Homecoming
Ezmerelda
As I looked out the window of the plane as it landed, I sighed heavily. I had just graduated from college valedictorian with a degree in Business Management, along with an associates degree in Marketing to come back to this rinky dink town I had tried so hard to forget. Truth be told, the only reason I even agreed to come back to Harlowe was to help my dad with his business. He had stated he was having trouble with accounting and billings and, with that being said, I had made it crystal clear I would not get caught in the crossfire of another biker war.
That world is dangerous and since my brother Enrique died during a stand-off between dad's bikers, I had promised my mother that I would not get involved with anything or anyone that was associated with that lifestyle.
As I descended down the escalator, I saw my older sister Sandra and one of her biker friends, a wavy, blonde-haired guy with a muscular build and tattoos going down his arm waiting at the bottom.
Sandra was in charge of a female club, Liberty Sister-hood, and tended a bar when she wasn’t on one of her latest crusades. She was average height with long brown hair, a muscle-toned physique and piercing blue-green eyes. She is the oldest of us three kids. Then it was Enrique and then myself. Both Sandra and Enrique took after my dad 'Big Mike' with his brown hair and green eyes, while I stood out in the family with my five foot five height, long, wavy raven-colored hair, curvy figure, and sapphire blue eyes, taking after my mother Elena, who had Navajo blood. I may look like I don't know how to protect myself, with my petite stature, but on the contrary, I am an experienced fighter, having taken kick boxing and Tae Kwon Do. In other words, I can handle myself.
Sandra saw me and nudged her friend in the ribs, making him rub his ribs as if she had injured them. “I told ya my baby sister was a hottie.” She teased him then pulled me into a hug. “ I’ve missed you so much. Dad is all psyched that you agreed to help out with the bar.” I looked at my sister, then at the biker as he picked up my luggage. “ Oh, he’s a prospect of the Blazing Kingsmen. He’ll help you with whatever you need.” Sandra said as she linked arms with me, pulling me along. Blazing Kingsmen? What does that EVEN mean, I wonder.
We got to a mustang and the prospect opened the door for me. Then he got into the driver’s seat as Sandra mounted her bike. Sandra looked at me and smiled, “ Jester is going to take you home. I have some business to attend to.” She rode away and left me with Jester. The ride to my dad’s house was silent except for a few things said between the two of us I was doing before and how long I was staying. When we finally reached the house, I thanked Jester for his help in carrying my luggage to my old room and then decided to rest before heading to the bar. Jester waved as he pulled away and I fell asleep for a while. When I woke up it was close to six o'clock and I needed to get going.
Looking for something to wear to the bar, I pulled out a pair of distressed blue jeans and found a black, studded halter top with the red Hell On Wheels logo on the front of it with the red lettering on the back in Sandra’s closet, then put on a pair of high-heeled boots. I knew if I showed up wearing my usual cardigans and skirts people would look at me strangely. I grabbed my keys and portfolio, then walked out the door. The bar was a couple of blocks away and I didn’t want to be late for my first initial meeting with dad. I walked up the sidewalk and past an auto body shop that had a graffiti sign that read King’s Court. That’s new. I don’t think it was there before last time I came back.
As I was about to cross the street, a biker rode past at a high speed, almost hitting me and causing me to jump out of the way. “Hey moron, did you just learn to ride? You almost hit me,jerk!” As he was turning into the body shop he slowed down and stared back at me with dark eyes and a smile curled up on his face. I bit my lip and swallowed. I couldn’t help but notice how he carried himself to such a robust standard, he reeked power; leadership. As he dismounted his bike, his eyes continued to watch me, looking me up and down like he was watching his prey.
He was smoldering hot with his jet black hair, slightly ruffled, probably from either riding or running his hands through it. Either way, it gave him a sexy, bad boy image and went well with his leather jacket and tattoos. He looked like he had just walked off the cover of a magazine.A real Adonis and I am sure he was trouble with a capital ‘T’, there was no doubt in my mind. Quickly, I picked up the pace, still feeling him boring holes in my back. Who the hell was that? Shaking at the thought of those eyes that were dark and full of mischief, that held me captive, made my pulse jump, and feel things I had never thought capable, I, reluctantly went into the bar. I can’t believe I was intrigued by a bad boy biker. Seriously, Esma. Get serious. You want nothing to do with that kind. They’re trouble.
I walked past the bar and noticed a group of guys sitting at a table talking to my sister. I got closer and saw their jackets all had the same design on them, a crown engulfed in flames and stitching that read: Blazing Kingmen, which I realized were bikers. I walked back to my dad's office and sat down. " So I'm here." He came out and hugged me, crushing me in his hug as he picked me up and spun me around. Then he grabbed my face and placed a kiss on my hairline. " My baby is finally home." I shook my head and decided not to beat around the bush, " No dad, I am only staying as long as it takes to get your business back on track. I have a life back home in Tallahasse." He nodded then shooed me out of his seat. " Go tend some bar, girl." I headed out to help Sandra. "I'll call you back for the meeting." He said after he sat down.
