Page 8 of Hallow’s Eve
Chapter 3
Hallow
Eve… I searched her big brown eyes, but she didn’t recognize me. Coming to Bootsies in costume had been the best idea. Only Dimple agreed to come with me though. One of the best Elvis impersonators in these parts, he lived in costume. Hell, my brother lived as Elvis, but thankfully I talked him into leaving his cut at home tonight, something unheard of for a member of the Royal Bastards MC. My President only gave his permission because it was his favorite holiday. But Eve had said she didn’t date nasty bikers.
“Why do you give a fuck?” My buddy Thorn asked me when I’d asked him to come to the honky-tonk.
“I don’t give a fuck. Not really. But won’t it be fun to make this chic fall in love with me and then tell her I’m a Royal Bastard?”
Thorn replied, “I’m sure she’ll agree you’re a bastard. Won’t she recognize you?”
“Nah, man, look.” I’d cut and trimmed my beard close to my face.
“Look the same to me. All y’all look the same.”
I didn’t tell Thorn that last night I went to bed dreaming of this woman. There’d been something about her, more than the fact she’d not given me a second glance. When she bumped into me, and I caught her, my dick stood at attention at the sight of her, yeah. Pretty petite blonde with her shirt tied up, showing off her tiny, tan navel with her long legs on display. I was sure I wasn’t the only guy to notice. However, my heart skipped a beat when I stared into her deep soulful eyes. That had never happened to me before. Fuck, I thought about getting my chest looked at. I could’ve killed my ex-girlfriend Steph for threatening her, a mere stranger. An animal in me wanted to protect this strange girl, wanted to have her as my own. I never believed in love at first sight until I saw her. Still didn’t know if I believed.
When she wiped the whiskey from my cheek, I thought I had a chance. But she didn’t take to me and said she didn’t date nasty bikers, shattering my brief hopes. I hung around after my brothers left. And when Eve stepped on stage and sang like an angel in heaven, I truly fell in love. Her voice reached in and ripped my heart out. Starstruck, I wanted to talk to her afterwards, but Wolf asked me to get lost. When I chose these black angel wings, I thought of her. Eve the angel. I was no angel, not anymore. The black wings bared my evil soul, but I would fly to heaven to be at her side. These were things I wouldn’t dare tell my brothers.
“Sounds asinine, a waste of time, when you could be here at Royal Road at the real party,” Thorn added.
He was right. Broadway had its honky-tonks and bright lights. They called it Nashvegas and the only things missing were the strip clubs and casinos. One might find all those things in the city elsewhere, but for all that and then some, for the real Nashvegas, folks had to head to Royal Road, the playground of the Royal Bastards MC’s Nashville Chapter. And they had to be invited. We weren’t no two-bit tourist trap. Royal Road was an exclusive experience reserved for the well connected, meaning connected to the club and our President Kingpin. That included everyone from low lives to celebrities.
When I patched over to the Nashville Chapter from Charleston, I’d gone in blind, not knowing what the hell I’d be getting into. I’d been used to a club that resembled a tight knit family with wives and kids always around. Fuck, it’d been getting to be a bit much at times. Couldn’t walk to the bar without watching your step. Someone’s crotch goblin might have been underfoot. You thought bikers were mean, wait till their ol’ lady said you looked at her funny. The fuckers in Charleston had started breeding like rabbits. When I’d become one of them, they were all about partying. But that wasn’t why I left. Hell, I’d loved to have found me an ol’ lady and had a few babies running around their roadhouse. After all, I’d made some great friends in Viking, Prodigy, and Smoke.
My best buddy Smoke warned me that Royal Road was nothing like the Devil’s Playground. “You couldn’t pay me to patch over to Kingpin.” He’d just gotten divorced, so I thought he just wanted me to stay and party with him. “But you were a city slicker. Maybe you’ll fit in.”
Yeah, I was from Cleveland, Ohio originally and ran to the hills of West Virginia to hide. My troubles found me there. Once that fucker Justice Masters started sniffing around, I had to get away. If Detective Masters found out who I was, he would try to blackmail me and that could’ve put the club in jeopardy. Murder, my old President, agreed it’d be best if I left Charleston and tried a bigger chapter. Even in Nashville, I was too close to home, but this city was bigger, and the club was bigger too. I wouldn’t be making a name for myself. I planned to stay hidden.
Smoke had been right. The Royal Bastards MC in Nashville was an enterprise, more business than family, not that my brothers weren’t still loyal to each other, loyal to a fault, but money mattered a whole lot more. More money, more problems, they say. And no one wanted their kids coming to Royal Road. Most kept their ol’ ladies away, too. There was another clubhouse solely for them, a lot more lowkey. No serious girlfriend to speak of, needless to say, I’d never been.
