FOUND: A Motorcycle Club Romance Novel

by Korin, Scarlet

  What a lie. He might be able to trick all those associates who he thinks are friends, though I can see the truth. When I don't fit his idea of what his woman should act like, his cool veneer cracks revealing the unstable man underneath.

  “...Now get a fucking smile on that face. We meeting people who are going to give me, no us, a lot of green. I don't want you looking like a piece of shit on my arm when we arrive. Smile, bitch!”

  I gave him my best, forced, smile. The kind of fake grin that's a little too stretched and teethy. By now I had practiced it more than times than I could count.

  “That's better! Good to see that you can finally learn.” His eyes went back onto the road and he took another drag. The ash fell down the leg of the expensive suit he wore.

  Where he was taking us must have been way out of the town limits because we quickly left the center and turned out into country. Less than half a mile up the isolated road, the thumping beat of aggressive music began blaring out. Then, out of the darkness, a building came into view. Lit only with a couple of spotlights outside it was the last place you would expect to ever go to for a meet. Hell, it was a lot different from the manager's offices in nightclub where he usually cut deals.

  “What is this place? It looks like a warehouse.”

  He stretched out his cigarette. “Look over there.”

  My eyes followed his hand and a parking lot full of motorbikes came into view. From a distance you couldn't have seen them, but as we drew nearer the faint glow of the moon and the spotlights reflected off the metalwork. There were over fifty in total, though it didn't look like anyone was around. Or at least outside of the warehouse. We came up to a huge metal gate that was open enough for a car to get through.

  “You're working with the local club? I remember them from when I was a kid.”

  “Yeah. The sinners. That's who I'm dealing with.”

  “I always thought you told me you hated bikers?”

  “I do, but the word I've got from my boy is that they have a proposition that's too good to miss.” He rapidly cut right and sped into a parking spot before slamming down the handbrake. “One easy deal, and they're paying a fucking lot by all accounts.”

  The moment we parked up two men stepped out of a side door leading into the building. One was a huge heavy-set bear of a man who was bearded and dressed from head to toe in black. Other other was shorter, but his bald head and leanness suggested he was just as tough. Both certainly would have driven up here on the Harleys parked across from us and neither were the kind of guys you would want to meet down a dark alley late at night.

  As they walked towards the car the one-story concrete building was heaving with life inside. Music, shouting and smoke threatened to burst out of blackened windows and the huge reinforced main door. It might be late on a Wednesday, but the party-atmosphere told me something big was happening in there tonight. It seemed strange that there could be so much life out miles from anywhere. Though I guess outlaws don't play by the usual rules.

  “Here we go, here we go. That's who I've been told 'bout.” Jerome flashed the headlights. “That's the VP right there.”

  “Which one?”

  “The bald one.”

  The smaller of the two – though both were huge slabs of men – took off his aviators and waived us forward. The old scar down the side of his face suggested he had led some life.

  “Out,” Jerome ordered. As I excited I glanced down and saw him reach for his Desert Eagle in the glove box and slip it into his jacket. He took it everywhere. Its polished steel as flashy as his exterior.

  “Now, now, now... That's one fine looking woman,” the large one catcalled towards me the second my heels hit the concrete. “You here for the fun tonight?”

  I couldn't remember the last time someone called me fine and I fought back an appreciative smile. While Jerome hadn't given me a compliment in years, if he'd seen me react he'd have smacked me silly the moment we were alone.

  “She's with me,” Jerome barked as he placed an arm round me. There was no tenderness in his voice. It was only a show of dominance.

  “Shame,” the bigger one continued with eyes still transfixed on me. “That's one precious flower. You got there.” He gratuitously took in my body from my heels up to the knee-length dress I was wearing. We all hear rumors about how bikers act with women and, coupled with the leather jacket I wore around my shoulders, I was relieved I didn't come here looking slutty.

  “Hold it in Tiny,” the other biker, looking coarser with lines etched into his face up close, commented. “We're here for business. You can get your cock sucked later.”

