ANARCHY | #1 Men of Destruction MC

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Not long after morning prayers, Maggie caught herself in a compromising situation. Deciding whether she should stick with her conservative stuck up "friends" or hang peacefully by herself at a local dine-in. To her, it wasn't really a hard decision; she'd choose to be by herself any day than to be with those huge assholes. They weren't her friends. She didn't even want them as friends. But her parents did. Her parents were trusting her to be around people who are above standard and highly religious. Little did they know, those kind of people were the most evil of them all.

Maggie sat on the steps in front of the church, waiting quietly for those first few people to leave. She didn't want them running their mouths about where she would eventually run off to and have her parents find out. So she waited and waited until they all finally left the religious building, not even sparing a glance back at her. Maggie took that as her queue to quickly scurry off to that local dine-in.

Her heart was sort of pounding, as it should when you're doing something you're not supposed to. This dine-in wasn't just some ordinary place where people like her would go to. People like her, meaning the "high class." Maggie hated the term. She believed everyone was equal in their own way. No one is better than anyone else based by their money status or even religious views.

She wanted to know what it was like. So, she decided on her own she would visit the part of town the outlaws ran.

The Men of Destruction M.C.

Maggie has heard many stories about how they were such a burden to our town and how much violence they caused. Really, Maggie honestly didn't think they were the ones causing it.

With the name like Men of Destruction you would think differently but Maggie knew people liked to act tough on the outside but actually have a heart on the inside.

Once Maggie arrived to her destined location, she was getting the feelings of regret coming on to her. In front near the entrance  stood a row of really nice looking motorcycles, belonging to none other than the outlaws themselves. Maggie let out a breath and continued to walk into the diner.

She wasn't gonna let silly nerves get to her. She wanted this. She wanted to know what it's like. The thoughts running through her head were going crazy about all the bad outcomes that could possibly happen just by being here. Would they kill her for stepping into their territory? Beat her to a pulp for even stepping a foot in there?

Maggie's thoughts were soon put to rest when a sweet southern girl spoke up. "Hi honey, is it just you or are you waiting up on someone?" Maggie hesitated, slightly frowning, looking around. She didn't think this is how it would be like. Where was the crazy drunk men? Where was the bottles that were supposed to be flying around hitting random things?

Maggie finally looked back to the nice young host, "Um, yeah. It's just me." The host nodded, keeping her smile on her face. She grabbed a menu and silverware wrapped in red cotton napkins before leading Maggie to a small booth. "What would you like to drink, honey?" "Water please." The host nodded, giving Maggie one last smile before walking away.

This gave Maggie a chance to really look around and take in her surroundings. It didn't take long to realize that just across from her stood a large group of hard muscled men in leather cuts. That's them, Maggie thought to herself. Most of them were eating and drinking, enjoying themselves. All but one who was carelessly staring over at Maggie. Once Maggie realized, she quickly looked back to her own booth. She felt the heat rush to her face.

     Who was he and why was he staring at her? Did Maggie look out of place? That's when she took in she was still in her church uniform, a white button up shirt with a cotton vest over it with a plaid skirt that reach just above her knees. How did she not think of changing before she came here?