Kingpin ran a tight ship. He’d spent six years of his life in prison for a crime he didn’t commit and another year for one he did. Thought he was Johnny Cash or something now, though. Always had some story about being in the big house. Accused of being a drug lord in his twenties, he’d simply been an informant for the police. The detectives turned around and pinned the whole thing on him, hence the name. Man earned major notoriety for being a kid accused of running such a lucrative illicit organization. He became so famous, eventually, the real crime boss got jealous and confessed. Kingpin, finally proved innocent, was let loose with a big settlement, but as soon as he got to Nashville, he shot his twin brother in the hind end. When our President was released a second time, he joined the Royal Bastards MC here in Music City and quickly built an empire that catered to people who could pay for the privilege to party. To really party. The dirty deeds done at Royal Road actually stayed there. You couldn’t kill a man in Vegas and the law not follow you home. With my background, I had to turn a blind eye to most of it. Part of me no longer cared if rules were broken, but when people were hurt, my old instincts kicked in. Good thing I had my brothers to kick my ass when that happened. Put me in my place. Thankfully, nothing happened here that I couldn’t stomach. I knew a thing or two about real atrocities. Kingpin was an outlaw not a monster.
Now, I was an outlaw too. And I’d not let myself get too close to a woman, not in Charleston and not here. Not emotionally anyway. Since joining the Royal Bastards MC, I had more pussy than I could shake a stick at. But when it came to matters of the heart, I’d left it in Ohio when I left my life there. Steph, that bitch had been a mistake. A fuck buddy who’d gotten confused and thought she owned me. I let our non-relationship go on too long. She sure didn’t have my heart, and the pussy hadn’t been great either. I’d just been tired of having a new woman every week.
Getting Eve to have a drink with me, I put that mess behind me. I knew I didn’t want this angel to fly away. I’d been watching her all evening, waiting for her to come to me, I didn’t think I’d get tired of her too soon. Blonde and tiny with curves in all the right places, I could only imagine how great she’d look naked riding me like that Mechanical Bull over in the corner. I’d asked around and another waitress told me she was dressed as Eve. Fuck, what luck since my road name was Hallow, and it was fucking Halloween, aka All Hallows’ Eve. When Eve zoomed my way delivering two frosty mugs of beer, I saw my chance. I stepped in front of her, took the beers and insisted she have a drink with me.
“Lord have mercy,” she exclaimed. I’d stopped her mid-marathon. Her chest heaved, making her amble breasts quake in the thin white dress that she wore the hell out of. Did she know I could see her pink peaks through the sheer fabric? Her shy nervous grin answered, probably not. Her face reddened as I watched her pant. Eve’s skin glistened with sweat. This was exactly how I wanted her to look, writhing under me as I pierced her with my cock later. Her pretty brown eyes were eating me up as she took me in. I stepped back a bit so she could see all of me including the huge woody in my jeans. Girl was impressed with me shirtless, and I felt I had this in the bag.
“Pardon me. I’ve not introduced myself. I’m Hallow and you’re dressed as Eve, right? It’s All Hallows’ Eve. Halloween. It’s meant to be. You and me.” The line was cheesy as hell. Eve laughed, and I’d not heard anything better in a long time. Like her singing voice, her laugh was angelic. When she replied that she didn’t believe in fate, I liked her all the more. I didn’t believe in any of that shit either. No matter how my chest fluttered when I saw Eve last night, I knew for certain now, I wanted her in my bed.
She sucked down a beer like a pro, and I pictured her sucking something else. Then I noticed her hand. I’d watched her bust her ass all night and had no idea she been injured. Eve played it off like it was nothing, but a storm rumbled in me. Just like the night before, I wanted to protect her, not just from my crazy ex but from working her ass off in this dive, with a hurt hand no less. Fuck, I’d be having a talk with Wolf as soon as I saw him.
Dimple showed up and stole the show as usual. The fat fuck kept a lady on his lap.
“Don’t get any ideas,” I said to him when Eve walked away.
He tugged on his pant’s waist, telling me, “I’ve already gotten blown by the Shining Twins over there.”
Two creepy as hell twins in blue dresses waved at him from afar. Raising my eyebrows, I patted his back. “You’re the King.”
“Damn straight. Everyone wants to suck Elvis’s fat dong. Still don’t get why we’re here. Kingpin goes all out for Halloween.”
“You owe me.” I’d done him a good turn just last week, covering for him on a run when he was too high to ride. If he didn’t watch it, he’d end up like the real Elvis.
Dimple kept going on about all we were missing at Royal Road, the naked bobbing for apples, the Halloween candy buffet laid on strippers, the masquerade orgy.
None of that mattered to me. The waitress dressed as Eve conquered my thoughts.
