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Sierra didn't catch her sisters eye roll, but if she had, she likely would have blown it off. Johnny didn't say anything about her name, which, in her mind, was pretty unique, especially in the racing world. Maybe he had never heard of the racing Carter sisters before, although if he picked up any sort of motorcycle magazine in the last three years, he would have known. She never revealed their last names, but still, he could put two and two together. He seemed like the smarter one. She looked at him a little dumbfounded as her ego took a blow.
"I leave where we sleep up to my sister."
When Drake asked about their relationship she tucked the gun back in her jacket pocket realizing she never even flipped the safety switch on it. Maybe Johnny saw that which is why he reached a hand out for a shake in the first place. She blushed slightly, feeling more the fool then ever and went back to her bike to grab a water bottle. Her throat suddenly felt so very dry.
"We were in Vegas for a race. Ended up getting stuck there for too god damned long. You boys ever hear of us? The Carter sisters? Up and coming new faces in the cycle world?"
Sienna saw the look on her sisters face. Hell, here goes her ego, she thought. Enna always knew how much her sister loved the attention they got. She however, loathed it. She never wanted the spotlight, and was happy to let Sierra bask in it all she wanted.
She listened as Drake spoke about sleeping arrangements, the other buildings. She glanced at the men and figured if they had their weapons, they were safe enough to stay in a real room with a bed. Besides, it didn't look like Drake and the other one, Johnny were real big on the old guys treatment of them at first. She noticed he hadn't said really anything since.
Sienna shook her head,"Sie (said like sigh), not everyone is going to fall at your feet, Hon, he probably has no idea who we are, and that ain't a bad thing." She grabbed her saddle bag, 'in there, real rooms? this place got a work space?" she headed for the door.
"Can't say I have. Not big into racing. Or any sport for that matter. Think we had a poster of you in the garage though. Name sounds familiar," Drake said calmly, "were we supposed to know who you are?"
He looked at the other sister, Sienna. "There's other rooms, bathrooms, a main bar area, a back kitchen. There's a meeting room off the bar, and a garage out back. Think a compile storage rooms off the kitchen, a freezer too. Wasn't a big area. Garage and bar took up most of it. Bedrooms are upstairs, six or so. That cover everything? You may find the gas you need in the garage, or those parts. It's around back, two big open doors."
He turned back to the others. "Bones, I got the guns inside why don't we go take a look. Whole bag of them." He looked at the girls again. "You two need anything, and help taking your bikes to the garage. I assume that's where you're going to go. Listen if your staying, then come inside if you feel like, we'll be there. Until then.see you around."
He looked at Johnny. "Watch the bikes Switch, see to it they don't tamper with them."
"I think I heard of them actually. One of the most biggest influences in female racing, if not the biggest. You were one of the first and only to do it. Supposed to encourage all these women to do the jobs they didn't think the could do. Or that's what the media said. And yeah we did have her poster, bent over the bike," Johnny said calmly, "you win the race at least? Your last one?"
He leaned on a railing. "We're from Vegas. Our club was housed on the outskirts. Had another of our chapters bases on the border here. Bones, he's from Louisiana." He smiled, putting his hands in his pockets. "So you ever ride s chopper? More force, less torque. Smoother ride."
As drake listed the rooms Johnny watched the girls. His two comrades slowly left and then he was left alone. He leaned on the railing and watched the girls.
"Ain't heard of yah sweet cheeks," Gareth said with a smirk. He let the boys talk, watching the girl as he rubbed his beard. He smiled whenever one met his eye. As drake left he followed, going toward the table with the guns. Opening it saw the guns, taking a rifle out. He waved it around and aimed casually. "Good sites, crappy paint job," he said laughing.
He kept his arms crossed and tossed it down. "I claim the bigger one brother, Sienna. Dam she is fine from behind. The other though, that's all yours. Though Johnny boy been making googo eyes at her, best be careful."
Gareth moved back, along the table. "So you think they gonna take the bikes. If they touch mine, you ain't gonna hold me back from what I do to them."
"Poster on the wall? Hear that sis? We were poster girls for these grease bags. I guess everyone can have fantasies though, right?" She offered a sarcastic smile to Drake as she winked to Johnny. Speaking to drag again, she grabbed a knapsack from the back of her bike and prepared to stay for the night. "Don't worry handsome, we can't use anything from your bikes. At least, not part wise."
