Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
I’d also seen his bike.
I was no newbie to the biker way of life.
My father had been in a motorcycle club until the day he’d died, when I was twenty-three.
Of a motorcycle wreck, at that.
After Viddy and I had left the house, my father had finally felt comfortable enough to bring his bike back home.
He’d kept it at the club when we were still living at home, and had driven his truck home from there.
Inconvenient, yes, but whatever helped him sleep at night and all.
He’d died doing what he loved, and that was all that mattered to me.
Sure, it sucked horribly to not have him there to harp on my lifestyle choices, but I knew he’d died happy, and was finally with my mother, blissful in their afterlife.
Therefore, that was how I knew that a man that had women riding on his bike often didn’t have p-pads on their bikes because it was incredibly uncomfortable for the women. Instead, they invested in a seat, allowing the woman to have a more comfortable ride.
“What’s the big deal? Y’all aren’t going steady.” Viddy whimper-yelled back and started feeling me up so she could get her cane.
I thrust it back into her hand before she could check my boobs, and started to walk forward to the hostess stand.
“How many?” The young girl asked, eyeing Viddy as if she had leprosy.
“Blindness isn’t contagious,” I growled.
I hated it when they stared at my sister as if she was infectious. Hated it with a passion.
“Uh,” the young woman stuttered. “Will it be two?”
At my nod, she asked, “Smoking or non?”
I rolled my eyes. “Non,” I said impatiently.
“Are you sure?” The hostess asked.
Viddy, who’d been quiet up until now, started snickering behind me, burying her face into my hair. “D-do you p-plan on taking up s-smoking in the next few minutes, Addy?” She laughed.
“Shut up or you’ll draw their attention. You’re embarrassing me.” I hissed.
“Ladies,” a deep voice said from behind us.
Directly behind us.
We both shrieked and whirled.
The cane in Viddy’s hand spun with her movement, striking the older man that was behind us across his right calf, making him jump back in surprise.
Both of us stared in shock as the man winced and rubbed his bruised leg.
“Jesus, you just hit their leader.” I moaned to my sister.
“Like the alien leader or their president leader?” Viddy asked worriedly.
“President leader,” an amused voice said from behind us.
We whirled again, but this time, the intimidating man standing behind us caught the cane with his hand, preventing it from smacking him as it had done his president.
“Kettle,” I said breathily. “Hi.”
He grinned. “Not many people can get away with taking a pot shot at our president. He’s usually a little quicker than that. He must be getting slow to get taken out by a blind woman.”
My eyes widened in humor, but I didn’t dare laugh. I knew better.
“Funny,” the man said, as he walked past us towards the tables that the lot of them were occupying in the back.
Kettle was dressed in his fire department uniform of navy blue pants, navy blue shirt with the fire department logo on it, and black boots.
The outfit itself wasn’t that great, but the man filling it out made it look orgasmic.
His large arms made the sleeves of the shirt strain. It fit tightly across his chest, shoulders and abdomen, leaving very little underneath it to the imagination.
It also made my frumpy sweat pants and old cut-off t-shirt I was wearing look hideous.
What was I thinking when I wore this? Oh, yeah. My face hurt like a mother.
“Y’all want to come join us?” Kettle asked.
My eyes left the man’s straining biceps and landed on the five men that were gathered around three tables that had been pushed hastily together at the back of The Tug and Chug.
“Uhh,” I hesitated. “It doesn’t look like you have that much room.”
“Come on, it’ll be enough.” He said extending both arms. “I’m holding out my arm for you, darlin’.” He said to Viddy, making her laugh.
Viddy and I curled our hands around his massive bulging biceps, and walked cautiously towards the group.
“Ladies, I’d like you to meet Loki, Silas, Sebastian, Dixie, and you already know Trance.” He introduced them from left to right.
Loki looked like a golden God. That is if you didn’t take the scar that ran across his throat into consideration.
A thin, raised line went from one side of his jaw to the other.
His eyes were a pale blue, and trained on our every move. Dissecting us as if we were insects.
He nodded, but said nothing else at the introduction.
Silas was the President, and the person that Viddy had hit with her cane. He was older with silverish, brown hair shaved short, and a wicked looking beard that came to a point about two inches under his chin.
His eyes were sharp and focused, as if he’d seen it all and lived to tell about it.
Sebastian was the man I’d met at the fire, and the VP, according to the patch on his vest. He was wearing a black ball cap over his brown hair, and severe eyes peaked out underneath the bill of the hat. He took in our surroundings as if waiting for something unseen to pop out around the corner and bludgeon us all to death.
Dixie was the oldest of them all; he also had a pudge that rivaled Santa Claus.
Viddy kicked me under the cover of the table, and I became aware that I was drawing attention with my less than flattering description of Dixie.
I liked to make Viddy feel like she was included. So I spoke about where everything was, what everyone was doing, where she was sitting. Who was behind her. I told her everything. It was so much of a habit that I hadn’t even realized I’d been doing it. Describing nuances of what each one of them looked like.
“Sorry,” I flushed.
They all laughed, and then Trance spoke. “Have a seat.”
Then there was Trance. I hadn’t seen him well the other night, due to the dark of the night, and then the dimness of the restaurant, but with the bright fluorescent lights of The Tug and Chug shining down and illuminating him visibly, I clearly saw the different colors of the man’s eyes.