Page 13 of Unmasked Legacy

The entire ride to the compound passes me by, and I pay very little attention. I wish I could enjoy the fact that I’m flying down a road on the back of a motorcycle with a gorgeous man, but, instead, I’m wondering if I’m going be the number one suspect for a kidnapping I didn’t commit.

As we begin to slow, I let my eyes focus on the large biker compound in front of me. It’s exactly as I would imagine, a large warehouse that has been converted to house the club and support whatever the hell it is they do from here. A large black flag with the club symbol is stretched above an entry way to the warehouse, and there are bikes absolutely everywhere.

Wolfe comes to a stop and gets off the bike, holding it steady so I can climb off, too.

I pull off my helmet, keeping my eyes on the huge space we’re in.

Now that we’re closer, I can see the warehouse is only one part of the space. It is almost a huge U shape, and as we get closer, I can see that one side is what looks like dorms, in the middle is a huge bar area with outdoor seating, and then the warehouse finishes off the other side. This is massive, and if I’m guessing correctly, these bikers live here.

Is this their entire world?

“You live here?” I ask, unable to help myself.

“I don’t, but I spend most of my time here. The other members live here if they choose.”

I make a mental note to learn more about club life, because I can’t deny that I’m somewhat fascinated by it.

As I trail Wolfe beyond the warehouse toward the central area, I notice even more people lounging around. The majority appear to be bikers, yet there are some outsiders and several women barely dressed. My eyes widen at the sight, and I bite my bottom lip to silence any more questions.

“Club whores, Sweetbutts, take your pick on what you want to call ‘em,” Wolfe murmurs, nodding to someone as we pass.

He must have seen the expression on my face without me saying a single word.

“Sweetbutts?” I almost gasp. “What kind of ...”

“Most clubs refer to them as that. They choose to be here.”

Oh.

Well.

My eyes scan the other women in the group, and I notice a lot of them are wearing leather jackets that state they are the property of someone. Property?

“And them?” I can’t help but ask as we move toward the bar.

“They are old ladies, property of a member, family.”

Oh.

“So, they’re married to someone here?” I question.

“Not always, but a member has claimed them and therefore they are respected and taken care of by everyone in the club.”

I definitely am doing more research into clubs. This is somewhat fascinating. A world I have never experienced. It’s interesting. I can’t help but want to learn more about it.

“And you?”

He pauses, turning toward me. “I’m the President. This is my club.”

My eyes widen. “But some of those men ... they are older than you.”

“Don’t matter.”

“Yo, Pres.”

A biker begins walking toward us, and beside him, I see Talon. I practically shrink behind Wolfe, because I still feel horrible for what I did to him. I’m glad to see he’s okay, but it doesn’t take away the guilty feeling swimming around in my chest.

“Don’t hide behind me,” Wolfe growls. “You can face up to your actions.”

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