Biker Girl

Chapter 1

     The bar was pretty much empty at this hour. Only a couple of those who had passed out on the couches were still sleeping off their drunkenness and a couple of girls cleaned glasses behind the bar. Jerrod and Mitch sat at a table that usually served as a poker table and looked at each other, trying to decipher the other's thoughts. This bar belonged to them, well to the MC really but as president and vice president of the Flying Aces they liked to say they ran the place. Not only that but the two men had been like brothers for the majority of their forty-something years. Mitch knew Jerrod pretty well. Well enough to know that whatever it was he wanted to talk about had him on edge big time and it was personal, not club related. Mitch would bet his left nut on it, and he was partial to the little fucker. Jerrod emptied his second shot before eyeing his oldest friend like he wanted to do anything but have this convo. "I can't fucking believe I'm having this discussion and much less with you. I wanna believe that I can still trust you but man..."

Now that was a surprise.. What the fuck had he done? Mitch had been practically an angel after the last DUI, in fact, the empty can of Monster in front of him should be evidence of that.

Jerrod's condemning look had him a bit disturbed. "Woah now, hold your fucking horses, man. I don't know what the fuck you think I did but I didn't relapse, okay. I've been fucking clean and I haven't been drunk or high, in over six months. Haven't even gotten laid in that long."

"Maybe that's the problem then, maybe you need to find a whore to wet that old wick of yours. Maybe that way you can stop looking at Cassidy like you have, and don't even try to deny that shit. This is not naysay, I've seen you do it just last night," Jerrod said, throwing the shot glass across the room to crash against the bar.

Mitch looked at him and he wanted to be mad at his friend but he was a little sad instead, hell, he was a lot sad. "Cassidy, really? Do you think that low of me? I love that fucking kid like she's mine! How the fucking hell do you think I want to fuck your kid man! I changed her fucking diapers!" He sounded offended because he was.

"I've seen you look at her, don't fucking deny it. I saw you last night."

"Yeah man, of course, I looked at her, she's a beautiful girl and she was practically naked last night

but I wasn't rubbing one out. I was thinking about doing what you should have and dragged her ass off to change her clothes; and if I have been looking at her before that it's because I thought perhaps she could be good for Kitt, not for me?"

"First off, I did ask her to change and she flipped me off, second of all, Kitt? Your kid is 28 years old and slow. Cassidy is only 20 and she would eat him alive anyway."

"First off," he said mimicking him, "you should fucking apologize to me for calling me a fucking pervert, and my kid is not slow, he is depressed. He didn't come back the same from the military, that's why his mom asked me to let him come stay with me for a while, to hook him up with a job. Kitt's a good kid, he's way better than the rest of those wanna-be thugs Cassidy has been dating."

"Fine, I apologize but I don't like you looking at Cassidy like she is a woman."

"Sorry to tell you this dude but she has been that for a while now. In any case, I was gonna tell her to invite Kitt to the Stone Crab Run this weekend. She was telling me she was stoked to ride her new custom. Kitt has been working hard on that design too. Look, they don't have to get married, but she's pretty enough to pull him out of whatever stupor he's in. It's hard to say no to a ride with a beauty, you know that my friend, that's why you always end up in trouble."

Jerrod laughed. "You might be doing your boy a disservice, Cassidy can be a pill, and heads up, she's not known for her charity."

"Like I said it's just a favor she'd be doing for me. If anything, being asked by a pretty girl to a ride will lift his spirits a bit."

"It's his funeral."