Daddy Protector: MC Romance (Pythons MC)

by Sadie Savage

  “I’m not hungry.”

  “Eat something anyway,” her mother said, using her stern voice.

  Savannah glanced at the time, but she sat down anyway, and took an apple from the fruit bowl sitting in the center of the table. Even without her heightened intuitiveness, Savannah would have been able to tell how curious her parents were. She knew they were trying to be calm and cool for her benefit, but she also sensed sense how surprised and happy they were that she had met someone.

  Savannah wondered if their enthusiasm would falter if they knew about Xander’s motorbike. She decided she didn’t want to test them, so she took a bite of the apple to appease her mother, and rose from the table.

  “You know what? I think I’ll wait for him outside.”

  “Someone’s excited,” her mother said with a knowing smile.

  “She is, isn’t she?” her father piped in. “Even her eyes seem a little bluer today.”

  Savannah groaned at their easy back and forth.

  “I noticed,” her mother said. She turned to Savannah. “Is he good looking?”

  “Mum!” Savannah said. “I’m not excited. I just don’t want you guys embarrassing me, okay? I’ll see you guys after school.”

  She left her parents in the kitchen and walked outside. She knew it was a little early, but she figured that if she walked down the road and waited a little, she'd see Xander coming on his bike. She was standing at the side of the road for five minutes when Xander showed up. He was wearing jeans, too, with a jacket thrown over a dark hoodie. He looked so carelessly handsome that Savannah had to remind herself to be calm.

  “Hi,” he greeted, removing his helmet.

  “Hi,” Savannah replied.

  “Why are you standing all the way over there?”

  “I thought this would be a good place to wait for you,” Savannah said.

  Xander smiled. “You didn’t want your parents seeing me, did you?”

  Savannah sighed. She should have known he’d see through her tory in an instant. “It was more that I didn’t want them seeing the bike.”

  “Not motorbike enthusiasts then?”

  “Not when their daughter is riding one,” Savannah said. She put on the spare helmet and climbed into place behind Xander.

  They sped through the lonely streets of Grey Mountain, and Savannah closed her eyes, enjoying the wind blasting into her face. There was a sense of freedom in riding that you simply could not get any other way, and she understood why people loved bikes so much. It was possibly the closest thing to flying a person could get on land.

  They arrived outside Grey Mountain High faster than Savannah would have liked. She hopped off the bike and passed her helmet over to Xander.

  “You enjoyed that didn’t you?” Xander asked.

  “I did.”

  “More than yesterday,” Xander stated.

  “How can you tell?” Savannah asked.

  “It’s in your eyes,” he said simply. “You’re letting go a little--it’s a good thing. It means you’ll enjoy things more.”

  Savannah was about to say something when a hit of hostility flew in her direction and she was suddenly aware of a number of eyes at her back. Apparently Xander had noticed something, too, because his back straightened tensely and his eyes narrowed infinitesimally. Savannah glanced around and noticed that Marissa was on the other side of the grounds with the same group of girls that had surrounded her the previous day.

  She was not looking directly at Savannah or Xander, but Savannah knew they had been spotted, and that no one was happy about the fact they'd shown up at school together. She turned back to Xander. “I met Marissa yesterday,” she said, trying to sound casual. “Is she a friend of yours?”

  Xander nodded. “She is.” “We’ve known each other for a very long time.”

  “How long are we talking?” Savannah asked.

  “Our parents were friends growing up,” Xander replied.

  Savannah raised her eyebrows and glanced back at Marissa again. She had her back turned to them and all Savannah was able to see was the glossy, bright sheen of her blonde hair, combined with the brightness of her flaming aura.

  “You aren’t…related to her, are you?” Savannah asked.

  “No,” Xander said wrinkling his brows together. “What makes you think we are?”

  “Nothing, really,” Savannah said. “It’s just that you guys seem to have certain…similarities. I don’t mean just you and Marissa, I mean the group of friends you have, too.”

  Xander’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You think we’re all…alike?”

  “Not alike,” Savannah hastened to clarify. “Just that you all seem to be very…similar.”

