by Kay, Colbie
I'm sitting at the bar in the clubhouse about to take my shot of Jack Daniels Single Barrel when my best friend/ VP Gunner comes and sits next to me. "We ride out in five, Hanger. I hope this shit gets settled tonight." We have been best friends our whole lives and he can pull in as much pussy as me. He's not as tall as I am but he's a good six foot, his hair is long on top and shaved off on the sides’ and is a blondish brown with a beard about the same color. The chicks dig his blue eyes. One look at 'em and he's got 'em crawling at his feet. He's solid muscle that comes with one helluva punch and he's my right hand man.
"Me too, Brother. I wanna find out what the fuck is going on and who is doin’ it." I take my shot of Single Barrel and head outside, to get on my one and only love. She is beautiful. She’s a 2010 FLSTN Softail Deluxe, with chrome ape hanger bars, she’s Candy Apple Red, with metallic black flames going up the sides of her gas tank. All my brothers are here ready to go, but the prospects will be staying behind to watch over the clubhouse. I get on start her up and head out. We jump on the highway heading into the city, we gotta meet up with the Cobras and see if they have any information for us.
We get there in thirty, Snake the President meets us at the gate of their compound, he looks up and has one of his prospects open it for us to head inside. We've never had problems with the Cobras before, but if shit doesn't get figured out we might start. When we park our bikes he leads the way into the clubhouse. I follow him to his office, leaving my guys in the bar; when we get there he shuts the door behind us and takes his seat behind the desk. I take a seat across from him and we get right down to business. I don’t have time to beat around the bush I got shit to do.
"Snake, you know my pushers aren't bringing in the money they should be. Someone is taking from me and I wanna know who the fuck it is."
"I haven't heard anything about it yet, but I have it narrowed down to either a new club in town, trying to take over, or it's the Italian mob. You still got Romeo working at Gremaldi's?"
"Yeah, I still got him in there and he'll stay there until he finds somethin’."
"Hanger, I figure whoever is messing with your shit is the same as the ones running guns on mine. They’re taking from me as well. We gotta work together to figure out who the fuck it is, but we gotta be smart about it and take them down."
"Alright, Snake. Let’s just keep each other informed, but I'm telling you now, you don't wanna fuck with me. If I find out that it's your guys, I’m coming after you and there won't be a Cobras M.C. left when I get done. I will destroy you. Yeah?"
"Yeah." I hope for his sake it's not his club doing this.
We shake, sit and talk about some other business. When everything is settled it's time for us to leave. We’re on the highway headed back and we’re not too far from our exit when I spot something on the side of the road. It doesn't look right to me. I give the signal for the guys to slow down and we all pull over onto the side of the road. I get off my bike, grab my flashlight out of my saddlebag, and walk slowly up to see what it is. Fuck, if it's not the worst thing I've ever seen. Growing up in the most notorious M.C. in Kansas I’ve seen a lot of fucked up shit. Kneeling down keeping the light on her. I check her pulse to make sure she's still alive. I look around, she doesn't have a purse or anything, so I can't find out who she is. I look back and yell, "Gunner, get over here right fuckin’ now."
"What's up, Prez?" I turn and look at him, that's when he sees her.
"Prez, what the fuck is that?" I look at him like he's a fuckin' idiot.
"Gunner, you’re not that fuckin’ stupid. You see what the fuck it is." He looks at me. "What are we gonna do with her?"
"You need to go get my truck. Don't forget the ramp, and ratchet straps so we can load up my bike. We are takin’ her with us and gonna have Doc check her out."
"Do you think that's a good idea, we don't even know who she is?"
"Don't question me, Gunner, just go get my fuckin' truck. Have the boys follow you, I'll wait here with her." They all leave and I just sit here and stare at this poor girl. She's so fucked up. I can't tell what she looks like. Her hair is covered, and matted with blood, but I can see some blonde.
