by Sadie Savage
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Daddy Biker
A Single Dad MC Romance
By: Sadie Savage
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Table of Contents
Daddy Biker
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Shifter Romance
Alien Romance
MC Biker Romance
Daddy Biker
Chapter 1
“Look out, Jake!”
Jake dodged out of the way just in time to avoid the bullet heading for him. He could feel the air graze past his face. Jake rolled on the ground and searched for the shooter, grateful that despite being in his early forties, his body was still as fit as it had been when he was a teenager. The only change had been the density of his muscles. Now that they were broader and had filled out with age, women liked to tell him how handsome he was. It never hurt his ego to hear that.
“Fuck, that was close. You all right?”
Jake had been distracted by the vibration of his cell phone in the breast pocket of his vest. It had nearly cost his life. A flash of worry flooded him: it could be about his kids. However, he didn’t have time to answer Tommy’s question or the phone. Jake suddenly saw the man with the gun. He was dressed in black and took off across the docks, heading for a speedboat.
“Get him!” Jake growled, launching himself toward the man. Tommy had no choice but to follow, and the two of them sped across the shipyard after the man.
The shooter was too preoccupied with escape to shoot the gun again. It would be foolish to draw more attention to himself in broad daylight. Jake pulled his own gun from its holster, and shot a look at Tommy. Tommy nodded and followed suit.
“Stop before we pump you full of lead!” Tommy shouted. Jake cringed. Just because they were part of an MC, Tommy liked to pretend he was the greatest gangster of them all. He took all of his one-liners from old mob movies, and frankly it got on Jake’s nerves.
The shooter froze and glanced over his shoulder, only to find that he was outnumbered.
“Stay the hell away from me or I’m throwing the bag into the water!” the man shouted.
Jake frowned, unperturbed by the man’s threat, and signaled for Tommy to fire. Tommy did so gleefully, and the man fell forward onto his face, dropping the bag onto the wooden planks of the dock.
“Get that, will you?” Jake asked, pulling his cell phone from the vest. His heart leapt when he saw that it was his house number. He dialed it quickly. It rang a few too many times for Jake’s comfort before a small, soft voice answered.
“Hello?” Jake demanded.
“Hi daddy,” Jake’s five-year-old daughter answered. “JJ has a boo-boo!”
Jake’s stomach dropped. He knew he shouldn’t have left his kids home alone, even just for a few hours. He had a horrible feeling about it.
“Where is JJ now, Mary?”
“He’s crying on the ground.”
“On the ground?!”
“He fell out of the treehouse!”
“I told you guys not to go up there while I was gone!” Jake exclaimed.
“JJ forgot something and wanted to show me!”
“I need you to stay right there, all right honey? Daddy’s going to call 911. I want you to show them where JJ is, all right?”
“Sure, daddy!” Mary said cheerfully.
“Thank you honey, I’ll be home soon,” Jake said, hanging up the phone and turning to Tommy. “I need you to get me home. Now.”
Tommy seemed to sense the panic in Jake’s voice and ran toward the car as Jake dialed the rescue squad. Tommy didn’t bother to adhere to the speed limits as they drove through town toward Jake’s house. Jake was the vice president of the Motorcycle Club. Everybody knew better than to get on their case. They were outside the law, for the most part. The MC was powerful.
Tommy was the last person he wanted to be with in a crisis. All Tommy did was talk to hear himself talk, and he seemed to talk even more when things were tense. “So how about that Michelle chick, eh?” Tommy asked, glancing at Jake with a lewd smile on his face. “Is she something or what?”
“She’s half our age, Tommy,” Jake sighed. But the truth was that he had noticed Michelle- on many occasions. Her legs went on for miles, and her face was the perfect combination of sexy and sweet. She hadn’t been hardened yet, like the rest of the people Jake spent his time with. And those eyes! He would kill to have a few moments alone with her, just to ask her what she was thinking about that made her eyes glitter the way they did.
“Still, man! She’s like movie-star hot!”
“Whether she is or not, she’s Kent’s daughter. What would he do to you if he knew you were talking about her like that?”
Tommy sobered at the thought of the MC’s president finding out what he was saying, and Jake couldn’t help but smile grimly.
“I won’t tell, Tommy,” he promised.
They finally reached the street where Jake’s house was and his heart hammered in his chest. Red lights were flashing and there were several cars parked outside. It looked like the whole goddamn neighborhood was there. Was his son all right?
“Shit, what happened here, Jakey?” Tommy said. He let out a low whistle as an ambulance and a police car sped away, and two police cars stayed behind.
“Are you the parent for this household?” the first officer asked when the men got out of the car. “What’s your name?”
“If you don’t mind, this is Jake fuckin’ Desmond, all right?! Vice president of the Pythons. Or haven’t you heard? And he’d really like to go and see if his son is all right,” Tommy said, stepping a little too close to the officer.
