Bad Boys of Romance - a Biker Anthology (24 page)

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A Bad Boy Biker Novella

By

Vicki Green

Fighting to stay alone

The need to be loved

Alone.
He wants no one, needs no one, but himself. In need of money, Steele Ryker finds a bar in a desolate area in the desert and secures a job as a bartender/bouncer. The biker bar fills him with the fights he craves and the women to fill his lonely nights until.... She walks in.

Kallie Pearson
is out for one thing, a good time. She’s bored of all the normal guys, the normal hot spots and finds a bar that holds just wants she’s been longing for.... Danger.

What she doesn’
t know is just how much danger it holds.

Acknowledgements

To my amazing Editor, Kathy.
You have been with me since day one and I cherish our friendship.

To my girls, Faith and Katrina, you’re always there for me and I am truly thankful to call you my best friends.

To my family, my husband Dean and our two sons CJ (Charles) and Cole, you’ve always supported my writing journey, put up with my constant ‘pot luck’ nights for dinner, the endless hours of my tapping away on my keyboard and the time away for me to attend signings. I am so lucky to have your love.

To my readers, without you I would still write because it’s my passion but it wouldn’t mean as much. Thank you for all your support.

Chapter One

I left the last town in a hurry as the police were showing up at the bar, again. Fuck! Why can’t I find a place where no one cares, where no one wants to know my business and where no one wants to get all up in my face? Maybe there isn’t such a place, or maybe I just haven’t found it yet. After five years of traveling, I’m getting tired of it. Oh, I love riding my bike, ain’t nothing like it, but I just wish I could find a place for a while. It’s not like I’m old or anything. Twenty five is not old. Fuck! I’m having too much fun working at bars, letting off steam in good ole fist fights and the women? Damn! The women are plentiful. Two bad things about that. One: Have to get tested a ton to make sure I stay clean. Two: Some want to hook their long fingernails into me and try to be my woman. That…. Ain’t gonna happen. I’m an age old story. Parents kicked me out when I was seventeen because I couldn’t conform to their standards, their rules, and shit, they didn’t care anyway. And I don’t do girlfriends! There was no love lost. Love. Ha! There was never any love.

Ah, finally a sign. I slow down as I pass and smirk.

Booneville, Arizona

Population 625

Another great small town. What the hell? I don’t have anywhere else to go. I keep my speed slow as I head off the ramp and follow the signs into town. It only takes about ten minutes until I’m in the heart of the town and look around at the various buildings. Well, they have a few of the standard fast food places. That’s always a good sign. Coming up to a four way stop I slow down and stop. Once I rest my boot down on the concrete I look over to my left and see a sign.

SAGE BAR

DANCING AND DRINKING NIGHTLY

LIVE ENTERTAINMENT

Hmmm, the live entertainment could be live bands or live girls. I wonder which it is. I turn left, keeping an eye out for this bar until I see a wooden building coming up on my right, looks like a gravel parking lot in front and around it and as soon as I reach it I pull in. There are only two cars in the parking lot, way over on the left side, so I pull up beside them and set my boot down on the rocks as I shut off the engine. Once I’ve moved my leg over the seat and kicked the stand down with my boot, I quickly pull out a smoke from my jean jacket pocket, lighting it and then pull a huge drag. Been wanting to quit this nasty habit, but sometimes it can be my only companion. After taking a few more drags, I stomp it out with my boot against the gravel and look around to see that most people do the same out here as there are smashed butts all over the place. I walk up the three wooden steps to the long wrap around porch and up to the wooden double doors. I see the big closed sign in the window on the door on the left. Since there are a couple of cars here I take the chance and knock on the door hard. I’m hoping those cars weren’t left here last night because the asshole owners were too drunk to drive. I wait a couple of minutes and knock again. About ready to give up, I turn and start down the steps when a door opens.

“We’re closed. Come back at eight.”

“Uh….” The door slams, and I shake my head slowly. With a grin on my face I step back up and knock on the door again. The door opens abruptly and the same woman, brown hair up in a bun on top of her head, low cut shirt, jeans and cowboy boots, stands there. If I had to guess I’d say she’s in her mid-forties, but not bad looking, kind of rough around the edges.

“Did ya not hear? We ain’t open until eight,” she says slower as her eyes look down the length of my body and then back up again until they reach my eyes.

“Yeah, I heard. I’m looking for a job.” She smirks and then looks me over again and then crosses her arms over her chest, raising her ample cleavage up a notch.

“What can you do?”

