Page 18 of Holley Jolly Biker

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It was after my shift at the diner the next day and picking Soraya up from school that we headed home and made unicorn brownies.

And yes, I had dressed up much better than I had yesterday.

My long blonde hair was straight. I had on minimum make-up because I felt that natural beauty is more important, and it shines just so.

I had on a fitted red long-sleeve sweater that showcased my breasts and nipped in the waist just right.

I also had on the jeans that showed my hourglass figure.

I had tits and ass, and I was proud of them.

I had worked on getting it all back after we left.

I missed them.

On my feet were a pair of dark brown ankle boots with a silver buckle on the side.

Soraya was dressed in much the same manner as I was but without make-up, and her brown curls were still bouncy after the product I put in them this morning.

Thankfully, I had been able to get directions from Mr. Robb... Harold.

And as we drove to the clubhouse, as it was called, I sent up a silent prayer that Saint would be there.

Because I didn’t want to crush my little girl’s spirit.

She had been talking about him not stopping since we met him yesterday.

I had even gotten news that she had told her classmates that she made herself a new friend and that he was a giant.

Shaking my head, I saw the name of the road and turned right.

There, the building stood.

It had four levels, from what I could tell, and was painted gray and red. It looked pretty cool.

Above a set of French-style brown doors were the letters SOMC.

I now knew that meant Soulless Outlaws Motorcycle Club.

We had just parked beside a row of bikes.

I cut the ignition in my car, climbed out, and then moved to help Soraya out.

Once that was done, I grabbed the tray of brownies and tagged her hand.

“Lookin’ a little lost there, darlin’,” I jerked my head to that voice and felt a tingle of fear slide along my spine.

He was older, possibly a little younger than Harold.

His brown hair was graying at his temples, and he had green eyes.

But there was something in his eyes I didn’t like.

However, we were there for Saint.

And the way Harold had talked about this club, I tried not to allow my fear to show.