The Blood Scorpions of Socorro Texas (reserved)

[ERedBoyd]

"Ain't know place like home, hey Gears!" Popeye, known as Randy Foresight, growled from the back of his 1983 Harley Davidson Cruiser! He slapped the president's back lightly as they raced past the city limit's sign of Socorro Texas! Randy was dubbed Popeye because of the pipe he always seemed to keep lit.

Gears, also know as Nathan Carson, was the leader of this rag tag band of misfit riders merely smiled and nodded as they rode into base of operations. Socorro was a small border town on the south east of El Paso with about 15,000 citizens in it. They had their local PD, plus the sheriffs that would roll through, border patrol, and sometimes El Paso PD. There wasn't much to the town really. It had a couple of factories, the first being one that created gaskets for engines of various kinds and the others being a distillery and a distribution center for imported crap from Mexico. It was enough to keep the city afloat. Of course there were all the usual things, a few grocery stores, gas stations, a movie house, and even a dirt track on the outskirts of town. And of course, there was the need to maintain all those vehicles coming through which is where we came in.

They turned into a large fenced in set up buildings which included a repair garage for civvies and bikes, as well as another garage for trucks and trailers. Nestled between the two, was the Blood Scorpion Motorcycle Club (BSMC) or what he liked to call... home. Popeye and Gears pulled their rides up to a line of bikes, backing them into the row with the others and killed the engines. Sliding off their rides, they walked towards the BSMC with a grin. Tomorrow was going to be a very good day for the club.

He opened the main entrance in and smiled as his crew were scattered about the game room/bar playing pool, drinking beer, or getting friendly with the bitches of the club. The first to catch Gears' attention was Jon Sampson, aka Medals. A former Army Ranger who was dishonorably discharged while doing a tour in Desert Storm. "The BOSS is back!!!" He yelled out as the rest of his crew left whatever they were doing to recognize him.

He looked at his crew a few moments. Of all of them, there was Rich Freeman aka Ink, Josh Marks aka Deadeye, Bruno Clearfield aka Thunder, and Bob Whitman aka Pops. There were about 10 others here tonight as well, but the ones mentioned were the officers. Gears raised a hand to silence the mild cheers and he said, "Well boys... tomorrow, Tiny gets out." Tiny was another officer who stood 6'6" tall and weighed about 350lbs. He had been doing some time on an arms trafficking charge. The group all cheered once more!! Yes, tomorrow would be a good day.

 

[sweetlilith]

Savannah Rosenburg climbed out of the blue 330i BMW she rode passenger in, watching as her boyfriend Bradley made his way over to a grouping of motorcycles at the gas station they'd stopped at, mostly Harleys, concern showing in every contour of her face. She recognized the emblems that embellished some of the bikes, which he should have as well. “What are you doing?!” she gasped, watching him smooth a hand over the seat of one of the large bikes. The same hand he had used to slap her just 20 minutes ago. She did her best to cover the redness from the strike, but slowly purple tones were showing through the foundation and cover up.


The redhead wanted out of the relationship but felt trapped. She had met Bradley Thorton during a banquet that was being held to fundraise for her father’s upcoming election, and the two were quickly pushed together. Everyone (everyone being the corporate and political big wigs her family had connections with) said they would be great together, but truly she knew it was just for her father's image. Their relationship had started well enough; Bradley would bring flowers when he would pick her up for dates, gave her small gifts that were too expensive for what they were, and he was sweet. But slowly that sweetness turned into him controlling her, yelling when she didn't do something the way he needed it to be done. When Savannah started to stand up to him, he put his hands on her. First it was just grabbing her wrist or arm hard, maybe shoving her up against a wall and cornering her, but never really hurting her. The past week it had escalated to something more physical.

Andrew Rosenburg, her father, was the current sitting Mayor of Socorro and was planning to run for a second term. It was all part of his plan to work his way up to one day be Governor. He crafted a great image for the citizens of their town, working his way up from deputy to Sheriff, how crime was at an all-time low while he was Sheriff, and he was practically given the mayoral position. Now his platform revolved around how he was bringing more jobs and money into the town, convincing several large companies to set up shop and build more factories, warehouses, and distribution centers. While Socorro was a small factory-driven town, there was the wealthier side of town. It was mostly old money, with the occasional transplant from El Paso wanting to "get away from the hustle and bustle of a big city." And most of that money was shoved away in investment accounts and other business dealings not to do with Socorro because the town had been a financial liability until recently. Mayor Rosenburg along with her mother came from affluent families on this side of town, so the fundraiser, along with every other event Savannah was forced to attend with her family, was truly about networking and making connections and getting ready for a bigger race down the road.


“Oh c’mon, just take a few pictures real quick. It’ll be great for the Gram,” Bradley mused, swinging a leg over the bike he’d just been caressing to sit upon it. He narrowed his eyes at her when Savannah shook her head. "Take the damn pictures Savannah." She knew that look, the 'do what you're told or regret it' look. Lately, it wasn't an empty promise.

Her hands shook as she fumbled her phone out of her back pocket, taking a few short steps forward. She wasn't sure what she was more anxious about, him possibly getting mad at her again for these pictures potentially coming out blurry because she couldn't stop the tremors, or the men that the bikes belonged to.

 

[ERedBoyd]

Today, the whole gang rode with the Prez on their way to pick up one of their own. Tiny was slated to be released in a couple of hours. Pops and Popeye drove the utility van which was parked near the bikes and all of the men were inside talking shit with the attendant who was shooting to be one of our prospects, a young 17 years old named Randy. Gears sipped on his coffee chuckling as the kid asked, "So, what would I need to do?"

"Listen kid. This ain't like you getting a new fucking job." Popeye said.

"Yeah, more like joining the military or some shit like that." Ink said as he poured up a cup of java as well.

