Chapter One

I was making groceries at the local market, when a loud screech rang out from the next aisle over. Usually not one to play captain save a hoe, I disregarded my urge to mind my business and moved toward the commotion. Just as I turned the corner, a large can of peas came flying through the air, knocking a man, who was running, in the back of the head. Shocked, I stood back waiting to see what would happen next. If nothing else, I knew this day was about to get ten times better. At least it would be entertaining.

A very angry woman, who I assumed was the source of the screech, came marching toward the fallen man. Wielding a switchblade in her hand, she was on a mission to maim or worse. The beauty was screaming about how nasty of a bastard the man was.

"You nasty mother fucker! I'll teach you not to sexually assault women."

Oh, Shit! Did she just say this couyon assaulted her? I started moving forward to rip the man's head off. I stopped short when the lady moved forward and stepped on his thigh. It was then I noticed the man's pants were open and his junk was exposed. Now, I was a biker, but even that was too nasty for me.

Without any apprehension the woman who I was fast developing a crush on, spun the blade in her hand, lifted her arm and jammed the knife in the fleshy part of the man's groin. She just missed his jewels by a pin hair. That sealed the deal. I was head over heels in love.

"Fuck! Lady. Why did you do that? I was just playing around."

"Next time, I suggest you play with Jesus. I am not the one or the two."

The female wolverine twisted the knife in the man's leg and removed it so quickly it took a few seconds for the blood to spurt out. She had done this before. Unphased by the blood that was beginning to pool under the man, my girl started kicking him. The poor fool lay there screaming for help until his skin started to turn a nasty shade of gray. His face drained of all color and then he fell back.

Afraid that she killed the gutter punk, I rushed forward to help her escape before the cops arrived. She turned pointing the blade at my chest. If I had any sense, I would have been afraid, but the sight of her holding a weapon only managed to turn me on.

"Whoa, Cher. I am not trying to hurt you. If there was more time, I think I would sit back and enjoy the show a bit more. However, you've got about three minutes to haul ass before you'll be in deep shit with the law."

"Say what?"

"Sirens, doll. I know you can hear them. They are now about two minutes away. Come with me if you want your freedom."

Before I could grab her arm and usher her out of the store, she dropped the knife and took off like a bat out of hell. I swear, one second, I was trying to explain how I was going to save the day and the next all I saw was a blur. It was like watching one of those old school movies where the superhero streaks out of the room at lightning speed. To say I was impressed was an understatement.

Fine, she didn't want my help, but I was still going to look out for her. There was no way I wanted to see her on the news with shackles and a jumpsuit. I couldn't hide her, so I did the next best thing.

"Excuse me, can I please have your attention. I need everyone who recorded this incident to delete the footage, right now. This bastard deserved what he got. What if he had done that to you or worse, your child? Would you have done the same thing?"

"I would have cut it off!" one lady screamed, making everyone laugh.

One by one, the spectators put on their capes by deleting some of the most entertaining footage out there. None of them would be giving statements to the police and even the store manager agreed to delete the security footage both in the store and the parking lot.

I have never been so proud to live in New Orleans since the day I arrived. The people here stuck together and believed in street justice. Most believed in doing the right thing. Today, I witnessed it firsthand. None of us knew the lady who had been assaulted, but we all decided to protect her with our silence.

Thinking fast on my feet, I grabbed a bleach cleaner from the shelf, sprayed it on a rag I kept in my pocket and wiped the blade clean of prints. I then placed it in the man's hand. Then I leaned over him and acted as if I was praying over him.

"Sir, I need you to step away from this man and put your hands up."

I knew how this was going to go down. The police would detain me, ask me for my story and then I would be free to go as long as the manager corroborated my story. He was a friend of the MC, so I knew he would have my back. If not, he would have trouble with the Sinners, and nobody fucked with us.

After getting on my feet, I lifted my hands above my head and made eye contact with the officer. Fuck yeah! Somebody was looking out for me today. The pair of blue eyes that stared back at me belonged to Jason, one of the hang-arounds of the club. He wanted to prospect but hadn't found a sponsor. This could be his way into the club. I would happily sponsor his ass if he got me out of this jam.

"Sheol? What are you doing here? Is this club business?" he whispered.

Laughing, I shook my head. "No officer, this man came running into the store a few minutes ago. He was screaming and shouting for help. I noticed him and came over to help, but before I could tell him not to remove the knife, he pulled it out. After that, he bled out and then passed out."

Jason was no fool. He went along with the story, a sly grin growing on his face. He knew he had found his sponsor for the club, and I knew I was getting out of this shit.