Without any hesitation, the biker pulled away from me and was out the door just as quickly as he had come in. Although I felt like I was in a daze, almost as though I was completely separated from my body, I followed behind him so I could see what was going on. What kind of trouble could there possibly be at a tiny motel in the middle of nowhere?

I was lightheaded and surprised by how aroused I was. I never considered myself to be that kind of girl, but being bad had been sexy as fuck. I was just disappointed that he hadn’t been able to finish what he started. That was okay, though. I was already thinking about how I’d finish it myself later once I got back to my room.

Apparently his name was Steel. At least that was what the biker who’d come bursting into the restroom called him. The name fit him, too, because he was as solid as steel.

Once I made it back into the lobby, I could see the bikers huddled together just inside the bar area, except for the one who had been in the bathroom with Katie. He came running out, trying to zip himself up as he moved to join the others.

Through the front window, I could see that a local police cruiser had pulled up in front of the hotel. Two officers got out of the car. I was surprised by how young the two of them looked. If it wouldn’t have been for the cop car, I would have been positive they were two high school kids dressed in a police uniform.

After exiting their cruiser, the two officers were checking out the motorcycles in the parking lot, the chrome glistening in the moonlight above. One by one, the inspected each bike with their flashlights before radioing in the plate number of each one, which I assumed was either to figure out of they were stolen or had any kind of alerts out.

They were outside with the motorcycles for close to a half-hour. I wondered if it was because they were actually doing police work for that long or if they were intimidated by the fact that there were bikers inside and were trying to wait as long as possible before they had to confront them.

Eventually, the two officers moved away from the bike and started to approach the door. They were moving slowly and looked way out of their element. I giggled to myself at the fact that these men who were supposed to protect the public looked as though they were going to piss themselves.

“All right, boys. We know how this works by now. Stay calm and everything is gonna be fine,” Steel said to the rest of his crew, who nodded and hung onto every word he said.

The officers opened the door and casually walked through the lobby and into the bar, where the group of bikers were waiting for them.

“Gentlemen,” the cops said.

“Officers,” Steel replied.

“We’ve got some bad news. We’re gonna have to ask you to come with us,” the younger looking of the officers told Steel.

“And why in the hell would I want to do that?”

“Come on, man. You know the drill. We’ve got a warrant for your arrest so we’re gonna need to bring you in.”

“A warrant? Just the one?” Steel asked, which caused the bikers to burst out in laughter.

Was Steel a criminal? Having multiple arrest warrants seemed to be a laughing matter for him. I wondered what it was he had done. It must have been bad for the cops to come and arrest him while he’s out drinking. I wondered what kind of history he had.

“Clint, we don’t want any trouble here. Just come with us and let’s get this taken care of,” the other officer said more matter of factly.

“First of all, don’t call me Clint. The name on the patch is Steel and you will address me accordingly. I’ve given you nothing but respect and appreciate the same in return.”

“You’re giving us respect? We’re giving you a lawful order and asking you to come with us and you’re giving us grief. We’re just doing our jobs and like my partner here already said, we’re not looking for any trouble.”

“Well if that’s true, if you really don’t want any trouble, the best thing you and your partner can do right now is get out of here and pretend you never saw us.”

“I’m afraid we can’t do that. We’ve already called this in and we’ve got all the plate numbers out front. Come on man, let’s do this the easy way and get it all sorted out. There’s no need to have to do things the hard way.”

“The hard way? Are you threatening me? Like I said, if you don’t want any trouble, you should just leave.”

Whether it was inexperience or just plain stupidity, I had no idea, but even I knew that pulling out your weapon at that moment was just about the dumbest thing you could do, but that didn’t stop one of the officers from doing it anyway.

“Come with me now, Clint. Don’t make me use this,” the officer said.

“Smith, what the fuck are you doing?” his partner asked. “Holster your fucking weapon.”

“Fuck that, I’m sick of these fucking biker types thinking they can ride into town, do whatever the fuck they want, and have no consequences for the actions. It stops tonight. Now put your hands behind your back, Clint, because you’re coming with us.”

I held my breathe as the already volatile situation had just turned potentially deadly.

“All right, all right, I guess you guys win this time,” Steel told them. “But I’m pretty sure I asked you to address me by the proper name.”

“The name on the warrant is Clint, asshole, so that’s what I’m going to call you,” the office said, growing cockier now that Steel was doing what he was told. “Now let me see your fucking hands, Clint!”

That seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back. All Steel wanted was to be shown respect by the officers and while one had been as respectful as could be, the cocky son of a bitch definitely crossed a line and before he knew it, three of the bikers had drawn their weapons and had them trained directly on the cops.

“The name is Steel, mother fucker, you think you can remember that?”

“Yes, I’m sorry.”

“Are you married?”

“No.”

“Got a girlfriend?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Because if you call me Clint one more time, I’m going to cut off your dick and mail it to her, do you understand me?”

The officer could no longer speak because he was basically frozen in fear. Instead he just shook his head up and down in agreement.

The tension in the air was so thick, it could almost be cut with a knife. I felt like I should try to get back to my room in case bullets started flying, but I thought that any sudden movements might only escalate the issue.

“This could have ended much better for you boys,” Steel continued. “You could have listened and been on your way. Instead, you have to wonder how happy the trigger fingers are behind me. I’m going to give you one more chance to get the fuck out of here and drive away. If you can’t do that, I can’t be responsible for how my boys choose to handle you.”

Slowly, the police officer put his gun back in its holster and the two cops started slowly backing away from the bikers and made their way towards the doors. The bikers never lowered their weapons, instead opting to leave them trained on the officers in case they decided to try anything.

They had a look of panic on their face once they reached the doors. The cocky officer fell hard to the floor because his partner had opened the door before he had a chance to come in contact with it.

Once outside, the cops turned and ran to their patrol as fast as their legs would take them. The bikers ran through the lobby and outside after the officers. They shot their guns wildly into the air as the cops slid in the gravel, covering their heads to avoid what they thought was bullets coming at them.

Eventually, they made it to their patrol car as the bikers continued to fire their guns. The officers backed out as fast as they could, throwing up gravel as they sped off. The bikers were yelling something incoherent at the officers for flinging the rocks at their bikes, but the cop car was nothing but taillights within seconds.

The group of bikers checked on their motorcycles before coming back inside, laughing and joking about how they should have made the cops squeal like the little piggies they are.

Almost as if drawn to him by some sort of power, they all surrounded Steel and quieted down, waiting for his next instructions.

“Time to go boys,” was the only thing he said, remaining incredibly calm in a situation where anyone else’s nerves would have been shot.