Chapter 22
Wrath
G od, it’s beautiful out here. This would be an excellent area to have a vacation home in. I’ll talk to Millie, then my brothers, about buying a place in the area. Somewhere between Sevierville and Cherokee.
Someplace we can have horses and a motocross track. The guys and I plan on hitting the track near the treehouses if we have time before my date tonight.
I’m planning on taking Millie on a ride on the wheel at sunset, then off to a nice dinner before I bring her back to our cabin and fuck her until neither one of us can walk.
The day is beautiful. It’s in the low seventies. The sun is shining with only a few scattered clouds.
I catch movement from the corner of my left eye. I glance at my mirror and see Saber moving closer. I pull over toward the edge of the lane to give him room. We can both fit in one lane.
He gets parallel with me and shoots me a grin before shooting off. I laugh and open the throttle. The traffic is sparse, so a bit of speeding is in order. We essentially play leapfrog the next few miles with one the brothers racing around the rest of us to take the lead.
We end our big circle at Cherokee. Decker pulls into a place called Rider’s.
There are more than a dozen sleds already in the parking lot. We passed a few along the road today, but it’s still early. A month from now motorcycles will be everywhere. I back my sled into a spot alongside my brothers.
We head inside. There’s a stand when we go in. A young woman dressed in a denim skirt and a t-shirt with the bar’s logo on it is behind it.
“How many?”
“Nine.”
She nods and gathers up a stack of menus and wrapped silverware.
“Right this way.”
We follow her through the dining area toward the back of the room. When she gets there, she frowns.
“I’m sorry. Give me just a minute. I thought these tables were together.”
“We can take care of that,” I say.
“It’s no problem. I can get a couple of the servers to help.”
“We’ve got it,” Gambit says.
She steps aside and we make quick work of the tables. She smiles and hands us the menus and silverware before leaving. Shortly after, a few men in cuts come to our table. The men look to be Native American, their long dark hair worn down or in braids. I scan their cuts. One says Thunder. Above his name, the president tag.
A second reads Hawk and VP. The third is Bull, Enforcer.
Thunder offers a friendly smile.
“Thanks for helping Mindy out.”
“It’s our pleasure,” Gambit says, before offering his hand. “I’m Gambit, President of the Voodoo Kings out of New Orleans. This is my vice president, Papa. Road Captain, Decker. Our brothers Wrath, Saber, Blue, Doc, Angel, and Demon.
“I’m Thunder, President of the Red Sky Riders, North Carolina Chapter. This is my VP Hawk and our Enforcer Bull. What brings you to our neck of the woods, vacation?”
“A wedding. Wrath here tied the knot a couple days ago. The women are out shopping.”
“Why don’t you join us in our private dining room? We arrived only a few minutes ago.”
“Thanks for the offer,” Gambit says.
We stand, put the tables back the way they were, and follow the Riders into their private dining room. I order a Coke. I’ll enjoy cocktails with my woman later. I even rented a limo so I could enjoy it without worrying about driving. I peruse the menu, delighted to see they have several dishes with jalape?os.
The table orders armadillo eggs, Texas toothpicks, and stuffed popper dip along with a few other things. I’m going to have to double my workouts for a month to make up for this honeymoon, but it’ll be well worth it.
Over the next hour, we shoot the breeze with the Riders and meet several more. The club took on animal names as their handles. Each picked an animal they believed they had some trait in common with. A totem animal.
By the end of lunch, we invite them to the next rally, and they invite us to wear our colors the rest of our visit. Sevierville, Gatlinburg, and Pigeon Forge doesn't currently have clubs of their own.
Another hour and we’re back in Pigeon Forge, headed toward the cabins. Another twenty on top of that. We’re all on motocross bikes headed to the nearby track.