Chapter 7 – Magnum
Chapter Seven
Magnum
I’m surprised how quickly the situation with Oske resolves itself. I can’t accept that I’m not receiving new instructions from Wyatt sending me somewhere fucked up like Boston or Calgary.
Oske has Damara’s cell phone, but she’s nowhere near the reservation or the club house.
She left early so she would have time to head out to her place in Missouri.
She found Damara’s cell phone and had it tucked under the bar, planning to give it back when she saw Damara again.
Unfortunately, she had to leave before ever seeing her.
I grab the phone from Chitto to hear the most important information from Oske directly. He barely reacts to me snatching the cell phone, and returns inside to retrieve something to smoke.
“Did you see anyone approach us?”
Oske answers disdainfully. “Who would have approached you when you were embarrassing yourself like that?”
“What are you talking about?” I answer proudly.
“You looked like a sick puppy. Damara could have had you eating her buttcheeks right there at the bar.”
Oske deserves a smack to the face for the way she talks to people. She’s lucky that she has Wyatt Shaw’s protection, and possibly Deacon Hollingsworth’s protection, depending on how many of his secrets she holds.
“If you don’t have any helpful information, point me to someone in the club who does. And call Wyatt the second we’re done here.”
“What’s your problem, Magnum? You’re normally one of the more polite assholes.”
“Rough hangover.”
“You drank a lot. So did Damara.”
“Great. Did you pour all the drinks?”
What happened to us is way more intense than anything that could happen from drinking a few too many drinks. This is something more sinister than a couple pints too many.
“No,” Oske says. “I had to leave to handle this bullshit. I left Quin Hollingsworth to work at the bar.”
“I don’t remember seeing her.”
“You were probably trying to convince Damara to run away with you.”
“I’ll talk to Tanner.”
“The club house has cameras in a couple of the rooms,” she says. “Owen and Vickie had the security system installed – one of those fancy Vegas casino systems.”
“What did you learn?” Damara asks immediately after I’ve hung up.
“That we might as well go back to Santa Fe.”
“Is that what we learned? Didn’t you get a name? Someone we could shake down?”
“What’s the point?” I growl at her. “It wouldn’t change anything. We got together. It happened. I have personal business to attend to.”
“Well I care that someone drugged me last night.”
“Whoa!” Chitto says. “This is getting intense, man.”
“Let’s go, Damara.”
“Magnum, I am not leaving until I get some answers about what happened to me. Otherwise… I’m going to shoot that man,” she says, pointing directly at Chitto.
“Hey!” Chitto yelps, throwing his hands in the air before stumbling back into the trailer and closing the door behind him.
“That was completely uncalled for,” I chastise Damara, as if she gives a fuck about that type of thing.
“I’m taking you back to Santa Fe for your own good.
If you must be involved in my investigation, I’ll send a text message to Owen and Vickie to review the club house footage, and I’ll send a text message to Tanner asking what his wife saw.
I’m not letting you roam the goddamn country with my seed inside you. ”
“I didn’t consent to this.”
She folds her arms over her chest, only drawing attention to her breasts. My cock jerks unwillingly in my pants. The last thing I need right now is Damara contributing to my arousal. Her unwillingness to obey my commands without question already gets under my skin.
“Consent to getting your ass back on the bike.”
“What if I refuse?”
“Whoever drugged you might be hunting for you. Ever thought of that?”
“If a club member wants to hunt me down, they can take it up with Tamiya and Gideon Blackwood.”
“Do you seriously think they have the time to protect you? That they even care?”
Damara looks at me with contempt, but she pauses just long enough that I suspect something I said dug at one of her deep insecurities. Just as quickly as she demonstrates the slightest vulnerability, her softness dries up.
“Boy, shut the hell up,” Damara says with pure disdain. She makes no moves to obey my commands, but I’m ready to get off the reservation before someone less honest than Oske’s brothers comes sniffing around the outsiders.
I grab her wrist to pull her towards the bike, activating Damara’s fighting instincts. Huge mistake on my part. She might be smaller than me, but I underestimate Damara’s willingness to throw herself into a bad situation.
I only grab her in the first place to get done arguing quickly, but she makes a shrill squeal like a wildcat and starts fighting me off. Chitto doesn’t bother to open the door and Damara’s ruckus activates three of the brown stray dogs orbiting Oske’s trailer.
The barking dogs bounce around us like they can’t tell if we’re fighting or playing, but they want in on the action. Damara breaks free from me, but she doesn’t make it far before I wrap my arms around her waist and drag her down the rickety stairs towards my bike.
She screams bloody murder and begs Chitto for help, but he only comes to the window to shut the curtains. Just when I think he has nothing in common with his sister…
Damara calms her ass down a couple hours into our westward ride from the Creek Reservation.
The old Route 66 highway reminds me of the best weeks of my life from my childhood and teenage years.
Unlike the rest of the boys in the club, I spend most of my time away from the family and those long rides into the preserved American South West make me feel like a real cowboy…
It’s a ten hour ride to Santa Fe. After five hours, I need proper food and rest. Damara refuses to go to Cracker Barrel, and I oblige her request for a place that “isn’t named after a cracker”, and we end up at a no-name Texas steakhouse a few miles off Route 66, North of Lubbock but not particularly close to it, except by Texan standards.
“This is kind of like our first date,” I joke to Damara when the friendly red-haired hostess seats us at a booth table.
“What would I be doing dating a young white boy like you?” she says with the same disdain she had before.
She acts like she wouldn’t jump into bed with me again if she could. She might need to calm down a little bit, but after a couple nights out in Santa Fe, Damara will beg for my cock.