(September POV)
The road was lonely, but I felt so free when I road my hog down a deserted road. I never thought I would be in this position, I was just a mom, and carefree in the club having a good time with my sisters and brothers. The last week has seemed unreal, death, change of power, and then this…..riding into fucking Charming, CA.
It was just dawn, the suns light barely peaking over the mountain tops. I thought to myself "I love this time in the morning, so quiet and able to sort my thoughts out". I looked down on my Harley to see my gas light on "Shit... I hate getting gas at these podunk gas stations, but it looks like this is our only choice girl' I whispered patting my bike as we pulled into this small gas station.
I got off my bike and pulled my helmet off, my hair was just too much after riding 17 hours. I saw myself in the glare of the gas pump and almost gasping at the site of my hair and face "Jesus Christ". I sat there staring for a few moments. "Fuck it...ain't nobody here". I shrugged my shoulders at my scary joker face, or so I thought I looked like giggling to myself.
The pump read prepay, I had already pulled the nozzle out and placed it in the tank opening, I looked passed the pumps to see no one in the gas station window. I blew air out as I replaced the nozzle back in the holder to walk into the store. I thought to myself seriously, out here, wow. I laid my helmet on the bike and grabbed my wallet from the saddle bag, I turned my head slightly to the noise of another bike, I closed my eyes and listened to the lullaby of the Harley and thanked the good lord that someone, somewhere is as weird as me, I thought to myself, that it is awesome, I'm glad that I'm not some freak that enjoys super early morning rides.
I stridded into the gas station and walked in where I saw I was the only one here, except for the girl behind the register, how fucking old is she 12, damn she looks young. I gave her a curt smile and then bee lined for the ladies room. I stood in the bathroom mirror and stared at myself for an eternity it seemed, fixed my hair and makeup the best I could and gazed into my eyes, hoping for the damn answer for all this. I turned my head to the noise of chatter coming from the store I composed myself and took a breath in hard to go deal with society, I am such an introvert I thought to myself, but headed out of the restroom towards the chattering.
As I was coming out I saw someone standing by the register, blonde hair from the back but that's not what made me curious, he had a kut on, the isles where in the way so I wasn't able to get a good look. I started walking through the isles acting like I was looking at all the snacks trying to get a better look at this mysterious biker, I overheard him tell the baby clerk that he only likes a small pack of condoms at a time keeps him humble. "Men" I whispered to myself. I saw a scythe and knew exactly who he is. That is goddamn Jackson Teller, fucking royalty to the MC world.
Something made the front door just light up from the distance and heard Jackson say "Shit" and take off running out the front door. I walked to the door peering out just in time to see a large fireball in the sky, almost looked fake behind the glass door making me open the it and that's when the sound hit me, "Jesus fucking Christ" came from my lips as I watched this series of a events unfolding. Jackson was starting his bike when I realized he was staring at me. Probably wondering who the fuck I am. I gave him a half smile and then nodded towards the smoke in the sky making him shift to look at it again, which pulled him from whatever thoughts he was having of me. He put his helmet on and I watched as he peeled out of the gas station and watched the taillights disappear.
I turned on my heals and walked back to the counter "$25 on pump 2 please" I asked the young thing behind the counter, who was still staring out the door. It took me snapping my fingers in her face to pull her back to what I need from her. After I finished pumping gas and took a few minutes to grab an energy drink, I hopped back on my Harley Fat Bob and admired the speckles of my night purple finally showing through on the dawn light, "fuck you are beautiful" I whispered to my bike, Sitting back I looked around to make sure no one was watching me waiting to call the patty wagon.
I drove out of the gas station down the same street that I watched Jackson head down. I was going to go sneak out and check out that explosion.
I got maybe 20 minutes into town and heard popping coming from my bike "what the holy hell is this shit" I yelled over my bike. I pulled on to a side street off of the main road and parked her. While sitting there listening to her idle she kept back firing so I shut her off not wanting to cause any more damage, even though I knew the gas had hit all the cylinders and valves. I thought so much for in and out of Charming, "Jesus I hate small town gas, it sits there too long in the tanks, its shit gas" I screamed out of my helmet.
I dismounted my bike, taking my helmet off a little more aggressive then I was trying. I looked around to see what land marks are around, so I could explain it to a tow truck, I didn't want to take the risk driving her any further. I saw an ice cream parlor to my left and figured how many old time ass ice cream parlors would there be, so I would use that one.
I grabbed my phone and googled tow company's and the first one to pop up was teller-morrow, "are you fucking kidding me" I said looking at my phone, I looked up from my phone and let out a heavy sigh. Well I guess this is how this is just going to go.
Twenty minutes later a skinny little white ginger looking guy with blondish orange hair everywhere hopped down from the tow truck, maybe 150 pounds soak and wet. I sat up off my bike and turned around to introduce myself with him. "Shit" he mumbled at me, this is a reaction I get often no one expects a chick riding a big bob. I was wearing my heavy worn out blue jeans and black army boots, I have my leather coat that I usually wear but it was so hot I had taken it off. I had a black tank top on with my MCs logo on it, Hades holding his hands up with flames coming from them. I had my necklaces on that always wear that was my Hades symbol, it hung down perfect to my breasts. My natural platinum blonde hair was curly and hanging down my breasts, loose curls because it's been wrapped up in my helmet for what seemed for days. My makeup was none existent, which I did not care.
"Well that's a hell of a name, mine is September" I spoke to him out reaching my hand to shake his. "NO, damn, sorry mam, I'm half-sac", he said flustered at me "Mam? Umm ok not many people call me that... but, half-sac isn't any better than shit" I giggled towards him. I watched his hands drop to his pants and start unzipping his britches. "What the fuck are doing?" I threw my hands up and back away because I didn't want to be involved with whatever was about to happen. "Showing you why they call me half-sac, see I got one of my nuts blown off in Afghanistan". I smiled and bent down to stare at this deformed nut sack because well hell how many people can say they seen a deformed nut sack. That's when someone on the other side of the tow truck yelled for him to "put that shit away, and stop fucking pulling your balls out every time people ask you your name or I'm going to start calling you Jenifer".
