The Black Pistons MC Series: Brazen

The club

***Symphony's P.O.V. ***

I had been in Port Gibson for three days now. I was bored out of my mind. The only person I had talked to was Mr. Young. He was friendly, but coming from a big city, I needed more excitement.

"Mr. Young, is there a club or a bar around here? " I asked him.

" Well, there is only one club here, sweetie. It would be the Black Pistons Motorcycle Club. They sell liquor, and on the second floor, there are dancers. I don't think you'll be into that, so you'll want to stay on the bottom floor. Don't leave with anyone, and don't drink anything you didn't see poured or open yourself. " Mr. Young said with a caring smile. He was becoming more and more like a father figure to me, and I liked it.

I guess those are about the rules at any bar. I say with a shrug.

I never have cell service. Can you tell me how to get there? I asked. I've been inside for way too long. I need to get out and live a little.

"Yes, honey. I can tell you how to get there," Mr. Young said as he pulled out some paper.

Mr. Young wrote down the directions for me. There wasn't much to it. Drive for 3 miles and make one turn.

I went to my room to get dressed. I had sold a lot of my clothes before I moved. I didn't think I'd need many business suits. I made sure to keep some cute clothes for going out, though. I wore black leather leggings, a silky pink tank top, and black ankle boots. I put my braids halfway in a messy bun and did my makeup. I had perfected the smoky eye; it is my go-to when going out. I topped the outfit off with large rose gold hoops.

I was thankful Mr. Young let me borrow his car. As I headed to the club, I wondered if the biker I saw a few days ago would be there. He's probably a man w***e and will have all the dancer girls hanging over him. I'm not trying to hook up with anyone, I told myself. I want to have a couple of drinks and have fun.

As I pulled into the parking lot, it looked sketchy. It was pretty big and looked like there were dorms or hotel rooms to the side of it. There were rolls of motorcycles on the outside, so it was apparent this was the right place.

I checked my makeup in the mirror. I slipped my Id and credit card into my phone case because I didn't want to carry a purse. I had become accustomed to going out with Brad to bars and clubs. So it was different going in alone.

As I walked to the door, a tall man was sitting on a stool checking ids, and an even bigger man was standing behind him. The man on the stools jacket said Vipe. He was an attractive man. He had a subtle fade, and his go tee was lined with perfection. However, his smile was the first thing you see; it was big and showed off his white teeth.

"Whoooo! I hope you're not lost, honey, because you look like wife material. I don't see a ring on that finger, so if your married, just let me down easy," Vipe said while holding his hand over his heart.

"I laughed. I'm not married, but I wouldn't say I'm wife material. I want a couple of stiff drinks." I told him, laughing.

He turned to the big man beside him. He was also tall, but he didn't look as friendly. " Bear, set your big ass down here so I can show this lady inside. " Bear shook his head at him and sat down with his arms crossed over his chest.

Vipe wrapped his arm around mine and led me inside the bar. Somehow I don't think this is how all the ladies get treated.

Once inside, It didn't look nearly as sketchy. There were two bars, a casino area, pool tables, and steps that led upstairs. I'm assuming that's where the dancers did their magic. Everything looked well maintained. I was surprised.

We approached the bar, and Vipe yelled, "YO, Shorty. Get this woman a drink."

Shorty was the first shorter man I had seen. He was still about 5'10, though, so he wasn't that short. He, too, was cut. They must all work out together. I thought to myself.

" What are you having? "Shorty asked.

" I'm just going to be honest. I usually drink chardonnay. I know you don't have that, so what do you recommend?" I ask him, giving him a big smile. I feel like people drink everything straight here, and I don't want him to get aggravated with me.

" Well, we keep one fruity drink for the ladies, and that's s*x on the beach. "Shorty said.

" Okay, well, s*x on the beach it is, then. " I say with a smile.

So far, I've met Bear, Vipe, and Shorty. I wonder what the man's name was from a few days ago. Probably something like a hound.... because he's a dog. I think, laughing at my joke.

"Hold on, pretty lady, you can't just randomly start laughing while standing with two bikers. We might take it personally." Vipe said with a smirk.

" Oh, I was thinking of all your nicknames. They are cute. " I said, returning the smile. I was flirtatious with Vipe, but I didn't know I was his type for some reason. Not that I wanted to be. I wanted to see the biker from the other day again. Then maybe I can stop thinking about him. He probably wasn't as cute as I remember, anyway.

Just then, two men started fighting at the pool tables. I think maybe one man lost some money. They kept calling each other cheaters. They took their fighting stances like they were about to through down.

Just as quickly as it all started, it was over. A man came through the side doors quietly and swiftly. Both men apologized when they saw him; he said nothing to them. It was as if his presence was enough to diffuse the situation. Everyone was watching him. The man apologized and walked away, and he started to walk towards the bar.

It was him, The biker outside Kathys. My eyes ran over his body. He was 6'5, big defined muscles, a bald head, and had that same stoic look on his face. He was still just as hot as the first time I saw him.

I was watching him intently as he walked our way. I laid back with my elbows on the bar, hoping he's coming to talk to me. The closer he got, the hotter I felt between my legs. God, this man is sexy. I was getting turned on just looking at him. I know I said I didn't want any entanglements, but he was worth it. If he asked, Id let him take me right now. "Calm down, that's just the s*x on the beach talking," I told myself. But he walked right by me. He didn't even look my way; he walked around the bar through the side doors. It was like I was invisible; he wasn't into me.

When I looked over at Vipe, he was smiling. That's Brazen.

"I don't care," I said, shrugging my shoulders and playing with my braids.

Yes, you do. I could see the way you were looking at him. I can also see your checks blushing the more I talk about it. I can tell he made your panties wet, darling," he smirks.

" Doesn't matter. Brazen didn't pay me any mind."I say, rolling my eyes and exaggerating the z in his name. A man named Brazen is probably named that for being bold. If he wanted to get to know me, he would have made it known.

"Shorty, please make me two more of those sexy things... these are good. " I yell at him, slurping up the last of my first one.

" You got it," Shorty said

I made myself at home at the bar. In about an hour, I was on my fifth drink. Vipe came back and forth from the door to check on me. I didn't need checking up on; I wasn't a child.

I was enjoying myself. I talked with Shorty a lot. He was telling me about the town that was around 45 mins away. It was where most people shopped etc. That's also why there were so many people in the bar. You could tell they were not all from here. He wanted to know why I moved here alone, but I told him that the discussion was for another day. I told him I used to make around 300k a year and sold it all for a fresh start.

Occasionally someone would hit on me. Shorty would say " taken" very firmly, and then they'd walk away.

"Shorty, did we enter into a relationship I was unaware of," I asked him with a smile.

"No, ma'am. I got an ol lady at home. She's due any day now. I wanna live to see my son be born." He said with a smile.

"Aww, congratulations! I love babies." I say, slurring more than I intended. I went to stand up and began to sway a little.

Vipe walked up as I tried to get my bearings." Well, clearly, you are not driving home. Let me get someone to help get you home, darling. Vipe said, looking at me like he was amused. He probably found it amusing that I was drunk off a little fruity drink.

When he came back, he had Brazen with him. "Ohh, this will be lovely; he doesn't even like me." I slurred, looking at him and throwing my arms up defeatedly.

I started to walk towards the door and was still a little wobbly on my feet. The next thing I knew, Brazen was carrying me bridal style. I wrapped my arms around his neck. "you should probably ask permission before you sweep a woman off her feet," I mumbled.

Whoot! I heard a lot of men in the bar whistle and shout."Brazens got himself an ol' lady."

Before I could even ask what an ol lady was, I passed out cold in his arms.