Later that same evening, the clubhouse was full, loud, and the air itself was charged with energy. Jigsaw, the man with no real name, and no background, had just been patched into the Southside Skulls. He was making the rounds at the party, slapping hands, bumping knuckles, doing shots, taking hits from every available joint and smoking one cigarette after the other. It was his night off and tomorrow he'd start his new job...following a piece of shit low-level drug dealer around. He wasn't looking forward to it, but the patch on his back and the confidence that said Dax had in him, made it all okay.

“Hey!” He felt a hard slap to his back and turned to face a guy they called BB. They'd named him that after they found out he was in a long-distance relationship with his high school sweetheart. She was in the Air Force of all things and stationed in Texas at the moment. BB traveled as often as his work at the club would allow him, to see her. But, in the interim, he refused to cheat on her. No matter how the girls threw themselves at him, and they did, he refused. The guys needled him, called him gay and pussy whipped and everything else they could think of, but he still refused to give in. He said the only way any of them would even understand his need and desire to wait for his Addie, would be to fuck her themselves. Of course after he said that, he always added, “If you ever even think about it, I'll kill all of you fuckers.” Despite his love and devotion to “his” Addie, the guys knew he not only meant it, but he'd have no qualms about doing it at all. BB stood for “Blue Balls,” and sometimes Jigsaw wondered if those blue balls were what made him so fucking mean. “So, no more prospect, huh? This means I have to get my own fucking beer now?”

Jigsaw smiled. “Nah BB, I'll still grab you a beer.”

“That's what I'm talking about,” BB said, as Jigsaw made his way around behind the bar. He reached under the counter into the tub of ice and pulled out a Modelo. BB was the only guy in the club that drank Modelo, the rest of them refused to drink that “foreign shit.” When Jigsaw stood back up with the beer in his hand he saw a guy he didn't know sitting on the stool next to BB. There was something familiar about him though. It was a strange feeling he got sometimes that other people might call Déjà vu, but in his case, might be an actual memory. The guy was average looking, five-eleven, big belly, long brown beard, long brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, pockmarked skin that said adolescence had been tough...there was nothing unusual about him, except that the kutte he was wearing had a small patch on the front that wasn't a skull. His patch was a depiction of a horse with a skeleton dressed like a knight straddling it. Jigsaw didn't recognize those colors and he was curious to get a look at the big patch on the back of the kutte.

“Still drinking that Mexican shit, huh?” the bearded man said to BB as Jigsaw pried the top off the bottle of Modelo and sat it down in front of the biker. BB picked it up and took a long pull off the beer and said,

“Fuck you, Sidewinder. What are you doing here anyways?”

The other guy shrugged. “Dax summoned me. He summons, I come.” BB looked like he had something else to say but Sidewinder's attention was focused on Jigsaw then. He was staring at the name on Jigsaw's kutte. “Jigsaw, huh? You a mechanic or...construction worker or some shit?”

“Nah, I like puzzles,” Jigsaw said. Sidewinder chuckled, but he was staring at Jigsaw's face now.

“I know you, kid?” It was the first time that anyone who looked or sounded familiar to him had even hinted at knowing him. Jigsaw tried not to get too excited as he said,

“You might. Where ya from?”

“I'm a Knightrider,” he said. “A nomad.”

“Nomad,” BB snorted. “I guess that sounds better than, odd job doer.”

“You should know,” Sidewinder said. “Dax still got you sitting security on bakery and preschool? Sounds like fascinating work.”

“Fuck you,” BB said. The two men seemed more comfortable insulting and arguing with each other than they did angry. BB liked the insulting banter, it was what he did best. He did work security for the club's businesses in town, there wasn't a preschool, but Sidewinder was obviously as good as talking shit as BB was.

“Hey baby, dance with me.” Kimber appeared at Jigsaw's side. She'd had more to drink than she normally did, so she was feeling good. Jigsaw put his arm around her and realized she felt good in more ways than one. Just being close to her made his cock stand up and take notice. It danced around in his shorts when he touched her. He couldn't remember any fucking thing, but he was pretty sure he'd never felt this way about anyone else.

“Sure baby,” he said, before looking back at BB. Sidewinder was staring again, only now at Kimber. Jigsaw frowned but didn't say anything. “I'll catch up with you later, BB. Enjoy that Modelo and start looking for a new prospect to serve you from now on.”

BB laughed his deep, two-packs-of-cigarettes-a-day laugh but before he could say anything Sidewinder said, “Damn, I must know you from somewhere because even your girl looks familiar.”