I don't know how long I've been sitting here, but I look up and see my truck. So I stand up, with the girl in my arms and walk over to my truck. I lay her gently in the back seat. Then help Gunner load my bike. I have Gunner drive so I can sit in the back with her. We get back to the clubhouse and Gunner lets me know he made all the club whores leave. I thank him, then I get out, take her in my arms, and go inside.
I head straight for my room and shut my door with my foot, and I lay her on the bed. There's a soft knock on the door. "Who is it?" The door opens just wide enough for Doc to stick his head in, I tell him to come in. He is our clean cut brother, came from the Army. Clean shaved face, buzz cut, no tats you can see. He is just as tall as the rest of us and packed with muscle, his jaw is set hard and firm. When you look into his dark green eyes you can see something is haunting him rather it's from his days in the army or something else, I don't know. I won’t ask. It's not our way, if he wants to talk he can come to me, until then I'll let it be.
"Gunner, said you need me."
"Yeah, I'm gonna need you to look at her." I point to the girl lying in my bed and he says. "God damn, Hanger. What the hell happened to her?"
"I don’t know, Doc. We were on the highway and I spotted her on the side of the road. You think she’s gonna be alright?"
"Let me check her out real quick.” He checks her over. “Her vitals look good. Most of the cuts aren't very deep, except the two on her head. They are gonna need some stitching but other than that she should be alright. She needs to be cleaned up, and get some different clothes put on. She'll be in a lot of pain when she wakes up. I can give her some pain meds and a sedative, when she needs it." He pulls out the thread and needle from his little doctor bag I didn’t notice before, then starts stitching up her head.
"Thanks Doc. When you are done will you send Chatty in? She's the only one I'll trust cleaning her up." He leaves, then there's another knock on the door. Chatty walks in. She looks at the bed, then looks at me. She has a shocked look on her face but I can see the pain in her eyes. "Hanger, what happened to her? This poor girl. What do you need from me?"
"Chatty, I don't know what happened. I found her like this on the side of the road. I need you to clean her up and put some different clothes on her. I don't trust anybody else to do it. You gotta be gentle with her." She doesn't say anything as she walks into my bathroom and comes back with a large bowl of warm water, and a few washcloths. "I will use one of your shirts to put on her, and I'll be as gentle as I can."
"I'll be back when you’re done." I say as I'm walking out of my door.
I make my way to the bar and get a Stone Arrogant Bastard Ale from Bam Bam, when I hear the front door open and in walks Romeo. He comes over and sits next to me. I get him a Dogfish Head, and grab my baggie outta my pocket. I line two rails, roll up a bill. I do one and pass the bill to Romeo. He does his then I ask. "How was your shift at Gremaldi's? Did you find anything?"
"No, I didn't find shit, but I think they are starting to trust me. I've got someone there that I'm getting close to."
"Oh yeah? Who's that?"
"Her name is Giovanna, her uncle is Antonio, the owner of Gremaldi's. She's starting to notice things about her family that she doesn't like."
"Don't let pussy cloud your judgment, Romeo. Be careful when it comes to that girl."
"The pussy is good, but I know what my job is. I'll get it done, Hanger."
"Okay." We continue to sit there when he starts talking about the rest of his night.
"Most of the night was pretty slow, boring, until a couple came in the girl was really pretty, she had on a black dress, her boyfriend was a douche. He got aggressive with her. Fuck, Hanger. I wanted to destroy him. I can't stop wondering what happened after they left. I hope she was okay, he didn't even let her eat. I never unde
rstand why girls wanna be with dickheads like that." I turn and look at him.
"What the fuck did you just say?" He starts to repeat it, but I jump up out of my seat.
“I heard you. What did she look like?" He's giving me a curious look. I must seem like a fuckin’ crazy person right now.
“She had a black dress and shoes on, had blonde hair with pink streaks, she had it pulled into a ponytail, the girl was fucking beautiful, Hanger." For some reason his comment about her being beautiful pisses me off. I grab his arm and drag him to my room.
"Chatty, were coming in." I don't even wait for a reply. I bust in and look at Romeo “Is this her?" He looks at her and studies her clothes then looks at me and says "Fuck. Yeah that's her, Hanger. What the fuck did that asshole do to her? How the hell did you end up with her?"
