Tank

3 - Here goes

Nova

There’s a reason I like to ride. It’s not just because it’s in my blood, but because I lose myself to everything but the wind on my face and the open road. So much road to explore.

My stepfather used to say that if I were a guy, I’d be a biker. Fuckin.g idio.t knew nothing. I might love riding, but there is no way in this world that I would stoop to that level if I were a guy. Bikers are dumb, evil bastards who think they own the world.

They do not own my world.

God, what the hell am I doing?

I swore I would never go near another biker in my life. I fought to get away from them, and now I’m about to walk right back into the middle of them?

I have to tell myself this is different. I’m about to meet my father for the first time in fifteen years. I don’t know if he will be the same man I remember, and I remember a lot about him from when I was a little girl. I dreamed about him every night for years, the big, strong, muscly, beyond handsome man who read me stories before bed, taught me to ride a bicycle, fight like a boy, and hold my head high when someone made me sad.

I let the silly tear fall from my eye, but I won’t cry. I breathe deep and turn my sadness into anger and gun my fuckin.g bike. I’ve been riding for hours, and I’m almost where I’m supposed to be. However, I won’t go straight to his clubhouse; I need to check into a motel for the night. Tomorrow, everything will look better... I hope.

~~~~~

So this is the place. It looks more like a large house where rich people live. I say rich, but it’s not a mansion or anything, it’s a damn clubhouse. But it’s not one I’ve seen before. Two stories high, a mix of stained wood and red brick. The building is vast, and there are many windows throughout said building.

There’s still the huge US flag flying against the side of the building. There’s still the massive sign plastered on the front of the building. Their patch. Two giant snakes entwined around two crossed pistols, smoke coming from the snake’s mouths as if they were the pistols themselves, and diamond eyes in the snake’s heads. Pretty. In a weird way. The top of the patch in an arch reads Snakes Henchmen MC. In an arch around the bottom, it reads Tennessee Mother Charter.

Wow. My dad is the President of the whole of the Snakes Henchmen Charters all over the country. He’s the guy on top, the big man. I can’t imagine the pressure he’s under every day.

After showering last night, I ate a salad because that’s all I could stomach due to feeling sick with nerves and excitement, and then I fell asleep. I slept for hours. I haven’t slept that long in a good while. I woke this morning, showered, ate toast, got dressed in black jeans and a short-sleeved, black button-down shirt, pulled on my boots and leather jacket – not that it’s needed in this heat – jumped on my bike and rode over here before I lost my nerve.

All I have to do is make these people think I’m just like every other woman who hangs around them. I wouldn’t say stupid, but I don’t want them to know just how strong I am. They’ll find that out soon enough.

The young prospect making his way over to the gate is handsome in a rugged kind of way. Not my type, but attractive enough.

“Can I help you?” He asks. I look at his almost clear cut. He has a road name already. Tiger.

Bikers and their silly nicknames. Fuckin.g big kids, the lot of them.

I look at him and smile my most innocent, flirty smile. “Hi,” I slip my jacket off slowly. Teasing him a little. I know how to work men. They all like a little tease, a little flesh. If the man is dumb enough, he’ll tell you anything. Years ago, the man who made me the woman I am today taught me to constantly change my attitude to adapt to any situation, a little like a chameleon.

My arms are now bare, and my cleavage is showing enough to get his mind on my tit.s and what they might look like under this pretty black lace bra, the edges showing.

“I’m here because I heard you guys were looking for new girls?”

Total bullshit. However, this is an MC; they’re always looking for new club whore.s.

“Is that so?” He’s not even looking at my face. His eyes are sliding up and down my body. I have a good figure, slim with curves in all the right places, my tit.s are a nice handful, and a bubble butt most women would have to pay good money to achieve.

Conceited?

Probably, but I’ve worked damn hard for this body, I have every right to be proud of it.

“Have I got it wrong?” I fake confused innocence. “Oh, damn. My friend told me... I’m sorry. I’ll go.” I turn to walk away, hoping he’ll stop me.

He does.

“Wait!”

Yes!

With a smile, I turn to face him again, acting like I’m this innocent but confident young woman.

“There’s always room for new girls. Especially...” He looks me up and down again. Pig. He’d fuc.k me right now if I gave him even the tiniest hint that I wanted it. Men like him usually just take it. But, as crazy as it sounds, he doesn’t look like the type of guy who’d force me to do that. He wouldn’t live very long if he tried, but still. “Someone who looks like you.”

“Does that mean you’ll let me inside for an interview?” I smile at him excitedly.

God, I feel like a slut, but I’ll do whatever I have to to get inside this damn place and find what I’m looking for.

He tips his head back and laughs loudly.

Is this motherfucke.r making fun of me?

“Oh, doll, we don’t give whore.s interviews. You shake your tit.s and ass; Prez likes you, you get the gig.”

Sounds like a fuckin.g interview to me, dickhead.

But I don’t say anything to him, I just nod my head and smile sweetly.

“Come on then, little biker whor.e.”

Cunt!

He opens the gates as I climb on my Harley and start it up. He waves me through while pointing to a place where I can park next to at least five other bikes. I do, and he tells me to walk through the doors, and I’ll find myself in the clubhouse bar. I’m to ask for Tammy; she’ll show me what I have to do. He wishes me luck if you can believe that.

God, this is it. I’m going to finally come face to face with the man who created me after fifteen years of wondering.

Can I really do this?

Is he even here?

I can’t think of these things right now. I’ve waited too long to back out now. If he’s not here, I’ll wait until he is.

Deep breath.

Here goes.