Not your honey (Leila Series #1) {IN PROGRESS}

2. Underestimated biker

The building I step into is a typical 'hole in the wall' bar. It is located on a dirt road outside the town near the desert. The sound volume is high, and tons of scantily clad girls walk around and rock their hips. It seems that self-respect is not something that has come to this inbred place yet. On the other hand, they seem to have electricity, the wonders of this world! I look around slowly and examine what kind of people are in the room. Many of the people in here are drunks who have nothing better to do. In addition to them, there are several other motorcycle club members from other places scattered at different tables. The person I am looking for does not seem to have made his appearance here yet. I sit down at the bar and wave the bartender to me. Without a word, I point to the beer they have on tap. He nods and fills a glass which he then shoots at me.

As I did with Gary, I salute this guy as a thank you. I spin around on the bar stool and look around again. The lighting in here is useless. Spilled beer, nuts, chips, cigarette butts and everything else is spread out on the floor. Inside my head I sigh when I see this, why do you have to hold on and pig yourself for? Do not people have any grasp of reality anymore? What happened to some plain simple manners? Just because we are bikers, strippers, prostitutes, drunks, crooks, and thugs, does not mean we mess up everywhere we go without thinking before doing it. Unfortunately, that is how society looks down on us. Given how things look in here, I cannot exactly blame them either. But not all of them are like that, I promise. Take me as an example, I sit still here on a bar stool with a glass in my hand and feel no greater need to contribute to the already ruined surroundings that prevail in here. The place may be worn and old, but why do they have to make it worse?

That behavior only contributes to the confused and crooked image that others have on us. Is it not better to behave and show them that they were wrong? It is pretty obvious that it will not happen here, at least not tonight. Given the threesome going on in a booth down the corner. Someone has no problem with PDA apparently. It does not bother me; I am more concerned about the dirty table they chose to exchange their body fluids at. Come on, people, hygiene for f**k's sake... I shake my head and look around. My eyes scan off the crowd, I still do not see Roy that I am looking for, instead my eyes land on a muscular man with tattoos sitting at a table laughing with his buddies. Something with him captures my interest and awakens a fire within me that I am not even aware it exists. As if he can sense me, his eyes are looking around the bar until they land on me. He looks straight at me and grins wide when he discovers that I stared at him.

I look away from him as if nothing has happened with a blank facial expression. If he expected me to get rosy cheeks and look away embarrassed, then he was completely wrong out there. I look at what I find interesting and am not ashamed of it. Probably that is what guys had a problem with when it comes to me, I am independent and do not take s**t from anyone. At least one controlling boyfriend trying to get me to submit. I am a strong woman, and many have problems with that, especially men. In the corner of my eye I see the stranger getting up from his chair and walking to the bar. He sits down on a chair and orders another beer. I give him no attention and he continue to look interested at me. Probably he is not used to a woman being able to withstand his 'oh so sexy and male aura'. Such guys always sought out girls like me because they saw us as a challenge, a trophy to win and show off to the guys. If it was his idea for the evening, he should think once extra before he even thought about approaching me.

That is what is nice in my club. The guys there know better than trying to approach me in either a s****l or a romantic way. Not only because they want to avoid Hale's wrath but also because they know I can cut the balls off them if they get too close. They let me be and respect me enough to still let me be one of the gang. Even though I fought my way up to my seat, that does not mean the guys are responsible for it. It was more about how it looked in the eyes of other clubs. In most clubs, the women were either old ladies, whores or groupies who yearned for a biker who would make an 'honorable' woman out of her. How they can still believe that after f*****g themselves flabby through the entire clubhouse, is to me a mystery. In any case, it was only the old ladies who had respect as women in this kind of environment. That is why I also needed to assert myself to show that I earned my place through hard work and not by f*****g my way there. This dude did not seem to have gotten the memo, considering he kept staring at me like I had three heads. He may be handsome, but self-respect is something that I actually possess.