"We are harder though than the fucking military." Medals said as he set up drink on the counter and pulled out a $50 and handed it to the kid. He said, "I know. I was in the fucking military."

Gears turned his head towards the doors looking for cops or any sign of trouble, when his eyes locked on some fucking asshat sitting on his fucking bike! He slapped Thunder on the shoulder and tipped his head towards the door. It only took a few moments for the laughter to fade and all eyes, including the attendants, turned to the scene of the chick taking of pic of some dead man on the bike.

Rage filled Gears as he set his drink down and began to head out of the store. The rest of the crew all followed him out as well! His eyes locked on the chick and thought she looked familiar to him somehow. She squeaked and backed up a half step as she was suddenly surrounded by 8 bikers. Gears turned his eyes towards the kid on the bike and put on a fake smile saying, "Dude, you look good on that bike! You ride any?"

The guy's eyes shifted towards the gang now looking at him and for a moment, nervousness hit his face but he covered it well enough by saying, "Yeah actually. Got a Kawasaki ZX back in the garage. Not as nice as this bike though..."

Gears glance back at the woman holding the camera in her trembling hands. Popeye and Pops stood on either side of her. There was no mistake the look of mascara covering a bruise on her face though. This guy liked taking pops at chicks. Not cool at all!

The Prez turns back to the kid saying, "Here, how about I take that picture for you? What do you say sweetheart? Can I have the camera please?" He held out his hand to the girl who slowly handed him the phone.

He looked to the kid and said, "Now, lean back a bit more. Act like you fucking own it."

As the kid nervously did as he was told, he raised the camera up to take a picture, then flung the phone as hard as he could across the parking lot watching it smash as it hit the concrete!

The kid's eyes turned to track the camera's path and Gears clenched his fist and smashed into the kid's eye as well, sending him flying off his bike hard into the ground! Gears leapt around the bike, grabbing the kid by the shirt collar and punched his face again and again, two times, three, four. The kid tried desperately to curl up and hide is pretty face as Gears growled, "You NEVER ride another man's BIKE you fucking asshole!!"

The kid spit out a bloodied tooth and screamed, "Okay! I'm sorry! Please stop!!!"

Gears patted the man's pocket and pulled out his wallet and keys. Rummaging through the wallet, he pulled a couple of hundreds out and his ID. He showed the kid the ID saying, "You EVER fucking touch a woman like that again OR say a fucking word to anyone about this, I know where you live now. You get me!"

The kid gave up any pretense of bravery and said, "Yeah man! I won't say a word!! I swear!"

Gears stands up giving the kid one more kick to the gut before turning and glancing at the woman a moment and putting his hand on her face where the bruise is saying, "Are you okay?"

Seeing a faint nod, he shoved the ID in his pocket and turned to the attendant and handed him the cash saying, "For your silence."

The attendant smiled and took the cash, "I wouldn't say anything anyways. I want to be a prospect. You guys fucking rule!"

Gears rolled his eyes and looked to his crew and said, "You guys go on to the prison. I am going to take care of something and meet you there."

He turned back to the woman and said, "Unless you actually want to stay here with bleeds a lot on the parking lot, I will give you a ride back to your home. No strings attached. What do you say?" He reached to his bike and pulled out spare helmet and offered it to her...

 

[sweetlilith]

The 25 year old glanced at the men on either side of her, and took a deep calming breath. They don't touch women or kids, they don't touch women or kids, she reminded herself. She was familiar enough with the Blood Scorpions, her father ranted about them often in his years working for the Sheriff's department. He'd always talk about how they would get away with murder, sometimes literally, but the department would look the other way due to higher-ups having a 'scratch my back and I'll scratch yours' type of relationship. Even as mayor his hands were often tied, so he pushed for the local police department and Sheriff's department to utilize the, albeit strained, relationship with the motorcycle gang to keep the cops' hands cleaner.

The redhead blinked as the tattooed man confronting Bradley reached out his hand and asked for her phone. She hesitated before placing it in his hand. In a different situation, one not laced with so much anger, she'd have found it funny seeing a rough & tumble, large biker holding a phone with a case covered in glittery hot pink hearts. But then it was thrown to the side. "Hey!" Savannah watched her phone bounce across the pavement, a piece of that glittery phone case breaking off. She moved to go retrieve it, but was stopped by a firm, but gentle hand on her shoulder. Looking up, the man with the beard shook his head at her, a silent order to wait.

Several punches were thrown, and blood sprayed onto the concrete as Bradley had a tooth knocked loose. Then she realized the biker had seen the bruise on her face, as he roared at Bradley for touching her.

Savannah watched intently as the biker approached her, Gears from what she read on the vest he wore. She flinched as he reached for her, but his hand touched her cheek so softly as he looked the bruise over. She nodded faintly to his question, studying his face for a brief moment before he turned his attention back to the other men around them. She retrieved her phone from several feet away. While the case broke in one corner, and the screen had several large cracks running along one edge, it still seemed to work.

Looking up, a helmet was held out to her and the words Gears had just said finally registered. Being dropped off by a Blood Scorpion would definitely result in questioning from her father, if Gears really was going to drop her at home. What did he mean no strings attached? At that moment, she didn't really care. She glanced at Bradley who was hobbling his way over to the car, looking over his shoulder like he was going to be ambushed. She couldn't go in that car with Bradley, somehow this would be her fault.

"Yeah, okay, thanks," Savannah agreed, hesitation evident in her voice. She accepted the helmet, slid it over her head, and clipped and tightened the chin strap. Once Gears sat astride the bike, she moved to sit behind him, pressing herself against his back and wrapping her arms around his torso. The engine roared loudly to life, thankfully muffled by the helmet, and they left the gas station. She watched the scenery pass by, trees and buildings and cars, and tightened her grip around Gears as he increased his speed through town.

