Page 3 of Cuckoo
Chapter 1 Cuckoo
“What the fuck are you wearing?”
Fuck. That question never got old. I enjoyed it just as much every time someone checked out one of my costumes or outfits and decided to comment on it. Hell, it was the highlight of my day. It never failed to make me smile.
“Why? You want to pet my cock?”
Carrion snorted from the shadows. I nearly missed his big ass hiding out in the corner of the bar like usual. He was one of the tallest brothers in the club, and when he slipped into the light, it was always a bit jarring to see, especially since he usually had his crow perched on his right shoulder.
Raven shot me a look like his infant son could understand anything we said, including profanity or sexual innuendo. The baby was asleep in his lap anyway.
Crow shook his head, pouring a shot of whiskey. He tossed it back, smirking before he pushed the bottle aside and leaned back against the bar top.
Hawk snickered as he continued playing Solitaire. I watched him place a few cards down on the table. Hawk never glanced up, just kept slapping down more cards, but I knew he was tuned in to everything around him.
Talon folded his arms and ticked his chin my way. “Seriously? Why the rubber rooster?”
“Why not?” I countered, kicking out my boots as I leaned back in my chair. I was bored. Honestly, that was part of the reason I pulled out this particular hat when I woke up. It was a conversation piece.
Talon shrugged. “It’s a bit, uh, flashier than usual.” He gestured to the masterpiece I’d put together to compliment my cock hat.
Since the rooster was bright yellow and red, I found a polka dot shirt with a white background and bold colored dots all over it. I wore my cut over it, but I decided on black leather pants with flashy silver zippers, tons of pockets, and my red steel-toed boots. For fun, I added a red Superman cape. It attached easily to my cut since I fastened leather strips with Velcro around the shoulders and neck, then added Velcro to the cape. Boom! Fucking badass. I found silver cuffs on Amazon that reminded me of Wonder Woman’s and finished the ensemble with the fake metal bracelets. I fucking loved them.
Who said jewelry wasn’t masculine? Not me. Ever.
“I like to stand out,” I deadpanned.
Crow laughed. “And you do, brother.”
“It’s fucking fantastic,” Heron added as he squeezed my rooster, and it squealed. Loud.
“And here I thought no one would appreciate my cock today.”
Several groans could be heard from my brothers.
“You know, if Rael were here, he would be enjoying this way more than all you fuckers,” I pointed out, wishing I’d texted him and sent an invite.
Rael was my partner in crime and the S.A.A. for the Graven Bastards MC Tonopah, Nevada Chapter. Our club and theirs went back to the founding days when we put down roots in Henderson, Nevada.
“Yeah, I bet he would right before we kicked both of your crazy asses out of the clubhouse for the night,” Raven observed.
He had a point. Still. “You’re so fucking mean.”
Raven chuckled. “Yeah, but you’re not offended.”
Nope. Took a lot to piss me off. None of these men here ever bothered or annoyed me. I’d seen, heard, and experienced much worse in my youth.
Besides, the Roost, our clubhouse, was home. And the men gathered in the bar were my family. I found them at the lowestpoint in my life. Rook, Crow’s father, and the former president was like a parent to me. He stepped into my life and made it worth living again. I owed this club everything and would spill my blood for it. No questions asked.
My gaze swept over the room and the rare moment when the club members gathered together alone outside of church. The ol’ ladies had taken a spa day, and that left us time to shoot pool, drink, and get into trouble.
Raven wouldn’t do much except stare at his adopted son. Of course, not a soul here would ever say that boy wasn’t his. DNA didn’t mean shit. He loved and cared for that child and would raise and protect him as a father should.
I hoped one day, I would get the chance to do the same. I had a shit example of a father figure growing up, but one thing I learned since patching into the Devil’s Murder MC was that your past didn’t dictate your future. Almost every man here overcame serious obstacles, trauma, and violence before they arrived at the Roost. We lived by our own rules and carved our fate with blood.
Outside, I heardcaw...caw. My crow agreed.
Of course, we were no ordinary men. With the unique ability to merge with crows, we all had different ways we bonded with our crows. Some of us could fully shift into the crow. Others could tap into their ability to see high above the ground or send them mobbing when a threat appeared. Hawk could partially shift. Crow could control a whole murder at once. Heron had the combined DNA of a phoenix, which meant he could literally rise from ashes. He did once.
