Page 2 of Striker

Striker

My Ma always said bigstorms like this bring more than just bad weather. I was pushing my Harley as fast as it could go to get back to the clubhouse before the sky opened up. I didn’t mind riding in the rain, but this storm looked like it was going to be a bad one. Storms like this caused destruction and chaos no matter who you were. Rain drops from storms like this felt like little rocks, continuously pelting you as you rode. The wind would whip up debris from everywhere, creating mini tornados of leaves and sticks flying down the middle of the road, causing you to swerve to avoid them. But like my Ma said, storms like this bring more than just rain and wind. I had a sinking feeling that the peace the Devil’s Highwaymen had right now wasn’t going to last too much longer.

My motorcycle club had come a long way from the shit we did when I first joined at sixteen years old. We were working on more legitimate business and keeping our names out of local law enforcement. No more running drugs and girls.

When I became President four years ago, I vowed to make the Devil’s Highwaymen the most respected and feared motorcycle club in the west. So far I had succeeded. While I was the youngest club President in the history of our club, I didn’t take shit from anybody. I had grown our club all across Montana and was working on the surrounding states. I had forged alliances with former enemy clubs, brought in more money than these boys had ever seen, and raked in more pussy than I knew what to do with. I did all of this while continuing to help out my Pop on the ranch and bringing money into this old rundown town.

Our club helped decrease the amount of drugs and crime in our town, while increasing the cash flow. Without us, this town would have fallen apart. There weren’t many jobs out this way and the town suffered because of it. We were slowly working on making this town prosper again. Buying old buildings and giving out loans was a great way to bring money into the town as well as into our club. Our men were working on making the town more attractive toward visitors. This small town had the potential to be something great and we were going to make it happen.

We certainly weren’t choir boys, but we weren’t like some of the bastards out there. Gun smuggling, strippers, and the occasional fights were the baddest we got lately. We no longer hustled or sold drugs and we stopped the promotion of prostitution and selling those girls. That stuff always made me sick, but make no mistake, we have and would kill to protect our brotherhood.

My Pop and GrandPop had dealt with a lot of those bloody battles back in the day. I had seen a few myself and been in a few fights, but never dealt with a big battle while holding the Presidency of the club. I knew that day would come eventually and I was fully prepared to die for the club.

With the expansion of the club, I knew trouble would be coming sooner rather than later, but I was prepared. My brothers were stocked up on weapons, had upgraded our security system, were actively looking for new Prospects, and had just updated our clubhouse. Our clubhouse was now a compound for all our brothers. We had multiple rooms the men could stay in, rooms for the club girls to stay in, my own personal apartment above the club, the club’s personal garage, multiple rooms for our weapons, an upgraded industrial kitchen, the club’s personal bar, and more. On the outside of our gated compound we had our public repair shop which was almost finished, a bar in the works, and a strip club that was almost complete. Both the bar and strip club would have an apartment above for my brothers, Knuckles and Mad Dog. The public auto shop also had an apartment above the shop for my brother Wrench, who currently ran the club’s private garage and would be in charge of our autoshop once it was complete. He did great work and was more than capable of running a business. My brother Mad Dog, had run a strip club in the past, so I had handed that project over to him. He was a quiet guy, but when he got mad, he turned into an animal. Knuckles was a little wild, but knew the bar scene. He had come to me with the idea so I gave him the greenlight to start the project. Each of my brothers had their own unique skills and they were all valuable to the club.

As I pulled up to the clubhouse, the four Prospects came to the front of the gate. “Hey Pres. Goose and Maverick are waiting inside for ya,” the tallest Prospect said nervously. Billy was a good kid from down the road who grew up with me and a few of the boys in the club. He already knew the club life so he was an easy pick for one of our new Prospects. His Ma was a club slut that hung around in the old days. Nobody was sure who his Pop was, but we all knew it was somebody in the club. Nowadays, his Ma wasted her days away in their little run-down shack, drinking away Billy’s good ol’ moonshine. He made a hell of a moonshine and it helped bring in some extra cash for the club. Unfortunately, the poor kid had no chance in hell to make it on his own until I took him under my wing. The club was his only way out of that shack and I was going to make sure I took care of him. He was family and we always watched out for our own.

I watched as the other nervous Prospects helped opened the gate and I could immediately tell that something was wrong. None of them would make eye contact with me except Billy and they all looked like they were waiting for the firing squad to show up. I nodded my head and revved my motorcycle, quickly rolling it into my spot at the front door.

Just as I was getting off my motorcycle, I could hear the commotion inside. Somebody was yelling and it was loud. From the pitch of yells, it was definitely a woman. I ripped my helmet off and ran inside to see what the fuck was going on in there. Nobody came to my clubhouse and threw a hissy fit like this.

As soon as I opened the door I could tell there was trouble. I could see my Vice President and Enforcer sitting on the bar stools with giant red handprints across their faces and a tiny little woman facing them, hands in the air, yelling and screaming. Goose and Maverick were big guys so I knew this was serious if they had let somebody hit them and get away with it. I grew up with those boys and knew them like the back of my hand. We all had an understanding of each other and could often speak to each other without even using words.They definitely had that freaky twin thing going on between the two of them, like reading each other's minds, but we had our own little quirks from growing up together. We were born only days apart and our families were extremely close.

As I ripped around the corner, I stopped in my tracks, immediately recognizing the woman standing in front of them. I couldn’t believe my eyes, I hadn’t seen this girl in four long years. She ripped my heart out and had the balls to show up and just walk into my clubhouse to cause chaos. I couldn't help but stare, my Little Lark had grown into the hottest woman I’d ever seen.

She had always been beautiful, but damn, time had been good to her. Those long tan legs, her jean shorts snug tight, they held that ass just right, her curves were perfect for grabbing on to. That tight ass peaked out from underneath her shorts, just begging to be bit. Lilah wore her same old classic cowboy boots from when she was a kid. They were worn and I could tell she was working on the ranch this morning from the hay sticking to her heel. Her tight black shirt shaped those perfect perky tits, dipping just enough to catch a glimpse of them all pushed together. Her blonde hair was falling around her face like a halo, flowing down her back, right above the dimples I knew she was hiding under that shirt. Lilah was even hotter than before and as her feisty little mouth went off on my right-hand men, I couldn’t help but get turned on.

I quickly adjusted my rock hard cock and hoped to God I could get this over with. I needed relief and knew I wasn’t getting any from my sweet Little Lark. I was positive she still hated my guts from our break-up four years ago. As much as I wanted her, I knew I couldn’t do it again. She hated the club and always had. I knew her Pop had just died, but honestly didn’t expect her to come home after all this time.

Nobody had said a word to me about Lila being home and that pissed me off. I also needed to have a chat with my Prospects about letting just anybody in. I knew it was probably Billy who gave her the greenlight. He always had a crush on her growing up and followed her around like a little lost puppy. I got closer to her and yelled, “What the fuck is going on around here? Everybody except Goose and Maverick get the fuck outta here!” She turned and stared at me with those big green eyes, looking like a little doe that got caught in the headlights. “And you, Little Lark, aren’t going anywhere until you explain what the fuck you’re doing here.”

Chapter 3

Lilah

30minutes earlier

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