Page 4 of Shade
“Right. I need to get gone,” Demon says, walking out of the office.
I shake my head and scroll through the reports for the last time. A few minutes later, I lean back into the chair, crossing my arms. I stare at the bottom line, and I can’t help but be proud of what we’ve done.
This year is turning out to be the best. The investments are paying off, and we don’t need to worry about money.
I rub my neck, closing my eyes. I need to get out of here, go on a run, and release some stress. I close the laptop and unplug it. I don’t like leaving it in the office; you just never know.
Yeah, I don’t fucking trust easily, and especially not with the MC’s deets. I’m the fucking Secretary, and it’s my job to protect all of our deets. I also work closely with Shadow, the MC’s Treasurer, and Spy, the MC’s IT.
I’m always in this fucking office or on a run. Yeah, a shade in the room, also because I’m so fucking pale, like a ghost, hence my road name Shade.
I walk out of the office, lock it up, and walk down the hall to the secured steel door. I enter the code and walk inside. I walk up the stairs to the second floor, where my blood Brothers and I have an apartment, our home. The other half of the floor is an apartment for the Miller brothers.
The girls have the third floor, which is a highly secure area. My two sisters, Poison and Candy, are now Old Lady’s to the Wicked Warriors MC Prez and VP. They’re happy and that’s all that matters to me.
I’m the last of the family that’s still free. My Brother Fiend now has an Old Lady and just got engaged, and it makes me happy to see them happy.
I walk to my room, place my laptop on my desk, and take off my Cut, draping it on my wooden chair. I kick off my boots, jeans, and t-shirt. I walk to the bathroom, turn on the shower, and step inside, closing my eyes. The hot water feels good on my back; it’s soothing the tight muscles from sitting all day working.
I wash up, dry off, and get ready to get gone. I pull on my Cut, grab my Glock, and walk out of my room. I walk out of our apartment, down the stairs to the main clubhouse. It’s fucking loud, the music blaring, and the Brothers fucking the club whores. I look at them, and it’s fucking hot, but I don’t want to fuck a club whore. It’s like lately I’m burned out on them.
I walk to the bar, lean on the countertop, looking at the Prospect. Prospect walks over, lifting his chin.
“Get me a beer,” I say, looking at my Brothers Menace and Manic.
“Where the fuck are you going, all shiny,” Menace says, raising his brow.
“I need to go on a run to relax,” I say, taking the beer from the Prospect.
“Fucker, let’s go on a run, then to the fucking Hell’s Cave Bar,” Manic says.
“Yeah, sounds good,” I say, taking a pull of beer.
“Let’s go,” Menace says, sliding off the stool.
“Let’s go,” I say, placing the beer on the bar countertop.
We’re walking away and my Brothers Spy and Shadow walk up.
“Hey, where are you going,” Spy says, walking up with Shadow.
“On a run and stopping at Hell’s Cave,” I say, walking away.
“I’m in,” Shadow says.
“Yeah, a run sounds good,” Spy says.
We walk out of the clubhouse, to our bikes, and pull on our gear. I turn on my bike, and the roar and vibration make me smile. My Brothers turn on their bikes, and we ride out of the clubhouse parking lot and onto the road.
The fucking air feels good, it’s warm, and the moon is bright. I love it when the night is so beautiful for the run.
The Hell’s Cave Bar is busy, as always. It’s another business that we own, so the Brothers like to hang out.
We walk into the bar through the back door and stop at the bar. I lean against the bar, looking around at the crowd. Some Brothers are playing pool or drinking at the tables. Many civilians enjoy the biker vibe.
We have hot girls working for us. These are not the club whores, but they do love bikers, just like the strippers at the club.
I pull out my cigarettes from my Cut pocket, grab one, and light up. Shadow takes the box and grabs one.
