Sin City Legends MC "Completed!"

Chapter 1

“Rylee’s p.o.v.”

I left on a snowy day in February from the windy city of Chicago to finally fly home to the warm sunshine beaches of Santa Barbara, California. I’ve finally finished college, I’ve been living in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin under the protection of my Uncle Jeff. But everyone always calls him by his club name Bullseye. He’s a retired member of the club. I moved here at the age of 15 for my own safety, my father’s the motorcycle club president of Legends, it’s a 1%er outlaw club. An I’m his only heir.

I walked out of arrivals with my backpack on an purse under my left shoulder. All those old yet familiar scents were on the air, it was home, where I belonged. I slowly breathed it in filling my lungs. I was wearing my favorite black skinny jeans with my knee high leather black heel boots. With my long blonde curly hair at my shoulders. With a cute white ruffled tank top on were you could see my mid drift a little depending on how I stood. I walked up to the curb outside the airport doors, when a big black SUV pulls up in front me. An this younger boy jumps out of the driver seat an says. “Ryan Anderson?” to me.

Obviously my father wanted a son but instead he got me. I pulled down my sassy black aviator sunglasses showing off my ice blue eyes, he’s a tall skinny guy an he’s wearing blue jeans, a white shirt an his cut that says Prospect. I give him a once over, an respond “Yes, that’s me! But its Rylee. Where’s my father? I thought he was picking me up?” “I’m sorry hun, but the Prez had to handle some stuff, I’m Mikey, I’ll be taking you home.” I give him a smirk as he opens the truck door for me.

I sighed an climbed into the big black SUV, he closes the door behind me, an gets back in the driver seat. Now as a normal person off the street, we’re all taught how not to talk to strangers right an all that good jazz. Well to me, wearing this cut means something. That if I don’t know you personally your still my family an I’ll be protected by you if need be, that I have nothing to fear from you. Its not just a piece of leather. What it symbolizes is family, protection, love, trust, and loyalty.

We’ve got about an hour drive back to my father’s house. Just then Mikey’s phone rings an he flips it open as he starts driving. “Yes Prez……… I’ve got the package, we’re on our way back now……… Yes Prez, right away!” Then he flips the phone closed an puts it back into his pocket.

A few moments passed an Mikey speaks to me.

“Hun there is a change of plans the Prez said I’m to take you right to the club house. There’s a lockdown." I nodded my head in acknowledgement towards him. I didn't argue, I didn't flinch. Plans are always changing all the time due to whatever circumstances that are happening within the club. My father's business was different we could say. Not on the legal side off things you could say as well. But I was always taken care of, I didn’t want for anything.

I plugged in my headphones to my phone and popped each one into my ears, listening to Connor Maynard, my favorite song, his cover of stuck with you by Ariana Grande an Justin Bieber. It's going to be a long ride and I really didn't feel like getting chummy with the New Prospect most didn't last long. So let's say Dad has five Prospects by the end of the 12-month trial. Maybe two might actually stay, this life wasn’t made for everyone. Unfortunately, I had the misfortune of being born into it. That couldn’t be helped, but gosh if I had been born a boy life would be very different.

I lost my mother to cancer at the age of 15, that’s one of the reasons my father sent me away. But I’m older now, I’ve changed. I’m not that naive little girl anymore. Its been six years since I’ve seen everyone. College taught me a lot not to mention the stuff Uncle Jeff taught me as well. He poured all his club knowledge an training into me. He wasn’t just a retired MC member, he was a retired Navy Seal. Many of the club members were retired military veterans an some locals who grew up in club life just like me.

He didn’t have any children due to his wife being unable to have them. So I received all the love an care I could ever need. Along with my mothers best friend Auntie Scarlett. Whom I’ve been video chatting with the last few years. She basically picked up my mother roll in the club as my fathers new old lady after her husband passed away. I don’t blame them for seeking comfort in each other. I was happy for them, its not like my mother would ever come back.

A very boring hour drive passed by faster than I thought. When we finally pulled into the compound I could see a bunch of people walking around partying an what not. I thought to myself wasn’t the club house supposed to be in lockdown? Mikey parked the SUV across from a row of motorcycles lined up infront of the club house an we both jumped out, I left my stuff in the truck.

All those old smells hit me again, a grill, fire pit, fresh summer air, that light hint of leather an most of all that wonderful motorcycle smell. Mikey waited for me to catch up to him. Which wasn’t easy his strides were long considering how tall he was.

