Day By Day
Present Day
Wrenly
I jumped on the back of Spider’s bike, and he took off. I was his old lady, and he just took care of some club business that could have gotten us killed.
I loved riding at night. For some reason it was peaceful, even if my prior minutes were a bit tense. Ant and Boomer were behind us, but we split up. Spider turned down a country road and I began coming down from my adrenaline high. It was just us, the sound of an engine, and the road under a dark night sky.
Moments like those always reminded me of a certain boy from my past. One I would have died for, but he threw me away like yesterday’s news before he left town. He was the boy that always sent goosebumps chasing my other goosebumps across my skin. The only guy that made my heart race and still visited my dreams.
A boy I would never forget.
Fifteen years ago
My heart was broken as I looked over at the quiet and dark house next door. Just a few days ago I looked over and saw Travis walk out the front door with Tony. But an hour ago, I saw Tony laying in a casket and I knew when I looked at Travis he was blaming himself.
My life may have started out rough, but when I learned the guy we lived with before my mom died was my real dad, my life improved. Travis’s life only got worse.
I was born in Montana, and my mom had a lot of boyfriends when I was little, but I didn’t know who my dad was until later.
One day, one of her boyfriends decided I was going to be his new toy. Mom caught him and he hurt her really bad before she put me in a car and said we were going to see a very special man. She said he was my Uncle Clint, and it felt like days of driving until we made it to Oklahoma. I remember showing up at his house and he wasn’t happy to see my mom, but then something happened, and he let us stay with him. They would whisper a lot and Uncle Clint didn’t seem to like my mom very much. It wasn’t like when we stayed with my mom’s boyfriends. He was nice to me and liked playing outside with me. He would sit down with me at night and help me sound out words and draw letters of the alphabet. One day they made me go to the doctor and have a test where they put a swab thing in my mouth. We all did it, but I didn’t know why at the time. Uncle Clint would talk about the test a lot, and my mom would start crying. He didn’t like it when mommy said I had to call him Uncle Clint because he wasn’t my uncle or my mommy’s boyfriend.
One day he found my mom’s medicine. Years later, I realized my mom’s medicine was heroin, but not until I was old enough to understand what happened to her that day in that bathroom.
They got into a fight and Uncle Clint wanted me to stay but not my mom. He wanted to take her away to a special hospital to help her with her medicine. My mom called him a whole bunch of bad names and made me go with her when I really wished I could stay with him. He even tried to arrest her, but I was screaming for him to stop. I remember my mom grabbing my arm and throwing me in the car. We took off, but Clint started chasing us in his cop car. I remember looking back at the flashing lights as he chased us but then they disappeared. Later when we talked about it, he said he slowed down because he was scared my mom would crash with me in the car. He let the other cops know to watch and stop us down the road, but they didn’t find us.
I was told it was about six months later when my mom died of an overdose in the bathroom of an old diner in Texas. Uncle Clint was really my dad, and he was trying to find us the whole time. Eventually, I was brought back to my dad, and I never saw a man cry so hard than when he was holding me. He said the test came back and he was my dad, and I would live with him from that day on. He promised I wouldn’t ever have to sleep in a car again.
I had a good life while living with my dad, but that didn’t mean I didn’t have demons. I had horrible memories and had to talk to a therapist a lot. I struggled with some anxiety, anger issues, and sometimes would scream and cry through the night. She helped me a lot, but my memories always stayed with me. Not just the bad ones, but the good ones as well.
My dad was a cop, and his best friend was Tony, the next door neighbor. He was the Uncle of my first friend, Travis, and was also a cop. It was that boy who tore my heart to pieces. He never complained but I remember my dad and Tony talking about Travis. They said Tony wanted to make his home permanent for Travis, but his parents wouldn’t agree. They just kept saying over and over again it would be over soon, and they’d find Travis’s brother. I also remembered when Travis wasn’t there, we would go to Tony’s, and he had a room that looked like it should have been in a police station. My dad and Tony were trying to find Travis’s brother on their own time, but was always really quiet about it when Travis was visiting. My dad said it was because Travis already heard too much about it and needed a safe place away from all of it. My dad explained that the kidnapping was all Travis ever heard about at home. My dad and Tony said the person that took the little boy was likely a sexual predator. They didn’t shy away from talking about that stuff around me. They figured I was better off knowing the ugly things about the world. That I should never trust a stranger.
