Riding with the Pack
rl
signia on the back of his leather vest. It said "Bone Hills Howl
our vest,
lied as he revved the engin
I joked as I sli
s firm torso with my hands, breathing in a mixture
other side. Each twist and turn of the road was exhilarating, and I found myself leanin
building I saw was an old mechanic shop on the south side of the ro
age, I took the helmet off w
e here?" I asked as
s late," Cyrus replied. He walked around his bi
oom," he said. "I'd offer to brin
ung open. "What's this?" I caught sight of his "President" patch right away. He was a broad-shouldered guy, maybe a l
e," Cyrus told him. "I gotta t
guy poked fun at Cyrus. That irked me. I was no damsel, but I kept quiet. "You wanna..." he motioon't have to take crap from misogynistic a**hats," was what
rself," B
Cyrus smiled as I tur
e inhabitants were also wearing biker vests-er, cuts-but the insignia was different from the guys
le. I sat down at the bar and caught the bartender's eye. Red-haired guy. Buff and tatted u
do ya for?
e rocks?" I
smiled warmly an
his drink, baby." It was one of the non-biker guys wh
replied, shru
They were both wast
as referring to some southern California music
his arm off my shoulders with
er breath offending my nostrils. "You up to
ront of me, staring the guy down. "You've already gotten your one and o
slurred. "My dad could shut this
ne said. "How much? I'm buying her drink."
t and pulled out my knife. "Touch me
ace, the guy stumbled backward as his
the hell outta my bar." A tall, voluptuous woman
n top of her head. Every inch of visible ski
utside." For a second, I thought she was including me with the
y near the door, and the two of th
the woman. "I wasn't tr
d into a smirk. "Those jackasses already tested me
blade was still out. I flicked
reached behind the bar and poured herself a tequila sh
and downe
ie Black,
esponded. "Th
. But yeah, I
Red asked as
the garage. Cyrus was pulling up across the str
ned toward the window. "I should p
door. "And don't take any crap from Blayze Ro
when I heard someone whistle behind me. Turning, I saw the
aid. I backed up...right into the solid frame of his buddy. I reached for my blade,
as the only thought r
ne in front of me said. "We'll make a night of i
utting the one behind me. He fell
d up. His buddy knocked me down again as he climbed on t
e fun right here." He straddled me and held my wrists with one hand while using
t he might break them. Blood poured from his broken nose and on
ut that wasn't the most shocking sight. Because then Cyrus pulled off his cut, and a mass of muscle an