Page 1 of Her Nosey Biker
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 thecompanionI 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 eyesfrom 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, almost like a smirk.
