Chapter 8 Saved By The Mountain Man
Saved By The Mountain Man
***** Demon *****
“My daughter is coming. It’s her birthday, she’ll be twenty-four.”
I looked up over my beer glass to the man who stood next to me, the boss of Blood Hounds.
“And?” I questioned him. I knew she was; we all did. Because the boss went into protective mode and forbade us from being anywhere near her. I was only supposed to pick her up and drop her off. Couldn’t touch her and she couldn’t touch me, which was kind of hard on a bike.
“Make sure the men stay in check. I’m trusting you, Demon. I will gut anyone that does anything to Vixen.”
Right.
She wasn’t part of this club, but she still had a code name. Personally, I loved her name. Brandi was much better and suited her. But she wanted a name and there wasn’t a damn thing her dad would deny her.
“Got it, Boss,” I told him, holding my beer up to him in salute.
Sure, put temptation in my way. I can fight it.
I shook my head at the memory. Today was Brandi’s twenty-seventh birthday, a date I should forget but can’t seem to.
Three years ago, I did what the boss wanted, I picked her up. What I wasn’t ready for was the sight of the woman before me. She had turned into a vixen, and she was intoxicating. And when she climbed on my bike, I told her to hold on.
She seemed as thrilled with the idea as I was.
And then we pulled up to the hotel that we had to stay the night in, there was only one room. As I lay on the couch while she took the bed, she did something else that was new. She walked across the room, sat her plump ass right down on my legs, and kissed me, hard.
And fuck all if I didn’t want to take her back to the bed and screw her senseless.
But one, I was almost fifteen years older than her.
And two, she was the boss’s daughter. So, hands off.
And while I knew that I couldn’t seem to stop the kiss. In fact, my tongue was battling hers, and her ass was rubbing my dick.
This had to stop.
So, with a deep sigh, I had to pull away, much to her dismay.
What I didn’t know was that that amazing kiss turned my world upside down. Weeks later, when she left and the boss and his thugs cornered me, I was stabbed and left on the side of the road, near death.
That was my lesson to learn for touching her.
Did I regret it?
No.
The bike gang was a rough life, and I was glad to have left it, even if it wasn’t on my own terms because getting out was never something you could do once in. It’s the golden rule of any club.
So, when the fellas left me, they thought I died. Luckily, someone found me, took me to a private hospital, where my name was changed, and I have lived in peace ever since.
In a cabin I built.
Alone.
Away from all the bullshit.
The only drawback to this remote, peaceful location?
The main road ran through town, and it was a road Brandi had to travel on to and from each time she saw her dad.
I had lucked out because I had seen her, but she never saw me.
It was like peeling at a healing scab; stupid, but unable to stop.
I had gotten into a biker gang; I never said my ass was super fucking smart.
With a sigh, I looked around at the lone cabin and swore.
She was in my thoughts because her birthday was coming up and she’d be coming around this way soon enough. But for some damn forsaken reason, I couldn’t shake her this year. She was like some damn fucking crazy ghost, haunting a house she had never set foot in.
I needed to leave.
At least, if nothing else is in this place, there was a bar that served fresh cold beer, some of the finest. And folks knew that unless I talked to you, they needed to leave me the fuck alone. And they did.
With that, I grabbed my keys, locked up the house, and then jumped on my bike, my baby. That was the one thing I could and would not give up.
Of course, I had to create a whole new baby when they stole my other bike, but she was worth it. She gleamed as if she was new, and everyone watched me with envy when I came by. I didn’t make her from scratch for looks, it was a hobby I enjoyed, but it didn’t hurt when they stared.
Within minutes, I made it down to the bar, kicked the stand down on the bike, and climbed off. A group of ladies climbing out of a truck gawked as I got off, their eyes glued to the tattoos, muscles, or anything else I had on display.
As pretty as they were, and they were stunners, they did shit for me.
Sadly, no one but my hand felt my dick thanks to Brandi and that damn kiss that turned my life upside down.
She killed me for any other woman. Believe me when I said I fucking tried but nope, couldn’t stay hard long enough.
Of course, women still got the pleasure, just not in the way they wanted.
I don’t know what it was over this woman that fucked me up, but something did.
Again, I didn’t regret it. Just wish it was with anyone but her.
Why my heart flipped over itself for the off-limits daughter, I didn’t know, probably never would either. Because that night, I had to believe it was a test, or some bullshit. There was just no way that woman saw me the way I saw her, not when I was almost as old as her dad.
“Beer,” I told the bartender, taking a seat at the bar. He nodded, grabbing a glass, then slid it down my way. I grabbed it, taking a deep drink, just as the door opened.
All heads turned to see, and my eyes just about popped out of my head.
