Life Like Rocks

Chapter 1

The warm Californian sun hit my back perfectly as the wind blew my hair away from my face. The open road laid before me, leaving me to my thoughts and hopes.  The soft roar of the motorcycle underneath me was the only thing I heard, which I was highly content with.

The Sons had dissolved after Jax's death, myself more heartbroken then Gemma or any of the others. We had gone our separate ways, but I knew Half-Sack and Opie would still check up on me. I shake my head a little, causing my bike to swerve a bit, but I easily regain control.

I turn into the parking lot of a local bar, a little happy it was next to a motel that I got get a room at and crash for the night. I park in the area for motorcycles only, then I put my kickstand down and turn the bike off.

I dismount and walk inside, my sunglasses atop my head. I look up at the soft, yet bright neon sign, shaking my head at the name of the bar.

Who in their right mind would name a bar Twenty One Shots, I think to myself as I walk in and sit on a stool.

"Welcome Friend," the bartender says. Her attitude was friendly with a balanced dose of sarcasm and strength. Her black hair was shaved on one side and her piercing green eyes had a little happiness to them.

She smiled and said, "I'm Emery.".

"RK," I nod, not giving my real name.

"What can I get for you, RK," Emery asks.

"Hennessey.".

"Make that two," a voice says next to me.

I look to my right and find a guy leaning against the bar, his arms crossed. I took in his attire; dark T-shirt, jeans, boots and a vest. His vest was what had my mind awestruck.

I know the Mayans are the Sons allies now, but damn, I think. He smirks at me, his eyes sparkling a little. He held his hand out and I took his shaking it.

"Ezekiel Reyes," he said.

"RK," I tell him, watching Emery sit two shot glasses and a bottle of Hennessey whisky in front of myself and Ezekiel.

"What brings you to San Pedro, RK," he asks, pouring himself a shot.

"Moving," I say, "I have to meet a moving truck tomorrow.".

Ezekiel smiles, then he and I began talking, barely drinking the Hennessey. I shook my head when he said he was a Prospect, but I smiled when he began joking around.

"Hey, Chica, how bout you and me go somewhere private," another man said, putting his hand on my left arm.

"How about you get your hand off her," Ezekiel snapped at the man.

The man grabbed my arm, but he was met with two fists to his face. He staggered back and looked at me. I looked to my right again and saw that Ezekiel had punched the man as well.

What can go wrong with a bar fight?