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Detroit
I’ve spent the last twelve long months doing every grunt work imaginable. Scrubbing dirty toilets? Yep! Mopping up puke after an all-nighter? Yep! Being sent inside a drugstore to buy hemorrhoid cream? Unfortunately, yes! Numerous other things along those lines? Yep! Did I complain? Nope. Not one time. Why? Because I was prospecting for the best motorcycle club in all of Washington state—the Mystic Venom MC—and it isn’t just a club, it’s a brotherhood.
The club, the brothers, they ride rain or shine, sleet, or snow. And trust me, that motto rings true because I had to ride in all the seasons and all the weather that goes along with it. Being in the Pacific Northwest made riding challenging in the winter, but luckily, I had tons of practice riding my motorcycle in the snow. Growing up in Detroit all my life had at least given me good winter riding skills. Either way, I did it and passed all the clubs’ requirements and standards. Now I’m about to be the newest, fully patched-in member of the Mystic Venom MC.
If my mama could see me now. She would probably be rolling in her grave. Her only baby becoming a member of a “biker gang” as she used to call them. If she only knew the things this club was involved in. Sure, the Mystic Venom has legit businesses, they’ve got their fangs sunk into all different types of things. Apart from the auto repair shop owned by Rider, Hammer’s construction business and the bar owned by the Prez, they’ve also got brothers that own a house painting business, one working in landscaping, another with a tattoo parlor, and even a weed dispensary. The club is mainly on the up and up. Do they get involved in some shady shit that could be classified as unlawful from time to time? Yep.
I contribute passing my time of prospecting to the incident surrounding Rider. I helped him and his girl out a few months ago. His now fiancé, Rayleighn, had a shady ex who started coming around and causing trouble. When he needed to be taken care of, I stepped up and helped Rider make sure that problem never resurfaced. I did what had to be done. Griz, the club enforcer, and I made sure that my brothers and their families were safe and well taken care of. I did it for him and proved my loyalty to the club. Like I said, we may not be a complete one percenters motorcycle club, but we are towing that line hardcore. Some of us more than others.
I’ve had to be on my toes constantly around the president of the MC. I have to work twice as hard to make a good impression on him. I work at the bar he owns; most of the meetings are held there as well. The prez has seen a lot, been around a lot, and knows a lot. To make a good impression on him one needs to be hardworking, tight-lipped, and a quick learner. To really impress him and get his attention one needs to do something to benefit the club and its brothers.
I’ve proved my loyalty and committed my life now to this club and that says a lot considering where I came from. The different lifestyle I led before coming to Washington and starting over. Each lifestyle is vastly different from the other—but each is filled with exciting moments. I used to answer to the name of Ellis, but now I’m only known as Detroit, and that suits me for the life I’ve chosen to live now.
Detroit
16 Months Ago
The alarm on my phone starts beeping and the vibration stirs me out of sleep. Fumbling, I try to find my phone buried under the blankets. It’s still dark outside and with no light coming in the room is pitch black. As I blindly search for my phone, my hands brush up against warm, bare skin that isn’t mine. I rear back and jump out of bed, my knee hitting the nightstand, rattling all the contents sitting on the surface.
I blindly reach to turn on the lamp and when I find the turn switch, the room floods with soft light. I rub my eyes, trying to clear the sleep to get a better image of my bed. As my eyes come into focus, I can see the shape of a very voluptuous female laying under the blanket, face down on my pillow. Dark, red hair fanned out across the pillow blocking what little I could see of her face. A face I don’t recognize or know.
I move around the bed trying to get a better look at her without waking her up. As I lean over, squinting to see her face clearly in the soft light, she blinks once, twice, three times—then lets out a shriek that has my ears ringing. She shoots up in the bed and shuffles into a sitting-up position. My eyes immediately go to her bare chest. Her teardrop breasts are freely hanging out and I can’t pull my eyes away nor close my gaping mouth.
Her eyes and head dip down and when she realizes her bare breasts are uncovered, she quickly scrambles and covers herself with the sheet. It’s enough to knock me out of the daze and I snap my mouth shut and put my focus back onto her face. I have no memory of how this woman ended up in my apartment. I try to recall the last thing I can remember from the night before and I’m drawing a blank. I remember leaving my job, one that I hate with a deep passion, and going to the bar with friends to commiserate on how much we all can’t stand working for our employers. I remember drinking several rounds of shots that turned into more shots, but then it gets fuzzy. Ido notremember meeting or leaving with her or how she ended up naked in my bed.
