I'm actually asleep when my phone goes off and I see it's a bit past eleven. I check the ID and it reads Imelda as I answer it.
"Baby I have trouble, I'm up in Tacoma and I got cheated badly. Now I'm stuck and they have my bike," Imelda tells me, sounding scared which makes me confused and angry.
"Location and I'll be there as fast as possible," I tell her hopping up from my bed.
I get the info from her and am dressed in my camo pants, long sleeve shirt and my leather jacket with boots as I head out of my room. My moving through the house doesn't go unnoticed as Dad meets me in the living room and Katy is hot on my heels.
"Son what is it," Dad asks concernedly.
"Imelda needs some help up in Tacoma, I'll be back as soon as I can," I tell him almost out the door when Katy grabs me.
"Wait, I'm coming too," she tells me, rushing back to her room.
Soon enough it's the two of us on our bikes, me on Black Sunshine and Katy on her bike. It's a speedy little green bike with a biohazard logo on it in yellow and the word 'ENVY' in pink. We are on the freeway soon and heading north for about an hour plus when we get to where the 'party' is. It's a bit less bright and sporty than the gatherings down in Texas but still the same feel of vehicles, party and money are abound. Katy and I park and pack our helmets as I start to work my way through the crowd with her in tow. It takes maybe five minutes when I see the familiar white racing suit surrounded by a bunch of preppy fuckers with brightly colored race clothing and Imelda's bike under someone else's ass. There are some real bikers in leather hanging around the area talking and drinking as I walk right up to Imelda and when I see her face my rage kicks in. She's got a hell of a bruise forming around her eye and there aren't many ways that can happen when you wear a helmet racing. I turn towards the guy on Imelda's bike and bee line for him when a large, well larger than me by a little, guy in bright fucking green steps in front of me.
"Hey man Kurt isn't taking any more challenges tonight," He tells me as I start to walk around him.
He stops me with a hand on my chest and that's where the violence starts for me. I grab his thumb and twist it hard so his palm is facing up before moving inside his reach and hammering him three times in the ribs. I let him double over a bit before hooking his head in my arm and bending him backwards in a reverse head lock with him facing up. I look behind me and see a cooler sitting on a couple pallets of wood and look at 'Kurt' before hurling my body backwards and smashing the guy's face into the wood. I let him go as he's out like a bitch and turn back to Kurt who is now off the bike and it's when I hear a woman come running up to me that I turn to gauge my situation. She's blonde and not a pseudo college student like the 'brat pack' I'm facing down, she's got jeans shorts on and a black tank top with a leather vest.
"Hey kid you don't just start a fight here and," is about as far as she gets when Katy pounces.
I watch Katy grab the woman's arm and pull it around her neck before dragging her to the ground and going for a top mount. One of Katy's fists is in the air as she decides to chime in.
"You think about touching him and you won't need makeup, you'll need a plastic surgeon," Katy growls, staring down at the woman.
"EVERYONE WILL FUCKING STAND DOWN OR I WILL START BREAKING FUCKING FACES," is what we all hear as I turn to face the new entrant.
I see him and it's a little different, no shirt on a white man with a black leather vest and red hair and blue jeans that have thick chains wrapped around his waist for a belt and some riding boots. A green bandanna holds his red hair out of his face and his well groomed goatee and mutton chops for facial hair is as bright as the rest as he gets in my face.
"Tell your girl to get the fuck off mine now," He barks at me.
"Tell douche bag to get the fuck of my girl's bike," I tell him back realizing that I'm actually taller than him by a few inches.
"You don't fucking tell me what to do at my meet," he says starting to turn as red as his hair.
"Your meet? Okay so when cheating and beating a woman then taking her bike becomes the standard of the Tacoma racing scene," I ask hotly and he is fuming mad now.
"You little fucker I'm gonna skin your ass alive. You come here and talk down to me like you are some high and mighty….," He starts barking but stops cold looking at my jacket and gets very quiet," Where did you get those patches?"
"Texas," I reply and he takes a step back, not fearful but respectful.
"Who gave you the pitchfork," He asks again, a lot calmer and I hear Katy letting up on the woman behind us.
"Sid of the Devil's Best," I tell him and as I can finally focus on him I see more than a few Devil's Best in the area.
In actuality I'm surrounded by them and while everyone is watching us intently it's the short man that I'm paying the most attention to. He turns his back and I watch the woman run off and return with a phone but when I see his back patch showing the Devil's Best symbol and words I know this can get really bad really fast. Katy is with Imelda as the woman comes back and hands him a phone. I watch him wave over the douche bag Kurt, he looks like a pretty boy with too much time in the tanning bed and neon red racing gear that looks like Michael Jackson willed it to him. The biker leader moves back over to us and has his phone open.
"Hawk this fucker attacked us and his bitch is a sore loser, let me keep their bikes and serve them an ass kicking," Kurt says with a cocky tone.
"Here's the problem, we got a he said she said. He says he won fair and square when she bit it and she says someone hit her with a two by four and cost her the race. Personally I'm here keeping control of the meet and now I have a bleeding racer and a bruised woman not to mention a fucker with patches I don't think he earned telling me what to do so unless you want to walk away right now minus the Latina's bike you better be ready for an asskicking since I'm calling Sid," the biker, Hawk, tells us dialing up the number.