The Biker's Rules

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The race

***POV - Damion

I wake up feeling a little squashed and I can’t move my legs. I open my eyes to find the root of it draped across my legs. I jump up. Shit.

The almost naked girl falls over and lands on the floor with a soft moan. What the fuck? There is a girl on my bed, only wearing panties. I sneak a peek at the naked breasts glaring at me, the luscious body. She’s not ugly, I must admit that much, but I don’t feel any need to fuck her, nor do I want to.

I passed out last night, exhausted after a grueling training session. I was so tired I fell asleep still wearing my racing outfit.

What is she doing on my bed? I know nothing happened, but I for sure as hell don’t want any other girl near my bed or my body for that matter. Shit, what is Mel going to think about this? Will she believe me? I fucking hope so. I slam the back of the door with my palm, scaring the girl still sitting on the floor with her head in her hands.

After the day at my parents’ house, I’ve been hanging out some more with Mel, but we’re taking things slow and keeping it a secret from everybody, except Kiara. That’s a mission all on its own, ducking her brothers, the press, and almost every human being on the planet, but so far so good. We’ve had a few close encounters, where either me or she or both had to hide, but at least we could laugh about it.

Sometimes she’ll sleep over, with emphasis on sleep, and we’ll watch Vampire Diaries and cook together. Everything is perfect at that moment, so I’m not going to let anybody fuck around with our happiness. I walk with angry strides from my room, looking for the asshole brother this girl belongs to. What if Mel walked in and saw the bitch on my bed? Shit, I don’t even want to think about that.

All the guys have keys to my house, but I think it’s high time I take them back.

“Where the hell are you?” I briskly pace through the whole house but to no avail. There is no one here. I walk back to my room to take my anger out on the slut.

“Hey, get up!” She moans and lifts her head as if it’s not an easy thing to do, then she looks at me, a painful expression on her face.

“Get dressed. You need to go!” I’m almost yelling.

“Ug, my head hurts. Who are you? Where’s Enrique?” She pouts and openly checks me out. So my suspicions were correct.

“You have to leave. I need to be somewhere.” I’m furious at Enrique right now. He brought this girl to my house thinking … Hell, I don’t know what the hell Enrique thinks. And now that he’s gone he left her with me. Fuck that guy. This is the last time. I’m definitely taking back all my freaking keys.

“Can I get a lift with you?” The brunette asks while strapping on her bra.

“Just get dressed. I’m going to take a shower.” I go into the bathroom and shut the door. When I get out of the shower, my bedroom is empty and I quickly pull on some clothes, before she decides to return.

I walk to the kitchen, now wearing some faded jeans with a charcoal T-shirt and sneakers, and find the brunette sitting at the table, a cup of coffee in her hands. I pour myself some and drag my fingers through my still wet hair to give it a messy look. The girl doesn’t look up and I feel a bit sorry for her.

“Are you gay or something?” Shit, what is it with these people? Do I look gay?

“Are you ready?” I ignore the question, she nods and I noticed that at least she’s fully dressed in jeans and a red blouse. I phone Enrique, angry about the whole situation, and he answers at the second ring. I don’t even give him time to greet me.

“Hey, dude, what the fuck? You can’t just drop your sluts in my house and expect me to get rid of them for you. Did you fucking lose your mind?” I’m shouting, enraged that my friend dropped me in this spot.

“What? What slut? Are you drunk or something, bro?” Enrique is now really walking on thin ice.

“The girl you left here last night.” I look at the brunette holding her head in her hands.

“I wasn’t near your house last night. I was working.” Enrique sounds lost and confused. Then the girl moans softly, rubbing her temple, and something clicks in my mind.

“I’ll call you back.” I drop the line and take a seat opposite the girl. “What happened last night?” She looks up at me.

“I went to Inferno to meet my friend. The owner, Enrique, gave me something to drink and from there on things get a little blurry. I know that I couldn’t seem to move so he carried me to his car. I can’t remember anything after that. All I know is that my head hurts.” I get up and give her some pain pills.

