he’s not back yet. The other guy, the one who didn’t like me talking to Brenda, is back, so’s at least one of the thugs who followed Ace to the back, but Ace is not. I’m no super clever guy, but even I know that’s not a good sign.
None of the bikers take any notice of me as I make my way along the wall to where Blaze is still nursing his one beer, acting like he’s had at least fifty already. Even Brenda’s guy doesn’t see me anymore. He doesn’t see her either, though she’s trying to get his attention.
“It’s been a while,” I whisper to Blaze as I slide past him.
He bumps into me drunkenly. “He hasn’t checked in either. Something’s not right.”
He’s swaying, not looking at me, as he whispers it. Then he pretends to lose his balance and catches himself on my shoulders, his face inches from my ear.
“That door leads out back,” he whispers. “Go and see what you see. I’ll cause a diversion so you can slip out.”
He gives me no time to think about it, no time to question whether a stranger wandering around their inner sanctum is something the Sinners will even try to understand if they catch me there. Instead, he starts meandering his way to the bar, waving his half-full bottle of beer, foam spraying everywhere as he demands another.
So I don’t think, I just crack open the door he was standing next to and slip out into the darkness of some sort of courtyard. Most of it is in pitch darkness, but the single yellow streetlight over the trash cans casts enough illumination so I can make out a low rectangular building with many windows and all the lights off that stretches out against the wall on the other side of the courtyard across from me. There are more similar, only smaller buildings on the far side of the lot, darker blobs in darkness. There must be offices in the hallway Ace disappeared into, since one of the black painted windows there is glowing amber. I’m alone here. Good. First bullet dodged.
I slip along the building I just exited, careful to stay in the shadows, stopping to try and eavesdrop on the office with the light is on, but I don’t hear a damn thing. I don’t breathe easy until I reach the near-perfect darkness at the dark side of the lot. In the distance, by the far wall around this compound, the handles of three bikes are glowing silver in the moonlight next to a white van which practically shines.
That’s where the action will be if any occurs here tonight, and that’s where I gotta make my way to. I find a good hiding spot between two container-like structures, with the tall wall that surrounds this compound at my back. I have a good view of the bikes and vans in front of me, while the side exit of the bar is to my left. So I wait.
And wait.
And wait some more.
The particularly loud conversations, arguments, and laughter reaching me from the bar started coming in longer and longer intervals. Eventually, people start trickling out through the side door, all heading straight for the long rectangular building which must be the sleeping and fucking quarters since more than a few are couples. The sound of choppers rumbling to life out front grows in number, then starts fading into the distance. Soon the music from the bar dies down too, and nighttime silence envelops me.
I’ve seen nothing, have nothing to show for the hours I’ve spent here. For all I know, Ace is already safe. But they’d text me, and I received no such text. Blaze did send a text that he and Ice are waiting as backup out front. I texted back that it probably won’t be needed. As it is, I’m here for the night, or at least until I can be one-hundred percent sure I won’t be seen slinking away.
The sight of Brenda exiting the bar drives all other problems from my mind. Moonlight makes her hair shimmer like a lake at night and attaches to her like a garment of silk as she sways her way across the courtyard to the clubhouse. I could just follow her, spend the night in her bed with my cock inside her. No one would question why I’m here then.
And I’m seriously considering following her when the back door of the bar opens and five guys stride out. They’re