Riding with the Bandidos

(Kaz POV)

I lived for the roar of my Harley Davidson, the city of Bandidos was my stage. I was Kaz, the rebel, the charmer, the legend. I wore my leather jacket like a badge of honour, proudly displaying our gang's logo. The Bandidos bikers with lion image as our badge. It was my shield against any coming threat from any other gangsters in the city.

My bike's engine was my heartbeat, pumping more strength through my veins. I felt alive when I rode it, feeling the wind caressing my face. Nothing could match the freedom of the road.

I didn't have a normal life. I'll wake up with the sun when the city of Bandidos is still asleep. I'll put on my jacket, jump on my bike, and take off.

The early morning rides were my bliss - just me, my bike, and the open road.

After a long ride, I'll join the rest of the Bandidos at our hangout - an old warehouse on the edge of the city. We will spend our days plotting our moves, talking business, and training. It was a risky and thrilling life, but also a loyal and brotherly one.

Right now, I was at our warehouse, watching Tommy, one of our guys, work on his latest invention. He was focused and calm as he fiddled with a piece of tech. He was a hacker and a genius, and his skills were priceless to the Bandidos. I learned a lot from him, absorbing his wisdom.

Around us, the other Bandidos were doing their own things. Some were training, their movements smooth and precise. Others were planning, their voices hushed and serious. We faced danger every day, but we had each other's backs like no one else.

Suddenly, a loud laugh cut through the silence. It was Jax, one of our riders known for his humour. He walked over to me, smiling widely.

"Hey Kaz," he said in his thick Louisiana accent. "You see Tommy over there? Boy's so into that gadget of his, I bet he wouldn't notice if the whole place blew up!"

Jax's laughter echoed in the warehouse, drawing the attention of the other Bandidos.

They all looked at us curiously, wondering what was so funny. I pointed at Tommy, who was oblivious to everything around him. He had his headphones on, his black hood covering his head, and his eyes glued to his laptop screen. He was so concentrated in his work that he didn't even notice any other person around him.

The other Bandidos chuckled, shaking their heads in amusement. They knew Tommy well - he was always like this when he was working on something. He had a passion for tech that was unmatched by anyone else. He could hack into any system, create any device, and solve any problem. He was a valuable asset to the gang, but also a source of entertainment.

"Hey Tommy," Jax shouted, trying to get his attention. "You know there's a bomb in here, right?"

Tommy didn't react. He kept typing away on his keyboard, oblivious to Jax's words.

Jax grinned, turning to me. "Watch this," he whispered, pulling out his phone. He tapped on it a few times, then held it up to his ear.

"Hello?" he said loudly, pretending to answer a call. "What? There's a bomb in the warehouse? Where? Under Tommy's chair? Oh no! How much time do we have? Ten seconds? Nine...eight...seven..."

He counted down loudly, hoping to scare Tommy into looking up. But Tommy didn't budge. He was too focused on his laptop.

"Three...two...one...BOOM!" Jax yelled, making an explosion sound with his mouth.

Still nothing. Tommy didn't even flinch.

Jax sighed, hanging up his phone. He looked at me with a disappointed expression.

"Well, that was anticlimactic," he said.

I laughed, shaking my head. "You tried, man," I said. "But you know Tommy - he's in his own world."

Jax nodded, shrugging his shoulders. He looked at Tommy again, then smiled mischievously.

"Maybe we should try something else," he said, winking at me.

I raised an eyebrow, curious about what he had in mind.

"What do you have in mind?" I asked.

Jax leaned closer to me, whispering in my ear.

"Let's see how he reacts to this..." he said.

Jax showed me his phone, and I saw what he had in mind. He had hacked into Tommy's laptop, and was about to play a prank on him. He had a video ready to play, and it was not a pleasant one.

It was a video of a clown, a creepy one with a red nose, white face, and a sinister smile. The clown was holding a balloon, and was staring at the camera with a menacing look. The video had no sound, but it was clear that the clown was about to do something horrible.

Jax smirked, pressing a button on his phone. He sent the video to Tommy's laptop, overriding his screen.

"Watch this," he said, pointing at Tommy.

I looked at Tommy, expecting him to scream or jump out of his chair. But he didn't. He didn't even look up from his laptop.

He just kept typing away, ignoring the clown on his screen.

Jax frowned, confused by Tommy's lack of reaction.

"What the hell?" he said. "How can he not see that?"

He tapped on his phone again, increasing the volume of the video. He hoped that the sound would catch Tommy's attention.

But it didn't. Tommy still didn't react.

He just kept typing away, oblivious to the clown on his screen.

Jax groaned, frustrated by Tommy's indifference.

"This is ridiculous," he said. "How can he not hear that?"

He tapped on his phone again, making the video full-screen. He hoped that the size would make Tommy notice.

But it didn't. Tommy still didn't react.

He just kept typing away, oblivious to the clown on his screen.

Jax gave up, throwing his phone on the ground. He looked at me with an annoyed expression.

"This is impossible," he said. "How can he not care about that?"

He walked over to Tommy, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him violently.

"Hey Tommy," he yelled in his ear. "Wake up! There's a freaking clown on your screen!"

Tommy finally looked up from his laptop, blinking in confusion. He saw Jax's angry face, then glanced at his screen.

He saw the clown, staring at him with a wicked grin.

He shrugged, unimpressed by the prank.

"Oh," he said calmly. "That's nice."

He turned back to his laptop, resuming his work.

Jax stared at him in disbelief, speechless by his reaction.

I burst out laughing, unable to contain myself. I had never seen Jax so defeated before.

I looked at Tommy, who was still working on his laptop, ignoring the clown on his screen.

I admired his focus and dedication, but also wondered if he was human or not.

This was Tommy - the hacker, the genius, the weirdo.

And I loved him for it.