“I think you’ve been drugged. I’m going to take you with me to sort things out.” She walks out and I grab my bags, lock the door, and walk to my garage. The girl is standing in my driveway looking bored.

Today I’m taking the ‘family car’, meaning my red Ford pick-up. I put my bag in and jump behind the steering wheel. The girl’s jaw drops and a huge smile spread across her face as she looks at the black Lambo standing on its spot next to the Ford.

“Come on, I’m in a hurry!” I shout, waiting impatiently for her to get into the freaking truck. Ok, it’s harsh, but I’m not in the being-nice mood at this moment, getting out of bed on the wrong foot and all.

If I thought I was thinking about Mel a lot before, it’s nothing compared to how much she’s in my mind these days and it’s more frustrating than ever. She’s fudging messing with my mind. Hell, I’m even starting to swear like her. She drives me crazy and I feel out of control, even awkward around her. I didn’t even think about fucking the girl this morning. Not that my dick is not working, on the contrary, it works a little too well when Mel is around, but I’ll never push her to have sex with me. I swerve through the traffic with ease, my mind on Mel, and in no time I park at their complex.

“Where are we going?” Shit, I totally forgot about the girl sitting on the front seat of my truck. She stays seated as if waiting for me to say something. I take a deep breath. I suppose it’s not her fault, she was drugged. But why? I get out of the truck and lean on the open door.

“We’re going to see Enrique.” She frowns and then she seems scared.

“No, he drugged me … I don’t …” But before she can finish her sentence she scrambles out of the truck and starts running away. I run after her and grab her arm. She tries to fight me off and then I pull her against me to calm her down. I hear the voice of my best friend.

“Hey, dude!” I turn my head with a big smile in his direction and see Logan walking towards me. But then my blood runs cold because a few steps behind him I see Melaena and Kiara, looking at me as if the cat just dragged me from the dumpster. I forgot that they’re coming with us today, and they are staring at the girl in my arms. My smile fades like mist in the sun. NO! Shit.

I look up into the sky, cursing fate and that good-for-nothing shitface friend that did this to me in the first place. I let go of her and she starts walking back to the truck, getting into the back and slamming the door hard.

“Who’s the babe?” Logan asks when they reach me, pointing to the brunette. She occasionally looks at us and I can see the anger and fear on her face. I know I’ll have to pick my words very carefully right now. Not only must get Mel to see the truth, but I must do it so Logan doesn’t get suspicious.

“Not a clue.” I look at Mel and see her eyes looking hurt, and now she seems angry. Why would she be angry? I know it looks bad but I didn’t do anything wrong. But I suppose with my reputation, I can’t blame her. I just would have liked her to trust me. Logan holds his hand in the air for a high-five and I obliged but my eyes stay focused on Mel.

“So you don’t even know her name?” We both look at the girl again, and I notice both Kiara rolling her eyes with a disgusted look. Mel is looking down and I don’t have a clue what she’s thinking right now. Should I explain now or just leave it until we’re alone.

“Nope.” Now Kiara is giving Mel a what-a-dick look.

“Ok, this is awkward,” Kiara whispers, and Mel looks at her, eyes hurt, and I know this is getting out of hand real fast. I suppose if the roles were reversed, I would probably have killed the guy before asking any questions. Mel gives me one last look and turns around, hooking into Kiara, aiming at the truck. I have to act fast if I want to save grace here.

“Someone drugged her, she says it was Enrique. I’m taking her with us to find out what the story is.” I’m speaking to Logan, but it’s meant for Mel. She turns back and I notice small traces of tears in her eyes. Fuck, I didn’t mean to hurt her and I so want to take her in my arms and ensure her I’d never do anything like what she was thinking. I’m trying to show her that I’m sorry with my eyes, without Logan catching on, and it’s not the easiest task let me tell you.

“Flip, he wouldn’t do that. And here I thought you found your balls again.”

“No, fuck. You know I’m over all that.” Also meant for Mel.

“So Enrique is right, you really are a pussy-whipped monk?”

