Changing Gears

Chapter 11 - Rider

Rider pulled up outside Fawn's warehouse alongside Smokey, Ink and Wielder. Rider wasn't going to lie, he hated that she had been living in this dump for... he didn't know how long. The place was u down with holes in the crumbling walls.

The bikers stood there in silence for a minute, staring at the rundown building before them. A warehouse was a polite word for the crumbled structure in front of him. Many parts of the roof were missing and the whole plant life surrounding it was over grown.

'Brother,' Ink started, gesturing to Fawns home a look of disgust and horror plain on his face.

'I know, it looks like shit' he cut him off. The three bikers murmured in agreement as they surveyed the dump his girl had called home.

'Right' Wielder announced 'Smokey, you wait outside, you know what to do if you see trouble coming'

Smokey nodded, as he slunk of into the wildlife. Smokey was an ex-marine, a hell of a good fighter. He was good at hiding and lurking in the shadows and could sneak up on any of his brothers on a bad day. If someone was coming, he would see them but they wouldn't see him.

Rider, Ink and Wielder approached the tattered warehouse, skirting round the side they found no door. Instead they found a sheet or tarpaulin stretched across a hole in the wall. Rider frowned, he already knew that he was never letting his little Bambi stay here ever again. Pulling out his gun, Rider stepped into the warehouse.

Just as he had expected, there was nobody inside, dead or alive, which meant the fucker had got away. Rider swore as he looked around the crummy building, in one corner there was a small wooden bed that was missing its mattress. Ratty blankets and pillows lay discarded on the bed, seminally left there after a struggle.

Next to the bed lay an upturned crate that Rider presume was some kind of make shift table. A couple of library books and broken comb, sat on the table. That was it. Replacing his gun in his belt Rider strode over to Fawns possession. The other two bikers left Rider there to brood, knowing that he needed some space.

All Rider could do was swear and swear and swear. Shit! His little bambi had been living in this place? While he had been at the club house and living, well not a perfect life, but a hell of a lot better than she did. Rider swore to himself that he would never, never let his girl live a knife like this again.

In all of his rage Rider noticed an old military lock box, hidden in the darkness underneath the bed. The box had collected a large amount of dust which flew up into the back of his through causing him to cough.

The box was locked. Rider presumed that it held something valuable to Fawn if she kept it locked and hidden. Not wanting to pry into her life without her constant, Rider swiftly put it back where he found it and was turning the leave when he spotted it. The brick.

It was not however the brick that lay in the middle of the dusty concrete floor that interested him and mad his sense go on high alert. It was the white envelope beneath it.

Kneeling down, Rider plucked the envelope from the brick and expected it. there was no name on the white envelope. Without thinking Rider tore it open revealing a small white slip of card that had a line written across it in calligraphy. It read:

My little Fawn, you may have gotten away this time but you are mine and I will have you.

Rider had no doubt on who the knot was from. That stupid fucker who attacked his girl. Rider swore re reading the note until his blood boiled. He stormed outside to come face to face with a stormy face Wielder.

'Brother, we found something' Wielder informed the angry biker in front of him.

'What?' Rider bit out, not in the mood to be pleasant.

'you best see for yourself' Wielder tolled him motioning for Rider to follow him. They walked to the next ware house down where Ink and Smokey stood, both fuming. Their faces gave Rider a sense of foreboding. Storming into the other warehouse Rider cursed as he was mint by many pictures of his little bambi.

Rider understood what he was seeing. It became aware to him that Fawn's attack wasn't just a random attack. Whoever left the note, whoever attacked her had been watching her the whole time.

'There's more' Wielder told him solemnly as he slipped a photography into Rider's hand. The photo was of three men. It was dark and the picture was bad quality and apparently taken from within the bushes not too far away from the men in the photo.

It was obvious that the subjects of the photo were not away of the photographer's presence. Looking closer Rider saw the outline of three bikers.

'Fuck!' he swore. He spotted a small figure cradled in the arms in one of the men. The picture was of him, Hawk and Tank, the night they found Fawn.

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Kiki the kiwi - worlds finest fruit author (that has a nice ring to it!!) 🥝