  “I understand, I understand. A man can deal and think with his dick at the same time, can't he?”

  They were like a double act. That's for sure.

  The rougher one ignored big-boy's comment and turned to us seriously. “You Young?”

  Next to me, Jerome nodded. That was his last name, but it was rare to hear someone call him by it. “I take it you the VP?”

  He returned the nod before placing his shades back on. “Then welcome to our club house. Our president's been expecting you.”

  Jerome stepped forward, leaving me to trail behind. All together everyone turned and walked towards the closed main door. My black heels clattered against the bare concrete as I hurried to catch up.

  “You gonna like this girl,” Tiny called back to me. “We know how to have fun round here.”

  Almost on cue, the instant he finished talking a biker collapsed through the doors before us with an almighty thud. Hard rock music blared from the door. The young outlaw stumbled, eyes bloodshot and hazy with drunkenness, until his legs gave out and he slammed face first on the concrete. His bottle of beer crashed to the floor and rolled out in front of me. He was scary drunk and if I had to bet on it certainly wouldn't be getting up again tonight.

  “Goddamn! Our first casualty of the night!” The behemoth shouted before the boom of his laughter drowned out the music. “Trust that motherfucker to drink himself silly this early!” With a heavy boot Tiny kicked the guy in his shoulder. “You've got a five minute time out before I'm coming out with the dogs. You hear me?”

  An incoherent groan escaped from the guy's lips.

  “Leave him to sleep it off,” the bald one said while stepping over the fallen man. “He looks like he needs it”

  Jerome didn't look at all impressed. Ignoring the drunk, we all stepped over him and headed inside. Above the entrance door I caught the glimpse of a symbol. An image of the club insignia: a skull and crossbones with Midnight Sinners etched heavy in script underneath it.

  Midnight Sinners... the motorcycle club of the town I grew up in.

  ~ Chapter Three ~

  “Fuck!” I swore under my breath astonished at the sights meeting my eyes. Though I needn't have bothered. With the noise blasting through the sound system there was no chance anyone heard me cursing.

  I've been to wild and crazy parties before, but what faced me in there was unlike anything I'd experienced. Throughout the vastness of the place, from the well-stocked bar covering one portion of the room we entered to the pool tables that went on forever, bikers were everywhere. Drinking, smoking, partying, arguing, half fighting. Each covered in leather or denim from head to toe and every one looking meaner than the last. I always thought of gangs like this being a thing of the past, though what I saw in vivid color instantly convinced me how mistaken I was.

  “Like what you see sweetness?” Tiny eased up close to my, with a hand pressed around my waist, and shouted in my ear over the music. “I told you we know how to have fun.”

  They certainly did. Though it was good Jerome was occupied with the VP. He would have caused a scene if he saw Tiny trying to get friendly with me.

  “What's your name, honey?”

  I felt his fingertips tickling my waist and my eyes went straight for Jerome. “I'm Cassie.”

  “Sweet... precious name.” He moved in closer and replied, “I'm Tiny.
.. Though I promise you it's only a nickname. I'm as big as I look.”

  My eyes widened. “You tell that to all the women?”

  “All of them,” he spoke his words without letting his gaze leave me. “Some of them are even in here...”

  He was coming on strong, though he had a friendliness that you wouldn't have pegged for a guy like that. He had a character that was simply likable. He might have been a giant of a man, but his beer belly and big bushy beard made me smile.

  “...a lot of them are in here.”

  I laughed, and had to admit the frankness of his reply was funny. My eyes scanned round the room in a futile attempt to take in the entirety. Then, through the thick smoke-filled air and darkness, I saw them hidden here and there among big groups of men. The women. All trashy to half-naked and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. In the midst of all this leather, denim and chaos they were draped over arms, knees and tables. I pointed towards a group of strippers-on-steroids doing shots with at least ten eager guys encouraging them on. “Any of them?”

  “Baby,” he paused. “...All of them!”