She looked between the buildings and shook her head as Johnny asked her if she ever rode a chopper before.
"Nope. I like the lighter, faster bikes. We didn't hang around with that type of crowd. More Jap bike types, you know?"
She looked back at Johnny thinking maybe he was the one in control of this group. She assumed groups had leaders, no matter how small they may be. Of her and her sister, there was no clear leader. They split their decisions 50/50 and one would usually cave to the other if they couldn't come to a decision about things. Not that it wasn't easy to make decisions when it came to life or death. She knew Sienna was the smart one when it came down to it.
"So, you the leader of this little gang? What do they call it? Club president or something like that?"
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Every time that old one made eye contact with her, it made her skin crawl. She didn't trust any of them, but they needed the garage. It was miles til home and she wanted to tweak the bikes . Desert was hard on bikes, she knew that and they'd been driving in it for quite a bit.
Sienna glanced over as Drake and Bones went inside and left them with , Drake called him switch. Sie asked if he was in charge and it made her smirk," doubt that, my money is on the other one, Drake." She glanced at her sister," they had a poster of you, I never did a poster." She grinned and started to walk her bike around back to the garage," I wanna check them, heat, sand, hard on the engines." Sienna went around the side, keeping her eyes out as she did. She hoped Sie wouldn't be far behind her, she wanted to talk to her and get a strategy. Drake had mentioned guns, they probably would have more then them and that made her nervous.
She opened the garage, slipped out of her jacket and got to work.
"I figured you would be fine," Johnny said calmly, "and there were many posters, so don't feel to special. Though the mechanics probably loved it," he said with a laugh. Johnny pushed off the railing as Drake and bones both went in. She didn't answer if she had won the last rsce or not, he was curious still. "So did you win, or no?"
He smiled back at her, "jap bikes huh, are they actually as cheap as they look? Looks like all plastic and glam. I admit the engine makes it go faster, and you can maneuver better, but it doesn't have the smooth ride. Chopper aren't about speed, you cruise, let your worries drift away as you ride them. They're relaxing, yet fun at the same time."
He walked up to his. "You should try one sometime, bet you'd like it. I know I did the first time I rode one. I've driven almost every kind of bike, so I know what to compare." He watched her, reaching up to rub his beard.
"And no, I'm not the leader, far from it. Club president is right though. Bones is the leader of his chapter, but that doesn't mean anything to us. Though the same "rank" as me drake is sort of our leader. He decides what we do, or offers suggestions. Ultimately it's a vote now, majority wins. Actually ran the same way back when shit wasn't all over the wall."
"Relax, they ain't gonna do nothing. I think we can trust them. Maybe try wining them over before assaulting them next time," Drake said glaring, "and you don't claim shit. They aren't a piece of meat or animal. They ain't a gun or room, these are people. They decided for themselves, so lay off. Claiming don't mean shit."
He grabbed a gun from the bag. It was an AK, cartel style paint all over it, white ivory designs with skulls and roses. "Agree the paint job sucks, but I bet they fire. There's ammo, that's a plus. Check out this." He pulled what looked like a clay brick, with an alarm clock sticking out. "C4, what you think they did with the his. I don't see a remote though."
He moved some of the sub machine guns to the side as well as the pistols. "Looks like a good haul, though we can't take it all. We can keep the ammo in our bags, but will have to narrow down the gun choices. What you find for food in here? Saw you had beer, there anything to eats or do we have to get some armadillo or soemthing. Anyway you count the ammo, drink beer, jerk off to the girls, whatever, I'm going to go find a grill, a barbecue, or something to cook on."
He made his way out of the bar. Stopping he grabbed a couple beers and his bag. Making his way around back he stopped at the garage. The one sister had already got to work and he cleared his throat as he entered. "Want one," he asked, waving the beer bottle, "not that cold, but it's wet."
He moved around the garage, looking at the tools, the car lift. "See a barbecue out here or something? Was thinking of grilling soemthing up while it was still light out."