“Gentlemen, that will be enough,” the second officer said, stepping between Tommy and the cop. “There was a little trouble here and it just seems that under most circumstances, negligence like this could lead to some serious issues. These are both really young kids, you know. We just don’t want to see anything happen to them.”
Jake felt sick. If his wife were still alive, none of this would be happening. Or maybe if his hours at the MC weren’t so god damn demanding and unpredictable. Either way, something had to change. He had known it for a while now. But what?
“I understand officer, and thank you for the concern,” Jake said, mustering as much of his calmness as he could. He hated the cops of Henderson county, but he was grateful that somebody had been able to be there to comfort his kids until he arrived. “Where is Mary?”
“She’s in the ambulance with her brother. They were both pretty excited about the ride. One of the paramedics is looking after her.”
“Thanks,” Jake grumbled. “I’d like to head to t
he hospital now.”
“All right,” the officer said, sticking his notebook back in his pocket. “But I just want you to know that if this were anybody else, you’d have some reckless endangerment charges on your hands. We’re going to let you off with a warning though. Go be with your kids. And hire a babysitter or something next time, would you?”
Jake glowered, but he couldn’t say anything. The officer wasn’t wrong. He had been being a bad parent. He was going to need to have a talk with his boss about this. He nodded at the officer and Tommy took him by the arm back to the car. Nobody in the MC could stand the do-gooder cops here, but it was even worse when they had a point.
Jake and Tommy headed to the hospital and Jake stared out the window darkly. Something had to give. He just had to figure out how.
Chapter 2
“Michelle, I need you to bring us some coffee.”
Kent, the President of the Python MC and Michelle’s father, poked his head out of his office to look her sternly in the eye.
“Fine,” Michelle sighed.
One would think that being the daughter of the MC’s president would be an enviable position, but the reality was that she hated waiting on bikers left and right. She couldn’t see herself ever enjoying the company of such brutish men, and it made her miserable to feel obligated to serve them just because she was the president’s daughter.
She felt trapped there and longed for better things, like a college education and a smart, sophisticated boyfriend. But her father always had a way of driving away her dreams and getting her to do his bidding. She couldn’t help but do as he asked, because she loved him deeply. Dealing with the MC was the only way she ever got to spend any time with him.
Outside the MC, her father never had time for her. When he did, it was just to ask her to do things for him. But she was almost 22. Wasn’t it time for her to pave her own way? What would she do for the rest of her life? Serve coffee and beer to angry bikers?
Michelle grabbed a few cups and put them on a tray with a full coffee pot. She didn’t know how many people were in the office this time. Her father was a very popular man.
“It’s just that my kids need someone there with them and I can’t always find someone on such short notice!”
Michelle stopped in her tracks. She would know that voice anywhere. It was Jacob Desmond, her father’s second in command. He had been around since she was a kid. She remembered really liking him the first time she saw him, but she lost interest after seeing his temper rear its ugly head. Jake was a scary man- the epitome of everything she hated about the Motorcycle Club.
To make matters worse, she was pretty sure he was involved in some hard drug pushing. Everyone swore that Jake had nothing to do with it, but Jake’s wife overdosed on heroin and died just a few years ago. It had worn Jake down, you could tell by his eyes, but he was still just as rowdy as ever. But now he came and went, and Michelle’s father was often complaining about how unreliable Jake had become. It made perfect sense to Michelle though, if Jake was a heroin addict like his wife had been.
“Here’s your coffee,” Michelle said loudly before walking into the room. She locked eyes with Jake and glowered. It had never done her any good to pretend to be nice to the men at the MC. They just took it as a come-on. He held her gaze for a moment, electricity crackling between them.
“Thanks, sug,” her father said. “Mind pouring us a glass?”
“I can’t keep working like this,” Jake continued as if Michelle wasn’t even there. “It’s not good for my kids, and it’s not good for the MC. I need to figure something out. Either give me steady hours, or I don’t know. I can’t keep doing this.”
Kent was quiet for a moment. “I have an idea.”
Michelle glanced up at her father and sat the coffee pot down. There was no way he was just going to let Jake take more time off from the MC. It was the busiest it had been all year and his father had a lot of plans in the works.
“Well hell,” Jake exclaimed. “I’m open to all suggestions. But I can’t put work before my kids anymore. JJ broke his fucking elbow yesterday because you had me run after that bag of weed the Raptors stole. My kids are still just fucking kids, you know. I can’t let anything like that happen again.”
It was surprising to Michelle to hear Jake speak so fervently about his children. He never mentioned them much before- at least, not when she was around. What kind of biker liked to keep a picture of his kids in his wallet? Not the kind her father employed, that was for sure. Emotion made you weak.
