Open Road Narrative

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“Talk to Roman, he’ll tell you, I don’t need your protection. I sure as hell don’t need to be paid back for what I did for the Dallas chapter either.” I’m pissed at the way he talks down to me like a child and thus the need for my little rant. Kane has no come-back so we sit silently staring at each other sipping our coffee until our cups are empty. We’re at a stalemate but it’s a comfortable stalemate. An hour later the storm let up and now it’s time to go. Each of us has downed two cups of coffee. I pass on a third when Violet, our waitress, bravely approaches the booth one last time. I put a twenty on the table and get up. Kane pulls out some bills and throws them down handing me back the twenty. “Club owes you, we pay your way.” I roll …show more content…

I ride a black Harley Sportster. It’s highly customized, pristine and I love the feel of it between my legs on the open road. While I like to ride fast, today I’ll be taking it slow to keep from pavement surfing. It’s surprisingly easy to do after a hard rain. In the last six years, I’ve only managed to eat asphalt once. That was more than enough. I hurt like a bitch for days from the road …show more content…

I nod. It is a nice ride. “Sure you can handle it on the wet road?” Comments like that piss me the hell off. He underestimates me, the second time that’s happened today. I hide my irritation with a smile and mount the bike seeing no reason to answer his patronizing question. I don’t see any reason to tell him how many miles I put on my Sportster the past four years. This guy lives in Wisconsin, he’s under snow for four months. In a good year, he rides maybe a hundred and eighty day’s total. I ride every day. When it gets cold I head south and keep riding. I ride alone and depend on no one. Today I’m starting to think I wouldn’t be averse to leaning a tiny bit on someone else once and awhile. Kane being that someone else. Hell if I can figure out why I feel this way about a man I just met a couple of hours ago. The man is totally screwing with my brain. “Can’t let you leave Alessandra,” Kane says, crossing his arms and looking up at the sky. “Another storm is going to hit any minute. Town doesn’t have a hotel. Roman asked me to watch out for you. Not going to let him down on

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