Gareth just grunted in response. "Whatever. Just don't get in my way Croll, or you'll regret it," he spat. He admitted he often felt outnumbered. Johnny and Dark would team up on him, he was often outvoted. Add two more who seemed like a Johnny type, and then he'd never get to what he wanted, want was best for them.
He grabbed an Uzi and swung it around, "yeah you do that Drake. I'm going to see if we have any food in this place, or if there's anything fun under the beds." He made his way down the hall. He went to the first bedroom and saw the wall safe. "Winder whats in there," he said to himself as he approached it.
He pun the dial and tried to pull it open. It didn't budge, he smacked the lock with the gun and again got no give when he pulled it. "Son of a bitch," he said wa ting to know what was inside.
"These Mexicans used to run drugs, bet there's some nice coke somewhere n this dump."
Sienna was busy, but the sound of a throat clear got her attention. She glanced up and looked around. Where was Sie? Wasn't she right behind her? Damnit. She had done it again. Anyone or anything could have come in here, just look at what did.
He offered a beer, "peace offering?" She rose up and extended a hand, taking the beer. She raised a brow, 'um, no, but I wasn't looking for one, I wanna blow out the motors before dark, been real issues with sand blowing. Why we are dressed in full suits." She shook her head, like he cared why or how they were dressed. She sat the beer down, and ran her hand through her hair, pulling it up in a hair tie on her wrist. She glanced at him, 'so look, are we going to have problems here? I mean, straight up, is your guy, the old one, gonna be a dick about us being here?' She squatted back down and stared at her bike, then glanced at him, 'I could, take a look at your bike too, since I am here, if you want?"
Sierra followed Johnny as he moved to his bike, talking about the posters and how there were many in the garages. It was no big surprise really and she wasn't put out by the fact there were other girls hanging around in their fantasies. When he got to his bike she looked up at him with a bit of a sour face. "No, I didn't win. Thanks for reminding me though."
Her hands moved to his bike, not really caring if she was allowed to touch it or not, wrapping around the smooth handlebars. She lifted one leg and straddled the wide seat but did nothing more. This bike was big and too heavy for her. "This bike may be smooth and slow to let your worries drift away, but in this world, I need speed. Biters don't admire your ride. I prefer to leave them in the dust." She stayed on the seat for a bit, trying to get a feel for the aged leather against her backside and although it was a little more comfortable, it was still too big for her. Slowly she eased off his bike and approached him with a wink.
"So, Mr. President, you want to show me where the bar is? I could go for a shot of tequila."
Drake smiled as she took the beer, "more or less. Felt bad you had to deal with that ass. Had half the nerve to just clock him right there, should have done it too. You were probably thinking the same thing," he said with a smirk. Slamming the cap of his beer down on the edge of the counter that lined the garage the lid bounced off. He leaned back and against the nearest counter. Taking a sip he smiled.
"There something wrong with the filter? Maybe it came loose or something. Isn't that supposed to prevent sand from getting in," Drake said looking at the bike, "you're not supposed to travel in the sand storms by the way. Think they advise against it. Shit is strong, can create dune son the road, next thing you know you're off course and lost in the middle of the fucking desert. We try to avoid them, stopping st the nearest shelter while it blows. For the most part the filter keeps the sand out though,mounds like you may need a new one."
He watched her. "Not an expert or anything, it you get sand in there, right filled, consider the bike gone. Not even the off-road ones can't take that."
She spoke about Garreth and he cringed. "Yeah he's a dick, and will most likely continue to be one. Thsts who he is though, so don't take it personally that it's just you he's doing it to. He knows I won't take that shit, so he does it less to me. He'll make comments, but not as bad. He shouldn't be as agressive now though. If he does though kick him in the balls or clock him one. He'll back off."
Drake paused. "I'm only with him because of that patch on his back. Only reason I even stay with him. He's family. A distant cousins kind of, but still family. We share the same bond, it's hard to understand. But you put up with family as long as they don't betray you, or endanger you. Anything beyond that, it can be dealt with."
He took a sip of the beer. "Wish it was cold, not warm, but it will do." He pushed off the counter. "You want to check my bike go ahead, I'll grab it for you."
