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"If you gave me wings and told me I could fly anywhere. I'd fly straight to you. For even if you're the flame that will burn my wings, as long as I feel the burn. I know I'm free." Elena

The Aftermath of a Broken Heart

Chapter 4

I woke with the sun. Not that I slept much last night or since I received the text from Elena. I wanted to make sure that my ride into San Diego went off without a hitch. Never sure what problems I might run into on the road. I wanted to make sure I gave myself enough time for a successful ride. I should have known that with my luck that something would go awry.

I grab my cut and head for the door. My hand fisted around the handle and I'm second guessing myself, for the first time ever. Never once in all my time as a member of the MC have I thought twice about wearing my cut. I've always wore it with pride. It's like a second layer of skin. I ran over the scenario in my head. For the first time it felt wrong.

Taking two steps back, grabbing my old leather jacket off the back of my chair. I don't know what time I'll be heading back and it might get chilly. It's the lie I tell myself so am able to make it through the door, knowing that I intend to remove or cover my cut when I get there.

I make it as far as the bike garage. John, Sal and one of the newer prospects Maze are parking their bikes. Damn it, I thought they would be out-of-town until later tonight.

"Hey Crow. We were just coming to meet with you."

"Looks like I saved you a trip." I smirk, but I really want to cut the BS and leave as quickly as possible.

"We've got church in 30 minutes; need to discuss something's that developed while we were gone."

"No can do John, I didn't think you'd be back till later tonight. I've got mine own things to take care of today." Church is never quick and simple, not anymore. The way the club has been so divided lately, church could go on for hours.

We have the new crew members who don't click with the old crew members, the transfers who think they're better than the vet that have been with Imperial County Kings from day one and then you have John and I. No matter where we stand when it comes to Elena and I. When it comes to the club John and I always see eye to eye, we both want the same thing for the MC and its members.

It's Sal and the younger guys that think the club needs to go in a new direction, become more legit. Focus less on the illegal aspects of the MC business and more on the legal aspects.

Today, I just don't have time for this fight. Even if we could get through church in record time, I'd still have to push it to get to San Diego. Hoping for no other road blocks, not to mention that I'm not on everyone's friends with benefits list and I'll be traveling alone without my right hand man, Enzo. This means no speeding because I'm diffidently packing more than the fuzzy bunny for Raven, in my saddle bag.

"If it ain't club business it can wait." John informs me, walking away before I can even respond.

"Sorry, it can't." I yell over my shoulder, tossing my leather jacket into my saddle bag.

"Long ride, Crow?" my asshat for a brother Sal asks.

I eyeball him so hard; I think my head might pop. Fucking Asshole couldn't just walk away and let me slide for once.

"None of your god damn business!" I toss my leg over the side of my bike, kick up the kick stand and push it backwards. "Nice to know you've always got my back brother." I tell Sal leaning in close enough so that only he would hear me. "Give Teach my proxy." I shout as I kick-start my bike.

Sal and John are talking at the door of the Club. I see John wave prospect Maze. Fucking dickhead Sal opened his mouth. Now, John is going to have this fucking prospect follow me, great.

I act like I don't see them or I plan and simple don't give a shit. I don't wait for Maze to make it to the Bike garage before I'm darting in front of a truck and trying to loss him before we make it on to the main road.

Harley's are never the way to tail someone, especially in a small town like Imperial County. They're loud, you can't blend and the only people that ride are from our MC. Within minutes of hitting the open road I can hear Maze's bike following far enough behind me, but I'm not stupid I know he's there. When I think that we're far enough away from the club I pull over on the side of the road and wait.

Maze does the same but further down the road. I check my watch; this shit is already taking up far too much of my time. I park my bike and hop off, marching towards Maze.

"Oh, hey," he says, doing his best to play it cool, like he just happen to be sitting on the same street as me.

"Look, dick wad. I don't have time for this shit today. I know John sent you to babysit me. Just tell the fucker I lost you or something and get the fuck back home. Before I have to do something to you that I really don't want to do, to make sure that you stay put." I tell him taking a couple of steps into his personal space.

"Dude," he puts his hands up in the air. "Crow, I can't do that. John will have my ass. I'll never get patched in."

I stared at the fucker for a minute. I really didn't want to hurt him. He was a future brother, but he was cutting into my travel time and Elena said if I didn't show to never ask again. "Look, go grab a club whore or even better yet." I reach into my pocket and Maze jumps back. I slowly pull out my hand, showing mine the wad of cash. "Go get a real whore, one of them girl down off of the 52. You know the place Iggy's. Get yourself a girl." I shove a hand full of money into his cut pocket. "No get yourself two girls," I push a little more money into his cut. "That doesn't say no to anything."

I pull away from him tugging gently on his cut. "Fuck them for a couple of hours. Go to a bar, get piss drunk. I don't give a fuck what you do. Just tell John I went to my mom's grave, drank and then went to visit some shank and never came back out."

"He's the Prez man. I can't lie to him."

That's it; I don't have time to play nice anymore. Grabbing him by his cut, I push him against his back. "And I'm the fucking VP. By the time your ass gets patched in I'll be the one running shit. Do you really want to be on my shit list when that happens?"

"Na man."

"I didn't think so. Now, do what the fuck I told you to do and get the fuck out of here." I shove him against his bike knocking both him and his bike over.

I jump on my bike, I'm in the clear. No more detours next stop, San Diego.

Sorry, I know it's been a few weeks. Troubles with my computer, L doesn't work all the time and it was frustrating the crap out of me. But he's a quick update for you. And just an FYI, if you look at the cover for my story, that's my grandpa. Sometimes fiction is a little real.