Falling for the Fallen Angel

Chapter 7

Jordan POV

It’s been two days since I picked up my belongings and left the life I have known for the last 7 years. The best idea right now was to get out of town, so I am now in Los Vegas staying in a crappy, run-down motel at the edge of town. I let out a deep sigh and the hooker beside me began to stir from her sleep. I reach over and shake her fully awake. 

“Get out.”

“Where is my money?”

“I’m not paying you, w***e. What should I pay you for? Barely felt anything because your p***y is so stretched out I would need a f**king bowling ball for a d**k to feel the walls. Now, I said get the f**k out!”

“Ba****d!” 

She was yelling at me and picking her clothes up. She wasn’t moving fast enough for me, so I took matters into my own hands. I jumped out of bed and grabbed her arm and threw her out of the room n***d. “I tried to tell the b***h.” I grumbled as I headed to the shower. I need a plan. I can’t stay here forever, but I need to wait until the right time to return to Cali. The longer I wait, the more comfortable that c**t will get and she will get sloppy and taking her life will be easier. Then, I'd have to grab my boys and run. I know to do what I need to do and get away with it, I will need money, new identities, and a plan. 

I get out of the shower and wrap the towel around my waist. I grab my phone and dial the one person I know will help and has the resources to get me what I need. 

“Yo, man, what’s up?”

“Jordan? Man, I haven’t seen you or heard from you in years! What has you calling me up?”

“I’ve gotten myself in a mess with the baby mama which is now turning into a mess with The Fallen Angels MC.”

“Damn, dude, that’s some serious heat.” 

“Yeah, tell me about it. You think you can help me out?”

“Always, man. Head this way and hit me up when you get into town. I’ll send someone to meet you and escort you to the house.”

“Cool, see you in a few days.”

I hung up the phone and got dressed. I have a long journey ahead of me and very little money to get me there. Flying isn’t an option and I don’t think my car will make that trip. I guess the bus is my only option, so I started searching through Google on my phone. The closest bus station is just a couple of miles from here with a bus heading to Georgia leaving in a couple of hours. I packed up my clothes and headed to check out of the motel.

There was no one at the desk when I walked into the lobby, so I left a note and my key lying on the desk. I don’t have time to wait if I want to catch the bus out of town. I open the trunk of my car and shove my bags in, shut the trunk, and jump in to fire the engine. It took a few tries to get the old girl started but now she’s purring and I take off. 

Ten minutes later, I pull into the bus station, retrieve my bags from the trunk, lock up my car, and head inside. I walked up the desk and came face to face with a gorgeous brunette. 

“Hello beautiful, I’m looking to get a seat on the next bus to Georgia.”

“Good afternoon, sir.” She says as she gives me a hard look, letting me know flirting will not get me anywhere with her. “Luckily, we have two seats open on that bus and it’s leaving in 10 minutes.” 

“That’s perfect. What’s the damage?”

“That will be $167.00.”

I groan internally. It’s almost every penny I have, but it’s got to be done and at least I’ll still have enough to get myself some snacks for the bus ride.I paid the attendant and got my ticket. I walked over to the snack stand and purchased $37.00 worth of random snacks and drinks to sustain me until I reached my destination. 

“Now boarding bus 45 to Atlanta, Georgia.” The intercom system blared overhead. 

I walked over and stood in line until it was my turn to board. I looked at my ticket and found my seat number at the very back. After stuffing my bags in the overhead compartment, I settle into my seat knowing this will be a long ride and I should get some sleep.

I slept through most of the bus ride and now we are arriving in Atlanta. I had already called my contact to have a car waiting for me, so as the bus pulled up I noticed a blacked out SUV waiting across the street. As I departed the bus, I watched the SUV door open and my heart started to race, wondering if Jacob’s crew had followed me here. Thankfully, my mind was put at ease a moment later when I recognized the man stepping out of the SUV. I was home free and had time to plan my next steps. They haven’t heard the last of me. I promise that.