Beretta glared at me, obviously unconvinced. “Better not wreck it. That bike is worth a fortune in its paint job alone.”
“I won’t.”
That evil sneer slid even further. “Good. The boys and I are going to create a distraction. You’ll know when it comes. That’s going to be your only window of opportunity to get the bike.”
I nodded.
“Don’t fuck this up.”
“I won’t.”
Beretta didn’t even bother to tell me goodbye. He slunk away, disappearing into the crowded field before joining the rest of his club on the other side.
“Fuck!” I grumbled, kicking at some dirt.
This was turning out to be a nightmare, one I couldn’t control. I’d learned to control my actual nightmares long ago, but the ones in the real world were almost impossible to get a handle on.
“Hey, cutie,” a girl a little older than me shouted. “Wanna buy a ticket to the wet T-shirt contest?”
I looked at the girl, admiring how her long, dark, reddish-brown hair swung over her ass in beautiful waves. She was wearing a tight black top that said Stars and Strips on it. The fabric did nothing to hide her pert tits that were budded and begging to be pinched.
“No thanks,” I mumbled, continuing to walk.
“What happened to your face?” she called out, making me stop mid stride.
“Got the shit kicked out of me.”
She gasped. “Here?”
I looked around at all the bikers milling about and shook my head. “No. Not here.”
She held a hand over her heart and blew out a breath. “Phew, I’d hate for that to happen here. The Celestial Sons are very adamant about keeping their rally’s peaceful.”
“The Celestial Sons? What is that? Another 1% biker club?”
She giggled. “No, silly. The Celestial Sons MC is a group of non 1% bikers.”
“Non 1%?”
“It means they’re peaceful and are just a club that likes to ride. Most of them are former military.” She pointed to a group of guys standing near the games. “That’s Zodiac, he’s the Prez. And that shorter blonde guy standing next to him. Well, that’s Scorpio, he’s the VP.”
I looked over at the group of bikers, watching how they all laughed and talked like they were just regular guys who weren’t out for blood. But that couldn’t be the case. All bikers were violent, loathsome beings. I should know, I got my ass handed to me by a group of them.
My eyes narrowed on her. “They look pretty brutal to me.”
She shook her head. “Not the Celestial Sons, they are amazing. This whole rally is a fundraiser to raise money for B.A.C.A and children’s hospitals in the state of Texas.”
“B.A.C.A?”
“Biker’s Against Child Abuse. It’s an organization filled with bikers who protect kids that are abused either in the foster care system or just at home. It’s a way for the kids to feel safe.”
An icy wind crept through my hoodie, and I pulled it in closer. “Yeah, well, where were they when I needed someone?” The bitter words left my lips so fast and abruptly I couldn’t stop them. The girl’s eyes rounded, and she bit her lip, obviously unsure of what to say.
I wasn’t going to stick around for her to find some way to say she was sorry, so I kept on walking, barely giving her another glance.
For a few hours, nothing happened around the rally. All the bikers seemed to be having a good time, laughing, drinking, and listening to music. I saw the biker who gave me a ride, talking to the president of the Celestial Sons MC, then watched as he made his way out of the rally. Whoever he was, at least he was a halfway decent biker. I noticed his leather jacket had nothing on it, which meant he wasn’t part of any club.
I made my way over to where they had a bunch of bikes on display for a contest. The one I was supposed to steal should be somewhere over there.
