When they pulled onto the dirt two track, she began scanning the woods around them. It had been so long since she’d deliberately tried to use her gift of sight, she worried she might miss something important. When the energies of Lucifer’s Breed came within her range of second sight, she leaned down and cupped her hand to his ear to tell him, “There’s at least fifty people ahead, and I think there’s a lot more further down, I can feel them.”
He didn’t say anything, his head nodded and he increased the speed of the Tryke a little. She knew he was showing his disdain for needing a shield or escort. They would be the first sight Lucifer’s Breed would see coming. It was both brave and stupid of him, but she felt the power he was ready to display building in his aura. She kept her hands on his leather-clad shoulders, and hung on over the bumpy terrain.
The sight that met her eyes reminded her of the old westerns on TV. When the cowboys looked up and saw a wide line of Indians watching them from above. Only the sea of bikes wasn’t above them, and no rocks to hide behind, except for the one she already sat behind. She leaned forward again and told him, “That is about half of them, the rest are on the other side of those trees.”
Big Dog figured as much when they’d started out to get here. Lucifer’s Breed were not stupid, at least not the National boys, they would never trust a rival club as large as the Burning Bastards. For the same reason, only ten of his men would be at the initial meet and greet, but thirty would be in the background, and another fifty were staying hidden in the wooded two track. One of the pick-ups would be directly behind the ten men behind his back. He wasn’t about to show them anything but confidence and strength. He stopped the Tryke ten feet from the line and saw his men pulling up beside him, flanking his sides, and two parked behind his rear wheels.
The large tent that was a military Field Officer’s style, sat squarely in the center. They could plainly see two men flanking a bearded older man heading for the tent. Seven others lined up behind the shelter, all of which would scare anyone in their right mind.
“Stay on the Tryke. Don’t get off unless I call you, I mean it. I won’t want to bust you one in front of these people, but I will. You need to believe that, I will do it. Everything you say after the fact will be held suspect, so do us both a favor, just do as I’ve told you.”
She believed him. He wouldn’t hit a woman in anger unless he had no choice, at least not that she could feel. He was also giving her protection if something bad happened. Four of the men, including the club’s VP, Butch, stayed with the bikes and her, the rest followed a few paces behind him as they walked out to meet Lucifer’s Breed’s President, and his men.
Big Dog moved forward and his men went with him. It surprised her to see Demon and Knight stayed outside, while Freakshow and Seth went in with their Prez. The waiting began. There were no friendly words exchanged between the two clubs’ members, only intimidating stares. An hour went by, then another, the men waiting to fight if needed took turns sitting on the grass and standing. One of the club’s scantily clad bitches took a case of brew out to the Bastards, she got swats on the ass and offers to allow her to take care of their other thirsts.
Freakshow came out of the meeting and walked back to where Butch was waiting, after few minutes of discussion, the VP nodded his head and the two men came over to her.
“Get down, and try not to act like a martyr. You are a witness, and it's show and tell time. All you have to do is tell your story, don’t argue, don’t elaborate, and for God’s sake don’t show disrespect to anyone in the room. This is your chance for the revenge that Big Dog says you want, don’t fuck it up.”
Freak led her into the tent, and she could feel the tension the Bastards were hiding so
He didn’t say anything, his head nodded and he increased the speed of the Tryke a little. She knew he was showing his disdain for needing a shield or escort. They would be the first sight Lucifer’s Breed would see coming. It was both brave and stupid of him, but she felt the power he was ready to display building in his aura. She kept her hands on his leather-clad shoulders, and hung on over the bumpy terrain.
The sight that met her eyes reminded her of the old westerns on TV. When the cowboys looked up and saw a wide line of Indians watching them from above. Only the sea of bikes wasn’t above them, and no rocks to hide behind, except for the one she already sat behind. She leaned forward again and told him, “That is about half of them, the rest are on the other side of those trees.”
Big Dog figured as much when they’d started out to get here. Lucifer’s Breed were not stupid, at least not the National boys, they would never trust a rival club as large as the Burning Bastards. For the same reason, only ten of his men would be at the initial meet and greet, but thirty would be in the background, and another fifty were staying hidden in the wooded two track. One of the pick-ups would be directly behind the ten men behind his back. He wasn’t about to show them anything but confidence and strength. He stopped the Tryke ten feet from the line and saw his men pulling up beside him, flanking his sides, and two parked behind his rear wheels.
The large tent that was a military Field Officer’s style, sat squarely in the center. They could plainly see two men flanking a bearded older man heading for the tent. Seven others lined up behind the shelter, all of which would scare anyone in their right mind.
“Stay on the Tryke. Don’t get off unless I call you, I mean it. I won’t want to bust you one in front of these people, but I will. You need to believe that, I will do it. Everything you say after the fact will be held suspect, so do us both a favor, just do as I’ve told you.”
She believed him. He wouldn’t hit a woman in anger unless he had no choice, at least not that she could feel. He was also giving her protection if something bad happened. Four of the men, including the club’s VP, Butch, stayed with the bikes and her, the rest followed a few paces behind him as they walked out to meet Lucifer’s Breed’s President, and his men.
Big Dog moved forward and his men went with him. It surprised her to see Demon and Knight stayed outside, while Freakshow and Seth went in with their Prez. The waiting began. There were no friendly words exchanged between the two clubs’ members, only intimidating stares. An hour went by, then another, the men waiting to fight if needed took turns sitting on the grass and standing. One of the club’s scantily clad bitches took a case of brew out to the Bastards, she got swats on the ass and offers to allow her to take care of their other thirsts.
Freakshow came out of the meeting and walked back to where Butch was waiting, after few minutes of discussion, the VP nodded his head and the two men came over to her.
“Get down, and try not to act like a martyr. You are a witness, and it's show and tell time. All you have to do is tell your story, don’t argue, don’t elaborate, and for God’s sake don’t show disrespect to anyone in the room. This is your chance for the revenge that Big Dog says you want, don’t fuck it up.”
Freak led her into the tent, and she could feel the tension the Bastards were hiding so
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