“Gmf!” Both girls snort simultaneously. A guy can never win. Logan looks at them with teasing eyes.

“I guess I’m fucked. I fell rather hard.” I can’t think what to say without him digging deeper into the matter. I notice a flickering in Mel’s blue eyes. What is her problem now? It’s not as if I did anything wrong. Someone tried to frame me, and one name, or rather letter, pops into my mind – D.

She grabs Kiara by the arm and pulls her towards the truck. She looks at me with a big smile on her face and then she bites her lip and wrinkles her nose at me. Fuck, this girl is going to turn me grey before I’m 22, cause now I have more than a semi-erection and I’m wondering if my tight biker-pants are going to fit over my cock.

Logan snickers supposedly thinking about my situation. Luckily he’s not looking in Mel’s direction.

“It’s not funny, dude.” I pull my mouth, eyes on Melaena’s ass now getting into my truck while I hold the door open for her. She looks very pretty today, dressed in torn denim jeans, a top with thin straps over her shoulder, and some thick-soled pumps. She has her leather jacket draped over her arm.

“What’s up with those two?” Logan asks when I slam the door behind Mel.

“Fuck if I know. She’s your sister.” Another lie, cause I know exactly what’s wrong with them. He shrugs his shoulders.

“Maybe, but she’s still a girl. I’ll never fully understand the tit-population. Oh, Jackson said they’ll meet us there.” We also get in and I watch Mel in the mirror. Logan is talking to me but my concentration keeps wandering to a certain blond with lapis-lazuli eyes. Could it be that she’s starting to really love me too? I know she has feelings for me, but I don’t know how deep those feelings run. Logan pokes me and I turn my gaze to him, irritated to be pulled from my dream.

“So what do you think?” I don’t have a clue what he’s talking about so I just grumble, “Umm.”

“Damion! Dude, where’s your mind?” On your sister’s ass if you must know, but instead I grunt out “Huh?” and I look at him.

“I said we must have a beach party afterward.”

“Sounds fine.” At least I’ll get to see Mel longer and then she can stay over. The girls keep whispering to each other at the back and I’m dying to know what it’s all about. We drive up to some red tent canopies and I park next to a few black vans with the Reaper logo on them. I open the door for Mel again, while Logan is also being the gentleman with Kiara and the brunette.

“You’re late Grimm!” My manager yells coming from inside one of the tents.

“Sorry, Dean. Had some girl trouble! ” He shakes his head and then I focus on what he says about my next race.

“Smash them dead.” Logan fist-bumps my shoulder and then he escorts the girls to the VIP section where the others will be waiting for them. I told him to get behind the story by talking to Enrique and the girl.

The next moment Jackson comes crashing from behind and falls onto me, almost causing me to lose my balance.

“Shit!” My first thought is that the guy must be drunk or something. I help Jackson back up and he wipes his hand under his nose, then he looks at it covered with blood. He turns a lighter shade of pale, Jackson can’t stand the sight of blood.

“What the fuck?” He growls. He’s definitely not drunk, someone attacked him.

“Hey, Grimm, you better keep your little friends out of our space! I’ll see you in the race.” A lean bald-headed man with loads of tattoos all over his body shouts, leaning from behind the one van. It’s Graham Scott, Honda’s top rider and a real asshole. I know he just wants to get into my head before the race, but it’s not going to work. Most of my opponents try to rattle me before a race, hoping that I’ll lose focus, so I’m used to it. Actually, it just has the opposite effect. It makes me want to win more.

“Yep, I’ll see you.” I salute him with a smile cause I know he chose the wrong brother to land a fist on. Jackson might be the more silent one of the lot, but he’s a force to be reckoned with, well all the Blackburn brothers are for that matter – but Jackson is stone ass scary when he’s mad. Before old Graham knew what hit him, Jackson’s fist lands on his chin, throwing him off balance and onto the van. Jackson jumps onto him and lands a few fists on his face before I manage to pull him off.