It is very tragic, frankly, that he does not get the hint at all. Enough because a lot of men are stupid, but this guy, he is borderline stupid. Like with all those blonde girls you usually see in movies you know who does not know the difference between a fork and a knife, but is just for watching? Such was this guy. He was cute but not much more than that. Besides, I do not do relationships. No, I have neither the time nor the desire for all the drama that belongs to. I get along fine on my own with my vibrator, thank you very much. He puts his arm up at the bar to get closer to me, I guess it is supposed to be a discreet attempt? Or yes, it is not discreet at all, but he does not seem to understand that. He leans towards me and makes that kind of sound that you usually make when you want a cat to come to you. Oh, baby, no…

It is incredible cringe what he is doing. I am not a little kitten, rather a cougar. If I ignore him, hopefully he will get it and get out of here. Hale had explicitly said that I would not start any big deal out of my mission. But if this son of a b***h did not stop soon, there would be not only a beating here tonight, but also a murder! He leans even closer and then I see his mark on the vest he wears, prospect. No, you know what. I do not play with little kids. A vice president with a newbie? It is not even something you read about in storybooks. He grins mockingly at me as if he knows a secret, I am not aware of. His hand is looking his way up on my thigh, that is enough!

Without hesitation, I take his back head in my hand and slap his face into the bar counter. He falls apart in a pile on the floor and grunts by the pain. Not as cocky anymore, huh? I bend down so that I am at eye level with him.

"Listen, kid. You are a little rat who thinks it is okay to touch a woman against her will. You have no idea who I am or what I can do. Next time you think about groping someone, remember this.”

I twist his index finger until I hear a creak. He screams out of the pain which I ignore and sits down at the bar again. The bartender comes up to me smiling with a new beer and a ’good job', which makes me smile. I am not violent for no reason, but this guy had gone too far. As a woman you should never have to say 'no' or 'stop', because the man should never touch the woman from the beginning. When I turn around, many people look at me interested. I may look innocent, but I am deadly as sin if I need to. A man comes up to the bar and smiles at me. He says nothing but orders new beers and watches the little tv with bad satellite. My eyes are looking over the people again. Damn, this f*****g Roy is going to have to show up soon.

”I have not seen you here before." says the stranger without tearing his eyes off the tv.

"Wow, that pickup line has to work on all these classy ladies, right?” I asked and let my hand sweep across the room.

He chuckles and turns against me. His dark brown hair hangs down his forehead and his muscular body presses against the thin T-shirt. He has blue eyes that could make any woman turn into a wet puddle on the floor, much like when you drop a piece of ice. A real s*x appeal in other words!

"Is it not a little self-righteous to take for granted that I tried to pick you up?” he asks with a friendly smile on his face and a raised eyebrow.

"Is it not a little self-righteous to take for granted that I took for granted that you tried to pick me up?” I ask back with a grin, fully aware that I answered his question with one of my own.

Again, he chuckled and shook his head as if he could not believe I was real. He does not laugh in a mocking way or behave badly, rather it seems that he finds me interesting and amusing.

"So, what are you doing here tonight?" he asks.

"Work, you?”

"I always work, around the clock. You never know when they call and need my help. At the moment, though, I am taking a beer with my pals.”

”Sounds nice, do not let me stop you from going back to your friends." I said and took a big sip of my beer.

"If only that goddamn bartender could come here and take my order, then I would have gone back.”

I waved to me the bartender who immediately hurried up to me with that stupid grin that all the guys who want to sleep with a girl have.

"Could you be a dear and refill this man's beer?”

He nods and smiles at me again, completely blessed that I had talked to him. When he turns around, I make a 'vomit' grimace against the stranger who laughs. In the end, he has three beers in front of him and picks them up with his big tanned hands.

"Well, it was nice to meet you anyway." he says and starts walking towards the table he had been sitting at before.

I salute him with my beer and drink another sip. As soon as he is out of reach, I immediately return to the work I am expected to do. It is not far off that I call Hale and say he did not show up when he suddenly does. In comes the self-righteous p***y Roy, grinning with a little hooker on his arm. I rise abruptly and walk up to him. He looks at me as if I were sent by God. Oh boy, I wish it were so good.

"Hey little slut, how about I thread you around my d**k tonight?" he says and grins.

Ugh, he was that type. I jump up on him and my fist comes in contact with his nose bone that goes off. The blood gushes down his face and he looks at me with big eyes.

