Chapter5
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Dominic POV
I didn’t like parties, so I usually stayed away until late at night when all the available women were already taken. I’d rather use my hand than sleep with the women who came to these parties looking for a biker boyfriend.
Don’t get me wrong, I’d been with women before. But I had a bad experience that made me stop.
A girl pushed me to sleep with her, and I hurt her really badly. She ended up in the hospital needing stitches because I’m a big guy, and I tore her apart inside. I haven’t been with a woman since.
My brother and I are both huge. He’s six foot six, and I’m six foot eight. He’s got some extra weight on him, but I’m all muscle. I work out a lot to stay in shape.
But being this big has problems. Having a large private area has made me scared of hurting another woman. Every time I think about being with someone, I remember that girl screaming, and I can’t do it.
The club president was the only one who knew why I didn’t join the parties anymore. He was with me when we took that girl to the hospital. She forgave me and tried to stay with me, but I couldn’t do it. Every time things got intimate, I’d remember her screams, and I’d lose my ability to perform.
So now I stayed in the workshop during parties, working on bikes. We were getting ready for a big ride, and several motorcycles needed repairs.
I was looking at a bike I’d been rebuilding for the past week, trying to figure out what to do next. I was almost at the limit of my knowledge. None of us were real mechanics. We could only go so far before we needed Rick’s help.
I was scratching my head when I smelled perfume. That was weird. Girls weren’t usually allowed in the workshop.
Sandra’s voice called out, and I looked up.
The most beautiful girl I’d ever seen was standing there.
“Who’s this, Sandra?” I asked, my voice coming out rougher than I meant it to.
“That’s Scarlett,” a guy named Banjo said, walking over. “She’s from Rick’s shop. She’s an apprentice mechanic, finishing up her training.”
The other guys stood up and came over too. I felt stupid for not recognizing her. I’d seen her a few times at the shop from a distance, but she was always covered in grease and buried under a vehicle. We’d never actually met.
Sandra introduced everyone, and we all said hello. Then I had an idea.
“Scarlett, come look at this bike. I’m stuck on what to do next.” I waved her over.
“Dominic, she came for the party, not to work,” Sandra complained.
“It’s okay,” Scarlett said, walking over to me. She smelled really nice, like flowers and something sweet. “I’m more comfortable in here than out there anyway.”
She took off her leather jacket and hung it over a nearby bike seat. Then she squatted down to look at the motorcycle I was working on.
For the next two hours, Scarlett worked on the bike with me. She showed me how to do the tricky parts I couldn’t figure out. The other guys came over and asked questions, turning it into a training session. Scarlett didn’t seem to mind at all.
We worked together as a team. She had me lift the heavy parts while she did the detailed work. We got more done in those two hours than I could have done in a week by myself.
“Hey, Scarlett!” Crusher’s voice called from the doorway.
“Back here!” she called back.
Crusher walked in and started laughing at us.
“Scarlett, I invited you to a party. You know, dancing and drinking and socializing. This isn’t what I meant.”
The club president walked in with Sandra.
“You still have her working out here?” Sandra sounded angry. When Sandra got angry, we all listened. She was the last person anyone wanted to upset.
“What?” I was confused. Scarlett seemed happy working on the bikes.
“Hey, Prez. Is the party over?” Scarlett asked calmly, but it sounded like she hoped it was.
“Not even close, sweetheart,” the president answered with a smile.
“We almost finished repairing Viper’s bike,” I said quickly. “If Scarlett could stay for a few days, we could get all these bikes ready for the ride by the end of the week.”
“You’d have to ask Rick about that,” the president said. “Even though we own the shop, he runs it. I don’t interfere with his employees.”
“Is Rick here?” I asked.
“Yeah, he showed up half an hour ago,” Sandra said, handing Scarlett a bottle of water.
“Scarlett, if Rick says it’s okay, would you work with us for a week? Help us get these bikes ready?” a guy named Spark asked.
“Sure, if Rick doesn’t need me at the shop,” Scarlett said. “We have some bikes coming in for service before the big ride anyway.”
“Thanks, Scarlett,” another guy called Spike said.
I know it might sound weird that we were letting a girl work on our bikes. But Scarlett wasn’t like other girls. She knew what she was doing. She’d proven herself over and over.
The president even let her ride her own motorcycle, which was a privilege most women didn’t get. She was one of us, a real mechanic, not some girl trying to chase after bikers.
When word got out about what happened with her family, we all wanted to go teach her ex-boyfriend a lesson. Even though half of us had never really met her before, we’d seen her around the shop and heard about how good she was at her job.
She was fun to work with. She made us laugh a few times, but mostly she focused on the bikes. She didn’t flirt like most girls did around us.
Tonight I’d learned she was beautiful, smart, and talented. And I was in trouble, because I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
But I could never have her. I’d only end up hurting her, just like I hurt that other girl.
Still, as I watched her laugh at something Spark said, I couldn’t help wishing things were different.
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