A Pack of Wolves: Major & Tommy

 

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I started writing about my Wolves more than twenty years ago. This story is one of the first I wrote. There are about 50 Wolves, and each character is original and mine. I wrote about almost all of them.

Wolves from Hell, or Wolves, are a group of gay bikers. They operate in a city in the Netherlands: Amersfoort.

To become a member of the gang, you have to be approved by every Wolf.

Wolves are suspicious men. Usually, it takes three months of carefully observation before they even think about letting you in. You have to be gay, handsome, strong in body and mind, and preferably of good use.

Any addiction is strictly prohibited, especially drugs.

Wolves are led by Lon Willemsen, a large black-haired man, the Black Wolf. He has been born in the Netherlands, but has spent his youth in the US. Lon is married to Alexander Simmons, the White Wolf.

Alexander Simmons is adopted by Lon’s parents and is renamed Lin. He is hyper-sensitive. For him, nothing is a secret, Lin ‘knows’.

Wolves live for the gang. It’s not just a club, it’s a lifestyle.

Major and Tommy

Thomas was reading a magazine about computers when his fiancée burst in. He didn’t look up, even when she threw a newspaper on his lap.

“Did you read that?” she yelled, posing near him with her fists on her hips.

“Yes, Catherine,” Thomas said calmly after a glance at the headlines. He pushed the paper on the sofa, and flipped the page of his magazine. He focused as he saw an interesting article about computer viruses. He loved viruses and breaking them.

Catherine rolled her eyes. “Thomas Alan! You did not actually read it, or you would not move to that city! Did you read about how that... that gang molested this poor man because he merely made a point about... about his point of view?”

Smooth, Thomas had to give her that. He looked up with a slight smirk. “He made a point?” he chuckled. “He hit a homosexual man because of his sexual preference. He punched him, just because he was gay, and he did so in a city where a gay motorcycle gang rules everything. That man deserved to be ‘molested’ as you put it.” He ignored her protests. “Not only was he dumb enough to bash a fag,” he continued with less decorum, “he was also stupid to do it in Amersfoort. He could have known the Wolves would track him down and give him a piece of his own medicine. But what has it to do with me? I’m not gay, and I’m only going to live there.”

“You are going to move to a city where the police doesn’t help you when you are beat up!” Catherine almost screamed. “I imagine how you have to lower your gaze all the time, because those ‘Wolves’ might think you are against homosexuals and kill you for it!”

“Calm down,” Thomas soothed with a sigh. He put his feet down and magazine away. “Would you still like to see my new home?”

Catherine scrunched her nose. “It’s probably a stupid, common house,” she sputtered.

“Even worse,” her fiancé said with a smirk. “It’s an apartment.” Ignoring her next protesting cries, he stood up to get his car.

Of course he was crazy, to move to the city and to live in an apartment alone. He was the only son of a successful businessman, and he was engaged to marry the only daughter of another successful businessman. Their companies would fuse, with them managing the new company, and they were supposed to live in a small castle and to have lots of children. And to have a lot of money.

Thomas was rich already. He didn’t want to run a company, designing and making kitchen supplies. He wanted to continue his work with computer viruses and to have a life of his own. He didn’t want to marry Catherine either, since they didn’t love each other at all. Not anymore. Perhaps a long time ago, when they were teenagers and his hormones had begun, he had felt something for the woman. That feeling had vanished long ago. Nowadays, they only quarrelled and bitched at each other.

Catherine on the other hand wanted to marry as soon as possible. She had even ordered her dress already, much to Thomas’ annoyance. She kept pointing out how she didn’t get any younger, and how she wanted to have her first child before she was thirty. Time was running out, she kept telling him. But Thomas didn’t comply.

When he had announced his move, buying his own place near his work in the city, not only Catherine had screamed at him. His father had yelled for hours, lecturing him, trying to make him change his mind. Thomas didn’t change his mind. He had bought his own place, and he would move in very soon.

*

The visit to the apartment had been brief and painful. Catherine had said nothing when Thomas had opened the door to let her in. She only walked through the rooms, her lips a thin stripe and her eyes narrowed, and she had left without a word.

Thomas followed her to the elevator and pushed the button. “So, what’s the verdict?” he asked calmly, already knowing the answer. “Good afternoon,” he nodded when they got company.

Catherine turned to the company, and her eyes grew wide. “You are not going to smoke in the elevator,” she snapped.

Without saying a word, Thomas took his cigar case and picked a cigarillo. He lit it, lit the cigarette of the stranger, and then the elevator arrived. “Going down?” he asked with a friendly smile.

The man answered the smile. “All the way,” he said. He had a nice, deep tone of voice, matching his physique.

As Thomas gave the man a quick look-over, so did the other. The stranger was tall, muscular, wearing black leather and long, dark hair in a sleazy braid. Despite his dark hair, his eyes were bright blue. The whole way down, they looked shamelessly and openly at Thomas. Downstairs, Thomas finally looked away. “See you,” he nodded friendly.

“You bet,” the man replied with a grin.