The Biker Giant's Claim: Ride To Desire

7

Jade~

I reached the workshop and met with Liam, who was busy gobbling on his burger when I arrived. He stood from where he was, grabbed the water beside him and downed half of it, then bowed to me sarcastically as he did sometimes. “How was it? Smooth, right?”

Sparing him a glance, I nodded, because I wouldn't, because of the damn assholes that I met there, claim that the ride to the cafe wasn't smooth.

“You know, I was supposed to take back the car, but you did…and I'm bothered if I stressed you,” Liam added as he sat back. “It's been quite a long time since you went there, too.”

“Yeah!” I took a light gulp, grabbing a seat too. “But, when did his tobacco shop become a cafe? I almost mistook it when I arrived there, and if I hadn't seen him outside, I would have thought that I missed the road.”

I knew Victor sold tobacco there and didn't like going there because of the awful smell. But I had to help Liam since he had an unfinished task. If I had known I would meet those guys there, I wouldn't have agreed to take the car back myself.

Liam always talked about the Outlaw Club, and I knew he would be so happy if he had been there and met them, too. The excitement would have been all over him as he returned here.

He finished his burger and emptied the water container, then threw it to the side. As he wiped his lips, he said to me, “It was the last two months that it was changed into a cafe, and you know it's the Outlaw Club's territory.” he gasped and ran his tongue across his upper lip as he always does when feeling excited towards something. “Did you meet them there?” he asked, as I expected.

“If I did, would you have come over to have coffee with them?” I asked, trying to be calm because I could still picture their faces, especially their leader and the one who tried messing up himself, and that was about pissing me off. “They also sold m*******a in the past. So what if they began sneaking it into the coffee they sold? That's scary!”

Liam scoffed, “That wouldn't happen. Their leader is trying to reduce m*******a operations for the safety of their members, that's why I always talk about them because they know what's supposed to be and not.”

I snorted.

Even if they killed someone, Liam would find a way to paint it so they wouldn't look at fault. And I disliked this since the club members don't give a f**k about him, and if he was even existing. And if indeed m*******a was being banned from the club, then I doubt the members would survive without it.

They gobble it like it was a meal, so how would they stay an hour without one? Such a law, the leader was bringing into place, wouldn't work out for them.

“Why do you always think they are all bad? Outlaw Club is exempted to how you envision motorcycle clubs. They are kind and generous, not troublesome like the others, you know,” he began his usual explanation while I watched the twitching of his lips. “Remember when they donated to find a kidney for a girl in the neighborhood? How many clubs give a damn about the affairs of others? They are so benevolent.” he gestured, smiles plastered across his face.

My brows arched as I stared at him, until I didn't realise when I hissed out.

I recalled when such happened and how they were hyped then for their generosity. Do I need to tell this guy that it was just for publicity? They could even be doing that just to make another club feel like they were useless to the neighborhood, and not because they were helping.

If I talked about this further with Liam, one of us would be so livid…so the best thing was to get back to work. I reminded him of the car whose engine was getting tough to repair, and we were supposed to get it done soon. So he sat up, walking towards the car, while I took out a lollipop from my pocket, unsealed it and threw it into my mouth.

We got so occupied until evening, discussing nothing outside of work. And when Leah showed up, she held packs of pizza with her.

Quickly, we washed our hands and grabbed a pack each, then sat around ourselves to eat them while also taking a rest. The pizza tasted so good, so I asked Leah, “Where did you get it? I stopped taking it when I got one that almost made me throw up.”

She chuckled, “You know the Outlaw club hosted a party, right? They ordered lots of pizzas, so I had to get these three for us at least. That's the benefit of being at a party.” She chuckled.

Liam glanced at me and winked, more like being satisfied that his favorite club had shown another reason for me not to criticise them.

“They are going to host another party…” Leah added and shifted the empty pack on the floor.

“I can't wait to be part of them. I feel like I'm missing out on a lot.” Liam muttered and licked his lips.

I shot him a glare, and he rather chuckled. Would they even accept him when they don't meddle with outsiders?

“Mind joining us at the next party? I would love to have you around,” said Leah, drawing my attention back to her. “You know? I've been taking a good look at you since your boyfriend misbehaved. I don't like how quiet you became, and I would love it if you got over him. So, going to the party will help you stop thinking about him, because you're gonna make friends there and enroll in a new circle.”

I wasn't good at going to parties, but Leah was an expert in that.

She was making sense as well, because Mark's action, even though I didn't stoop low, shattered me.

“There will be free drinks, right?” I asked her, and she nodded.

My lips stretched apart, and I bit the last piece of my pizza. “For the free drinks, I will be there,” I said, and they burst into laughter.