here I was. Stuck.
At first, it was easy to just fuck her quickly, leave and forget about it. I dealt with it like I did all club business. Do the business necessary, leave, and move on. And it wasn’t too hard at all.
But now? Now that I met Daisy, now that all I could think about was finding a way to fit Daisy into my life, it all seemed so wrong and inappropriate.
I would have loved to have someone to talk to about it, Reaper perhaps, or even Sandman, hell, he was the one I was protecting in this situation, but I couldn’t tell them. Not yet anyway. Not till I found a way out of it.
I walked around a few blocks with lil’ Mike sniffing intensely at something new and exciting every two feet. Walking him took forever, as he waddled along, snorting and sniffing and making his way as excruciatingly slowly as he could through life.
Sometimes I wished the brothers had given us a dog that was a little more athletic, a little quicker on his feet, a lab, maybe. But I looked down at him, and my heart filled with love for the little bastard, and I smiled. He had it easy, and I wondered if he even knew it sometimes. Laying around all day while people rubbed you and fed you seemed like a pretty good life. Nobody made any demands on him, and that was the thing I envied the most.
It seemed like somebody always wanted something from me.
When we finally made it back home, I noticed a man I didn’t recognize sitting in a black car across the street. He looked like a cop, but he was dressed in regular clothes, as far as I could tell. I felt his eyes on me, and I turned to meet his gaze. I was certain I had never seen him before. He looked away after a short moment, and turned his attention down the street behind me.
The outlaw life made you constantly on guard, and while his actions were innocent, there was something about him that didn’t feel right.
I put lil’ Mike in the house, collected my gear, and locked up. He was still there when I got on my bike and drove off. When I reached the stop sign on the corner, I hesitated briefly to see if he would follow me, and sure enough, he pulled out of his parking space slowly as I turned right onto the main street, into heavy traffic.
I drove a few miles, watching him follow me in my mirror. I wove through traffic a bit, and then turned right, the opposite direction from the clubhouse, to see if he would follow. He did, even cutting into two lanes of traffic to be able to turn after me.
I pulled into the grocery store parking lot a few blocks up and cut off my bike. Discreetly watching in my rearview mirror, I sat on my bike a moment, instead of getting off right away. I pulled my cell phone from the inside pocket of my cut, and pretended to text while I watched his car pull into a parking spot a few aisles away.
He watched me for a moment before getting out of his car and going into the grocery store. He wore khaki cargo shorts, hiking boots and a white polo shirt. He had a cop haircut, his brown hair cropped short and close to his head. He looked over at me a few times as he walked across the parking lot, but he saw I was watching him, and he quickly looked away each time before disappearing into the store.
I sat there a few minutes, but he didn’t come back out right away.
It was obvious he was following me, and he obviously knew where I lived. I wasn’t about to make it easy for him, though. I started up my bike again and made my way to the clubhouse. If he wanted to keep following me, he would have to find me again.
When I reached the clubhouse, I sought out Reaper, who was in his usual place behind the bar with a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
“Hey buddy, how’s it going today?”
“It’s slow and quiet around here today, boss,” he replied, pouring me a shot without asking.
“Hey, I was wondering if you could watch Rosie tonight for a few hours?” I asked.
“Tonight? Yeah, sure of
At first, it was easy to just fuck her quickly, leave and forget about it. I dealt with it like I did all club business. Do the business necessary, leave, and move on. And it wasn’t too hard at all.
But now? Now that I met Daisy, now that all I could think about was finding a way to fit Daisy into my life, it all seemed so wrong and inappropriate.
I would have loved to have someone to talk to about it, Reaper perhaps, or even Sandman, hell, he was the one I was protecting in this situation, but I couldn’t tell them. Not yet anyway. Not till I found a way out of it.
I walked around a few blocks with lil’ Mike sniffing intensely at something new and exciting every two feet. Walking him took forever, as he waddled along, snorting and sniffing and making his way as excruciatingly slowly as he could through life.
Sometimes I wished the brothers had given us a dog that was a little more athletic, a little quicker on his feet, a lab, maybe. But I looked down at him, and my heart filled with love for the little bastard, and I smiled. He had it easy, and I wondered if he even knew it sometimes. Laying around all day while people rubbed you and fed you seemed like a pretty good life. Nobody made any demands on him, and that was the thing I envied the most.
It seemed like somebody always wanted something from me.
When we finally made it back home, I noticed a man I didn’t recognize sitting in a black car across the street. He looked like a cop, but he was dressed in regular clothes, as far as I could tell. I felt his eyes on me, and I turned to meet his gaze. I was certain I had never seen him before. He looked away after a short moment, and turned his attention down the street behind me.
The outlaw life made you constantly on guard, and while his actions were innocent, there was something about him that didn’t feel right.
I put lil’ Mike in the house, collected my gear, and locked up. He was still there when I got on my bike and drove off. When I reached the stop sign on the corner, I hesitated briefly to see if he would follow me, and sure enough, he pulled out of his parking space slowly as I turned right onto the main street, into heavy traffic.
I drove a few miles, watching him follow me in my mirror. I wove through traffic a bit, and then turned right, the opposite direction from the clubhouse, to see if he would follow. He did, even cutting into two lanes of traffic to be able to turn after me.
I pulled into the grocery store parking lot a few blocks up and cut off my bike. Discreetly watching in my rearview mirror, I sat on my bike a moment, instead of getting off right away. I pulled my cell phone from the inside pocket of my cut, and pretended to text while I watched his car pull into a parking spot a few aisles away.
He watched me for a moment before getting out of his car and going into the grocery store. He wore khaki cargo shorts, hiking boots and a white polo shirt. He had a cop haircut, his brown hair cropped short and close to his head. He looked over at me a few times as he walked across the parking lot, but he saw I was watching him, and he quickly looked away each time before disappearing into the store.
I sat there a few minutes, but he didn’t come back out right away.
It was obvious he was following me, and he obviously knew where I lived. I wasn’t about to make it easy for him, though. I started up my bike again and made my way to the clubhouse. If he wanted to keep following me, he would have to find me again.
When I reached the clubhouse, I sought out Reaper, who was in his usual place behind the bar with a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
“Hey buddy, how’s it going today?”
“It’s slow and quiet around here today, boss,” he replied, pouring me a shot without asking.
“Hey, I was wondering if you could watch Rosie tonight for a few hours?” I asked.
“Tonight? Yeah, sure of
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