Page 1 of A Brother At My Back

Prologue

Lawless & Lost

A Dragon Short Story

One

Dragon…

1992

I counted through the bills as I strode into the bank on old Main St. I didn’t have much in the way of a need for banks, but I wasn’t keen on handing the dealership so much cash. It was a good way to get on law enforcement’s radar. Especially for the likes of me. Nope, they wanted me to buy it, a cashier’s check would have to do. I didn’t pay no mind to the openly-curious stares or the looks of outright disgust. I just stood in line and counted my money and waited for the dude in front of me to get the fuck out the way.

“Next!” the woman called, and I walked up to the counter. I looked up into the prettiest goddamned face I’d ever seen. Pale, perfect skin, smooth the likes of a porcelain doll. And wide, big brown eyes. Her hair was neat and perfect, framing her face and brushing the tops of a pair of perfect fucking tits that were, unfortunately, covered in an ugly-ass blouse that belonged on some librarian twice this angel’s age. It was a-cryin' fuckin’ shame too.

“Can I help you, or are you just going to stand there drooling all day?” she demanded quietly, and those eyes of hers sparked fire.

Well, I’ll be fuckin’ damned.

I glanced at the little plaque declaring her name by her window, “Seriously? A pretty girl like you, and they name you Matilda?” I asked. She looked nonplussed and I grinned.

“Can I help you?” she repeated pointedly.

“Need a cashier’s check.”

“And for how much?”

“Ten-thousand, five hundred ought to do it,” I said and she blinked once, slowly.

“Seriously?” she asked looking me up and down and I admit, I didn’t look like much. Grease stained jeans, beat-to-shit riding boots, equally-stained grey tee with a red, white, and black flannel tied around my waist. My jacket was showing some wear, but my cut? It was relatively new. I’d just started my club a few months back with six buddies of mine.

One of ‘em had a connection with a guy who was in it with a cartel, and we were making it huge running coke up the east coast. The shit came out of Bogota and across the border. My guy’s guy picked it up there and met up with us, and we ran it up north to NYC from there. We were raking in the cash hand over fist and the bike I was currently on, God love her, was about done for. I couldn’t afford to break down on a run, so I needed something new. The trick was skating under the radar when it came to making a big purchase like this. I still held down a part-time job as a mechanic and had been living on one of my guy’s couches for the better part of the last six or seven months to make this look good. First, a bike, then me and my boys had our sights set on picking ourselves up a clubhouse, solidifying our power base, and making it damned clear The Sacred Hearts ruled this area.

“You got a problem, Sweetheart?” I asked, and she looked me over one more time.

“Do you have an account with us, sir?” she asked and shifted uncomfortably the more those lovely brown eyes roved over me. Couldn’t blame her. I worked my ass off to be this cut and I knew my faded tee hugged my chest to show it off. I was just vain enough. And the way she was looking at me right then, a faint little blush across her pale skin, my dick was getting hard just thinking about it.

“No, that a problem?”

“Not if you don’t mind the fee associated with a non-member transaction.” She leaned closer, which gave me a view and a half down her ugly-ass blouse. “It’s free to open a new account and it’d save you a few bucks.”

“You want to see me again?” I asked, grinning, and she smiled a secret little smile.

“Not particularly.” Damn. “But any chance I have to cost my dad a few bucks, I’ll take it.” She leaned back and raised her eyebrows, smiling conspiratorially with me. Fucking little minx!

“Alright, how do I open a new account then?”

“I’ll get Brad, the branch manager for you…”

“Dragon,” I told her.

“Oh, come on, that can’t be your real name,” she scoffed.

“It’s not, but it’s the only one that counts in my world, Sweetheart.”

Two

“Oooh, here comes trouble, and it looks like it’s got its sights locked on you, D!”

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