Chapter Eight
RAGE
I’m not gonna to lie, my dick is rock hard right now. This woman is fearless and turns me the fuck on.
She climbs back on my bike without looking over her shoulder, and I take her wherever she needs to go.
From the moment I first met her I knew there was something special about her, and even though I couldn’t exactly pinpoint it at the time, I know what it is now.
Balls… or ovaries, like she says. She has lots of it, and for a man like me, there is nothing more attractive than a woman like her.
I still remember last week, when we were riding to the annual summit with the MC. I saw a woman standing still on a corner. The first thing that caught my eye was her inked skin. Those tats were hot until I saw her face and recognized who she was, who she belonged to.
That didn’t stop me from fucking her with my eyes though, assuming I would never see her again.
I was wrong.
Last week
Someone knocked at the door of my office, twice:
“Come on in…” I sighed.
I was exhausted, I’d been going over the numbers for hours on end, and my eyes were tired. All that noise coming from outside was not making it easy for me to concentrate. I’m too old for this shit, endless partying, lots of hoes and drunken men. I’ll never admit it, but I hate it. Sadly, it’s something I have to deal with, every fucking day. The guys are young, and they want it this way, so they shall have it.
And to think that all this was to honor my word.
Vik, my sergeant at arms, came in through the door with a weird look on his face.
“Prez. You got a minute?”
I closed the books and moved them to the side as he added, “I don’t know who she is but—”
“Why are you always wearing the patch over your skin, Vik?” I interrupted him.
It was the first time I pointed this out to him, to be fair, but I was particularly annoyed today.
Vik laughed. “It’s easier to remove before fucking a gal.”
“True, but I can still smell you from here, that patch stinks.”
I rarely make those type of comments. I also rarely speak this much about clothing and people’s body odor.
He sniffed his armpits. “Yeah, you are right, I do smell.”
“Then do something about it,” I said with a straight face. He knew better than to fuck with me.
“I’ll jump in a shower as soon as I can,” he quickly replied.
“Okay, why are you here?” I asked, since I’d missed his first words.
“Some woman is here to see you.”
Now that got my attention.
“Again? How many times do I have to tell you this shit? Do not try to hook me up with a skank. Was this Slider’s idea?” Tired of the same shit, I was pissed off. “Get lost before I kick you out.” I took the books again and opened them to continue.
“No, I heard you loud and clear last time,” he said while scratching a scar on his right arm. “I apologize for not being clear enough.”
