All Chapters of HOWLER M.C.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Prologue: The Little Red Among Rabid WolvesThe County Fair, Unknown City, Unknown State....(2001) Unimpeded ruckus filled the background as twisting metal swirled and twirled in the distance as many a machine got a good work out due to the numerous rows of people all huddled together in single lines barely able to keep the shape as many a man and woman stood amid the heat of the beaming golden rays of the afternoon sun both excited and impatient at the same time. There were attendees of all shapes and sizes, big, small, surprisingly plump and inexplicably thin. There were people in various colorful outfits in combination of jeans and khakis, skirts and shorts, wearing shirts of every size and style while some were men preferred to wear no shirt at all and some women were dressed down due to the heat in some tight fitting and inappropriate garb that made the older people stop and stare, some wore sandals, some flip-flops, some were even barefoot and others wore tennis shoes

Chapter 2: Just Another Day In TemperanceThe Kitchen,144 W. Guthrie Road, The Quinn Residence, W. Main Highway, Temperance, South Dakota... A gentle breeze moved passed the traveling teen who found herself feeling a bit exhausted from the long walk, Layla as she moved down the highway toward the local bus stop was one of two that would finally get her to school. She held her book bag on one shoulder via the strap and did her very best to ignore the catcalls from the unseemly and aged grease monkeys that fixed up various cars in the old body shop located along her route to the bus stop. She hated being objectified by men old enough to be her father and then some and rolled her eyes as she moved. It wasn't all bad, she sometimes would envision one of the cars getting loose and smashing the offending bastards to death and leaving them in a pool of their blood and slick black car oil for laughs. Their annoying words were the very reason she often wore her gray sweatshirt even when it

Chapter 4: The Glorious Lifestyle Of Steel CowboysRoom 42, Kings Canyon Motel, Roadside Motel, Unknown City, South Dakota.... Revving engines filled the surrounding air as "Brick" and his gang lined the parking lot and prepared to take off down the long and winding road in continuation of their journey and the party that seemed to never end whenever they were together. There were about nine of them hitting the road all together and each and everyone of them carried the blood of a beast inside their veins as they fuled up on cocain and alcohol while tearing through town after town reveling in the new found freedom their lifestyle had afforded them. Each member of The Howlers M.C wore a patch and each member sported the classic black leather cut that solidified their unity. Much like the many riders of mortal means, the club was their life. And they wouldn't hesitate to take anyone out that attempted to bring harm to either one of their members. They were a family after all, more s

Chapter 6: Welcome To Temperance The Roadside, Temperance, South Dakota.... Brick took a few moments to drain the main vein along the side of the highway as he veered off toward the open grassland and swiftly unzipped his jeans and took hold of the enormous trouser snake that had been within. He grunted in relief as the steady stream of dark yellow urine was expelled from his formerly aching bladder. His keen eyes took in the sight of the surrounding land and the up cropping of a town a few miles out. He smirked when he noted the quiet little place not far from the road sign where he'd chosen to relieve himself and the almost faded black lettering on the formerly white square sign that read "WELCOME TO TEMPERANCE". It was interesting to see that they had made it all the way to South Dakota on their random journey and now were set to enter the apparently sleepy town of Temperance. Brick smirked at the sign and turned his attention back to relieving himself along the highway m

Chapter 8: First SightEarl's Diner, Temperance, South Dakota... The moment Layla Quinn looked up from wiping down the front counter, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at the sight at the opposite end of the diner where she had taken note of the owners of the various motorcycles that were parked outside. It didn't take much to convince her that they were a group that had been nothing but trouble from the looks of them, even the blonde who had a fondness for exhibition with her boyfriend looked to be of the trouble-making sort. Of all the ruffians clad in black leather that she took note of, none had stood out more than the apparent ring leader who seemed to be the most laid back of them all as he turned up his brown glass bottle of beer as his dark eyes seemed to peer into her very being as she stood at the front counter unsure how best to proceed as she returned his gaze. It was an odd thing, she had forgotten what she was supposed to be doing and couldn't seem to take he