He walked into the courthouse as silently as possible. His ever present Wolf Pack member cut was replaced by a buttoned down blue-gray shirt, the sleeves haphazardly folded up to his elbows. His jeans were replaced by gray slacks that made his untucked shirt at least pass as presentable. He had been in the courthouse many times before in his life as the defendant but never like this. His feet rushed him to the elevator as he noticed the doors rapidly closing on him. He swiftly threw his arm between the two doors to keep them from closing as he slipped into the elevator. He adjusted his blue tie as he nervously glanced around at the other people in the elevator with him. Without his cut he felt naked and vulnerable and he didn’t like that feeling at all.
He tightened his grip on the handle of his briefcase as he shifted from foot to foot. He moved aside as the elevator stopped at the second floor and the people with him got off, leaving him alone. He put the briefcase down on the ground beside him before leaning against the back wall of the elevator. He drummed his fingers along the rail as he watched the floors pass. He fixed his tie again before picking up the briefcase again as he reached his stop, the fifth floor.
He stepped out of the elevator, looking down the right hall then left hall for the office he was searching for. He took a left as he read the sign bearing Judge Cooper’s name. His heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway as he approached Judge Cooper’s door. He walked in smiling at Shirley, Judge Cooper’s secretary, before he walked into Judge Cooper’s office. He shut the door behind him as the Judge’s head snapped up and he threw him a scowl.
“What are you doing here?” Judge Cooper said as he glared at him.
“Just here for a favor. That’s all.” He said as Judge Cooper shook his head.
“I already busted out your damn best friend from the pen! That’s as far as we go. I don’t owe you any more favors.” Judge Cooper barked and he smirked.
He slammed the briefcase onto the middle of Judge Cooper’s desk and chuckled as the Judge jumped. He opened the briefcase and started pulling out pictures of the married Judge in very compromising positions with Shirley in some motel room. As well as the Judge snorting a few lines of coke with said secretary.
“You see Judge Cooper, the Wolf Pack supplies your little coke habit in exchange for favors and while we know busting out Justin was a big favor, it wasn’t your last. I’m sure Mrs. Cooper would love to find out that her wonderful husband of 25 years has been fucking his secretary for 10 of those years! We’ll keep your secrets as long as you help us out. Those pictures are yours to keep…we have the negatives.” He said as he sat on the edge of Judge Cooper’s desk.
“What’s the favor?” Judge Cooper asked as he stared at the young man with disgust.
“We need an early parole board hearing for Randall Timberlake.” He said as the Judge adamantly shook his head.
“No. Absolutely not. He’s not even eligible for parole for another ten years.” Judge Cooper barked.
He got up from his seat on the desk and walked over to the briefcase. He pulled out stacks of money and placed them in front of the Judge and threw some dime bags of coke in the Judge’s direction.
“For all your trouble.” Was all he said as the Judge fingered the bags of cocaine while he thought.
“Okay. I’ll do it. But I can’t guarantee that they’ll grant him early parole.” Judge Cooper told him.
“Justin and Aiden are getting married,” He said as he tipped the briefcase over and gave it a shake as stacks of money poured out, “Aiden wants Randall there to walk her down the aisle so make sure it happens,” He said as he left the Judge’s office and winked at Shirley as he passed her.
He was a good best friend and he was going to make sure their wedding went the way they wanted it to go.
“How’d it go baby?” Teak asked him as he approached his bike.
“Good. Let’s just hope it’s enough to get Randall sprung.” He told her.
“You’re a good friend Trace. Any effort will be appreciated.” She reassured him like a good old lady.
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“Mr. Timberlake. This is your parole board hearing. Do you know what got you here today?” A member of the parole board asked.
“It was certainly wasn’t my good behavior. So I’m guessing…my son?” Randall asked as the parole board snickered.
“Good guess. Prisoner 87757610 this parole board has deemed you fit to rejoin society. Please don’t let us down.” Another member of the board said as they stamped ‘Approved’ on his parole application.
