Wild Riders

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I just finished painting the railing in my new home. I was pretty content with my work as I was looking at it from the living room while sipping my cup of tea.

Tea brought a nostalgic feeling to me. It brought back the little bitter-sweet memories of my childhood, which was mostly spent either alone or with my father, who was either training me for self-defense and other things that would be helpful in the future or teaching me how to use a gun or knife properly and showing me how to run his business. To say the least, he was a strange man. I could always read people like an open book, yet my own father was a mystery to me.

Before I could go any deeper into the rabbit hole in my mind, the alarm I had set on my phone went off, reminding me of the business which I had to attend to tonight. It was 11 pm, half an hour had passed and I was dressed in black skinny jeans and a black leather tube top. I put on some high-heels and a leather jacket, my hair in a high ponytail - the only thing that looked a bit too formal, but I always did like keeping my hair out of my face, especially if I knew what the night could bring with it. Turning off the light, I closed the door and turned the key, finally locking the door behind me. Before I could turn around and go my way, I could feel a pair of eyes burning a hole into my head. I heard a few motorcycles pull onto his porch a few hours ago, but didn't hear them leave, so I was sure they were curious about the new girl. I rolled my eyes, turning on my heel and walking away towards my destination; the Wild Riders HQ.

Arriving at a nightclub, hearing the music booming so loud, one could hear it from miles away, I couldn't decide whether having a club as a cover was stupid or plain dumb, but the thought was only there for a second. I wouldn't be here long enough to have problems with it. Well, hopefully.

There was a bouncer in front of the entrance and at that moment, I hated myself for feeling happy that I put on some high-heels that made my ass look great and a top that made my girls almost touch my chin, making my way into the club way too easy for me.

