I love those cuts

Chanuga Rollins

 

June Winter hated men, oh sure she used them when it was convenient, but overall, she hated them. Just coming into the state of Massachusetts June needed to find a decent motel, it was at a traffic light when she first saw them, three outlaw bikers. It wasn’t the men that caught her attention or their motorcycles, it was their cuts or colors as they called them, they fascinated her, so she followed them.

A few blocks away from where she first saw them the bikers pulled in the back of what looked like an old single-story building most likely being used as their clubhouse, she pulled around back and saw several more motorcycles all lined up. The windows were bricked up and the building had a steal door with the club insignia on it, this was definitely their clubhouse. The building also had several security cameras around it.

June pulled away but made a mental note of where the place was as she looked for a motel in the area. Once in her motel room, she tried to remember the club's name as she logged in on her laptop. She thinks the name of the club was called the “Heathen Souls,” a stupid name she thought. But it did come up and right where she was staying in the Boston area, according to their web page the club has been around since the 1980s, and its members have had many legal issues with drugs, and firearms, the clubhouse has also been raided many times. June sat back and made several mental notes, she wanted one of them vests.

 

June only planned on staying in the Boston area for a short time because she hated it, they sounded like fucking retards. Her plan was to get one of them vests and blow town, she decided to kill one of the “Heathen Souls.”

This wasn’t June Winter’s first time contemplating murder, in fact in her thirty years of life she has committed four murders to date. Her first was a boy from her sixth-grade class, the boy showed affection for a girl that June fancied, she bludgeoned him to death while he took a shortcut through the woods. Police blamed that murder on an adult serial killer who was plaguing the area at the time. Police eventually shot and killed him, forcing June to hone her craft more cautiously.

First things first, June had to find out where the “Heathen Souls” drank, which turned out to be easier than she thought, they drank at a place right around the corner from their clubhouse at a bar called “Scotties.” So, June went there to check the place out, and as luck would have not one biker was in there.

A couple of nights later June showed up at “Scotties” again, there wasn’t one “Heathen Souls” in the place. Fuck me, June thought she even felt like getting laid, but I guess not tonight, she left a tip and headed for the door. Two blocks away from the bar she saw a member of the “Heathen Souls.”

The biker had a girl riding with him, most likely his girlfriend, June followed them, and a couple of miles into it the biker hit an isolated area. This is where she decided to make her move, she stepped on the gas to pass, but once she was parallel with the biker she put her window down pulled a gun, and fired.

The bullet hit the biker right in his temple killing him instantly, his female passenger was thrown from the motorcycle onto the wet asphalt, and June immediately pulled over. She walked over to the female passenger put the gun to her head and said sorry darling, then fired. Trying to be careful not to get blood on the vest she removed the biker's colors, then searched him and took his gun. Just to make sure he was dead she put another bullet into the biker's head, got back into her car, and drove off feeling proud of herself. Tomorrow I’ll leave this shitty town she said to herself.   

The next morning, she packed her shit and headed south, June bypassed New York, too crowded for her and she had people looking for her there. Jumping on the New Jersey State Parkway she chose a shore town to hold up in for a bit, it was the month of June, and the shore was still kind of dead except for the weekends, but she didn’t care she wouldn’t be staying there long either.

Renting a room at one of the motels she brought her stuff in, not that she had much, June traveled very light. That night she went to sleep with the biker's vest next to her. The next morning in the news there was a small mention of a biker and his girlfriend being murdered near Boston, police said that the shooting may be gang-related. June just smiled, she hid the vest in her suitcase and went to find a place to have breakfast.

Walking around, June found the Jersey shore very relaxing, the small café that she went into to have breakfast had a Help Wanted sign hanging in the window, and she applied for the job. At 5’10, with a pretty face, blonde hair, nice tits, and a fit physique, she was hired on the spot by its horny owner.

June was to start her new job in three days, which gave her plenty of time to get acquainted with the town. June was a drifter, she didn’t have any credit cards to deal with, home or car loans, and everything was done in cash or money order. The car she was driving belonged to her ex-boyfriend who vanished without a trace, just thinking of what she did to him still makes her smile, which reminds her to dump the car when she gets the chance. Her new job was just around the block from the motel, so she didn’t need a car at the moment. But if she needed to leave town fast there was a Greyhound nearby.

