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I felt my Fat Boy's rumble and the vibrations in the asphalt as we all started up, twenty-five bikes in tow.
We left the airstrip then turned right and let our bikes carry us home. I was never more thankful when the Pres. signaled for us to pull over at the Whataburger on Main. They had the best food around.
Well not technically. The best food, well, that was all Raine.
As soon as we parked in the back lot, all of us backing our bikes in a row, I inhaled that smell. You know the smell of oil cooking, burgers frying. Goddamn had I missed it.
Normally people fled when they saw this many bikers in one location, however, everyone around here knew us, and they knew not to be afraid unless you fucked up.
While we were all walking in, something caught my eye.
I was so goddamn furious it wasn’t even funny. Since when did my little sister think it was okay for her to dress like a typical street corner hooker?
She had on a small tube top. Her damn boobs looked like they were about to pop out, not to mention I could see damn hickey’s all over her neck because she had her hair off to one side.
That was when my eyes bugged out at something else, I saw. A tattoo?
Since when the fuck was, she old enough to get a damn tattoo on her side, oh, and let’s not forget the leather mini skirt she was sporting and four-inch heels. She was sixteen for fucks sake.
“What the absolute fuck?” I muttered.
My brothers looked at me, then looked to where I was looking. And a round of Oh Shit’s and Damn, about fucking time’s filtered through my ears and into my brain.
“Shea? What the actual fuck?” I roared at her.
She jumped straight out of the booth and would have fallen on her ass if my brother Clip hadn’t reacted so quickly.
I nodded at him and leveled my glare at her. One that has been known to make grown men piss themselves.
“Tank, what…what are…are yo…you doing here?” She was visibly shaken and rightly so.
“Umm… looks like I just got back from a mission to get some food and walked in here and saw that.” I motioned to her whole body
Then she had the nerve to put her hands on her hips, and here we go.
“What is that supposed to mean? You saw that?” To which she used her hands to gesture up and down her body as I had, “What? Am I not dressed to your standards, big brother? I like how I’m dressed; Mom and Dad never cared, so why should you? It’s my body, it’s my life. Get the hell over it.” She sneered up at me.
Yeah, even with her fucking heels on I still towered over her.
“Oh, get the hell over it huh?” I marched over to her while I was taking off my kutte then I took off my desert fatigue shirt, replaced my kutte, then grabbed her by her waist, and tossed her over my shoulder.
Using my shirt to cover her ass.
I carried her outside with her beating and banging on my back, shit didn’t faze me.
“Put me down, you ass!” She screamed.
“Oh, I’m going to put you down all right.” I walked to the side of the building where there was some thick grass for padding, then I threw her on the ground.
“You asshole! What the fuck?” She shouted, glared, and then stood up, all the while brushing off the grass.
“First of all, you watch your goddamn mouth, Shea; I’ve had it up to here already.” I said while placing my hand over my head, “Where the hell do you get off using that kind of language? Secondly, if you want to dress like that, showing everyone what you got, then you better be prepared to be treated like a whore. You want to dress like that, then you do it with me or one of my brothers at your back.” I watched the sneer she had on her face soften. “Third, you're seventeen, you’re not old enough for a tattoo.”
I watched as that softened face hardened, and then she spouted off, “Well, the person who did it thought I was old enough and don’t you dare tell me to watch my mouth brother, not when you string curse words together like it's as easy as breathing.”
“Well, for starters I’m twelve years older than you which means I can talk however I damn well, please. Plus, you haven’t served your country I have, so when you can say that to me, I won’t dare tell you how to fucking talk.” I sneered. Took in a breath, and then continued on when I saw she was gearing up to throw something back that I knew would just piss me off even more.
“Also, I want the name of the person who did that so-called tattoo.” It looked like a piece of fucking shit; I’d be getting with Clutch another brother from another chapter and having him fix it up.
