Wolfias
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Wolf's Roadhouse. Female writers needed, PM if you put story first.
Eugene "Wolf" McIntyre was a bad boy, the Perfect example of a guy that moms warned their daughters about. Always having a bad attitude for authority, Eugene spent most days in detention in high rather then in class. Fed up with the dead end as High school was just turning out to be, so he decided to quit and live a bikers lifestyle instead. Finally falling in with the local Hells Angels chapter, he went from petty crime to State and federal crimes within a year. The DEA finally caught up to after five hard years, arrested, tried and quick to be convicted, he was sentenced to ten years hard time for drug trafficking.
Getting clean of his addiction was part of Eugene's sentence and he did just that and met all the other requirements as well. He'd joined a group of biker cons in the Pen, good with mechanical things, and learned to build bikes. He and the guys were sitting in the open area for visitors, his brother Eric having just left after dropping off some parts. When he noticed one of the inmates fighting, rather loudly with his girlfriend. All the guys looked over to see a pretty little red head in tight jeans and a black t-shirt, standing there trying to calm the guy down.
Even though it obviously wasn't working, Eugene finally had enough of hearing it and so did his new found friends, they got up and walks over to the guy. He looked up at them and let out a sigh then turned back to the girl "Just go away and don't bother coming back, we're done!" He looked up at Eugene, who stood at 5'8'' 185 pounds of solid muscle, with brown eyes, his shoulder length brown hair pulled back under a skull bandana. Jackson Travers took one look at Wolf's eyes shivered and walked away calling behind him "You can have the bitch! "Eugene turned to the girl and offered her a little smile.
She did the same and started to walk away when he called out to her "Hey...why don't you come sit with us, we don't bite and have to be better company then he was." She turned back, flipping her hair over her shoulder and smiled again, this time he noticed her bright ice blue eyes. He extended his hand and she did as well "I'm Eugene, friends call me Wolf" The young woman nods and with a soft voice that dripped with honey responded "Hi I'm Gina." They went back over to the table and all of them talked for the duration of visitation. Eugene had a feeling he was gonna like this girl who had so much in common with him and his friends. Gina continued to visit the guys, finding parts that Eugene's brother couldn't and after weeks of these visits Eugene had grown to like Gina.
One afternoon as they were all getting ready to go back to their cells and visitation was ending he pulled Gina aside and asked her to come back one day just for him. She gave him a smile and nodded her head then headed off. Eugene would often see Gina without the others and they became even better friends, more then that really. She would come in for ''special'' visits and they wrote each other all the time. The very day he was paroled from prison, he found the bike a custom black Bobber. He'd helped to build and it sat right outside, to his surprise standing right next to it was Gina. Twirling the keys on her finger, He walked over to kiss her deeply, then grabbed the key from her grinning.
Gina walked over to her own bike and smiled at Eugene. She told him to be safe and keep in touch then took off. The map and it lead too 200K in leather saddle bags, that were hidden in a rusted out 65 Dodge. He smiled knowing he was taken care of and headed off. He bought an old roadhouse and he and his brother fixed it up. All the while he kept in touch with Gina, they occasionally met from time to time for a roll in the 'hay' but it was nothing more
Eugene "Wolf" McIntyre was a bad boy, the Perfect example of a guy that moms warned their daughters about. Always having a bad attitude for authority, Eugene spent most days in detention in high rather then in class. Fed up with the dead end as High school was just turning out to be, so he decided to quit and live a bikers lifestyle instead. Finally falling in with the local Hells Angels chapter, he went from petty crime to State and federal crimes within a year. The DEA finally caught up to after five hard years, arrested, tried and quick to be convicted, he was sentenced to ten years hard time for drug trafficking.
Getting clean of his addiction was part of Eugene's sentence and he did just that and met all the other requirements as well. He'd joined a group of biker cons in the Pen, good with mechanical things, and learned to build bikes. He and the guys were sitting in the open area for visitors, his brother Eric having just left after dropping off some parts. When he noticed one of the inmates fighting, rather loudly with his girlfriend. All the guys looked over to see a pretty little red head in tight jeans and a black t-shirt, standing there trying to calm the guy down.
Even though it obviously wasn't working, Eugene finally had enough of hearing it and so did his new found friends, they got up and walks over to the guy. He looked up at them and let out a sigh then turned back to the girl "Just go away and don't bother coming back, we're done!" He looked up at Eugene, who stood at 5'8'' 185 pounds of solid muscle, with brown eyes, his shoulder length brown hair pulled back under a skull bandana. Jackson Travers took one look at Wolf's eyes shivered and walked away calling behind him "You can have the bitch! "Eugene turned to the girl and offered her a little smile.
She did the same and started to walk away when he called out to her "Hey...why don't you come sit with us, we don't bite and have to be better company then he was." She turned back, flipping her hair over her shoulder and smiled again, this time he noticed her bright ice blue eyes. He extended his hand and she did as well "I'm Eugene, friends call me Wolf" The young woman nods and with a soft voice that dripped with honey responded "Hi I'm Gina." They went back over to the table and all of them talked for the duration of visitation. Eugene had a feeling he was gonna like this girl who had so much in common with him and his friends. Gina continued to visit the guys, finding parts that Eugene's brother couldn't and after weeks of these visits Eugene had grown to like Gina.
One afternoon as they were all getting ready to go back to their cells and visitation was ending he pulled Gina aside and asked her to come back one day just for him. She gave him a smile and nodded her head then headed off. Eugene would often see Gina without the others and they became even better friends, more then that really. She would come in for ''special'' visits and they wrote each other all the time. The very day he was paroled from prison, he found the bike a custom black Bobber. He'd helped to build and it sat right outside, to his surprise standing right next to it was Gina. Twirling the keys on her finger, He walked over to kiss her deeply, then grabbed the key from her grinning.
Gina walked over to her own bike and smiled at Eugene. She told him to be safe and keep in touch then took off. The map and it lead too 200K in leather saddle bags, that were hidden in a rusted out 65 Dodge. He smiled knowing he was taken care of and headed off. He bought an old roadhouse and he and his brother fixed it up. All the while he kept in touch with Gina, they occasionally met from time to time for a roll in the 'hay' but it was nothing more
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