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Authors: A.J. Downey
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over my last thought… Hope was a big fucking girl who could handle herself. What was I fucking worried about? I thought about it, couldn’t quantify it, so I got on my bike and rode for The Plank.
Midway down the highway it dawned on me. That night on my boat, we kissed and I’d told her that I wasn’t out to dick her over, that she just needed to have some faith. I think I’d just figured out which one of her sisters was missing. I ground my teeth, I wanted to beat the motherfucking brakes off Tiny for bringing this all down on our heads. This was a right cluster fuck, and I didn’t see any way out of it where I had a shot at Hope. Which that was a damned shame. I really liked the girl. Something about her felt different, like she was the moon affecting my tide. I felt pulled in her direction and wasn’t it just my fucking luck? I find a chick who is single, who I like and who has been a challenge this far and the whole thing we’ve got going on between each other is nothing but a pack of lies and half-truths.
I spent the rest of the ride trying to figure out how to convince my crew that Hope wasn’t a threat and to tell her what we could to hopefully help her find her sister. I had a couple of possible avenues to pursue that didn’t involve my club, but it damned sure came close. I backed in next to Marlin who shot me a sympathetic look before getting off his bike and heading inside. I spent a moment longer shutting her down and collecting my thoughts before heading inside myself. I went straight to the back and took my seat, the rest of the club, and I do mean everyone , pulled up chairs expectantly.
“Hey, Trike! Close up and lock the doors, wait outside!” I yelled. The prospect did as he was told and closed up the bar, taking up post outside. I looked over my guys and shook my head. I wanted to help her, but it was up to my club…
“Why’d you bring us here, Captain?” Stoker asked. A tall, beefy motherfucker, Stoker was the lead singer for some band and looked every bit the rocker and metal head that he was. Long dyed black hair, kohl lined eyes and a deep dark stare, he looked like fucking Dracula or some shit, which is where he got his road name, after the dude that wrote that shit.
“We’re dipped in shit, that’s why,” I said with a sigh.
“This have to do with the girl that Hope chick is looking for?” Lightning asked.
“Yeah, Hope ain’t going to give up boys. The Suicide Kings’ bitch was the last person to see Hope’s sister before she disappeared.”
I looked at a lot of troubled and impassive faces while they mulled this information over and waited, with a sinking feeling, for the questions to start.
“So don’t tell her nothin’,” Tiny said with a shrug.
“Shut the fuck up,” Atlas barked, “If it wasn’t for you going off on your own fucking program we wouldn’t have this problem.”
“Man, this sucks; I kind of like Hope,” Radar said. There were grunts and nods of agreement from the fellas that had been at the bowling alley.
I let the dilemma sink in and tried to judge what my crew was thinking by their faces. It was a rough mix. Hope had personality and the dudes that’d been at the bowling alley had gotten to see it. She was witty, sarcastic and a riot to be around. She was also pretty damn solid from what I could tell. Her looks just sealed the deal.
“What’re our options, Captain?” Nothing asked.
“Depends boys. This affects the club no matter which way you look at it… Really it comes down on if you think we can trust her or not.” It was an unknown quantity, trusting Hope.
“She works with the cops, man. We can’t tell her shit!” Atlas said.
“What if we didn’t tell her anything?” Beast asked. He was an older dude, like Tiny, in his fifties, bald with a mostly gray trucker ‘stache. He was carrying a gut on him but he was as his name implied in a fight. A total beast.
I shook my head, “She’s in it to win it and she’s
Midway down the highway it dawned on me. That night on my boat, we kissed and I’d told her that I wasn’t out to dick her over, that she just needed to have some faith. I think I’d just figured out which one of her sisters was missing. I ground my teeth, I wanted to beat the motherfucking brakes off Tiny for bringing this all down on our heads. This was a right cluster fuck, and I didn’t see any way out of it where I had a shot at Hope. Which that was a damned shame. I really liked the girl. Something about her felt different, like she was the moon affecting my tide. I felt pulled in her direction and wasn’t it just my fucking luck? I find a chick who is single, who I like and who has been a challenge this far and the whole thing we’ve got going on between each other is nothing but a pack of lies and half-truths.
I spent the rest of the ride trying to figure out how to convince my crew that Hope wasn’t a threat and to tell her what we could to hopefully help her find her sister. I had a couple of possible avenues to pursue that didn’t involve my club, but it damned sure came close. I backed in next to Marlin who shot me a sympathetic look before getting off his bike and heading inside. I spent a moment longer shutting her down and collecting my thoughts before heading inside myself. I went straight to the back and took my seat, the rest of the club, and I do mean everyone , pulled up chairs expectantly.
“Hey, Trike! Close up and lock the doors, wait outside!” I yelled. The prospect did as he was told and closed up the bar, taking up post outside. I looked over my guys and shook my head. I wanted to help her, but it was up to my club…
“Why’d you bring us here, Captain?” Stoker asked. A tall, beefy motherfucker, Stoker was the lead singer for some band and looked every bit the rocker and metal head that he was. Long dyed black hair, kohl lined eyes and a deep dark stare, he looked like fucking Dracula or some shit, which is where he got his road name, after the dude that wrote that shit.
“We’re dipped in shit, that’s why,” I said with a sigh.
“This have to do with the girl that Hope chick is looking for?” Lightning asked.
“Yeah, Hope ain’t going to give up boys. The Suicide Kings’ bitch was the last person to see Hope’s sister before she disappeared.”
I looked at a lot of troubled and impassive faces while they mulled this information over and waited, with a sinking feeling, for the questions to start.
“So don’t tell her nothin’,” Tiny said with a shrug.
“Shut the fuck up,” Atlas barked, “If it wasn’t for you going off on your own fucking program we wouldn’t have this problem.”
“Man, this sucks; I kind of like Hope,” Radar said. There were grunts and nods of agreement from the fellas that had been at the bowling alley.
I let the dilemma sink in and tried to judge what my crew was thinking by their faces. It was a rough mix. Hope had personality and the dudes that’d been at the bowling alley had gotten to see it. She was witty, sarcastic and a riot to be around. She was also pretty damn solid from what I could tell. Her looks just sealed the deal.
“What’re our options, Captain?” Nothing asked.
“Depends boys. This affects the club no matter which way you look at it… Really it comes down on if you think we can trust her or not.” It was an unknown quantity, trusting Hope.
“She works with the cops, man. We can’t tell her shit!” Atlas said.
“What if we didn’t tell her anything?” Beast asked. He was an older dude, like Tiny, in his fifties, bald with a mostly gray trucker ‘stache. He was carrying a gut on him but he was as his name implied in a fight. A total beast.
I shook my head, “She’s in it to win it and she’s
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