Biker Boy Gunnar ✔️

Five

        We hopped out of the black van and slammed the door. As soon as we hopped out the van sped away leaving us to face the task at hand. A loud pair of hands slapped together before hitting me on the back.

"Let's get this party started." Manny yelled into the night air.

"Shut up," I replied as I hit him. "You're with me and for godsake put your hood on your head."

"Always so serious." He groaned as he pulled the dark hoodie over his shaved head.

       I rolled my shoulders back and recalled all the details of this boost. The details of the cars, owners locations, and the car alarming systems. I swear if Manny scratches up the Audi R8 I'll kill him, his hands are not the steadiest when he is hijacking cars. I pulled my hood tighter over my head before leading the guys to our target.

      We stuck to the shadows as we made our way up the path to the bigger than normal house. None of the lights were on in the house and the garage door was being held open by a thick tree branch, courtesy of our inside man. I signaled for Jarod and Zander to take care of the garage door. Once they succeeded in opening the garage door to it's full height and put in the pin for the alarm system Manny and I made our move.

       My heart was crashing in my chest as the rush of adrenaline pumped through my veins. The familiarity of this rush was both comforting and exciting. I could feel my hands tightening around the window bar as Manny and I rushed to the car while still sticking to the shadows. I shoved the bar down and waited until the locking mechanism clicked into place.

        I pulled the bar out, the smile forming on my face was completely unbreakable. As I was unlocking the car doors Manny was disabling the car alarm system. For some reason some people kept the keys to their steering wheel locks in the car. I unlocked the door so Manny could get inside. After unlocking the steering wheel the beautiful black and white car purred as it came to life.

       As soon as Manny and I strapped ourselves into our seat belts, I zoomed out of the garage in a haste. When I first started working for Maverick he had me doing small jobs such as pretending like I was lost and needed help. When I turned fifteen Maverick taught me how to drive, before that Manny taught me how to break into cars without smashing windows. Getting windows fixed on cars with no licensed registration was a complete pain in the ass.

       I enjoyed stealing cars for Dark Howlers however when Mav starting losing people do to disloyalty he kept moving me up the ranks.  Without the club I don't know where I would be and for that I'll forever be grateful for them accepting me as part of their family.

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      The clubhouse was chaotic as members drank alcohol like it was water and kissing free women. Drinks were being disrupted by the prospects, bodies were becoming conjoined normally I'd be right with the members drunk out of my mind but I'm here on business. My head feels as if it is splitting because of a full on headache. All I wanted to do is crash on my couch and down a couple of beers but of course the Sons of Morrow was preventing that.

       My strides were equally spaced as I ventured into the halls in search of Mav club room. After knocking a couple times and getting no answer I opened the door. I instantly regret opening the wretched door when I see the reason why no one responded to my knocks. Neither one of them cared that I walked in they continued their activities.

      Maverick is lying on his back with one hand placed behind his head as the dark haired woman moved up and down on his lower half. My face scrunched up in disgust, as I came into the room and turned away from the scene in front of me.

"Who is it?" Maverick grunted only furthering my disgust.

"Can you stop so we can talk about business?" I responded.