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CHAPTERONE
Outlaw
They are all the same. Beautiful, curvy, ever smiling, claim to be independent and need no man but with painted faces, they are latching onto bikers hoping that one will take them home.
I hate hearing their constant fake laughs as they try to please their catch for the night, hoping something good will come out of it, meaning they’ll get old lady status. I watch them forget their so-called principles and run to sturdy, young, good-looking men in club patches, shoulder-length hair, some having tied a bandana around their forehead, like a three-year-old girl after seeing her daddy.
“Outlaw, my man. How is the going?” Hawk greets with a burning cigarette in his mouth.
He is one of the bikers I feel comfortable interacting with when I am in the mood and he is a huge lover of tits and ass. He is also the oldest in the club, and ex-pres, turning over the reign to me.
“Great. How are you?”
“Beyond great. Come join us for booze and some of this fine ass. There’s plenty of both to go around.” Everyone at his table breaks down in laughter, including the girls seated on their laps.
“Not now, man. I have to make sure the club is running smoothly.” It’s always my excuse when I want to get away.
“All right, man. You do your presidential shit while I and my boys get drunk and fuck.”
He raises his half-full beer bottle and makes a toast with the boys. I don’t bother responding. I know for a fact that they either won’t hear me or they don’t care. It also might lead to another conversation I’m not willing to have. It’s known in the club that I’m a loner which is ironic, since I’m the president- I need to hold conversations.
Taking a walk around the Hades Inferno MC clubhouse, interacting with my ever-vibrant gang of bikers and making sure everything is in check is my duty as the Club’s president. The walks keep me distracted and the last thing I want to do right now is sit at a table and join in a group’s conversation.
Everyone freely interacts with me and respects me here. They don’t give me a hard time, probably because they know nobody crosses the Outlaw. The clubhouse is full.
I love such nights. Nights when almost every member of the club is in the club house even though there’s nothing going on, nights when the club is louder than my thoughts and I can actually smile without a haunting vision in my mind. While I’m not a partyer, the noise is calming.
Satisfied with my checkup, I go sit by the bartender’s counter while facing the club. The clubhouse has five round tables, each holding four to six occupied chairs, five wooden bar tables with six occupied chairs on each side, and three, three-seater, brown, chesterfield sofas at the far end of the club.
Adjacent to the sofas is a pool table with excited players making the most out of their time and money. There are four 65” TVs on each of the four walls that no one is paying attention to, but there’s a sports game on in case someone wants to check the score.
There are two fully furnished bedrooms behind the couches. They’re for anyone that can’t drive home or if a married man wants to break a rule or two and fuck some rando. I don’t judge, it’s not my place. Whatever happens in the clubhouse stays in the damn clubhouse.
“The usual, Jim,” I say, turning to face the bartender.
“A whisky for the Outlaw, coming right up.”
I pick up the glass and take a gulp the minute Jim slides it in front of me.
“How are you today?” asks Jim.
“Just do your work, Jim. I am not in the mood for a chit chat.”
I take a glimpse of the Tennessee and USA flags behind Jim. At the farthest top of the bar is a Hades Inferno MC logo but I don’t pay much attention to either. I am already used to the sight.
“Well, someone is grumpy,” a woman voice says as she rests her purse on the counter. I shake my head and take another sip of my cold whisky.
“The famous Outlaw. I’ve got to say, I am honored to get a chance to talk to you alone. I have heard so much about you. I know you are not a very social person; you don’t like idle talk but I still decided to take a shot. I’m Riley,” she says, stretching her hand towards me for a handshake.
I look at her, glass top rested on my lips. She is a sand-complected brunette with an hour-glass shape. She is smiling at me, a common gesture among every other girl but unlike all the others, she is exceptionally confident.
I take her hand and gently shake it. “Nice to meet you.”
“Pleasure is all mine. So, why Outlaw? You don’t strike me as a person who is excluded from the protection of the law or a fugitive.”
I chuckle as memories of my past flash in my mind. That is what I am trying to avoid and I won’t let her ruin my night. “Never judge a book by its cover, Riley.”
I take a gulp of the remaining whisky, place the glass on the counter, and walk away before she can respond.
