Page 1 of Biker Boo
Chapter 1
Friday October 27
Becki
The whole damn town is out celebrating like it ain’t haunted by regrets.Pumpkins glow on porches.Drunk laughter echoes down the hollers.And I’m here in a double-wide that smells like old smoke and my pumpkin spice body spray, watching a horror marathon on the grainy screen of a secondhand tube TV.
Happy fucking Halloween.
Well, it’s nearly Halloween, the weekend before.Trick or treat and parties are happening while some folks are off work, leaving me and the actual day completely the fuck out of it.
Kinda kills the thrill, if you ask me.
I stretch out on the worn-out couch in my trailer, one leg draped over the side, toes brushing the dusty carpet.My toes are painted black, last week’s attempt to feel something, maybe look cute, maybe get noticed.
But he didn’t notice.Not like that.
Legend looked right through me, like I was a damn puddle of piss on the floor of his precious clubhouse, something to step around on his way to another warm cunt.The biker Prez didn’t just ignore me.He humiliated me.
“Crazy Becki ain’t my ol’ lady.Never will be.She’s just a party favor.Used one at that.”
Those words hit harder than any slap, and he said them with a smile on his face like they didn’t mean a damn thing.But they meanteverythingto me.Because I’m not just some random club bunny he found along the way.I’m supposed to be his.Iwashis, once.
I gave up everything for him.
My father runs the Pearly Gates church, the whole community, a cult, really.Preaching fire, brimstone, and end times.We used to run drills for the Rapture.We stockpiled gas masks and canned beans.And we got beat if we asked questions.
I was raised to be obedient, silent, ready to serve God or die trying.Ready to serve a man, too, like a God.
And then came Hudson Welles.CalledLegendnow.
Back then we were just teens, hiding out behind the church, whispering dreams under cover of darkness.When his daddy came back and created Hell, Kentucky, starting the Kings of Anarchy MC, I followed Legend out of that compound without a second thought.
I didn’t want a throne or a crown, to be hisAnarchy Queen.
I just wanted to belongsomewhere.
Tosomeone.
ToHudson before he became Legend.
But what I got was a trailer on the edge of nowhere and a heart full of false hope.
Legend handed me the keys like he was doing me a favor.Said I needed space.Said I deserved it.But I knew what it was.He was buying me off.Paying me in roof and plumbing to be okay with not being his.Not really.
He didn’t say it, but I heard it anyway.“Stay here.Be quiet.Don’t cause trouble.”
He forgot all the promises we made.All the nights he pulled me close and whispered that one day I’d wear his patch.That I’d be his queen.
Instead, I’m a ghost in this town, haunting my own life while the party roars on without me.
Outside, the wind whistles through the broken swing on the porch, making it creak like a ghost with unfinished business.I sip on a flat Coke and pretend I don’t want to pour bourbon in it.
I promised Royal I’d try to stay out of trouble tonight.
Royal.Nowhe… that biker worries too much.
Royal always looks at me like I’m made of dynamite.Pretty, dangerous, unpredictable.He’s the only one who sees the pieces I keep hidden.The ones still loyal to the church in some backwards, twisted way.The girl who wants to sin and be saved at the same time.
