(Sven)

Fucking hell I was a few steps away from walking through that door, I would have had her. I could just picture it now, as soon as I walk in I push her up against the wall and kiss her. I’d run my hand up that tight little body of hers and pull her against me. God it pisses me off just thinking about the chance I just missed, I fucking needed that.

She was gorgeous. I’ve seen some pretty girls before but never someone that caught my eye the same way Emma did.

Those soft and round lips, that delicate young face, those hips and ass, not to mention perky tits that just wouldn’t quit on you. I could tell from the way she talked that she wasn’t a ditz, in a town like this she was a damn diamond in the rough. I knew I had to have her, I knew I’d make her mine. But I couldn’t scare her away, a girl like that finds out what kind of guy I am and they run for the hills.

God it took all my self control not to just take her right there, to just ignore the call from Saul and bring her in and kiss her, feeling her melt in my arms the same way so many other girls have done before.

I adjusted my jeans as the wind hit my face, it was hard to not feel something down there when thinking about her. I would be back for her, and it would all be worth it when I got to unwrap her like a present, throw those clothes on the floor and feel her all night.

I pulled up back to the bar to see Saul waiting for me, boy he looked pissed I took so long.

“You were supposed to meet me here” Saul said as I turned my bike off. “What I leave you alone in a bar for half an hour and you go off and get your dick sucked or something.”

“I was busy, I’m here now ain’t I.”

“So what’s the dude’s name” he said jokingly.

“HER name is Emma, and I’m sure I’ll be seeing a lot more of her soon. Thanks to your little call I didn’t exactly get what I wanted.”

“Just don’t let her distract you from what we’re here for. Last thing I need is Walsh getting his fucking undies in a twist because he thinks we aren’t busting our asses up here.”

I wanted to say that Walsh could go fuck himself. He was the leader of our club, the former chapter leader gave the title to him and to this day I still don’t know why. Walsh would be nothing without men like me around him, the bastard thought he was such hot shit that he didn’t seem to realize that. Walsh never liked me, I wasn’t sure if it was because I was third generation and he was first, if it was because of some kind of jealousy of my father, or if he just didn’t like me as a person but he always treated me like shit. When my father died serving the brotherhood Walsh offered no condolences, even though at the time I was just a kid, as far as I was concerned Walsh’s desires meant fuck all to me.

I shook those thoughts out of my head, trying to get myself back on track.

“You need to learn to get yourself a good distraction once in awhile Saul, especially one that looks as good as that girl. Jesus christ what I would do to get my hands on that.”

“Women just take up time and energy, you know that as well as I do.”

“This girl can take up as much of my time as she wants, as long as she does it in the right way” I said with a grin. “You’ll see, she’s gonna be worth it. She has the brain to go along with that body I can tell.”

“I’ll see you fall flat on your face when you find out she’s like every other broad that wants a quick ride with a dangerous guy before pussying out when she finds a handgun in your sock drawer and blood on your knuckles.” he replied. “If you think she’s got a good head on your shoulders then maybe she’ll have half a mind to call the cops on you, then it’s all of our asses that’ll go to jail for the shit we’ve done. We’ve got a good thing going here, don’t let us or the Freedom Riders down.”

“Whatever. Did Barron find the guys or what?”

“Ohhhh he found them, you better believe he found them. Why else would I blow your phone up like that to get your ass over here. Now come on, we gotta head out.”

Barron was the third guy in our trio, and the three of us were always stuck doing this kind job. I may not have grown accustomed to putting a bullet in a man, maybe I never will, but finding our target and knowing what I was doing for the MC gave me a rush like you wouldn’t believe.

The three of us were part of the Freedom Riders Motorcycle Club based down in, you guessed it, Boston.

We had been coming to this little town because believe it or not this whole area helped supply the greater Boston area with methamphetamine. Real fucking good crystal, or so I’ve heard, I’ve personally never tried the stuff. There were so many forests and mountains in this area that you could build up a lab in the middle of nowhere and nobody would find out. Less paranoid meth cooks means a better product.

The Freedom Riders had a monopoly on the stuff and these guys stopped meeting their production quotas a while ago. When we asked for our money back we were met with a big “fuck you” so now we gotta clear these bastards out and bring in our own people. All they had to do was give us our money back, they never make it easy.

We did this kind of stuff to make sure the club kept its power, we rarely recruited. To be a Freedom Rider you had to be related to one, my dad was a Rider, and his dad before him. I took a lot of pride in that.

If Barron found the guys we were looking for then maybe I’d be able to leave this town early. If that’s the case then it would be a shame, I would probably only be able to get a quick fuck out of Emma before heading back down to Boston. Yeah that’s what I wanted but I was also hoping for something a little more regular. Can’t get that if I’m leaving town so soon.

Maybe I could take her to Boston and show her the life, to have a girl like Emma draped around me while walking down old town Boston? I’d make every man in the city jealous.

Nah, the second she sees what I really do for this club she’ll run away just like all the other broads. Sauly is probably right…