Corbin ‘Duece’ James Chapters 1 & 2

More will be added with good ratings, I wrote this on my phone so sorry if there bad grammar and mis-spelling. Not a lot of sex but I promise there will be more later in the story! I go for writing a good story not a all out Sex story with no point or anything.
Sincerely, OuttLaw. 



I woke up of a sweat, dreaming of last night were I was caught up in a shooting outside of town involving a ‘6er’ gang member. He has tried to rape a young women when I turned the corner. I pulled out my Glock 22 and told him to get up, instead he reached for his gun so I shot. I had shot him in the head, then ran off not worrying about the girl or anything else. Let me describe my self, I’m Corbin “Duece” James, my nickname is Duece due to my choice of pistol, a Glock 22. I’m 6′ 3″, Athletic build, Black hair blue eyes. A pissed off look on my face all the time due to my life. 


I had up intell this point grew up in a abusive house hold were my step-dad had constantly beat my mom. He had beaten me to up till the point I had cracked his jaw a few days earlier. I grabbed my bags and put them in my car, a black older style ford I had bought with stolen money from rims, iPods, ext. 


Finally realizing what had happened I finished getting up, ‘shit’ I told myself. I decided I needed a shower so I rented a motel and washed my self off. Went back to my car and left, I went down the street and stopped at a red light. I saw the towns local Motorcycle Club ride by. When the light turned green I decided to follow them, I have nothing better to do anyways. I finally caught up to them at the next red light. When the light turned green they turned right towards their club house. I pulled into their clubhouse when one of the member got off their bikes at the gate and confronted me. He was a white man about 6′ 1″ with a shaved head an tattoos all over his arms. His ‘Cut’ or what you might call a vest, had several patch’s all rectangle, about an inch wide and four inches long. One said    Their club name “Reapers MC” Above  the patch that stated “Sgt. At Arms”  on the left Hand side of the upper part of the chest. On the right one bigger than the others about two inches wide and four inches wide said “RFFR” with another one with the logo of the grim
Reaper saying “Fear The Reaper” on it. 



He said “What the fuck do you think your doing following us?” “I don’t know, just nothing to do I guess.” I responded. “Well get out of here or make your self useful.” “Useful?” I said. “Did you just not hear me say that stupid ass? Go into garage and help move parts before I kick your ass.” the Sgt. At Arms said. “Fine.” I walked over to the garage were another man about 6′ 0″ was facing away, this was the first time I ever got a up close look at their ‘Colors’ if you will. 


Their colors were Black And Red The Top rocker stated REAPERS while the center patch had a picture of the grim reaper holding a m 16 with the end of a scythe on the end of it. (if you have no idea what I’m talking about look up sons of anarchy tv show, it’s alot like their patch) the off set patch smaller then the rest “MC” and the bottom rocker “CALIFORNIA”


I tapped him on his shoulder, he looked back and pointed to a box of motorcycle  exhaust. I walked over and picked it up, it weighed about 100 lbs. He said “Over there” and pointed to the other side of the garage.



He had a deep voice, gray hair, gray almost black eyes. He had all the same patches off the man before him but instead of Sgt. At Arms he had President. 



When I had just gotten done when I heard “What your name, kid?” the President. “Corbin, but everyone calls me Duece.” I responded. “Why is that?” he asked. I slowly reached toward my crotch were my pistol was, and brought it out.