Sons of Mayhem 1

Chapter 10

CHAPTER TEN

Nicole

By the time we arrived it was dark and I was shivering hard, my legs and bare skin covered in goose bumps. We must have been riding nearly an hour. I had been pressed up against Jase for warmth, using his body to block the wind, but it wasn't enough. I'd know to bring something warmer to wear next time.

Two younger guys in leather jackets rolled back the entrance gate as we turned up. There was a sign up reading "S.O.M.E. Security", and then another saying "S.O.M.E. Debt collection"

We gently rolled up to a well-lit one story building. Loud rock music poured out from inside, mingling with yells and laughs and the occasional shriek and moan.

Here we go. I jumped off the bike next to Jase who wrapped an arm around me. "You're freezing!"

"I'm okay," I lied.

"Let's get you inside and all warmed up." That sounded like a fine plan to me. Before we headed indoors Jase removed his jacket and draped it over my shoulders. On my smaller frame it enveloped me and the bottom of the jacket hung lower even than my shorts. If I did the zipper up, it'd look like I was naked except for the jacket. I giggled to myself. Jase raised an eyebrow at me, but then shook his head and grinned as if he knew what I was thinking.

When the jacket covered me I was engulfed in a heady scent I'll never forget. The smell of man and leather. Sexy man and leather. I felt like I was already drunk as we headed inside with his arm wrapped around me.

I gulped as Jase pushed open the door and I got my first glimpse of the home of the life changing world of the outlaw motorcycle gang. I'd only known the tattooed man with his arm wrapped around me for a few hours, but I already felt like I belonged to him. We'd been through so much in such a short time it seemed.

A handsome looking man with an English accent approached us, "I was worrying about you Jase." Cute.

Jase laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. "It'll take more than a couple of methaholics to bring me down Lonnie."

"Oh I didn't mean that, I meant her," he said nodding his head at me.

What does that mean?

"Very funny." Jase turned away from his friend back to me. "C'mon lets get something to warm you up." Jase pushed me towards the other side of the dimly-lit room to where a bar appeared to have been set up.

As we walked across I surveyed my surroundings. There were tables and chairs scattered about and a few booths along the walls. Towards my right was a pool table. Presumably the pool table on which Lucy had been playing with a different kind of balls to what were currently being cannoned around the table by two long-haired and leather-jacketed men.

My eyes widened slightly when I saw what appeared to be two girls around my age passionately kissing while two guys cheered them on. Of course I'd seen girls doing similar things to impress the boys at frat parties, in fact Lucy had even made me do it with her once much to my embarrassment, but it seemed strangely much more erotic in this den of bikers. It seemed more real. These were people with real jobs and lives doing real things, not like the fake bubble of living that most students at Farmington College surrounded themselves in.

Jase saw me looking around. "It's usually a pretty fun time here on a Saturday night. Or a Friday. Or I guess any day really." I wasn't sure if Jase was proud or embarrassed. I got the impression that he didn't necessarily think it was all as fun as it looked.

"Yo, BK!" Jase called to the pledge working behind the bar, "Do us a couple of hot toddies. The lady here is cold." I don't think I'd ever been called a lady; at least not since I was a little girl in trouble getting called young lady in a disapproving tone.