 

[ERedBoyd]

Gears had to admit, this chick, whoever she was, felt nice around his waist and had a face to stop death. He didn't really know what kind of body she had but if her face was any indicator, it had to be a sight to behold! He could feel two nice firm points of pressure in his back indicating some nice breasts hidden under her clothes. He leaned back as they rode on and said, "Where do you live anyways?"

After getting the address, he really wasn't shocked to find it was on the nicer part of town. As they rode along though, he made a few detours around listening to her as she laughed from the sudden changes in force around her body. His eyes bulged slightly when he realized as they finally made it to the large circular driveway of the multistory building that this was Mayor Rosenburg's home which meant the woman riding with him was either his super hot wife or his super hot daughter. He had never met either so he didn't know for sure. Presumably being with that douche bag she had been with, he assumed daughter.

He killed the engine in front of the empty house and dropped the kickstand. He waited for her to slide off the bike before he slid off himself. He turned towards her and said, "So, Mayor's kid huh?"

Gears grinned as she flushed slightly. He reached into his wallet and pulled out a business card for the garage and flipped it over. He said, "Listen, I see douches all the time like the one I knocked the tooth out of today. You can do better than wannabes." He pulled a pen from his saddlebag and wrote his number on it saying, "If he gives you anymore grief, call me. I will make sure that is the last thing... he does."

He looked into her eyes as she removed the helmet and smiled slightly before he handed her the card saying, "My cell is on the back. Call it." He glanced down at the cell in her hand and said, "That...was your phone? I guess I should have figured it out with the sequens. But as gay looking as that fuck stick was you were with, you can see my confusion. Here..."

Pulling his wallet back out, he pulled 5 $100 bills out of a thicker stack and handed it to her saying, "For your damages." He slid the money into her hand as he glanced at the shiner saying, "I hear a nice cold raw steak on that eye will speed up the healing, but I ain't no doc... You gonna be okay though?"

 

[sweetlilith]

Giggles flooded out of Savannah as he played with the throttle of the bike, circling around downtown for a good ten minutes before heading towards the affluent neighborhood her family home was in. She could swear she felt him tense momentarily upon seeing the large home and pulling into one side of the long wrap-around driveway. Once he cut the engine, the redhead slid off the bike, pulled the helmet from her head, and flipped her hair a few times to get rid of the helmet head. She cringed and could feel her face warming as he called her 'the mayor's kid.' Even being an adult, that's what she was known as...

She worked her ass off at UTEP and got through all 3 phases of their nursing program. To save up some money for her own place, and help with her fathers campaign when possible, she moved back home and started working at the local hospital. Her parents swore they could help her buy a house, but she refused, wanting to do this on her own. She was already fairly certain she got the job because of her father's position, she didn't need them handing her a home on a silver platter either.


Accepting the business card, she nodded in acknowledgement and flipped the card over to find his cell number. She pulled her battered phone from her back pocket and started to type the number in. He mentioned the damaged and slid several hundred-dollar bills into her hand, which made her chuckle.

"I'll be fine, really." She brushed off the question of her being okay. "He just got a good slap in, the only time that's ever happening," she added, rolling her eyes. "My name's Savannah, by the way, or Sav."

Finishing putting his information in her phone and saving it under 'Gears', she shot off a quick text 'it's Sav' before she tucked it back into her pocket along with the cash he'd forced into her hand. She had half the thought of trying to give it back, but didn't want to insult his generosity. She glanced back at the house, relieved to see all the shutters still remained semi-closed and the door wasn't wide open with her mother standing there. She knew her father was out for the time being, probably golfing with some of his endorsers, by the lack of the black Explorer being in the driveway.

"And thank you. For dealing with him and the ride home." She glanced at the name in his vest again. "Is your name really Gears? Or is that just like your… Callsign?" she asked, not really sure what else to call it besides a nickname which didn't seem accurate either.

 

[ERedBoyd]

"Gears is ... my name. Mr. Gears Oiled actually." Gears said with a wise ass smirk on his face. Seeing how she reacted with a chuckle, he said, "Nah... truth is my name is Nathan Carson." Truth was, the Carson clan had a reputation somewhere between mud and shit in this town. The Carson family clan had been in or around El Passo and Socorro since nearly the beginning. Near the very beginning, his Great great great... well many generations back... had built a ranch just north of the town and pretty much ruled the roost for several generations. My great great grandfather had gambling problem though and lost it all gambling in Vegas. His grandfather had created the Blood Scorpions but had later disgraced the Carson name by going to jail for murder of a guy who had put the moves on his grandmother though he was already notorious for trafficking drugs across the border for the cartel. His father hadn't been much better, running guns and drugs back and forth through the big city and the town. His own father was sitting in a cell in a Correctional Institution up near Lubbock for arms trafficking and murder.

Rumors ran rampant about him specifically as well from murder, attempted murder, rape, theft, blackmail, as well as corruption of so many legal entities. Truth was most of it was true, they just couldn't prove it. My grandfather and father had built the Blood Scorpions, found their nitch in the crime enterprise, and made them successful in one way or another. They had gotten to the Mayor, the Police Chief, dozens of local law enforcement as well as El Paso PD, the sheriffs, and even managed to get the local FBI and DEA agents under their belt as well. They were smart enough never to have them to anything that would compromise their efforts, just occasionally look the other way or give them a tip off that something was going down.

He had seen the reaction from Sav when he mentioned his last name and suspected she was well acquainted with the shadier families of this town as well. He nodded saying, "Yeah... I am from that Carson family." He was not like that bozo she had been with before. He was a truly dangerous man and he had his eyes on her. He started to say more but a burgundy SUV turned down the road, it's blinkers blinking. He turned his eyes towards the vehicle and saw it park on the street in front of the house. An older hispanic woman sat inside it and looked at the two of them.

"You know her?" He asked curiously. He felt his body tensing up slightly. He relaxed as she nodded and mentioned it was their housekeeper.