"You little cunt!”

He throws himself after me, but misses. I pick up a chair that I slap him in the back of the head with. My fists hit his body in all sorts of places and his blood is scattered on the floor when I am satisfied with my work. I bend down and whisper in his ear.

"This was sponsored by the devil's blood angels.”

I dip my index finger in the blood and paint an angel's wing on his forehead. It is our club sign for when we have performed a job, a form of marking. Everyone around me looks horrified at me. I just roll my eyes at them, like you have never done anything like this before. My half of the beer is still at the bar and it is going to slip down before I leave. I walk up and take up the glass that I then pour into me. The stranger I met at the bar earlier is standing over Roy with his two buddies. They look at me like I am a circus animal on the loose. Probably it was hard to believe that I, being so small, could do so much harm. I step over Roy's unconscious body and walk out into the parking lot. My motorcycle stands where I placed it earlier and is waiting for me. I pick up my vest from the side bag and put it on.

The doors open just as I jumped on my motorcycle. The stranger and his friends are staring at me again. They start walking towards me, but I am not waiting to find out what they want. Instead, I gas and slip away back home. When I get out of there and can feel the wind blowing in my hair, I laugh at the evening’s events. Who would have thought that I would not only get one beating done, but two?! Lucky me! And that eye candy, hoochie mama!

Inside my apartment there is silence. I never liked it, the silence. I prefer sounds that bounce between the walls and remind me that I am still alive. Given the lifestyle I live, it is nothing I can take for granted. We live dangerously and this also means that life can end every day. That is how it works in and of itself for everyone else as well, but we make an active choice to expose ourselves to a greater amount of danger. My life is perfect when I get to sit on my motorcycle and drift through the night in my solitude. It is the greatest freedom of all. Never again will I be locked in one place. Because at any time I can jump on my bike and drive off to the end of the world if I so wish. Nothing and no one stand in the way of my own happiness. That is what makes life worth living.

I open the balcony door and let the sounds from the street flow in. A car honks there, a man screams there, and a woman laughs there... I breathe out of contentment and walk towards my bar cabinet. A bottle of Jack Daniel's is always ready with two glasses in the cupboard if I should have visitors. Now I never have visitors, and this is well the tenth bottle I set in the cabinet since I moved in here six months ago. Since I do not make relationships and do not have any friends beyond the club, I am pretty lonely in private life. Do not get me wrong, the club and its members are a big part of my life, but they do not occupy the whole. I pour a glass and sit in one of the leather armchairs. The strong alcohol burns in my throat and warms me up from the inside. My thoughts drift back to the non-inveterate stranger I met tonight. Who is he? He may have been kind and behaved like a gentleman, but even I could sense how he radiated danger.

He is a typical bad boy, one that gets all women wet just by a glance. Not me though, I was rather intrigued than horny. A seed has sown inside me about him. For some reason, I want to know who he is, what he does and where he comes from. Ugh, do not tell me that I am interested in a man I will probably never meet again? Well, I am sure it was just an inexplicable attraction. I do not have the time or the desire to date anyway. My club is what matters to me, everything, and everyone else can go to hell. The phone lying on the table vibrates and indicates that I have received a message. I sigh and ask a silent prayer that I should not have to go away on another mission in the middle of the night, I just sat down god damn it! Without looking, I unlock the phone. I open one eye slightly open and growl almost of the text on the screen.

Every member of the Devil's blood angels need to come to the club house right now. We have business to attend to. - Hale

Come on, Hale! I just got home. There is no point in trying to make him wait until morning. If he wants us to work, we better get our asses down there as soon as possible. I down my drink in one go before I put my vest back on and walks outside. I rev my bike and ride away to the clubhouse. I am wondering what could have spooked Hale in the middle of the night though... He is not easily disturbed by anything, so why was it so important for all of us to be there? I really hope we are not subjected to another police raid again, not because we have something to hide. We are not amateurs and do not have our illegalities in the clubhouse. If this is about the boundaries between clubs again, then I will strangle someone with my bare hands. I leave my thoughts and drive quickly through the night towards the club, praying that there is nothing catastrophic coming.