in my way. The rumble of bikes filters in through the back door fallowed by heavy boots on the back porch. “Where's Tank ...” Pop's shouts from the door, stopping once he sees him. Looking over at me he offers a tight smile. Shit, that smile is not good. “Let's go. We've got shit to handle.” Without a word Tank stands up. Dad's words leave a sinking feeling in my stomach. He doesn't look happy. My dad's cell rings pulling him away for a second. Stepping outside he shouts into it, “the fuck's wrong now?” Yeah he's definitely pissed. In a hurried fashion I wrap four pieces of bacon and two sausage links in a pancake. Fast food. Handing it to Tank he smirks at my little invention. It's not the first time I've made it and it won’t be the last. “Breakfast on the go, you tryin’ to get rid of me?” he teases. Smart ass. Walking right up to me he bends down and kisses my cheek catching me off guard. His scratchy scruff rubs against my cheek and jaw causing me to shiver. “Thanks babe,” he breathes softly, lips barely brushing my ear. My skin goose bumps. Damn. Turning away he strides out the door without another look. Swagger in that walk. Watching him go a void settles in. All of sudden the house is empty and big. Sagging onto a stool I let the silence of the house wash over me. I’ve been left alone. I knew moving back here I'd spend a lot of time alone. My dad has always been gone a lot. Runs, that's what he calls them. The name doesn't really matter. What does matter is he's gone, taking the guys with him and I'm stuck here alone. Before, at least I had my mom, friends, and old ladies to spend time with. Now I'm alone. I could spend time with the wives and girlfriends of club members, but they too have lives. The roar of bikes fills the silence until they fade into the distance. Alone for now.
Sitting around the club with the girls is nice. After a few days of deathly boredom I was able to get all the girls together. It took some work, but I was able to round them all up. Good company and good fun. Looking around I can't help but smile at my family, well the ones that are here any ways. The Hell's Disciples consists of thirteen active members, three prospects, and all of the club member’s old ladies and families. My father Low is the President of the Hells Disciples outlaw motorcycle club. He's been President since I was a baby. It’s going on twenty-three years now, but a member since he was seventeen. He's a hard man. Very rough and mean at times. He's a man of few words, but when he does speak people listen. Educated with a good sense of street smarts. A tall man at a little over six feet tall. Short dark hair, scruffy beard full beard. Green eyes. He's a well-built guy for his age. Twinks is his club girl. She's been around as long as I can remember. She’s always in the back ground. Small blonde women with large boobs and larger hair for her small five foot two inch frame. Lots of makeup, but somehow she manages to pull it off. She's not my mom, but she keeps my dad happy and alive so I deal. Tiny is the club's treasurer, handling all the finances. His name is a joke. Tiny is Native American man pushing three hundred and twenty pounds, at five-ten he's a large man width wise. Bald head with a long chest length brown beard it’s either braided or twisted. Tan weathered skin. Uncle Tiny is true family, my mom's brother. Aunty Kiki is Tiny's wife. They’ve been together since before my time. Aunty Kiki is a big hearted, ferocious mama bear. Loves Gin and me like we were her own. She all the guy's adopted mama. Wild red hair, Jersey Shore tan, animal printed out from head to toe. Heavy set body with a few extra curves. Love her dearly. Gin is Sargent at Arms. Basically he’s the muscle. He's here to keep things in order. Although he's usually causing as much trouble as he's deflecting. Gin is Tiny's son, my cousin, although he might as well be my brother. Aunty Kiki isn't his
Sitting around the club with the girls is nice. After a few days of deathly boredom I was able to get all the girls together. It took some work, but I was able to round them all up. Good company and good fun. Looking around I can't help but smile at my family, well the ones that are here any ways. The Hell's Disciples consists of thirteen active members, three prospects, and all of the club member’s old ladies and families. My father Low is the President of the Hells Disciples outlaw motorcycle club. He's been President since I was a baby. It’s going on twenty-three years now, but a member since he was seventeen. He's a hard man. Very rough and mean at times. He's a man of few words, but when he does speak people listen. Educated with a good sense of street smarts. A tall man at a little over six feet tall. Short dark hair, scruffy beard full beard. Green eyes. He's a well-built guy for his age. Twinks is his club girl. She's been around as long as I can remember. She’s always in the back ground. Small blonde women with large boobs and larger hair for her small five foot two inch frame. Lots of makeup, but somehow she manages to pull it off. She's not my mom, but she keeps my dad happy and alive so I deal. Tiny is the club's treasurer, handling all the finances. His name is a joke. Tiny is Native American man pushing three hundred and twenty pounds, at five-ten he's a large man width wise. Bald head with a long chest length brown beard it’s either braided or twisted. Tan weathered skin. Uncle Tiny is true family, my mom's brother. Aunty Kiki is Tiny's wife. They’ve been together since before my time. Aunty Kiki is a big hearted, ferocious mama bear. Loves Gin and me like we were her own. She all the guy's adopted mama. Wild red hair, Jersey Shore tan, animal printed out from head to toe. Heavy set body with a few extra curves. Love her dearly. Gin is Sargent at Arms. Basically he’s the muscle. He's here to keep things in order. Although he's usually causing as much trouble as he's deflecting. Gin is Tiny's son, my cousin, although he might as well be my brother. Aunty Kiki isn't his
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