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"That wouldn't surprise me in the slightest," I admitted. "A lot of other members of the group have been giving me a hard time ever since I started here, and I thought this might happen." Looking back at all the work we still had to complete before the end of the day, I shook my head. "I guess I should have checked with you before accepting the job in the first place." Rather than looking upset, Adam shook his head at me.

"Don't worry about it," he reassured me with a gentle smile. "The boys are just warming up to you. They'll give you a hard time for a little while, but, pretty soon, they'll get used to you and take it easy on you.” Nodding towards the other bikes, he continued. “I suppose, if we're going to keep Bradley off your case, I better let you finish the bike. I'll go ahead and work on these, and you can finish up his bike. Just help me out when you're done.” Seeing this is a smart idea, I couldn't help but smile as I nodded in agreement.

“Sorry for messing up our work day,” I apologized. “If I have to, I'll miss dinner tonight and start work earlier tomorrow morning just to make sure everything gets done.” Rather than looking worried, Adam shook his head nonchalantly.

“Don't worry about it,” he repeated. “I'll have a talk with Chase and let him know what happened. That way, he can take care of Bradley. In the meantime, go ahead and work your magic. You're one of the fastest workers we've had since Sarah joined.” As we set back to work, I couldn't help but smile as I realized I had finally found a place where I belonged.

Up until this point, I had worked at a mechanic shop in the city nearby, and I had always felt as though I didn't fit in. My boss was a huge jerk who liked to waste as much time as possible in order to get as much money out of the customers as possible, and the other workers let him do it in exchange for a bit of extra money, even though they never received it. I, on the other hand, had been fired because I kept getting all the work done for everybody, and the boss wasn't liking it at all he was losing the excess money he had been earning by taking so much time on each repair, causing him to grow very angry with me.

By the time I was fired, I was already planning on quitting anyway and moving to a small town. Gang violence was going up in my neighborhood, and, even though I didn't have a family at this point, I did plan on having one eventually. The last thing I wanted was to raise a family in an area where drive-bys and shootings happened regularly. I wanted to do something to help clean up the neighborhood, but I didn't know how until I was approached at the bar by Chase on the day I was fired.

Chase had only approached me because he had seen the motorcycle in the parking lot and wanted to know if I knew who owned it. When I told him that I was the one who owned it, he sat down, and, after buying us a few rounds, he painted a vision of a clean neighborhood with no crime for me. As skeptical as I was about what he was saying, Chase was a visionary, and his charisma really helped his case. Before I even knew it, I had agreed to join the group that had been known as The Barbarians and was offered a job at the motorcycle repair shop that they ran on the compound.

The following morning, when I woke up, I was at the compound in a room that I didn't recognize, and I had no idea how I had gotten there or what had happened after talking to Chase at the bar. At first, I thought I had been drugged and kidnapped, but, when Chase knocked on my door with a tray of breakfast as well as a cup of coffee in order to help my throbbing head, he explained that we had enjoyed several more rounds before I finally became so drunk, I was completely incomprehensible. Not wanting to send me away due to how drunk I was, he had called up a few friends of his, who had picked up my motorcycle on a trailer and driven us to the compound so that we could sleep off the alcohol.

After he finished explaining everything that happened, he asked me if I remembered anything that we had spoken of the night before, and I admitted that I had remembered at least half of it. Again, Chase offered me a chance to join the Barbarians as well as work at the motorcycle repair shop there on the compound. Seeing no other choice, especially after being fired the day before, I had agreed, and I had been working there ever since, never once regretting the day.

That is until the other members started picking on me. I tried to ignore them as best as I could, but, on days like today where they actively affected how much I was able to do for the group rather than just for them, it did get on my nerves from time to time. Thankfully, Adam, who had grown to be one of my closest friends besides Chase, was always helping me out in every way he could and made life much easier than it was before.

That day, thanks to Bradley's little joke, we only got through half the work that we needed to before the dinner bell rang, but Bradley's bike was finally finished. I knew that he was going to come back for it, and I wanted to confront him about what had happened, but Adam sent me away, saying that he would take care of it. So, as I approached the main house in order to get dinner, I started to wonder if things were going to change for better or for worse.

CHAPTER THREE

Amanda

All the fear I had felt on the way to the compound had completely disappeared by the time dinner had started. Chase was kind and friendly to me, and he had even given me a tour of the compound. At first, he seemed a bit annoyed, especially after hearing that somebody named Scott was stuck in the repair shop, but, after deciding that he didn't need anybody else to show me the compound, he let things go and continue to show me the compound with the help of Eric and Nathan.