I was worried about Travis. We used to be so close, but then he made his own friends, and I made mine. We were both freshman and he always had girlfriends. I became just the girl next door that he made promises to, then would forget.
My worries for Travis ran deep. I was so scared for him. He was already self-destructing before Tony died, and I had no doubt he would get worse before he got better.
I didn’t understand Travis’s parents and I asked my dad about it. They already lost one son, so it confused me how they didn’t keep Travis close. Weren’t they scared they would lose their youngest son too? My dad said we couldn’t judge since we weren’t in their shoes. He explained when I was missing he became obsessed and almost lost his job when he was trying to find me. Although they left Travis in responsible hands, he was lacking some important aspects of childhood. He didn’t have stability and had some real insecurities about never being enough for anyone. Travis never felt that he was worth much and that showed in his behavior.
I understood his parents were desperate to find their other son, but they were ruining their other son in the process.
I walked away from my bedroom window and picked up my phone to text him. After I asked if he was okay and needed to talk, I waited a while before finally drifting off to sleep.
It was the middle of the night when my dad woke me to say he had to run out. There was a car crash, and he was needed at the scene.
Present Day
Wrenly
My trip down memory lane ended when Spider stopped his bike behind an old barn. He threw down the kickstand and we both hopped off the bike.
After two years with the Scorpions, I was about to find out if we had enough and could finally take down the club.
My name is Special Agent Wrenly Carlson of the FBI, and I had been undercover for way too long. My partner is known as Spider, but he was really Special Agent Peter Stone.
Before I became an undercover agent for the FBI, I was Sergeant Wrenly Carlson of the United States Marine Corps. I was in a Force Recon Unit when I decided to leave the military and become an agent.
My father is a police officer in a small town just outside Tulsa, Oklahoma. I’m not your typical Marine, Agent, or biker. I grew up riding on the back of my dad’s bike, and he was a member of an MC, so going undercover as a biker’s old lady wasn’t that much of a stretch for me.
I paced as Agent Stone spoke with our special agent in charge. We waited for two years for that moment. We were only about a mile from the Scorpions Compound as I waited. Then, out of nowhere, I heard sirens, and a smile creeped on my face. I looked at Stone and he smiled and gave me a nod before he put his phone away.
“Let’s shut this shit down.” He said as he pulled his badge out and hung it from his neck. I did the same before we hopped on the bike and headed to the compound.
As soon as Stone stopped the bike, we hopped off and ran to the mobile command for our Kevlar vests and was briefed on the current situation by special agent in charge Kyle Brooks.
“We’ve rounded up seventeen. There’s more in the buildings out back, and we believe that’s where the cartel members are hiding. You two head out back and I’m sending Terhune around to the right.”
I nodded. “Got it.” I checked my gun and took off the safety and crouched a little lower as Stone and I approached the first out building. We made it to the door and stood at each side of it. I gave Stone the nod and he kicked the door in. “FBI! Hands up and drop your weapons!”
I saw five sets of familiar eyes.
“FBI! Levanten las manos y suelten las armas!” I yelled.
They looked at each other instead of dropping their weapons. They knew our faces and they were members of the Mexican Cartel who just worked out a deal with the Scorpions MC President.
“FBI! Levanten las manos y suelten las armas!” I gave them one last chance before they all dropped their weapons.
The next day, Stone and I walked out of the FBI building in Dallas, dead on our feet. We were due back the following day to give our statements to the federal prosecutor, and I was ready to be done with the case. We just took down one of the largest motorcycle gangs with ties to the cartel. That meant neither one of us knew what would happen next. We were both due for a long vacation and I needed a little pampering. I went straight to the hotel spa and had my hair colored back to my natural dirty blond, then had a pedicure and manicure. After a little shopping for normal clothes, I enjoyed a few drinks in the hotel bar then went to bed for the night. I was more than ready to throw out the ribbed tank tops and tight as hell jeans.