The Ryder

Chapter 2- President Kid

The club was in full swing. The Brothers always get rowdy for the yearly Save The Tata's event. With all these women walking around topless, any real man would be enjoying this event too. Beer, Boobs and Bikes. What more could a man like me ask for? That pretty much checks all the boxes.

"Here Pres." Lacey, a hot redhead who is our head bartender here says as she sets a beer down in front of me. She's not topless like some of the other women but her plain white see-through cropped top doesn't really leave much to imagine.

If I didn't have a rule to not f**k the staff, I probably would have had a round or two with her by now. Not that she hasn't tried crawling into my lap more than once. All of the women have tried but very few have actually succeeded. The ones that had, weren't members or staff. Just members friends or people passing by.

I'm the president of the Unknown Rider M.C. The youngest one at that, some say I earned the spot. I think I was just the next in line after my pops passed. Legacy and all matters sometimes. What it really was, was I was groomed to do this my whole life. I didn't know my mother so this group of tatted up, drunk, bikers became my family. The men who ran this club with my father, had all grown in age and advised me regularly but never wanted to take over. They said it was a new era and we needed a young mind.

I knew the ins and outs of this MC. I treated these people as my family because in reality, that's exactly what they were. My family and no one f****d with them. I assured that. I would die to make sure nothing happened to them.

"Dude look at those jugs! " Jinx spoke up next to me. He was my VP and he did a great job even though he's a cluts. That's how he got the name Jinx, we all swear he's cursed with a silver horseshoe up his ass. That man's laid down more bikes and has walked away than any person should ever be allowed to.

I followed his line of sight to a tall, curvy blonde who had some of the biggest, rounded breasts I've ever seen. My hand twitched to touch them.

"Beatcha won't go motor-boat em" I instigated. I saw her walk in with 2 prospects. I was more interested in whether they'd stand their ground against the VP or would they let him do what he wanted with their toy.

Jinx smirked at me, grabbed the bottle of Jack off the table, and started chugging it before he slammed it back down and slid out of our booth.

"What did you just do?" Bullseye asked me well he took a swig of his beer.

"President shit." I told him with a smirk.

Bullseye was my 3rd in charge. He got his name when we were around 16, he could outshoot anyone with anything. Guns, knives, arrows, you name it and he has one hell of a wicked shot.

We watched the whole scene unfold before our eyes. Jinx went up to Miss Jugs who happened to be sitting on a prospect's lap. Jinx said a few words and before you could blink he had those t**s in his hands and his face in the middle of them, shaking his head from side to side. The chick gasped as she jumped up, pushing Jinx away.

The prospect who were with the woman just sat there, completely unaware of what just happened. Jinx tipped a pretend hat at the women, then at the two guys, and walked back over to us. Grabbing a shot off of a tray as he did.

"That was awesome!" Jinx told us as he sat back down.

"Well Pres, did you get your answer?" Bull asked.

"Yeah." I said and slammed the rest of my beer. I saw either two men who don't respect their women or two men who respect the hierarchy of this MC.

To my knowledge, neither one of those men have an ol' lady so maybe she could be a plaything and they didn't mind sharing with a brother. She wore no protection patch, no ring on her finger, no signs she belonged to either one of them. They respect the hierarchy.

"How long have those two been with us?" I ask Jinx. He keeps track of the prospects for me.

"Six months I think."

So they know how things go by now. "We should send them on a trip soon with some of the others. Give them something to do other than hanging around here." I tell my guys.

"Next weekend trip?" Bull asks. It was his deal to get done so I wanted him to have a say.

"If good with the extra baggage." I scan the room more as we talk.

"I can fill em up." He says. Already thinking of more profit for us. More riders mean more 'items' to transport, means more money for the Club.

"Sounds good. Tell them tomorrow so they can be ready. No major details. Just what to pack and how long they'll be gone. Get the bikes served and check the trackers to make sure they're in place still." I give Bull and Jinx the run down. They know the drill by now but I still feel the need to remind them.

We place trackers on all the prospect's bikes. If any happen to be cops or rivals, we want to know any location they're going to. Once they get patched over, we pull it a few months later, just for good measures.

I feel my phone ring and I pull it out of my pocket to see a familiar number flash up on my phone.

"What?" I ask Tank as I answer the phone.

"Uhh Pres, you might wanna take a quick ride down 104. There's a random bike in a ditch. Not far from the club at all." Tank informs me.

"Anyone out right now, other than patrol?" I ask Jinx and Bullseye.

"Na, everyone whose here is here, the only ones gone are the ones who headed home hours ago. Why?" Bullseye was the first to respond.

"Whats the bike look like?" I ask Tank

"Sportster, Black, short pointed sissy bar, some 12 inch apes." Tank speaks as he examines the bike. "Boss, none of ride a sporty."

"My thoughts as well. I'll be right there." I say and hang up the phone. I slip out of the booth. "I'll be back guys. Hold down the fort." I tell Jinx and Bullseye before I head towards the back door to my bike.