Eight
I hated the club parties, because I felt like prey among a large group of predators, and never knew if one of them would try something, and people rarely even spoke to me anyway. I didn’t understand why they insisted on my mandatory attendance at these things, but I’d never been brave enough to miss one.
“Okay, babe, remember they included me to feel me out, so just chill if things get aggressive. They’ll have checked me out by now, and-”
“Oh my god, so they’ll know you don’t exist!”
Lowell grinned at me, giving me an affectionate pat on my head.
“Aw, so cute when you worry about me, babe. I chose this name for a reason. Psycho exists, okay, it’s all good. They’re gonna test me though. Push me. Probably try to make me look weak or inferior. Just laugh along with the others, okay? This is all expected.”
“Will they try to hurt you?” Suddenly I didn’t want either of us at the party, because I didn’t want any harm coming to this sweet, troubled man, especially because of me.
“Dunno, but it’s cool. It’s biker shit, babe, I know what I’m doing. Just go along with everything, yeah?”
I didn’t want to agree, but too soon, we were parking my van up outside their rural compound, and being frisked at the gates by two prospects.
“I don’t swing that way, dipshit, wanna get your hand outta my pants?”
The other prospect’s hand grazed over my breasts, and I gasped and jumped back from him.
“The fuck did you just do to her?” Lowell demanded, getting between us in a heartbeat. I tried to stop him, but he kept himself in my way.
“Answer me, fuckhead, before I decide to show you how I got my fucking name.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but he’d told me to follow his lead, so I took a deep breath.
“He touched my breasts,” I said quietly, and my eyes widened as Lowell released a low possessive growling kinda noise. Wow . That was oddly sexy.
“You get off on groping women? You think you can touch my fucking woman? Those are my fucking tits!” There was a struggle, and a horrible crunching sound, followed by a pained yell. Oh god, I watched as Lowell released the prospect, and he cradled his misshapen wrist, hissing through his teeth.
“You fucking asshole, you broke my fucking wrist!”
“You’re lucky I’m feeling generous and trying to make nice here, or I’d break the other one too,” he turned to the other prospect, jerking his chin at him, “you gonna mind your fucking manners with my lady here?”
The young guy stared at Lowell for a moment, his body tensed and ready to fight him, but a voice interrupted the tense silence.
“Okay, that’s enough bullshit. Prospect, get that looked at, and quit your whining. Psycho, maybe try not to break anyone else before you even get through the gates,” Reaper said, grinning widely at Lowell. Damn… I had to remember to call him Psycho. The gate was open, and Reaper strode over to slap Lowell on the back.
“They were under orders to frisk you both, you know that’s standard before we let strangers in.”
We watched the first prospect go over to the one cradling his wrist, talking quietly to him, as he started to lead him away.
“You might wanna watch the other one, to be honest. At least that one groped a woman, but the other? That fucker fondled my junk. That in his job description, man? Only she gets to cup my junk, yeah?” They both turned to look at me, and my blush was real, as was my mortification.
More than that though, I wished he meant it. Why was I suddenly yearning for Lowell, like he hadn’t been beside me for weeks, but like I was seeing the real him lately? He’d come out of his self-imposed shell, and started to show me more of his character, and I really liked him like this. And his soft caring side was so intoxicating, because I’d never had that from a man. Ever.
Micro
S o far so good, we’d had a few beers with these jokers, but there was a definite edge. They were hypervigilant if I even moved, and they were definitely planning on testing me. I was starting to get fed up waiting for it, and Soph was clearly in hell being here at all. I wanted it over for both of us. I leaned closer to her, putting my mouth by her ear, and it was adorable, that little shiver that followed.
“I’m about to egg them on a bit. Let’s get the violence out of the way, then I can scope this shit out.” She gasped, turning those doe-like eyes on me, and, fuck me, that kicked me in the guts every fucking time.
“V-violence?”
I grinned and kissed her neck, nuzzling her for a moment, while I scoped out my body, for where my weaknesses still were. I could do this, even though I wished I’d been able to bulk up more first.
I straightened up again, grabbing a crushed beer can, and tossing it at Reaper to get his attention.
“So, fucker… whose ass am I kicking?” He exchanged a look with his Pres, a crabby guy called Crusher, and they nodded.
Reaper watched smugly, as Soph grabbed my hand.
“No!”
“S’okay, babe, this is the good bit,” I said, squeezing her hand as I stood up. “Hope you’ve got a challenge for me, man. I haven’t killed anyone in a while. Hope I can remember how.”
Her loud gasp was almost drowned out by jeering, as the bikers all got up too, and Reaper waved someone over. Fuck me, the guy matched me on size, but he was young, like barely out of fucking school young, and a prospect, of course. Wouldn’t risk a fucking patched in member, bunch of pussies.
“Oh, come on, you don’t want me to kill some kid, that’s cold.”
“Thought you were a ‘psycho’, man. Was that all talk? You a pussy really?” Crusher sneered at me. Well, fuck. I was all for giving a beatdown, and I’d have tricks this fucker wouldn’t expect, but I already didn’t want to show my violent side in front of Soph, and killing someone? Jesus, I know I’d done it before, but I really didn’t want to again.
I balled my fists, taking a deep breath as the fucker approached, and the others surrounded us in a circle.
“To the death, yeah? You’ll let my lady out unharmed, if shit goes sideways? Actually, Soph, go wait in the van for me.”
“She stays,” Reaper said, moving over to drape his arm over her shoulders, and my fists tightened viciously as she tensed. He thought he could fucking touch her?
“Remove your hands from her, or I kill you next,” I warned him, and that’s when the prospect sucker-punched me. I staggered back a few paces and he crashed into me, knocking me onto my back on the hard ground, with Sophie’s panicked screams filling the air. My first thought was that Reaper was hurting her, and I fought off the prospect, with several vicious blows to his face, with my fists and elbow. As soon as I was clear of him, I scrambled back onto my feet and sought her out among the fuckers. Reaper was touching her again, but she wasn’t focused on him, she was focused on me. Those screams were for me .
This whole time, I’d tried to hide myself under who I knew I should be, and probably could be, so I wouldn’t scare or upset her, but it was time to show her the real me. Micro . The son of Leif, legacy of the Godless Warriors, and would be-destroyer of Phoenix MC.
I turned, just as the prospect lunged at me again, and this time I was ready for him. My first blow knocked him flat, and I straddled him, laying more punches against his jaw, as he tried to fight me off.
The adrenaline was flowing, and I finally felt like me again.