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Lara is going to pay for this. I’m going to make sure of it.
Outside in the lot, we all put on our jackets and helmets, mount up and get our engines roaring.
In this club—we all ride Harleys.
The sound of fifteen heavy motors gurgling with that heavy torque vibrates through your whole body. There’s no feeling like it in the world.
Your heart synchronizes to it.
You become one with the road. Youarethe road.
We wait for Dom to give the signal. He turns back and checks that everyone is in formation before he says, “Reapers, roll out!”
We do.
The thunder we bring can be heard a mile away—Everyone knows we’re coming.
There’s a whole lot of nothing for the first couple of miles, it’s flat, dry and brown…then we roll into town. There are green lawns and signs of life, but nothing around here is more than a couple of stories high.
The town ofMyers, Southern Californiaprobably shouldn’t even be on a map, but it is.
It’s just us out here…and the small community of folks who prefer to be left alone. We’ve got things like a diner, a mechanic, a dentist, a bookstore, a supermarket, a cellphone & computer store—one of everything you need and nothing you don’t.
If you’re looking for the hottest fashions from New York City, you’re going to have to go much further north to get it.
We own this town, but not in a bad way. All the businesses pay us protection money.
Protection from what?
Other gangs.
Some of them are motorcycle gangs, some aren’t. This close to the Mexican border, there’s a lot of trouble to be had. Gangs move people, drugs, money…you name it.
Wemove guns. We’ve been doing it for years.
We protect the fifteen thousand people in this town from other bad people who would see themselves move in.
The Sheriff can’t do it on his own. We charge less than the Mayor would if they were to hire additional men for the Sheriff’s department—Property taxes would go way up.
This way, the residents stay happy and the law looks the other way at our dealings. That’s why we’re on such good terms with the civilians.
A lot of the time they don’t even pay us with money. It’s in exchange for services and goods.
When we hit the town limits, people smile and wave, we greet them back—This is all about showing face and letting them know everything is good.
We’re happy, so they should be happy too—Our way of life is being maintained.
That sentiment is destroyed for me when we ride pastTony’s Auto & Spares.
We slow down to say hi and Tony looks at my bike like I’m riding a horse with a thrown shoe and an arrow sticking out its neck.
“What happened here?” Tony’s 6’2” and shaggy with a handlebar mustache. He’s always dressed in a uniform of blue overalls.
“Small accident,” I tell him with confidence like there’s nothing to worry about.
“Fire?”
“Yeah, just one of the prospects being clumsy.”
