ʀᴇᴅᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋:

bruised knuckles. bloody noses. eye rolling. empty bottles. messy hair. sarcasm. lip biting. unwashed jeans. coffee breath. loud music. broken neon signs. chipped nail polish. leather jackets. always wearing headphones. swearing. sneaking out at 3 am. dark lipstick. frown creases. burning cigarettes. plaid shirts. under eye circles. dark colours.

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄:

honey tea. flower crowns. giggling. blowing kisses. dancing without worries. white lace. soft textures. fluffy throw pillows. using too many heart emojis. empathy. constant daydreaming. handwritten letters. fairy lights. bullet journals. designated driver. warm hugs. garden picnics. quiet. smile lines. optimism. flowy clothes. pastel colors.

he wasn’t doing this AGAIN ; wasn’t about to starter ANOTHER argument. ❝ this isn’t up for discussion! ❞ there were things he didn’t tell ANYONE, not even other brothers, & she was no exception. he was used to people DISAPPEARING out of his life & he learned to NEVER open up again. ❝ unless you’re a PATCHED member, then you have no right to ask these questions. ❞ what the club was dealing with was HEAVY shit, something he couldn’t lean on ANYONE for. he understood the risks when he took the vote & so did everyone else who sat at the table. the family & friends of the club needed to stay OUT of the club business. 

not much happened in his town that he DIDN’T know about. most citizens kept their mouths SHUT, though there were some who SHARED information they heard. it was THAT reason he ended up in front of the other, weapon behind his back. he didn’t WANT to cause a scene, nor did he want to pull that trigger. he only wanted to have a SIMPLE conversation ; a way to SET rules into place. he didn’t NEED anything happen to those he CARED about, nor did he need more law enforcement running through his town. it was bad enough that he had to WORRY about the local sheriff trying to shut him down. 

helping other charters was all part of the territory, considering they were BROTHERS. they all loved the SAME club & wore the same leather kutte. he had been taught from a YOUNG age that you NEVER turn your back on family & this was no exception. the club needed PROTECTION, heat coming in the form of a rival club. the denver charter didn’t have enough muscle to push out the competition, which was where his club came in. with the COMBINED forces, they had been able to successfully scare the club away, though he wasn’t stupid ; they would come back. the club would ALWAYS come back. it was the MAIN reason his club was STAYING in town for a while. 

walking into the clubhouse, he removed his DARK sunglasses, eyes scanning the room. a few of HIS men were already there, mingling with the lingering women. the others would be arriving SOON. after stuffing the sunglasses into his kutte, he walked up to the BAR, requesting a beer. the cap was tugged off, discarded on the wooden bar top. he took a LONG swing from the bottle, turning his head to see who was beside him. he assumed it’d be another BROTHER, though he was pleasantly SURPRISED to see otherwise.

the day had been LONG, leaving him playing mechanic at the shop. he wouldn’t have minded much, if there had ACTUALLY been something to do. the occasional customer came in, COMPLAINING of the most simple of fixes. oil changes & tire replacements didn’t take long to handle. he had even thought about leaving EARLY, knowing he could use the time to RELAX ; something he wasn’t allowed to experience OFTEN. between the stress the club brought & raising two young boys ; his schedule was constantly booked.

he had TOSSED the greased soaked rag to the side, hand coming to wipe across his forehead. the roar of a motor caught his attention, blue eyes looking towards the iron gate. another car was coming onto the lot & he SIGHED. he assumed it’d be the SAME old shit he had been dealing with. after all, it didn’t SOUND like anything was majorly wrong with the vehicle. 

charming was constantly CHANGING, keeping him on his toes. he needed to watch for COMPETITION, those who wanted to STEAL the small town away from him. he ruled charming, was even self dubbed as the PRINCE & for good reason. his club kept the town SAFE, warding off whatever TROUBLE tried to infiltrate. however, there were a few moments were he COULDN’T stand off as the local outlaw & the festival was one. too many INNOCENT bystanders were around, though his eyes were OPEN, watching for any signs he needed to act. to those around, it only looked like the bad bikers were having FUN, even participating in the rides. all for the charade of PROTECTION. 

the blonde walked around the grounds, WEAVING in & out of the crowd. he didn’t have anywhere to be, other than to check out the ENTERTAINMENT. he stopped at the small booth, turning over a few trinkets in his hand, humming absentmindedly. interesting, but not for him. he had two SMALL children that’d mistake the items of chew toys & he wasn’t PREPARED to handle that.