A/N: I do not own anything but the storyline. E.L. James owns the characters of Fifty Shades and Kurt Sutter was the creator of Sons of Anarchy. All mistakes are mine.
Chapter One
~Christian~
I watch the flames over take the building and the roof completely caves in before I give my brothers a nod. Fuck those Vipers! We mount our Harley's and tear out onto the black pavement and away from the havoc I have just created. I know that I shouldn't have done that but damn, it felt awesome. Those bastards will think again before stealing what's mine.
"We good, Prez?"
I nod as we approach our town an hour later. We live in a small town with a population of less than 9,000 people called Fallon City, Nevada. We live away from the main cities and far from the main highways. It isn't much but it's home to us. Driving down the main drag I see how much of the town has grown over the last five years. Even in the middle of the night with the street lamps on I can see the growth. I've lived here a short while being forced to uproot and I'm just now truly appreciating what this tiny blip on the map has to offer.
We hook a left at the end of town and pull up to the fenced in compound. Two prospects open the gates and we soar in lining up our rides in a line at the back of the lot. One by one we dismount our Harley's and my crew follow into the clubhouse.
Usually its booming in here with music and club whores but tonight we needed to concentrate and not have any distractions. Tonight, we started something that should have been taken care of years ago when I became the President.
Tonight, we started war.
Everyone goes off to their own personal rooms to wash off the evidence of our crime and then hit the sack. It's the middle of the night so there's not much we can do. We will be having long days and nights coming after what we started and everyone will need some rest.
I walk down the long hallway and make a right to the end where my door is. Opening the door with my key I see that it is exactly how I left it a few hours ago; bed unmade, clothes strung out on the floor and the smell of sex in the air. I walk towards the closed door and strip off my clothes while turning on the shower in my bathroom. Gathering up the offending clothing I stuff them into the hamper to be cleaned in the morning when one of the Clubbies get here.
Club whores or Clubbies are women who hangout here at the clubhouse wanting or needing protection or who just want to ride a MC dick. They are at our beck and call for whatever we need from them. Most are hoping to land one of the MC men and become an Old Lady but very few get that title. The life we lead doesn't leave loads of room for families or time to spare usually. Some of the guys have taken that leap but have regrets, much like our own Vice President, Jax. He is an entirely different situation with his soon to be ex and I don't see how you would want to be tied down to one person for the rest of your life and be miserable. Not in this type of lifestyle we lead. My dad is proof of that and my mom paid the price for it.
I step under the scolding hot water and let the burn settle in on my skin. Thinking about my mother always puts me in an emotional state. She was the most beautiful and spirited woman that you could ever meet. She never had a miserable day and made sure my younger brother, Elliot and I was taken care of. She and dad met one night when he was out on a run for the club and dad spotted a broke down car on the side of the highway with a woman laid out on the hood of the car. She was sound asleep and didn't hear the rumble of a motorcycle approaching. To hear dad tell the story it was love at first sight but according to mom she thought he was the most annoying man that ever walked this earth. They were truly happy up until the end and it showed every day in how much they loved each other.
I shake my head ridding my gloomy thoughts and turn off the water. Throwing on some fresh boxer briefs, I land in my bed pulling up my comforter. After tossing and turning for what seems like hours I finally peer over at my alarm clock and see that it is almost six. The sun should be up soon and then we will need to come up with a plan on how to keep the Viper MC at bay until we can make them go away permanently.
Realizing that I'm not going to be going to sleep I throw the covers off and get dressed. Going for a peaceful ride will clear my head. Nothing like having the free road and the rumble of my ride to make everything disappear, if only for a short while.
I throw on a fresh pair of jeans, black tee shirt, my cut and my riding boots before exiting my room. Locking it behind me I hear the sounds of my men sleeping behind their doors. We have had a busy month with several new shipments coming in and long runs that needed to be filled. The guys deserve a small break before the shit hits the fan.
Walking into the main area of the clubhouse I see two Prospects behind the counter stocking the bar. Seeing me approach they stand at attention.
"Can we get you a beer, Sir?" One of them says.
"Coffee. Black." I grunt.
"Yes, Sir."
He makes quick work of my cup and then continues to stock the bar for later. It doesn't take me long before I finish and head out to my bike at the end of the lot.
We sit on ten acres here, completely fenced in with an automotive shop that occupies one section of the property. The other side is the clubhouse and right by the clubhouse is where we have our living quarters for members of the MC.
