Chapter 3
Marco
I was talking to Gunner at the bar. Some of the other guys, including Hunter, had started playing pool some distance away. The scene in Rusty Pelican was the usual. It was smokey from cigarettes, the music was loud, the drinks were free-flowing. From the outside, the place would have looked like a rowdy drinking hole full of gruff looking men and skimpily clad women, to me, just like the other guys, this place was like home. And I didn’t even officially belong here!
“Man, I miss it sometimes,” Gunner was saying. We both had a military past, and we liked to reminisce about it, every time we had the chance.
“I don’t get a chance to miss it. I have a reminder on a daily basis,” I said and looked down at my leg which he knew was a prosthetic. With my jeans on, of course, nobody could tell unless they really knew. Gunner squared his shoulders and breathed in deeply.
“But what do we have to show for it now, you know? Other than your leg getting blown off, what else did you get for serving your country?” Gunner continued and shook his head.
“I gave up being bitter about it, a long time ago. I did what I wanted to do, it was my choice, and most importantly, I knew what I was getting into. I didn’t join with a certificate of warranty that I was going to come out of it all in one piece,” I said and took a large gulp of my beer.
Gunner was watching me through narrowed eyes. I guessed he was trying to figure out if I was being honest with myself. I was. I had spent too much time already, feeling sorry for myself. It had been of no use to me. Now, I had decided to lead my life the best way that I could.
“You know, we should talk to Axel about you,” he said abruptly, while I bobbed my head lightly to the bass.
“Talk to Axel about what? Getting me kicked out of this place? Do I hang around here too much?” I said with a laugh. Gunner grinned and shook his head.
“The MC could use more guys like you,” he said, and I crossed my brows in surprise. Nobody yet had spoken about me joining the MC. I didn’t even know if I had anything left to offer them.
“I don’t know…” I began to say, but Gunner had interrupted me.
“With your military background, and the shipments coming in from the Fallen Idols; we could use your experience, man,” he said, and I could feel a lump form in my throat. I hadn’t considered this before, not seriously anyway. I knew I liked hanging around here, in the company of these men who were brothers to my best friend, but not once had I really thought about being a part of the club.
Tank had walked up to us, and he thumped Gunner on his back and shook my hand. While Gunner turned to talk to his friend about some business, it gave me a chance to think for a moment.
Did I really have it in me to get involved with these guys? To do their work?
I had my brows crossed, and the beer bottle at my lips, when the doors of the bar opened and in walked a girl who I couldn’t take my eyes off of. I lowered the bottle from my mouth in slow motion, as I followed her with my eyes.
She was looking around the bar like she was looking for someone and then she started weaving around the tables and towards me. I thought I imagined it, because why would a woman who looked like her, be in a place like this?
Long blond hair that grazed the sides of her arms. She had it neatly parted in the center, and tucked in behind her ears. Her hair shone like spun gold, smooth and silky. Her eyes were large and blue, the color of a clear summer sky.
She was in a short printed pink dress, with a fitted red leather jacket on top, to match the wine colored ankle boots she had on. Her legs were endlessly long, her waist was slender, just like her shoulders. She had the most delicious bow-shaped lips.
I realized I was staring when she caught my eye, and I looked away. She could be someone’s woman here, and I didn’t want to piss any of the guys off by checking out their old lady.
It was when she came over and sat down beside me at the bar, that I got a whiff of her feminine floral perfume. It made me giddy with desire. Or was it the alcohol?
Ever since I’d returned from Iraq, I had barely even looked at a woman. It seemed like I had no interested in fucking anymore. Big boobs did nothing for me, the lure of a wet pussy had nothing to offer. It had been all about my leg, all about getting better. That was all I had focused my energy on. The only woman in my life for the past year; had been my physical therapist and she was my best friend’s girlfriend and one of the sweetest girls I knew.
So this woman sitting beside me, with her long legs crossed on the bar stool, her golden hair flipped over her shoulder, with earrings dangling in her hair—stumped me. I didn’t know why I had the reaction I was having. What was so different about her, other than her smashing body and suckable lips, that made my blood run hot in my veins?
There were hundreds of smoking hot women I’d bumped into and seen in the past year, why had this one, sitting beside me at the bar, suddenly woken me up?