“You will be released at the end of the week. I hope that gives you enough time to attend your son’s wedding.” A member of the parole board stated.
“I’m sure it’s more than enough time.” Randall said as he rose from his seat and was escorted to his cell.
*Three days later (Friday)*
He walked outside and took a deep breath as he smelled the clean fresh air for the first time in 25 years. He had smelt air before, on the courtyard but he never imagined he would smell it ever again as a free man. He had his son and Aiden to thank for that. Their wedding was the reason he was being freed and he was looking forward to walking Aiden down the aisle. He was honored that she chose him and considered him a father figure. No one could truly replace her real father and he wasn’t trying too, he just knew she couldn’t go to Justin or Lynn with everything.
He looked around the parking lot for any sign of Justin or Aiden but he didn’t see them there. He knew Aiden had waited for Justin when he was released so he didn’t understand why they wouldn’t be waiting for him. His gray-blue eyes scanned the parking lot one more time for any kind of sign when Justin’s black Cutless pulled into it. He expected to see his son step out when it parked but he was pleasantly surprised when he saw Trace. He watched as a cute blond stepped out of the passenger side before taking a spot next to Trace. He smiled as Trace recognized him and waved him down. He chuckled to himself as his feet hurriedly picked up the pace as he got closer to Trace.
“Hey Randall. Feel good to be out?” Trace asked as he gave Randall a rough handshake and a pat on the back.
“Sure does. Who’s this?” Randall asked with a smile as he looked over at Teak.
“This is Teak. My old lady. We’re going to take you to Alyssa’s old house since The Wolf Pack owns it. Timberwolf and Shift are busy with Kale right now but they’ll stop by tomorrow. They figured you needed some alone time to adjust to your new freedom.” Trace explained as Randall nodded his head.
“They’re right. Twenty-five years locked up will do that to you. Take me to Alyssa’s old place.” Randall said as Trace opened the door to the Cutless and Randall climbed into the back.
They sped off towards Alyssa’s old house and he looked out the window. He watched silently as the beautiful Tennessee scenery passed by. It had been years since he got to sit in a car much less drive one so he smiled to himself as his hands slid back and forth on the cool black leather upholstery. He was finally free and he was grateful to his son and his future daughter-in-law for that.
“I’m sorry this is all we can offer you right now. As you know with your year probation they won’t let you live at the clubhouse. I know it’s been looked over since Alyssa passed away. I just don’t know how well. I hope it works for you.” Trace told Randall as they pulled into the driveway at Alyssa’s old place.
“I took the liberty of removing Alyssa’s personal effects. She had a very unhealthy obsession with your son.” Teak said as she exited the cage and waited for Randall and Trace to get out.
“Thank you. I’m sure Aiden will appreciate that when her and Justin come to visit me. Is the house in good shape?” Randall asked as Trace opened the front door.
“For being a cracked out hoe Alyssa did take good care of it. You’ll like it. I’m sure.” Teak said as they all stepped inside.
He went from room to room inspecting the house and checking it’s condition. Trace and Teak waited for him to finish looking around without saying a word to him. They were relieved when he reappeared in the living room with a smile on his face.
“It’s perfect. Definitely better than a cell.” He said with a chuckle as they laughed along with him and Trace handed him the house keys.
“I’m glad you like it. I’ll tell Timberwolf,” Trace said as he threw his arm over Teak’s shoulder, “We better get going. We’ll stop by later to check up on you.”
“Yep. Here’s some money for clothes and what not. Shift and I already stocked up on groceries for you.” Teak informed him as she handed him a wad of cash before her and Trace left.
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He sat down on the couch surveying his surroundings as the huge plasma TV on the wall blasted out some ridiculous infommercial. He hadn’t watched TV for 25 years but even now he couldn’t watch a damn thing. He clicked the remote letting the silence engulf the room as he stared at the now blank TV screen. He stumbled off the couch as he heard the front door click as it opened and he panicked for a minute there until he smelled it.