He watched her get out of the SUV, walk to the back of it and open it, pulling out several large sacks of groceries, apparently determined to get it done in one trip. He smirked and walked towards her which caused her to stop in her tracks, her skin going pale. Apparently, she knew of him too. He spoke in fluent spanish, "May I help you with your groceries?"

He saw her glance to Sav who apparently nodded or something because she hesitantly nodded and handed him a couple of grocery sacks. He walked with the housekeeper to the side kitchen door where he set the groceries on the counter like a perfect gentleman. He looked back at her just as his phone buzzed and he picked it up. It was Tiny! He smiled and texted, "On my way back to the club. See you there friend."

He looked back to Sav who was studying him curiously and said, "Well, I should go. Be careful and keep that card in case that idiot returns."

Gears turned and headed back out of the house to his bike, slid onto it and walked it to the street. He turned his eyes once more to Sav and had to admit, she was the entire package for sure. Someone way out of his league for sure. He kicked his bike on and rode away, leaving her at her house safe and sound...

 

[sweetlilith]

Carson. That Carson family? Nathan must have read her mind, because he confirmed her suspicions. She watched as he walked to Rosa, the family housekeeper, and her childhood nanny. The little old Hispanic lady stared at him with a mixture of wariness and fear. Then he spoke to her, fluent Spanish tumbling from his mouth, which surprised both women.

Once all the groceries were in and he said his goodbye, Rosa closed the kitchen door and locked it before turning to Savannah. “Mariposa, what happened?” The elderly woman caressed Savannah’s face, thumb running over the bruise that colored her cheekbone. “Did he do this?” This Hispanic woman glanced to the door, 'he' being Nathan 'Gears' Carson.

Savannah shook her head, pulling away from Rosa, knowing she was referring to Nathan. “No, not him. He helped me get home. It was… Bradley,” she admitted, a sense of shame falling over her. How could she let it get to this point? She made her way over to the oversized fridge and opened the freezer to retrieve an ice pack. “We’re done. I’m not seeing him anymore.” After wrapping the cold pack in a paper towel and placing it to her cheek, she returned her attention to the housekeeper who was watching her carefully while pulling the groceries from their bags. “I’ll be fine, Rosa. Really.” She gave the short woman a small hug and a reassuring smile. “I gotta go get ready for my shift. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

—

Savannah parked the white Jeep Grand Cherokee and checked her face in the mirror one last time. Between the ice pack and a fresh application of makeup, there was not a trace visible. She gathered her things and headed towards the hospital entrance, but paused when she saw the blue BMW sitting in front of the hospital doors, Bradley leaning against the driver’s side door. Even from a distance, she could see the bruises that decorated his face. He parked there in hopes that she wouldn’t cause a scene, knowing she hated being the center of attention. With a breath, she squared her shoulders and continued walking, attempting to keep a wide berth around the man as she neared the entrance. He pushed away from the car as she neared. “Stay away from me Bradley, we’re done,” she called out, refusing to make eye contact though kept track of him through her peripheral.


“Oh c’mon sweetheart, not this again,” he started. “It’s just a misunderstanding, that’s all.” He reached to grab her hand.


“Don’t touch me!” Her voice raised several decibels, and Savannah pulled out of his reach and fully turned her sight on him. Her eyes were dark with anger, words dripping with poison. “You will never touch me again, do you understand?” She smirked at the dumbfounded look that crossed his face. “We. Are. Over.” She turned on her heel and walked through the automatic doors.

 

[ERedBoyd]

Back at the club, Gears sat with Popeye, Ink, and Tiny at the hooch bar at the motorcycle club throwing a few shots back in celebrating his release! The club finances a handful of businesses in the local community too, though some are considered less than savory. They have a cigar shop they are silent partners with, the garage, they have helped finance one of the local funeral homes which comes in real handy for them when disposing of bodies, as well as a strip club called Stars and Stripes out a few miles outside of town. The woman that runs the club can call on the MC to come enforce whenever there is trouble and the club keeps some muscle there regular. It also provide the club with a fairly steady supply of pussy and that service was being offered up today for Tiny.

There was three kinds of pussy in this MC. The most honorific of the three was the old ladies. The ol'ladies are the significant others of each of the bikers and they can be wives, fiances, or girlfriends. Of all the pussy in the MC, they are the top shelf. They often share their lives entirely with the biker and know things that no other pussy would know about the club. An ol'lady is forbidden to be dishonored, disgraced, or touched by any other biker, pussy, or guest. It is the pinnacle of the pussy.

The second was the Scorpion eaters... which were local girls that were invited in by clubbers and would be available for service to any biker that wanted them. Most of these girls were transients, just wanting a little cash or protection from some other person. Some set they eyes on particular unclaimed bikers in hopes of becoming an ol'lady. They were required to serve ol'ladies and treat them with dignity and respect because an ol'lady, like any biker can revoke their invitation to the club and in some cases much MUCH worse.

The last kind of pussy was the hired pussy like the girls from the Stars and Stripes, paid for a night or a particular service. Three strippers walked out of one of the bedrooms to the sounds of cat calls and whistles with their service being simple, give Tiny the night of his fucking life. They walked up to Tiny and began to circle him and run their hands on him and he was like a kid in a candy shop! It didn't take long for the girls to coax him back to the room they had just been in for a night of pleasure... Courtesy of the boys of BSMC...

Gears heard his phone buzz and reached down to check it. He saw, "This is Sav... 911. Hospital front entrance."

He looked to Popeye and said, "I got to go. That shithead from the gas station is back."

"Let me grab my bike..." He said, not even offering. That is what he loved about this guy. If there was ever a man Gears could call brother, it was Popeye. He was his best fucking friend on this planet.

