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Authors: Faith Winslow
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pushing drugs, running seedy businesses, or harming others. We’re not like that. We actually try to do good and do whatever we can to help each other and the community-at-large.”
“Okay,” Lexi said. There was hesitation and uncertainty in her voice, and a hint of confusion, too.
“And that’s part of the reason I was upset about your articles,” I went on. “I need to maintain a low profile because of my affiliation. The things my brothers and I do have to be done behind the scenes sometimes, and I don’t really want my name out there in the public.”
“Oh,” Lexi said. She was obviously shocked by my admissions, and despite the sexual dynamo she’d been only hours ago, she was now again as meek as a kitten.
I picked up my jacket and put it on, and as soon as I did, I felt my phone vibrating against my chest. I pulled it out and saw that I had five missed calls. I didn’t even need to check to know who had called and, instead, cleared the screen.
“What’s your number?” I asked, holding my phone out.
“Huh?” Lexi asked, confused.
“Your number,” I answered. “Give me your phone number, so I can call you.”
“Oh,” Lexi said. Her vocabulary had been severely stunted, but she managed to relay the requested information. I typed her phone number into my phone as she said it, then pressed “Send.” When I heard her ringtone playing from the other room, I pressed “End” and tossed my phone back into my pocket.
“I’ll call or text in a few hours,” I said, walking over towards the bed. I leaned down and kissed Lexi on the forehead.
“Don’t worry about all this ‘gang’ stuff,” I added as I turned. “I’ll explain it to you later, and you’ll understand.”
“Alright,” Lexi said, clinging to her blanket. I don’t know whether she was scared of the “gang member” in her room, upset that I was leaving so abruptly, or simply embarrassed to be morning-after naked.
I walked out of Lexi’s bedroom and made a beeline for the door, but just before I got there, she called out to me.
“Butcher,” she yelled.
“Yeah?” I replied, as I reached for the doorknob.
“What’s the name of your gang?” she inquired.
“The Wolves,” I answered.
I completed the action I’d started. I opened the door, walked out of her apartment, and hightailed it to my bike.
Right as I hopped onto my hog, I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket again. I pulled it out, glanced at the number, and answered it. It was the sixth call from the same number that morning, so it was about time that I did.
“Hey,” I said, picking up the call.
“Hey?” my biker brother Z.Z. replied. “I’ll give you ‘hey.’ Where the hell are you?”
“I’m on my way home,” I answered.
“You should already be here,” he said.
“I know,” I responded. “I’ll be there soon.”
I took a deep breath and swallowed.
“Put her on,” I said.
“I don’t think she wants to talk to you right now,” Z.Z. answered in a firm, defensive tone.
“Put her on,” I repeated.
“I really don’t think you—” Z.Z. started.
“Just put her on , Z.Z.,” I interrupted.
“Whatever,” he snapped back.
A moment later, another softer voice got on the phone.
“Hello,” she said, greeting me sweetly.
“Hey, baby,” I replied. “Sorry I didn’t make it home last night. I had to take care of some business.”
“It’s okay. I understand,” she assured me, yawning. Despite what she said, however, I knew she was lying. I could hear it in her voice. It wasn’t okay—and if she knew what really went on to delay me, there was no way she would understand.
“I’m on my way home now though,” I said. “And I should be there in about a half-hour. I’ll see you then.”
“See you then,” she echoed.
I hung up my phone, put it in my pocket, and started my bike. As I shifted into gear, I forced my mind to shift gears as well, and I tried my damnedest to put thoughts of my fantasy night with
“Okay,” Lexi said. There was hesitation and uncertainty in her voice, and a hint of confusion, too.
“And that’s part of the reason I was upset about your articles,” I went on. “I need to maintain a low profile because of my affiliation. The things my brothers and I do have to be done behind the scenes sometimes, and I don’t really want my name out there in the public.”
“Oh,” Lexi said. She was obviously shocked by my admissions, and despite the sexual dynamo she’d been only hours ago, she was now again as meek as a kitten.
I picked up my jacket and put it on, and as soon as I did, I felt my phone vibrating against my chest. I pulled it out and saw that I had five missed calls. I didn’t even need to check to know who had called and, instead, cleared the screen.
“What’s your number?” I asked, holding my phone out.
“Huh?” Lexi asked, confused.
“Your number,” I answered. “Give me your phone number, so I can call you.”
“Oh,” Lexi said. Her vocabulary had been severely stunted, but she managed to relay the requested information. I typed her phone number into my phone as she said it, then pressed “Send.” When I heard her ringtone playing from the other room, I pressed “End” and tossed my phone back into my pocket.
“I’ll call or text in a few hours,” I said, walking over towards the bed. I leaned down and kissed Lexi on the forehead.
“Don’t worry about all this ‘gang’ stuff,” I added as I turned. “I’ll explain it to you later, and you’ll understand.”
“Alright,” Lexi said, clinging to her blanket. I don’t know whether she was scared of the “gang member” in her room, upset that I was leaving so abruptly, or simply embarrassed to be morning-after naked.
I walked out of Lexi’s bedroom and made a beeline for the door, but just before I got there, she called out to me.
“Butcher,” she yelled.
“Yeah?” I replied, as I reached for the doorknob.
“What’s the name of your gang?” she inquired.
“The Wolves,” I answered.
I completed the action I’d started. I opened the door, walked out of her apartment, and hightailed it to my bike.
Right as I hopped onto my hog, I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket again. I pulled it out, glanced at the number, and answered it. It was the sixth call from the same number that morning, so it was about time that I did.
“Hey,” I said, picking up the call.
“Hey?” my biker brother Z.Z. replied. “I’ll give you ‘hey.’ Where the hell are you?”
“I’m on my way home,” I answered.
“You should already be here,” he said.
“I know,” I responded. “I’ll be there soon.”
I took a deep breath and swallowed.
“Put her on,” I said.
“I don’t think she wants to talk to you right now,” Z.Z. answered in a firm, defensive tone.
“Put her on,” I repeated.
“I really don’t think you—” Z.Z. started.
“Just put her on , Z.Z.,” I interrupted.
“Whatever,” he snapped back.
A moment later, another softer voice got on the phone.
“Hello,” she said, greeting me sweetly.
“Hey, baby,” I replied. “Sorry I didn’t make it home last night. I had to take care of some business.”
“It’s okay. I understand,” she assured me, yawning. Despite what she said, however, I knew she was lying. I could hear it in her voice. It wasn’t okay—and if she knew what really went on to delay me, there was no way she would understand.
“I’m on my way home now though,” I said. “And I should be there in about a half-hour. I’ll see you then.”
“See you then,” she echoed.
I hung up my phone, put it in my pocket, and started my bike. As I shifted into gear, I forced my mind to shift gears as well, and I tried my damnedest to put thoughts of my fantasy night with
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