An old man appeared around the side of the tow truck he was wearing an oxygen tank and looked just pissed off at the world. I watched half-sac start zipping his pants back up as I was now bent over staring waiting to see this shit, when the old man yelled I sat straight up and stared at him with one eye brow arched, and smirk from ear to ear. "good sir I will gladly look at your deformed nut sack some other time but for now" I waved my finger at him with a come hither " I need you to take this girl here" tapping on my big bob " and doctor her up, see she is sick because she got some bad gas, and half-sac is it?" "Um...yes " I motioned for him to come closer to me to have him get close enough to hear the words I was about to tell him " but see if you scratch her, treat her with any unkindness, or even look at her the wrong way, I will make sure your new nickname will be no-sac, capiche?" as this poor kid nodded and gulped, I stood there watching him start maneuvering my bike to the tow truck.
I sat there staring over at the old man who actually stretched a smile when he heard the words I just said to this poor boy, mind you I'm making him flinch at my touch, when I walked by to Pat him on the back for doing so well, I giggled when he stepped back from me.
I took all their info so I knew where they were taking my baby, "hey old man"? I said looking at this cranky old man in front of me. "Piney" he said sternly. "Piney, what is the name of a local motel…hotel…hostel…underpass…somewhere I can lay my head for a few hours"? Before piney could say two words to me half-sac shot out "you could come with us to TM, we got dorms there". He looked at his boss man who did not seem pleased with this offer, he shrugged his shoulders in a I'm sorry for saying it when piney looked at me less than pleased and gruffed the words "yea, I'm sure we can figure something out and get you some rest". He said salty.
"Aright then". I said swinging my green ratty army pack onto my back "shot gun" I said walking by grumpy old man snickering slightly.
We headed back to TM pulled into this large lot, there was so much going on. There was a large building to my left that had a big grim reaper on it, some small picnic tables in front and a large bbq pit. In the far back under the awning I saw a make shift boxing ring. Half-sac pulled into a slot to turn the tow truck around to drop the Harley off right in front the of the shop doors for easy pull in.
Piney opened his door and took his time getting down off the truck, which irritated me more than it should, I just wanted to watch them take my bike off the bed so I knew these sons of bitches don't ding her up. I called out over my shoulder to half-sac lowering the truck bed "remember what I told you little buddy" I smirked at him, he gave a shy smile and nodded saying "yes'em".
I swung my bag onto my back and looked around wondering where to go next. Half sac nodded towards a door on the far left end of the garage. I made my way towards the office doors and walked in to a woman standing over a very messy desk, she looked up at me with no understanding who this bitch was standing in her domain. I was wearing my heavy levis that fit my ass like no tomorrow, but I love wearing them when riding cuz they breath, I had on my black tank top with my leather coat covering most of it, I tied a red bandana to my belt loop for easy access to wipe my hands off while I was riding and they started sweating. I love my chain wallet because it's easy to access quickly but also gives me the bull dike vibe. I have my black army boots on because it keeps any heat from the engine off my feet, which is one of my pet peeves is shit on my feet. My Hades necklace hung low to my breasts, which I added my mother's Hades symbol also since she died. I'm sure my golden blonde hair was a mess and usually flew wild, my makeup was none existent since I put it on two days ago, however the looks I got from the queen I could have been wearing a clown costume.
"Hey darling, I'm the proud momma of that Harley fat bob over there". We both glanced into the garage where they were putting her on a lift. She looked at me unimpressed and not caring. "I was told that you might have somewhere for me to crash for a while"? I spoke with no concern of her looks. She blow air out of her nose at me in a how dare you speak to me sort of way. "And you are?" she said with the most perfect attitude, "Again I am the owner of that sweet butt they hauled into your garage". Half-sac walked in behind with a grin from ear to ear, "Hey Gemma I sort of told her she could crash in a dorm" he mumbled playing with his fingers and stared at his feet. "You did now did ya" she said lowering her reading glasses. "Listen if this is a problem I told you I just need a name of a hotel or motel". I put my hands up in surrender.
Gemma sighed and waved me over to her, "my sons room is at the very end of the hall of the dorms take his room for the evening because our best mechanics are gone for the night". I got this sense that this was a big inconvenience for her. "That works for me, not to push my luck" I said with a talk her into it kind of way. "But does there happen to be a shower, I'm rank from riding the last 17 hours" I explained to her. She nodded and wave of relief washed over me. I can sleep anywhere but having a shower makes it all better. She showed me through the club house, past the bar, seeing all the commotion with lot lizards and partying, I saw the church where Samcro sits and thought what an honor, we walked passed this little kitchen, down the hallway we started towards this beautiful fast back Harley with baby blue trim about made me cum standing right there, however I kept my stride with Gemma. As she said it was the last door of the hall, she gestured for me to walk in, so obliged.
When I entered the room it stank of pussy, stale cigarettes, and old clothes. The smell hit my nose hard. Keeping a straight face because I don't want to insult the queen for any reason I turned to Gemma "Thank you Gemma for your hospitality, I see that's not a good look for you but from one rider to another I appreciate it." I got a not so impressed "hmmm" as she went to close the door, she turned to me like she wanted to say something but closed the door and walked away.
"Well goddamn that woman is living up to her reputation, what an amazing queen" I thought to myself. Time to pull the laptop out and get my shower on, I thought while unaware of making the motions to complete a these actions, I cannot do anything without my tunes, not even shower.