It was her perfume. The same perfume she wore when they got married, the same perfume she wore while they made love, the same perfume she wore while giving birth to their son because she refused to let anyone smell her without it on. It was the same perfume she had doused her prison letters to him in, the ones that broke his heart when she said she was leaving. He would never, could never forget her perfume or her.
“Randy? You in here?” He heard her call for him, “Why is it so damn dark and quiet in here?”
“Sorry. Guess I’m just used to dark and quiet. Forgive me?” He said as she walked into the living room and he threw her a crooked smirk.
“Yep. I guess prison time will do that to you but you’re forgiven,” Lynn told him as she threw him a smile, “I brought you some dinner because we need to talk.”
“Uh oh. Famous last words.” Randall said with a chuckle as Lynn let out a laugh.
“It won’t be that bad. I brought your favorite….Teller’s Bacon Cheeseburger with jalapenos and fresh cut French fries from Old Man Johnson’s diner,” Lynn told him with a smile as she held up the paper sack containing their food, “That is if it’s still your favorite?” She questioned and he had to chuckle at her nervousness.
“Is and always will be. So what do we need to talk about?” Randall asked as he walked into the kitchen and took a seat at his pub style kitchen table.
“It’s Justin. I know he’s your son but now that he’s President of The Wolf Pack, he’s changing. I don’t think he can be trusted sometimes,” Lynn told him as she sat down at the kitchen table with him and started dishing out their food.
“He’s growing into his own self…not what Paul tried to mold him into.” Randall spat out and Lynn shook her head.
“It’s not like that…all’s I’m sayin’ is be careful around him.” She warned and he nodded his head, even if he didn’t understand where she was coming from.
“Maybe…we shouldn’t talk about our son. I owe him so much and he has obviously taken a lot away from you.” Randall stated as he unwrapped his burger and took a huge bite.
Lynn laughed at him as he let out a groan and he got mayo on the side of his cheek. She reached over and wiped it away with a napkin as he winked at her.
“Stop it Randy. God, you are just like your son…using any charm you have to get what you want. You and him are exactly alike without even tryin’ to be.” Lynn said as Randall chuckled at her.
“Babe that’s called the Timberlake charm. I don’t know why you’re complaining…it got you, didn’t it? It also got Aiden for our son.” Randall said as he drenched his fries in ketchup.
“Aiden, the one good thing that came from Justin using that Timberlake charm. I’m glad they’re finally getting married. She keeps him grounded when I think he’s about to lose it.” Lynn said as she took a bite of her burger and Randall smiled at her.
“Whatever Lynnie…you just want more grandchildren.” He told her with a smirk as she flipped him off and swallowed her food.
“Yep….I guess that’s true too.” She finally said as they both laughed.
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*Day before the wedding*
She smiled as she heard the roar of engines and she held onto his arm to keep from jumping up and down like a childish school girl. They were all coming for her and Justin’s wedding. Different charters from California to New York had been showing up all day. All the motels and hotels in and around Millington were sold out because of the event and she couldn’t be happier. Tomorrow she was going to be marrying the love of her life and the father of her child and she was giddy as hell because of it. Her smile grew wider as Justin wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed her forehead sweetly.
“You happy that everyone’s showing up baby girl?” He asked as she nodded and wrapped her arms around his waist, “Good. This is just the beginning. So far the charters from California, Nevada, New York, and Florida have shown up. We’re just waitin’ on the charters from the rest of Tennessee, Texas, Mississippi and Georgia.”
“I hope we have enough food tonight! I know we have tons of alcohol but I don’t want you getting’ all lit. You better be on time for our wedding.” She warned as he chuckled and kissed her forehead again.
“I wouldn’t dream of being late little girl. Daddy’s been waitin’ for this day ever since I met you. You’re goin’ be mine even if I have to hold a gun to the preacher’s head so he has to marry us.” Justin said and she placed a soft kiss on his cotton-clad chest.
“I’m sure you would Daddy. Let’s go make sure our guests are comfortable tonight.” Shift told him as they headed from the shop to the clubhouse where everyone was parking their bikes.
