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Trance and I both prospected with the local MC because of our love of bikes. From there, we’d become brothers and best friends.
Now, the only thing missing was my mom, but she’d never leave her store, and I’d never leave my club.
A knock at my door startled me, and I realized I’d been watching my neighbor wash her car so long that she was now done and nowhere to be seen.
Flicking the blinds back down, I walked to the door, and looked out the peephole. Startled, I yanked the door open to find my neighbor on the porch looking anything but comfortable.
“Hey,” she said softly. “I just wanted to thank you for mowing my lawn.”
Surprise had me blinking at her. Huh, I hadn’t expected her to realize who’d done it, let alone come over and thank me.
I’d done it as soon as she’d left for work last night, all the while shooting ‘die-fucker’ glares at the man sitting on his ass playing video games.
“You’re welcome,” I rumbled. “You looked like shit yesterday; I just wanted to make sure you didn’t up and die. I didn’t want to have the police all over our neighborhood or anything.”
I’d been teasing of course, but at first she didn’t look like she’d caught on until she found the corner of my mouth tipped up in laughter.
“Yeah, nobody wants a cop here,” she said forcefully before she visibly shuddered.
The certainty in hervoice made me tip my head to the side. Why she was so adamant about that was dumbfounding to me. Did she not like cops?
Uh-oh.
“Got a thing against cops?” I asked as I leaned against my door jam.
“No,” she said a little too quickly. “Gotta go, my foundation guy is here.”
Then she fairly sprinted away, running as fast as her legs would carry her.
I watched her ass jiggle as she ran, and was surprised to find myself not only erect, but rock-fucking-solid.
Closing the door to my house, I stripped out of my shirt and walked to my shower, clothes dropping off as I went.
I bypassed the boxes that were still packed at the side of my room and walked into the bathroom.
Shucking my jeans, I kicked them off to the corner of the room and cranked the water as high as it would go before stepping under the cold spray.
It was when my head was lathered fully with shower gel that I heard the rumble of pipes causing me to curse. I was fucking late. My mind had been on other things while I should’vebeen getting ready. We had a run planned tonight, and I was going to hold us up if I didn’t hurry.
Washing off quickly, I stepped out and wrapped the towel around my waist before jogging to the door.
Yanking the door opened, I walked outside, unsurprised to find six bikes in my driveway.
Stepping down onto the first step, I yelled, “Give me ten! Let me throw some clothes on.”
They raised their hands, acknowledging that they’d heard me as they all crowded around my ‘Cuda and checked out the new headers I’d put on that morning.
As I turned, movement caught my eye causing me to look up.
My eyes collided with those of my neighbors and held.
It seemed like long moments passed as we both stared at each other.
Finally, the worker that was checking out her foundation broke our staring contest, allowing me to dash into the house. I threw the towel on the edge of my bed and shoved my feet into jeans that I found in a box serving as my dresser. The search for a clean t-shirt took longer, but nonetheless, I found one and slipped it over my head before dawning my colors.
My Dixie Wardens MC cut.
Finding socks and shoes, I walked over to the bed and sat down, pulling on my socks before attaching my ankle holster that was already holding my compact .45.