The compound was mostly a large group of houses circled around a large dirt lot almost like a cul-de-sac. The dirt lot was about half the size of a football field, and, at the back end, almost at the top of the horseshoe shaped formation the houses made, was a giant warehouse that they called the auto repair shop. Outlining the houses was a set of woods with barbed wire fences along the tree line. Chase explained that it was the best way to keep out trespassers, but, after seeing more people acting like Megan throughout the compound, I started to wonder if maybe it was to keep people from getting lost in the woods as well.

By the time Chase had finished showing me the compound, it was close to dinner time, and someone came up to tell him that my bags were already set up in one of the guest bedrooms. After thanking the man, Chase led me to the house that I would be staying at and explained that all meals were served at the giant white house at the opening of the dirt lot. As he showed me to my room, he explained the general schedule of the compound and also mentioned that showing up for meals wasn't mandatory but was expected if I was going to eat with everyone else.

The room I had been given was a smaller room with a single window, a window seat, all the furniture I needed for the room, and a bathroom attached at the far end of the room. Chase explained that I was allowed to decorate the room however I wanted, especially if I chose to stay, but he did expect a certain level of professionalism when it came to the room. When I asked him what he meant, he asked that I just keep the room clean and take care of the furniture I had been provided. Seeing this as a fair request, I immediately agreed and was left to unpack.

The queen size bed I was given took up most the space, but I still had enough room for a long dresser, which held the TV, two nightstands, one on each side of the bed, and a closet near the bathroom. The bathroom had even come fully stocked with fresh toiletries that were still in the package as well as a small shelf of towels and washcloths, and the larger space on the floor next to the shelf was a laundry bin that I assumed was meant for dirty laundry, which I would be allowed to wash once a week in the main house if I decided to do it here.

Once I had finished unpacking, I decided that it would be a good idea to go ahead and take a shower before dinner time. I had just worked a long shift and was exhausted, still smelling like fast food grease. Seeing that they had even included shampoo, conditioner, and a vanilla body wash, I quickly got through the shower, washing away the smell of my job after throwing my dirty uniform and the laundry bin. I would be expected to return the uniform, but Chase said that he would have somebody go with me when it came to it. For now, he just wanted me to get settled in before I started working at the bookstore on Monday.

The idea of a motorcycle club owning a bookstore in order to appear legit was a little surprising, but I quickly learned that it wasn't Chase's idea. According to him, Sarah, one of the other women on the compound, had asked if she could open the bookstore in order to help out more around the compound especially after the birth of her daughter, Rachel. Apparently, before her daughter was born, she had worked at the auto repair shop and wanted to do something that would allow her a chance to get to spend more time with her daughter than if she had been working at the auto repair shop.

Hearing about Sarah and Rachel cleared my mind of all preconceived notions I had regarding motorcycle clubs, and I quickly realized that the people around me were a lot more normal than I had thought. According to Chase, they were going to use the motorcycle club in order to help protect the city and town from people like those who had tried to take Beth when she first arrived and make this area safer for families and other civilians. It was a noble cause that I had not been expecting, and I felt bad for judging them before I had even arrived.

Drying off, I quickly got dressed when I heard the dinner bell ring. I knew that everybody would be expecting me there at dinner, and I was glad to finally be out of my old work uniform and freshly cleaned up so that I didn't smell like the fast food restaurant. Once I was ready, I quickly made my way down the stairs and out to the main house, smiling a little when I saw the sunset beyond the trees in the woods.

"There you are," Megan called out from behind me, and I turned just in time to catch her as she threw herself into my arms. After a brief moment of trying to pry her off me, she finally let go and took a step back to examine me. "You look much better than you did when we picked you up. How are you feeling?" Touched by her concern, I smiled in response.

"I feel great," I replied as I turned back towards the house. "Just ready to get some dinner, I guess." Megan nodded in agreement as she took me by the hand.

"I was talking to Nathan today," she began as we walked hand in hand towards the house, "and he said that, because I was so good today, I would be allowed to spend some time with you before bedtime." Realizing how childish this sounded, I raised an eyebrow as I turned to look at her.

"Do you really have to get permission from Nathan in order to get to spend time with me?" I asked. Before she didn't respond, two men marched out of the main house and into the dirt lot.

"My motorcycle better be fixed!" shouted the first as he marched out towards the warehouse. "I don't care what Adam said. I said I wanted it done today." The second man, despite being as tall and buff looking as the first, looked a little timid as he spoke.

"And I did get it fixed," he argued as he followed the man. "Adam said that he wanted to talk to you, though, when you go to pick it up." The two men continued towards the warehouse, and I turned back to look at Megan.

"What was all that about?" I asked, and she shrugged.

"Honestly, I don't know," she replied. "I know that everybody's been giving Scott a hard time ever since he joined, but Bradley really needs to back off and leave him be. He's going to get them both in a lot of trouble if they get caught fighting like that."