“I can bartend, be a bouncer, whatever,” I reply with a smirk.

She seems to stare at me for a long time and then smirks again. “You running from the law? You wanted somewhere? I don’t hire no wanted men on the run. It may not look like much to you but this is a good place and I don’t want any trouble.” My eyes squint at her, and then I shake my head slowly.

“I ain’t running from nothing except my past but no law.”

She sighs and then looks down at my chest. “Take your jacket and the shades off, let me get a look at ya.”

What the fuck? She raises one of her eyebrows, and I roll my eyes. I take off my shades and then remove my jacket and hold it in one hand. I just stand there while her eyes roam up and down my arms, then down at my waist and up my chest. “You seem fit enough. Work out?”

“I do, when I can. Look, is this a strip club or something ‘cos I don’t….” She laughs. Laughs. Like throws her head back, her arm holding her stomach kind of laugh. I frown, turn and start to walk down the steps. “I don’t need a job that bad. There’s more towns out there.”

“Aw, no wait. Wait!” I stop and turn my head, my boot on the last step, and she stands up straight. “My bartenders and bouncers sometimes exchange duties and so I need some strong ones but also they gotta look good for the lady customers. If you’re still interested, come on in.” She opens the door wider, and I stare at her for a moment, then walk back up the steps, putting my jacket back on and pass her through the doorway and begin to wonder what in the hell I’m getting myself into.

“This is Joe. He’s my old man but thinks he’s God’s gift to women. Joe this is…. Didn’t get your name?” She rambles as she walks to the bar, sitting down next to a man who looks to be her age, in a black leather vest over a tank top and black jeans. She points to the chair beside her, and I sit down, a little reluctantly.

“Steele. Steele Ryker.” Joe nods at me, and I nod back then look back at her.

“Names Charley and I’ve already heard all the jokes about being a guy’s name. It’s short for Charlene but I’ve always been called Charley.” I give only a small smile. I’m not wanting to get to know anyone, let alone be their friend. I just want to make enough money to get by and be alone. “Well, do you wanna work or what?”

“Yup.”

She smiles and leans her elbows on the counter. “Gotta place to stay?” I shake my head, slowly, look over at Joe and then back at her. “I got single cabins down the road a piece. They ain’t much but they have a small kitchen, fridge and microwave.
The TV has cable, there’s a couch and a chair. There’s only one bedroom, with a double bed and one bathroom. The two I got empty I keep clean and Joe here keeps them fixed up so there’s no leaks in the roof, and a nice porch swing out front.” Hmm, sounds like a better place than I’ve stayed at in a long time.

“You can stay in one of them while you work here, for free. I just take out enough from your wages for utilities. I don’t care if you have parties, just nothing illegal and that goes for substances. You interested?” I nod again and she digs in her pocket pulling out a key. “Keep following the road, first left down the gravel road and then it’ll be on your first left. It’s private and sits back into the trees a bit. You seem like you might like private.” I take the key from her hand and put it in my jacket pocket. “Be here at seven to go over everything.”

“There’s a store back in town called Murphy’s. It’s got just about everything you’d need,” Joe speaks up.

I stand up, nod at him and then at her. “Thanks.” I turn around and walk out, down the steps and over to my bike. After starting it up, I back it out and then turn it, heading out of the lot and turn right then keep riding until I see the first left. The road is lined with tall trees making it look like it’s in the country, and finally, I see the small road on the left and turn onto it. It takes a couple of minutes until I see a wooden house appear, a small driveway in front and a carport on the right. I pull under the carport and shut off my bike, kick the stand down as I move my leg over the seat and walk around to the front. Not too shabby. Nice front porch, hanging wide swing like she said, and I open the screen door, put the key into the lock and turn. My first thought when I walk through the doorway is there’s no way this is a cabin. Everything is like she said, but the furniture is really nice.

The place is clean and the TV is larger than I had imagined. I walk through the room and into the small hallway locating the bathroom and at the end is a small laundry room. I walk back down the other way and into the bedroom. Nice double bed, dresser, desk and TV on top. There’s a door that leads into the bathroom as well and I’m surprised that the carpet and bedding look fairly new. I could almost get used to this. Suddenly, I’m worn out from the ride so I sit on the bed, pull off my boots, and stretch out. Damn, this is comfortable. My eyes start to close and I let out a deep breath.

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“I don’t care, Betsy! I’m tired of everything! Daddy doesn’t care what the hell I do and I’m bored and sick to death of the places around here. I need some action, some fun. Come with me.” I whine for the millionth time into the phone.