He left the garage, seeing Johnny and Sierra were already gone, off to the bar or soemthing. At least with both watching one of the girls they couldn't steal off the bikes. Yet he didn't think they would. Getting on he started it up. He back up and then pulled sour, riding it up to the garage. Once inside he killed the motor and climbed off.
"There you go. I take it you're the mechanic for your sister, or one of them."
Johnny saw how sour her face went and looked away. "You'll wind the next one though,"'he said with a laugh, though he cheeks were showing a hint of red. He looked down, kicking the sand a bit. He watched her, watched her grab the bike, climbed on. He admitted it was nice to see a girl on his bike, had been a long time since one climbed on like that.
He felt like she was teasing him though, and it was working. "Yeah...uh...yeah. It isn't as fast as yours I'll give you that, but you sit better. Ever need to shoot it has more balance. Guess we aren't running that much. Ecspecially out here, or much chompers out here though. Don't think we've even seen one the last few days. Almost dead, just as deserted as it was before all this. He'll we've came across. Ore humans than the dead since being out here."
He kept his hands in his jacket pockets. "And we use more muscle anyway. They'd rather fight than flee. Men you know, they have to win." He grinned. He watched her climb off and give a wink, and again he blushed.
"Alright so let's get inside then," he said with a grin, "through those doors. It's open, lots of space. And by tequila I hope you mean warm Mexican beer, or watered down whiskey, because I think thsts all we have left. Maybe a storage room has more though, we didn't check the whole place her. Kind of just arrived,"
He pushed the door open to the bar, holding it for her. Seeing both Drake and Gareth were gone he gave a sigh of relief. "Alright, your sister isn't expecting you in the garage is she, she seemed to want you to follow her." He went to the bar counter and walked behind it, leaning like a bartender. "What brings you girls out this way anyway, where you headed? Or did you just drive the open road to escape them like we did."
Sienna wasn't sure how to take him. He actually seemed like he wanted to talk to her. "I know, I wanted to make sure that hadn't happened. We got caught in a bad dust storm, didn't have much choice but to push on. " She watched him for a moment, then went back to work.
Man, he was really opening up, "So, you talk to every one this much, or am I special?" She smirked at him, and shook her head, "I understand family, I don't always like my sister, but I would never leave her, we've been together since the day we were born, so trust me, I understand blood." Her gaze was serious as she spoke to him. Sure, Sienna was the quieter of the two, didn't like attention, but if you fucked with her sister, she would kill you."I can check it, never hurts." She straightened and stood, wiping her hands on her jeans, leaving a grease streak across her ass.
When he pulled his bike back in , she was taking a sip of her warm beer. She made a face and sat it on the counter. "Yeah, she rides them and I work on them. I built her bike for her, and this one, but that seems like a really long time ago." She frowned as she stared at her bike. "Look, just keep that guys hands off my sister, and we won't have any issues." She moved over to his bike and lifted one leg and straddled it, sitting down. She grinned, "Boys and their toys." She chuckled and looked at him, 'The other one, Switch, you called him, he seems alright, intelligent, not like the other guy." Sienna shifted a bit and got off the bike, and squatted down, looking over the whole thing, "She's gorgeous, it is a she, isn't it?' She smiled at him, "Don't all you guys refer to your bikes in the feminine?"
"I see, lots of time there no way to clean the sand out unless you take the whole bike apart. Even then you often need new parts. So let's just hope it's not to damaged," Drake said taking a sip of the beer.
"But yah, I talk to everyone, though the pretty ones more so," he said with a smile. "Yeah Johnny and I were the same way. We had each other's backs even before all this. He wasn't my closest friend, but I wouldn't betray him. Gareth on the other hand, he's different. I've only met him once or twice, before this started. But he's good at killing those things, and keeps us safe. All i can ask for."
He watched her move in the bike . "Built them from scratch? Figured you'd have one like hers, more flash. I mean yours isn't really a dragster, aunt a chopper either, kind of in between. I was never a bike guy. I rode them, every day actually, but I never built one. I could get just as fast anywhere in a car or van. But it was part of the lifestyle. To answer you question, no it wasn't a she, maybe it could be, I don't know. All I do know is it was the one I bought, fixed up when it broke, and got me where I wanted to go. Johnny is the mechanic, not me."
