"I'm with you a hundred present, Prez. And I know Bagger, Tusk and Gator, and Grizzly will follow orders." I trusted Heavy since we were scrawny kids in school, and he was my best friend.

  When Bagger approached to tell us that the cargo was transferred to the van, Whiskey and his men were finished discussing the new plan.

  "Alright, y'all better keep up," Whiskey said to me and Heavy as he walked past us toward the Camry he would drive.

  When I returned to the bikes with Heavy and Bagger, Grizzly had already started the engine on the semi and began to drive it back down the dark road. Heavy told Bagger, Tusk, and Gator that he and I were following Whiskey's crew and the cargo to Tennessee for the drop-off. And they would follow Grizzly driving the semi to an address Piotr had given him somewhere in Charleston, South Carolina, to deliver the rest of the pallets of board games.

  It was the day after the transport, and Whiskey was in the critical care unit at a hospital in Clyde, North Carolina. It was a long and exhausting ride to Tennesee, and just at daybreak, and the sun began to shine over the horizon, some drunk-driving asshole in a Ford pickup truck sped past us and swerved over, and almost hit Whiskey. The driver lost control of his pickup truck, and it flipped over. Whiskey's Camry swerved to avoid the truck and debris all over the road, then crashed into a massive rock wall. Heavy and I were behind Whiskey when it happened, and we dialed 911. Luckily, the van carrying the cargo of counterfeit plates, along with three of Whiskey's Valhalla brothers, Taz, Boa, and Vex, on their bikes, were about a mile ahead when the cops and paramedic arrived at the scene.

  Even though Heavy didn't like Whiskey, we both felt terrible he was in the ICU, so we stayed the night and got rooms at a local motel near the hospital. Some of Whiskey's Valhalla Heathen brothers and his family members arrived and booked the whole motel for themselves.

  Taz went to see Whiskey and filled me and Heavy in on his condition. He didn't suffer any brain injury when he crashed the Camry and only had some cuts and bruises.

  The cargo of counterfeit plates arrived at the drop-off spot in Tennessee later that afternoon. Nolan and Piotr's plan succeeded, so Heavy and I twisted our throttles to return home. As I rode my bike in a staggered formation behind Heavy on the long stretch of highways from Tennessee to Washington, I thought about what he said to me at the clubhouse about him and Dani and how Roadkil, our chapter's Sgt. At Arms, he was patched in with Blood Eagle MC to start a new life with Lacey in Myrtle Beach. Bagger was then voted in as Roadkill's replacement as our new Sgt at Arms, which was good for our club. Then, my mind flooded with images of Elle in high school. Her long chestnut-colored hair and how she was looked like a quiet little mouse. She was intelligent and mature for her age, with more compassion than any girls I dated back then. My dad bullied me growing up, so when I saw Elle being bullied that day in the hallway at school, it made me want to punch that jock-strap in the throat.

  My mind wandered back to the night I had just left after Elle showed me how much she loved me with her beautiful body. She must have felt abandoned, the same way I felt when my mom left me when I was a kid.

  I became so angry at myself and suddenly roared against the wind on my face as I gripped my handlebars. I decided to talk to Elle when I got home and hoped she would give me another chance to prove I loved her.

  CHAPTER 11

  ELLE

  I sat at a table with Sarah in a local bar and restaurant in the historic district beside the Potomac River in Old Town Alexandria called the Alice Comfort Cocktail. We ate a few appetizers, and I was drinking too many mojitos that I lost count when I told Sarah all the details of what happened between Wrecker and me after she left the Dollhouse last night.

  I told her how Wrecker had just left right after we had sex and hadn't called me since. Sarah's jaw dropped as she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. "Are you fucking kidding me? He just left?"

  I raised my glass of mojito to her. "Yep, he sure did." Then, I took another sip.

  "That asshole!" Sarah said, then reached across the table and took my hand. "I'm so sorry, Elle. He treated you like some damn whore he picked up at that trashy strip club. You didn't deserve that one bit. He can't just get away with it, either. We have to do something to get back at him!"