“No, I think I have the perfect solution for you. What if we got you kind of like a live-in housekeeper. Or someone from the MC who knew exactly what was going on and when to leave so your kids wouldn’t be alone ever again.”
“How would we ever possibly arrange that?” Jake grumbled. “You think I want a bunch of wily bikers watching my fuckin’ kids? Really?”
“Well what if it wasn’t a wily biker? What if it was Michelle?”
“What?!” Michelle exclaimed. “What makes you think I’d be any good with kids?”
“Oh please, honey. I’ve seen you with your little cousins. You’re a natural. You’d be willing to help Jake out here, wouldn’t you? What do you think Jake? Would you trust my kid with yours?”
Jake was quiet for a moment, staring darkly at the coffee pot in front of Michelle. She felt heat rise to her cheeks. She couldn’t imagine herself in this man’s house, let alone near his children. What the hell was her father thinking?
“I’m not going to force you to do something you don’t want to do,” Jake said, not answering whether or not he trusted Michelle. It was a relief to hear him say it, but it didn’t make the situation any better. She knew her father would keep pressing her until she caved. If she ever defied him, there would be no way he’d help her pay for college. If she tried to leave on her own, he would just send his men to bring her back. She was as good as his prisoner.
“No,” Michelle said carefully. She had to watch herself around her father. He didn’t become president of the MC for no reason. He could be incredibly ruthless. “I guess we can try it. I couldn’t do a worse job than Janie when she was high.”
Jake’s face flashed in pain and Michelle clamped her mouth shut. No matter how frustrating her situation was, she shouldn’t have let her inner bitch out like that. Especially by mentioning Jake’s late wife. It was a sore spot, not only for Jake but for the whole MC. They tried not to get involved in the heroin trade unless times were tight, and Janie had betrayed them by going behind their backs and dealing with the Raptors. It was a mistake that had killed her and nearly lost Jake his position as the vice president. As far as Michelle was concerned, her father should have gotten rid of Jake when he had the chance.
“Sorry,” Michelle mumbled.
“No, you’re right,” Jake said, glowering. “I’m sure you’ll do a better job.”
“Maybe. If nothing else we could just spend all day at the park, right?” Michelle said, recoiling at the thought of sharing Jake’s personal space. Although he seemed well-groomed enough for a biker, that was no indication of what his home would be like. Hopefully he wouldn’t start expecting her to act like a housekeeper on top of keeping an eye on his kids, too.
“I think that’s a great idea. Thanks, honey. So it’s settled then?”
Jake looked up at Kent, his eyes flashing. He nodded but said nothing.
“All right. I’ll tell Michelle to head over to your place before I even call you. How’s that? Then there won’t be any time at all that your kids are left to their own devices. We can expect to have a lot less broken bones that way. Shake on it?”
Michelle thought her father was going to shake hands with Jake, but Kent raised his eyebrows at her meaningfully. Jake proffered his hand, and the Michelle was surprised by the electric charge of Jake’s strong fingers gripping her hand. She pulled her hand away quickly after a single pump in the air, and turned away. She could feel the men’s eyes on her as she left
the room. She sighed inwardly. This was going to be interesting.
Chapter 3
“Yeah?”
Jake gripped the phone, keeping an eye on Mary, who was carefully pouring herself a bowl of cereal.
“We need you down at the docks. Code blue.”
“Now?” Jake asked, trying to hide his irritation at the sound of Kent’s voice. As much as he loved his job, there were days he just wished he could stay at home with his kids. Like today.
“Yes, now! Michelle should be there any second.”
“Okay,” Jake said, hanging the phone up.
“Oh no!” Mary exclaimed.
Jake turned around to see Mary’s little face beet red, and a puddle of milk spilling all over the counter and dripping onto the floor. She met Jake’s eyes timidly, her big blue eyes as sincere as the day she was born and filling with tears.
“I’m sorry, daddy!”
“It’s all right, honey,” Jake said, lifting her from the stool she had been perching on. “We’ll clean it up.”
The doorbell rang suddenly and Jake cursed under his breath. He jogged to open it and greeted Michelle, who was standing awkwardly on the stoop.
“Hi, can you just give me a minute? We had a little accident and-“
“I spilled the milk!” Mary wailed, tears streaming down her face.
“I told you it’s all right, honey,” Jake said, anxiety mounting in his chest. A code blue was urgent. If anything happened because he wasn’t on the way faster, he might lose his rank in the MC. It had been hard enough to keep it after what happened with his wife.
“You spilled the milk?” Michelle asked, her face serious but her voice soft and soothing.
Mary’s lip quivered and she nodded, holding Michelle’s gaze.
“Well I know a secret to cleaning up messes, do you wanna see?”
Mary nodded eagerly and reached out to Michelle.
Jake was shocked when Michelle lifted his daughter and headed toward the kitchen, soothing her gently.