Page 6 of Scar

I had felt Steel’s biceps and strength when I was fighting back, my own strength was nothing to him. He seemed to get off on it, as his dick’s length grew the more I tried to resist him.

Where I would be without Silver, I had no idea.

“Why don’t you come with me?” asked Silver quietly. “I’ll give you a good meal and somewhere to relax, so you can figure it all out. The clubhouse is not far from here.”

The idea of a good meal was like music to my ears. But I didn’t know this guy, he could be making up what he’d said about the Queen’s Bay Inn. But then even if he wasn’t, it made no difference. I had no job.

I had to call Bridget and tell her what had taken place. It would be good to get Dwayne out of the car seat, too. Sure, he was sleeping, but most likely he would need a feed. I had to stop breastfeeding, because I just wasn’t producing enough milk. It became a case of feeding him, and with the price of formula, I had decided simple necessities such as food were a luxury for me. I had to look after my baby at all costs.

I began to cry as I thought about how low I’d become. How did my life have such a u-turn in the space of eighteen months?

“Don’t cry, little lady. Look if you want, I’ll just be on my way. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

He’d rescued me, and I shouldn’t be treating him as if he was the reason for my tears. As he shook his head I could hear him mumbling,“That’s what you get for meddling in other’s business.”

“Wait. I’m not crying because of you. I’m crying about the job. Sure, if the clubhouse is not too far from here, then if your offer still stands then we can follow you.”

He smiled and his eyes shone, and it was then that I realized his face seemed so familiar. I’d never been to this side of Oregon, but maybe if he wasn’t wearing his jeans and biker jacket it would come to me.

“Have we met before? Your face looks familiar.”

He chuckled and then he smiled. I wondered what I’d said which was so funny.

“I was going to ask you the same thing…maybe you have one of those faces. People often get me mixed up with my son. Maybe you know Scar?”

Scar?

Silver?

I wondered if he had other sons and what they were called? Someone obviously had an obsession with the letter S.

But without anywhere to go, I made myself lighten up completely.

“I’ll hop on my bike and you can follow. Wait, I don’t even know your name?”

“Melinda. But my friends call me, Mel.”

I nodded in agreement then I turned around to face my car. I just hoped that now it had gas it wouldn’t have any more issues.

As I sat in the car, put on my seatbelt and started the engine. Silver was in front of me. I smiled as Grace, my car, revved up with no problems. Grace. I named her after Grandma. She was old and battered now, but to me she had a kind heart just like Grandma. Oh, I wish she was here now. I could go to her, and she would welcome me with open arms and a smiling face with a feast to feed the cheerleader’s squad.

That was what Silver had done.

Maybe Grandma had sent him to me, to let me know that not everything in my life was so bad.

I followed Silver, thinking about the past, and how I’d gone from going to community college to being pregnant and alone. I did have Bridget who I met when I first started classes, but she had her own burdens.

Maybe I wouldn’t call her and tell her the bad news just yet. I had to get to the clubhouse and maybe everything would fall in place once I got there.

Yes, I had to believe everything would be alright. After all I had Dwayne, and he was more than an angel to me.

* * *

Silver was right, it was a short ride, just ten minutes. The low gas in my car let me know that I couldn’t be on the road too long or I would need gas again.

I stopped the engine as I saw a couple of bikes outside the clubhouse which stop me from being so anxious. The whole idea of going in there with loads of men made me feel on edge.

I had a few clothes that still fit me after the pregnancy, and one of them was this denim shorts and shirt. Yet I’d lost weight and they felt bigger on me. Besides, Russ always used to tell us to wear shorts and a fitted shirt which wouldn’t leave much to the customers’ imagination. Which was why most of my clothes were like that.

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