Surviving

Comming In Hot

Hawk sits on his front porch feelin his age. Drinking whiskey while the new prospects wash the club bikes supervised of corse. The high end club members join the older man with smiles on there faces. " your a dirty old man" Boomer laughs at Hawk " watch the paint job prospect" Bullet yells as he cusses under his breath. " ok men church at 6" the men groan as it's a sunny Friday. As the conversation gose on a loud rumble comes down Hawks driveway everyone but Hawk jumps up guns out. The old man let's out a chuckle as the speed demon stirs up dust pulling up to the houes.

Colts pov
Stand behind me and I'll protect you.
Stand beside me and I'll respect you.
Stand in my way and I'll show you no mercy.
Inside of me there's a Survivor, a Fighter a, Wild thing chaser.
I live by these words.

I'm Colt Duvare Reed. Standing at almost 6foot tall. 26 years old. I'm a sassy take no shit gall. Riding Lorenzo's bike I smile as th sun hits my back. I'm just out side my home town. I laugh thinking back to my childhood with my badass biker family.

I rumble the beast of a bike down the dirt road of my father's astate. Pulling up infront of my teenager years houes I smile seeing dad drinking whiskey like he always dose. As they other men point there guns at me. I shrug it off knowing my dad won't let me get shot. I pull off my helmet and I get whistles from the prospects I turn twords the men and glare " watch your cat calls prospects or ill have your dam kutt" they just smirk at me " yea right she has no power" he says quietly having enough I pull my gun out and shot him in the dam foot " ahh fucking bitch" I laugh " yes I am a bitch" putting my gun away I turn to my dad " hey dad what's for dinner" he chuckles " steak. Now stop shooting my men" " I didn't shoot your men I shot a prospect. " he sighs " Colt Reed you little devil you've sure grown up" uncle Boomer says to me him being now in his late 40s " and you sure have gotten old uncle Boomer" he huffs at me "  here Colt looks like you need this" dad hands me the first aid kit after coming out of the houes " thanks dad" " now what the hell happened now" I smirk " would you belive yoga got out of control" he smirks at me " oh is this like the time math got wold and you ended up with a busted face and broken ribs" I smile " yep" he gives me his dad glare " fine fine fine. Bar fight" he sighs " well atlaest your ok" I smile at him " find and dandy dad, now I was promised steak" he laughs

Now with a belly full of steak. I enter the MC haven't changed much since I left at 21. Few more dents in the walls and a bit more blood stains on the bar other then that it's like I never left. Seeing as church is in full swing. I look at the clock and see it's time for me to join. Walking in the Doble doors I get glares from the newer members " ah Colt your just on time" I nod and lean against the wall behind my dad " as you all know I'm getting to dam old to be leading an MC. So today I Hawk the Dragon Rider's MC prez for more then 40 years step down from prez" the room gose ballistic he bangs the gavel getting everyone to settle down " now I know you all have questions and I'll take them now" " who's going to be the prez" a member my age asks " well the owner of the club probably should be" I'm shocked that's why dad called me home for this meeting I was 8 years old when I was given ownership of the MC and everything to do with it or that had the Dragon's Ryders name on it " I thought you where the owner Hawk" uncle Boomer says. " nope as a kid I didn't want to be the prez at first. And my father knew it so he gave the MC to another after he died I had to step up and be prez and ended up making it my life but I don't own the club and I'm ok with that" the room getts louder as the men talk like teen girls " so what do you say Colt ready to take over" dad turns to me and asks and the room gose stiff " well dad this was quite the surprise you put on me. But I have my own life to so ill need to think about this before hand. " he nods " well your temporary prez till further notice Colt I'm to old for this" he says getting up and handing me the gavel I smile taking it from him " once I get things figured out I'll let you all know. Since I was 8 years old I go by Dragon taking the legacy of my grandfather the founder of this club. Church dismissed till Monday at 5am by then I'll have a solution and will awnser your questions" I banged the gavel on the table and the men slowly left dad walked over to me and gave me a hug. We hugged a minute and we walked out the doors I ran to my bike realy quick grabbing my kutt I got from dragon years ago. Walking back in dad finds me taking the prez patch above hos name tag and puts it above mine making me prez takin off his Kutt he peels the prez patch from the back and turns me around putting it on my Kutt. I smile as my phone rings I pull it out an see it's important " hold on dad I need to awnser this " he nods " hey Kelly what's up" " what's up is Drake left Cannon and Bentley here in the middle of the night with a note saying he can't care for them anymore laving full custody to you" " fucking shit, ok let me find a truck to ues and I'll be there as soon as I can" " thanks Colt I'd take the but ive got 7 of my own" " I know I know I thought Drake had gotten his shit together" I hang up and turn to me dad who's confused " can I borrow your old truck that collects rust in your yard" " you can just have the dam thing" I chuckle and hug my dad " mind if I stay with you till I fin something around here" " Colt I've had a houes built for you knowing someday you'd come home" I hug him and smile " awesome I'll check it out tomorrow right now there's an emergency I'll be back late I'll crash in your couch" he nods and I run out to my bike and start her up thw race to dad's and pick up the old pick up truck.