She was the best he’d ever had. She was the stuff of dreams for a man like him; everything he could want in a woman. Long dark hair, a sleek silhouette, and a body made for sin. The connection they made was unreal, and just as quickly as she’d come into his life she was gone.
He thought he’d lost her forever, that he’d made the worst mistake of his life letting his little bird fly away. That was until his phone rang in the middle of the night and a voice, her voice, filled with terror and heartbreak filtered over the line.
Now he’s hellbent on getting her back, riding at a grueling pace to the rescue, and he’s bringing the stuff of nightmares with him.
“D.T… what’s up, man?” Maverick, our president, asked as soon as I came in the back door. I turned sideways and slipped through his office door, shutting the door tight behind me.
“I got a favor to ask,” I said.
His eyebrows went up and he swept back his hair which was getting a little long in the front, back off his forehead.
“You, a favor? Must be big. What’s going on?”
He leaned back in his desk chair and thrust his chin at the chair across from it. I grunted and lowered myself into it, straightening out my fucked up leg as much as I could.
“I got a call tonight. A call for help. I need to ride to Vegas and pick her up.”
“Vegas?” he echoed, and color him surprised.
“Yeah. I need a pin and your blessing. I ain’t heading out to cause trouble, brother. I’m just lookin’ to bring what’s rightfully mine, home.”
“You laying claim to this bitch? Oh, man… now I gotta know.”
I could see the wheels in Mav’s brain just a grinding away. There was a reason he was barely thirty and our president. He was smart as fuck, a real maverick with any situation we found ourselves in – especially when it came to the pigs. Hence his road name and his position as our fearless leader.
Hence, why I was here askin’ instead of just taking off.
I respected Mav. We all did. And I didn’t want to bring any heat down on our heads from just haring off on my own fucking program. There were rules to the outlaw life, looser and fewer than citizen life, but the consequences for fucking up the few that we had were a lot bigger than just going to jail or prison for a few years.
I told him about Bianca, honest-like, as much as I could tell him. We’d only had the one night together. I’d woken up after some lazy post fuck pillow talk and she had been gone. The only trace that she’d been, the open condom wrapper on my bedside table and the napkin from the coffee place I’d scribbled my address on.
Mav considered me and leaned forward in his seat, propping his elbows on the edge of his desk and steepling his fingers in front of him.
“Take Fenris with you,” he said and I bowed my head and shook it, my long ponytail in its leather sheath to keep it from tangling in the wind dragging across my three-piece patch on my back.
“No can do, man. This is something I need to do on my own, just me.”
“I don’t like it,” he declared, but he reached into the top center drawer of his desk and brought out a big ass safety pin and tapped it against the underside of his fingers on the opposite hand.
A single rider with one of them things pinned to his side meant he was just traveling solo through another club’s territory. That he wasn’t there to start shit with that club. I wasn’t intending to. This was my own business to handle and handle it, I would.
Text Copyright © 2020 A.J. Downey
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