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"Ditto," I say, smiling back. A little friendly banter surely isn't suspicious. But the way he is staring at me in the jacket, is enough to send heat to my pussy.
"All right, everyone. Listen up," Butch yells, getting the attention of the fellow Rebels. "We're going out past Marrickton, around the lookout and following the road. We'll stop when we get to the rest area."
He leads us all outside, and I pause to admire the line up of shiny bikes. Butch passes me a helmet, watching me slip it on so he can check the positioning. He helps tighten the straps, making sure that my brain is protected if I somehow fly off mid-ride.
When we're all ready, I climb onto Butch's bike behind him, the seat warm under me from the sun. The bike revs to life as he starts it, giving it a few test throttles. Kicking back the stand, he leads the procession of bikes onto the main road.
It's a beautiful day. It's warm, but not boiling hot. There's a few lone clouds in the sky and a gentle breeze. The wind hits my skin, making me relax as I keep myself tucked around Butch's muscly back. We ride for miles and I take it all in, observing the views around us as we soar down the road.
Vito rides next to us, his bike rumbling in my ear. It's even louder behind us as a dozen or so Rebels follow suit, doing what they love best.
The rest stop is in a park. It's pretty bare except for some big trees providing shade and some built-in picnic tables. People have packed beers and snacks, and I help myself to a Bud Light as I lean against one of the tables.
I take a picture of the park, posting it to Facebook as I enjoy good talk and company. I sense someone looking at me, turning my head to find Chuck watching.
He heads over, beer in hand as he stops in front of me.
"Hi, stranger," he says warmly.
"Hey," I laugh, doing a quick privacy check. "Miss me already, ay?"
Chuck grins, his eyes falling to the jacket again. "Maybe. I have to say, I'm really enjoying that jacket on you."
"Imagine if I was in a jacket with just my underwear on," I tease.
He groans, swallowing. His Adam's apple bobs with the movement and I'm tempted to reach over and lick it.
"That's mean," he says, but I can tell he's picturing it.
Soon enough, Butch calls out for us to put our trash in the park bins so we can start to head back. I dump my empty bottle in the bin, quickly shoving a donut in my mouth for good measure.
We head back towards Wheels and I zone out on the ride back, replaying my interaction with Asher last night. He hasn't spoken to me since, not even to give me a dare. I'm starting to wonder if perhaps he meant it when he said he might be done with me and the game.
I'm oddly saddened by the thought, but my protective mechanisms start kicking in as I tell myself I'll just go back to Plan A. I had always planned to leave, so I'll do it without Asher's money. I'm starting to wonder if I should drop out of college and find a job, something to help me save quickly.
Wheels comes into view and I'm a bit disappointed the ride is over already. It's been a nice trip out, enjoying the sun and I don't want to head home yet.
There's more bikes in the car park, and I notice a group of guys standing near some as we park. I pay them no mind, as it's pretty common for clubs to come and go at all hours.
Butch parks the bike, helping me off. I pass him the helmet, flattening down my hair with my hands. Vito walks over to Butch, the two of them laughing and chatting about random shit.
I'm waiting for them to head into the bar so I can grab a drink, when I hear someone yell out.
"Oi!"
Collectively, we all look over at the group of men at the bikes. They are stalking their way over to us and I immediately tense up, feeling something's not quite right.
I don't recognize the front man but it's clear the Rebels do as they stand in front of me.
"What do you want, Jimmy?" Butch asks coldly.
I try to peek over their shoulders, when someone behind this Jimmy catches my eye. The dreadlocks are easy to spot and his cold eyes are glaring at me.
"Did that bitch steal money from Leo?"
My mouth falls open when I realize he's pointing at me, the Rebels turning to look as well.
Butch steps forward. "He lost fair and square. Deal with it."
