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His eyes are hard as stones as he stares at me, and his square jaw clenches tight. I pull out of Persuasion’s mouth as she licks away the last of my semen. I wink at her and turn my back to Toad as I put my shit away, zip up my pants, and turn back to him.
“The hell is so important that you stop me from busting one?”
“Seems to me that you bust it just fine.”
“Yeah, well...no thanks to you,” I say, smacking Persuasion on the ass. “Give us boys a minute, doll. I promise you I’ll make it worth the wait.”
She smiles, kisses my neck, and says, “You’d better. I’ll be right there.”
I follow her finger, pointing to the door of the club.
Toad scowls at her and then looks back at me.
“What’s up?”
Toad frowns as though he recalls that he’s on a mission before he says, “Ryan’s been shot.”
My body tenses.
“Where’s he at? Why the fuck you wait so long to tell me?”
“Just found out.”
“Fuck!” I shout, running to Grenade, my Sport Chief Dark Horse, an Indian motorcycle.
“Wait! You’re not going alone!” he shouts, hopping on his bike.
When I start my engine, I hear a few others revving up. Glancing around, I see that Axle, Merlin, and Frenchie have joined us, along with Texas and Hurricane, two prospects. Not for the first time, I realize that I’m not alone, and I feel the comfort I often have when I remember that I’m a part of something greater than me. I’m part of a brotherhood.
As the road captain of Sin City MC, I’m responsible for planning our trips, finding the safest and alternative routes in an emergency, and ensuring my brothers get to all our destinations safely.
I have to know where traps are, whether set by local cops or state police and ensure we have enough law enforcement in our pockets to avoid any potential long-lasting trouble. Any heat on our asses, I’d better know where every hideaway is along the route until it blows over.
I’m a logical man, a planner, always thoroughly thinking out situations and weighing the pros and cons before selecting the best option for my brothers and me.
Tonight, though? All that shit’s out the window as I fly down Telegraph Avenue, weaving in and out of traffic with my brothers flanking my side and behind me.
Our straight pipes fill the night, waking the dead and ripping the silence to shreds. Anything that’s in our path will be destroyed tonight.
The darkness and the rain don’t do shit to hamper my vision, even though I’m blind in my left eye, thanks to a childhood incident. After six surgeries, my parents resigned themselves to the fact nothing would restore my vision in that eye.
Shit doesn’t matter anyway, I’ve lived almost a lifetime without it, and I maneuver through life just fine, if not better than most. The vision in my right eye is laser sharp at night, and the sunglasses I wear underneath my helmet reduce the glare from the other vehicles on the road.
My mind races with memories from my childhood of my brother and me. I think about the last time we spoke, a week ago. Frustration wells inside of me because we had a disagreement.
If something happens to my brother, if he doesn’t make it, if I don’t get to say goodbyes...
“Fuck!” I shout over the roar of the straight pipes.
I can’t do what-ifs. Can’t fucking afford to do them. I’ve lost enough of what matters in this life. There’s no way I’ll lose my brother. Not Ryan. He’s too fucking good for this world, but this world will end if he were taken from it.
I’ll fucking make sure of that!
