Read Bringing Harmony (Ops Warriors MC) Online
Authors: Harley McRide
Bringing Harmony (Ops Warriors MC) (21 page)
He never spoke to her back in the day, back when he was one of the hardcore biker life type of men, he still wore his old-school colors over his leather too. The denim vest with its cut off sleeves flying his patches and designation in the club, was now replaced with the leather vest newer clubs called their cut. Her father had been one like Charlie, old school and ready to ride. No matter how fucked up they were at the time.
She ignored them until she finished with Clem, and told her to give the rough looking sexy bastards at the end of the bar a message from her in five minutes. “Tell them to be ready to ride, I’ll be waiting in the parking lot.”
She hated the idea of going back, but every time she’d tried to fight her visions, or ignored their warnings, she had paid dearly. This time she planned to embrace them. The plus side to all this was she could finally put paid to the old nightmares and hopefully some of the pain of her past. She was twenty-seven years old now, and felt as if she’d lived a lifetime already, and was working on life number two. Her sleepless night proved to her that she had no other options but to deal with it now.
She went into the back room and hefted her kit onto her Heritage. The one thing she’d taken with her when she left the hospital, and she would not give it up to ride bitch on another bike for the long trek home. She opened the double doors that faced the parking lot and rolled the bike out before closing the doors and listening for them to lock. She patted the tank and didn’t feel in the least bit silly talking to it. “Hey, baby, are you ready to go home? Don’t get too happy on the road, we will be back here soon and you will still be as beautiful as the day I bought you.” She kicked the starter and revved the motor for a few moments making sure she was firing right, and drove around the backside of her building. The men were just coming out of the door and saw her waiting by their bikes.
Crazy Charlie saw her, stopped in his tracks for a moment, and started laughing. He held his sides, and finally sobered up enough to walk over to her, with the others a few steps behind him.
“I got it now, that black and pussy pink Hog, I remember when you got that one. We thought someone stole it or sold it when you didn’t come back with the others. Old Merlin was a fucking wreck, and Muffy refused to believe you were dead. I just figured it out, Future, Oracle, and even the name of this place.” He leaned in and clasped his hand onto her shoulder. “Well met, little witch. I can just see old Dorsey’s face when he finds out you lived. He’s gonna be lucky if someone don’t kill him. He came back looking like he’d been slapped by his bitch, when the rest of us looked like we’d been beaten by the schoolyard bully. He told us that you died when one of Lucifer’s Breed ran you over. He saw it happen. I got my head scrambled and we lost four people that night. You were one of them. You and Frenchy were the only ones we couldn’t account for.”
He looked back at the two men he was with and back to her. “After that night we patched over the Chiefs. That’s how we got these two and about fifty others. Things have changed since then. You’re going to be real surprised when you see what’s happened.”
She couldn’t talk, if she tried, she knew she would bawl like a baby after its momma’s teat. She locked arms with Charlie and nodded. She knew the two handsome men wanted an explanation, but she didn’t owe them one fucking thing, and until she wanted to talk about it, they could get their information from Charlie. She didn’t wait for them, they knew which way home was, and she left them standing on the blacktop as she drove away. It felt good to be going on a run again after the past years of only taking the bike out at night to blow the carbon out of her pipes. The Heritage had rear suspension and it rode like a dream. As soon as she hit the highway, she opened her up and stayed on it until she had to find an exit to get gas and use the bathroom. After filling the tank and grabbing a candy bar and a slushie, she strolled around the parking lot while she finished her snack, and it was back on the road for her.
Demon and Knight were both pissed when they heard Charlie’s explanation. “Are you fuckin’ kidding me? Why didn’t they say this Oracle was a woman? And what does she have to do with that asshole Dorsey?”
“Dorsey swore to the whole club that she was dead. He saw her buy it. You two know we don’t leave our dead if we can get them out. He made some big story about trying to get to her but there were too many of them for him to try, and she was dead anyway, so he couldn’t save her, he saved himself. I hope Big Dog hasn’t told anybody that you found her yet, ‘cause if he has, Dorsey will be looking to get to her before she shows up at the crib.
“As for the bike, that flashy bitch sat outside the clubhouse for almost a month. It was gone one night and no one knew what happened to it the next day. I should have recognized her when we walked into this place, but you know my wings are not as strong as they used to be, especially after that night she went missing. She warned us, but that fucker Dorsey cut through what she was saying and challenged us all, calling us pussies and shit.” He kept talking while Knight called Big Dog.
“It’s too late, Dorsey is nowhere to be found, and he was at the club when you called in earlier, so he knows we found her. Dog has Poppa and Butch looking for him. I’m no Oracle, but my money says he’ll either try to discredit her to the club as a rabbit. Or do his damndest to make sure she doesn’t get there to talk. He’s got a lot to lose if she can prove he lied. Hell, her being alive is proof that he lied.”
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