CHAPTER 1
*~* Breaker *~*
Groggily, I turn my head to check where I am. All I remember is being on the road as I ran errands for my Pres. I heard hogs and looking back, saw five bikes approaching. As I was on a long stretch of highway, I tried to outride them, however, I was eventually surrounded by the bikers.
Gunshots I remember, but they were not trying to hit me. They were taking out the tires on my hog. I don’t remember going down, or being brought here. Wherever here is?
Rubbing my hands down my face, I look around to see where the fuck I am. What I don’t expect to see is a woman tied up with a roll of something in her mouth to gag her. She’s looking at me, but I can’t tell if she’s okay or not, although she looks unhurt from what I can see.
Shuffling my butt over to her, because we are both on the ground, which is concrete, so cold and hard. “Let me untie you and take this out of your mouth, okay?” I give her enough time to nod that she is okay with that, and as soon as she does I quickly remove everything so she is free.
“Any idea where we are?” I ask the woman.
“The Broken Cobras MC has us. You are here because you are an enemy to them, and I’m here because my stupid stepsister stole from them.”
“Fuck. We’ve gotta get out of here.”
“Of course we do, but how?”
There is one window, it’s small but I think I can squeeze myself through. “Can you help move everything in front of the door? We need to slow them down as much as we can so we can get the fuck out of here.”
Standing and dusting down her jeans and T-shirt, she nods. “Name's Molly, and sure, I can help.”
“Call me Breaker. Did you see what they did with my cut?”
“You mean your leather vest don’t you? It’s in the corner.”
“Yeah,” I respond, and I quickly recover my cut, put it on and start moving boxes that are kicking around the room to the front of the door. Now some of these boxes are heavy, so they should hold them outside for a while.
“If I lift you onto my shoulders can you try opening the window?”
Nodding as she steps toward the window, looking up at it while rubbing her hands together. “Yeah, I can do that.”
I hoist her up and flick her around so she is straddling my neck. Reaching up, she pushes at the catch and struggles to move it. I’m just about to step back and place her down when I hear a click and the window opens.
“I’ve got it. It’s dark too, must be sometime early in the morning. Can you feel the beat of the music on the ground?” She asks and pauses as she peers down at me.
I calm my racing heart and feel for a beat. Nothing! “No, I don’t feel it.”
“Good, they must be passed out. Can I stand on your shoulders? If I can get out, I can help pull you up. I can’t jump high enough for you to get me and pull me through.” Molly is holding onto the windowsill while looking down at me for my response.
I grab her ankles. “Stand on my shoulders, and I’ll jump up when it’s my turn. Watch out for any patrols. Don’t make any noise.”
I’m fucking happy she’s only a little woman, must be 5’5” tops. She looks fit enough, and her hair is mousy from what I can tell as it’s tied in a messy bun. Nice handful of tits and a tight ass on her. Shit, I need to concentrate.
Molly holds tight to the windowsill, and I push her up holding her ankles. Wrapping her elbows over the windowsill, she leans the top half of her body outside the window. Pausing while she looks for anyone loitering on patrol, she quickly raises her knees and scrambling with her feet on the wall is able to drag herself outside.
A minute or two later, Molly pops her head back inside the window. “Come on, Breaker, be quick. It’s all quiet out here, and this is a basement window, so don’t fall back as you climb out.”
Jumping, I grab the windowsill, and thank the fact I work out regularly. This is like pullups, so it isn’t causing me much trouble. Molly however, grabs my cut behind my head and pulls hard. Once I’ve scrambled out the window, and have paused long enough to check for patrols, I grab Molly’s hand and whisper, “You ready, Molly? We are going to have to run for our lives.”
“I’m ready. I’m not dying yet, because I have a stepsister to kill.”
We carefully move towards what looks like a farmer’s field from the distance we are at. Getting to the field we see its corn growing, so giving us cover. “Keep down and let’s move as fast as we can without disturbing too much. The last thing we need is leaving a beacon of where we are, and I mean swaying corn.”
“Yeah, yeah, come on slowpoke.” Molly doesn’t wait, she takes off through the corn, down a row keeping low. But she can move, and to say she only has light sneakers on her feet it’s not slowing her down.
My biker boots are not as light, or helping me stay quiet. I’m doing my best to stay low but stop when I hear gunshots and voices shouting. Fuck, they can’t all have been passed out!
