Page 1 of Her Feral Biker
CHAPTER ONE
LAKE
I hated surveillance jobs, especially in the middle of the day when sweat from my armpits ended up in my ass crack. But leaning back against my bike, staring into a small shop at the pretty little thing who decided to decorate the front window just before closing time in Jackson Ridge, didn’t seem like that much of a hardship.
Mind, that was why I asked Savior, the Savage Kings VP, for this block after a few beers when the lots were being handed out. He seemed more pliant then, and I’d had my eye on this shop for a while now. Or, more to the point, I’d been watching the woman who owned the place.
Annalise Hampton.
Even looking at her through the glass like a pretty bird in a prettier cage, she seemed too tiny to be real. All slim lines and gentle angles dressed in flowy material that looked like it would come apart if I so much as touched her. Hell, if I ever got my hands on a girl like her, I’d probably shatter the glass reflection with my scarred, inked fingers.
Nah, no woman like her, all wholesome and clean and fucking glowing like sunshine, wanted someone like me. A man who didn’t have a history I could talk about, who never would talk about anything with her anyway. A man who had a home I never used, preferring the company of my brothers I wasn’t born to over any real family who still called me kin.
Fuck, no. She wouldn’t want to be anywhere near me.
But I could look. And damn, with tiny little curves like that, I could fucking look all day long.
“We’re done here. Boss says so.” Nomad, an ex-member of the Savage Kings called out. He seemed to be on babysitting duty for the day for some of our more troublesome prospects, watching me from his place where he leaned against a lamp post, while I eye fucked the shop girl from across the street like a stalker. “Time to head back home, Titan.”
Titan. The name I’d earned when I joined the club and became a patched member. My old life fell away then, years ago. I’d been part of the club ever since. And the name sat with me in turn.
I nodded. “Almost done.”
Nomad huffed a laugh. “Yeah? Should I say you got some business to handle in town?” His gaze flickered across the road to the shop. “Looks like no one’s turnin’ up today.”
We’d been watching the street for a while now. Pres said a group from another town had started moving in on our territory. Could be drugs, might be something else. Mafia, maybe. We didn’t have enough information yet, which was why my ass was roasting in the sun like a Sunday fucking dinner on a Wednesday afternoon. Reports from around Jackson Ridge and some of our businesses promised trouble sooner or later.
But not today.
I nodded slowly, folding my arms over my chest as I watched the girl in the window change the kid’s outfits on plastic modelsas she talked to her steady stream of customers. Once, her head lifted and she made eye contact. Brief, as her chin raised, like she knew we were there watching her the whole time.
Hell, maybe she did.
Blue-green eyes met mine head on, blazing in a bright sheen of color that rocked me back onto my heels. Only for a moment, before her chin ducked, but not before her cheeks lit with the sort of flush that left me wanting to see if that shot of color traveled lower over her body.
Nomad whistled and clapped my shoulder hard. “I’ll tell them you got something that’ll keep you in town tonight, yeah? I’m sure you’ll be busy for a while.”
I ground my teeth, hating that my choices were so fucking obvious. I’d seen plenty of members fall for fast pussy and ruin friendships over it. Anything I did, I preferred to keep out of the club and to myself. That Nomad already knew irritated me, but it was too late to change that now.
“Yeah. Tell them that,” I said tightly, still watching her.
Nomad laughed and walked away. A moment later his bike revved, the sound ricocheting along the dead street.
I leaned back against my bike and kept my eyes on the girl still working in her window that I swear she’d finished a while back. Every now and then she glanced across at me through pale blonde hair. The VP had given me a job. He didn’t say when that had to stop.
Maybe after dark I’d watch her lock up, make sure she got home alright.
Yeah, because nothing could go wrong with that plan at all.
Until then… I’d keep an eye on the street from here. Like Nomad said, I was busy. And maybe she needed watching. Especially once it grew dark, and her customers left. I frowned as she locked up, but Annalise never left. I knew she owned the shop, unlike most of the businesses along the street. She'dactually saved up and bought both the land and building, paid for it herself, went the extra mile and painted the outside, though someone did the signage.
Ask me how I know.
So my obsession ran deep. And long.
But I hadn’t known she’d been hanging around after everyone else left at night.
The street was deserted as dark fell along this stretch. The bars were up the other end of the street, and the few take out places shut shortly after. Still, if she stayed, then so would I.