  I laughed. "What can we do? Just walk up and kick him in the nuts? Wrecker belongs to an outlaw motorcycle club. Men like him are dangerous. No, thank you. I've got something else planned."

  Sarah's eyes gleamed as she sipped her vodka and cranberry and leaned in. "Oh, do tell!"

  "Do you remember Billy's best friend, Hendrix Stone, from high school?"

  "Yeah, I sure do, and I thought he was a hottie in that bad boy kinda way! I wonder what ever happened to him."

  "Well, I went to the Dollhouse the night after Wrecker ditched me and found Hendrix there! They don't call him Hendrix anymore, though. They call him Heavy, and he's the President of Wrecker's motorcycle club!"

  "No way!"

  "Yes! And he has an old lady named Dani. That's a biker term for girlfriend or wife, I think. They just had a baby girl, so they are throwing a clubhouse party this weekend to celebrate, and I'm invited!"

  Sarah squealed. "That's fantastic! Can I come along?"

  "I don't think that would be a good idea. You know more about what these men in motorcycle clubs are like. They have a caveman code for letting outsiders like us into their world. And that brings me to how I'm going to piss Wrecker off, and that's by riding to the clubhouse with one of his club members! His name is Bagger, and he's cute in a brutish way and seems nice. There's this thing among bikers that to see your woman riding on another man's bike is like breaking a sacred code, or like blasphemy, to the point that men will fight each other if that code is broken.

  "I would love to be a fly on the wall so I can see Wrecker's reaction when he sees you and Bagger ride into their clubhouse," Sarah replied.

  "Don't worry. I'll tell you all about it. Who knows, maybe if I'm invited again to the clubhouse, I can ask if you can join me."

  Sarah became distracted as she looked at something or someone behind me.

  I almost turned around in my chair to look, but she stopped me. "Don't turn around just yet, but I just saw Logan Peabody walk in a woman he's holding hands with. It's good he kept a distance from you at the high school reunion."

  Logan Peabody, the asshole from prom night.

  I looked over my shoulder, and my eyes locked with Logan's as he followed behind the hostess to seat him. He was the first to blink and smile at the blond woman who walked beside him as they sat at a small table.

  "Let's pay our tab and go somewhere else," Sarah said.

  I turned back around and gritted my teeth. "Yes, let's do that. But I'm not afraid of Logan Peabody. This is the perfect opportunity to confront him."

  After we paid our tabs with the waiter who served us, Sarah followed me as I walked directly toward Logan's table.

  Losing count of how many mojitos I drank put me in that I-dont-give-a-fuck state of intoxication. The blond woman sitting across from Logan gasped when I suddenly snatched the glass of beer from their table and threw it in his face.

  "What the fuck!" Logan shouted as he stood from his chair, as beer dripped from his face and soaked his shirt.

  Onlookers around us began to laugh.

  I put the empty glass back on the table with a grin and said to the blond as her eyes were wide as saucers. "Don't let Logan Peabody fool you. He took me to our high school prom, got drunk, called me a slut, and since I wouldn't fuck in his car, I left and walked home alone in the pouring rain."

  Sarah laughed as we left Alice Comfort Cocktail, and then we locked arms and walked down the street to another bar called King's Ransom and drank some more until the last call.

  CHAPTER 12

  WRECKER

  It was the night of the clubhouse party when I rode my bike over to Heavy and Dani's house, who lived in the same neighborhood as me. Heavy's mother, Sheila, smiled and said hello while she sat on the couch feeding Dani and Heavy's baby. Dani came out of the kitchen to hug me and then kissed me on the cheek. She'd put a few pounds on when she got pregnant, which made her look way better than when she came back into town after seven years.

  Heavy gave me the keys to his truck, and I drove it to meet with Nolan in his office at the MGM. Brody handed me a glass of some old Japanese whiskey when Nolan told me that any mention of Reaper Bastards Motorcycle Club was wiped clean from any investigation and databases within the FBI, ATF, and DEA. It was as if the club never existed, along with the Reaper Bastard, called Defcon, who turned rat.

