Just Keep Running (Bulldogs MC #2) [Featured]

3: Helmet Hair Is Never Attractive

^^ Banjo ^^

It only takes us twenty minutes to get to the clubhouse. The bikes go slower than I guess they usually would, making sure to stick with the van. I'm honestly surprised that I've been in town for a few weeks now and have somehow managed not to bump into to any of the guys. From the lack of interest from the people we pass, I guess that they were a common fixture around town, and yet I'd been oblivious to their presence.

From the outside, the clubhouse looks like a pub, if you ignore the "Bulldogs MC" sign that hangs over the door. The front door opens to a bar area with tables dotted around, a pool table in the corner and a large T.V screen on the end wall. As Skids leads me through a door behind the bar, I realise that the building goes a lot further back than it seemed to from the outside. There is a long corridor with several doors on each side. He had explained to me on the way here that most members live elsewhere - including him - but the rooms are available for whoever needs them. Especially after a heavy night when no one is in a fit state to drive home. He leads me to the door furthest from the bar and shows me in. There is a double bed against one wall, with a wardrobe and chest of drawers on the other side. A door at the back of the room leads to an en suite and I am overjoyed to see a bathtub as well as a shower. I can't remember the last time I'd had a long soak, rather than standing in a tiny shower cubicle.

 After I've dumped my stuff, he leads me back to the bar and introduces me to Banjo. From the first instance, I knew we'd be great friends. He is about six foot tall with blonde hair that falls into his face. He is the same build as Jay, with hazel eyes that hold a mischievous twinkle. He doesn't shake my hand like the others had, instead he pulls me into a giant hug. Before Skids can speak, Banjo does.

"Now I know she can't be your old lady. She's way out of your league!"

And this is how I know we will be friends. He gets as much joy from winding people up as I do. I turn to look at the others and a laugh escapes me. Pest seemed to have gotten over his fear of Sammy and was currently feeding him bits of ham. Sammy's tail wags happily as Pest throws the meat into the air for him to catch.

"I'll stay here with the wolf while you pick up your stuff from storage," he tells me with a grin. I roll my eyes and decide against arguing whether Sammy was a wolf or not.

As I climb into the cab of the flatbed, squashed between Banjo in the driver's seat, and Skids on my other side, I look around in confusion. Every body is getting on their bikes, with Jay leading the way. As the van pulls out to follow them, I turn to Skids.

"Do you always go everywhere together?"

He nods. "Aye. At the minute we do,"

I decide not to ask anymore. I have the feeling that the less I know about the club's business, the better.

"Which reminds me," he speaks again. "Two of the guys will go with you to work tonight." I open my mouth to argue but he puts a hand over my mouth to stop me. Normally I would've licked it to get him off, but I have no idea where those hands had been. "They will take you there, and wait for you to finish, then they'll bring you home. Do not argue."

I sigh and nod. Whatever's making them all travel together is obviously enough to get him worried, so it's pointless to argue.

We pull into the storage lot and I direct Banjo to my unit. I couldn't help the excitement bubbling up in my chest. I unlock the padlock and chuck it to Banjo, who catches it after fumbling, and I can't help but laugh at him. I turn to Skids and grin, pushing the door up.

Inside are two shapes covered with tarpaulin, and a few boxes. I pull the cover off the first vehicle and Banjo whistles. It's my Kawasaki ZX6R, my baby. It's black with purple accents. Banjo goes to run his fingers along the tank, stopping when I slap his hand away and scowl.