MC Scars (Broken Demons MC #3)

Chapter 8 - Knuckles

"It worked then?" Circuit asks stepping into the garage as I watch her ride away

"Yeah" I reply disappointed, the tracker she found was a decoy, there's another one on her bike. I head into church and find the rest of the club is already there

"Now we're all here. Circuit any luck?" Killer asks

"No, the ID she carries is a fake. There's no record of 23 year old Natalia Jameson. I ran her picture through facial recognition but I didn't get any hits. So she isn't known to the law and she's not listed as a missing person." Circuit says

"Did the tracker work?" Killer asks looking to me

"She found the decoy but rode off with the other still attached." I reply, I trust Killers instincts but I hate lying to her. What the fuck is wrong with me? I don't even know who the fuck she is.

"Ok Circuit, keep a track on her, I'll send one of the prospects to tail her, see what she's up to." Killer says

"I'll do it." I say as everyone's eyes land on me

"She knows me, she's less likely to fight or run if she realises she's being followed." I say looking to Killer

"Knuckles, you have the guns to deal with and I know you care for this girl." He replies

"Bullet ran the guns when I went to get Indigo, he can do it again. It was just a fuck, that's it. I can't help it if she got feelings for me, I'm just that good." I lie with a smug grin. It seems to work and Killer agrees to the plan.

I found her motel in Georgia, she spent a week there, she only left her room a couple of times and I could tell she was in pain. I kept my distance even though I wanted to go to her. I hate how much I care for her whilst I tail her for my club. My club has always come first, they were there when my mom died, they took in Indigo as one of their own and how am I repaying them? By caring for the girl Killer doesn't trust to keep trouble away from the club.

I kept my motorcycle at the clubhouse because I know she would notice it, I've been living in this black pick up for the last week watching her. She hasn't left the room for two days now, I see her move in there, but she hasn't come out. I know she hasn't got any food either, so I fucked up. I had food delivered to her room, pizza, just so I know she's eaten. I watched her check who it was before opening the door, one hand behind her back, no doubt on her gun as she took the pizza from the delivery guy. She looked around but didn't see me, her long hair pulled up in a bun and she's only wearing a shirt, fuck I miss those legs.

10 minutes after she took the food she came out of her room carrying her bags and ran straight for her bike. She's definitely running from somebody, but they haven't found her in the week I've been watching.

She floors it out of the parking lot and I struggle to keep up with her as she heads for the highway. She doesn't begin to slow down until we're in Alabama, where she pulled over for gas and I saw her come out with 2 bottles of water, no food, I hope she ate my pizza.

When she leaves the gas station her riding style completely changes, I watched her put earbuds in before she put her helmet on and she's clearly enjoying what she's listening to as she weaves through the empty lanes, standing up on her bike.

She rode through the night all the way to Dallas, only stopping for gas. She still hasn't noticed me behind her but thanks to the tracker I can leave more distance.

"I see she's on the move, Killer wants an update." Circuits says

"She just pulled up to a gas station outside Dallas, she's been in the bathroom a while. I haven't seen her do anything." I reply

"Has she spotted you yet?" He asks

"No, I'm keeping distance." I reply

"Killer said to keep on her, don't approach her and keep us updated if any thing happens. I'll check in with you soon." He finishes before ending the call.

I know she's still in the gas station bathroom cos I can see her bike and she wouldn't leave without it but what the fuck is she doing? Finally she comes out of the bathroom and she looks beautiful, that outfit from the night I fucked her on, her hair flowing down her back and her smokey eyes and dark lips. She tucks her hair into her leather jacket and slips on her helmet before lifting her skirt and climbing onto her bike, fuck, I want to march over there and take her on her bike.

She takes off and I follow as we head through the city. She slows as we head through a street full of bars and restaurants before pulling up outside an open bar. She climbs off the bike, takes off her helmet and lets her hair free. Of course some asshole walks up to her as she takes off her jacket and places it next to her helmet on the seat. She begins twirling her hair with her fingers and smiles up at the asshole, before he puts his hand on her lower back and guides her into the bar.

She's been in the bar for hours and it's dark now, she hasn't slept since we left Georgia yesterday and she's still flirting with this asshole while they play pool, I also haven't seen her with food for at least 3 days but this idiot bought her dinner.

I watch as she walks out of the bar stuffing cash into her bra and heading for her bike, asshole hot on her tail, I wind down my window so I can hear what this prick has to say

"Where you going Natalia? I thought we were having a good time?" Asshole says wrapping his arm around her waist

"I had so much fun Mark, but I have to go, I'll see you another time." She replies putting her hands on his chest and pushing him away

"Yeah I don't think so, you took $500 from me bitch" that has me opening my door

"Now Mark, you bet on the pool, not my fault I had beginners luck." She replies innocently, he grips her tighter and begins kissing her neck, I step out of my truck and begin charging over there

"Every time with these fucking guys." She groans before grabbing him by the hair and whipping his head back. I pause to see what she has planned

"My body is not yours to take you fucking prick." She growls in his face before slamming her forehead into his nose. I stifle a laugh as blood begins to pour down his face.

"You broke my nose you fucking whore!" He groans. Her fist connects with his face before she wraps her leg around his and pushes him to the floor flat on his back

"Thanks for dinner Mark." She says as she quickly puts her helmet on, jumps onto her bike and speeds away. I run to my truck and follow her, as she speeds out of the street before slowing down again and pulling up outside a strip club

"Amateur night first prize $1000" is written on a sign out front as she heads inside and I know I'm not sitting in my truck wondering what the fuck she's doing in there.

A/N: so today was my last day off work until after Christmas and MC Nurse hit 700k views 🙊 don't forget to vote and comment let me know if you like the new story. If I don't get chance to post again until after Christmas, Merry Christmas x