Page 4 of Abe (Marked Skulls MC 3)
I expected to walk into this place, find the girl I got a lead on, who would point me in the direction of her brother—hopeful and excited that her street-gang brother had caught the eye of an actual MC member. Instead, I found a fiery redhead who had no time for me and gave me an earful in return.
Nothing about Alexis was ordinary, and I had been stunned by the electricity in the air when I first saw her. She had shoulder length bright red hair, and large green eyes and a pale smooth complexion which made her cheeks look pink when she was angry. She was petite and short, the store uniform she was wearing seemed too big for her and I wanted to punch the face of the guy who had his hands on her shoulders.
Despite her frail delicate looks, Alexis had a loud voice and she wasn’t afraid of using it. She had made it very clear to me that she wanted me to stay away from her brother, which did nothing more than make me more determined to find him.
If this was what Oz’ sister was like, I could only imagine what he was made up of. I was tempted to nearly recruit her to the MC!
I got on my bike and looked at the doors of the store again. What was I hoping for? That she would appear, running to me, apologizing for kicking me out of the storeroom? I knew she’d felt it too, that unmistakable charge in the air. I wanted her, my cock throbbed in my pants at the very thought of her and I knew that she wanted me too.
No matter how hard she screamed for me to stay away from her brother, the truth was there was lust between us and I felt like I would explode if I didn’t fuck her.
I rode away from the supermarket, now I had no choice but to visit each and every haunt of the Romanos and try and find Oz. This was what I wanted to avoid. I thought it would be way easier to just get the information from his sister, but Alexis had made the whole situation much harder. But she hadn’t stopped me.
One by one, I went to every bar in the neighborhood, asking around for Oz from the Romanos gang. I got some information as to where he could be, but the kid seemed to be hiding himself pretty well today. But I was going to find him, even if it took me all day. I was determined to bring him to Church and test him out myself.
I’d heard good things about Oz, the six foot massive chunk of a kid. He was known on the streets as the hard-hitter, his punches were apparently legendary. These street kids got into fights without guns, dealing mostly in petty robbery and mugging. Oz was supposed to be climbing up the ladder pretty quickly, he had caught the eye of a lot of people. When I heard this, I knew that I needed to test him out. He would make the perfect first new prospect to the Marked Skulls.
We needed a young member, a fearless guy who could punch as well as he could run. It would only be a matter of time before I could train him to use a gun properly, and the rest of the tricks in our trade. It wasn’t too long ago that I was a street kid just like him, when Fred brought me under his wing and introduced me to Lewis and the rest of the MC.
Joining the Marked Skulls had changed my life, even though I mostly worked at the garage. It gave me a sense of purpose and a set of brothers who were the closest thing to family I ever had. Now, it was my chance to give that gift to a few other deserving kids, and I was curious to find out if Oz was going to be the first one.
I kept riding around town, following leads as to his whereabout, till I finally arrived at a dive bar that looked promising. I parked my bike outside its doors and strode in.
It was past noon now, close to four, and already the drinking had gotten heavy in here. The bar was filled with cigarette smoke and was loud with heavy metal playing.
I recognized a few local guys at the bar who nodded their heads at me. When I caught sight of the ginger-haired guy at the pool table, knocking his can of beer with another guy’s, I knew instantly that he was Oz.
I started walking towards them, and the other kids, who were clearly a part of the Romano group, started nudging each other. Oz turned around to look at me, squinting his eyes because he was suspicious.
“Oz,” I said his name and he clenched his jaws. He knew who I was, he’d seen my patch already and I could sense that he was amping himself up for a fight.
“Yeah, so what?” he asked and I grinned at him. I liked him already.
“Abe,” I said and stretched my hand out to him. I needed him to know that I wasn’t here to cause trouble.
“From the Marked Skulls,” Oz said and gave me his hand. We shook and I could sense his friends talking behind him.
“Is there somewhere we can talk in private?” I asked and he furrowed his brows.
“What’s this about? We’ve stayed out of everybody’s territory,” he said, putting down his beer on the edge of the pool table.
“Trust me, you’ll want to hear this. You can relax, you’re not in trouble and neither are your friends,” I said, looking at the Romanos behind him. Oz looked over his shoulder at them too and clenched his jaws.
“You have a smoke?” he asked and I nodded. We walked out of the back of the bar together and I pulled out my pack of cigarettes for him.
“Your sister know you smoke?” I asked him grinning, as I lit a cigarette for him. Oz was leaning against the back door of the bar while I stood in front of him.
“My sister? What do you know about my sister?” he asked and I shook my head.
“Nothing. I don’t know anything about her, anyway, I’m here to talk to you about something else,” I said, eyeing him carefully. The rumors were true, for a twenty-year old with no training, this guy looked strong. He seemed intelligent too, just the candidate we needed.
“What?” he asked.
“A position has opened up in the Marked Skulls for a new prospect, and I’ve been hearing good things about you,” I said and Oz’ eyes immediately lit up. He threw the half-smoked cigarette to the ground and straightened himself.
“You want to patch me in as a prospect?” he asked and I smiled.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, kid. We need to test you out first. All I know about you is what I’ve heard, I need to see you in action first before we can make a decision,” I told him and Oz was laughing, like he couldn’t believe his luck.
“Oh fuck man, this is fucking great! I can’t believe this is happening. I’ll do anything, tell me what you need me to do,” he said, pacing up and down in the alleyway.
“Just relax, kid. I’ll come to you with a plan when the time comes, I just wanted to know if you’re interested,” I said and Oz nodded his head excitedly.
“I’m more than interested, man! This is exactly the sort of shit I want to do. I want some serious work!” he continued in the same excited voice and I laughed, thinking about how badly he was going to disappoint his sister.
“I don’t believe your sister would like to hear that,” I said and Oz stopped pacing, crossing his brows at me.
“You know Alexis or something? You keep bringing her up!” he exclaimed and I shrugged my shoulders.
“I went to her store, asking about you and she nearly chewed my head off,” I replied and I could see Oz looking embarrassed.
“I’m sorry about that, man. She just doesn’t get it. She’s too scared that I’m going to get myself killed or something,” he said and I nodded.
“But you’re not, are you?” I asked and Oz straightened himself again.
“It’s not going to happen, I’m good at cheating death,” he said and I blinked at him when I heard those words. I thumped his back and started walking away from him.
“I’ll stay in touch,” I called out to him and walked to my bike.
It had suddenly struck me that he was just a kid, and that bringing him into the MC would make me responsible for putting his life on the line. If I hadn’t met Alexis, this realization wouldn’t have mattered to me so fucking much.
Chapter 6
Alexis
I was waiting in the living room, pacing around, staring at each tick of the clock. When Oz jiggled the key in the lock outside, I breathed a sigh of relief. He walked in, this time without any fresh cuts or b
ruises on his body. At least none that were visible.
“Did he find you?” I screamed, before he even had the chance to shut the door. Oz rolled his eyes and walked straight past me to the kitchen.
“Oz! Did he fucking find you?” I raged, following him and he stopped and turned to me.
“Yeah, he fucking did. I spoke to Abe, from the Marked Skulls and he told me just how much trouble you caused him. Jesus, sis, why can’t you just stay out of this?” Oz threw his arms up in the air from frustration. I could feel my lips quivering. I hadn’t doubted for a single second that Abe wouldn’t go after Oz, even though I had threatened him not to.
“Where is he? Where do these Marked Skulls guys hang out?” I shouted and Oz turned from me again.
I fell on him, banging my clenched fists on his back and screaming.
“Tell me where he is! I want to fucking talk to this man!”
Oz crouched away from me, not daring to lift a finger against his sister.