On the first day of her new job, she got up early, she didn’t have to be at work until 2pm, but she noticed a bridge going over the bay and decided that it would be the perfect place to dump the gun that she used to kill that biker and his girlfriend in Massachusetts.

After getting rid of the gun June went to a real estate office to find a cheap one-bedroom apartment within walking distance of her job. After she registered with the real estate people she went to work to start her first day.

June hated the way guys ogled her, but looking at herself in one of the diners' mirrors she couldn’t help but admire her nice ass. After a few weeks on the job and close to closing time June started to count up her money, for a shitty place she made excellent tips, tonight she took in almost one hundred and seventy bucks. She also loved that she didn’t have to split it with anyone. In most places, the wait staff had to split their earnings at the end of the night, fuck that she thought. She did have to give the busboy a percentage of her tips, but she was ok with that he was a good kid. That’s when a biker walked into the diner.

The Jersey Jokers were a long-established New Jersey-based motorcycle club with three chapters in the state, no one outside the club knows their exact numbers but it’s estimated to be around three hundred. June began to salivate when she saw his colors, she wanted his cut.

Even though her shift was done and the diner was ready to close the biker insisted on a hamburger and fries to go. Look chief we’re closed, you’re going to have to go to McDonalds up the block. Fuck you the biker said and stormed out. June was intrigued, she never wanted to kill someone more than this fucking guy. You go girl, the owner said that guy’s trouble you watch your back, his name is Claw and he’s been causing trouble around here for years.

Moments later the biker came back in, he walked up to June and grabbed her by the throat, the owner of the diner saved her by walking up to the biker and asking him to leave, in his hand was one of the biggest meat cleavers that he had in the kitchen. The biker backed off, this ain’t over bitch, he again walked out of the diner. What’s he have mental problems, June asked? Yeah, he’s known for it, Doug the owner said. You going to be ok the owner asked, this guy’s an animal. Don’t worry I know how to deal with animals, June said as she was leaving the diner.

As June walked to her motel room, she didn’t notice anyone following her, bummer she thought, she really felt like killing someone tonight.

The next day one of the real estate people got a hold of her, a one-bedroom apartment was just listed in her price range she immediately went to look at it. For the price the place was actually nice, old fashioned, the kitchen and bathroom were prehistoric but usable. The place belonged to an old lady who recently passed, and no she didn’t die here, the real estate person said. Don’t matter if she did, June said I’ll take it. June went back to the real estate office to do some paperwork and leave a deposit, she could move in in a week, but they had to clean and paint the place first.

She still had to get rid of her car unfortunately, she wished that she could sell it, but she didn’t have the title. While she mulled over what to do with the car she walked to work.

A few hours into her shift that biker Claw and two other members of the Jersey Jokers showed up at the diner. I want that burger and fries now bitch, Claw said to June. Were you born an asshole June asked? The two bikers with Claw started laughing, you’re right Claw, she has balls. The owner came out from the back with his meat cleaver, is there a problem…  It’s cool man, one of Claw’s buddies said we’re just fucking with her, no harm done, the bikers ordered some food and kept to themselves after that.

That night when June left the diner Claw was waiting for her, what do you want June asked the biker. Let’s have a drink the biker asked. Not tonight I’m beat, maybe another time June said. But her mind was racing, she knew that there were cameras outside of the diner and on her way home so she couldn’t kill this scumbag just yet. Can you get rid of a car for me, June asked the biker. Of course, show me the car then leave the keys in the ignition and sometime during the night someone will come pick it up, the biker said. Great, thanks a lot, but I don’t have any paperwork on it, it belonged to an ex who disappeared. No problem we’ll take care of it Claw said. June gave Claw a small peck of the cheek and walked home.

The next morning when she woke up the car was gone, June went about her day and the car was one less thing for her to worry about. Claw was waiting for her when she got to work, he was occupying one of the booths. June thought that maybe getting his colors was going to be easier than she ever imagined because this guy was an idiot.