By the time he was hopping on his bike, Ink and Medals had also joined in anticipating a fight. The four of the men rode out and quickly made their way towards the hospital. However, by the time they had arrived, hospital security was also there and trying to calm this dick head down.

This douche heard the engines of the bikes and yelled something at Sav before racing to his car and peeling out of the drive! The hospital security looked to be calling in to the police what was happening as Gears and the crew took chase after the car....

Gears gave one glance back to Sav before taking chase!

 

[sweetlilith]

"Savannah!" he yelled put her name, standing inside the entrance.

Shit. She fumbled her key card against the electronic lock that separated the lobby area from one of the many restricted areas. It beeped at her angrily first before working on the second try. She closed the door behind her moments before he grabbed the handle and rattled it.

"C'mon Savannah, let's talk about this," he pleaded through the door.

"There's nothing to talk about. Now leave before you get trespassed," she warned.

Bradley slammed his fist against the door. "Savannah… Just open the door sweetheart."

She backed away from the door, hating the way he said her name. And the look he had in his eyes… The redhead ducked around a corner and texted Nathan. He said to call him, but right now texting was a hell of a lot easier. She could also hear security coming up to convince Bradley to leave. Slowly the voices moved further from the door, prompting her to look around the corner. He was gone. Against better judgment, she slowly made her way back towards the entrance. She needed to see him leave.

She saw Nathan, along with 3 other men, tear up to the hospital, prompting Bradley to make a quick getaway. Savannah mouthed a 'thank you' to Gears before he took off after the blue BMW.

Eventually the cops showed up, and she gave her statement, and asked to press charges and what the next steps were for a restraining order. As if on cue, as soon as she was done with the police, her father showed up.

"Sav, what is this all about? Is this really necessary?" he asked as he strode up to the young woman.

She resisted rolling her eyes. Of course he was concerned, but only about how this would affect his relationship with the Thortons and their endorsement when he would eventually run for Lieutenant Governor. "Dad…" She rubbed her hands over her face. Her father tried to interrupt her but she continued, "Nothing you say will change any of this. I am done with Bradley. He's manipulative, controlling, abusive. He hit me earlier today. I understand this may put a damper on all your political dreams, but do you really want your only daughter with an asshole like that?" She looked behind her, hearing the faintest sound of a code being called. "I gotta go, I'll see you at home." She gave him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before disappearing inside.

—

Aside from the excitement of her own life earlier, she had little down time in the ER. Finally it had lulled for the time being, so Savannah made her way outside and plopped down onto a bench outside the emergency room, enjoying the cool night air. Pulling her phone from her pocket she hesitated before sending off another text to Nathan.

'Thank you for earlier.'

 

[ERedBoyd]

Gears and his crew spent nearly an hour chasing that blue piece of crap car around town, till he finally got the clue there was no place safe for him to go. The only time Gears got even the faintest bit concerned though was what the asshat turned and headed back towards the precinct. If he got to the police station, he would be able to escape his wrath!

Ink and Medals got the same notion with him and quickly fired their engines up shooting up along side the boy in the car! In a panic move, the man swerved his bike, slamming into Ink's bike which sent the man flying off his ride and into the ground, tumbling over and over again! Medals pulled back to check on Ink while Gears and Popeye kept pursuit!

Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do at that point to stop the ass hat from making it to the precinct and as he pulled in, he noticed at least one patrol car preparing to leave and about a half dozen officers standing about talking in the parking lot by the briefing room exit.

He growled as the boy leapt out of his car and ran to the police who pointed wildly at him! Gears knew half of the men on the precinct and while they would happily look the other way for a piece of the pie, they would NOT allow him to kidnap this fuck stick right off the police grounds. Gears pointed is hand at the boy, making the signal for a gun with his thumb and forefinger, then pulling the trigger in a threat. The boys face drained... message received. The boy would die.

Gears and Popeye turned back to the sight of the accident with Ink and found their cargo van already pulling up on scene. Medals must have contacted immediately for help. Not a good sign. He leapt off his bike as soon as he brought it to a stop and walked over. Ink was unconscious and bleeding from the head. Several lacerations from the hard hit he had taken! That fuck stick was going to die who did this to him!

He helped load Ink into the van and sent it on to the hospital! He then had one of the prospects ride Ink's bike back to base. Gears, Medals, and Popeye all rode along with the van to the hospital were they pulled into the ER and alerted medical to the emergency!

4 hours later, Gears and nearly his entire crew sat in the ER parking lot in a cluster waiting on news from Ink's emergency surgery. Deadeye and Pops, Sparky, Hangman, Apollo, Rooster, Maverick, and Bob all arrived as well. Even Tiny was there though his blood shot eyes, stupid grin, and whisky on his breath suggested he could do little more than sit upright. No body else in the waiting room sat even remotely close to them fearing they were contagious or something. It was okay though. Gears and the crew was used to it.

Gears finally got up and walked over to the coffee vending machine and was ordering up a cup of coffee when he spotted Sav walking his way...

 

[sweetlilith]

Savannah paused as she walked back into the hospital, hearing a couple of the OR staff arguing with each other. After a few moments, she realized they were arguing about who would go talk to the biker gang in the waiting area.

"Wait, who came in? Who's in surgery?" she asked, deciding to butt in. She held her breath as the two OR techs looked at each other before divulging information.

Rich Freeman, 37 year old male, presented to the ER with multiple injuries as the result of an MVA. He was taken into emergency due to internal bleeding in multiple places.

It's not Nathan. That breath she'd been holding slowly flowed out of her, though the feeling of guilt remained. "I'll go talk to them. You two go ahead and get back in there. Come find me if there are any more updates." The OR techs gave quick thank you's before running back into the Operating Room suite.

