“I told you that you’re coming with me.”
“I have no idea where you’ve been. You dropped off the face of the earth for five years, and now you just expect me to trust you and follow you across the world? Fuck that. I’m not going anywhere with you.”
His biker brothers move in closer with leering gazes.
“She’s fine as fuck, man. Where’d you find this one?” one man asks.
“Oh, she’s a feisty one. I got something to tame that spirit and that mouth,” another man declares.
“Ohh, shit! I know that’s not little Charisma all grown up with attitude and hips,” a man I recognize as Chainz declares.
“Please let me go,” I politely ask.
“You’re going with me.” His voice is a harsh command that I shouldn’t challenge, but I do.
“No, I’m not. You don’t control me.”
He leans in close to me, and shivers run up my spine when his lips brush my ear. “You’re clearly worried about something out there. The only way you’re gonna make it out of this bar is with me. They’re like a bunch of vultures with fresh roadkill,” he states, referring to his MC brothers. “Besides, you owe me.”
“I owe you nothing!” I hiss.
“That’s a nice ass on her,” another man states and whistles.
“Hell, I’d love to ride that,” a different man declares.
There is no way that I’m making it out of here without being harassed by someone. Facing the men in this bar and the danger that lies await outside strikes a chord of terror in my chest.
“So, what’s it gon’ be, Charisma? Me, them, or whoever you’re running from out there?”
“I’ll take my chances on my own, thank you very much.”
He chuckles. Before I can argue or utter another word, he lifts me off my feet and tosses me over his shoulder. His arms are wrenched around me in such a way that my sundress does not lift.
“Let me go!” I shout, pounding his back as his MC brothers clap and whistle. The women are glaring at me, and I’m sure they’re hot because I stole his attention from them. They have no idea that was the last thing on my mind. I’d rather face a pack of hungry lionesses than be cornered by Chaos.
The first thing that I thought about when returning to the States was seeing my family. I haven’t had a chance to do that yet, because my mother has been on a cruise in the Caribbean, and my twin sister, Chrishanna, is out of town at a hair convention. She’s a social media influencer on all things makeup and hair. She’s supposed to be back tomorrow evening at some point.
So, these last few days, I’ve been surrounded by my MC brothers and the sweetbutts. Today was supposed to be all about partying and celebrating my return, now that Priest, our Prez, is back in town. Things were going great. I was about to poke my dick down a few throats and tap out somebody’s spine. For the spine tapping, I wasn’t thinking about the sweetbutts, because Inever fucked them. Well, I did in the past, but not anymore, and especially not raw.
Shit, I didn’t stick my mans in anything raw. There was only one bitch who had ever gotten it raw from me, but that was because she had saved herself for me and me alone. I trusted her pussy more than I trusted her.
The girls were all around me arguing over who was gon’ suck my shit first when the whole fucking vibe changed. I didn’t know where the energy came from, but it was a strong aura of fear. That wasn’t something my biker gang, the Immortal Descendents, wallowed in, fear. If anything, we incited it in others.
I sat up from where I had been slouched in my chair, and that was when I noticed people whispering. I turned to look over my shoulder, and that was when I saw her. From there, I knew I had to get her ass out of there, despite the danger lurking on the outside. I wasn’t sure who was in the blue car watching her, but I knew I would protect her from them, no matter what it cost me.
“Where are you taking me?” Charisma shouts now when I stop at a traffic light.
I had snuck her out of the back of our bar, put her on my bike, and dipped the hell up out of there. I’m not sure who’s after her and what has her spooked, but until I can figure out what’s going on, she’ll be stuck to my side like glue.
I really don’t give a damn about her anymore, and I should have left her ass in the bar for her to fend for herself. The only thing that has her on the back of my bike now is that if it gets back to my mother or my twin sister how I treated her, I won’t hear the end of it.
“Someplace safe!”
“Somehow, I doubt you know anything about being safe!”
I pull off as soon as the light turns, and I take the curve in the road hard as hell. The danger I display in that action is more toshut her ass up and scare her into silence than anything. I can’t think with her molded to my back the way that she is.
Her curves, though thicker than they were in the past, are as familiar to me as my own body and the curves in the road that my bike takes. The warmth of her body pressing against mine brings back memories that I thought were long suppressed, and that only causes me to grow angry.
