Page 6 of Ethan's Sky
“Whenever they discover Scarlet’s gone, attendance goes down a bit.” She shrugs.
I should’ve drove my ass home then but decided to knock back a few drinks and sleep it off in the hotel while trying to imagine what Scarlet looks like without her costume. Imagining what she looks like without what I now know is a wig.
Is she brunette with a short pixie cut to go with those fiery eyes? Or is she a blonde bombshell with all her long locks pinned up in a tight bun like a schoolteacher under all that fake red hair?
The schoolteacher idea led to a long jerk-off session in the shower before a restless night’s sleep.
I emptied my load, and my balls still ache this morning as I’m riding into town.
Fuck! What is it about this chick?
It’s not unusual for Pres to call church at random times. It’s protocol whenever important shit comes up. Usually, it’s because some punk vandalized one of our shops or has been harassing the townspeople with their pranks. But something about this time feels ominous.
I pull to the rod iron fence and wait for Austin, one of our prospects, to wave me through. I follow the paved road lined with trees leading up through the fields, passing the old farmhouse owned by Caleb and Liz and their big red barn. I smile to myself. Their house holds a lot of memories for all of us. The original “home” we’ve all been welcomed into over the years.
Six years ago, Caleb dropped my ass on the couch in their living room after finding me at the cemetery drunk off my ass. The next morning, Liz placed a cup of black coffee and a plate full of greasy food down in front of me to help with my hangover. Right before she smacked the back of my head,hard,and said, “You better man-the-fuck-up! Your sister wouldn’t want you moping around like a used-up pussy.” She softened her voice, cupped my face in her hands and said, “It’s okay to mourn, but you can’t stay down in the dark forever. You’ve gotta come up to the light and live…for her.”
By the end of the day, I was a prospect for the Kings and never looked back.
Liz is the original queen. As Caleb’s wife, Ol’ lady, and Gabe’s mother, she takes on a huge responsibility to be the mother or grandmother every member and their family needs. All of this includes whipping our asses, calling us on our bullshit, or giving us a spot to sleep when the chaos of the clubhouse and our brothers may not be the level of comfort we need. She’s always been the beacon we run to whenever one of us has become overwhelmed by our own lives.
Though she bitches often about how she should get paid to be our club’s therapist for all the shit she has to put up with. She doesn’t hesitate when she knows we need her.
Caleb started the Kings of Fury MC over twenty years ago with his brother Jonah and a handful of brothers they met in the military, and they picked up others as they rolled through town looking for a place to call home.
Caleb’s family has owned this farmland for generations. It was once an equestrian farm, housing, and breeding horses for other farms. Business had slowed down for them some, but it’s still making enough as a side income.
This place has been his and Liz’s home for nearly fifty years. The backside of the farm became the home of the Kings of Fury clubhouse.
Caleb wanted a place to go to unwind with his friends and brothers but after serving time in the military and never knowing if he’d return, he couldn’t pull himself too far away from his wife. So, on over 300 acres of land with a few houses, all inhabited by his family, and several barns, he built this club. One barn was made into an oversized garage to house and work on our bikes. Another, much larger two-story barn was transformed into the clubhouse, a barn with some…upgrades.
Everything is surrounded by grass and wood-covered trails. It even has a lake further back, hidden in the hills where Gabe and a couple other brothers built their homes.
I make my way to the clubhouse, heading straight for my parking spot, surprised to find several bikes and a white Dodge Ram already parked near the building. The closer I get I realize the four motorcycles belong to members of the Mountain Heights chapter.
This is not a good sign.
I waste no time heading inside. Someone must be in deep shit for Eli to bring his boys down. Mountain heights is a good day’s ride from here.
Fuck.
The smell of coffee and cigarette smoke fills my lungs. Hawk’s the first person I see standing near the bar waiting for coffee as I enter the doors. Figuring he would know more than me about the situation since he’s the one Pres had call everyone in, I head his way.
“What are Eli and his guys doing here? Someone in trouble?”
Hawk shrugs. “No clue. Pres called me less than half an hour after I left the bar saying to get everyone into church by 6am. Whatever it is, he sure has shit timing,” Hawk complains. “Man, I was balls deep, mid-fucking-stroke in a fine piece of ass. Pres heard her in the background. Told me to pull out and get shit done.”
“You answered your phone while fucking some bitch?” Cash says, clasping Hawk on the shoulder. I don’t know whether to laugh or feel sorry for the guy. On the one hand, he can’t ignore Pres. On the other, women don’t like when your mind isn’t focused on them while you’re fucking ‘em.
I greet Cash with a handshake. I’ve met him a few times, but I’m not close to the Mountain Heights guys like I am my own brothers. Usually, when Gabe had business up their way, I was in a training camp prepping for a fight. Gabe wouldn’t put me on a run if he knew I had a fight coming up. In case shit went sideways, he wanted my head in the game. It might have something to do with the money the club makes betting on me to win too, but I’m not about to question him on it.
Xander and Walker come up behind Cash, greeting the rest of us. We all take turns clasping hands and giving each other a quick bro hug.
“Did I hear right?” Walker asks. “You answered your phone while you were balls deep in some chick?”
“It was Pres!” Hawk shouts, eager to explain himself to the group. “I can’t ignore his calls.” Hawk tosses his hands up, like we should all fucking know better. “He told me to get everyone here. That’s a lot of calls. Do you know how hard it is to get ahold of everyone after we’ve all been out drinking and everyone’s back to wherever, with whoever they picked up for the night, ready to get to thefuckingpart of their evening?”
“Did they answer?” I ask, having a pretty good idea what his answer will be.