Making her way out to the waiting area, Savannah spotted Nathan at the coffee machine. "Hey," she said softly as she approached him, gently brushing her hand over his shoulder. "You're all here for Rich, right?" She glanced at the mass of men taking over a corner of the waiting area. "He's doing okay. He has a couple broken ribs, broken leg, punctured lung, laceration to his liver... They've stopped all the bleeding, now they're working on his leg. They're expecting it to be another couple hours before he's moved to recovery." She paused, crossing her arms and leaning her shoulder against the machine. "I'm sorry about this, that this happened to your friend…" This is my fault, she left unsaid.

 

[ERedBoyd]

Nathan studied Savannah as she walked towards him. She was indeed a stunning beauty who he, under other circumstances, would love to bang and add to the notches on his bed. However, for now, Ink was all that mattered to him. Ink was a local tattoo artist who owned a shop downtown called well... 'Inks'. He owned it and used to to practice his trade on himself, his employees, and others. He had 3 other tattoo artists renting booths inside his business and had room for a few more if they wanted. His ol'lady and wife, Melody, ran the books behind the scenes which freed him up for when he wasn't riding to practice his arts.

Listening to apologize, he could sense the guilt in her tone and he turned to face her sipping his hot coffee saying, "It's okay. It's the nature of this business. He is a good man though. Listen..." He put his hand on her elbow and guided her to a small alcove off the visiting room where some kid toys were piled up in a little toy box. No one was there and it was pretty private save the large panel glass starting about 3 foot from the floor all the way to the ceiling.

He softly said, "I need to know more about this guy? I am going to learn more about him sooner or later. Before, it was only delivering a message to leave you alone. Now, he has hurt one of my men and that changes everything. He is no longer your problem, he is ours. I need to know who he his, where he lives and how to find him?"

 

[sweetlilith]

Savannah let him lead her over to the small alcove, out of ear shot and line of sight of the rest of the waiting area. It was set up for families with smaller children in tow, where they could play and stay distracted from the long waits of hearing news of loved ones on the other side of the door down the hall.

She worried her bottom lip, considering his request. On one hand, she knew what would happen if she shared what she knew. Bradley would go missing, and a few weeks later his body would be found. The local law enforcement would potentially look the other way, calling it a tragic accident. On the other hand, she saw on more occasions than she could count assholes just like him getting away with just a slap on the wrist. Hurting their partners, hurting their kids, and no justice being made.

She gave a slow nod, looking down at her hands as she fidgeted with the drawstrings to her scrub pants. “He works with his father at Thorton Wealth Investments out in El Paso, lives out there too, though I’m sure you saw that on his ID earlier. He usually comes out here on the weekends and stays with his mom, around the corner from me.” She took a breath, willing herself to look back up at the man in front of her. “When he wasn’t trying to toss me around, he’d either be out at the golf course, Diablo Hills, or would go to Stars and Stripes to ‘blow off steam,’” she added in a mocking tone.

 

[ERedBoyd]

Gears nodded to her as she told him what he needed to know. The problem with a driver's license was, there was no promise the address on the card was the actual home... and it did nothing to explain away the travel habits.

There are a lot of people who call me and my family and my MC terrorists, monsters, and even the epitamy of evil itself. Those fools that actually believed that had never met REAL evil before. Yes, the MC was rough and lived on the outskirts of the law, but we also carried a moral code that is unwaverable. You NEVER hurt the weaker sex so long as they don't hurt you. You NEVER hurt children ever. The deal made between the law and the club was we were allowed to stay in town can cause a ruckus from time to time in exchange that we kept the REAL demons out of this town. Those demons that had no code but money.

This kid who pretended to be so macho and tough had it coming. He fucked with a real scorpion and is about to get stung. He looked to her and said, "Does he scare you?" He brushed a bit of the makeup off the bruise lightly and when she didn't meet his eyes or answer, he said, "He has a bigger problem now... me."

Only then when she looked into his eyes, he said, "Do you work tomorrow?"

 

[sweetlilith]

She didn’t flinch this time, when Gears reached his hand up to inspect her cheek again. Bradley scared her because he was on the edge of psychotic, impulsive, and was a narcissist. He would change his behavior to suit his needs, and explode, lately at her, when things weren’t the way he needed them to be. And here Savannah was, standing inches from the man who was presumably the most dangerous person in Socorro, if not El Paso County, and she felt safer than ever. “He has a bigger problem now… me.” His tone was promising, and when she searched his eyes, they proved there was no lies in his intent.

“Do you work tomorrow?” She blinked at him, pulling herself out of her thoughts. “Sorry… No, I’m off for the next three days unless they call me in.” She watched him for a moment before giving a curious look. "Why? You gonna lock me away in a tower where he can't find me?" she joked.

 

[ERedBoyd]

Gears papa once told him there were basically the pretend fierce and real fierce. The pretend fierce like to try and make the world believe they are fiercer than they really are. They puff their chest, carry the newest and best gun, drive the sportiest cars, and date the hottest chicks in a vain effort to show the world they are something that they simply are not. This Bradley guy was one of those kind of people. Sure, occasionally they pull off their little magic trick and get away with it, but for those who knew what to look for it never worked.

Nathan was not pretend fierce. He was real fierce. He knew what kind of man he was and what he was capable of and so had no need to show off or pretend anything. People in this town knew he was a murderer, a thief, a gun runner, an enforcer and brute so he didn't need to prove himself. When she glanced up at him and made her tower crack, he only gave her a small smile that barely touched his eyes. Her smirk faded a bit as he watched her. He studied every inch of her face... the slight uptick in her nose, the faintest little dimple in her chin, the faint bruise, the mild over application of makeup to hide it, the faint bags in her eyes caused from the stress of her situation, but most importantly, he studied her eyes.

