Free Chaser (A Category 5 Knights MC Romance Book 1) by Olivia Rigal Page A

hangout has live country music.  
    A little dancing will sure do me good.

CHAPTER TWO

    “You’re looking good sister,” Belle says as she slides in our tiny bathroom to put the final touch on her makeup.
    I’m looking as good as I can with black jeans tucked into my western boots and a flowing red camisole that shows off my best features. I’ve let my hair escape from the prison of its ponytail and black curls are cascading around my face all the way to my shoulders.
    The face staring back at me in the mirror is round and cute, not stunning but pleasant. I kiss the tissue paper to absorb the extra color on my lips and add gloss.  
    I blow myself a kiss and move over to let Belle stand in front of the mirror.
    “You’re not looking half bad yourself,” I say at her reflection as she stretches her lips to draw their contour with a red pen. Watching her apply her make-up fascinates me. She’s got the technique of a pro. When done with her mouth, she dashes a bit of blush and draws perfect black lines with her pencil over and under her eyes.
    I’m a bit jealous. Every time I try to do it I end up with a raccoon look. She says all I need to do is practice, but who has the time? I’m leaving the room when she says, “Guess who came in right after you left?”
    “Dave?” I sound as disgusted as I feel. My ex is a real pain in the butt.  
    “As if I would ever mention that loser!” Belle laughs. “I’m so happy you dumped his sorry cheating ass.”
    I laugh as well and walk to my bedroom to catch my raincoat and my purse. In hindsight showing him the door had been a glorious moment.  
    “Ready?”  
    Belle is right behind me as I open the door. She’s impatient to tell me her news. “Don’t you wanna know?”
    “Sure, but I’m not playing twenty questions. I have no clue.”  
    “DDH,” she yelps. “He walked in, looked around but didn’t stay. I’d say he was looking for you.”
    I don’t answer but I feel my lips spreading into an ear-to-ear grin. So I hadn’t imagined it, he’s into me. I take a big breath and walk a little prouder. Sure, I did swear to myself that I wouldn’t fall for one of those absentee lovers but this is plain lust and for every single rule there is at least one exception.
    We drive to our usual hangout with the windows open, I try to pay attention to the road while Belle fills my ears with her endless chatter. She fumbles with the radio buttons looking for a country music channel with a song she likes and then sets the sound to eardrum blasting level.  
    As I drive through the parking lot of the bar, she suddenly stops singing along and yells to cover the sound of the radio “Oh, this is going to be a fun night!”  
    Belle turns around in her seat to count the dozen bikes parked right next to the bar while I drive in an empty spot almost across from the door.
    Belle’s a Sons of Anarchy fan. She’s got a biker fantasy and may get to live it since we now have our very own local Motorcycle Club. Rumor has it that an MC purchased the old Macmillan farmhouse. According to local gossip, they’re called the Category Five Knights and have chapters all around the south.  
    “Go get’em tiger,” I taunt her as she jumps out of the car. She sways in the direction of the main door. A handful of men in black leathers are standing there enjoying a smoke and a beer. Their eyes lock on her hips and they whistle as she walks closer. I’m staying a few steps behind wondering what it feels like to be her.
    I’m no longer sure I wanna know when one of the men catches her by the waist and pulls her to him.
    He looks fierce but Belle’s not letting that intimidate her. Not my Belle, she’s got more balls than most guys I know.
    “Wanna dance?” she purrs at him. “Come look for me inside later big boy, you know, when the music is slow and maybe, if I’m in the mood, I’ll let you rub against me.”
    The man frowns and I catch my breath.  
    Oh Belle, what trouble did