  I knew Nolan Reynolds had plenty of wealth. Still, I learned he held great power in the nation's capital because of his deep connections with corrupt politicians. I had no doubt that Nolan's power reached all the way up to the three branches of the US Government.

  Nolan walked over to a massive abstract painting on the wall beside the big window overlooking National Harbor. He placed his hands on the frame of the painting, and when he pulled, it became unhinged from the brackets holding it in place. He slid the painting to the right, and I saw a hidden safe inside the wall.

  I took a sip from the glass of whiskey when I heard the beeping sounds as Nolan began to press a combination on the number pad to open the safe.

  "I spoke with Piotr before you arrived," he said, turning his back from me and Brody.

  "The delivery of the cargo to Tennessee was a success, all things considered. Luckily, Whiskey is going to make a full recovery from that car accident."

  "And my club brothers, Grizzly, Tusk, and Bagger, made the delivery of those board games to Piotr's destination in Charleston, South Carolina."

  "So now you're here to collect that two hundred I promised," Nolan said as he pulled a black duffle bag from the safe, walked over, then placed it on his desk.

  He unzipped the bag, and I looked inside at stacks of bills. I grinned and shook Nolan's hand.

  He zipped the bag closed and said, "Try to convince Heavy to get on board for another run early next year. Piotr and I have spent alot of time and effort into this business venture, and there's plenty of wealth to go around, including your club."

  When I drove the truck with the duffle bag of cash back to Heavy's house, I followed him into his garage, and he shut the door to give us some privacy away from Dani and Sheila. When I handed him the duffle bag, he unzipped it, looked inside, and grinned.

  "And there will be much more where that came from if we agree to another run with the Valhalla Heathens next year," I said. "Nolan ensured me that our MC no longer exists to the feds and that rat Defcon never happened. The Reaper Bastards can start over on a clean slate. Sometimes doing business with suits is not a bad thing, Heavy. And working with another MC instead of going to war with them is not so bad either.

  Heavy zipped up the bag, then walked over to his gun safe and turned the round dial combination lock to open it. "Tomorrow, you, me, and Tusk will divvy up the cash evenly for the club brothers. Then I'll hold church and do a club vote for another run next year."

  I could see a change in how my best friend, Hendrix, wanted to lead as President of the Reaper Bastards MC. The club had a fresh new start with the possibility of doing more good than bad and maybe redeeming ourselves instead of causing violence or bloodshed.

  Later, I rode my bike and followed Heavy with Dani on the back of his toward the Reaper Bastards MC clubhouse. The party had already started an hour before when we kicked our stands down and parked beside the other bikes in the parking lot.

  A haze of smoke and the smell of burnt rubber mingled with clouds of weed and cigarette smoke as we entered the clubhouse. Grizzly was on his bike in the burnout pit. His front tire was planted against the concrete wall, and he twisted his throttle while holding the brake lever, making the back tire spin, which caused a plume of smoke to surround him.

  Some of the dancers from the Dollhouse came to celebrate, including Jasmine, the petite and filthy-mouthed Vietnamese woman. She used Jasmine as her dancer name at the Dollhouse, but I learned that her real name was Linh Pham, and we had a short-term fuck-fest about three months ago. I thought she had a great sense of humor, but other than that, we had absolutely nothing in common. So, after about a month, we both agreed that it was a fun experience and remained friends.

  I had a few beers and played a game of pool with Heavy.

  "I was thinking about what you said the other day about me and Elle," I said to him.

  "Yeah?" Heavy responded as he stood at the pool table, racking a set to play another game.

  "I'm going to swing by her house tomorrow and talk to her."

  "Sure, brother," Heavy said, then started to chuckle. I thought that was strange because he never chuckled unless he was high from smoking weed.

  I stepped up to the table and was about to set aim with my pool stick to break when Bagger rode his bike inside the clubhouse with a woman sitting behind him dressed all in black from her tank top, a pair of shiny black tights and laced up high-heeled boots. When Bagger planted his feet down, the woman climbed off, and since her back was turned from me, I was able to check out her fine ass.