"Apparently, he beat the fuck out of her, then left her on the side of the highway to die. Motherfucker. Did you get a name or anything so we can find this guy?"
"No. He paid with cash, no reservation. As soon as they got outside, I went to the window watched him put her in a silver Toyota Tundra."
"Chatty, come get me when you’re done." She just nods and keeps washing the girls face and hair. We head back to the bar where we take our seats. The front door opens again and in walks one of the whores.
"Shug, you know you ain't supposed to be here tonight. Tell me why the fuck you are here."
"I'm sorry, Hanger. I know, it's just Romeo called told me to be ready for him. So I thought it was okay for me to come back."
"Yeah, man. I'm sorry. I had no idea what was goin' on. I can send her on her way."
"No, its fine. Just stay the fuck away from my room." They head to his room while I continue sitting on the stool, drinking my beer, tryin' to figure out what the fuck happened to that girl, but I can't. It makes no god damn since to me.
About thirty minutes later Chatty walks back into the bar.
"I tried to get as much of the blood off of her as I could, but it's gonna take a long, hot shower to get the rest. That poor girl, it's gonna take some time for her to heal from whatever happened with her. I hope you find whoever did this and make them suffer."
"Oh, I will Chatty. Don't worry about that. Chatty, have you ever had anybody do something like that to you? I'm tryin' to figure out why it would of happened."
"Good. No, I haven't and I don't know. I think some guys are just assholes. They try and show who is boss by beatin' on woman. Try and have a goodnight, Hanger."
"I will. You too, Chatty."
I go back in my room and pull a chair next to the bed. I won't be leaving her alone. I grab my guitar, sit in the chair, and start singing while I play, Angel of Small Death & the Codeine Scene by Hozier.
She's been out since last night. Doc says that she will be fine, but I just don't know. I thought she would have woke up by now. There's something about this girl, I just can't figure out what it is. I feel the need to keep her safe and protected. I've never cared about a woman before. I like to fuck ’em and that's it. I get off and send ‘em on their way, half the time I don't even care if they get there's or not, as long as I get mine. All the whores around here know the deal. They can fuck me, suck me, or jerk me off. I don't give a goddamn, and I don't ever eat pussy. Fuck that shit they have all my brothers in there cunts, I'll get my dick wet, but I ain't puttin' my face in it. If they are lucky enough to get my cock in ‘em for the night, they are gonna be in for one hell of a ride, and I only fuck from behind that way I don't have to look at them. My main go to is Jasmine, she likes it rough. I can pound into her as hard as I want until the bitch is screaming my name.
I can admit that I'm a top grade asshole. I've lived a hard, fucked up life. For only being twenty five, I’ve done and seen some crazy, fucked up shit. I don't give a fuck about nobody but my club, my brothers and myself. I'm a fuckin' biker, and what do you think when someone says biker? We live loud, ride free, party hard and fuck even harder. All that shit is true. I'm the motherfucking President of my club, what I say goes. We have the wildest fuckin' parties, with the best fuckin' blow around, and we’ve got endless pussy, what more could you want? The Satan's Sinners, run all the blow around here, while the Cobras deal in the guns trade. We don't step on each other’s toes, that's why we've never had problems with them. We both like to gamble, and as long as no lines are crossed then the rest is all in fun. I’ve got storage units all over Wichita with our shit in them. Just in case cops ever come sniffin' around the compound, they won’t be able to find anything, except the guns we carry, and maybe a personal stash. Most of the cops, along with the owners of the storage units I have in my pocket, and I pay them good money to keep their fuckin' mouths shut.
I may be a bad man, in some circles. I do my fair share of fucked up shit, I live by my own laws, but I have never laid a hand on a woman and never will. That's one of the rules in this club, you give women respect, even the whores. Now when it comes to an ol' lady and a whore, you deal with it how you see fit. Under no circumstance do you let anybody disrespect your ol' lady. I look over at her laying beaten, and bruised in my bed. I don't understand why any man would want to hurt a woman that way. What the fuck could she have possibly done to piss him off that fuckin' bad? I make a promise to her that I will find whoever did this to her and I will make ‘em pay.