He could see fear inside those blue and white pearls that stared back at him. He could see curiosity, anxiety, hesitation, and of all things, desire in them. Yes, he could see she was a woman of depth and he looked forward to peeling back the layers to see inside. Her eyes darted to one side slightly awkwardly as if to break eye contact and he said, "Actually, I was thinking about a bike ride. Perhaps a meal or two along the way." As he spoke to her, there was no fear in his voice, no threat, no anger or malice. The only thing that came through his voice was confidence she would not say no to him. Not an arrogant confidence either, just a surety in himself. Gears had to impress no one in Socorro...

 

[sweetlilith]

Savannah noted the smile he gave her joke, small as it was. There was the slightest glint of humor in his eyes, something she wasn’t fully expecting but was pleasantly surprised by and realized she wanted to see more of. She watched as his eyes moved over her face, as if memorizing every detail, before locking on hers. Her breathing quickened ever so slightly, moving in more shallow bursts. It was as if he was fully seeing into her and viewing all the secrets she kept locked away.

Finally, she casted her gaze to the side, breaking the staring contest, reminding herself to breathe normally. A bike ride and a meal or two? She pondered it, coming to the conclusion that it seemed to be a better option than sitting at home, wondering if it was safe for her to venture out. Going on a ride with him, her problems would be left behind, at least for the day. “You know what, I’d like that,” she said, looking back up at him with another smile. “I just need a couple hours after my shift ends for a shower and a nap.”

The faint sound of an ambulance pulling around the building grabbed her attention, and she saw the faintest glow of the flashing red and white lights playing on the side of the building through the windows. “I should get back in there.” She grasped one of his hands in both of her own and gave it a squeeze. “I’ll let you know if there’s any other updates on Rich.” Then the ginger-haired woman turned, letting go of his hand, before briskly walking back down the short hallway. She buzzed her way through the electronic doors with her key card.


The remainder of the surgery went on without incident, and Ink was moved into recovery. Head wrapped in a bandage, leg in a cast, chest tube to remove air from the chest cavity to help his lung heal, IVs. He was looking at a decent recovery time.

 

[ERedBoyd]

By the time she had left, he returned to his crew still sitting outside in the waiting area. Finally, Melody did finally show up and was escorted to the Recovery area where she remained till Rich came out. Nearly 3 hours later, they crew was updated that he was being moved to a patient room out of recovery. He was going to spend some time in the hospital healing, but overall should recover just fine.

Nathan smiled as they got the word and finally they all left the ER but not before reaching out to Melody that anything she needed, they would provide her. The crew went about their way. Gears considered going right after this kid, but figured he would be on high alert for a while so he opted to set revenge for another day. He headed home to his little three bedroom ranch style home on the other side of town. He had grown up in this town and fell in love with that house when he was younger. When he was old enough to do so, after his first few jobs, he paid cash for the place when it went on sale and got it at a steal.

He used the smaller two bedrooms as storage mostly. He really didn't have much use for them at the moment other than that. He slept in his Master bedroom, ate in the kitchen, watched TV and talked shop in the living room. He figured one day he would raise a family in this place but that was still a LONG way down the road.

When Gears got home, he threw off his cut, peeled off his shirt and collapsed on the bed, seeing the time at nearly 3AM...

He woke roughly to his phone ringing somewhere on his body... He pushed up groggily patting his ass and finding his phone there and pulled it out. It was nearly 2PM the next afternoon! He checked the caller ID and it showed Sav. He picked up saying, "Hey... yeah... everything okay? Rich okay?" It was the first place his mind went to, rather than this hot little Ginger reaching out to him for some other reason.

 

[sweetlilith]

It was 7am when Savannah hit her mattress. She made sure to check on Rich before leaving and met Melody, who she assumed was his wife. Savannah exchanged pleasantries, but left out the fact that Rich's accident was related to her. He could tell Melody all about that once she left and was out of harms, and guilts, way.


She woke up around noon, wanting to sleep longer but knowing she'd miss out on the rest of the day if she did. Checking her phone, she had a few texts and notifications but nothing from Nathan. He was probably still sleeping, she concluded. Lazily she padded to the shower and washed up before getting dressed, keeping it simple with a pair of blue jeans that hugged her long legs, hips, and ass, an army green t-shirt that fit to the curves of her chest and waist, black canvas jacket, and black boots.

Savannah realized they hadn't agreed on a place or time. Chewing at her nail, she contemplated what to text Gears.

Sav: We still on for that bike ride?

She kept busy, drying her hair and doing her make up. But after waiting about 30 minutes with no answer, she gave in and decided to call him.

"Hey... yeah... everything okay? Rich okay?" His voice was thick with sleep, and she let a giggle break free in response to his disorientation. "Well good morning sleepy head," she said teasingly. "Everyone is okay. I'm fine, Rich was awake and thoroughly enjoying some applesauce when I left this morning. Met Melody, super sweet lady." She paused; it didn't escape her that he was concerned about his friend first. "Does the offer for the bike ride still stand?" Hope was evident in her voice, hoping he didn't forget or change his mind.

 

[ERedBoyd]

"Applesauce? Better check it and make sure he didn't slip some vodka in it or something..." Nathan said as he slid his feet off the side of the bed and got up.

He pulled himself to his feet and looked out his bedroom window to the neighborhood outside. It was mid-afternoon so the kids were all in school, the suburban mommas were all out getting their nails done or whatever they were up to. He heard her ask about the bike ride and it snapped back into focus. Right, he had offered it last night in the stress filled haze of Rich's accident. He said, "Of course it stands babe... Let me get a shower and clean up and swing by and pick you up, unless you want to meet me somewhere?"

He often enough knew this trick. The hottie wanted to be with the bad ass... without anyone knowing. He didn't care all that much. He really wasn't the marriage type of guy anyways. The picket fence and swing set wasn't likely in his future. Most likely for him was an early grave.

 

[sweetlilith]

Savannah considered his offer of meeting her somewhere else. It would prevent a blowup with her parents if they saw him. But at the same time, his presence in the neighborhood could send a message to Bradley. "No, you can pick me up here. See you in about an hour then?"



