Tommy: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Romance

by Wallace, R. S.

  My mom sighed, and then a concerned look crossed her face.

  “When will you be back?” she asked.

  I shrugged my shoulders.

  “I don’t really know,” I responded. “I guess in a few weeks. I’ll call you, Mom, I promise. Please don’t worry about me.”

  A smile finally crossed her lips.

  “Okay, well just please be careful, honey,” she said. “I love you.”

  I smiled in return.

  “Love you too, Mom,” I said.

  Then I stepped out of the door and into my car. The adventure of a lifetime was about to begin.

  Chapter 4

  The drive to my sister’s house took about a day and a half, mostly because I stopped and walked around any small town that I came across. It was the first time that I had ever really done any exploring on my own and I couldn’t get enough of it.

  When I finally pulled into her neighborhood, I was amazed at how large the houses were. She lived in a small town about 40 miles south of Las Angeles and the whole area was so much different than where we came from.

  My heart started beating through my chest with excitement as I looked down at my GPS.

  “I’m two blocks away,” I said, as a turned down the street that she lived on. “She’s going to be so excited to see me.”

  I glanced in the rear view mirror to check out my hair and make sure that I looked okay. I hadn’t seen Janette, or her husband, in over two years and I didn’t want to make a bad impression.

  When I pulled up to the house, my jaw hit the floor. They lived in what I considered to be a mansion.

  Janette never told me that they had this kind of money.

  I parked my rickety old car in front of their house and hopped out, leaving my suitcases in the trunk. I double-checked the address to make sure that I was in the right place and then I began making my way up the long, concrete walk toward their house.

  As soon as I got to her front steps, a burst of excitement shot through me. Without any hesitation, I rang the doorbell. Almost immediately, I heard movement inside and then within a second, the door flung open.

  “Oh. My. God,” Janette said, as soon as she saw me.

  Her jaw hit the floor, right before she let out an excited squeal and pulled me in for a hug.

  “Chelsea!” she cried. “What are you doing here?”

  I held her tightly, not wanting to let her go.

  “I’ve had a bad last few days and I needed to get the hell out of Utah for a while,” I said. “So, I decided to come spend some time with my big sis. Sorry I didn’t call, but I wanted to surprise you.”

  She pulled away from our hug.

  “You don’t have to be sorry,” she said. “This is the best surprise in the world! I can’t wait to call and tell Michael that you’re here.”

  “Michael isn’t here?” I asked. “I thought he worked from home most of the time.”

  Janette put an arm around me and ushered me inside of her huge house.

  “Yeah, he usually is,” she said. “But he had a meeting in the city today. He’s been doing a bit more traveling lately. He’ll be home later tonight, though.”

  Awesome! I get to spend some one-on-one time with my sis!

  “Come on,” she said, squeezing me tightly with one arm. “Let’s go make a drink and get caught up. It’s been way too long, sister.”

  We stepped into the kitchen, where she began mixing drinks.

  “So, what happened?” she asked. “What did you mean when you said you’ve had a rough week?”

  I sighed. I didn’t really want to talk about it, but I knew that she was going to pry me until I gave her an answer.

  “It’s Justin,” I said. “He now has a major role in the church and he said that he didn’t want us to live together for fear of what people may think...because we aren’t married and all. So, he packed up my things and made me leave. He still says that we’re together, though, he just thinks we can’t live under the same roof right now.”

  Janette shook her head in disbelief.

  “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” she said. “That’s absolutely insane.”

  I shrugged my shoulders.

  “It is what it is,” I said. “But let’s have those drinks. I don’t really want to think about all of that stuff right now.”

  Janette agreed and continued making the cocktails. I knew that she wanted to talk more about Justin and I’s situation, but luckily she respected my decision to avoid the topic.

  “Well, I’m sorry that you won’t get to see Michael tonight. But he’ll be here in the morning when you wake up,” Janette said. “You are saying with us, right?”

  I honestly hadn’t even thought about it until that point, but since I only had 5 blank checks in my pocket and no other money to speak of, I realized that it was probably the best choice.

  “If that’s okay...” I said. “I can get a hotel or something tomorrow if you want me to.”

  Janette shook her head.

  “Nonsense. You’re staying with us. There’s no need to waste your money on a hotel. Plus, we have several guest rooms in our house,” she said.

  I took a sip from my cocktail. Immediately, the flavor of vodka covered my tongue.

  “Speaking of your house,” I said, as I set the glass down on the counter. “I had no idea you guys lived in such a nice place. I’ve never been in a home like this.”

  Janette smiled and responded, “Well, Michael makes a lot of money. I haven’t had any of the family out here, because I know it would just make them feel bad about their own financial situations...that’s part of why we never invited you, Mom or Dad to come visit...”

  As she spoke, she looked sad. It was almost like she felt ashamed about the money Michael and her enjoyed.

  “I think Mom and Dad would be happy for you,” I said, trying to cheer her up. “They would want to know you have a great life out here.”

  Then I held up my glass.