“Ugh! Kallie! You’re gonna get yourself into trouble, again. You know your Daddy’s only gonna take so much from you and what if something bad happens? Aren’t you scared?” I roll my eyes.

I look down at my nails, filing the index one some more and then blow on it. “Betsy, oh, my God! Live a little, have some fun. You know Daddy doesn’t give a shit what I do and I’m so bored. I heard there’s a place about forty five minutes away that’s hoppin’. Come with me.” I finish my nail and take out the fire red nail polish, open it and start applying it as I cradle the phone against my ear and my shoulder. “Please? Just go this once and if you don’t have fun then you don’t have to go again. Come on.”

I keep painting my nails and listen to absolutely nothing on the other line and then she sighs. “Okay. I’ll go. But don’t ask me to do this again. I swear, some day you’re gonna get me in so much trouble.”

“Thanks! You are gonna have so much fun! I’ll pick you up at nine! See ya!” I end the call and go back to painting my nails. Gotta get my toenails done next and then figure out what I’m gonna wear. It’s going to be a great night!

“Oh, my God! Are we even close yet? This has to be the furthest we’ve ever gone anywhere,” she whines.

I barely hear her over the loudness of the booming music in the car, but look over at her and smirk. “Almost there, chill out.” She gives me a smirk back, and I look back out at the road, dancing in my seat and singing at the top of my lungs. After another ten minutes, we pull into town and then take a left at the stop sign and after another excruciating few minutes we pull into the full parking lot. Thank God, my sports car is small as I fit it right into a small space between a bunch of motorcycles. Bikers, oh yeah! Looks like this is my kind of bar. I’ve always had an infatuation for bikers, but what I really like is the hot, brooding, bad boy, kind of guy.

We get out of the car, I smooth my leather shirt down, and we start walking towards the loud bar, finding it difficult in these high heels on the gravel. “Shit! Just scraped up the heel on my shoe!” Betsy looks at me and laughs. Her eyebrow raised, and I give her ‘my look’ and we continue up the wooden steps and into the bar. “Hell,
yeah! A live band!” I yell in her ear. She answers by sticking her finger in her ear and giving me a ‘what the fuck’ look. Laughing, I grab her wrist and pull her behind me over to the bar and two bikers turn their heads, they give us the once over, slowly, and then get off their stools letting us sit down. “Thanks!” I shout over the music.

I look around the bar and then turn on my stool and look at Betsy. “There are some hot guys here. Now if we can just get a drink.”

“What’ll you have?” A low, sexy voice yells and I look up. Tight wife beater, flat stomach and hard abs, muscular arms, full lips and piercing blue eyes. Oh, hell yeah to the yes!

“Mmmmm, I’ll have a beer, bottled, shot of Daniels on the side. She’ll have….” I wave my red polished nails in the air, “whatever kind of foo
foo drink you have.”

He looks at me, no expression on his face whatsoever and then at Betsy. “Beer and hard liquor. That’s it.” Betsy opens her mouth and then loud shouting and a commotion breaks out behind us. “Be back!” My head snaps to the hot bartender, and I lean back as he places his hands on the counter, jumps up and hops right over my lap, then runs over to the corner of the bar where a fight has broken out. I watch with fascination as he pulls a huge guy off another one. The other bartender and a bouncer are pulling other guys apart, and then I gasp when the hot bartender’s face connects with a large fist. My hands covering my mouth, and my heart beating so fast it adds to the adrenaline flowing through me. Finally, the fights are broken up. The bouncer is walking two guys out by their upper arms, and I watch as they walk by. Cuts, bruises, swollen faces and I’m fascinated as the big guy literally throws them out the front door.

I turn around and see everyone going back to their partying, the band continuing to play, like nothing just happened. The hot bartender comes walking over, winks at me, and then lifts himself over me again and over the counter, like it was nothing. He turns, grabs two bottles of beer and sets them on the counter in front of us and then takes two shot glasses, filling them with Jack and places them next to our beers. “On me.” I look up his sexy body, and my eyebrows lower when I see the swelling on his cheek, light purple already spreading across it.

“You’re hurt,” bursts from my lips as his piercing eyes stare into mine.

His luscious lips part and he begins to speak when another customer yells out. “Yo! Steele!” His head starts to turn, slowly, his eyes staying on mine, then finally moves down the bar. He looks back at me quickly, winks, and then walks away. My eyes follow him, watching his muscle flexing with his movements, and then I feel the smack on my arm.