She starts to stir so I get up and open the door and yell. "Doc, get in here."
He comes in a few minutes later with his medical bag. "Is she waking up?"
"I think so, she was moving around a little bit. I don't want her to be uncomfortable. I think it might be best if you are in here when she wakes up." She's moving around more now and she starts mumbling shit. I can't understand her, so I go over to her and kneel down beside the bed, and take her hand. Once I take her hand it feels like electricity just shot through me. I try to ignore it and when I look at her she has calmed down some. I glance at Doc and he's giving me a curious look, I choose to ignore him too, I turn my attention back to her and ask. "Can you hear me?" She doesn't reply but I feel her squeeze my hand lightly and I feel an ache in my chest, I've never felt that before. What the fuck is this girl doing to me?
I am laying on something soft, it feels like sheets. Am I on a bed? I can hear people talking around me but I can't open my eyes. Why can't I open my eyes? I try thinking back, but there's so much pain, I hurt everywhere. Someone is holding my hand, it doesn't feel familiar. Why is someone holding my hand? I can tell by the feel that it is a man’s hand, he has calloused fingers kind of rough and soft at the same time. I can tell he works with his hands. He smells of oil, leather, and some kind of cologne. I feel tears leak from my eyes, and then there is a finger wiping them away from my cheek. I can tell he is trying to be careful. What the hell happened to me? Every time this man touches me I feel a jolt of electricity throughout my whole body. Then he asks if I can hear him. Oh god, he has a sexy voice. It’s all deep, rugged, and yet so soothing, but I can't answer. My throat is so dry and sore. So I squeeze his hand and try to relax. Then I start remembering all the punches, feeling the blood, and getting pushed out of the car. Andrew, that son of a bitch, did this to me. I start screaming "NO! No, Please! Stop! Please, don't hurt me anymore."
Then I hear that voice again, he's right next to my ear and he's trying to soothe me, telling me "Shh... Babe, it's okay. Your safe, ain't nobody here gonna hurt you. I promise." For some reason I believe him. He calms me down and I relax. I try to talk again, but it comes out scratchy and low.
"My throat is really dry. Can I have some water?"
"Yeah, here." He places his hand under the back of my head and lifts it, helping me. He then tells me to, "Take small sips." Then he places my head gently back down, on what I’m guessing is a pillow.
"Hey, Babe? Can you tell me who did this to you?"
"It was my boyfriend well ex now, but his name is Andrew Conners."
"Okay, I got Doc here with us. He's gonna give you some pain medication, is that alright?" I
just nod my head. He helps me lift my head again enough to get two pills in my mouth, and swallow a drink of water then he lays my head back down.
"Where am I?" The man tells me not to worry about that right now. That we will talk when I can open my eyes. He just wants me to rest, but reassures me that I'm safe and nobody will hurt me. The pills kick in a little while later and I go back to sleep.
Every time I wake up that man is with me, he will get Doc and I get more pain medication then fall back to sleep.
I'm leaving my room and I see Jasmine in the hallway. I don't feel like dealin' with her ass right now, but I need a fuckin’ drink. "Hey, Hanger."
"What do you want?" She walks up to me and starts running her hand up and down my chest. Normally this would be the start to a wild night but right now it disgusts me. There’s something about the girl laying in my bed that makes this feel wrong.
"I thought we could go somewhere. You could fuck me, the way we both like. You’re the only one who gives it to me right."
"We're not going anywhere, Jasmine. In fact, I'm done fuckin' around with you. I know you think that one day I'm gonna make you my ol' lady but that shit ain’t gonna happen. So it would be better for you to go get one of the other brothers." I grab her hand roughly and move it off of me. Then make my way to the bar and sit on one of the stools. I don't know how I ever thought that was attractive.
