"Redemption Riders: Passion and Power in the Shadows"

Chapter Four: Jake

I knew Sara needed help, and this was something our club couldn't solve, at least not in a legal way. I had even suggested to Duke that we straighten out her coworker with a surprise visit in the wee hours and make our point with our fists. But Duke refused, knowing it would jeopardize Sara's career. The only person who could truly help her was coming, and I was eager to see who it was.

As I was in the garage, I spent some time tending to my cherished motorcycle, a classic Harley-Davidson Road King. It had been with me through thick and thin, my faithful companion on countless journeys. I meticulously checked every detail, making sure she was in perfect condition. The sound of her engine was like music to my ears, and the feel of the road beneath her wheels was pure bliss.
I take pride in my mechanical skills, and I never let anyone else touch my bike. She's a beauty, and I treat her like my own flesh and blood. As I continued working, lost in the world of grease and metal, I had no idea that a new presence was about to enter the complex, changing the course of my day and possibly my life.

"Hey, Wolf, come on out, man. You gotta see this," Ace shouted as he joined in the collective whistling after a woman stepped out of a parked white BMW jeep, wearing a sharp white corporate suit and dangerously high heels. These heels are usually worn by women from the local bar or strippers, but she's definitely not one of them. Every inch of her oozed sophistication and elegance.

Okay, this is definitely something different, I thought to myself .

"Hey, guys, take it easy, simmer down a bit," I said to them with a laugh.

Oh, yes, she's definitely something else, but what is she doing here? I stepped out of the garage and leaned against the wall. Pants and a blazer don't usually turn me on, but those "fuck me" heels... Those tight pants do a damn fine job hugging her long legs and a backside that's sinfully tight. Her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, and though I can't see her face yet, I like everything so far.

If she looks this damn good now, imagine how smoking hot she'd be naked, legs wrapped around me, still in those fucking high heels, moaning in my ear. I know I'm a piece of shit, but fuck it, not a single woman has complained about my dirty mouth and all the filthy words I whisper to them in bed.

"She's hot as hell. God, just give me one night with her," Ace interrupted my thoughts.

"Alright, man, you need to calm down a bit."- I snapped back at him.
"Alright, alright," he replied,"So, who is she? And what's she doing here?" Ace asked, trying to sound casual.

"She's with Sara, man, some fancy lawyer or something," I've said, still grinning. "Sarah brought her here for some help."

"Help? Help with what?" he asked, genuinely curious now.

"She needed assistance with something important. She trusts this woman with her life, so we better give her the same respect," I sad, my tone serious now.

Sara had been visibly distressed lately. Her spirit was visibly shattered. The girl who used to be full of enthusiasm and smiles had sunk low in the past few weeks. Duke been by her side the whole time, I've have even free him up some club responsibilities to be with her, not just as support, but also for her safety. Something was definitely off with that guy who's been threatening her, Brendon Collins. The guys checked him out, and despite his affluent background and impressive resume, he's been seen with a few dudes connected to the two biggest criminal outfits in our region. There's definitely something fishy there.

So damn glad to finally see a smile on Sara's face as she approaches our mysterious guest. I know she said she trusts her for now, and judging by that hug, I'd say our top model friend will be sticking around until this crap blows over. They're just a few feet away from me, so I can't catch what they're saying exactly, but I see Duke, while introducing himself, managed to get a giggle out of her. Oh, you can tell she's got some pedigree, even her laughter sounds luxurious. I wonder if her boobs jiggle while she chuckles, she's got her back to me, so I can't see that. Jake, you're one stupid motherfucker. But damn, I'm dying to catch a glimpse of her rack.
"I'm Sky, nice to meet you," the words floated over to me like a distant echo, as the curvy blonde handed her hand to Duke, introducing themselves. And then, bam!

