My flip flops pound the black pavement, and I play peekaboo with the slots in the gate. It doesn’t take long for me to get someone’s attention.
“Can I help you?” This young, greasy-haired boy steps out of a small, dark office. I assume this is the place where they keep watch over the cameras.
“Oh my God, yes! So I have no idea where I am. I’m lost. My phone’s dead, and my freaking crappy ass car just made this weird noise and went all crazy.
“Is there any way I could charge my phone so I can call, like, a tow truck or something? I was supposed to go to the falls with my friends, but it looks like I’ll be super late now.”
I bat my lashes and wiggle my pink charging dock and cord with the best of smiles on my face.
“Let me make a phone call, just stand there, alright?”
I nod eagerly and wait while he calls to get permission.
The Hells Raider’s compound is surrounded by a stone wall. I mean, safety first, but I couldn’t live here. My mom always said I was part gypsy. Always on the go, couldn’t be held down by objects.
And we all know gypsies don’t do well behind stone walls.
Two minutes go by before the sandy-haired boy is back, telling me to step back and come to the side where he unlocks the door and a secret panel is revealed.
He holds his hand out for me to take like he is somewhat of a gentleman.
“Oh, thank you. Today has just been the absolute worst. Thank you so much for letting me charge my phone.”
He tells me no problem as he licks his lips and eye fucks me.
I hold back the laugh that I want to let out at the image of Damon losing his shit over me flirting with these boys.
I’m sure he would legit piss on my leg and fuck me in front of them.
My vagina awakens from her heavy, two-day slumber and calls out from the lack of vitamin D we have been getting.
The boy takes me past the black box he was stationed in and leads me further into the compound.
It’s like a village. Houses, shops, I think a small office that they bring their sick to.
I’m going to have to look into this.
Darrion could use his own space to work on anyone. I know Luci would rather keep it in the family—why else would Darrion become a doctor? We could get a few nurses, and we have the space.
I put that on my mental checklist and make small talk with the kid leading me into their bar. It’s called The Inferno, which makes me think of Luci.
If he is the devil, why are these people playing off that image?
I’ll have to talk to him about that too.
Smaller and shittier, but a bar nonetheless.
I make myself right at home as I smile and flirt while hooking my phone up and sitting at the corner of the bar. My lead has stuck with me, asking me nonsense questions I easily answer back.
“What’s your name?” he pipes up.
“Gabrielle. What about you?”
My phone lights up with the 1% in bright red on the black screen. I make sure he sees it.
“Trever, but I’m working on getting my road name. Something like Blaze.”
It takes everything in me not to laugh in this boy’s face. He is a fuckboy for sure and he is picking up on every bottle-blonde drop of bullshit I’m laying down.
“That’s so cool. So like, what is this place? Like a little town? How far away am I from the falls?” I stick to the script I didn’t write.
“Something like that. We are the Hell Raiders. You’re about an hour off. The falls are in Carbondale, this is biker country.”
Laying it on thick like refrigerator peanut butter.
He takes the bait. Of course.
We go back and forth with him telling me how the show wasn’t that realistic and how he is more of a Happy not a Jax, but dude actually looks like Juice if I’m being honest.
I let it go. My phone bumping to five percent, I turn it on and talk while typing into Google and calling the tow truck company that is linked to Grave’s phone.
This is the first check in.
“One sec handsome, let me make this call to get the tow truck out here. Do I just say right outside the Hell’s Raiders?”
I hit call, making sure my charger stays in and fighting the race in my heart when it starts dinging to tell me Damon has been trying to get a hold of me.
Grave answers, I tell him what I know I need to say, how my car broke down, where I am, I put it under the name Gabrielle Bearis.
I mixed Grave’s whole “Dov means bear in Hebrew” thing in with Madis.
He plays the part. Hanging up, I know I’m on a time limit. I need to find Mathias.
“The tow will be here in about an hour, wanna show me around, handsome?”
He smiles so big, the sleazy grin lets me know everything is going according to plan.
“Sure thing, sexy, follow me. I know this place like the back of my hand.”
Yeah, sure thing.
“Can I just leave my phone here to charge while we go sightseeing?”