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She looked around at her surroundings before ducking into her guest room. She softly closed the door and locked it before leaning her back against it as she pulled out her cell phone and dialed a familiar number. Butterflies fluttered around nervously in her stomach as she listened to the ringing on the other end.
“Yeah.” A male voice said on the other end of the line.
“Timberwolf and Shift’s wedding is tomorrow. His mama said that all the charters of The Wolf Pack are attending. It’s going to be the largest gathering of Wolf Pack members ever!” She whispered into the phone, “All the major players will be there…We’re talking about Presidents and Vice Presidents. You could take them all out.”
The male voice on the other end let out a sigh before responding, “Do any other M.C.s know about this?” He asked.
“I’m sure they do but I don’t know for sure. Justin won’t let me in or around the clubhouse, warehouse, or his house. I’m not even invited to the wedding!” She whispered as she crossed the room and took a seat on her bed.
“Do they actually still believe you’re Paul’s long lost daughter?” He asked and she let out a sigh.
“There hasn’t been any questions. I know Lynn Harless believes I’m Paul’s daughter. She even thinks I look like him. Shift can’t stand me and Justin just wants me gone but they’re distracted by the wedding. I’m sure they wouldn’t notice if I crashed.” She whispered as she laid back on the bed and shifted until she was comfortable.
“I’ll give you a call if we need you there. I don’t want them to find out you’re not really Addison Larson in case things don’t go according to plan and we still need you close to them.” He said and she nodded.
“I know. Just don’t…ugh…don’t hurt Justin. I don’t care about the other members or the other charters…kill them if you want just…don’t kill Justin.” She pleaded and the male voice on the other end laughed at her.
“Sounds like you’re pretty smitten by ol’ Timberwolf. You know he’s obsessed with Shift, right? How about we make a deal?” He asked her.
“Depends on the deal…” Was all she said and he chuckled.
“How about we leave your precious Timberwolf alone if…I get one night with Shift? I know you want her dead but that’s some sweet ass pussy that I wouldn’t mind fucking. I-I mean I’ll still kill her…I just want to fuck her before I do.” He said.
“I don’t care what you do to her just make sure that at the end of it she’s dead. I want Justin with me while she’s rotting in the ground.” She hissed and he nodded.
“Okay. I’ll call you tomorrow before it all goes down.” He said and they hung up.
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Her brown eyes scanned the scene before her. All the charters had finally shown up and now they were all drinking and getting trashed. She couldn’t believe everyone had shown up to attend her wedding. She couldn’t even believe that her and Justin were actually getting married. She just wished her parents could be there but they couldn’t…at least Randall was out of prison and would be walking her down the aisle.
She took a puff of her cigarette, inhaling the sweet smoke as it filled her lungs just before she exhaled and expelled it from her body. She felt the sweet rush of nicotine as she looked around the clubhouse for her other half. Her brown eyes found him shitting the breeze with Trace and some other members from the Nevada charter. He was the love of her life, her rock and she was going to be his wife for the rest of her life. She smiled to herself at that thought, she was going to be his wife.
She made her way over to him, stopping here and there to say hi to various people along the way. She wasn’t a total bitch, she knew how to be polite when the time called for it. She threw the boys a sweet smile before wrapping her arms around Justin’s neck and placed her hands on his chest. He tilted up his head as he smiled and winked at her before she kissed his lips softly.
“Hey baby girl. Come sit on Daddy’s lap.” He said as he patted her hands and the boys at the table chuckled.
“I will. Only because we’re getting married tomorrow.” She told him as she stepped in front of him before letting him pull her onto his lap.
“No,” He stated as he placed soft kisses along her neck as she giggled, “You’re doin’ it because you love me and you know it’s where you belong,” he said and his hands caressed her bare legs that her beautiful yellow dress showed off.
