REMEMBER ME: GODS OF CHAOS MC by Honey Palomino

myself once I had finished eating.  Thankfully, as Tiff and Cherry began cleaning up, Riot walked over to me and offered to do so more searching on the computer with me.
     
    I said goodbye and thanked the girls for breakfast and we went back to the quiet of Ryde r’ s room with Rio t’ s laptop.  I took a quick wistful look at the front door again before I rounded the corner of the hallway.   I had been thinking over breakfast that perhaps I should just start walking?  Or have someone take me to a hospital, or a police station, or somewhere. 
     
    But I was paralyzed with fear. 
     
    Someone had hurt me.  Someone was probably looking for me.   
     
    I needed more information before I could make a decision about where to go.  I was hoping for two things.  Either Riot could dig up something on the computer, or I would remember something, anything, that could help us with the search.
     

CHAPTER ELEVEN
    Ryder
     
    I woke up on the couch at dawn the next morning. I had a meeting with the President of the Gypsy Rebels MC early that morning, and I wanted to check in with Zander and Doc before I left. 
     
    I had taken a huge risk bringing her here, but at the time I was convinced it was only going to be a for a few hours.  I never expected it would turn into days.  And I never expected she would wake up and not know who the fuck she was. 
     
    “ I don't know what to do, brother ,” I said to Zander.  Zander was the calmest of all the Gods.  He has also the biggest drinker.  The smell of his skin was soaked with alcohol as we sat around the kitchen table together.  His nose was bright red, and there were days when I really worried about him.  I drank a lot, but now that I was a little older, it was more and more difficult to wake up and reach for the bottle before anything else.  Zande r’ s bottle sat on the table in front of him, a permanent fixture, no matter the time of day.
     
    “ Just let her stay for a few more days ,” he said.  “ Ther e’ s probably people looking for her somewhere.  Or, maybe not.  I t’ s hard to say.  A lot of hookers have nobody except their pimp . ”
     
    “ We do n’ t know tha t’ s what she is ,” I growled.
     
    “ Well, if it looks like a duck, and it quacks like a duc k … ” he replied, bringing the bottle to his lips as he chuckled to himself.  “ Maybe you should have her give you a blow job, then you can see if i t’ s of professional quality ! ”
     
    He pounded the table with his tattooed hand, laughing so hard at his joke, I thought he was going to fall over.
     
    “ Fuck off ,” I said .“ She does n’ t look like a whore at all, actually . ”
     
    I was irritated with this whole situation.
     
    “ Look, I'm going to meet Hernandez this morning. That huge shipment of weed is coming up from Humboldt next week, and we have to set up a time and place to make the exchange.  Then, we gotta transport it up the coast to the warehouse and separate it . ”
     
    “ Probably be a good idea if the lady is gone by then, do n’ t you think, boss ?” Zander said.  Doc just sat there silently listening, shaking his head back and forth.
     
    “ She might not remember who she is by then ,” he said.  “ Could take weeks, month s… years, maybe . ”
     
    “ The last thing we need is anyone sniffing around for a missing hooker ,” Zander said.  “ Especially cops. She was on our road . ”
     
    “ Look, I fucking know, okay?  What do you expect me to do, just abandon her somewhere ? ”
     
    “ I do n’ t know, man.  Yo u’ re the boss . ”
     
    “ Yeah, tha t’ s right ,” I said.  I stood up to leave.
     
    “ So just let me do my fucking job.  I’ ll take care of it ,” I said, knowing full well that I had no idea what the fuck I was going to do.
    CHAPTER TWELVE
    Grace
     
    We sat next to each other on the couch so we could both see the computer. 
     
    “ So, any luck since last night ?” Riot asked.
     
    “ No,