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We’ve had an unwritten deal that I come to town when the club doesn’t need me, and she accepts it. I’m not blind to the fact it’s not conventional. But it’s the best I can do.
“And if you need me, you’ve got me riding straight back here.”
Placing her brush down on the dresser, she walks over to me and rests her hands on my chest.
“I don’t want you overthinking. I’m notunhappy with our situation, it’s just sometimes, it overwhelms me how much I miss you. Mainly at night, when I’m in bed… alone.” She traces her finger down my chest toward my belt. “I miss your touch, you holding me against you. Just being able to feel you…”
I cut her off, asking, “Is that all you miss about me, woman?”
The spark in her eyes flipping from lust to anger in a split second has me growing hard.
“Don’t you ‘woman’ me!”
With a smirk, I press my lips to hers before I say anything else to piss her off.
“Show me what else you miss, darlin’.”
And she does. This woman, the only woman, owns me.
Myles
The decline of Willow’s Peak was beginning to show its ugly face. The shops were closing down one by one, jobs were on a downward spiral, and the population was ever-growing. But Harlow, the town where the Southern Chapter resides, is worse. Much fucking worse. No wonder the gangs are moving in and taking advantage. The drug rate is on the rise, and where there are drugs, there are the people who run them.
Riding with Cookie, Creep, and Zach, we trawl the streets for the gangfuckers that ran our club out of town. Leo sent a handful of us from the main chapter to handle the situation, and so far, I do not feel it’s all that serious. We haven’t seen a single gangbanger, and I’m starting to believe the southern chapter made it out to be worse than what it is and that they’re utter pussies.
I pull over on Main Street and light a cigarette. “We should head back to the bar. We haven’t run into a single fuck. We’re wasting gas.”
“I fuckin’ agree,” Zach grunts and lights a joint.
Cookie takes offence and says, “They’re around here somewhere. Trust me.”
“It’s getting hard to trust any-fuckin’-thing you say when we’re not seeing any enemies.”
Zach snorts. “I can’t believe you were run out of town by ghosts.”
“Fuck you,” Creep snaps.
Tension rises between them, but before it can build, luck must be back in town because as we piss off the southern chapter, a van drives by, makes a U-turn, and picks up speed as it drives toward us.
“Get down!” I roar, jumping off my bike.
The van side door slides open, and all I see before jumping behind a car parked by our rides is three barrels.
“Still doubting us now?” Creep grunts as he uses the trash can as a shield.
This gang is violently not giving a shit that people are around. At least the Lost Souls lose their shit when the public isn’t in sight.
Glass shatters behind us as bullets spray the storefront windows. I hear a bullet pop off one of our rides, and I pray it isn’t mine.
The shooting stops, and the van tires skid as they peel off and speed away.
Taking charge, I instruct my brothers, “Quick, follow them!”
I’m on my bike at the same time as Zach, and I barely hear Creep lose his shit when he sees his front tire has been shot out.
It doesn’t take us long to catch sight of them up ahead. Zach and I push our rides harder, and Cookie rides up beside me, hollering, “They’re heading toward the old train tracks.”
I nod and signal for us to keep following. The farther we ride, the quieter the streets become until we hit Hobo Central. Tents are spotted around, using the abandoned warehouses as shields against the elements. The van steers to the left, and I split off from the guys. I’m hoping we’ll be able to cut them off, but as I don’t know the area, I’m doing a whole lot of hoping.