She hardly ever wore dresses except for special occasions and he loved it when she did. There weren’t many things that were able to capture his attention so fully but Aiden’s body had always been one of those things. Some people would call him obsessed with Aiden and they would be right. He just knew he wouldn’t ever love anyone as deeply as he loved her. Tomorrow he was going to make her his wife and he was going to make sure that she stayed his wife until the day that he died.
Her beautiful laughter brought him back to his senses and he smiled wide as she leaned her body into him. His arms wrapped around her tight and she placed a kiss on his temple. He laughed with his boys and his girl as soft country music floated in the air. The clubhouse was packed full of people and from the sounds of it the party had spilled outside into the parking lot of the shop. He lit up a cigarette and offered it to Aiden and threw her a confused look when she shook her head no.
“I smoked my last one today.” She told him and he subconsciously caressed her stomach.
She only quit smoking when she was pregnant but she had been talking about quitting for a couple of years now so he couldn’t be sure.
“You sure?” He offered again.
“Yeah Daddy. I’m sure.” She told him nonchantly and he brushed off his curiousness.
If she was pregnant he would be the first to know. She knew how much he wanted children so she had no reason to hide it from him.
He laughed at something Trace said as Shift tapped his knee lightly before rising from her seat on his lap. His blue eyes watched her retreating figure curiously, licking his bottom lip as her hips swayed. Her silk yellow dress swished with every movement of her hips as she weaved her way through the crowd to the dance floor. He rose from his seat and straightened out his jeans as he watched her hips start to sway from side to side as Keith Anderson’s ‘Pickin’ Wildflowers’ started to blast from the speakers.
His girl was calling to him with that body that he was addicted too and he was going to answer. He excused himself from the table and his boys threw him knowing looks. He ran his hands over the cotton material of his untucked black button-down shirt. He rolled up the sleeves carefully as he made his way through the crowd towards the dance floor. He smiled as various people tried to stop him to talk but they all understood when he pointed towards Shift on the dance floor.
He slid in behind her and snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her body flush against his. His hips quickly found her rhythm and his lips found her JT tattoo as they swayed together. He heard her soft sigh over the guitar picking and he nipped at her tattoo again. She turned in his arms facing him and he wedged his leg in between hers as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. His fingers dove into her soft brown curls as he pulled her face closer to his and he kissed her softly. Their bodies continued to sway together to the music and he nuzzled his nose against her neck taking in her citrus scent as she let out a moan and pushed her body into his. He let out a groan as he licked her neck and his hands cupped her ass as he rolled his hips into her.
She held onto him long after the song was over and they were through dancing. He moved them off the dance floor and just held her, no questions asked. She nipped at his Adam’s apple and his grip on her tightened as he let out a groan.
“Little girl, you need to go home?” He asked her as she rested her head on his shoulder before letting out a small yawn.
“Maybe. A little bit…I just know that I have tons of stuff to do tomorrow before the wedding.” She told him as he kissed her forehead.
“How about I take you home? That way I can say goodnight to Kale since I’m staying at the clubhouse tonight,” he said and she smiled at him, “I still don’t believe in this whole not seeing the bride before the wedding crap. But I’m respecting your wishes.” He said before kissing her cheek as she giggled at him.
“I love you Daddy. Now take me home.” She whispered to him as he kissed her lips softly before she took his hand and led him through the crowd.
He heard the hollers and whistles being made by their fellow members as they weaved through the crowd and he couldn’t help but smirk. Everyone probably thought they were going to fuck and while he wished that was the case he knew it probably wouldn’t be happening tonight. She was all in her bridezilla mode and too focused on other things than just him.
He walked her towards his Cutless as she hugged a few people goodbye and waved goodbye to others. He opened her door, smiling as her hand lightly patted his chest before climbing in and putting her seat belt on. His blue eyes took the chance to flick over her exposed tan legs thanks to her dress one more time before he closed the car door. Tomorrow she would be his wife. Tomorrow she would be Mrs. Justin Timberlake and he couldn’t fucking wait.
Author's Chapter Notes:
I split this update into two parts. I have work tonight so I'll probably get the other half up tomorrow.
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