“The club will always be family, but this isn’t my future. Doll, come on, be understanding. Let things be like they were in Charlotte where we freely picked up regular guys and dated. Neither of us have had a relationship since coming back to Haywood’s Landing. How do we know that we aren’t meant to be with someone that isn’t a Hellion? Maybe I’m ready for a relationship now.” Her eyes are pleading with me to agree and I’ve never been able to resist Sass.

Whether I agree with what she’s saying or attempting to do, doesn’t matter. If she wants to go out and try something new, as her best friend I’m along for the ride, that’s a given.

“Alright, we’ll go out. I love you, Savannah. I want you to be happy whether it’s with a suit, a biker, or hell, even a rock star. Promise me though, no white picket fence…at least paint that shit black.” We both break out into giggles at that and head home.

Everything is set up for the transport. Tank and I will be riding in a rig together, Rex will be riding with Frisco, and the third Mack truck will have Coach and Alfie paired for driving. John-boy, Conductor, Perry, Slice, and Dukes will be driving the cargo vans for our look out vehicles and added man power should something go wrong. All elements are arranged.

“We heading out on the town tonight, man?” Tank asks.

“You know it, brother.” I smile and fist pound him.

“Good. I need this time away to get my mind off shit,” he responds, shaking his head.

“You need to fuck that feisty one out of your system,” Rex states, as he looks over at Tank with laughter in his eyes.

“Damn straight, I do. No regrets, that’s the way I’ve lived my life. Then I have to go and fuck everything up by giving into something I knew I shouldn’t have. Time and time again, I wanted to fuck her, but knew it would mess everything up. Damn it, I did it anyway and now I need to get her outta my system, that’s all.”

“A change in scenery, some new pussy, and a lot of alcohol will help man,” I say as I lead the way outside.

The whole crew comes out with us to a local bar. The place is one we frequent regularly. The beer is cold, the locals support us, and the barflies love us. Within a few minutes, Rex is off in the back stock room with some random hookup. This is definitely what Tank and I both need. He can’t shake Sass, and I can’t get Doll outta my head. Damn, at least Tank got laid before the broad took up residence in his every thought.

After entering the bar, we pass by the booths that line the right side wall. Sauntering through the open middle space, we make our way to the long bar on the left. Tessie, our usual bartender, already has our first beers out and waiting. She’s a cute, petite, dark haired girl. She’s nice enough. Rex tapped her once a few years back; she took it in stride. She’s a single mom trying to get by, and gave into one night of lust. She’s never asked him for anything more than the one night in the very stock room he’s off banging someone else in right now. I’m pretty sure she may be the one repeat Rex has had, but neither of them shows it. Once, twice, whatever, they don’t act like it’s a regular hook up. Towards the back of the bar, there are two open rooms with two pool tables each. There is an area to throw darts in the back of each of these corner rooms. They usually fill up, but as a Hellion, once we enter, our room empties.