AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Chapter One
Lara
“Lara! You’re here!”
I put my arms out to hug my best friend Cassidy, when she spots me after I step into the only decent saloon in town. The place to be on a Saturday night.
This place,The Twisted Reapers, is owned by the local thuggery, which my brother happens to be a part of, I might add.
They’re a motorcycle club.
My blonde, blue-eyed bestie almost knocks me over when she grabs and squeezes tightly.
I squeeze back, “I missed you!”
She bounces with me on the spot like a crazy person, then takes my hand, pulling me to the bar counter, “Come on! Tell meeverything!”
“You know, between text, email, video calls and stuff…which we do at least once a week…what’s there left to tell?”
“It’s different in person!” She beams at me and spanks my butt playfully.
“Okay, what do you want to know?” I plant my ass on a stool at the counter.
Before Cassidy can say anything, Carla, the bar lady, comes to take our order, “You come home for my farewell party?” She’s about forty with long dark hair, in reasonably good shape and wearing a tank top tucked into her jeans—90’s style.
“I didn’t know you were going anywhere?”
“Good, coz we ain’t having a party,” she laughs, “it’s my last night though, so it’s good to see you again. You drinkin’ age yet?”
“Uh…yeah,” I raise my brow at her. “I was here two years ago, remember? I was twenty-one at the time?”
“Oh yeah,” Carla snickers, then frowns, “sorry, that was a tough time, I guess I wasn’t paying attention.”
“For you and me, both,” I put my hand over hers, both remembering my brother’s wake, which was held here.
Cassidy cuts through the somber moment perfectly, “Hey! Carla! Beers and tequilas for me and Lara. And for you too. You’ll have your farewell party with us!”
“Coming up,” Carla winks.
I turn around to get a look at the place. It hasn’t changed…much.The bar is an island in the middle of the room—Square—so Carla can be harassed four times as much.
Concrete walls and floors, insulated sheet metal for a roof, air-conditioning, small windows high up, a skylight…it’s not great, butit’s not terrible.
There’s a pool table, a jukebox, a few four-tops, some two-tops and far too many scruffy assholes wearing leather with their club patches.
It’s called akutte,or abattle-jacket.A leather vest with their big, club patch on the back. Only full members have them. Theirs is a grim reaper holding a scythe with a cyclone for a body—All in black and white.It saysTwisted Reapersat the top andSouthern Californiaat the bottom.
I see Bret walking towards me with that handsome smile of his. A smile that always makes me want to hold him down and lick his face!
He’s twenty-eight and used to be my brother’s best friend. They grew up together. He’s lean, muscled, tall. Keeps a five ‘o clock shadow, dark hair and has the sexiest scar across his chin.
He’s very protective of me. “Hey you!” He comes in for a hug and squeezes me while I take a whiff of his manly, musky scent—It’s the stink of brutality.He plants a kiss on my cheek before asking, “How’d it go with medical school?”
“Ha!” I laugh as he pulls back and then point, “You should be asking medical school howitwent withme!”
He laughs.
“I kicked its ass! That’s how it went!”