Graham’s teammates pick him up and help him back to their tent. I salute him with a big grin. Dean swears, running in a circle like a beheaded chicken, and then he disappears inside the tent. I take a look at Jackson’s nose and at least it’s not broken. He takes off his shirt cause it’s stained with blood and I hand him a clean one from my bag.

Like I said before, all of us have some kind of demon lurking beneath that we get to control with our adrenaline junky quests, but when someone pokes that beast it will come out from the shadows, like just now with Jackson. But together we’ve learned to control it, keep it from running rogue. It’s a secret between us, something we try to keep hidden from the people we love, something that we share just with each other, something that keeps our broken parts from shattering. And believe me when I say that we’re all broken in some fucked up way.

Although doing death-defying stunts help us, it never seems to heal any of us. The effect of the adrenaline always wears off in the end. But lately, it’s as if I’m getting addicted to another even more lethal drug, aka Melaena. And I want to overdose on it time and time again. I follow Jackson to where the rest of the group is sitting and take a seat behind Mel. Her eyes are on her brother holding his bleeding nose closed with his fingers.

“What happened?” Ilkay asks while examining his brother’s face.

“Honda team doesn’t seem to like Jackson, but he showed them.” I laugh and all the guys give Jackson high-five’s with big smiles, but the girls seem kinda lost.

“So, bro, could you get to the bottom of this?” I look at Enrique, gesturing with my head to the girl sitting there like a zombie.

“Well, I’m not the Enrique she met last night, so all I can think of is that you’ve been set up. And are anybody else thinking D?”

“I think you can expect some pictures leaking into the news to ruin your reputation,” Ilkay says looking worried. I quickly peer at Mel, wondering how she’s coping with all this, and the look on her face makes me want to punch some walls.

Dean walks up to me with a big smile.

“Grimm, the organizers are not going to file charges. Go get ready.” I get up and the whole group gives me encouraging hugs and I hold on to Mel a little longer.

“Good luck, Grimm,” she murmurs in my ear as I let her go unwittingly. I take my gear from my bag and get dressed. My team outfit like usual consists mostly of black - black biker pants and a red and black jersey with my surname, number, and team logo on the back. On my helmet is the Reaper skull logo, the same as my tattoo. My clothes also bear my other sponsors’ logos and names.

My chosen number is 13, my sister’s birthday, the 1st of March, and it seems that it might be my lucky number. I start walking the track to relax and see what I’m up against and where I can take risks.

I always feel most alive just before a race, this is who I am and who I’ve always been and it’s what I’m great at. I’ve started riding MotoCross races when I was around 3 years old, and since age 16 I was a 450cc A-class rider, winning the championship that year and almost every year since. I still do MotoCross, mostly for practice, but MotoGP is my main focus these days. I started competing in Moto2 racing when I was 14, and you guessed it, I won the championships two years running. Then I moved on to MotoGP, becoming the youngest rider to ever win a championship at age 18 in my very first season, breaking about five records with it. Yep, I’m a double champion – both for MotoCross and MotoGP. I’ve won a staggering 3 championships already and I would love to break Giacomo Agostini’s record of 15.

I came in fifth place last year, having to miss too many races because of a crazy accident, but at least Sean won his first championship for the team. They call our team for practice runs and I walk over to my black Reaper 450cc dirt bike. Sean is already waiting for me on his bike. I smile at Graham, boosting confidence and cockiness, my main strategy – own the ring, be the boss. My smile increases when I see the hint of fear in his eyes. I suppose his manager gave him an earful about his reckless behavior and the warning.

Graham is our fiercest competition both in Motocross and MotoGP, but I manage to beat him each year. Honda tried to get me on their team, but The Black Reaper team belongs to me and my family and I’ll never leave it. Although these Motocross races are mainly to practice for my GP races, I actually like them much more, and as long as I can keep doing both, and keep winning, I can’t see any reason to quit.

“Hey Grimm, please keep the tricks to a minimum. You have your campaign race next week.” Dean is always worried I’ll get hurt and it doesn’t matter that we don’t need money from sponsors from the campaigns, he still acts as if the world is going to end if I don’t perform well for the press.

