I wondered if the life of a biker chick was as exciting as my first 12 hours with Steel had been. I’d nearly witnessed a shootout, got chased by cops, broke into a house, almost got busted by the homeowner and were on the run once again.

Most people would have been trying to figure out what the hell they were thinking riding off with the biker, but not me. The feelings of arousal that I’d felt the day before were just as overpowering as they had been. I didn’t regret a single choice I made. I didn’t regret what had happened or what was happening now. As a matter of fact, I was having a blast and loving every minute. To be taken by a strong, powerful man had been a dream come true. It was a true fantasy played out. I never wanted these rides to end.

We’d been traveling for close to three hours in some random direction. It was random to me, at least. Steel obviously knew where he was headed, but as we passed exit signs, I’d never heard of any of the places.

Eventually, we took an exit and pulled into a diner. It was the kind of place that people often referred to as greasy spoon restaurants. I hadn’t eaten at a place like that since I was a kid and memories of huge dripping cheeseburgers and milkshakes flooded my mind, making my mouth water. Since I hadn’t got to finish my breakfast, I was starving.

There were bikes all over the parking lot. I’d never seen so many motorcycles in one place at one time. When we walked in, the entire restaurant was filled with bikers and their girls. They weren’t sitting together, though. The bikers were sitting on one side of the restaurant, near the counters, while the girls were in the booths on the other side.

“I need to talk to some of my guys for a bit and you can’t hear this shit. Why don’t you go over with the girls and talk to them?”

“Okay,” I replied, not sure what I would have to say to any of the women there, but the fact that he brought me there had to be a good sign that he wasn’t going to just toss me aside, so I decided to just go for it.

Steel was already involved in a deep private conversation by the time I walked across the room to where the girls were sitting.

“Hello,” I said, feeling suddenly self-conscious when all the eyes turned to me. “I’m Sara. I’m here with Steel.”

The women looked at me like I had two heads. Some of them even snickered and whispered amongst themselves.

“Well, aren’t you just a cute little Barbie doll?” one of them said.

“You sure you’re in the right place?” another chuckled.

I was confused by the comments I was hearing. I was a woman there with a biker, just like all of them. Did some of them like Steel or something? Did they see me as a threat to them? Then it hit me. It wasn’t those things at all. It was what I was wearing. I was standing there in a cute little summer dress while they were all clad in leather with tight, ripped jeans. I was completely out of place and they were going to make sure I knew it.

If I was going to be hanging around, I was going to need some new clothes in order to fit into my new lifestyle. I wanted to make Steel happy so I made a mental note to ask him later how he’d like me to dress for him.

I decided that attempting to hold any kind of conversation with the girls wasn’t going to work. Not while I was dressed up as Suzy fucking Homemaker. I found a spot at a rear booth and sat there by myself, just watching the things that were happening around me. It was all quite fascinating, really. There was a definite rule to things when the bikers were together.

After sitting in the booth for about twenty minutes, a waitress came up to the table and sat a cheeseburger, fries, and chocolate shake in front of me.

“Your old man thought you might be hungry,” she whispered.

“Oh, thank you so much.”

“Hey, don’t let these broads in here bother you,” she said, leaning right into my ear. “They’re just jealous that they’re not as pretty as you. I can see it in their faces.”

I smiled, feeling my cheeks reddening in embarrassment and flattery. That would explain a lot of the dirty looks I was still receiving. After hearing the kind words from the waitress, I decided I wasn’t going to let the other girls get to me. I sat there and enjoyed my food and it tasted every bit as good as I remembered it. My life had changed so much over the years and it was nice to have a little bit of a blast from the past that I’d missed so much.

I was still working on my milkshake when the bikers split off and made their way over to our side of the restaurant. Steel slid into the booth across from me.

“Didn’t find anyone to talk to?”

“I don’t think I’m quite what they’re used to,” I replied, which caused Steel to laugh.

“Yeah, you’re fucking right about that. Listen, there’s a lot of heat on us right now so we just need to go hide out somewhere until the heat dies down.”

I just nodded, knowing that I would go with Steel wherever he wanted to go. It didn’t matter where it was, as long as I had my big, strong biker.

After taking one last sip of my shake, Steel said goodbye to his friends and we were back on the open road. I didn’t know where we were going. I didn’t care. It didn’t matter. All I knew was that this was a life I could get used to quickly. I sure as hell didn’t miss being in my cramped office listening to why organic baby food was better than regular.

We’d only been riding for about ten minutes when we sped past a patrol car that was tucked just off the side of the road where we couldn’t see him.

“Fuck,” Steel yelled. “I hope he was just taking a break and wasn’t working his radar.”

I looked behind us and sure enough, the car had pulled out from the hiding spot and was now behind us. Within seconds, he had his lights lit up and his siren on. Once again, Steel pulled back on the throttle and we sped off. We were averaging one high speed chase per day.

We were being chased by the patrol car and he was gaining on us quickly.

“This is not the time for a chase,” he yelled to me. “I’m going to pull over and let him take me in.”

“What? Why?”

“Just trust me, okay?”

He slowed the bike and pulled over onto the shoulder. Two police officers jumped out of their car and started to cautiously make their way towards us. They hadn’t drawn their weapons, but their hands were resting on them.

Steel gave me a look that told me something was up, but I had no idea what it was. The entire situation was as tense as could be. I didn’t know what he had up his sleeve.

“I want you to hit redial and tell whoever answers that I’m being arrested just north of mile marker 14,” he told me as he handed me a cell phone. “The guys will know what to do.”

He got off the bike, raised his hands into the air, and casually walked towards the approaching police officers. I hit redial on the phone as fast I could.

“Yeah?” a deep, gravelly voiced answered.

“Steel is being arrested just north of mile marker 14. He told me to call and tell you.”

“Got it,” he replied before abruptly disconnecting the call. I thought it was weird.

One of the officers was on his radio, already calling for backup. I thought it was weird to do so since it was only he and I there and I sure as hell wasn’t any kind of threat. Whatever Steel was going to do, he was going to have to do quickly, unless his plan was just to get his warrant taken care of. I had no clue because he hadn’t told me anything.

Steel was searched, handcuffed, and placed into the back of the police car. I was just standing by the Harley. Even though I was with him, the officers seemed to have no interest in me whatsoever, which was more than fine by me. All they were focused on was asking him a bunch of questions.

If he was being arrested, what did that mean for me? Was I just going to be left at the side of the road? Was this the end of the line for Steel and I?

In the distance, I saw more blue lights heading in our direction. The backup was arriving. Steel was in deep shit.