  Suddenly, as we made our way through the crowd, a group of guys cheering to my left caught my notice. Ten of them stood around a seated young guy, his face swollen so black and blue that he looked like he had just gone ten rounds with the heavyweight champ. But his slumping, half-conscious body wasn't the strangest thing. In front of him knelt a leggy brunette blowing him to kingdom cum! Her face lit up with a huge smile while she drove herself down onto his dick with wanton abandon engulfing every inch of his tool. The young guy seemed too out of it – maybe from the marks, though from the way it smelled in here maybe drugs too – to fully understand what was going on. Still, it didn't stop her or the excitement it drove the audience too. Each sloppy suck sent the nearby crowd wild.

  The shaven headed one attracted Jerome's attention with a point of his finger. He warned with the type of booming voice that carried over anything, “You better watch your woman. On a night like this some of the guys in here'll stake a claim.”

  “It's cool, it's cool.” Jerome waived his hand dismissively without looking back at me. Past that I couldn't hear what they discussed, but their serious expressions indicated business. They separated, Jerome going for the bar with the other heading into the crowd, and I was left with the big guy.

  “Enjoying the show?” He said to me with a big salacious smile. “Kid's getting the royal treatment tonight.”

  I could feel my cheeks blushing red. It's not often you get a front row seat at a live sex show. “Why is she blowing him in here?”

  “What's that?” He shouted.

  I repeated myself.

  “No good, I can't hear you. Come closer.”

  I moved in and felt his hand reach down the base of my spine. “I said---”

  He started before I needed to repeat myself. “New prospect. She's welcoming him to the club the way she does best. The full works. That's how we introduce someone to the club.”

  “With a blowjob?”

  His grin grew bigger. “You're too innocent. I like it.”

  While his eyes lingered over me every chance they got, he was easygoing and sociable. At what must have been three hundred pounds of muscle and belly, Tiny wasn't the most fitting of names. Next to him my little five-four frame was, well, actually tiny.

  “That's some welcome. What's with the bruises? She done that too?”

  He leaned in. His resonating laugh tickled my ear. “Come on. Let's get you a drink.”

  Of course, he didn't lead me to the bar, where Jerome stood. Tiny cut us through the crowd and towards the show. With a huge swipe of his paw, he grabbed a bottle from a nearby table and presented me with the beer. He ran his hand up my side and asked, “Need a hand?”

  “No! I can do it myself,” I shouted over the chaos before twisting the bottle cap off with my teeth. That's one of my party tricks.

  “Damn sugar!” Shouted a woman's voice to my right. A busty blonde dressed from head to toe in red paraded through the crowd and stood next to us. She spoke with a strong Southern accent while fighting back her laughter, “I ain't seen you rejected like that in a long time Tiny!”

  Tiny tried to shake off the embarrassment on his face. “You're always killing my game Blanche. Stop cutting in.”

  A cigarette dangled from her painted fingernails and she put her hand out for mine. “Nice to meet you darling, I'm Blanche.”

  “Cassie,” I replied thankful to meet another woman not being used as a sexy toy in this masculine environment.

  And she was some woman. On her six inch heels she towered over most of the men in here with a confidence that also had most of them beat. I would have thought a big busty blond like that would be eaten alive by the kind of men in here, though nothing about this environment fazed her. She appeared as at home as anyone.

  “What brings you here? This isn't a place for a Little Bo Peep like you to be walking alone in.” Her phrasing may have been patronizing, though the warmth in her voice certainly wasn't. I got the impression she genuinely cared.

  “Business.” Out of nowhere the bald biker from earlier appeared and responded for me. “You seen the president? He's not out back.”

  Not put off by his sharp manner, she placed an arm around him and pulled him in close. “Can't you have one night off, Anton? We're supposed to be celebrating the kid's special night. He got through alright.”

  Yet her affection did nothing to change his steely expression. “Not when there's money to be made. Seen him or not, B?”