My biggest advantage in both MotoCross and MotoGP is that I’m not scared to take chances, and it makes me faster, more reckless, a winner. Risky, I know, but it works and it keeps me ahead of the pack. I start my practice run, learning the track, figuring out where I can cut corners, trying different lanes and jumps.

When I’m satisfied I go back and refuel my bike and lube my chain. Sean and I talk some strategies, telling each other what they experienced during the practice. He’s more of a practical safe rider, so we complement each other very well. Dean brings us some food and drinks to increase our energy. Then it’s off to the rider’s meeting where the referee gives us more information and rules as well as the race order and problems that occurred during the practice runs.

“You need to go to the staging area,” Dean informs me and my teammate, we fistbump and then drive off slowly. A computer has randomly selected pins for starting positions and I get behind the starting gate. Graham is between me and Sean, but I ignore him and give my teammate a thumbs up. If all goes well we can bet on a team win for this race.

I watch the white flag come up, and I start my bike, then the 2 and the 1, and the gate drops. I’m off to a pretty good start, flying down the track towards the first hill. I figured out during practice that if I take it quite fast and make a flip in the air, I’ll skip the next hill and save some time, placing me in front. Mud sweeps up around my legs and my bike slips a few times, but I manage to keep on track and stay in the first place for most of the rounds. Then in the final round, Dean’s voice sounds up again.

“Grimm, Graham won’t let Sean pass, go inside and block the cocker.” Dean is talking in my earpiece.

“Sean, get ready for an outside pass.” I move my bike to the inside of the field at the very last turn, knowing Graham and Sean are just behind me, and I slow down just enough to give Sean the chance to blast past both of us on the outside to take the win, while I end in second place.

And that ladies and gentlemen are the reason why Sean and I are such a great team. We’re not petty or jealous, we both put the team first, cause, in the end, it increases both our wins and records. A great day for The Black Reapers. Dean jumps up and down as if it’s our first win ever. Sean is overexcited, and he grabs me as soon as he gets off his bike.

“Shit dude, thanks for the win.”

“Hey bro, congratulations.” Logan hits me on my back, and I smile proudly, but my eyes are on Mel. Sean grabs Kiara in his excitement and swings her through the air.

“Put me down, you buffoon!” She screams and Sean drops her a little too unceremoniously and she ends up landing on her butt. We all laugh at her shocked face. Logan pulls her up and she glares at my poor teammate. Sean on the other hand stares at her as if it’s the first time he sees a girl. This is going to be fun. Kiara will probably kill Sean before the end of the day. I bump his shoulder to get him out of his haze and he blinks a few times before looking at me.

“That girl sure is fucking pretty. Just like yours.” He says softly and we both turn our heads to look at Mel.

“She’s not my girl.” I want to add a yet but decide against it. The fewer people know about my feelings for her the better.

“Oh, so she’s single then?” I turn my head towards my teammate as if he has sunstroke or something.

“You keep your grubby paws off her.” It’s a serious warning. He smiles at me and holds up his hands in a defensive manner.

“Thought as much. The way you look at her says it all.” Suddenly a group of paparazzi burst past security and storms towards Mel and encircle her. They bombard her with questions, sticking their microphones under her nose.

“Do you love Damion?” “What do you think about Chloe?” “Do you think you’ve tamed the beast?” I push them away and grab Mel, putting my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to my chest. I try my best to shelter her while trying to get past them, but they block me.

“So Damion, is Mel your girlfriend?” “What about Chloe?” “Are you finished screwing around?” “Are you going to settle down?” At last, the security guys manage to push them back behind the lines again.

“You stink.” Mel pulls her nose up and smiles at me lovingly. I stare into her eyes for a few moments.

“Is that so?” I pick up my arm and playfully push her head onto my chest again. She squirms and then she punches me in the ribs. Damn, this girl can hit. I laugh and, keeping my arm around her shoulder, I drag her towards the stage where my team is waiting for me. I put my other arm around Kiara and then Sean pops the champagne bottle and sprays it over us.

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