The Biker's Chase

Chalter Four

*********Slasher********

I climbed off my bike, looking at the two bodies that rested were tied together. They sat alone in the desert, crows picking at their dead flesh. "Damn it," Pierce kicked the dirt as he noticed the spray painted on their prospect cuts. "Damn Venom's Creed, those bastards are back."

"They got the fucking load, Hector's not gonna be fucking pleased we lost his fucking merchandise." Hog grunted, kicking the tire to the empty pick up.

"We need to find it," Pierce growled, pulling out his phone.

"What I'm curious about is where Fred's man is?" I asked, looking for the third body that just wasn't here. Fred Mastif was the Prez to a smaller club, he helped us move product while we gave them protection.

"Don't know, but I'm sure as hell gonna find out." Pierce gave Hog and Cody the job of dumping to bodies as the rest of us climbed on our bikes. "Let's go ask him." We revved our engines and took off down the road, hell bent on finding the bastards that betrayed us.

*******Avery******

I tied my white and rose converse just as there was a knock at my door. I made sure that the rise band on my head was secure before walking down the stairs, opening the door for Harper. "Hey!" She hugged me before smiling at my outfit. "That is so cute!" She complimented my yellow, off the shoulder dress.

"And you look amazing!" She wore an emerald tank with light wash jeans. "Are you sure you don't mind coming?"

"Of course not!" She smiled as I grabbed my wick purse and we walked out my front door.

"Thank you again." I sighed as we climbed into her truck. She was coming to lunch with me so I could talk to my mother. "She said that she wouldn't bring Wes but I don't trust her."

"I understand, besides it'll take my mind off of the guys." Harper pulled out and my heart dropped just thinking about them. They had been gone for close to a week and I had to admit that I was petrified. "How you doing with all of this? I mean your pregnant and your man is out doing God only knows what."

"Slasher isn't my man..." I chewed on the inside of my cheek.

"Bull crap..." Harper has been censoring what she said around me because apparently that baby can hear her curse and she feels guilty. "I've known Slasher a long time and I haven't seen him act like that around anyone. Even before he was in the club officially and he had actual girlfriends. He treats you like a queen."

"It's complicated, Harper." I sighed as I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Well," she pulled into the restaurant. "You're the one making it complicated." We climbed out of the truck, the conversation clearly not over, and walked into the Italian restaurant.

"Avery!" My mother waved at us with her manicured nails and I groaned seeing Wes stand, buttoning his black suit jacket.

"Told you she was lying." I whispered as we walked over to my mother. She pulled me into a hug and I nearly choked on her perfume. My mother was a petite woman, only being 5'4 while I was 5'7. I inherited her blonde hair before I dyed it silver and I shared my brown eyes with my father. "Mother. Wes," I didn't try to hug him as we all sat. Wes was about three years older than me, he had brown hair and brown eyes.

"Who's your friend?" My mother asked, her smile forced as she was clearly irritated that I brought someone. Well tough shit, two can play at this game.

"This is Harper," I smiled just as my mother took a sip of water. "My lover." She choked, spraying the water all over the table.

"That is not funny Avery Simone." My mother scolded as I smiled at her.

"Harper is a friend from college and a friend to the father of my child." My mother stiffened, Wes, seeming to be unaffected by this, just took a sip of water.

"We shall not speak of that man, you understand me?" My mother's tone was harsh. "Wesley is the father."

"No, mother." She gaped at me, the word was unfamiliar to her, especially coming from my mouth. "Wesley is not the father. Wesley will never be my child's father. Wesley will never be my husband. I will not marry him, I wouldn't then and I won't now. So you and him can take that idea and shove it up your asses."

"Avery Simone!" My mother shrieked, "That is not how a lady speaks."

"Then I won't be a lady." I stood, Harper following the motion. "If being a lady means I'll turn into a bitter, self-righteous, unforgiving, heartless bitch like you then I'll pass. In fact, I'm happy to be anything but a lady." I smiled at my horrified mother. "Have a good rest of the day and I hope your meal is terrific." I took Harper's hand, leading her and her snickering back out to the truck. Before I climbed in my stomach rolled and I puked in the sidewalk, Harper holding my hair back. "I'm in so much shit." I groaned as I took a sip of the water that Harper handed me.

"That was amazing, Aves!" Harper hugged me. "You did the right thing."

"I know," I sighed. "I just don't want to hear from my dad. I know that's who she's going to call. He's always been better at persuading me to do stuff."

"Well, he's not going to this time. You know why?" I shook my head at her enthusiastic smile. "Because not only do you have Nova, Sparrow, and I to have your back but you also have a badass biker who loves you."

"He doesn't..." I took a deep breath, my stomach turning again. "He doesn't love me, Harper. We've only know each other for six months! And half the time we either fought or didn't speak at all."

"He loves you," she smirked. "You both are just too damn blind to see it. Trust me, I'm the expert on blind love."