“Mind telling me your name, sugar?”
Her eyes flash back to mine, she purses her lips and cocks her head slightly to the side. “Cute. So glad to know that I made an impression on you last night.”
Okay… maybe feistier than I realized. Her sarcasm conveys that she’s at least got some good sass in her. I look at her, I mean really look at her this time and not just her bare chest or her gorgeous body. She looks to be around my age so I’m guessing mid-twenties. She seems too uppity to be a working girl so at least I didn’t get taken for money. She looks clean; and other than her wild, red, bedhead she doesn’t appear to be homeless or strung out. She’s got piercing blue eyes and with her fair and flawless skin, they stand out like two big sapphires. We had to have met at the bar, so more than likely she lives or works in the surrounding area. It’s a total dive, and most of the people who come in are local.
I don’t remember ever seeing her before, though. She’s the kinda girl that makes people turn their heads when she enters a room. Clearly, I must have been one of those at the bar last night or she wouldn’t have ended up in my bed last night. I move back around to the far side of the bed to give her some space. “We meet at theRusty Wrenchlast night?”
She scoffs at me and starts to get up out of the bed. She’s got the sheet wrapped around her body like it’s some Grecian toga and she’s quickly picking up discarded clothing from the floor—determining if it’s hers or mine. She’s mumbling to herself and while I can’t make out anything she’s saying, I’m ninety percent sure I hear her mumble, “be reckless one time and look what it gets me.”
Now it’s my turn to scoff. “Hey, I heard that.” I realize she still never told me her name, so I settle on the obvious. “Listen Red, I’m sure since I found you naked in my bed that means we had a very enjoyable night. I’m sorry that I don’t remember your name, but if you didn’t realize it last night, I wasn’t fully myself in the memory department.” I make a point of looking up and down her body and then returning my eyes to her face. “Or I would have been able to remember all of you and our night together.”
She doesn’t even reply, she just huffs and stalks into the bathroom attached to my bedroom. I sit on the edge of the bed that faces the bathroom door and smirk. She’s so easy to rile up. I think I like this girl, but who the fuck is she? I turn my attention back to the bed, moving the blankets around until I can find my phone. I pull up my messages and see several unread, I start clicking through them from my buddies trying to piece together what I can from last night. It looks like Red and I left the bar around one in the morning and ended up here.
I shoot off a quick text into our group chat asking if anyone recalls Red’s name because I’ve woken up beside her and don’t recall it. Instantly, the replies start coming in:
I read all of the messages and start to reply when the bathroom door flies open and hits the wall behind it with a loud thud. I quickly put my phone on the nightstand facedown and stand up, giving her my full attention. She stops in her tracks when she sees me waiting for her to come out.
“Oh, don’t let my presence stop you. I’m sure you’re already lining up the next idiot for tonight.”
She doesn’t even give me a chance to reply before she’s out the bedroom door. I follow after her in only my boxer briefs, my bare feet on the cold, wood floor as we make our way down the short hallway that opens to the open kitchen and living room. She stalks over to the couch and looks everywhere on the floor, searching the rug and going so far as to lift the cushions.
“If you tell me what you’re looking for I might be able to help.”
She pauses in her search long enough to look over at me. “I think you’ve helped enough.”
I stifle a chuckle. This woman’s body is smoking hot but she’s even cuter all riled up. “Oh, come on, Red. Give me a little bit of a break. I did a lot of shots last night. I’d say more than half a bottle of Fireball.”
“Don’t call me that.” She barks back with a bite. “I have a name and when you figure it out maybe I’ll think about having a real conversation with you. Until then I’m going to look for the rest of my shit, then I’m out.”
She leans under the couch, and I can’t help but stare at her ass up in the air. Pert and peach shape. No wonder this one got my attention last night. If only I could remember the night. She pops up from the couch with an “Ah ha!” holding her shoes, slipping them on her feet as she keeps moving forward toward the door. She doesn’t spare me another glance and I’m disappointed that she hasn’t turned around to see if I’m watching or following her.
She bends down by the door and picks up a lump of some thick coat and pulls it on. She flings the door open and marches out, never looking back she yells over her shoulder, “Next time you pick a woman up, remember her name, asshole!”
