The Ride by Jaci J Page B

stories. His ass always planted at the bar. You need Leo that's where you'll find him. Mary is Leo old lady. She too has been around since way before my time. Mary is a large lady, okay she's huge. Wild white hair, Marge Simpson style. She’s a loud mouth biker bitch. Picture Roseanne Conner with the mouth of well … the mouth of a biker. She's pretty abrasive and in your face if you don't know her. She takes a bit of getting used to, but once she warms up to you she'll love you until death. Sargent is another founding member. A long time service member. Served for ten plus years. He's a strict man. Very detailed and to the point. No holds barred type of man. Military style haircut. Hard eyes, mouth always in a grim line. Big beer belly due to all the beer he drinks. His son is Stitch. And then there is Crush, Tags, Rampage, and King. They're the clubs resident bachelors and play boys. Crush is a freaking model. Swear to God he came right from the pages of a fashion magazine. GQ type of guy. Artfully messy light brown hair, pretty gold eyes, perfect white teeth. Tan, tall, toned, and lean body. Only one tattoo on his back. Got his name because all of the girls crush on him. He's a serious flirt, sweet talking lady’s man. Rampage is a large scary man. Body wide and bulky. Swear that man will fight anyone for any reason. Brick wall gets in his way he'll try to fight it. Temper for days. He's beefy with muscles I never knew existed. If he's not working out he's on his ass in front of the TV. Despite his scary looks he's a pretty nice guy, lazy as hell, but nice none the less. Rampage and I have always had a fun brother sister type relationship. I've known him since I was about nine. Tag's is a sweet southern gentleman. Deep southern drawl that screams cowboy. He loves his cowboy boots and hats. Loves the outdoors, hunting and fishing, pretty much anything outdoors. He has manners coming out of his ears. He's a really nice guy, sweet big heart. Smaller guy, with buzzed light brown hair. He's pretty average. His name comes from the set of dog tags he always wears, along with the ones tattooed on his chest. And then there is King. The king of all asshole know it all's. Bossy as hell man. If you didn't know better you'd swear he was the president the way he barks orders. Shoulder length blonde hair, blonde facial hair. Light brown eyes. Tattoos like the rest of the guys. He and I don't care much for one another, but it is what it is. I deal with him. Along with the club members there are three prospects waiting to be patched in, all at different stages. Prospect Blade, Prospect Jones, and Prospect Kash. And a plethora of club whores and hang arounds that round out our club. This is my family. My family consisting of big scary one percenters and their families. A family I wouldn't change for the world.
                Sitting at the bar I feel a warm hand slide down my back. “You gunna let me get you drunk and take advantage of you?” Peaches purrs in my ear. Looking up at her she winks at me. We both just stare at each other for a moment. Poor Mini stares between the two of us. Probably wondering who's going to throw the first punch. Peaches licks her lips and we both lose it. Laughing until our sides hurt and we can't breathe. Mini breathes a sigh of relief. Prospect Blade chuckles under shit breath. “Christ,” Mini mumbles sitting back down. Kiki pulls her into a side hug. Kiki knows what’s going on. “You're gunna have to get used to these two,” she throws her thumb in our direction, both of us still laughing. She gives a little annoyed eye roll. Flipping her the bird she chuckles and gives me one right back. “They're trouble makin' bitches. Shit's just gettin' started with Lil back in town now.” Mary cackles next to Kiki. “Crazy bitches,” Mary shakes her head while sweeping behind the bar. Well hell they make it sound like the devil just rolled back into town. “Thanks mama, your makin' me look