That name and the way she fuckin' spoke hit me like a truck. My body twitched, and I pushed myself off the wall where I'd been lounging. No fuckin' way! They were too damn far, and maybe the sun and the fumes from the garage were playing tricks on me. And as if it wasn't enough, Ace had handed me another goddamn beer to chug while we were kickin' back near the bikes. Fuck me! My heart was racing like a motherfucker – what the hell was wrong with me? I've been through some crazy-ass shit and shady deals for the club, but this kind of jolt was somethin' else.

"Jake, what the fuck's up with you, man? Why're you twitchin' like a damn crackhead?" Ace quipped at me with that smug grin of his.
"Nothing! What do you care? Now get the fuck off me!".

I shot back, keeping my cool just enough for a split second, making sure Ace and the guys wouldn't start buggin' me about being all twitchy over a new piece of ass. I'm the VP after all, and it wouldn't go well if they thought they could crack a joke. I'd vouch for them any day, but sometimes they're just act as some dumb shitheads. Calm down, Jake. It's not her. Chill out, man! I collected myself and returned to the same position.

They talked for a few more minutes, and I could see that both Isabella and Sara visibly relaxed upon spotting their longtime friend. Okay, this shit's gotta end. If she don't flip her ass around, I'm haulin' my ass over there. Ain't no way in hell this is her!

Screw me sideways if this ain't one of them moments when everything's frickin' frozen, you know, like the world's stopped turnin', and flies are hangin' in mid-air, and it's quieter than a frickin' library 'cause everything's just frickin' halted... Jeez, I used to think that was some cheesy-ass romance crap from movies, you know, when they spot the "love of their damn life"... Fuck, I ain't sane! Right when Sara signaled for 'em to head over to the clubhouse, my brain went batshit crazy yellin', no, don't go, turn your damn heads! And guess what? It fuckin' happened...

Everything slowed down in that damn second when she looked back over her damn shoulder... Fruckin' shoot me if it ain't like some slow-ass motion movie scene, her damn hair floatin' around, blinkin' in slow-mo like she can't believe her damn eyes. Thank  God I was leanin' on the garage wall 'cause if I was standin', I'd have fuckin' hit the dirt the moment I saw her sinful lips partin' all slow-like. Yeah, that's the fuckin' sign I was damn lookin' for, it's her... Is it even real that she damn recognized me?! Screw me, why the fuck did I even damn wanted to know who she was.

Sara caught that, fucking knew it! Now I'm royally screwed! Nothing escapes that girl's radar. She made it crystal clear to all the guys not to even think about approaching her with any bullshit lines or trying to hit on her. Duke was even worse, telling the guys that he'd hang them by their balls if he saw anyone looking at her like they wanna fuck her.

Of course, none of that shit was directed at me. I'm still the damn VP of the club, and Sara knows my game with women. It's not like I don't have my fun and mess around, getting laid for the sake of it, but I'm not one of those little fuckwits who goes around bragging about it the next day. That's not my style. I might be a real asshole when it comes to the whole man-woman thing, but I make sure every woman leaves with her dignity intact, at least until the damn gate. I'm still old school when it comes to treating women, well, outside the bedroom at least.

I stayed fucking cool the whole damn time. When Sky shot me whit those piercing blue eyes, shit, if my heart didn't just jump a fucking beat! What the hell is this, I don't fucking react like this over a goddamn woman! But screw it, she's not just any goddamn woman...

'Cause I had more time to prep than she did, I had a head start on who the fuck she was. I stayed fucking ice-cold when her mouth opened like she saw a damn ghost and she froze in her tracks. I even cracked a bit of a smirk, like a total dickhead. I'm a goddamn ruthless asshole, that's for fucking sure. But hey, this ain't some chick flick where I'm gonna sprint over and give her a big-ass hug 'cause we've just crossed paths again after all these years and all the shit that's gone down between us... oh no, if my damn ticker flutters, babe, so will yours! I know I'm a bastard, and I won't downplay this crazy-ass shock for you!