Leaving the compound I set off on the road enjoying the nice cool weather in the early morning. After a while, I circle back and head down the main drag to the clubhouse to start my day and catch up on some paperwork for the business. Stopping at the red light a flash of light comes across my face and I turn to see a young woman running down the opposite side of the road, in only a pair of tight black running shorts and white sports bra. She has her brown hair up in a ponytail and earbuds in listening to music as she jogs. Her body is tight and you can tell she takes care of herself. She must be lost in the music because she doesn't even notice me as she passes by. I'm half tempted to bust a U-turn and ride along side her until she notices me.
My head follows her all the way down the street until she turns right and is out of sight. Damn, that was a fine ass on her. I bet…
"What!" I half yell into the phone, grouchy that my thoughts were interrupted from ogling the brunette.
"Prez, Garrison called and said that their shipment was hijacked last night and wanted to know if we could send some help down." Jax Teller my VP says.
"I'll be back in five." I tell him and then gas it back to the clubhouse. All thoughts of the brunette gone, time to take care of some business.
Garrison is the President of the Las Vegas Chapter of the Rough Riders MC. He and my dad go way back to the start of Rough Riders. They were in the military together and when they were honorably discharged they decided to start the MC. They could be who they wanted and not have to listen to others tell them how to live their lives. Never again did they punch a time clock or take orders from anyone. They wanted to live free and die for what they believed in. As time went on the charter grew and they decided to add another chapter to expand its territory. Garrison gladly took Las Vegas, mainly for the pussy. And the rest they say is history.
Walking through the clubhouse on my way to my office I see some of the brothers just waking up having their morning coffee and breakfast from the Prospects. Giving them a stiff nod I continue to my office.
Opening the door, I see Jax on his phone and by the tone in his voice I can tell it must be his soon to be ex-wife.
"I told you I would take him tonight, Wendy! Then stop acting as though I'm not present in his life. Fine! Pack his shit up and I will be there around six." He hangs up on her and is about to throw his phone across the room when he notices me at the door.
"Hey Prez." Jax quickly says and then walks over and takes a seat across from my desk.
"Problems on the home front?" I jab at him.
From what I know Jax married this bitch, Wendy, because he got her pregnant when he was eighteen or nineteen. They've been married for about five or six years but have been living separate lives for the last two and have a three-year-old son named Abel.
"Man, you have no idea. Biggest mistake I ever made was getting involved with that bitch."
"I could tell just by meeting her that she was manipulative and conniving. I only had met her for less than five minutes, brother, so that should tell you something." I say.
"I know and she really put the screws to me." He huffs out a breath. "Did you know that I had the perfect girl before I fucked it up with Wendy. Prez, this girl was one to write home about. She was everything and one night I threw it all away."
I can tell he is about to go down memory lane and as much as I value helping my brothers out I'm not in the mood to be Dr. Phil this early in the day.
"What have we got as far as Garrison is concerned?" I interrupt his depressing thoughts and move this conversation to business. He can go sob to some club whore later and drown his tears into her pussy to make himself feel better.
"Garrison wants a few men to come down and help sort out what happened to their shipment. He voiced it should only take a few days to handle and then send them back shortly after."
"Okay, lets send Gunner, Blade, and Diesel down to help out. I know that they've been itching for a long ride. Six hours there should help scratch that."
"Cool, I'll let them know to head out once they get packed up and after we have church." He stands to leave and heads towards the door. Before he opens it he spins around. "Oh and by the way you know that riding by yourself is dangerous right now, right? You should probably take Ace or at least Bear next time."
"Yeah, yeah. Thanks mom." I wave him off and pick up some paperwork on the desk. "Tell the brothers that church is in two hours."
And with that he is gone.
Exactly two hours later I'm walking into our sanctuary that stores a massive wooden table with matching leather chairs around it. On the main wall is our logo of a skull with a crown tilted to the side with red and black jewels surrounding the crown. There are two knives under the neck of the skull with chains as handles on them. Our OG's picked our colors to be white, red and black and that is what we wear. Patched in members get a black leather cut and are to wear white, red or black shirts under. Prospects get red cuts and wear only black shirts under until they earn their spot in our club, which usually takes about a year and only if you prove to be worthy to be one of us.
I'm the last to come in and I head straight for my seat at the top of the table. With patched in members we have a full table with thirteen but we're missing one who is doing some time in prison right now. We have had more in the past but some have either moved to other chapters or have gone nomad. Nomad means being out on your own and not having to stay in one town for too long. You are still a patched brother and come when called but you have no roots to call home.
Banging the gavel, I start the meeting.