  “Cheers,” I said. “To my amazing sister.”

  We clinked our glasses together and took another sip.

  Chapter 5

  Later on that evening, after 3 cocktails and a lot of girl-talk and laughs, Janette went to bed, leaving me with free rein in the large house. Michael still wasn’t home and I found myself aimlessly walking around the hallways, trying to keep myself busy.

  The excitement of being in a new place, combined with my ever-present thoughts of Justin back home, made it so that I was wide awake and I knew that sleep wouldn’t be an option for me any time soon.

  With nothing to do, I laid in my bed in the guest room and started scrolling through the contact list in my phone. I scrolled over Justin’s name at least a dozen times, but never clicked on it. I’m sure that he was wondering where I was at that point, but I just didn’t feel quite ready to talk to him. He needed to see what it was like not having me around.

  I let out a long sigh and then put my hands behind my head. Suddenly, a thought flashed in my mind.

  I should go out. Maybe do some exploring.

  There’s no way my sister would have approved of me driving around the city by myself, so I decided not to wake her to tell her that I was leaving. Besides, my plan was to only go out for a half an hour or so. Just drive around and maybe stop somewhere nice and get a drink.

  This’ll be fun!

  I hopped off of the bed and began digging through my suitcase for something to wear. I didn’t know for sure if I would even stop any place, but just in case I did, I wanted to look my best. I wasn’t single and I wasn’t looking to pick up a man, but I never liked going out looking like a total scrub.

  All of my clothes were still packed haphazardly in the suitcase, from when Justin had thrown them in. Most everything was wrinkled and pretty much un-wearable.

  “Damn,” I said, as I continued digging deeper, throwing clothes all around the room.

  There was nothing in that suitcase that I thought would work, so I immediately opened
my other suitcase, hoping that I would be able to find something. To my pleasant surprise, my favorite black dress was packed on top.

  I grabbed it and held it up in the air, making sure it wasn’t wrinkled. It looked great and immediately a smile crossed my face.

  I’ve never had a reason to wear this before.

  I stripped off my jeans and shirt and then slipped on the dress. The soft material slid over my smooth skin with ease and I stepped in front of the mirror that was hung on the back of the door to check myself out.

  “Wow,” I said, admiring it.

  Justin had given the dress to me as an anniversary gift two years prior, but I had never had an occasion to wear it.

  When I turned to the side, I noticed that it fell just below my butt. It was much shorter than something I would normally wear, but I didn’t mind. It’s not like anybody in California knew who I was and would judge me for it.

  I turned back to face the mirror and then adjusted the dress over my boobs. The material was thick enough so that I didn’t need to wear a bra to cover my perky nipples.

  “Just one more thing,” I said, as I reached into my purse.

  I pulled out my red lipstick and leaned in close to the mirror, applying it to my voluptuous lips. Then I gave myself a smile and a flirtatious wink. I felt so dressed up and confident. It was a nice change compared to how I had felt the previous couple of days.

  This is going to be so much fun!

  After a quick spray of perfume on my chest, I grabbed my purse and then headed out the front door. As quietly as I could, I closed the door behind me and tiptoed down the walkway toward my car. It felt like I was sneaking out of my parent’s house, which was funny, because I was a grown woman. I just didn’t want to wake my sister and have to argue with her about how dangerous it was driving around an unfamiliar town by myself.

  I hopped in the car and turned the ignition. Then I slowly pulled away from the house and out of the neighborhood.

  “Okay...” I said. “Where should I go?”

  When I got to the highway, I had two choices. I could drive north, toward Las Angeles, or I could go south and find some local area where maybe I could get a drink and dance for a while.

  Being that I didn’t want to be out all night and I figured that Janette would probably want to show me around Las Angeles some time during my stay, I decided to go south and find a local place to get a quick drink.

  I had no idea how that one simple decision was going to change my life forever.

  Chapter 6

  With my sister’s neighborhood miles behind me, I finally decided to try an exit off of the highway. The area nearby had some lights coming from the buildings and I figured that there had to be a bar or a club or something where I could get a drink and maybe meet some locals.

  As I turned off of the highway and onto the main street, I realized that I had pulled into a tiny little town all its own. There were buildings on either side of the street, but nothing taller than two stories. The area looked a little bit run down and unmaintained, but I didn’t let that scare me. I was a small-town girl and I was used to places that looked a little bit unkempt.

  As I drove, I looked around to try to find a sign or something that would tell me the name of the town that I was in. I didn’t see one, though, and I had to assume that maybe it wasn’t even really considered an official city. For all I knew, it was just a little group of buildings that resembled some sort of tiny downtown area.

  Either way, it felt like a place that should have a bar. So I kept my eyes peeled as I drove down the quiet street. Most of the businesses were closed, since it was late at night, but as I made my way toward the end of the block, I saw lights coming from one of the buildings on the corner.

  I rolled my windows down and immediately I could hear music coming. My eyes lit up with excitement and a smile crossed my face.

  “Sounds like something is going on in there,” I said.

