Yes I watched him from the corner of my eye though he didn't seem to notice. He would just sit with his friends and not drink, something quite odd since he looked like a heavy drinker.
He was tall, like had-to-bend-to-come-through-the-door tall. Muscles ripped off him without effort and a scar ran from his brow to his chin that left a always there scowl even when he was smiling.
I noticed he wasn't alone in terms of female company. A curvy, brunnet was always by his side that he openly groped anytime he wished and kissed with a possession that told all the other bikers she was off limits. His old lady they called her which in biker terms meant that they were married.
Property of Axe was written in bold on the patch she wore which gave her reason to hold her head high and walk pass the rest of women.
Being apart of the Wind Breakers MC gave anyone that privilege and I didn't know.
"Ma'am, we don't allow pets,