Her nosey biker, p.1
Her Nosey Biker, page 1
HER NOSEY BIKER
JAYCEE WOLFE
CONTENTS
Prologue
1. Chapter One
2. Chapter Two
3. Chapter Three
4. Chapter Four
5. Chapter Five
6. Chapter Six
7. Chapter Seven
8. Chapter Eight
9. Chapter Nine
10. Chapter Ten
11. Chapter Eleven
12. Chapter Twelve
13. Chapter Thirteen
14. Chapter Fourteen
15. Epilogue
About the Author
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Also by Jaycee
COPYRIGHT
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Adult Content Warning: This book contains sexual scenes, explicit language, and violence.
Her Nosey Biker
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Editor: Jes Geisler
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Loot:
Running was never my choice, but it’s become my reality. Mistakes from my past leave scars that can’t be seen, only felt. The battle rages inside me—one that my loyal pup, Finick, understands better than anyone. She's seen the darkness clawing at me, the demons that push to the surface when I’m at my weakest. I’ve tried to keep it under control, but I know the day will come when I can’t fight it anymore. The day they come for me. The day Finick brings me my salvation—my saving Grace.
Grace:
I wouldn’t call myself a hermit, but "antisocial" is an understatement. Growing up in my mom’s shadow, always in the spotlight, I learned to keep my distance from the chaos. A quiet life with my knitting and a good book was all I needed—until one fateful tug of yarn sent everything spiraling. Who knew that the unraveling of my peaceful world would lead me straight into the path of a man who’s as dangerous as he is irresistible?
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PROLOGUE
LOOT
“Well, hey there, sweet thing, you’re nothing but skin and bones,” I coo at the small, dirty, gray-looking pup hiding under a pile of metal and wood. The pup continues to growl, but there’s no way I can leave this little one out here all alone. There's no one around for miles, and it's only another couple of days before it starves to death from the look of it. I don't even know how it got out here. I try again to click at the pup, signaling for it to come to me, but it still refuses to come closer. So, here I am, stuck trying to squeeze my way through this mess, fully geared up, with one of my brothers holding my weapon. One wrong move and I could slice myself open. Not the most brilliant plan I’ve ever made while in the middle of the sweltering hot, and dirty as fuck desert.
“Come on, Goins, we need to keep moving. What the fuck are you going to do with a fucking dog all the way out here, anyway?” My buddy Drake says, trying to hand me back my weapon. Instead, I crawl forward another inch, smiling back at him.
“Come on, Drakey-boy, you telling me you don't want company for another mission that doesn't exist in any records, that we’re technically not on, with a team that doesn't exist?”
“Companionship would be nice, but a mutt is not the companion I was thinking about,” he pouts. I snort and roll my eyes. Fucker’s always thinking with his dick. One reason he loves this type of work is that he’s in and out of places—and women's panties—as if he were never there at all.
The pup makes a snorting sound at Drake as well, which has me chuckling. At my noise, the pup's eyes turn my way, and it whines.
“Aww, now don't be doing all of that. Come on over here; I’ll get you some good food,” I say, moving closer. At the slightest movement, it growls again.
We do this back-and-forth dance for a while. So long, in fact, that I worry I’m going to have to leave this poor baby out here all alone. I’m just pulling back; my team is worried we’ll be spotted if we stay in one place for too long, but something amazing happens. I swear I watch the pup’s big brown eyes assess me once more before softening and crawling out to me.
“Aw, now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” I coo at it as I pick the pup up in my arms. It’s shaking, but it slowly calms the more I speak. “You’re a finicky little thing, aren’t you?”
“That’s what you should name it,” Remi, the newest member of our team, says, rolling his eyes. He’s a bit of a hothead but a good guy at heart.
“You know that ain’t such a bad idea. I’ll call them Finick.” I shrug, hopping to my feet. I take the canteen I carry at my waist and hold it up to the pup. I have my camel pack, but this is my extra supply. Still, it needs a drink more than I do, and I can ration.
“Can we please get the fuck out of here now?” Drake bitches. Rolling my eyes, I give Finick another second to drink before tucking the canteen back to my waist and starting on ahead. I carry the little pup, a girl, for a while as she tucks her head into my neck and dozes off.
After about five miles, she wants down. Laughing as she licks my face, I give her what she wants, and it’s like the nap and water made her a whole new pup. She’s prancing around to each of the guys, mostly scoping and sniffing things out, then heads back to me. She sticks by my side, her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth, and we stay this way throughout the night.
Unfortunately, this mission requires no sleep, so even as darkness grows, we march on. I stop to pick up Finick at one point, but she’s too happy to be moved and wants to continue trotting along beside us. It’s smooth sailing until the sun comes up.
It’s like as soon as the bright morning sun makes its way over the ridge, Finick gets antsy.