Because who was standing there, looking around?
None other than Brandi, my fucking Vixen.
***** Vixen *****
Iscreamed as my bike stuttered, then stopped moving, smoke billowing from the bottom of it. This couldn’t fucking be happening! My dad would kill me if I was late.
I couldn’t fucking call him either, because he would for sure kill me three times over for that. In fact, that would probably be a brutal way to go.
Why?
He would know the reason why I took this road, or at least he would have a clue, and then all hell would break loose.
All because of one man.
Yeah, I knew what happened a few years ago with a man that I had the biggest crush on. I had just hoped that he’d be willing to stand up to my dad, to take me away from all the violence, the sex, the unknown abuse, the people trying to use me, but he didn’t.
Not that I didn’t understand the way biker gangs worked.
Instead, I made the first move, and almost got his ass tossed in the trash. Not that it was my goal. I just wanted him and was tired of fighting it.
Thank goodness someone found him and saved him. And thank goodness it was by pure luck that I knew where to even look for him.
Granted, he didn’t know I was looking. But I had seen him from afar the first time I came through this town, and it helped my aching heart.
Of course, if my dad knew he was still alive, oh yeah, Demon would die for sure. And that wasn’t something I wanted on my head. And truthfully, I don’t think my heart could handle it.
Would probably have a modern-day Romeo and Juliet on his hands. Which would only serve him right in my opinion.
I was half thinking that I could make this trip, no problem, tell me dad I just didn’t want to keep seeing the bikers, that it wasn’t my scene, and that may be the end of it.
Sure, I knew it was a long shot. Even as a kid, once part of the gang, you don’t get out of it. But it wasn’t my choice to join. It was all from my dad.
And now this mess. It was honestly my mistake. Work had been insane the last few weeks and I didn’t get a breather to check my own bike, like I should have. Instead, I went to a shop, paid far more than I should have because they thought I was some dumb bimbo, and had them do a piss poor job.
Here she was, smoking for my efforts.
I might not have been so rushed if my dad wasn’t calling me and hounding me to get my ass back to him. See, I can leave the state of California and Nevada, he cannot. So, it wasn’t like he could come see me for my birthday or anything.
Instead, I had to go to him. I wasn’t sure that was right, but sometimes, fighting him wasn’t worth the headache.
“Just great,” I muttered, staring at the bike and then looking around. At least the town was small enough so I could walk and find someone to help, I’m sure.
With a groan, I pulled my jacket tighter around me and walked up to the place that seemed to be happening, the local bar. I wasn’t sure what to expect as I had never stopped long enough in the town other than to get gas.
With a grunt, I opened the door, and as if in a movie, the music stopped and all heads turned to look at me, the outsider. At least that’s what it felt like, but it wasn’t the case.
In fact, the only head that really turned my way to stare was the one man I couldn’t seem to shake.
If this wasn’t fate giving me a hand, I didn’t know what it was.
With a grin, I walked over and plopped my ass down on the stool next to his, waving my hand at the bartender, and showing him, I wanted the same thing Demon was drinking.
“What the hell are you doing here, Vixen?”
“Passing through, old man. What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be dead, Demon?”
“Demon is.”
I lifted the beer glass to my lips and took a sip, nodding my head at him.
“It’s about time he was too, don’t you think?”
“You’re going to get my ass killed all over again, you know. Everyone believes I’m dead and gone, and here you come, causing trouble like you did the first time.”
I wanted to wince at that because yes, unintentionally, I did cause trouble the first time. It wasn’t like it was my plan. And I sure didn’t mean for this to happen now. If I had known the shop was going to screw me over that badly, I wouldn’t have gone to them.
“I’m sorry, Demon. You know I am. It wasn’t my plan to do that.” I took another swig of my beer and sighed. “It wasn’t my plan now either. In fact, my Babygirl is out there smoking on me and won’t start.”
“Why is she smoking, Brandi?”
I didn’t want to like the sound of my name on his lips because I knew it was a sound I wasn’t going to hear again. I didn’t want to feel the shiver race down my spine. I didn’t want to keep longing for him.
But so far, nothing of that wasn’t going to happen, so I had no choice but to deal with it and pray that he didn’t see what that simple sound did to me.
“Because something got screwed up?”
He slammed his beer down and turned to look at me fully, the scowl evident by the crease of his brows. Even under that glorious beard that I wanted to play with, that I wanted to feel between my legs, I could tell how pissed he was. And believe me, he had every right.
“What got screwed up?”
“I honestly don’t know.”
“What the hell, Brandi?” With that, he shot up and turned to the door, looking back at me. I scrambled up and followed after him. “I taught you how to work on bikes, so how could you fuck this one up?”