When June’s shift ended Claw took her to his favorite bar, where she met other members of the Jersey Jokers. Although she was nowhere near perfect, June couldn’t help but look at these people as pure scum. Members of the club talked, no, bragged about rapes, molesting children, and a host of other vile shit, the men farted and picked their noses, even the women were scumbags, and many of them smelled of old pussy and body odor.

When June got home she immediately jumped into the shower, never in her life had she been around such obnoxious dirty people. She went to sleep thinking about how to rid the world of Claw.

The next day she was given the keys to her new apartment by the real estate people, June could move in whenever she wanted. She immediately went to the motel and picked up what little she had and checked out. Her new apartment was only a short walk to her job, so she didn’t really need a car, but getting one was on the list. Over the next few weeks June let her fingers do the walking, she found almost everything she needed online to furnish her new place. Through Craigslist and eBay, and with some negotiating most of the stuff was delivered right to her door where she paid in cash.

A couple of months have passed since June met Claw who was now incarcerated on weapon and drug charges, he took off after posting bail but was recaptured in Florida. It was August now and the summer was winding down, by the second week of September the tourists would have gone home, and the dinner would close for the season, the owner had a home in Florida where he spent the winter. June also had to be out of her apartment by October 1^st, her apartment was only a seasonal rental, but it wasn’t a problem New Jersey was starting to wear on her.

June managed to save up almost eight thousand dollars, she was still calculating figures in her head as she walked home from the diner. Almost to her apartment an arm came out of nowhere and got her in a choke hold, you going to invite me in, she couldn’t make out who the figure was at first all she could see were some tattoos on this person's arms.

By the smell of this guy June assumed that it was one of Claw’s buddies, forcing his way into her apartment she was right it was a member of the Jersey Jokers, his name according to the patch on his jacket was “Raunchy.” Claw said that you owed him for some car and Claw owes me, so he gave you to me, and now you're mine. But before I put you on the street to make some money I need a little taste know what I mean, the biker said with a toothless smile.

Of course, slick I know the rules June said, why don’t you sit in that chair while I get these clothes off. She proceeded to remove her top, then her bra, with one swift movement, June pulled a gun out from under a pillow on the couch and shot the biker one time right between his eyes. Fuck, now I have to clean this shit up, and where am I going to dump this fucking scumbag. June did however manage to get his vest off without getting blood on it, however, the vest smelled like body odor, really bad body odor.  

Dismemberment was June’s only option, she dragged the biker to the bathroom and put him into the tub. She stripped him naked and since she had no rope, she cut the biker's vitals, his wrists, his throat, and so on, she left him in the bathtub with the water from the shower running overnight to help get rid of the draining blood.

The next morning, she went into the bathroom to check on the smelly fucker in the tub, lucky for her she was off today. First things first, June went and rented a car, from there she went to a local Walmart where she bought two pieces of cheap luggage, a saw, rubber gloves, and a box of plastic heavy-duty black contractor bags. She paid in cash so there wouldn’t be a record of it.

Then she returned home and dismembered the asshole in her tub, head, arms, and legs, in one bag, torso in another. Then she put those bags into the two pieces of luggage, her plan was to dump them in the pine barrens later that night, and after she cleaned her apartment. After midnight, June carried the two pieces of luggage out to the rental car and put them into the trunk. A couple of miles out of town June went off the highway and went down the first dirt road that she could find, that’s where she discarded the biker's body.

Monday morning came fast, as June was having her morning coffee she couldn’t help but notice a white van pass by her apartment a few times, slowing down when they went by. But June wasn’t overly concerned, this was the Jersey Shore people were up and down her street all the time.

On her way to work, June dropped off the rental car, the rest of her evening was pretty standard until she was checking out for the evening, and that’s when she saw the same van from earlier in the day.

Before leaving the diner June made sure that the gun was ready to use then she made her way home.

June never made it home, her body was found three days later submerged in the bay, she was beaten to death. Several months later an informant came forward and pointed a finger at the Jersey Jokers motorcycle club for June’s murder, five members were eventually charged.

The end

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