  As I got closer, I noticed the neon lights on the outside of the building.

  The Rooster...

  “Hmm, that’s an interesting name for a bar,” I said. “Sounds like it could be fun.”

  The parking at the front of the building was full, so I drove around back. My jaw dropped when I turned the corner. The entire parking lot in the back of the building was filled with motorcycles, lined up perfectly next to each other, and taking up every bit of concrete available.

  “Wow...” I said. “What’s going on here?”

  I hadn’t seen that many bikes in my entire life and as I continued driving, I noticed that there were even more parked along the street behind the building.

  Should I just go home?

  Right when I thought about turning around and heading back to my sister’s, I noticed a parking spot along the street between two different groups of motorcycles.

  “That’s got to be a sign,” I said, as I pulled into the parking spot.

  Once parked, I looked into the rearview mirror and made sure that my hair and makeup looked good. Then I took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies that were in my stomach. It was the first time I had ever gone out on my own and I began to feel surprisingly nervous.

  “I’ll just get one drink,” I said to myself. “I mean, I drove all the way out here. It would be stupid to not just go inside and check it out.”

  After giving myself the little pep talk, I grabbed my purse and stepped out of the car. I started walking toward the building and I was amazed at how loud the music was that was coming from inside.

  I felt my heart begin to beat through my chest as I approached the front door. After taking a long breath, I grabbed the handle and pulled the door open. Immediately, a wall of sound coming from the band in the corner hit my eardrums. It gave me a burst of energy as I stepped inside.

  Oh, my gosh. This place is crazy.

  The entire building was packed with people, most of them wearing just jeans and t-shirts. I immediately felt overdressed compared to most everybody there.

  I took a few seconds to look around and soak it all in. There was a four-piece band in the corner, playing a country song that sounded somewhat familiar. It was a catchy tune and immediately, I found myself tapping my foot to it. In front of the band was a small dance floor, where a few couples were dancing with each other. Along one wall was a long bar, that was packed with people ordering drinks.

  A feeling of relief swept over me.

  This place isn’t so scary.

  That thought was interrupted, though, when I noticed a huge group of biker-looking men standing at the opposite end of the bar. There must have been at least thirty of them, all dressed in black vests that were covered in badges.

  Whoa...who are they?

  They all looked tough, with their huge muscles bulging out from underneath their vests. They weren’t your typical bikers, though, with the giant beer guts and un-trimmed beards. They looked dangerous and powerful, not lazy.

  A feeling of anxiety shot through me and for a second, I even considered leaving again. Something about the bikers gave me a strange feeling. It didn’t seem like they were there to have fun, like the rest of the people there.

  Don’t be a chicken, Chelsea. Just have some fun like everyone else. Those men are probably harmless. Plus, you’re a grown woman. I think you can handle yourself.

  I decided to go grab a quick drink to calm my nerves. I figured that a little bit of liquid courage couldn’t hurt anything. I made my way through the crowd and stepped up to the bar, trying to squeeze my way in. Luckily, the bartender noticed me immediately.

  He smiled when he saw me and I watched as he gave me a quick once over, looking at my breasts that were pouring out of my dress.

  “What’ll it be?” he asked.

  I shouted over the music, “Can I have a vodka tonic, please?”

  He nodded and then began pouring me the drink. I turned my back to the bar for a second and looked around again. The dance floor in the corner looked like a lot of fun
and I immediately felt the urge to go dance.

  “Here’s your drink, lady,” the bartender said.

  I turned around and handed him some cash. Then I grabbed the drink and started making my way to the opposite side of the room, where the band and dance floor were.

  As soon as I got there, I noticed several people look over at me. I smiled awkwardly and luckily, they smiled back. I took a sip from my drink and then started to feel the music.

  It seemed like they were only playing country, but I didn’t mind. It was a country bar filled with country people. It would have been weird if they had been playing anything else.

  I started tapping my foot to the music and then pretty soon, I was swinging my hips. It wasn’t long before I felt a hand on my shoulder.

  “Can I have this dance?” a voice said, from behind me.

  I turned around to see an awkward-looking man, who was a bit shorter than myself. He was wearing glasses and a blue flannel shirt. He reminded me a little bit of Justin, if Justin were shorter.

  “Um, sure,” I said.

  He held out his hand and I took it. We started dancing to the music and he swung me around playfully. I couldn’t help but to chuckle. Even though I wasn’t attracted to him in the least, it still felt nice to be flirted with.

  As we danced, I glanced over to the corner of the building where the bikers were still hanging out. There was something about their presence that continued to draw my attention to them.

  I decided to ask the guy that I was dancing with if he knew anything about them.

  “Hey, do you know those guys?” I asked, shouting over the music.

  Then I nodded in the direction of the men. His face went from a look of joy to a look of concern, as soon as the words escaped my lips.

  “Yeah, everybody knows them,” he said. “They call themselves The Siblings Of Freedom. They have divisions all over the country, but this particular division in California is known to be especially dangerous. Everybody is afraid of them...even some of the cops.”