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.