Saved by the Outlaw(54)

I want everyone in the club to be really fucking clear about what Cherry is to me: my old lady.



The way this town can pull something together last-minute never ceases to amaze me.

When news spread that the union   Club was hosting something this evening, it spread like wildfire. The town’s been starving for something to raise their spirits, apparently. Before noon even rolled around, we were swamped with people calling club members to throw money into the thing and offer to cook or bring drinks. By the time people started showing up at the warehouse, you’d think it was a city-wide organized event.

I’m sitting at the end of a long table, laughing at one of Anya’s jokes as we put down another beer. Cherry is on my lap, already blushing after a couple drinks, her arms around my neck.

There’s music echoing throughout the whole warehouse, and Genn is up on the stage playing guitar with a handful of his buddies from work. He’s had a garage band going for a few years, and he’s been too shy to show it off to us, but his bandmates practically forced him to get up on stage with them for tonight.

Vasily and Roy are in the corner, taking on some of the locals at arm-wrestling. They threw together something of a tournament for the night, and now some of the factory workers from around town are trying their arms against them.

I practically ordered our bartender Rod to take the day off and enjoy himself, so I hired another local guy to run the show for him. He and I shot the breeze for a while before he snuck off to take part in what looked like a poker game among some of the other club members. Unfortunately for them, Rod has been around all of them long enough to know all their tells, and he’s cleaning house, much to their chagrin.

Outside, I’ve heard that the mechanics from across town are being shown the club’s bikes, and as news spreads, some of the club’s gearheads slip out to take part. From what I’ve heard across the warehouse, Eva’s already come close to getting into a brawl with someone over an engine modification.

“I can not believe I ever left this town,” Cherry laughs as Anya slips off to chat with the young carpenter she’s had her eye on all night. Cherry hugs my neck tight, planting a kiss on my cheek. “Leon, look at all this! This was less than a day’s prep!”

“It’s something else, yeah,” I chuckle, giving her ass a squeeze and pulling her closer into me. She giggles, bringing her forehead to touch mine with heavily lidded eyes.

“I can’t believe you, you know? It’s like you can get this whole town moving, just by the force of your personality. But you don’t use it for yourself, you know? You just kind of... inspire them.”

The grin on my face spreads, and my hand runs up her back. “I’m not the only one who’s inspired someone lately,” I whisper in her ear in a husky tone, and Cherry bites her lip a moment before pressing her lips against mine.

I let her meld into me, tossing my beer aside as my hands grip her ass and we make out right there in view of everyone. It only makes my cock harder as I feel her up, and her hands slip inside my kutte while her tongue dives into my mouth.

“There’s an empty office room in the back,” I whisper into her ear, and she starts to grin and stand up when the warehouse front door swings open and Eva sprints in, waving her hands.

“Everyone! The feds are here!”

The next instant, half a dozen police officers flood through the door, one of whom grabs Eva’s arms and presses her against the wall as he slips handcuffs on her wrists. A number of the cops shout out as they pour in: “County police! Everyone freeze, hands in the air!”

The crowd explodes.

Club members and townsfolk alike dive for windows, surge towards backdoors, or get run down by the county police. I realize that they’re only grabbing the patches and anyone who’s been seen with our club regularly. Immediately, I grab a shocked Cherry’s arm and bolt towards the back office I meant to fuck in a few moments ago.

Chaos takes over in a matter of moments, and my heart sinks as I hear Agent Doyle’s voice just outside the entrance.

“FBI, FBI! Everyone remain calm, I have a warrant!”

Inside, things are anything but calm. The county sheriffs that have crashed the party waste no time in overturning tables, sending the home cooked food the town had brought in scattering across the floor, and the sound of broken glass tells me the drinks are following after in short order.

The club gets the worst of it. Vasily gets tackled by two of the cops, one of them sticking a knee in his neck while they handcuff him on the ground. It takes twice as many to keep Roy down. I don’t see Anya or Genn, and I wonder whether they’ve already been hauled into the cars outside or if they made it out in time.