Page 14 of Bayou Knights
“This is my house,” he says as he gets out of the truck, “I made lunch for you.”
“You made lunch for me?”
“Okay, Gator and Ziggy made it and brought it over here for me.I want you to know that me rushing out of the room wasn’t because I regret what we did. I loved it.I want to get to know you in every way.No woman has stepped foot in this place in a little over a year. Well, more than that when my ex ran off, stealing from me.”
“Don’t bikers just sleep with whoever?” I’m not judging, but it’s a good question.
He chuckles, “If you went to the clubhouse last night you might have seen some things that would classify as straight up orgy, but I don’t ever stay after our meetings.”
“Was I….?” I can’t finish the sentence asking him if I’m the first woman he’s been with in a long time.
“In a long time.I loved the wrong woman, and I was hurt because of it and stayed away from all women.Then I saw you and I just felt something.”
I’m sure as a big bad biker that it took a lot for him to say that.I don’t doubt that he could crush a man with his thumb he’s so big, but to me he’s been sweet.
His house is nice, just sparse.The pictures on the wall are weathered and worn, showing him in his youth and his time in the club. A few pictures of Ziggy.
“He was a cute boy,” Zion says wistfully.
“He still is,” I say and he nods, leading me into the kitchen and out to his patio that sits right on the swamp. You might think swamp and think ugly things, but for some reason I find the canals and swamp pretty.
“Here you go,” he hands me a plate with a sandwich and chips. He sets a glass of tea on the table.
“This is good,” I moan. It’s really good.
“It’s called a po’ boy sandwich,” he says as he takes a bite and nearly eats half the sandwich in that one bite.
“It’s really good.Gator should be a chef,” I murmur.
“He’s actually been featured in magazines,” he says.
“Really?”
“Yeah. It’s why we start to get busy.People pay to come here just for the cookouts since Gator does most of the cooking and Ziggy.”
“Then won’t you need my room for guests?”
“No, you stay there,” he says, and I nod, taking another bite of my sandwich which is soon gone.
“What is your favorite color?” I ask him taking him by surprise.
“What?”
“You said you want to get to know me, so while these might be mundane questions, it’s a start,” I state.
“I see your point. And black,” he snorts, “yours?”
“Gray, maybe. I never really thought about it.”
“Favorite movie?” he asks.
“Maybe Breakfast at Tiffany’s. You?”
“The original King Kong,” he says which shocks me. I didn’t think it would be an original movie. I thought it would be something like Fast and the Furious.
“Awesome.Why Black Bridge?”
“I lived in the area most of my life. Grew up in the club and wanted to continue to support the people here.”
