Breaker (Bitter Slayers MC #1)

CHAPTER 1

*~* Breaker *~*

Groggily, I turn my head to check where I am. All I remember is being on the road as I ran errands for my Pres. I heard hogs and looking back, saw five bikes approaching. As I was on a long stretch of highway, I tried to outride them, however, I was eventually surrounded by the bikers.

Gunshots I remember, but they were not trying to hit me. They were taking out the tires on my hog. I don’t remember going down, or being brought here. Wherever here is?

Rubbing my hands down my face, I look around to see where the fuck I am. What I don’t expect to see is a woman tied up with a roll of something in her mouth to gag her. She’s looking at me, but I can’t tell if she’s okay or not, although she looks unhurt from what I can see.

Shuffling my butt over to her, because we are both on the ground, which is concrete, so cold and hard. “Let me untie you and take this out of your mouth, okay?” I give her enough time to nod that she is okay with that, and as soon as she does I quickly remove everything so she is free.

“Any idea where we are?” I ask the woman.

“The Broken Cobras MC has us. You are here because you are an enemy to them, and I’m here because my stupid stepsister stole from them.”

“Fuck. We’ve gotta get out of here.”

“Of course we do, but how?”

There is one window, it’s small but I think I can squeeze myself through. “Can you help move everything in front of the door? We need to slow them down as much as we can so we can get the fuck out of here.”

Standing and dusting down her jeans and T-shirt, she nods. “Name's Molly, and sure, I can help.”

“Call me Breaker. Did you see what they did with my cut?”

“You mean your leather vest don’t you? It’s in the corner.”

“Yeah,” I respond, and I quickly recover my cut, put it on and start moving boxes that are kicking around the room to the front of the door. Now some of these boxes are heavy, so they should hold them outside for a while.

“If I lift you onto my shoulders can you try opening the window?”

Nodding as she steps toward the window, looking up at it while rubbing her hands together. “Yeah, I can do that.”

I hoist her up and flick her around so she is straddling my neck. Reaching up, she pushes at the catch and struggles to move it. I’m just about to step back and place her down when I hear a click and the window opens.

“I’ve got it. It’s dark too, must be sometime early in the morning. Can you feel the beat of the music on the ground?” She asks and pauses as she peers down at me.

I calm my racing heart and feel for a beat. Nothing! “No, I don’t feel it.”

“Good, they must be passed out. Can I stand on your shoulders? If I can get out, I can help pull you up. I can’t jump high enough for you to get me and pull me through.” Molly is holding onto the windowsill while looking down at me for my response.

I grab her ankles. “Stand on my shoulders, and I’ll jump up when it’s my turn. Watch out for any patrols. Don’t make any noise.”

I’m fucking happy she’s only a little woman, must be 5’5” tops. She looks fit enough, and her hair is mousy from what I can tell as it’s tied in a messy bun. Nice handful of tits and a tight ass on her. Shit, I need to concentrate.

Molly holds tight to the windowsill, and I push her up holding her ankles.

Wrapping her elbows over the windowsill, she leans the top half of her body outside the window.

Pausing while she looks for anyone loitering on patrol, she quickly raises her knees and scrambling with her feet on the wall is able to drag herself outside.

A minute or two later, Molly pops her head back inside the window. “Come on, Breaker, be quick. It’s all quiet out here, and this is a basement window, so don’t fall back as you climb out.”

Jumping, I grab the windowsill, and thank the fact I work out regularly.

This is like pullups, so it isn’t causing me much trouble.

Molly however, grabs my cut behind my head and pulls hard.

Once I’ve scrambled out the window, and have paused long enough to check for patrols, I grab Molly’s hand and whisper, “You ready, Molly? We are going to have to run for our lives.”

“I’m ready. I’m not dying yet, because I have a stepsister to kill.”

We carefully move towards what looks like a farmer’s field from the distance we are at.

Getting to the field we see its corn growing, so giving us cover.

“Keep down and let’s move as fast as we can without disturbing too much.

The last thing we need is leaving a beacon of where we are, and I mean swaying corn. ”

“Yeah, yeah, come on slowpoke.” Molly doesn’t wait, she takes off through the corn, down a row keeping low. But she can move, and to say she only has light sneakers on her feet it’s not slowing her down.

My biker boots are not as light, or helping me stay quiet. I’m doing my best to stay low but stop when I hear gunshots and voices shouting. Fuck, they can’t all have been passed out!

“Molly, keep going, but if you hear them getting near we need to hunker down low and stay quiet.”

“Yeah, thankfully it’s still relatively dark.” Molly takes off again, and she is as low as she can be without moving onto her hands and feet.

We cover a lot of ground in a short space of time, but when loud footsteps pound behind us, I roll us under the row of corn and place my hand over Molly’s mouth.

I place my lips next to her ear and whisper, “Breathe slow, don’t make a noise.

” Molly gives me a small head nod, and I tuck the side of my face into her neck, watching the row in front of us for feet.

Voices near, some shouting and some speaking loudly.

“Do you see them?”

