Page 4 of My Three S**y Bikers

Great.

“Your parents got a divorce, and your mom told you to get rid of it or get out. She’s one cruel, hard woman. I don’t know how you could even refer to her as a mom, that witch! You’ve had it rough…” she said as she tried to console me. I was trying to be strong, but the tears kept pouring out. I felt sick to the stomach as she relived the past. I wished it was someone else’s life, but it was mine, and I’d been so busy trying to survive that I never really had time to mourn what I lost.

I spotted a gas station, so I took a deep breath as I stopped. I’d never taken so long to get out of the car. Though I’d stopped the engine immediately and stayed in the car. With high fuel prices, I couldn’t get away with only putting in five dollars worth. Now, I needed at least ten. Five would mean I’d have to stop again, and then I’d probably have to put in all my money. I tried it before, and I knew the drill.

If I paid ten for gas, I would only be left with ten to last me for two weeks?

Shit!

I closed my eyes and tied my blonde hair in a bun, before glancing at the reflection of my blue eyes before getting out of the car.

Positive thinking, Mel. It’s all going to be alright.

I was sweating like crazy in the car, and I had a hard time getting out, especially with my shorts stuck to the seat. I hadn’t stopped for hours, not even to have a bite to eat. I didn’t want to risk not having enough gas to get to my destination, but it had happened anyway.

Bridget had offer to let me stay at her place for a couple more weeks or however long it would take for me to find a new job in town. She had her auntie staying with her in one-bed apartment, too, and they had an arrangement. Her aunt helped her with childcare, and Bridget gave her a place to stay for free.

“That’s what family does. They help each other out.”

I could do with her comfort right now as I peeled myself off my leather seat and tried to leave my car. I peeked into the back, before grabbing my purse and locking the door.

I kept saying under my breath that it would all be alright, a little exercise I’d learned from a positive meditation YouTube video Bridget had introduced me to. She said it was the only thing that kept her sane at times.

In the old diner where I’d worked, the owner, Russ, had constantly smacked my butt as if I were his wife or even worse, his mistress. One time when we were in the diner alone, he’d decided to take it a little farther. I’d run out. Unfortunately with the contacts he had in Fairmont, he told everyone that I was a thief and he’d fired me, so no one would hire me.

I carefully put the nozzle in the tank then watched as the dials increased and soon it reached my goal of ten dollars. It felt as if I’d only just put the nozzle in the tank and instantly it’d reached that mark.

“Please, don’t wake up,” I whispered as I bent down to look at Dwayne sleeping in the back.

He was only six months old, but he’d been in childcare from the day after he was born, due to no family support. It wasn’t easy being a single mom, and even harder being alone with no family.

I ran into the gas station, leaving him in the car with the window slightly open. I didn’t want to disturb him sleeping.

“Shit!” I screamed as I bumped into a guy as I opened the door. “Sorry, I didn’t look where I was going…”

“Hush, darling,” he snarled as he held on to me as if we knew each other.

His dark long hair and biker jacket and the way he leered said it all. He was part of an MC. I’d seen that look with Russ one too many times, and the stranger wasn’t just holding my hand. His hand was firmly on my butt.

I tried to pull away, and he didn’t release me, pulling me closer toward him. My eyes raced across the store, hoping that someone would pay attention to what was going on here, but it was as if this guy made everyone look the other way, which scared me even more.

What was I going to do?

2

LUCKY

Iwas pissed I hadn’t put enough juice in the Harley yesterday. I’d been on the road all day, and now, I needed to stop for gas. I was tired after doing so many rounds at the garage today, the only thing I craved was an ice-cold beer and a smoke at the club.

I pulled into the gas station with a fucking headache. It’d been a long day, and the last thing I needed was something else to do, but then I spotted a blonde by the door of the store wrestling to get away from Steel. I fucking hated him with a vengeance. He was just bad news. He gave all motorcycle clubs bad names. Then it dawned on me…

What the fuck was he doing here?

He was the head of the rival MC, Iron Reapers, and he was on our turf. Steel was the type who raped women in front of their husbands or anyone he wanted to hurt. He fed on the weakness of others. He had little respect for anyone. I tried to steer as far away as possible from him as possible. He was bad news. Usually, he kept to his turf, but today he crossed the line, part of me wondered why.

“Let go of her, Steel. You shouldn’t even be here!”

He pushed her to the ground, and I knew what he’d do next. So I rushed up to him and got the punch in before he had a chance to even give me one.

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