“What is it, girl?” I ask, confused, as she whines and nudges my leg. She continues to whine, but the further we walk, the more frantic she gets. She bites my pants leg like she’s trying to stop me. I stoop and pat her head, trying to reassure her.
“Fuuucckkkkk man, not that damn dog again. If she’s going to slow us down, we’re going to leave both your asses…”
Before Drake can finish his bitching, an explosion rocks through us. I threw my body over Finick, and that’s the last thing I remember before the world goes dark.
CHAPTER ONE
LOOT
THREE YEARS LATER:
“Oh, come the fuck on! He’s a fucking cheat! I can’t believe this shit…” the newbie fucker across the table yells, smacking his fat-ass beer gut into the table, making the whole thing, chips and all, shake. I roll my eyes and just smirk at him, which has the intended effect and makes him even angrier.
“If you, your small wallet, or your even smaller dick can’t handle losing a couple of hands of poker, I’m afraid this might not be the best place for you, Slim. See, this place is for grown-ass fucking men with big wallets and even bigger balls.” I give him a sly smile, showing all my pearly whites.
“You motherfuck…”
“Alright, time for you to go,” Felix, the mean-mugging manager, grunts, coming to our table and grabbing the fat-ass on the shoulder. Slim opens his mouth to argue, but one look at the suited, sharp-dressed man, with the calm and calculating eyes, and he snaps his mouth shut. I snort and get sharp eyes from Felix, too, but I can see the slight smile he tries to hide. Or maybe I just think I’m my own comedian and he’s trying to kick my ass out of here, too.
Nahhh… that can’t be it, Felix loves me. I give Slim a tiny wave as he mumbles, picking up his meager pile of chips.
“That’s it! I’m going to…” The fat-fuck rounds on me, and Finick explodes. Growling and putting herself between me and the fucker, I pat her head, reassuring her this fucker ain't no threat. Still, the pearly sharp whites Finick is showing make the fucker stumble back into a now much less patient Felix.
I swear his slicked-back hair is never out of place, but one thing Felix doesn’t handle well is trouble he didn’t make. If I see one hair out of place, I know he’s liable to burn this whole place down, and with this being one of my favorite places in this damn town, I know it’s time to keep my smart-ass mouth shut.
“Settle.” The one command has my girl calm in a sec and staring at me with her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth. I swear, a
lmost like a smirk.
I chuckle as I watch the man being escorted out of Widow’s Peak Casino, the faux-Vegas, neon-lit room. In an abandoned textile factory, this place would seem something straight off the strip if it weren't in the middle of bumfuck Colorado. Looking around the room, I take in the red velvet, gold-trimmed decor, and the smoke filling the room. I smile at the feeling of home that sits with me as I take it all in.
Growing up in the actual city of sin, this is as close to vice as I let myself get. I didn't have the worst home life, but it wasn't the cozy kind every kid dreams of, either. With my mom being a dealer at one of the richest casinos on the Strip and my dad, her married boss, owning the casino, we were, of course, his dirty little secret. As long as he kept my mom supplied with alcohol and a nice place in the city, she kept her mouth shut and me fed. I didn't really give a shit; the more I grew up, the more I saw my parents as just sucky-ass fucking people.
I wouldn't really call them evil; they never hit me or any of that type of shit. More like they just thought as long as they gave me food and new clothes every once in a while, their job was done. The minute I turned eighteen and graduated, I joined the military and never looked back. My parents never tried to contact me, but in their defense, I never tried to contact them either. Granted, my sperm donor has plenty of fucking time and money to search if he ever cared. Ten years later, my phone still never rings with that area code. I take it as a sign that our lives were just never meant to cross again.
“You can’t just make it easy on me for one night, can you? Always starting some type of shit,” Felix grouches as he watches the piece of shit be kicked out on his ass.
I gasp dramatically, holding my chest. “I take offense at that. I thought I was doing you a favor!”
“How in the fuck is winning every hand, then egging on the fuckers stupid enough to play against you, causing them to disturb my other guests in any way, a help to me?” he asks, only raising one eyebrow, not moving any other muscle. Even the single silver hoop adorning his ear doesn't dare budge.
“I’m just making sure the riffraff stays away. You don't want those types stinking up this place,” I tell him.
“Get your chips and cash out,” he says before turning and walking away. I chuckle, collecting my shit and getting up.
I don't take my chances with Felix. Honestly, I’m lucky as fuck he’s cool with the Savage Kings Motorcycle Club. I serve as the treasurer of the club. He knows how good I am with numbers; that's why I manage the club's books and even help Felix out now and then when he needs it. In return, he gives me a small office here for when I need it, and he lets me play even though he knows I’ll win every single fucking time. Still, even I know when it's time to head home.
“Come on, girl,” I say, calling Finick to my side. We weave through the tables and people milling around, and I make my way out the back exit to where I’ve parked my bike.