It’s a dumb move, but I need to make it to show I’m a dumb girl.
I need them to think I’m naive and just some teenager.
I leave it sitting and follow my leader out and listen to him hype the raiders up. He goes on about how they’re so smart and tough and brave and all this that I don’t believe.
I do have to credit them with thinking everything through. This place is super secure and has everything they need. They’re one hundred percent off the grid.
Not only do they have a school, lawyers, shops, doctors and a team of everything. They even grow their own food on a farm with tractors and the whole nine.
They are green, with solar panels and eco-friendly almost everything. I can’t believe how resourceful they are compared to us.
We are slacking, that’s for sure.
He takes me to the gym, the tattoo parlor, the salon, the general store, a workshop, introducing me to everyone.
I am looking for a man that looks like Callahan or Malachi. Everyone has a road name.
We move on, Trevor taking me to the school last. Showing me the six classrooms and the principal’s office.
“Hey, just a heads up, he isn’t the friendliest, but a good dude.”
“Who is he in the sons?” I laugh with his smile.
“He is Chibbs.” He snickers.
Jax’s second, so Mathias.
The white sheet door opens to reveal the man of the hour behind the old school, grey desk that he has his legs kicked up on.
His black boots like all the classic biker men have, laced up high and combat worthy. He looks tall as fuck and stacked. Honestly, if he wasn’t a complete bastard who murdered Nina I might have said, “Damn daddy, I’ve been so so SO bad.”
Sucks for him right?
He couldn’t do anything anyways, I’m spoken for.
Mathias hums his approval with his eyes soaking up the image of me I have so perfectly on display.
“How old are you, Gabrielle?” he asks.
“I’m eighteen, my birthday was three weeks ago.” I smile. My hand on my hip, I show off the dip in my waistline.
His legs kick off the desk with this crawling grin that slinks from one side to the other.
His bald head is covered in tattoos, a scar over his left eyebrow that slices his eye and down to his cheek that eventually falls off the edge of his jawline.
Brown eyes that look muddy. He seems cold.
“Good news for me. You’re dismissed, Thrall. I’ll take over from here.”
I act like that’s a good idea. I fake a squeeze to my thighs that Mathias notices.
Trevor looks heartbroken, poor thing. I wish I could tell him he doesn’t stand a chance, but I’m here for a better reason than to spare this boy’s feelings.
With Trevor leaving, Mathias is up from his desk and leaning against the top of it. His hands on his square buckle.
What is with these older bikers and the symbolism?
I kick it up a notch on the flirting and saunter to him, not touching but I’m getting closer.
“Wanna know my name do you, baby girl?”
I nod my head and pout my bottom lip.
He opens his hands, motioning me to come to him.
I move in. Here we go.
My chest to his, I can smell his smokey cologne and look up at him. My hand in his navy vest. His patches are faded and grungy, but worn. I can see the appeal more and more for bikers.
I do.
Mathias lands a hand right at the top of my hip and the other languidly around my lower back to pull me in so we touch.
“What’s your name?”
Oh, this dick.
Smug cocky bastard.
His tongue comes to lick the outline of his well-worn lips.
“Matthias, baby girl, but I’m daddy to you, got that?”
“Yes, daddy.” I lighten my voice and curl into him, my tits pushed up and angled in a way to showcase the beauties I got.
“Good girl,” he growls. I can feel his dick growing between us. This is the plan and it’s going smashing, but not real.
I’m not wet. I couldn’t be.
This isn’t me. He isn’t Damon.
I am just acting.
His mouth lowers to mine as I turn and give him better access. Our lips touch, parting for him to slip his tongue in and take over.
I let him lead and fight back the ugly feeling of this nasty fucker getting his last kiss.
“Daddy, can we go to my car? The tow truck will be here and I can’t miss it.”
I act so shy and submissive—I hate it.
But he doesn’t.
“What happened to your car, baby girl?”
I pout my lip and stare up with my hands on his chest.
He repeats what I said and chuckles.
“Okay, baby girl, let’s go to your car. You want to ride daddy?”
His eyebrow perks up.
“Yes, daddy, I would love to.”
Another kiss and he licks my mouth with his but I just let it happen.
Here we go.