"Switch is good, he has a good head on his shoulders, even if he's a little soft." He watched her down by the bike. "Is it gorgeous. I try and keep it in good condition. Was expensive, but has a lot of customization to it. I admit I didn't do it all. I have the physical aspect to fix bikes, just not the mental aspect in what to do."
He took another sip. "So where are you two heading? There a destination in mind besides the Arizona desert."
Sierra went inside the bar with him and looked around the dusty old bar. There were plenty of overturned seats, empty glasses and a general sense of uncleanliness, but these days, there was no need to care about those trivial things.
"These places are a germaphobes worst nightmare." She chuckled as she took a seat at the bar, straddling over it almost the same way she straddled across his Harley.
"That's a damn shame. Tequila makes me really horny." She looked at him with a flirty smile as she said that. She wanted to test this guy to see how far she could push the boundaries and see how safe her and her sister could really be here.
"Sienna will be okay. She can hold her own. Besides, she's got weapons. That girl can do some real damage with a wrench. As far as where we're going? I don't know. Probably back home to Ohio. We had a hard time getting out of Vegas. If it wasn't hordes, it was the living. We lost our boyfriends, our dad...it's just me and her now."
Sienna chuckled at Drake," she's, all the custom makes her expensive. " she raised up and stood, staring at him. This was getting awkward for her," you have good taste, in bikes, I mean, even if you don't know how to work on them." She stuck her hands in her pockets and shrugged as he asked where they were going," home, we lost," she started to talk about her dad and stopped herself." We got stuck in Vegas and took time for us to get out of Nevada, so we are heading back home."
Sienna moved around his bike and headed back to her's," funny, you don't know much about fixing them, but you know about the filters." She raised one brow, you're right, mine came loose, took some damage getting out of the city, lost a couple screws , I think, just enough of a gap." Her hand roamed over her bike," hope she isn't too bad, didn't seem to be, rides fine, just a shutter when she starts. Just paranoid about it, she's my life line, don't want to be riding double with Sierra."
She moved closer to him and picked up her beer," so you wanted to hit him ," she fingered his jaw," sorry about that, you know it was meant for him."
"Glad you like it," Drske said raising the beer as he spoke. He pointed it at the bike and took a sip. "I know what I like. If it runs good, and feels good, all you can ask for. Plus it has a nice look to it. I like it too, had it for a good number of years."
He leaned back, "so where is home," he asked taking another sip. "Guess that's good. What do you expect to find at home? U.S. We're just keeping alive. There's a few more chapters we want to check out, see if any of our brothers are still alive. California has some there, Arizona. May swing down to Lousinana or Florida. Montana, South Dakota, some small groups."
He leaned forward, "thats out plan." He watched her rub down her bike, talk about the filter. "Johnny won't shut up about them, he keeps us all running. I can do the basics, and what he taught me. Beyond that, not much more."
He smiled. "Anything I can do to help." He set his beer down in the counter, whipping his hands on his jeans. "Anything I can to help fix her? Maybe one of the other bikes can work, change her out."
He felt her come close, rub along his jaw. He tensed up. "Yeah I know, it's fine," he said calmly. He smirked, "yeah I wanted to, but I don't want trouble."
He looked out the garage at the sun setting, "you have a mean swing though. Good to see you can look out for yourself."
"You're not a a germaphobe are you," Johnny asked as he moved along the bar. He smirked at her, leaning on the barn further. She was gorgeous, stunning, and very sultry. He felt this would end badly though. He could see her making fun of him, teasing him only for it to a be a joke. But he wasn't certain.
What she said about tequila shocked him. If he was drinking something he would have spit it out or choked on it. Instead he blushed and looked away, his mouth felt try, palms sweaty. "Well..well let's see what else we have," he said squeaking out his words, "there still might be some in the back." He felt his cheeks burning red and he looked away.
Moving into the back room he searched along the shelves. It was a Mexican bar, there had to be tequila. He searched through boxes and pulled out a few bottles. They read Voodoo tiki and he grinned.
Coming back to the bar he set the box down and handed her a bottle and a glass. "Knew there had to be something. Hope they're still good." He whipped off the dust.
"I lost my dad too, other members. We're just rating to survive. Think Bones and Drake wants to find others in other states from our club."
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