wanted to be out there doing shit. The pain helped, it balanced her insides somehow feeding both things. She needed the pain, she needed the hurt, she needed..... She felt a stinging sensation in her palms and looked down. Her fingernails had broken through her own skin drawing blood. Fuck, she needed to keep her hands busy. She grabbed her shit and locked up heading across the darkened courtyard and parking area that lead to the clubhouse. She knew if she didn't move fast Tex or Trace would be on her in no time. They hadn't let her out their sight for three months unless she was in her room, in the clubhouse, in the workshop or office. Even then it was only because she couldn't leave any of those places without someone noticing. It was like they knew she had that ticking time bomb inside her and at least if they were with her she either wouldn't explode or she'd explode somewhere they could do something about it. She didn't want either of those things to happen.
There’d been very little development on the Bridges front. Even thinking the name made her insides fire up. The boys had fed her what little info they knew. Bridges was some faceless suit criminal, think mob, although not actually the Mob. He operated his crime ring through establishments in the cities gambling and night club district. No one knew what the guy looked like, he was a ghost, running his empire through more suit criminals. She’d hinted at King and then she’d asked outright only for him to put her in her place. She’d pushed the boys and she knew they were trying to do what they could without stepping on toes but there was nothing but dead ends. She’d even thought about asking Alex but that would’ve been awkward as hell given their last conversation. Nikki was beginning to think she may have to go vigilante on this one. She needed some fucking alone time. She slipped her jacket on and threw her leg over her bike. Fuck she loved it. The boys had brought it for her a week ago. In an effort to bring her right and cheer her up they'd bought her the sexiest bike she'd ever seen, a 2013 Harley Davidson Softail Slim in black denim. She'd fallen in love with it the minute she saw it and when she'd straddled that bad boy nothing had ever felt better, well, maybe there were a few things. She didn't have time to get all hot and bothered over the power between her legs right now, she needed out and quick. She pulled up her face scarf and chucked her helmet on. Taking control of the weight of the bike Nikki flicked up the stand and checked around to see if anyone was watching. Coast was clear. She started the bike up and just as she was pulling out Tex and Trace exited the clubhouse. Out of the corner of her eye she saw them make a move towards their own bikes but she was roaring out of the compound and down the street before they would've even got their shit together. She needed to quiet the thoughts in her head and dull the ache in her chest if only for a little while. She didn’t know where the fuck she was going, all she knew was it had to be somewhere with plenty of alcohol and no fucking brothers. There was only one place she could guarantee that was gonna happen.
She blasted across the border of the Chaos territory and continued through the Crow’s part of the city and out the other side. She knew it was dangerous being out this far from where the brothers could keep her safe but she'd never been shy of confrontation and that wasn’t any different now. The main party district of the city rose up in the distance. It was not MC territory. Criminals in suits ran this section of town but that didn't worry her, the only thing that spelled her affiliation was the jacket she wore as she rode and she had no intention of wearing that into any of the bars or clubs round here. She pulled into the parking lot of the Mint. She'd been there before a heap of times with a couple of girls from school she'd stayed friends with. It was the only place she
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