Carly's Ride (Burning Knights MC) || Watty's 2019

Chapter 4 - Slash

I scrub the grease from my fingers, the orange scented cleaner filling my nostrils with it's citrus scent. Turning the taps off I grab a towel, drying my hands quickly. 
Glancing up I see it's already 5:30pm. Cussing to myself I chuck the towel on the ground, walking out of the garage. Taking my keys from my pocket I hit the button to the garage, the automatic rolling door slowly coming down and closing off the garage. 

I stroll over to my bike, the cool breeze circling me as the sun begins to set. Mounting my bike I stick the keys into the ignition, bring the beauty to life. My fat boy rumbling beautifully beneath me as I kick the stand up, duck walking backwards til I've done a 180 turn, facing the road. Putting the bike in gear I pull out of my driveway, gliding out onto the road. 

There is nothing better than feeling the wind on your face as you're riding, the feeling of being free. Grinning I take a turn in the direction of Ruthies, pushing my bike harder as I glide in and out of the evening traffic. Weaving between cages as I make my way down the highway. Pulling into Ruthie's lot I drive my bike up next to the line-up of others. 'Prez and the brothers must already be in there' I think to myself. Parking my bike next to Prez's chrome black fat boy, I turn the ignition off. Dismounting my bike I pocket my keys, shaking off the dirt from my clothes and cut. 

Running a quick hand through my hair I make my way into Ruthies, glacing around quickly, the place is packed as usual. I weave through the tables, making my way to the back where Prez, Fuzz, Duke, Jagger and Nelson sit in the far corner booth. Jagger moves over, making room for me as I plant my ass down beside him, resting back into the booth. My eyes do a final glance around before turning my attention to the table where Duke is telling another one of his pussy tales. 

"I tell ya' brothers! She turned around and I near jumped out of me fuckin' skin! She was all fine from behind, lush ass, legs for days! Bitch turns around and I'm starin' at someone old enough to be me grams! Her fuckin's tits near saggin' to her hips, ciggie between her teeth! Not her lips, her fuckin' rotten ass teeth!" He practically shouts, the other brothers sniggering and rubbing theirs faces with their hands as they shake their heads at his story. 

I shake my head and reach over Jagger, smacking the back of his head. "Shut the fuck up dickhead, I want to actually eat somethin' without throwin' it back up ya' bastard!" I hiss as the young girl walks over, her eyes darting between each of us, lust evident in her eyes as she bites her lower lip. She's probably thinks she looks hot, too bad for her, the Broken Knights have no business with jail bait. Girls probably no older than 17. 

"What can I get you boys" she says, twirling the pen between her fingers as she cocks her hip to the side, placing her free hand on it, holding a small writing pad.

"You can get us Ruthie, girl. And don't bother coming back." Prez growls, his eyes narrowing at the girl as her eyes and mouth widen in shock, her gum sitting in her mouth.

The girl snaps her mouth shut and glares at us all before turning and stomping her way back into the kitchen. The brothers all smirk and shake their head at Prez. "Damn Prez!" I laugh, throwing my head back. "If looks could kill we'd all be 6ft under" I say through my laughter. 

"Not the first time. Won't be the last. What the fuck is it with these girls, trying to act and look 30 when they look like a 3 year old that snuck into their mother's make-up drawer!" He growls, shaking his head in disgust as I see Ruthie weaving her way through the tables.

"What's up boys" She asks, pulling her pad and pen from her apron. She smiles, wrinkles showing on her face. Back in the day Ruthie would of been a looker considering the chick is mid 60's and only looks mid 40's now. 

"Not much Ruthie, just droppin' in for tea. Didn't need to be giving our orders to a little girl looking to jump our bones when she's old enough to be my daughter." Prez quickly huffs out, sitting up in his spot, looking at Ruthie.