Urban thriller about the unknown world of outlaw motorcycle clubs
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After learning that the Wolves, London's notorious motorcycle club, were responsible for the murder of her uncle and the death threat given to her parents, Sofi vows revenge. Using her journalist skills she makes the mistake of infiltrating the Wolves.
Trent and a Wolf named Hue were at the clubhouse when we arrived and were nice enough to give us a hand setting up the gear. A black curtain covered the back of our makeshift stage. The silver ChainMail banner looked fabulous on the black background.
The clubhouse was situated in the sticks, in the middle of nowhere. There was enough land to park a hundred motorbikes and no neighbours to complain about noise. This was theirs; a place where they could do what they wanted and fuck the rules. The clubhouse was more like a barn; a long wooden structure housing a wooden floored hall, a bar, two pool tables and jukebox. The only seating was six ripped, black plastic covered stools, which lined up against the small bar. There were toilets and an office at the left of the hall, and a small room at the back, which we used as our dressing room. The clubhouse was nothing to rave about but it was theirs and that made it damn special.
The Wolves started rolling up around 8pm. Greg and Jake stayed in the back while Todd and I had no problem mingling with the bikers. Once Todd started talking about his music there was no stopping him. Buzz turned up around 8.30 with his woman in tow. He came straight over and introduced himself to Todd, and then apologized for his behaviour the other week.
I knew Buzz wasn’t really apologizing. He was playing a role; sweet-talking the entertainment so Todd will feel less nervous about playing for the Wolves. He asked how I was, the usual friendly banter. I noticed he didn’t bother to introduce her.
Long, blonde, straight hair; she was tall, but thin and her body held no shape. Her face wasn’t much to look at either. Maybe I was being unkind, because she had Buzz and I didn’t. But I did wonder what he saw in her. She stood silently by his side as if she wasn’t there. There was no way I would ever allow my man to diss me like that in public even if he were the president of the Wolves.
“When do you want us to go on?” I asked Buzz.
I was still wearing jeans and T-shirt; I’d yet to change into the special outfit I’d bought for that night.
“Start the first set about 9.30. There’ll be more coming in later.”
The place looked crowded already I could imagine how many Wolves would be there come 11pm.
The bikers greeted one another as though he was a brother they hadn’t seen for years. There was so much love in the room; I was caught up in it. Gazing at Buzz in a seductive manner, I smiled.
His woman stepped forward and shoved me hard.