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When I close my eyes, I still see her bruised face asking me for help. Why would she reach out for help and suddenly say, ‘Oh. Just kidding. I’m fine.’

Shy nods, motioning with his hand for me to go.

I dart out of the clubhouse.

Past ~ 2 months prior

“Do you guys do that on purpose?” I hear Raydene say as I walk up to the bar.

I look at all the women sitting beside the bar, but my eyes land on the strawberry blonde. I know her voice, and I’ve only known her for two days. The bitch is hot as fuck, but sadly enough she has a boyfriend.

Ha. Like that’s ever stopped me before.

I laugh to myself, knowing that I don’t care. Generally, if a bitch is flirting with me and in my space, they’re free game regardless if they have a boyfriend or not.

“What did you say?” I give her my award-winning smile.

She laughs, sipping off her drink before answering, “I’m talking about all you men walking out of your meeting looking hot as fuck. Do you do that on purpose? You know, try to make all of us women wet.”

I throw my head back with a laugh and say, “Darling, we look hot no matter where we’re coming from.”

It’s her turn to laugh.

As bikers, we get a lot of different looks from people, but the most common are:

The look of respect.

The look of disapproval.

The look of fear.

The look of affection.

Then there’s the raw, mouth-watering, I wanna fuck you look.

Women seem to give me the last one more often than the others. I look down at the row of women salivating at my brothers. I chuckle to myself, seeing we have a bunch of horny-ass bitches. Even with the clubhouse on lockdown, we still try to have fun.

The clubhouse has been on lockdown since the drive-by this morning, so it’s overly crowded. We had a member-only meeting that just ended, so all the men are filtering out, crowding the bar. It’s nice seeing all the fine women waiting for us. I smile at Raydene as she masks her feelings by taking a drink. I’m sure she’s trying to be cute instead of freaking out about what happened today.

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