  “Last I saw him he was heading out back, baby.” She kissed him on the cheek where his big scar was, though with the aviators he wore it was hard to tell what he thought of it.

  “Come on, Tiny. We're finding him.”

  “Sorry babe... Gotta go.” Tiny cut through the crowd with his vice president.

  Blanche's gaze followed her man out of sight with affection. She clearly loved him. A blind man could have told you that. Though it was hard to believe they were a couple. Next to her clearly vivacious personality, Anton, more pit bull than man, was as hard as stone. I guess opposites do attract.

  “Your man?” I asked to start conversation.

  “Yeah. I'm his old lady. Couldn't you tell?”

  “Old lady?” I asked quizzically. She certainly didn't look old. She couldn't be more than thirty and was probably younger.

  “Sugar you are innocent, aren't you? I take it you're new to our life... That means I'm his woman and no man would dare to take a single piece of my pie. But not all girls have that. If you're in here without a man a girl's likely to be in for quite a night.”

  Suddenly, shouts from around the live sexy show drew our notice.

  “Cum, cum, cum!” The bikers encircling the girl sucking off the prospect chanted in unison.

  “Milk that dick!” Screamed a particularly raucous one. “Drain them balls!”

  Evidently the show was about to reach its climax. Literally in more ways that one. Of course, the guy was too bruised to give any indication of how much he enjoyed the slobbering. Still, it continued. Now with both hands on his thighs she worked her grip up and down in a daze while her mouth swallowed his tip. Within seconds the scene reached its crescendo and the bikers made sure to show their approval by smacking the young guy on his shoulder. For the first time since I clocked eyes on the scene the guy with his pants down began stirring. It was impossible to read pleasure or pain on his busted face.

  “Don't worry Cass, I'll keep an eye on you,” Blanche reassured.

  Though, as the girl who had been sucking dick stepped past us wiping her wet mouth, I wasn't so sure.

  “Got a man in the clubhouse?” She asked.

  I brought her attention to Jerome who was standing by the bar drinking and watching the events near us unfolding. “My guy's over there. Do I have anything to be afraid of?”

  Her eyes opened wide. “You don't know bikers, do you?”

 
; I guess I didn't. My only experience with this club was the biker who lived across from me as a kid. Though that was so long ago.

  With a cheer the celebrating outlaws lifted the kid up, his pants and underwear still hanging from his ankles, and paraded him in the air past the both of us.

  “What do they have in store for him next?” I asked.

  “Too terrible for your little ears, darling.” She took a sip of her blue cocktail. “But what any man who wants to be a full patched member of the club has to do.”

  Before I could formulate any reply, my eyes caught what looked like a white glow moving in between the darkness behind her. Though quickly my eyes adjusted and I realized it was skin. White, pale skin. The person's paleness was in such contrast to the coarse sunburned faces, leather and blackness of the clubhouse. Like someone who existed in another world he came into view, his medium length blonde hair framing defined features and handsome features. He stopped next to us. Standing tall, athletic and confident he towered over the pair of us. His blue eyes locked onto me.

  “Anton and Tiny are looking for you. They went out back. I think your business is here,” Blanche shouted over the music to him.

  “Cassie?” he spoke, ignoring her words and stepping towards me. “Long time.”

  I tried to focus on him. With the excitement of the party combined with me not wearing my contacts, let alone my glasses, it was hard to make him out. Then, like a lighting bolt, my mind pieced the shapes of his face together. Or, should I say, my memory did. He was older than when I last saw him, but his face was one I could never forget. “Boyd?”

  “Yeah.” He tapped me on the shoulder.

  “Is it really you?”

  He took a swig beer.

  “You two know each other?” Blanche asked surprised. “You know... Boyd?”

  My gaze didn't leave him, “Yeah...”

  Those eyes of his were the same as the kid I knew. I instantly felt like a little girl all over again.

  ~ Chapter Four ~

  “Yeah... Us two grew up together,” Boyd's eyes left mine for the first time since he came into view. “Just down the road. This one here's local. You could say we were---”