"Okay, we got a call from our Vegas chapter needing a few men to help out down there so, Gunner, Blade, and Diesel are heading out for a few days. Anyone object to that?" I observe around the room and there is a unanimous shake of the heads so we move on. "Next, we need to keep a watch out for any trouble with the Viper MC after what went down last night. I think we should send out the Prospects tonight and patrol the town and watch for anything suspicious."
"I agree, we need to keep them on their toes and make them earn it a wee more." Bear our Road Captain says.
"I second." Luke agrees.
"Okay, that's settled. Hunter has everyone's payment for last week's job and I think that we should all be happy with the extra protection we did for our Baker City run to help out that chapter." I say and nod to Hunter, our Treasurer.
We did a protection run, which helped them transport some guns up towards Canada. It was a large shipment and we each walked away with over five grand. Transporting drugs and guns pays well and we never pass up on a protection run.
Hunter gets up and walks over to our floor to ceiling vault and gets out thirteen thick envelopes and passes them out to each brother. We get paid weekly and Prospects get paid every two weeks if they help in a run. Mostly, the Prospects make their earnings from our auto shop or other businesses we have.
Loud whistles can be heard when they each open their packets.
"Prez, we can help them out anytime if they pay like this!" Dash says with a nod and toothy grin.
"Try not to spend it all in one place, Dash." Opie says and snorts.
"And by place he means pussy, Dash." Ace, our Sergeant of Arms, speaks up.
We all get a good howl because we all know that Dash is the only one who would pay for it instead of getting it free here at the clubhouse.
Hunter slides Blaze's envelope over to me and I nod. Blaze is currently serving time in prison but should be released within the next few weeks.
"I'll make sure his Old Lady gets this." I say and everyone at the table nods.
Blaze took a massive hit for the club two years ago and for that we own him his share of everything we make. He has a family who needs to be taken care of while serving time and we take care of our own. Plus, he is my actual blood brother and I would never leave his family in a lurch. My sis-in-law and niece are family and have put up with plenty of shit over the years from her family for being a part of this club.
"Anything else we need before we start our weekend?"
"Yeah, how is Crusher doing?" Gunner asks.
Crusher is actually my dad's road name but since he is no longer allowed to ride he goes by Carrick instead. He said that he didn't feel right using a name he had earned for riding and being active in the club, now that he had to give that lifestyle up. He was the President until about five years ago when he was ambushed by an MC and was hit with several bullets. He has been in a wheelchair ever since. He had come to Fallon City to start up another Rough Riders MC leaving our original hometown in Bakers City. Dad had only been here a year and was growing our club and the businesses in the small town. I was voted in immediately but came in from the Baker City, Oregon chapter. Hence the uprooting I made five years ago. Dad has been trying some new therapy and is starting to get a small amount of feeling back in his feet. He isn't convinced that it is working but my stepmom thinks that things might be looking positively for him.
"He's doing well. Grace has him doing some kind of new therapy and seems hopeful this go around." They always ask about him out of respect for the club. "Anything else?"
Glancing around, no one says anything so I slam the gavel down.
"Adjourned."
The rest of the day I'm spent hauling over paperwork and keeping everything up to date with each of the businesses and doing payroll for our employees. Not realizing how long I've had been hunkered down in this office staring at numbers, I peeked over at the window to find that it was dark outside. Just as I was about to stretch out my legs Dash burst through the office door.
"What the hell?" I uttered jumping out of my chair.
"Prez, I think that you should come out to the garage and see what the Prospects found tonight."
We walk down towards the closed bay on the far side of the auto shop and hear yelling. The closer I get the more I can hear the yelling match coming from behind the closed door.
"What the hell is going on in there, Dash?" Grabbing his leather before he opens the door. "And why is there a female's voice yelling?"
He shrugs, "The Prospects were out patrolling like we wanted and found one of the Viper MC men and this female down an alley. They picked them both up and brought them here."
I nod and we walk in. The scene before me is something else. The Prospects have tied a woman to a chair while one of the Prospects is in the corner with a bag of ice over his balls. Everyone is standing around watching this female berate him.
The closer I get in the open area the more the female comes into view. When I finish scanning over her beautiful body that is in a bright orange tight workout shorts and matching sports bra it hits me like a ton of bricks.
Fuck! This is the woman from this morning when I went for my ride. I examine over her face again and something out of nowhere makes my body start to buzz. Then I see her sapphire blue eyes on me and I know that I'm in deep trouble.
A/N: What do you think? I have a Pinterest page that I'm trying this story, set up under LadyMav9 if you want to check that out. Also, I will be trying to update at least once a week. Fingers crossed! Thanks for reading and let me know what you think.