Harley The Outlaw Chronicles Book One

Chapter One

I kept my gaze out of the window, taking in all the ''sights'' of the town as we drove through it. I've never been here, but, with a name like Pleasant-Tree-Ville, you'd expect it to be... well, Pleasant. It looked like your typical, normal, run-of-the-mill place to live. No different than any other. At Least… that's how it looked to an outsider like me, but this town  clearly had its secrets. As soon as you get within 100 miles in any direction, you start hearing the talk.

The locally-famous outlaw motorcycle club.

The Savage Scorpions. 

They're the only reason I've even come here.. to California... to America even. I was born and raised in England, close to Birmingham, with my mother. Before now, i’d never even left the UK, but after she passed away a few months ago, I found some old unmailed letters that she had written.

Some for a guy named Ron Hale... and some were for me. Judging by what was in them, I'm guessing she wrote the ones for me after she decided to not to post the other ones

The main point; He never knew about me. I was the product of their seedy affair. He was married, my mum was married. It ended badly when they were found out. He stayed with his wife but my mum's husband left her. When she found out she was pregnant with me, she left. 

She was born in England but moved to Pleasant-Tree-Ville when she was a teenager. Apparently, she fell in love with a bad boy and he whisked her away. After finding out she was expecting, she decided to come back. Her family was still here.

'Are you sure you wanna get dropped off here'?' I looked up at the cab driver looking at me in the mirror.

'Yeah.. why?'

'It's not the... safest of places. The guys there... they are into some... less than legit stuff, if you get my point?'. I smiled without amusement.

'Good to know. Thanks for the heads up'. I looked away again. 'Are we close?' I asked, staring back out the window.

'Yeah, just a few more minutes'. I didn't answer him after that. I grabbed my bag and pulled it across the seats. Rummaging around until I pulled out the first and only letter I had received from Ron.

At first, I wasn't sure if the address my mum had for him was even valid anymore. It wasn't a personal address, it was for some Garage out in California called Turners. After a quick google search, I found out it was still there and it was a safe bet this Ron guy was too...

...and he was.

About a week after I sent the letter, I received a reply, which I was more than surprised at. We started video chatting as it was quicker and more direct than posting letters, but what was weird was... when I saw his face... he looked like my dad. I could see him in me. I had his nose.

I found out he was still married to his wife. Some woman named Jemma. I don't know their personal business or what their relationship is, but, I had spoken to her very, very briefly on the video chat and, well, she seemed nice.

Scary and intimidating, but nice.

After communicating back and forth for a little while, and me explaining a bit about myself. He wanted to meet me. He even brought me my plane ticket as I could never have afforded it myself… 

So, here I was.

I reread the letter and smiled at his kind, understanding words, but when we turned a corner, I looked up and saw the large sign, announcing our arrival. I shoved the letter back in my bag and for the first time since I got in the cab at the airport,  nerves and butterflies started attacking my stomach.