Page 19 of Grace's Redemption
Maybe I was lovesick. The nauseous feeling lingered until I drifted off to sleep.
I dreamed about being Princess of the SouthEast Dragons and summoned Mase back to be my prince and we would rule the Kingdom of Jersey City, together.
* * *
I heardthe thunder of bike motors, a lot of bikes, before I saw them.
The clubhouse sat at the end of a three-mile road off the highway. Papa Scott said the road curved in order to give us warning when the enemy approached. The array of bikes coming over the bend reminded me of a Memorial Day parade, in black and …pink leather.
The Dragon's prospect scrambled to get in line. The other members sauntered outside and stood behind Papa Scott to greet our guest.
I stood inside of the main hall door and peeked out. I wasn’t sure if I should be here, but no one told me to leave.
Papa Scott had a huge smile on his face, but not like when he was happy. It was the look he used when he knew he had one over on someone. What did the Dragons need with the Legion of Guardians?
A big burly guy with a full beard pulled out in front, a female on a pink and black Harley pulled in line behind him. They drove into the gates. A prospect waved them toward the right next to the fence to guide them where to park. I read the back of their cuts.
Legion of Guardians emblem popped off their cuts. The crew made up of mostly men. Ten in all, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the other six in the crew. The women. They were hot. They rode interspersed between the guys and wore a similar patch with the name Lady Guardians.
An arm went over my shoulder.
“Female bikers.” YoYo nodded with his a wide creepy look on his face. “If they look like that I’m all for it.”
I elbowed him in the ribs.
He grunted.
“Do you know them?” I asked.
“The President, his name is Razor and I think they call her Roe, she's the Lady Guardians’ President and Justice,” he pointed. “She's her VP.”
I’d heard about female biker clubs, but never seen one. Women were not allowed to join the Dragons. The old ladies had a certain amount of respect depending on your old man’s hierarchy in the group. Mattie’s mother was called the first lady, but out of respect. She had no involvement in biker business. I knew more about what was going on because I was always around.
The woman, who rode behind the president of the Guardians, was pretty, a bit rough around the edges. Her VP, she was beautiful. A tall, commanding African American woman with long legs dressed in a skintight black leather cat suit with pink stripes and her cut, which matched the lines of her suit.
She stood about a foot talker than her president. She pulled off her helmet and shook out her hair.
I stepped outside to get a closer look.
The president of the Guardians, Razor, took a handkerchief out of his back pocket and wiped his hands.
He approached Papa Scott.
The Guardians fell in behind their president, the Lady Guardian president stood slightly out front.
It appeared like a typical biker gang stand off.
“Grace.” A prospect named Toadie turned around. “You shouldn’t be here.”
I waved him off.
Papa shook hands with the Guardian president. They both let out a bellowing laugh and the tension dissipated.
“Eugene, I’d like you to meet, Roe and Justice.” He held his hand out towards the Lady Guardians.
Papa Scott looked back at his crew. He spotted me and frowned. “Roe.” He nodded.
Roe nodded back.
