be
perfect.
“You ready?” Luke asked from the doorway of
my closet. He was dressed in a white t-shirt, torn jeans and the
black cap that I was beginning to love.
“What does DFFD stand for?” I asked,
signaling to the lettering stitched on the back of his cap.
“Devils Forever, Forever Devils.” Great. I
was sleeping with the Devil. “We need to go,” he said, walking up
behind me and leaning down to kiss my hair.
“I’m ready.” I grabbed my oversized black
coach bag that resembled a purse-if you wanted to hide a small
toddler in it.
I wore a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, a
black sleeveless shirt that showed a good amount of cleavage when I
left the two buttons at the top undone, and a pair of black
stiletto boots. I tucked the front of my shirt in my jeans to show
off the large, rhinestone buckle on my belt. My hair fell in long
waves down my back and over my shoulders. My makeup was dark, my
nails deep red, and I loved the bad ass biker chick look my
complete outfit gave me.
My bag consisted of an extra change of
clothes, just in case we stayed at Luke’s, and all the personal
items that I planned to leave at his house. I would be lying if I
said it wasn’t to mark my territory. I was trying to be open minded
about all of these women I would encounter in the next hour, but
that awful bitch that I was trying to bury deep inside was
beginning to show her ugly face.
“You look stunning. I have a feeling tonight
will end with me in a brawl over some guy looking at you,” Luke
said smirking. I gasped at him. The thought of Luke in a fight made
my stomach flip. “Kidding, babe. Just kidding.” My humorless laugh
let him know that I did not find him very funny, but he still
didn’t lose that smirk on his face. I had a feeling that Luke was
being smug because he knew he wouldn’t lose if someone wanted to
brawl. Oh, how I loved my conceited biker.
After the house was locked, the car was
loaded, and we were seated inside, Luke’s mood brightened.
“You seem happy,” I said, turning to smile at
him and placing my small, smooth hand in his large, calloused
one.
“I haven’t seen these guys in quite some
time. They are from our chapter out of Lake Charles, LA. You’ll
love them,” he said smiling and bringing our hands up to his mouth
so he could kiss my fingers. Why was that so heart melting? “I
can’t wait for you to meet Brooklyn. She is like a mother to us
all, and she has no problem speaking her mind.”
“Kind of like Red?” I asked, feeling my own
self getting excited now.
“Red was her, twenty years ago. Brooklyn once
told her that if she didn’t know any better, she would think she
came from her own pussy.”
I laughed out loud at the harsh comment, and
the fact that a woman who was considered a motherly figure would
say it. Luke laughed with me and shook his head.
“She is definitely one of a kind. Her husband
Ronnie is the president of that chapter. Other than Regg, he is one
of my greatest brothers.”
“So, you have favorites?” I asked, my simple
mind thinking that he shared the same love for each brother.
“I wouldn’t call it favorites. I love all of
my brothers. I would give my life for any of them, but just like in
a blood family, I prefer some over others.”
“How can you have more love for one that you
hardly see, than you have for some that you see almost every day?”
I asked, wondering what was so different about the other guys, or
what they had done to make Luke not like them as much.
“Me and Ronnie go way back. He was a friend
of my Pops. I don’t love him any more than I do any of the other
guys; him and I just get along better and have a lot of history.
Maybe it’s because I don’t see him as much and he doesn’t look to
me for guidance like the other guys do. He’s my equal.” Luke
explained, seeming to not understand the answer either. “I don’t
know, I just miss him I guess. I miss all the guys. I have been so
busy with the timber
perfect.
“You ready?” Luke asked from the doorway of
my closet. He was dressed in a white t-shirt, torn jeans and the
black cap that I was beginning to love.
“What does DFFD stand for?” I asked,
signaling to the lettering stitched on the back of his cap.
“Devils Forever, Forever Devils.” Great. I
was sleeping with the Devil. “We need to go,” he said, walking up
behind me and leaning down to kiss my hair.
“I’m ready.” I grabbed my oversized black
coach bag that resembled a purse-if you wanted to hide a small
toddler in it.
I wore a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, a
black sleeveless shirt that showed a good amount of cleavage when I
left the two buttons at the top undone, and a pair of black
stiletto boots. I tucked the front of my shirt in my jeans to show
off the large, rhinestone buckle on my belt. My hair fell in long
waves down my back and over my shoulders. My makeup was dark, my
nails deep red, and I loved the bad ass biker chick look my
complete outfit gave me.
My bag consisted of an extra change of
clothes, just in case we stayed at Luke’s, and all the personal
items that I planned to leave at his house. I would be lying if I
said it wasn’t to mark my territory. I was trying to be open minded
about all of these women I would encounter in the next hour, but
that awful bitch that I was trying to bury deep inside was
beginning to show her ugly face.
“You look stunning. I have a feeling tonight
will end with me in a brawl over some guy looking at you,” Luke
said smirking. I gasped at him. The thought of Luke in a fight made
my stomach flip. “Kidding, babe. Just kidding.” My humorless laugh
let him know that I did not find him very funny, but he still
didn’t lose that smirk on his face. I had a feeling that Luke was
being smug because he knew he wouldn’t lose if someone wanted to
brawl. Oh, how I loved my conceited biker.
After the house was locked, the car was
loaded, and we were seated inside, Luke’s mood brightened.
“You seem happy,” I said, turning to smile at
him and placing my small, smooth hand in his large, calloused
one.
“I haven’t seen these guys in quite some
time. They are from our chapter out of Lake Charles, LA. You’ll
love them,” he said smiling and bringing our hands up to his mouth
so he could kiss my fingers. Why was that so heart melting? “I
can’t wait for you to meet Brooklyn. She is like a mother to us
all, and she has no problem speaking her mind.”
“Kind of like Red?” I asked, feeling my own
self getting excited now.
“Red was her, twenty years ago. Brooklyn once
told her that if she didn’t know any better, she would think she
came from her own pussy.”
I laughed out loud at the harsh comment, and
the fact that a woman who was considered a motherly figure would
say it. Luke laughed with me and shook his head.
“She is definitely one of a kind. Her husband
Ronnie is the president of that chapter. Other than Regg, he is one
of my greatest brothers.”
“So, you have favorites?” I asked, my simple
mind thinking that he shared the same love for each brother.
“I wouldn’t call it favorites. I love all of
my brothers. I would give my life for any of them, but just like in
a blood family, I prefer some over others.”
“How can you have more love for one that you
hardly see, than you have for some that you see almost every day?”
I asked, wondering what was so different about the other guys, or
what they had done to make Luke not like them as much.
“Me and Ronnie go way back. He was a friend
of my Pops. I don’t love him any more than I do any of the other
guys; him and I just get along better and have a lot of history.
Maybe it’s because I don’t see him as much and he doesn’t look to
me for guidance like the other guys do. He’s my equal.” Luke
explained, seeming to not understand the answer either. “I don’t
know, I just miss him I guess. I miss all the guys. I have been so
busy with the timber
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