Jigsaw raised an eyebrow and looked at Kimber. “You know this guy, baby?”

She shrugged. “What's your name?”

“Sidewinder.”

“I don't think so,” she said. “Maybe you've seen me here on the ranch before?”

“He ain't been around in a couple of years,” BB said. “You've only been here what? A year?”

“Yeah. Where you from?”

“Jersey.”

Jigsaw saw the look on her face change, subtly to something that looked like concern, but it changed back just as quickly. She shrugged again and said, “Never been to Jersey. Come on baby, let's dance.”

Sidewinder watched them all the way out to the little dance floor in the great room. Jigsaw was tempted to go back over and tell him to put his fucking eyes back in his head, but he looked at Kimber and saw that look of concern again. He pulled her into his chest and she wrapped her arms up around his neck and he said “Baby, doesn't your sister, Natalie live in Jersey?”

She nodded into his chest. Kimber's sister left home when they were teenagers. She took off with a biker and has lived with him in New Jersey since. Kimber hadn't seen her since she left, but Jigsaw often heard her end of the telephone conversations they had once a month or so. When he and Kimber first got together, her sister had been upset over her boyfriend of seven years just picking up and leaving her and the club. But, over the past few months it seemed like things were better. Kimber didn't really like talking about her family or her childhood, so most of the time, Jigsaw left it alone. He didn't know any more about her sister than that, but now his curiosity was peaked. “Does she look like you?”

Kimber nodded again. “She used to anyways. I haven't seen her in a long time and the last picture she sent me was almost three years ago. But yeah, people used to tell us that we looked a lot alike.”

“Well, that's probably why he thinks you look familiar. Is her MC called Knightriders?”

“Yeah, that's it. He probably knows her.” Jigsaw could tell from the tone of her voice that fact bothered her.

“Is that a bad thing?”

She sighed and stopped swaying to look up at his face. “Can we talk about this when we get upstairs?”

“Of course. I'm about finished with this party, so I'm ready whenever you are.”

She lay her head back into his chest and said, “Finish dancing with me first.”

Jigsaw gladly pulled her curvy body back into his. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and a short, black leather skirt with a pair of long, black leather boots. The four inches of black fishnet between her boots and skirt had been driving him crazy all night. He couldn't wait to peel them off her. He held her tightly and they swayed together in time with the music until the song ended. When it did, instead of letting her go, he dipped his head down and caught her lips and they shared a hot, passionate kiss. When he could finally pull himself away he said, “Why don't you go up and wait for me, baby. I'm just going to thank Dax again and say goodnight.”

Kimber smiled seductively and said, “Okay, but don't take too long. I'll be waiting...”

“Just make sure you're waiting with those fishnet's still on. I've been dying to take them off you all night.” She giggled and got on her toes and kissed his cheek before winking at him and saying, “Hurry.” He watched her go upstairs, appreciating every step until she was out of sight. Then feeling slightly bad about his lie, he went over toward where BB and Sidewinder were still sitting at the bar. He didn't lie to her often, and in this case it was to spare her any discomfort, but he was wildly curious about the coincidence of Sidewinder being from the same MC as Kimber's sister. The fact that the man also thought he knew Jigsaw was what drove him to ask, “Hey Sidewinder, you know a girl named Natalie?”

He screwed up his face and said, “I'm not big on names, especially girls, especially if I ain't sleeping with them...”

“Bullshit, you don't know the names of the ones you sleep with,” BB said.

“Why are you asking?” Jigsaw didn't want to talk about Kimber's business behind her back so he said,

“Just a girl I know from a club out there in Jersey. I thought that might be why my girl and I look familiar to you.”

Jigsaw could see BB with his eyebrow raised out of the corner of his eye. He didn't say anything though and Jigsaw appreciated it. He tried to keep the fact that he had no past within the club and his small circle of friends. “Maybe so,” Sidewinder said. “I'll think on it.”

“How long will you be here in town?”

He shrugged. “Depends on what Dax is looking for. My Prez gave me the go-ahead to help him out for as long as he needs me.” He took a sip of his drink and with a sinister smile he said, “He ain't told me what he wants me for yet, probably to help old BB out. The preschool is probably too much for him and he needs me to blow it up.”

“Fuck you,” BB said. Jigsaw made his escape before the two crotchety bikers pulled him into their argument. Every day brought a fragment of something new about his past, but this was the first time that he got a feeling it really meant something. As he climbed the stairs to meet his sexy old lady in their room, he began to wonder if maybe it was time to meet the family.