Finick hops up on the seat as I unlock my saddlebags and grab her harness, goggles, and helmet, which features attached earmuffs. She already wears her club vest, which matches mine, but I have to make sure my girl is safe, and take every precaution while on my bike. For her part, she already knows the drill and sits patiently as I clip her in. Some people might find it fucking weird or dangerous that I ride with my dog, but I’m careful, and she's the most important part of my life. I don't take unnecessary risks with her, and honestly, I don't know how long she would last if she couldn't ride. After returning from our last mission, when I was fighting to even get my girl home, the only comfort we seemed to find was in each other and on this old hog. For months straight, we did nothing but ride, town to town, city to city, state to state. It was just me, her, this old bike, and the blacktop.
It took me months to stop by the Black Crown, the Savage Kings Motorcycle Club's home base. I felt so much guilt for not being able to save one of the members' prospects. A kid who grew up in this town and only wanted to make a name for himself before coming home and joining the club. He talked about the guys with so much hero worship, I just had to meet them. I made the stop, not knowing whether I would need to beg for forgiveness or let them kick the shit out of me; neither would make me feel worse than I already did. What happened was even more unexpected.
They accepted me. Finick and I both, with open arms. I didn't know how to act at first, but I walked into that bar expecting to never return and ended up never leaving. It was a turning point in my life. For so long, I was just going through the motions, only living to feed and take care of Finick. The guys in this brotherhood saved my life.
As I walk into my place later that night, throwing my keys on the side table, I take in the loud echo they cause. The only thing that seems to be missing in this life is someone to fill the noise, though, who would want a fuck-up like me?
CHAPTER TWO
GRACE
*SQUEAK*, *SQUEAK*, *SQUEEEAK*
Iwince again at the sounds the old cart makes as I roll it, piled high with cleaning supplies, down the hall one room at a time.
“Just one more room, then I’ll give you a break, I promise.” I know I probably sound crazy talking to an old cart, but there is no one else around. Honestly, I’ve been alone most of my life, so I’ve become somewhat accustomed to talking to inanimate objects.
Right now, though, I just want to get this last room taken care of so I can get back to my bed and finish my latest project, but work calls, and I’m no slacker. Of all the traveling and jobs I’ve done over the years, this might be the hardest. Currently, I work as a maid here at the Devil's Rest Motel, cleaning rooms and trying to stay out of everyone's way. Being a maid is the perfect job for me, seeing as I’m a loner among loners, and this job makes me practically invisible. I’m able to spend my days alone, scrubbing and bleaching floors. I wince with every noise the old wheel makes, especially as we pass room seven. Strictly off-limits, that room is forever reserved, as I’ve been told, and “nothing for me to worry about,” the owner and my boss, Eddie, kindly but firmly let me know. To say I got the point - stay away from room #7 - would be an understatement. His worried stare wasn't hard to read.
While I have cleaned every other room in this place, and take pride in what I’ve accomplished since falling into town, that door, however, number seven, I won't even look at. I don't want any kind of trouble; in fact, I'd rather no one noticed me. I just want to do my job, return to my complimentary room, and finish my ever-growing pile of crochet projects. The last thing I want to do is put my nose somewhere it doesn't belong.
My mom, lord love her, that was her specialty. Being where she didn't belong, putting herself — and by extension, me — in places we had no business being. After growing up with a free-spirited, nature-loving nomad of a mother, all I’ve ever craved was somewhere to settle. A cottage in the middle of the woods, a short bike ride away from town, but tucked back in the woods, completely secluded and all mine. I want to plant a garden. I want to make my mark on something that I own. It's something I’ve been saving for my whole life.
It's also why I’m currently gagging over a clogged toilet. I'll have it sparkling again before the day's done, though. It might not be the most glamorous job — cleaning bathrooms, changing sheets, vacuuming, and fluffing pillows — but it gets me a free room tucked in the back corner where no one bothers me and an extra hundred dollars at the end of every week. It might not be a lot, but I put every extra dime I make into my house fund. I eat from the vending machines, not a healthy option, I know, but sue me… It's affordable, and I only spend my money on essentials. And yes, yarn counts as a necessity. Speaking of which, my stash is running low; it won't be long before I’ll have to venture into town to find somewhere to restock.
I finish the room, collecting the dirty towels and throwing them into the bin on my cart before moving on to the next room. This is how my days go, every single day. It’s a routine, and one I know all too well. Room after room, bed after bed, toilet after toilet. I continue on, singing in my head, but before long, I’m humming out loud. I do it often, not even realizing it. Heck, I’m alone most of the time anyway; no one knows me in this town besides Eddie, and even him I keep at a distance. Living in the shadow of the most outgoing woman on the planet makes any type of rare attention I receive feel way too uncomfortable.
