“Kraze, this is Delilah. And that’s Savannah, over with Rex.” Tripp answers as he’s pointing to us.

The gate is opened, and we pull in. Parking the bikes, we get off. Nervous energy consumes me. I’ve been to rallies, events, but never to another compound. Walking in, it reminds me of our clubhouse. The building is different, but the feeling is the same. Against a bar, I can see a couple making out, the little I can make out of the woman, she’s an exotic beauty. Boys are off to the side talking, drinking beers. Everything is just as it would be on any random day at our clubhouse.

“Dyson, Tripp’s here.” The guy referred to as Kraze calls out.

A hand comes off the beauty’s ass, to lift up one finger. Well, that’s Dyson then. Still looking around me, I see a man with a stone cold look to him. He’s got that serious demeanor that Tripp carries around. After a moment, he seems to sense we’re no threat and walks off down a hallway off the back of the room.

The room feels charged with a different kind of energy. It’s like they are following our emotions and sensing things because although watching us, everyone seems to settle quickly with our presence. It’s like they know something we don’t or they are that confident in the hold they have over the Hellions. My dad doesn’t give other clubs that kind of power, so I’m thinking they sense this visit doesn’t affect them negatively, that it’s business.

A woman walks in with short hair that is brown on top and pink on the bottom. Her confidence rolls off her in waves. Her clothes are skin tight, hugging every luscious curve of her body. She’s a pin up model walking. She walks over to Kraze, who immediately grabs her waist pulling her to him for a kiss. This is common at our club too, but right now it nags at me. Clawing at my insides, to stand here and know that I’ll never have that. It’s obvious in the features and actions of these men, those women aren’t club whores. No, those are ol’ ladies. Club whores are man handled and wouldn’t just be kissed, by now they’d be on their knees sucking someone’s dick.

The first couple take a breather, breaking apart. Taking in Dyson, it’s obvious he and Kraze are twins only his ink adorns his left side versus the right of his brother. Dyson nods to Tripp as his sign that he should make his way over. I don’t move at first, unsure of where I’m supposed to be to stay out of the way. Tripp takes two steps, when I don’t follow suit, he grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together. The act comforts me and pisses me off as he pulls me close to him.

Never releasing my hand, he gives a quick greeting to Dyson. Rex and Sass are right beside us. The serious man comes back to the room, showing no signs of any emotion whatsoever.