The Bad boy and the Biker chick

Headless chickens

Okay, I'll make this short because I hate these authors notes and what not. Hi guys, I'm fade, as you should have seen by now, I love motorbikes; I've been brought up in a biker gang of speed devils. I love horses so that should explain Seth and the reason Scar is such a badass with less emotion than most is because I have been through a lot of which she will be going through. My best friend Molly is my editor and I love her so much for it... Hope you guys enjoy the story!

PS: you should rarely see these authors notes because I myself hate them, if you do though can you take the time to read them, they may be important.

Thank you

Fade Light

CHAPTER 5: Headless Chickens...

NOTCH'S POV:

After the so called 'necessary' paper work about injury was filled out and the possible outcome of what might happen to my face after a few; very excruciating moments of torture by my fellow work mates, I was finally able to check out the shop without having to worry about Max and his forcing hand.

"This place is a lot bigger than it looks from the outside" I point out as Matt shows me around the staff area, he does some sort of shrug that I have figured out to be his unheard of habit; moving through to an outback workshop, full of bike parts, motorcycles and a large amount of working space is. A large garage door that opens out to a small course where I presume they teach new comers how to ride or exsperiment with the new repares on morotcylcles. With hot sun and warm air breezing through the workshops garage door, giveing the shop an added peace to the very clean and neat workshop.

"You guy's are pretty organized I see" adding to his small speech about the working space and how each problem has a specific area in which it should be fixed.

In the middle of the tool and motorcycle crowded work shop is an old Harley, probably the one that this 'she' that Max seemed very protective of, had fixed. Movement catches from the corner of my eye and it's then that I notice female with denim shorts, a black tank top and knee high boots; exiting via the garage door, shouting something to the guy I had met in the office, Joe I think it was. Before I have a chance to catch site of her face; she's placing on a leather jacket and walking away with a field of curly blonde hair trailing behind her.

I turn to Matt to see him, too, staring at the girl as she left with a sway in her hips that obviously comes natural to her. She looks familiar, but my mind can't seem to place a figure on her; I guess the fact that I couldn't see her face to face, doesn't help my 'oh so small brain'.

I'm suddenly slapped over the head by something hard.

"Ow! What the fuck was that for?!" I turn to Max to see what he had hit me with and growled. "Why the hell would you hit me with a-?!" I step away from him in disgust, as I only now just register what he hit me with "is that a toilet brush?!"

I ask as I rub the back of my now sore and slightly damp head.

Max give's a nod and an evil smirk that I feel the need to knock off, but being the good person I am; I hold back my anger and add to the effect of my glare instead.

"That thing is as hard as a rock! Good luck cleaning the toilets with that thing" I scoff, but have a bad feeling grow in my stomach as those word's leave my mouth; I turn back to Matt, ignoring the feeling, but before I can say a word, something is flung at the back of my head and I turn back to Max to see he was the culprit, I hold the toilet brush in one hand and scrunch my other in annoyance and anger.

"What's his problem!?" I turn to Matt as Max walks off with a smirk of such wicked deeds that my heart hammers with the need to kill; who know's maybe these two are the one's I should be searching into.