“No. But they can’t have gone far.”

“I’m gonna kill the fucker when we find him.”

“This is war now. You realize that don’t you, Fink?”

“Who cares? I’ve got myself a nice new hog outta this.”

Now that pisses me off, and I’ll remember Fink and his fucking voice for when we go to war. I’ll get my girl back, and his balls to wear around my neck.

They move past, and I feel Molly stiffen as they do, but she makes no noise. I’m damned impressed with her as she’s done everything to help get away without dropping us in the shit with a stupid move.

We must stay still for thirty minutes before we move along the row. I hold Molly’s hand and guide her behind me. We have to stay low as daylight is hitting us now. If we make a slip and they are near, they will see us and be on us before we can get away.

We’ve left the farmer's field well behind now, and we are hitting the back of Stirlingsville. It’s a quiet town, and I am positive it's been under threat from the Broken Cobras MC over the last few years. Maybe it’s time we, the Bitter Slayers MC took a stand and expanded our territory.

Taking a moment behind a shop, we lean our backs against the wall. “You doing okay, Molly?”

Puffing like a train, Molly snorts. “If you think this is doing okay, then you need your head sorted out. I’ve had it. I’m not sure how much more running I can do. But if we get out of this mess, I’m gonna kill my stepsister, then I’m taking up running. Lots and lots of running.”

The back door of the shop opens, and a young man steps outside, carrying a black trash bag.

He comes to a halt, looks around quickly and after dashing out to throw the trash bag he steps toward us.

“You need to hide. You can’t stay there or they’ll find you.

If you trust me to come inside, I’ll hide you in the apartment upstairs until nightfall.

But hurry because I don’t want to get caught helping you. ”

Molly nods her head that yeah, we should trust him.

I’m not sure, but when he fidgets and looks like he wants to bolt I agree.

We follow him into the back of the shop and up a flight of stairs.

Opening a door, he waves us inside. “This is where I live, and nobody comes up here. Find yourselves a drink, something to eat, and you can freshen up. The best time to get out of town is around three in the morning. That’s when the dump they call a clubhouse quiets down, and I reckon they all pass out.

During the day and evening, they have people patrolling around the town. ”

“Do you have a phone I can use? I need to contact my Pres,” I ask, hoping against hope he has a mobile phone.

“Oh yes, sorry.” Handing me a phone, he looks embarrassed, but I give him a nod of thanks.

“Name’s Breaker, and this is Molly.” I don’t go further with the explanation.

“I’m Randy, but I hate it, so everyone calls me Andy.” Again, he looks embarrassed.

“Well, I’d probably call myself Andy too, because I can bet you’ve had more than your share of ribbing.” I chuckle as I can imagine the piss that he has had taken out of him.

I watch as Molly disappears to what I imagine is a bathroom, and I take the phone Andy hands to me. “Thanks for helping. You did not need to put yourself in danger. Why did you?”

Andy rubs the back of his neck. “I hate them. I was engaged to be married, and after they came to town, they took my woman and made her a whore in their club. She’s now had so many men I would not want her as my wife.

I know these days people don’t care how many people someone has slept with, but I’ve only been with Rita, no others before or since.

I wanted to be clean for my woman, and her clean for me.

By that I mean we had no exes to be jealous of or worried about.

Now she walks around with hardly any clothes on, strutting around like the whore she is.

I hate them for what they have done, and what they took from me. ”

I slap his shoulder. “I know what you’re saying. I’ve been with too many women, and hope eventually when I find my woman she’ll be able to look past it.”

Molly returns and walks past, giving me a shake of the head as though to say, what an idiot. Grinning, I turn to Andy. “Thanks, I’ll only be a few minutes on the phone. I need to contact my brothers before they come looking and causing a war when they do.”

It takes two rings before Pres picks up the call. “Who the fuck is this?” Whack snarls.

“Pres, it’s Breaker.”

Before I can say more I get snarled at again. “Where the fuck are you? We’ve been all over town looking for you. If you are in some cunt's bed, I’ll nail you to the fucking boards.”

“No Pres. I was ambushed and taken down by the Broken Cobras MC. They’ve got my fuckin’ hog.

I got away with the help of a woman they had taken, and we’ve made it to Stirlingsville.

I’m not sure exactly where we are, but we are safe for now.

” Turning to look at Andy, who is standing near the door trying to ignore what I’m saying. “What shop is this, Andy?” I ask.

“It’s the barbers. I’m the barber and I live above the shop, as you can see. You’ll be safe if you stay inside during daylight.” Andy steps out, and I continue my conversation.

“We are above the barber’s shop. Andy, the owner and barber, is helping us. He’s sick of the Cobras, and so are the townsfolk from what I can gather. What do you want me to do, Pres? I have a woman with me I need to get out, too. I’m not leaving her ‘cause she’s in danger if we leave her behind.”

“Okay…” Pres talks me through how he and the brothers are going to play this. My side of it is simple. Get out of the shop early, stay on a side street until I need to rush forward and get into the van, along with Molly. Simple, or it should be.