  Bagger had the same good taste as me when it came to pretty women, and this woman reminded me of Elle.

  Grizzly pulled his bike out of the pit so Bagger could do a burnout. That's when the woman dressed in black turned around, unfastened the strap, and removed her helmet.

  I recognized her instantly.

  Elle Hensley.

  I dropped my poolstick and marched over to her. “What-in-the-actual-fuck?!”

  “Surprise!" was all she said before I moved quickly, grabbed her around the thighs, and heaved her up onto my left shoulder.

  Anger and adrenaline ran through my veins when I heard Heavy laughing along with a few other brothers as I passed by and smacked Elle's ass hard. I entered the small room where we held church, slammed the door shut, and planted Elle's ass on the table.

  She slapped me across the cheek, and the sting made my dick hard.

  "How dare you wreck me the way you did Billy Cooper!" she yelled.

  "I'm sorry." I blurted, and before she could say another word, I smashed my lips against hers.

  Our tongues collided, and Elle dug her fingers into my hair while I pulled her closer.

  I broke the kiss, then flipped her around on the table. She laid flat, pressing her chest and the side of her cheek against it. I leaned down and nibbled on her ear as she moaned and gasped with pleasure. My dick was straining against my jeans, needing to be freed and inside her soft tight pussy.

  I stepped back, yanked the black tights and thong, then shoved them down to her knees. Then I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my stiff and throbbing cock. I reached down between Elle's thighs and plunged my fingers through her soft slit. Her pussy was dripping, and I smeared her juices all over my dick. Then, with one swift thrust, I was balls-deep inside her softness, and she felt so good! Elle cried out in pleasure when I reached around and rubbed her swollen clit fast, then slow. Then fast again.

  My hips slapped against her soft round ass over and over until Elle cried out with an orgasm.

  "Oh, Billy!" she screamed as I pounded into her feeling the soft walls of her pussy pulsate and tighten around my stiff cock. I couldn't hold back any longer, listening to Elle moan and cry with pleasure. With one thrust, then two more, I exploded, pumping my throbbing cock and shooting a thick load of cum deep inside her.

  I leaned down to press my chest against her back and kissed her softly on the side of her neck. We were covered in a sheen of sweat, catching our breaths and could hear hollering and laughter from the other side of the door.

  Once we both pulled our pants back on, I wrapped my arms around Elle's waist and pulled her close to look into her pretty brown eyes as she smiled at me. "I love you, Elle. I always have."

  EPILOGUE

  ELLE

  1 Month Later

  I will never forget the look on Wrecker’s face when I pulled off my helmet and surprised him at the clubhouse party.

  It was priceless.

  But my face was beet red with embarrassment when Wrecker and I left the room with the long table that we just had sex on to be greeted by a crowd of Reaper Bastards and their women laughing and clapping.

  Wrecker introduced me to his club members and their old ladies. I met Heavy's old lady and mother to his baby girl, Danika. Everyone called her Dani, which she preferred, and we clicked instantly.

  Wrecker and I had been inseparable since that night.

  It was Fall but warm and sunny one Saturday afternoon when Wrecker wanted to ride on his motorcycle one last time before the weather turned too cold.

  Riding with Wrecker was always a thrill and a great adrenaline rush. I loved wrapping my arms around his waist, then reaching under this shirt to press my hands on his hard stomach or kissing his neck. I felt the wind push against me and heard Wrecker squeeze in the clutch and shift gears while riding down tree-covered back roads in Virginia.

  I was surprised when Wrecker parked the bike in the parking lot beside the grassy courtyard at our old high school. The place looked the same as it did 15 years ago, except for the new picnic tables. When we climbed off the bike and pulled our helmets off, Wrecker took my hand and walked me to a picnic table. Then, when I sat, he knelt down on one knee.

  His handsome blue eyes gleamed with happiness, and he smiled nervously when he pulled out a small box from inside his Reaper Bastards vest and opened it.

 

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