Page 17 of Her Beastly Biker
What in the actual hell am I doing?My little rented Honda groans over the massive humps and bumps in the road. My bladder is uncomfortably full, and I squirm.
So yes, I’m a sneak. I also don’t sleep through anything.And my hearing is fuckin’ superb.I overheard Hawk last night talking to another club member about meeting outside of town down a dirt road. I google mapped the old dirt road, and well, here I am at a little after six in the morning.
I can still hear the roar of the motorcycles so I know I’m on the right track.
My stomach rumbles with doubt and well…hunger. I should have taken something to eat before I went on this mission. Hell, a donut, something.
I smack myself in the forehead.I shouldn’t be doing this.But I’m curious. What does a motorcycle club do? Hawk explained why they’re together, which was amazing, but exactly what is club business? Do they do nefarious deeds? Are they dealing in drugs?
My heart sinks. I don’t want Hawk to be doing anything bad. And after getting to know him more, I’m pretty sure his moral compass wouldn’t allow that.
Images from last night flit through my mind. It had truly been the best night of my life. The way he cared for me and the feelings…I’ve never felt like that before. Like someone else was a part of me.
I squirm again, this time in guilt.Where the hell were they going?
I come to a stop in the middle of the road when the roaring stops. I start driving the car slowly, looking to the left and the right. I finally spot two motorcycles parked by an old barn on the right side of the road. I back slowly up, swerving a bit into the trees so that I can hide my little car.
I have a moment of indecision as I step out of the car.I should really mind my own freakin’ business. What if I get caught? Will Hawk hate me for following him?
I hear a strangled cry and abandon my thoughts of guilt.What if he’s hurt? What if someone’s hurting him?
I creep closer to the barn, the sound of grunts and cries of pain getting louder and louder. The sight that I finally stumble upon is not at all what I expect.
“What the fuck are you going to do after we leave, Crash?” My man’s menacing voice rings through the dilapidated barn loud and clear.
He’s punching a skinny guy with light blonde hair over and over again. Blood already runs from the puny guy’s mouth. Hemakes a feeble attempt to punch back, but his balled-up fist doesn’t hit anywhere near Hawk’s giant figure.
The other man with the recognizable Savage Kings patch on his jacket holds a larger guy in a headlong. The guy fights to get out from his grasp but it does nothing. The Savage King member merely grunts and holds onto him tighter.
“I said, what the fuck…” another punch to the face for little guy, “are…” another savage punch, “you gonna do?”
At this point, Crash, I’m assuming that’s his name, finally falls to the ground, writhing in agony.
When Hawk bends down with a fist raised, Crash puts him his arms in a defensive gesture. “I’m…I’m going to get the fuck out of this town and not come back!” he spits out, blood flying from his sputtering mouth.Eww.My stomach instantly revolts.
“That’s right, Crash. That’s exactly what you’re going to do.” Hawk’s mouth lifts into a satisfied grin.
Is this what this club is about? Beating up defenseless men? Threatening them? What the hell have I gotten involved in? And why is it a little bit hot when he’s so tough?Sigh. That little thought slips in unbidden.
Crash rolls over and spits up more blood. He stumbles to his feet and apparently decides he can try his luck again. He picks up a wooden board from beside him.
He takes a wild swing at Hawk, who has just turned around.
I gasp aloud. Hawk’s gaze automatically swings to me, and he doesn’t see the clear threat. His eyes widen as he takes in my shaking figure in the corner of the barn.
“Watch out, Hawk!” I scream and Hawk finally turns around just in time to stop the board from coming down on his head.
He grabs the board from Crash and proceeds to beat the ever-loving shit out of him, knocking him twice in the stomach, and then once across the face. I see Crash’s eyes roll back into his head and then he collapses in a heap on the dirt floor.
The other Savage King member sends me a hard look and then lets Crash’s companion go. The man, who has remained silent except for a few grunts the whole time, simply walks over to Crash and leans over him.
I put a shaking hand to my mouth. I’ve never seen such savagery before. There’s blood sprinkled across the barn, Crash’s blood.So much damn blood.
My dad was and is involved in some nasty stuff, but I never had to see it. I was always kept away, the pampered princess in her gilded cage. Now, I feel well and truly sick.
Hawk’s booted feet stalk across the barn towards me. I back up, my hand still over my mouth.
“What the ever-lovin’ fuck are you doing here?” he yells in a scarily loud voice. His eyes have an icy sheen to them that I’ve never seen before. The hard look scares the shit out of me.
