My phone pings, and I pick it up to see that it’s a text from Hailey.
Hailey: Hey girl just got done putting Tyler to bed. He didn’t want to go.
Her son is four and a riot. He is a little comedian and the cutest. Tyler loves his auntie Harper. His blond hair is super curly and cute. I’m the only one Hailey will let touch it.
Harper: Of course he didn’t.
Hailey: I’ve got big news! My parents are taking Tyler this coming weekend so Saturday night you and I are hitting the town.
Being a hairdresser, the only nights I can really go out and cut loose are Saturdays and Sundays because the salon is closed Sunday and Monday. I’m not a real party animal and never really have been, even though Hailey is always encouraging me to cut loose.
Harper: Yeah that’ll be fun. Do you want to go out for dinner and drinks?
The dots begin to bounce.
Hailey: We’re going to go to that bar on the edge of town.
Harper: Sparky’s?
Hailey: You know it.
Sparky’s is a kind of rough and wild place. I’ve actually never been, but when I’ve driven past it, I’ve always seen tons of motorcycles in the parking lot. I wouldn’t say I’m scared to go, but it makes me a little nervous.
I know if I go with Hailey that I’m sure to have a good time; she’ll make sure of it.
Harper: Okay that sounds like fun.
I grab the remote and unpause my show, watching the crazy antics of Jess and her roommates.
I smooth my hand down the white dress shorts I’m wearing. My top is a pink sleeveless shirt that is form fitting and shows of my flat…ish stomach. I’m wearing my favorite tan wedges that I got at Old Navy on sale.
I’m only five foot four and pretty petite in size, except for my breasts. I honestly look like I got them done. It gets me a lot of unwanted attention from guys and then sometimes dirty looks from other women.
Luckily, my nana taught me to be proud of my body. My hair hangs down to just below my bra strap in beachy waves. I kept my makeup light except I did go heavy on the mascara, highlighting my long, thick lashes and my light brown eyes.
I grab my rose-colored lip gloss, powder, money, and driver’s license, sticking them into my tan clutch. Hailey should be here anytime now. I peek out the window and see her red Ford Fusion pull up.
When I get outside, she gives a couple of honks and I hear her doing the wolf whistle. I shake my hips as I walk toward the car.
“What’s up, bitch?” she shouts as I open the door, climbing inside. “You look hot, babe. A little dressed up for a biker bar.”
Hailey is wearing a jean skirt, an off the shoulder black t-shirt, and her black kick ass short cowboy boots. Her auburn hair is straight and hangs down her back in sleek sheets.
“I know I am, but this is how I like to dress.”
“I know and you look hot so who cares? Of course, we’re looking so good tonight we’re going to have to beat them off of us with a stick.” She shoots me a grin before driving toward the edge of town.
Chapter Two
Razor (Hunter)
I wipe the grease from my hands and shove the rag in my back pocket. I turn to look at the clock, it’s after six, but this custom build I have been working on for the past month is being picked up at the beginning of this coming week. It’s done, but I was just making some last-minute adjustments.
Slipknot blares through the speakers as I pick up my tools and throw them back in the tool chest. Once that’s done, I take off my coveralls and throw them into my locker. I grab my cut and throw it on.
I head toward the clubhouse because it’s closer than going home to shower before I meet most of my brothers out tonight.
I’ve always kept my room there because I don’t fuck bitches at my house. They know where you live and they start showing up, scraping them off becomes harder and harder. My roommate/best friend since we were in diapers gets his panties in a wad if I bring drama to our house.
Our clubhouse, like most MCs, is on the edge of town in an old industrial park. The massive cement structure is up ahead with the Rowdy Rebels logo in the middle of the giant metal gate that closes us off from the rest of the world, or at least that’s what it feels like.
The prospect watching the gate pulls it open as I approach. “What’s up, Razor?” he shouts over the rumble of my bike. I give him a chin lift as I pass and back my bike up into my spot.
Not much has changed about this place over the years except the criminal aspect is gone. My dad’s generation before was all about drug running, guns, and gash. Now we have the bike shop and we offer protection. We still like to party and there’s usually weed, maybe a little blow, booze, and a lot of pussy there—the ladies get so fucking wet for bikers.
I step inside and look around. There are a few brothers here, and some of the OG members. These days they stick close to the clubhouse. I give them a chin lift as I walk by, past the bar, and down the hall to the living quarters.
Inside my room, I shut and lock the door. After a quick shower, I get dressed in a worn black Harley t-shirt, jeans, and my black motorcycle boots. I don’t bother combing my hair; I just grab my black Nike snapback hat and throw it on backwards.
I open the drawer of my nightstand and grab a sleeve of condoms and stick them in my wallet before sticking it in my back pocket. I slip on my cut and then head out.
Shakey’s is hopping tonight, and the women are smoking, fucking hot. I take a drink from my bottle of Bud. Our prez, Sly, comes walking over, handing me a shot of whiskey. I tip it back and swallow the amber liquid down. “Thanks.”
“Did you get the bike finished?”
I nod. “Yeah, I did. The prospects just need to polish it up and then I’ll let Brandon know he can pick it up.”
“Great, I’ll make sure they know to work on it first thing. Your work gets better and better. You know that, right?”
“I appreciate that, brother. I’m always in competition with myself.”
“Well, keep it up. You’re going to put us on the map. Is Edge getting back tonight?” He lights a cigarette, blowing it out slowly.
I nod. “Yeah, he’s supposed to meet us here.”
“Good.” He claps me on the shoulder and then walks away.
The band begins to tune up their instruments, and I move to stand beside our VP, Ace, and our other brother, Syn. “What’s up, boys?” We all exchange back-slapping hugs.
“Did you see the talent here tonight?” Syn grabs onto my shoulder and points with his beer bottle to a group of women in tiny little shirts and teeny tiny skirts. I’ve never had a problem finding a woman to share my bed. I’m sure I won’t have trouble finding someone to take home tonight.
“Holy shit, look at Barbie that just walked in.” I look at Ace and then turn to see what he’s talking about.
The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen has just walked out into the back. She smiles at the woman she’s with, and I watch her walk over to the outdoor bar. Before I even realize it, I’m moving across the cement floor toward her.