The Gentleman Biker

He's majestic; there's no other word to describe him. Even as he sits still, his power is evident. The look he passed around the room, like a predator with its prey, sent shivers down the spines of all who gathered there. His presence in the small room was overwhelming, and a waft of nervous energy scented the air.If this were a different time, another place, he would've been a king sitting at his council or a warrior directing his troops before heading into battle. Such is the way he carried himself, as if he were a head above all those around him, both literally and figuratively speaking.Men feared and revered him, while women flocked to him like moths to a flame. It's that aura of mystique that surrounds him, the strength that emanates from him with his every move. He has such a way about him, an essence that commands the admiration of both men and women.Each man now avoided his glare. They'd learned in the short while since he's been here what folly awaits any who think themselv

I studied her for way too long before looking away. I walked to the window and looked out at nothing as I tried to regroup. I'm not in the habit of going soft over a pretty face, but there was something about her. Maybe it was my knowing what had been done to her, mixed with that look of innocence I'd just seen in her eyes.No, that's not it. Something in her seemed to speak to me, something that I've heard of before but never thought made sense. I tried to recall if anything like this had ever happened before and drew a blank. This was a first, and because I wasn't prepared, I'm flustered. I don't do flustered. My mind grabbed onto the one thing that might explain this shit.I've always been a sucker for a damsel in distress, though I've learned how to choose those who were really in need from the ones who only wanted to get close to me. I can't stand to see any woman in her position, least of all one so young. Now my mind was replaying all the horror stories I'd heard of what her fat

I'm not too up on the latest biker bullshit though I'd heard stories before I came here and had done some research on my own to get some idea of what I was walking into. There's some shit that these people do that I can never wrap my head around, but one thing I know, if a seller has a buyer lined up, then there were talks of a deal.I walked outside, where some of the men were still milling around, no doubt talking about what just happened with Sam. I saw the only Billy in the group that I'd met so far. A middle-aged beer gutted man with a dirty grey and brown beard who looked like he hadn't seen the inside of a shower in ages.I knew from the way he reacted when I called out his name and started walking towards him that he knew precisely why I was coming after him. His eyes jumped around like a cornered rat looking for an escape. There is none.I saw my two shadows move away from the wall where they'd been standing and follow behind me. I stopped right in front of this specimen, look

Since I'm not used to nor have I ever been in the habit of explaining myself to anyone, I wasn't about to start now. So when Silla asked me once again why she and her mother couldn't go back to the clapboard house they lived in, I didn't give her an answer, and she didn't push. I'm not sure if that was because of me and my standoffish air or because her sperm donor had beaten her into submission so often that she was afraid to speak up.I didn't like that one bit; I didn't want her associating me with such things in her mind. Then again, maybe it's for the best. Perhaps it's best she keeps her distance out of fear. That pain in my chest grew stronger with the thought, but I ignored it this time as I heard my shadows come back in and stand outside the door, just in time."Sebastian, Garret, come in here, please." They opened the door and walked in, making the two women jump. They have that effect on most people since no one ever knows that they're there until they're ready for them to.

"Mace, we'll be having two more for dinner, and they'll be around for the next little while. Have your staff fix up the two guestrooms for them, will you." I found my chef and Jack-of-all-trades in the kitchen concocting some shit that was bound to make me feel like a grazing animal. This fuck had gone to some convention for kitchen hacks like himself and came back with new ways to torture my ass. Some days the shit he puts in front of me passed off as healthy eating makes me wish I'd left his ass to die in the desert instead of saving his life.One selfless act almost seven years ago had gained me a lifelong sidekick and one of the few people I trust. "Who? I refuse to take care of that riffraff you've taken up with. When are we getting out of here anyway?" The six-foot-four African American man glared daggers at me as he chopped something green and no doubt tasteless."I told you before; we'll be here for a while. As to who's coming here, it's a young woman and her mother. Her old m