Chapter 6 Zero: Beggar: When things go South it hits hard
I look Falon over, her skin isn't glowing, it's green instead and we don't have a fucking cage to put her in. She's gonna have to hold it in a bit longer.
Storm sees my hesitation and notices the hooded girl.
His interest in her makes me want to barf. He hasn't smelt the bitch yet. I would smile if we had more time or if the circumstances were different.
“She can ride with you, Falon’s with me.”
He doesn't argue, he walks to his bike and the homeless girl follows.
I don't hear what she tells him or he tells her, but the smile playing on his lips when she says something almost makes me want to punch it off his face.
Fuck, What the hell is wrong with me?
Falon and I cross the street just as Jade, Wisp, Chadley, Den, Spade and Venus run up to us.
“I’m so sorry Fal,” Den says
My jaw tightens, “You not yet. But when I'm fuckin’ done with you, you would be motherfucker.”
Falon touches my arm, it's the first contact she's voluntarily given me since I found her hunched over.
“Please, Zero not now.”
My death glare trained on him makes my message clear, I'm dropping this now, but we far from fucking done, he messed up and big time.
Den had one task: - watch Falon.
Spade was looking after the other girls, more so Wisp and Chadley, who couldn't protect themselves.
Den should've paid more attention, did what he was fucking told to do.
We cross the road and the others do well to be quiet, especially ‘cause I know the girls are dying to ask what happened.
When Texas, Knight and Bull are in hearing shot, still on their bikes I order them,
“We shoot straight to Kanla, two stops. We need to get to church.” The lot nods. Knight’s face, grim, because he knows what that means.
Wisp glances across the road watching Storm. Curious I follow her lead.
What the fuck, Storm is slipping his helmet on the homeless girl’s head, not the spare one he keeps for Wisp.
Her hoody is down and it's darker where they're standing at the edge of the pavement.
Storm leans on his bike and the light to the club goes on.
My eyes glue to the vision that's all away across the road.
Her skin is so fucking pale and hair so dark.
I don't stop watching them until her helmet is fully on her head and her face now hidden behind the dark glass.
Slowly her hand lifts to rest on Storm’s shoulder. I feel something, but I'm not sure what the hell I’m feeling and I don't fucking like it.
The small huff from Wisp is noticed by all of us and pulls me from the fucking trance.
She's pissed off that he's giving his helmet up for the homeless girl, but Wisp doesn't know what she did for Falon. And we don't have time to talk and explain shit.
I grab Falon by the arm. She hasn't said a word to anyone. I move across the road just as the other brothers rev their bikes getting ready to hit the road.
By the time we’re getting on my bike, Storm has the homeless girl's arms wrapped around him, and his speeding off to take his place in the front next to Bull, our road captain.
“Hang in there Baby.”
“I’m fine, let’s just get out of here.” Falon’s abruptness doesn't sound good.
I know I should comfort her but we gotta move. We can't deal with this now.
If I show Falon a shred of comfort she's going to break. It's all over her face.
Once her arms are secured around my waist, my bike throttles and we’re gone.
It’s two minutes when I take my place at the back of the formation, at the back of my brothers.
Watching them, protecting them, guarding them. It's why I am the enforcer of The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club. I've always had this way of seeing when shit is about to happen.
We hit the freeway and I catch a glimpse of my VP with the girl on his back, and I just know things are about to get complicated.
Beggar
The wind is blowing through my hair, the guy whose name is Storm, is driving like this is his last ride, and I love it. I'm glad I didn't chicken out, and gladder that I'm going to have a hot bath and hot meal when we arrive at this Clubhouse, he told me about.
He said I'm one of them now. Storm said that I’ll never have to be hungry again. It’s crazy that I agreed, but his brown kind eyes told me he was certain, that he’ll take care of me and I believe him.
For the first time I believe someone besides my mother and It's stupid I know. But somehow, I feel lighter. I've never felt lighter, ever.
I didn't get to see Falon’s boyfriend nicely, but the guy is tall and imposing. I'm scared of him. When his gaze tracked me from across the road at Lazers I just wanted to wither under his scrutiny.
He probably thought I didn't notice but I did.
I watched him from the corner of my eyes as he stood across the road surrounded by his people.
He was staring at me, and it made me feel like he was a hunter and I, his prey.
Doesn't he know that prey never wants to get caught?
But Storm has a warmth that I choose to trust. I saw interest spark in his gaze, it wasn't sexual but more curiosity and then understanding, when I asked,
“Do I have to hold you and shit?”
I Inked that down to a good thing. He didn't mask his face, he didn't look down on me, but showed me that he understood. And I knew I'd be safe with him.
Truth is, I was hungry and cold, so fucking cold. After I saved the girl, and her boyfriend swiped the gun, something told me that I was going to have to go with these people, even if Falon hadn't insisted.
There was no way her boyfriend was leaving me. I was going willing or not. I had a choice to make, I could go willingly and get treated well or I could go by force, and they’ll spit on me and treat me like crap.
I chose the logical route, willingly, and I'm glad, especially since this guy named Storm is taking me on a ride of my life.
We stop at a gas station, about sixty miles away from Washington D.C. The bikes all park in one of the four gas lines. My arms are still snug around Storm’s waist, my legs shaky and itchy.
I can just imagine what people in cars must be thinking seeing all these big machines moving together. I wonder if it keeps them up at night?
The lights in the garage are bright, even with the helmet on.