Blaze:Satan's Fury MC- Memphis Chapter (Book 1)(7)

By: L. Wilder


As I headed for the door, Riggs called out, “I’ll see you at the garage in the morning.”

The sun had gone down hours ago when I walked out to the parking lot and hopped on my Harley. As soon as I turned the key and the engine roared to life, the sound alone made the tension of the day start to subside. It was just me, my bike, and the road winding out before me in the night air as I pulled out onto the highway. Memphis was always a beautiful city, especially after dark when she was all lit up. I loved passing by the Arkansas Bridge and the Pyramid. As I pushed the throttle forward, it was as if I was the only man on earth; with the wind whipping around me, I couldn’t think of any better therapy. By the time I made it home, my mind was cleared, and I was ready to say goodnight to my son and call it a day.





Kenadee





When I was growing up, my father had it set in his mind that I was going to do great things in this world. I wasn’t exactly sure where he got that grand notion, especially since we lived in a small, no-name town on the outskirts of Fayette County where nobody did anything all that spectacular. I had no idea how a girl like me could make a mark on the world. I was tall and lanky with knobby knees and wild, unruly hair. I could barely ride my bike around the block without having some kind of accident. I tried to convince him that he was wrong about me, but he wouldn’t listen. Instead, he’d simply say, “People who are crazy enough to believe that they can achieve something great are the ones who usually do.” I let his words sink in and decided that he was right. I’d always wanted to be a nurse, and I was going to be the best damn nurse I could possibly be. With his words pushing me forward, I set off to college determined to get my degree. Several years later, I found myself working as a nurse at Regional Hospital in Memphis.

I had no idea that I’d signed up to work in a battlefield. I don’t know why I was so surprised. I was in Memphis after all. Like all big cities, she had her fair share of gangs and criminals. It often seemed like they were the ones running the streets, and there was little the police could do to stop them. Gunshot victims, young and old, were constantly streaming into our trauma center, and it was my job to keep them from bleeding to death until the doctors arrived. The things I saw were often disheartening, and more times than not made me downright angry, but there was still a part of me that wanted to believe that I could make a difference. But with each life lost, each child who died in our ER, I started to have my doubts. The only thing that kept me going were the people I worked with. I wasn’t sure if I was being naïve, but their spirit and positive attitudes gave me hope for a better tomorrow, and I’d made friendships that would last a lifetime, especially with Robyn.

We were polar opposites in every way. Where I was straight-laced and followed all the rules, she was footloose and fancy free, doing whatever she pleased, whenever she pleased. Since she was a blonde bombshell with a mouth like a sailor and a figure that made men drool, no one ever questioned her. With her crazy antics, I never knew what to expect. She made life interesting, and I couldn’t have been more pleased when she suggested that we move in together. Living in the city wasn’t exactly cheap, so it was great to have someone to share the expenses with. After a few weeks of looking, we’d found a cute, little apartment that was just a few miles away from the hospital. I loved it, and needless to say, living with Robyn was never boring.

We’d been working nonstop, and it had become one of our routines to pick up some dinner on our way home from work. Normally, we’d just hit up a drive-thru and grab something quick before we headed home, but apparently, Robyn had grown tired of fast food. “Why don’t we call an order in to Daisy Mae’s? I’m craving a burger and fries, and not one of those that takes five days to digest.”

“Daisy Mae’s sounds amazing. Do you think they’ll have it ready by the time we get there?”

“If not, we can wait for it. It’s not like we have anything to do tonight.”

“Okay. I’ll give them a call.”

“Awesome,” she answered excitedly. “I want the usual and … oh, get us an order of those fried green tomatoes, too.”