Iron Wolves

Chapter 3

We were on the back of that bike for almost what felt like an hour but was less than 30 minutes. My butt was numb from a mixture of the slight chill in the Nevada night and the rumbling from the bike between my legs. We had ended up driving to a bar off the Strip but like the rest of the town, it was bustling. The music could be heard from outside. A couple of guys with similar vests like the cockwomble I was currently sitting behind. They looked to be almost guarding the place.

As we parked the guys standing guard looked over and back to scan the street. Bikes lined the front of the bar and down the street, even across the street. As gracefully as I could I slid off the bike while also trying not to trip and fall onto the grumpass that threw me over his shoulder earlier and who happened to park right next to us. He looked overshooting me a snarl.

What crawled up his ass? Just like how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll lollipop, we'll never know.

Instead of glaring back I chose to play chicken and kept my gaze low. I got a glance at myself in the mirror and my hair was a mess. I quickly threw it up in a messy bun while Gunner slid off his bike. While putting up my hair I took a glance around to survey my area to see if there was even a sliver of a chance I could escape. But sadly there was no way of being able to run with more bikers with the same vests crawling all over the sidewalk that spanned the front of the bar.

"Now. Are you gonna walk this time or am I gonna have to carry you? Either way, I don't mind." He smirked at that last part.

"I am more than capable of walking. Thank you very much." I spat at him folding my arms across my chest.

"Stay close then." He said turning to the looming figure close by. "Hawk."

With that, the man named 'Hawk' was right behind me. We began to walk towards the bar which seemed a bit too crowded. As we entered the bar it was way louder and way more packed than I thought. We snaked our way through the cramped floor to the back where there were stairs that lead up. The loud music and sounds of talking faded the more we made our way up. It eventually became low enough that as soon as we reached a closed door at the end of the hall.

"Do not say a word unless you're spoken to. Got it?" Gunner said looking over his shoulder with a pensive look.

I gulped in response and nodded.

Play chicken Sadie!

He opened the door and a waft of a mixture of cigarette and cigar smoke slowly wafted out of the room. Inside was a long table lit only by a classic bar light that only cast light onto those surrounding the table. When my eyes adjusted, I could see there were more than just those sitting at the table but others lurking in the dim light and shadows of the low-lit room. All talking ceased and all their eyes were on us.

"Close the door." Said the one at the end of the table.

My attention snapped over to him. From what I could tell in the obscured light his hair was black with a few grey hairs that also matched the bit of scruff on his face. He had deep brown eyes that looked almost black. From what skin that showed on his neck to his arms, were covered in tattoos, and on the black leather vest in white letters sat the words 'Buck' and 'President'.

"Gunner!" The man smiled. His gaze then landed on me. "Who's this? Come forward, sweetheart."

The nickname 'sweetheart' seemed to be a common running theme here.

I took a step forward from my spot which was almost behind Gunner. Apparently where I stopped wasn't good enough cause dipshit pushed me a little more forward. I proceed to turn around and glare at him before turning back to look at Buck.