the more painful memories and spent the time talking about her bar and home. She promised to visit them at home before she left. She helped her mother to escape the sofa’s soft cushions. Since it was dinnertime, they all went down to the dining room and Muffy sat at a table to keep a spot for them, while Future and her father filled her a plate and got her a cup of tea.
She left them still eating their dinner, and made her way to the front door where several men were already gearing up. Her bike was nowhere to be seen and she was becoming agitated. She looked around and saw a shiny Dodge backed up close to the side door of the club, and four men were wrestling two long wooden boxes into the bed. It didn’t take more than a moment’s speculation for her to conclude the boxes contained guns, not handguns. From the number of bikes and riders present, it appeared this party wasn’t only serious, it would be epic.
Five old ladies were tagging along, and several greybeards were milling around, waiting to be assigned a task. The women and older members were driving the two trucks. One was towing an enclosed trailer, and it was obvious the truck’s bed was loaded down too, but fiberglass lids were lowered to keep others from seeing what was being transported.
Big Dog came out, flanked by his handpicked men. It was obvious he planned to make a show of strength, and when he called her over, and told her that she was riding with him, she balked. “I want my bike.”
Chapter Six
He didn’t have time for this shit, she would be safe with him and the vanguard. What the fuck was her problem? “Give me one good reason that you’re acting all prissy right now, ‘cause I have to tell you, I’m not impressed. You can ride in the box on the way back, but you will get your ass on my bike, and you will shut the fuck up now.”
She was shaking her head no and the only way to make him understand why she wanted her bike, would tell him one of the lessons she’d learned that night, the night that her world changed forever. “I ride my transportation, I can’t trust that you will be there when I need to leave, I don’t trust anyone, so don’t think you’re special. I was left at the mercy of those animals once before, shoved to the jackals so Dorsey could get away. If I’d been allowed to ride my own bike that night, I would have been gone before they could keep me.”
He could hear the fear, see it, and he understood her reason for being stubborn. “You see these men?” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder, “touch them, touch each one of them on the way to my bike, if one of them would leave you to be harmed in anyway, he stays here. No questions asked. One way or the other, your happy ass will be on that bike with me.” He dragged her to the first man, and ordered him to hold out his hand. Out of the ten men she’d touched, only one was iffy in her mind, but that might have been because he was shitfaced and held his liquor well enough to ride. He almost looked relieved when Big Dog called Needles over to take his place.
She had to take a few deep breaths before she hoisted herself on the big machine, but once she was seated, he shook his head, and pointed to the Tryke next to the hog. “Not tonight, witch woman, you get to ride bitch in style. This is a show, and we always deliver.” She climbed on and was happy that she wouldn’t need to hold his middle while she sat on a four by six inch pad of leather behind him. This seat was much better, and from the looks given him by a few of his men, she felt warmed when she realized that he’d decided to take the three wheeler at the last minute. She was still nervous, but his offer and the way he kept his word about replacing any man she didn’t trust, went a long way to calming her enough to keep her on the seat.
The drive seemed to take forever, and her guts were twisting from anxiety, but she felt no fear about this meeting. The place was what bothered her.
She left them still eating their dinner, and made her way to the front door where several men were already gearing up. Her bike was nowhere to be seen and she was becoming agitated. She looked around and saw a shiny Dodge backed up close to the side door of the club, and four men were wrestling two long wooden boxes into the bed. It didn’t take more than a moment’s speculation for her to conclude the boxes contained guns, not handguns. From the number of bikes and riders present, it appeared this party wasn’t only serious, it would be epic.
Five old ladies were tagging along, and several greybeards were milling around, waiting to be assigned a task. The women and older members were driving the two trucks. One was towing an enclosed trailer, and it was obvious the truck’s bed was loaded down too, but fiberglass lids were lowered to keep others from seeing what was being transported.
Big Dog came out, flanked by his handpicked men. It was obvious he planned to make a show of strength, and when he called her over, and told her that she was riding with him, she balked. “I want my bike.”
Chapter Six
He didn’t have time for this shit, she would be safe with him and the vanguard. What the fuck was her problem? “Give me one good reason that you’re acting all prissy right now, ‘cause I have to tell you, I’m not impressed. You can ride in the box on the way back, but you will get your ass on my bike, and you will shut the fuck up now.”
She was shaking her head no and the only way to make him understand why she wanted her bike, would tell him one of the lessons she’d learned that night, the night that her world changed forever. “I ride my transportation, I can’t trust that you will be there when I need to leave, I don’t trust anyone, so don’t think you’re special. I was left at the mercy of those animals once before, shoved to the jackals so Dorsey could get away. If I’d been allowed to ride my own bike that night, I would have been gone before they could keep me.”
He could hear the fear, see it, and he understood her reason for being stubborn. “You see these men?” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder, “touch them, touch each one of them on the way to my bike, if one of them would leave you to be harmed in anyway, he stays here. No questions asked. One way or the other, your happy ass will be on that bike with me.” He dragged her to the first man, and ordered him to hold out his hand. Out of the ten men she’d touched, only one was iffy in her mind, but that might have been because he was shitfaced and held his liquor well enough to ride. He almost looked relieved when Big Dog called Needles over to take his place.
She had to take a few deep breaths before she hoisted herself on the big machine, but once she was seated, he shook his head, and pointed to the Tryke next to the hog. “Not tonight, witch woman, you get to ride bitch in style. This is a show, and we always deliver.” She climbed on and was happy that she wouldn’t need to hold his middle while she sat on a four by six inch pad of leather behind him. This seat was much better, and from the looks given him by a few of his men, she felt warmed when she realized that he’d decided to take the three wheeler at the last minute. She was still nervous, but his offer and the way he kept his word about replacing any man she didn’t trust, went a long way to calming her enough to keep her on the seat.
The drive seemed to take forever, and her guts were twisting from anxiety, but she felt no fear about this meeting. The place was what bothered her.
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