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home.”
    I stopped him. “I don’t know if I want
to go back to David’s.”
    “Wh… nah, I won’t ask. Look, there’s
always a few free beds at the clubhouse if you want to stay
there.”
    I thought about it for a second.
“Okay.”
    Anything would have been better than
seeing that dirtbag right now.
     
    *
     
    The clubhouse was an interesting
place. It was for the most part a large barroom, but there were
also a bunch of guest-type bedrooms connected as well. There was
also a whole back section that Johnny told me was off limits to
anyone but patched in members of the club, but the rest of the
place was alright for most people that were even just loosely
affiliated with the club.
    “We have a pretty good rule of thumb
here,” he said. “If you can walk in here without getting your ass
beat, you’re probably good to go.”
    That only made me wonder what it took
to warrant a beating around here. I didn’t have much time to ponder
it though. It was getting late and I was getting tired. Johnny led
me to one of the bedrooms and fetched a blanket out of a large
closet.
    “Don’t worry about anything. Nobody’ll
bother you in here. Get some sleep and I’ll see you in the
morning.”
    “Thanks,” I said.
    I was out before my head even hit the
pillow.
     
    *
     
    I didn’t wake up until very late the
next morning. I came crawling out into the main barroom area of the
clubhouse rubbing my eyes groggily and yawning, and was greeted to
the sight of a handful of the Iron Disciples sitting around the bar
shooting the breeze. Big Sam & Little Sam, Hard-on Terry, and
Bug Brain were the ones I recognized, but there were a couple
others as well that I hadn’t been formally introduced to yet. When
they saw me, Hard-on Terry put his hand over his mouth and squealed
with laughter.
    “Which one of you dogs bagged the
writer’s girl last night!?”
    My face flushed red with
embarrassment. I wanted to retreat back into the bedroom and crawl
under the blanket, or just make a run for the door.
    “Shut up, idiot.” I heard Johnny’s
voice call out from the other end of the room, coming out of the
off-limits back area. “She just needed a place to stay last
night.”
    “Alright, Johnny. Alright.” He quit
talking, but he poked the grinning Iron Disciple next to him
knowingly in the ribs all the same.
    “You want some coffee, sweetheart?
Just put on a fresh pot,” said Bug Brain, waving me
over.
    “Okay,” I said. I made my way over to
the bar countertop and pulled up a stool. Bug Brain poured me a mug
of coffee and slid it across the counter to me. I had barely raised
the coffee mug to my lips when the doors to the clubhouse were
thrown open harshly. Everyone’s heads jerked towards the direction
of the entrance, just in time to see David storming
through.
    “Where the fuck is Johnny!?” David
yelled, his face red with anger and his fists clinched into tight
little balls.
    “I’m right here, Davie,” Johnny said,
holding a pool cue in his hands. “Is there a problem?”
    “You’re damn right there’s a
problem.”
    All of the Iron Disciples in the room
stood up from their bar stools and chairs at that. David didn’t
seem to even notice. He pointed towards me.
    “That’s my fucking girl, Johnny. You knew
that. You rode off with her anyway.” He turned his attention to me.
“Did you fuck him, Hannah? Did you?”
    My face turned completely red for the
second time in the last five minutes. I didn’t say
anything.
    David turned his attention back to
Johnny. “I’m going to fucking kill you, man.”
    That was all it took. The bikers fell
upon him like a pride of lions on a gazelle. They were punching him
with those stone heavy fists, kicking him in the ribs. I could hear
the loud crunches of their heavy rings digging into his flesh with
each punch. Johnny had thrown his pool cue down now and was yelling
as the Iron Disciples went to town on David.
    “You aren’t a member of
this club, Davie! You fucking