Chapter 1
Horse
It’s fucking early as hell out, but I can’t help that I love the open road, the smell of the fresh air, and the feel of my bike under me as I’m riding. Riding out this morning seeing the sunrise as we make our way out of the national charter’s clubhouse lot has to be one of the most amazing sights I’ve ever seen. Almost as if it were a sign of the things to come as we head toward the new clubhouse that we’re expanding.
I feel a calm being out on the open road on my girl, feeling the power she brings me as we make our way on the interstate. Knowing she’s the only girl in my life that won’t ever fail me no matter the situation we find ourselves in. I can always count on her handling whatever comes our way.
Twister, who is Prez of the Devil's Riot’s new charter, as well as my best friend, rides next to me as we head toward our new location. The brothers had made the decision in our last church session to expand the club with a new charter. Granted, there are already several charters up and down the east coast, as well as some going toward the Midwest. Our farthest charter is out in Colorado. With us moving to this location, it will be the closest charter to any of the docks we deal with. The Russians that we work with are known for dealing in guns, and the docks out here are a lot easier to use than most. Less conspicuous. With us moving to the new clubhouse, we have fifteen guys and four prospects. Today it’s just Twister, Rage, Thorn, and I riding out. The others will be coming tomorrow.
We want to get a good look around and start making a list of all the shit that needs to be done staking out our new territory. Easier to do when it’s just four guys instead of the whole club around. When you have a shit ton of brothers walking around the same area it’s fucking hard to see everything that needs to get done.
I need gas and to piss, so I signal the Prez by tapping the side of my leg to get his attention so he’ll pull up to the next gas station we see. He nods as we see a sign for the next station coming up in two miles. Damn, I’ve been on the road so many times on runs, I’ve forgotten how bad it is when you’ve had shit sleep. Lucky for me, ‘cause I really need coffee and aspirin. Twister had wanted to get on the road before dawn this morning so we can be there before lunch. We had a huge ass bash last night, and the club pussy was thrown our way. Swear all the girls wanted to take a turn with us. I took three of them back to my room, and watched as they took turns sucking me off until I painted their faces with my cum. The fun part was while I had one riding my face, and one on my dick, the other would be sucking my nuts or licking her friend’s clit. Fuck, I’ve been tired but never exhausted as I was this morning when I got up.
"Why did we have to leave so fucking early again? Couldn’t you have picked a better time to leave than the ass crack of dawn?"
I grumble to Twister as we park our bikes next to the gas pumps. Rage and Thorn both shake their heads, just as tired as I am. Yeah, I’ll crash when we get to Twister’s sister’s house. Not knowing what shape the new clubhouse is in, it makes sense to crash at his sister’s for now. All our shit is still back in Stonewall Mills. I’m not going to sleep on the damn floor or pay for a room if I don’t have to. Only thing I know about the new clubhouse is that Twister and Stoney, our national Prez, picked it out and had it designed and built for the most part. We’re supposed to do the rest. Something tells me there’s a lot of clean up. Since all our shit won't be here until later this week, when the rest of the guys show up, we needed a place to crash. No reason to pay for rooms at a motel or sleep on the floor of the clubhouse when his sister lives so close.
Twister turns toward me, smirking with a knowing look. “Quit your bitching and shut the fuck up, Horse. You can sleep when you’re fucking dead." He says, trying to be serious.
I shake my head. "You know I ain’t a morning person, especially without coffee in my veins."
"Ain’t that the fucking truth." He starts laughing. "No fucker, I wanted to head out early so I can surprise my sis with lunch before she heads to work. If I can't catch her before work, I'm hoping to catch her before she gets busy."
Chuckling, I look at him "Why didn’t you just say that shit in the first fucking place? Didn’t know you were that wrapped around your sister’s pinky."
Shaking his head, he grumbles, "I haven’t seen her since her birthday a year ago. I’ve barely had time to talk to her on the phone with all the shit we have going on with the move and all."
Yeah, Twister’s a sucker for his sister. Never met the chick, but I have respect for her from everything that he’s said about her. Especially since she’s his only blood relative left. The Bastards Sons took out his dad, and his mom ran out on his sister and him when Twister was seventeen. It left him to take care of his kid sister. His bitch of a mom didn’t even bother to explain why she left them. Just fucking took off, leaving them to fend for themselves. I guess shit moms don’t bother explaining, though. Twister stepped up big time while prospecting for Devil’s Riot. He always made sure his sister was taken care of, being the only male figure in her life. When any of the guys asked about his sister, Twister would go fucking ballistic, not wanting anyone to fuck with her, his brothers included.
"So, what’s your sister’s name anyway?" I ask, fishing for info.
Granted, I've never seen her. He doesn’t bring her to the club. Evidently, she’s been living over four hours away from him for a while now. I wonder why that is. He never brought her around the club before she moved. One day she just up and left without telling her brother.
Twister hangs up the gas pump, eyeing me skeptically. “Her name’s Kenny."
I freeze. It’s an unusual name for a chick, and my luck couldn’t be that good or bad.
Not many girls out there named Kenny, though.
It couldn’t be the same girl, Kenny was a sweet ass, and I was her first without even realizing it. I can still remember everything about her body.
Four Years Ago
Damnit, I hate when I gotta go anywhere close to a store that doesn’t have anything to do with bike parts. Now that’s something I can do but going to the damn grocery store to get shit for the clubhouse? That’s a job for the prospects and clubwhores. I shouldn’t be the one going into a damn grocery store. Definitely shouldn’t have pissed off the VP last night by trying to hit on his latest piece of ass.
Shaking my head as I make my way into the store, I stop dead in my tracks when I spot the hottest body I’ve ever seen in my life. Tight jeans covering a perfect ass with flip flops and a tank top containing the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen. Across her pale shoulders ran a colored tattoo of two dragons intertwined around each other, extending to each other across her shoulder blades. The best part of the dragons would have to be their eyes: one with an aquamarine color, the other with a ruby tint. Between the two dragons, knelt a naked fairy looking upward at the two of them with her arms extended toward their faces. I liked it at first glance, but seeing it in detail, I think it’s sick.
"That’s one wicked-ass tat you got, babe. Where’d you get it done?" I stop behind her, waiting for her to turn around and hoping that her front end matches her back.