I have to admit, I missed seeing all the bikes lined up in a row. That little ticking sound was on the air, the sound of the chrome on the motorcycles cooling off. I heard a few cat calls coming from over by the bikes on the far right. Which I ignored, I’ve heard these many times before back in Wisconsin, but I always blew it off. Once we reached the door to enter the club house, an I extended my hand to open it, it flung open an people jumped out at me screaming “Welcome Back Rylee!" an I’m engulfed into the small sea of people.

All different members of my fathers club. All giving me hugs, telling me how much I’ve grown. How pretty I am. Hopefully college was fun. Etc… If only they knew what I’ve learned. I thought to myself as I hugged people back and smiled. I than heard a loud familiar scream, it was Auntie Scarlett. She pushed her way through the people over to me, she embraced me into a warm hug. Her smokey and rose scented hair surrounded me from her embrace, she then released me and kissed my cheek.

She was a shorter lady, but very strong an confident standing. She had dark brown hair that was being littered with pepper gray starting to show through. She had on black knee high boots, an deep blue jean shorts with a black tank top with a beautiful bedazzled design on it.

“Welcome back honey, your father’s around here somewhere.” She looked around for a few seconds than back to me. “You remember me telling you about my son Dustin? Right?” I nodded my head at her. “Well your father had an accident at the house and the spare bedroom is no longer available for you but I've made arrangements for you to stay down the block with my son at his place besides I'm sure you don't want your father to be hovering over you Sweetheart. Now that you’re a beautiful young woman." She winked at me. “Gosh, they’ve got to be around here somewhere!”

She started to look around again, why she was distracted I took this opportunity to slip back outside to the front door of the clubhouse, I was feeling a little overwhelmed I haven't been back here in six years now I can't even stay in my childhood home. My head felt foggy and kind of dizzy so I walked down the steps to the pavement in front of me as my heeled boots clicked the ground around me. I felt dizzy again, an I sat down on a beautiful big black chrome Harley.

My hands were coving my face as I kept telling myself to get it together! It hasn’t been that long, since I’ve been here. I know all the rules, what’s expected of me here. I was trying to focus my breathing when I heard this husky deep voice speak to me. An the scent of leather filled my nose.

“Not tonight Sweetbutt I don’t have the energy, would you get off my bike! I’d like to go home now. Before my mother finds me….” I heard him say to me, his words pulling me back to my senses. I felt a flash of anger flow through me when he called me a sweetbutt! Who the hell does he think he is.

I stood up off the bike, facing him with anger on my face. He stops mid sentence and his eyes got big as he looked over my body. I started speaking to him. “How dare you call me a Sweetbutt, show some respect! You don’t know me!” I hissed at him. He turns to the side an c***s his head at me. Then pulls out a blunt from his inner vest pocket an lights it.

I held my ground not flinching. As the wind blows from behind him towards me. Carrying his sweet scent into my nose. He smells of weed, miller lite, polo blue an leather, besides a light hint of premium gasoline. I've smelled similar things like this growing up but not one so intoxicating like this. I felt a slight twinge in my lower abdomen.

I kept eye contact with him but some how my eyes are just completely taking him in. God, is he gorgeous looking. His arms are built nicely, his sun kissed skin, dark black hair an I think brown eyes. He has some tats visible on his left arm, but I can’t make them all out. He’s got to be at least six foot five. He’s wearing loose black jeans, black leather boots, dark blue baggy t-shirt with a chain wallet on his hip, an most importantly he’s wearing a cut with the same colors as my father. Which means he’s a club member. Its to dark to see his patches so I roll my eyes at him.

He clears his throat abruptly and then coughs two times from the smoke. I still don’t flinch I just kept steady eye contact. He takes another hit off his blunt blowing smoke out an smirks towards me. He than steps forward towards me, an says. “No, Angel! Your right, your not a Sweetbutt.” With his hand firmly on my chin holding my head high to him so he can examine my face closely. Just as he was getting ready to speak I hear my father’s an Auntie Scarlet’s voices.

Coming from behind him, “He’s right here babe, chill out. VP!” my father says in that deep voice I remembered they walked closer to us. This gorgeous man turns around to face them. I heard the word “f**k" slip from his mouth as he blows more smoke out his sweet lips. His hand drops from my chin. An he moves to the side with his hand in his pocket an speaks. “Yes, Prez I’m right here.” As he keeps smoking.