I know I know, I didn’t put Chapter 6 on the last one I posted, sorry about that.

I heard the rumbling of bikes outside the hotel and ran to get Anna. 

“Yea I understand mom.” I heard her disappointed voice speaking into the hotel phone. 

“Yea… Ok… Love you, bye.” Then she hung the phone up. 

She walked up to me with a sad look, “I can’t got with you.” she said bowing her head. 

“Why not?” I asked. 

“My mom says I can’t, won’t let me drop out of high school.” she said starting to tear up. 

Then my phone started ringing. It was Eagle, my saving grace. 

“Get the fuck out here prospect. Stupid motherfucker.” He said sternly into the phone, then hung up. 

I looked Anna in the eye, then grabbed my Cut and left. 

As I walked outside I saw all the bikes started ready to go, with the Patch-Holders standing around smoking. 

I walked over to my Dyna and admired it.

When I get back home, I’m gonna customize it a little bit. I decided.

I started it up and sat on it, I liked to feel the powerful motor shake the bike as it warmed up. 

Eagle looked at me, his eyes burning with rage as he threw the cigarette on the sidewalk and smashed it out with his foot. 

I put on my Black helmet that had a red visor or shield on it. It was a full face with a Reapers MC support sticker on the back of it.

I hopped on my bike and waited until they started pulling out. 

Shady and I were the second to last row of bikes because we were riding with our chapter. 

Once we reached the open rode on our way to Vegas I realized something I hadn’t before. 

How riding made you feel like theres no problems, you have a guilt free heart, and a unclouded head. 

That riding in the wind with my brothers was the best feeling in my life. That I had been fortunate enough to stumble upon this brotherhood and offered a chance to join the ranks. 

This was about a days ride and we needed to make a stop. 

I saw Eagle raise his left arm up signaling for us to exit on to the offramp. 

We arrived at a diner in a small town which I hadn’t caught the name of. 

I ordered a XL BLT with frys, and a Dr.Pepper, my favorite meal. 

I had been prospecting for about 3 months now and started to really love the club and the brothers. 

I noticed it was a real small town of about 2-3 thousand and was definitely not used to seeing bikers. 

As word got around of our arrival the diner started filling up with curious looks. 

The cops were at the end of the street watching, waiting. 

As we started to get on our way I noticed the cop leave toward the direction of the on ramp. 

I kept my observations to my self while pulling out of the small parking lot. 

As we rode I saw lights in my rear view mirror and revved up my bike signaling Eagle to look. 

We started pulling over and they drove right past us. 

I looked over to Renagade, and raised my shoulders.