Once I got inside, I knew I had to look for a private lounge and to be fair, it wasn't hard to find, yet I wasn't dumb either. There would be a bouncer at the top, and the tight leather top and high heels would not work on that one. I walked up the stairs leading to the place, pretending to be tipsy and swaying my hips a bit, trying to seduce the bouncer. If his mind was fogged up by some horny thoughts and if his d**k was hard from thinking about having something he’d never get, then that made him putty in my hands. My curves had been helpful before and I was certain they would be now too. Finally standing in front of the bulky man, I smiled at him, batting my lashes. "Hey...“ I said with a bit of a slur and a shy smile on my lips. "Hey," he said, looking down at me, amused. "Can you help out a lady in need?" I laid my hand on his chest, only lightly touching him, pretending I had lost my balance. "If it has to do anything with letting you through, I'll have to disappoint you." his arms were still crossed over his chest, yet he was looking down at me with a smile. "Really?" I pouted, letting my hand slip up to his shoulder and running it down his arm. "I just want some fun, why won't you let me have some fun..." I sounded quite childish by now, but these tactics had worked before, and if not on the bouncers, then on the guys he was protecting. They were all horny little fuckers that wanted a young, pretty girl that could please them, and if she was drunk, they could definitely get her to do more than she would be comfortable with if sober. "What pretty little thing we've got here..." the bouncer looked over his shoulder to the man who was obviously checking me out. I plastered on a drunken smile and bit my lip, trying to be seductive. Before I could say or do anything, he took my hand, completely oblivious to who I was, and took me right to where I wanted to be. The lounge was packed with the club members and some other girls, who were there just to be pleasant to the eye – and some were there to be f****d, of course, and little old me found just what she wanted while being led through the crowd. "Can you tell me where the toilets are? I wanna freshen up." I told him as he plopped himself down on a black leather couch. "Sure baby, it's right down there." he moved his finger in the direction of it, and god bless my little heart, the room I was really looking for was just across it. Giving him a little wave and a cheeky grin, he slapped my ass as I moved towards my destination, which made me a little bit mad and very fuckin’ annoyed. Getting swallowed up by the crowd, as I slowly moved across the room, I knew that this was my chance, and I had to grab it. I opened the door and confidently walked into the office. The room was dimly lit, but the fact that I heard a gun being loaded right next to my head made me realize right away that I wasn't alone - not like that came as a surprise. "I wouldn't do that if I was you," I said with a low, calm voice. "And why not, doll? It's you who's on the wrong side of that door." I could hear the amusement in his voice and then, the door fell shut, which made me smirk. "Don't call me doll. And besides, I'm pretty sure I'm exactly where I wanna be." I smiled to myself and turned around to face him, the gun now pressing against my forehead. As my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, I could make out two large figures, two men, sitting on a couch that was pushed to the far left corner of the room. The two of them didn't seem fazed by me at all. They seemed comfortable just sitting and watching the show. There was a desk behind the man who had me at gunpoint, a man sitting behind it, obviously their boss, but he didn't really matter right now. The two men didn't think I was a thread and the boss didn't either, which meant slower reaction time since they would be surprised. "Scared yet, doll?" the nickname he gave me made my previous anger and annoyance flare up. Only Caleb can call me that. I looked up at him, the gun now lower, almost at my chin - since he was towering over my small 5'2 frame — and smiled, showing my pearly whites. "Nope, are you?" he laughed at my question. A deep, rumbling laugh right out of his stomach, and that was distraction enough for him to lose his concentration. Taking the opportunity, I grabbed his lower arm, pushing it down and grabbing the gun with my free hand. I twisted his arm and put my other hand to his elbow, bringing it to a breaking point while the gun now pointing directly at the man behind the table. Their boss, no doubt. The two men on the couch were only now fiddling around to find their guns. "Better sit down boys, or I break his arm and shoot your boss all in one go, and for some extra fun, I may add one or maybe both of you to my hit list as well.” I could see it from the looks on their faces, they were contemplating what to do before they faced the desk in front of them. "Sit down boys," I turned my head towards the voice, but I did the motion so fast, I unconsciously twisted the arm of the man I was holding a tiny bit more. He let out a whine and had to suppress a giggle. "They should leave,” the lamp that was placed on the desk came on, illuminating the room in an orange glow “I feel uncomfortable with this hold, but I don't trust that they would just listen to your world if I let this little wuss I have in a grip go, Mr. Glasgow." I said his name with a little smirk while he looked at me with the most serious face. It was written all over him that he hadn't expected something like this to happen, and I was glad about it. "I'm here for business, but I can't have a bullet in my head to discuss the matter," with that, he gestured to the two men to leave the room. I stepped back, turning my head about how they went, all while moving closer to the wall, so nobody could pull out a gun or knife without me knowing. As the door closed. I let go of the man, pushing him away from me to the other side of the room while pointing his gun at him. "Get out." I said, and he broke into a sprint. I grimaced at the closing door, before turning to face William Glasgow, aka Wild Willy, a nickname that always made me laugh. "I see that I should up my security," he said while not breaking eye contact with me, and sitting back down in his black leather office chair. "Or instead of recruiting little wimps, you could recruit actual men?" he laughs at my statement. "You have a point." I sat down on one of the chairs on my side of the desk, and let the gun rest on my lap. "I'm impressed by the show you just put up so I'll let you tell me what kind of "matter" you wanted to discuss," he said, leaning back into his chair, seemingly back in business mode. "I'm here for a job. I don't want any payment from the club or you. I just want a little help in exchange for my skills," I said, raising my chin, trying to show confidence. "What are you talking about, what skills?" "I'm small, quick, good at combat, great with a gun or knife. I'm quiet and damn smart. I'm sure you've got use for me." He let out a sigh while rubbing his hand over his three-day shadow. "Why don't you want any pay?" he was suspicious, trying to protect himself and his men. "I can get my money in different ways, and if I did want your money, I wouldn’t come here to talk to you." I said, readjusting in my seat. "That still don’t answer my question.” I was agitated by him for some reason, so I stood up and walked to the bookshelf that was beside the black couch. "What kind of s**t are you in girl?" I could hear the small screech of the chair that indicated he had moved away from his desk, making my senses heighten "Just a little feud with the Venoms." Just a little white lie, I thought to myself. "So you need protection?" if only I could hear the wheels in his head turning. "Not necessarily, but maybe, yes, or maybe just a little help. Don't know yet, I just want safety for now." "Safety?" "Like insurance? Knowing I won't be alone if anything does go down. But you don't have to worry about it. Take it as more of a hideout. I need to get off the grid for a while. It’s well known you don’t like any women as your riders, which I think is a plus in this situation," I said, turning back to him, my fingers still tightly wrapped around the gun. "It's my club and my men. I have to worry." "Ain't nothing gonna happen to them." It wasn’t a lie, the Venoms would never find me here, and if they somehow sniffed me out, I’d have enough time to get away, especially when I had a hundred men who were way better trained than the Venoms, to watch my back. He nodded, yet I couldn’t tell if he did it because he believed the lie I had just told him or if he did it to let me know that he understands my point: "Now, back to the skills you’re selling. Why do you think they’d be useful to me?" he walked towards me. I knew he wanted to steal some important information about a drug shipment, which he didn't want to happen. Word had it a rival club would get more powerful if the drug deal went through, and Willy wouldn't never allow that.