Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54343 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 217(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
The newest member of the Devil Daddies MC, Street works hard to prove himself. Who knew his attempt to spy on the Ravagers’ plans would end with a slip of a woman driving his beloved motorcycle? Now, his rescuer needs protecting and Street will do everything in his power to keep her safe.
Rosa Serrano has survived on her own since she was fourteen. Staying under the radar has forced her to work crappy jobs where they don’t ask questions. She should have stayed quiet, but the last guy the Ravagers targeted met a bad end. Can she truly trust the tough biker whose caring Daddy dominance calls to the woman she’s buried deep inside?
The members of the Devil Daddies MC will risk all to secure two things: special acquisitions and women with a Little side
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Chapter 1
Street struggled to open his eyes, but the silence that surrounded him provided the final push. He looked up into filtered sunlight coming through the rafters above him. Raising a hand to his aching head, Street discovered he’d clenched a fistful of dried grass. Instantly, he shook it away. What the hell? Was he in a barn?
Levering himself up onto one elbow, Street stared at the stacks of hay bales and the shimmering dust motes that danced in the sunlight. No rev of motorcycle engines or car horns sounded around him. He was definitely not in the city any longer. Sitting up, he struggled to push away the throbbing headache so he could concentrate. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to center himself.
Get it together, Street.
“Hey. I thought you’d sleep for a few more hours.”
Street turned his head toward the sound as he opened his eyes. Instantly, his vision spun. “Fuck!” he said, groaning. He relaxed slightly as he spotted the brown-eyed woman who had rescued him.
“Yeah. Probably not a good idea to look around too much. Thank goodness you’d only had a bit of that spiked beer before I got to you. You would have woken up in the hospital with a lot more wrong than a headache, I’m afraid. Or maybe not woken up. The Ravagers don’t mess around.”
A flashback to the previous night popped into his mind. Street had visited a known Ravager hangout to gather information for the Devil Daddies MC. Already on edge in enemy territory, a crash had distracted him from the beer bottle in his hand for a split second. The young woman’s whispered warning from behind the sheltering drape of her long hair had alerted him that he was in trouble. He processed the new information that this wasn’t the first time the rival MC had drugged someone on their turf. Pissed, he growled, “The Ravagers did this?” to confirm his suspicion.
“Or their associates. You must have really pissed off the motorcycle club.”
Searching his brain to remember the name the manager had called her, Street said, “Rosa, right?”
The petite woman moved to perch on a hay bale close to where he sat on the ground. “I’m impressed you remember. I guess I shouldn’t be. You seemed to figure out most of the threats in that bar quickly. Unfortunately for you, not all of them. Were you there gathering information?”
“Just checking out the bar,” Street answered cautiously. “Any idea why the Ravagers would target me?”
“Wow! You think I’m stupid, huh? Not a nice way to view the woman who saved your ass back there.”
Even with the worst headache ever, Street regretted trying to fool her. “You know who I am?” He studied the thin brunette with deep dark eyes that seemed old for her age. He suspected immediately she hadn’t led an easy life—at least not recently. Street understood that lives took sharp turns sometimes. Five years ago, he’d left the military and jumped on a miserable, corporate path to working himself into a grave. Thankfully, he’d realized his soul died a bit more each day he sat behind a desk. He’d chosen a change. Street suspected Rosa had not.
Pull back on the protector urge, Street. He forced himself to focus as she answered.
“I went through your bike while you were napping. You’re Street. Cool biker name. With the Devil Daddies MC.”
Of course, she’d rifled through his saddlebags to find the cut he’d stashed there before heading into Ravager territory. “Yeah, I’m Street. Where are we?”
“An old farm outside of town. I was friendly with the owner, but he passed away a few months ago. I guessed his son would only be interested in selling. This isolated spot was the first place that popped into my mind. The Ravagers won’t find us here.”
Street studied her, trying to think. The headache and the lingering fogginess from whatever drug they’d used to spike his beer still scrambled his brain. “Thanks for getting me out of there. I need to send word to my MC.”
“I plugged your phone in to charge. I’ll get it. And some water.”
Watching her walk away felt completely wrong, but he kept himself from protesting. Street forced himself to struggle to his knees and then pushed himself up to his feet. Wobbling unsteadily, he counted his effort as superhuman and collapsed onto the bale where Rosa had sat.
Why is she helping me?
The Ravagers would exact their revenge on anyone who dared to interfere with their plans. Rosa wouldn’t be safe in town with them around. Resolve stiffened his spine. He would make sure she was okay.
“One hundred percent,” her quiet voice announced as she walked through the open barn door, waving his phone to clarify she referred to his battery strength. She handed him a cold bottle of water and two tablets. “Ibuprofen.”