“No problem, Jody. Let’s roll out,” Onyx ordered.
I nodded and got into my vehicle. It wasn’t much, but it was mine. With a smile, I pulled off the drive and headed towards the new apartment. While not in the greatest location, it was perfect, and I’d be protected because one of the bikers owned the building. How Magic had made friends with the Riders of Vengeance, I didn’t know, but he had.
Our part of South Dakota had several motorcycle clubs. Riders of Vengeance was rather notorious. Magic had assured me they’d ensure the move proceeded without a hitch, and it had. Once I arrived at the address, Onyx and his men helped unload the car before refusing my offer of pizza as thanks. I told them that if they were ever in Magic’s bar, I’d buy them a drink.
Onyx nodded and left.
Magic – July 2007
“You’re being released early,” Warden Cooper said.
“Why?” I demanded. Hell, I didn’t want to stay behind bars, only a fucking idiot would, but this was a surprise. My lawyer hadn’t visited me to tell me anything.
“Good behaviour,” Cooper stated, and I snorted.
Cooper looked amused, too. “Don’t bother calling bullshit. The truth is, we’re overcrowded, and you’ve done several favours. Saving Jones’ neck went a long way to early release.”
“Weren’t alone in doing that.”
“Storm is getting out, too. Magic, I don’t want to see either of you back. Gotta admit, you’ve kept your wing quiet, kinda makes me want to keep you,” Cooper said humorously. As wardens went, Cooper was one of the better ones.
“Parole?”
“A year.”
“Thanks.”
“You got anyone out there?” Cooper asked.
A smile crossed my lips. “A handful of trouble and sass.”
“Sounds like a good one. Don’t fuck up and come back, you’ll lose her,” Cooper warned. I had no intention of doing either.
“Thanks, Warden. If you’re ever in my part of South Dakota, drop by for a drink,” I said and got up. Cooper nodded.
“Have a great life, Magic,” he stated, and the guards escorted me out.
???
The parole board had to be kidding. Fuckin’ idiots. A condition of my release was not to attend a bar for twelve months. I owned one, the damn fools. Well, they’d not stop me checking in, but I clearly couldn’t run it. Which meant I needed a job, and I only knew bar work.
Trying to figure things out, I walked through the gates of the prison, and a shriek captured my attention.
Jody raced towards me and leapt into my arms. Her kiss was like ambrosia. My hands grabbed her ass to support her weight. Damn, I’d missed the feel of her.
“Jesus, babe,” I muttered as Jody kissed me wildly, legs wrapped around my waist. My hands were once again full of plump ass, and I loved that.
Jody grinned saucily. “Let’s go home, honey.”
My body agreed one hundred per cent. My cock was rock hard and begged to sink into the softness of Jody’s body. Ain’t nobody who’d call Jody slender and waif-like. Jody had curves, flaunted them, and I fuckin’ loved it. Lush thighs, plump ass, tiny waist, and a huge rack. Jody was my Marilyn Monroe, and I’d never share her. My girl was all woman. Men envied me, and I revelled in it.
“Ain’t arguing,” I muttered.
Bike pipes roared, and I looked up and saw a crowd of bikers heading towards us. I recognised the patch even as Storm came through the gates with a grin. Whoops and hollers lit the sky as a car pulling a trailer stopped behind them. Storm headed over and clasped elbows with Onyx. I couldn’t say I knew the club well, but I was familiar with the Riders of Vengeance, more so after bunking with Storm for twelve months. There’d been several other attempts on his life, which I’d helped stop. Storm owed me more than a few markers.
“Magic!” Storm shouted and waved me over. Jody’s head turned even as I continued holding her.
“You’re going to explain how you know the Riders,” she stated, and I nodded. I placed Jody carefully on her feet. I was a big guy, and Jody was tiny compared to me.
