Comanche (Death Reapers MC Book 2)

Steal Her Away

"Yes, my boy, I quite like your young lady friend. She is very articulate, and when we first walked in she was listening to music through her headphones. When I asked her what she was listening to, I was pleasantly surprised when she said she was listening to The Symphony Number five in C minor by Ludwig van Beethoven. But when she said if you woke up before she left that she would put on some Vaugner because it seems to keep you calm. I could have stolen her from you right then and there. Then she told me that she was a Domestic Violence Survivor Advocate and a life coach who recommended classical music to her patients. I could have married her on the spot."

 This came from Charlie Blue, Comanche couldn't understand Charlie's infatuation with all things classical. Comanche tried to get into it but he couldn't, there were a few songs he liked, but nothing like Charlie Blue. Charlie lived, ate, and breathed classical and jazz music, he could even play classical piano. And, to put that with how people saw him as this bad-a*s biker dude it's a complete oxymoron.

"Hey Charlie, she's my girl please don't make me bust you in the face. You will still be my homeboy afterward, so no hard feelings, I just need you to know." 

Everyone started to laugh, they knew Comanche was serious about what he said. They had seen Comanche with women in the past, but none that he would actually be willing to fight a brother over, especially someone like Charlie Blue. Charlie Blue was about forty-five or fifty but built like one of the most intense bodybuilders you've ever seen, He had the most amazing blue eyes, short white hair, and short close-cropped salt and pepper beard. He was the best fighter in the club knowing multiple fighting styles, Comanche followed him around like a puppy when he first prospected the club at nineteen. Then Charlie took him under his wing and allowed Comanche to train with him to learn how to fight better, and hopefully learn the discipline to help control his temper. It only succeeded in Comanche getting put on his butt several times and making him the second-best fighter in the club. Comanche still had to work on his temper, but he could say he had come a ways from where he used to be. Not a long way but a ways nonetheless.