"Well look who decided to join the living," her mother Stacy's voice rang out in a joking tone. "How'd you sleep sweetpea?" There was a more concerned tone, telling her daughter in unspoken words that she heard about the prior day's events.

People would always comment on how Savannah was the spitting image of her mother. Rich and thick ginger-colored hair, sky blue eyes, a smile that could light up the room, toned figure that could pull off any piece of clothing.

"Morning mom. I slept fine." Savannah fixed herself a cup of coffee, living up to the quote that hung over the coffee bar 'I like my cream and sugar with a touch of coffee.' She leaned against the kitchen island and took a sip of the warm caramel-colored liquid, avoiding her mother's expectant look. "I'm fine, really. I'd rather not talk about yesterday right now, okay?"

The older redhead studied her daughter for several moments before nodding, "Okay. We can talk about it later?" Savannah shrugged before agreeing reluctantly. "Any plans for today?"

The younger Rosenburg nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Yeah, actually, I'm going out for a ride with a new friend."

 

[ERedBoyd]

Nathan stretched and popped his spine and finally got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to start his day. He took a shower, cleaned himself up, then dressed in the fresh jeans and white T-shirt. He slid his cut on over his shirt and finally his riding boots. He headed to his safe, opened it and pulled a few hundred in cash out and then headed to his garage. As he did, he called Popeye and asked for updates and was told the same thing that Sav had already told him but in a dumbed down tone. He let his VP know that he would be out on a ride today and call him in the event of an emergency.

Jumping on his bike, he fired it up and was soon on his way out. About 2 blocks away down the street, a grey SUV flipped their engine on and turned onto the street tailing him, watching him drive away.

The stopped a moment at the same gas station he had met her to begin with and filled his tank then headed to the ritsy side of town. He didn't care about the nervous glances his way or the fact that the further into the ritsy area he went, the more out of place he was. It wasn't even El Paso ritsy, but it was trimmed grass lawns very rock lawns, circle drives, and swimming pools.

He found the mayor's house and he pulled into the drive. Almost immediately he saw Sav stepping out... no... not Sav. This woman was in her late 40's early 50's, but damn a MILF in and of her own right. Sav stepped out behind her and they looked to be having a conversation that seemed to be tense to say the least. When she looked back at him, concern and apprehension filled her eyes as he killed the engine and climbed off the bike. The gray SUV parked about 2 blocks away well out of sight and watched from afar this change of events.

Gears said, "Um... hi there." He HATED dealing with mothers of chicks he dated. They were literally the WORST for him to deal with. Never pleased with him and always looking at him like he was a piece of dog poo on the bottom of their shoe...

 

[sweetlilith]

“Oh, a new friend?” Savannah was hoping her mother would let her leave it at a vague description, but as always, Stacy needed to know everything. “Who is this ‘new friend?’ Don’t you think you’re moving on from Bradley a bit quickly?”

A groan of annoyance came from Sav as she rolled her eyes. “Who said this is someone I’m ‘moving on’ to? And considering he’s an abusive asshole, no, I can’t move on fast enough. And no, it’s not a ‘misunderstanding’,” she said, emphasizing the last work with air quotes. Hearing Gears pull the motorcycle into the driveway, she set her mug down on the counter. “My ride’s here, we can continue this later.”

Stacy moved to get between Savannah and the door and preceded her out. She sucked in a breath and gave the young woman a pointed look. “Savannah Eloise Rosenburg,” she hissed. “You are not going with him.”

“Yes, I am. And I’ll survive the day without getting smacked around by someone you’ve paired me with to better suit yours and Dad’s image,” she spat. Savannah moved around her mother and stalked over to Gears, taking the spare helmet he held out to her. “Don’t mind her,” she grumbled, tucking her braid into the back of her jacket before pulling the helmet over her head. “She’s too much of a socialite to cause a scene.”

 

[ERedBoyd]

'Just a typical Tuesday for me' he thought to himself as he climbed back on the bike and helped her crawl on behind her. He looked back at the mother and waved his hand and gave a smile to her saying, "Don't worry ma'am. I will take GOOD care of your daughter." Ooooooh... if looks could kill! The mother's eyes widened in horror as I fired up the bike and turned it back out onto the street.

For nearly 30 minutes, he took his time working them further and further out to the North. Mostly, desert and cacti filled the barren farmlands and there really was not a whole lot to see, except canyons and a little wildlife. For nearly an hour they road, just enjoying the ride. It wasn't he pulled into a small train car diner called Kelly's, that he brought the vehicle to a stop and killed the engine. He glanced back and said, "This place has bar none the best burgers I have ever eaten in my life. I guess I should ask if you have issues with swallowing meat?"

Seeing her face flush, he slid off the bike and hung his helmet and hers on the ride. He offered her a hand getting off and they worked their way inside.

"Nate!!!" An older woman said who wore a 1950's style waitress dress and apron said from behind the long counter running the entire length of the restaurant. She walked around the counter and walked up to him and hugged him. She was in her mid-60's had Gears eyes.

Nathan smiled and hugged his mother once again saying, "Hey mom... I got a friend with me. Savannah. Savannah, this is my mother, Kelly."

Kelly turned her eyes on her and smiled, shook her hand while saying, "Well hello there. Aren't you a lovely lady... Come on... come on... Let's order something and we can chat a bit more."

He led Sav to the counter and pulled out a menu and handed it to her. His mother said, "They usual for you right?"

He nodded and glanced back into the kitchen saying, "Hey Vic... you keeping this ol'lady in line?"

Vic only nodded saying, "Well, we are keeping each other in line more like it. How you doin?" He spoke with a New England accent that suggested New Jersey.

"I am good bro." He said and looked over to Savannah and said, "Everything on this menu is excellent. My mother's own recipes..."