Epilogue Two
There was never a dull moment around here, because if it wasn’t former members attacking our club, it was mafia shenanigans, and yet it was still a better place than when I joined.
The Rogue Riders were the local club, so I stupidly fell in with them, and once I realised what a mistake it was, I was already in too deep with them.
Crusher, the old President, was a real prick, running the place like a fucking sex club with a side order of murder, and drugs. I didn’t mind the drugs, I mean, that shit existed everywhere, regardless of who was selling it, but did they have to treat women the way they did?
The amount of times I’d helped women get back out of the club grounds, once they realised how fucking dangerous it was, and yet there were still others falling into that trap, especially the ones they hired in.
Thank fuck things were different here now.
“Yo, Harley!” I turned at my new President’s voice, and he waved me over. Micro was running a club that I was finally proud to be a member of, and from what he’d told me, it wasn’t like he was a good guy before Phoenix MC, but now he was a fucking legend.
“What’s up, Pres?” I joined him by the parking bay, where he and Grease were talking, and pointing at the rear of his ride.
“Poor thing’s fucked, and I swear I wasn’t doing anything dumb,” Micro said, and Grease snorted.
“I’ve seen you ride, man. No wonder it’s trashed.”
Micro flipped him off, but I crouched down to check what they were pointing at, because motorcycle repairs and mods?
That was my fucking livelihood. He’d done a number on the rear drive, fluid was leaking all over the rear wheel, the casing was discoloured from heat, and the shaft was slightly twisted, causing the paint to shatter.
I wondered how the fuck he’d even made it here in one piece, especially since the tyre had a flat patch that indicated he had locked the rear up at serious speed.
“You know what?” I said as I stood up, and Micro turned to me. “He’s right, you fucked it. I don’t even want to know what the fuck you were doing, to destroy the drive shaft and gear case like that. I told you putting a turbo and nitro on a VMAX was risky, but you knew better. Bell-end.”
It was fixable, I mean, I could get the replacement parts and fit them easily, but maybe it was time for him to go for performance parts, although, with a baby on the way, he should probably be focusing on driving safer, rather than faster.
“I might have been showing off a bit,” Micro admitted then, proving my point, as he rubbed the back of his neck, “there was some prick on a plastic fantastic, and I just had to show him it had no balls.”
“You’ve got no balls,” Grease retorted, turning to saunter away. Snarky bugger. Micro flipped him off without looking, and looked sadly at his ride.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, baby.”
“You guys want a moment alone?”
Micro flipped me off next. “Yeah, fuck off. Just make my baby perfect again.” And yeah, that’s what I do, so I’ll fix her up really nice, and he can treat his ride with the respect she deserves in future. Yeah, right.
Check out Chapter 1 of Harley over the page!