  “In what way?” he pressed.

  “I…I can’t describe it,” Savannah said, just as the first bell sounded off. She turned back to Xander. “My first class is history.”

  “I have chemistry.”

  “Okay, then…I guess I’ll see you afterwards?”

  Xander nodded distractedly, as though he wasn’t really paying attention to what she was saying even though he was looking directly at her.

  “Thank you for the ride here,” Savannah said, trying to figure out what was on his mind. She sensed the doubt in his aura and she wondered where it was coming from.

  He nodded once in response, and then walked into Grey Mountain High without a backward glance. Savannah brushed off the strange moment and made her way to her first class. She walked through the door to find herself face to face with Marissa.

  To Savannah’s amazement, Marissa gave her a smile. “Hello, Savannah,” she said. “How was your first day of school?”

  “I…it was…nice,” Savannah said, stumbling over her words a little.

  “The girls and I wanted to welcome you to Grey Mountain by taking you out yesterday, but you disappeared right after school ended,” she said. She was smiling pleasantly, but Savannah could sense an undercurrent to that smile. “Anyway, we’re going hiking this evening and we were hoping you would join us?”

  Savannah was more than a little taken aback by the sudden turnaround, but she was forced to admit she was sorely tempted to accept. Still, she could not forget Marissa’s threat the previous day, which was still fresh in her mind.

  “Considering I joined mid-term, I have lots of work to catch up on,” Savannah said. “I don’t think I can spare the time.”

  “Oh, come on,” Marissa said. “I’ve looked at your transcripts, Savannah. You're a straight A student with a squeaky clean record. You’re probably ahead of all of us.”

  “You’ve seen my transcripts?”

  “My mother’s the principal,” Marissa said with a wink. “And she doesn’t always lock her office door.”

  “Listen, it’s nice of you to offer--”

  “I get why you’re a little…hesitant,” Marissa interrupted. “And I’m sorry about yesterday. I know I came on a little…strong-- I can be like that sometimes. But it’s only because I care about Xander. He got out of a bad relationship recently and he got his heart broken, and I don’t want to see that happen to him again. Still, it was wrong of me to make assumptions about you.”

  Savannah wrinkled her eyebrows in confusion. “What makes you think he’s even interested in me?” Savannah asked. “I’d only just walked onto campus. We hadn’t even said two words to each other at the time.”

  “When you’ve known someone for as long as Xander and I have known each other, you just sense things,” Marissa said. Savannah felt a little jolt at her choice of words. “I saw the way he looked at you yesterday and I just knew.”

  “Knew what?”

  “That he liked you,” Marissa replied calmly.

  “So this has nothing to do with the fact that you and Xander are--”

  “Oh, God, no,” Marissa said, laughing as she tossed her beautiful blonde hair away from her face. “He’s not my boyfriend and he never has been.” It was impossible for Savannah not to believe her. “So are we good no
w?” she asked. “Can we put this bit of awkwardness behind us?”

  “I…sure,” Savannah said, biting down on her doubts and throwing them to the wind.

  “Excellent,” Marissa said, looking genuinely happy. “Then it’s settled. Come on, I saved you a seat next to us.”

  She led Savannah to the back row of the classroom where three other girls were sitting. “This is Bianca,” she said, pointing to a skinny, dark-skinned girl with brown hair, brown eyes, and exotic features. “This is Meryl,” Marissa said, looking toward the girl with unsettling jet-black hair, and large brown eyes.

  “Finally, this is Suzanna,” Marissa introduced, nodding towards the short blonde girl with soft blue eyes, and freckles lining the bridge of her nose. “But everyone calls her Zanna.”

  “Hi,” Savannah replied as they smiled at her.

  “You wear a hearing aid, don’t you?” Meryl asked bluntly.

  “Geez, Meryl,” Marissa said.

  “What?” Meryl asked defensively. “I’m just asking a question.”

  “No, it’s okay,” Savannah said quickly. “I don’t mind talking about it. Yes, I wear a hearing aid. I was born deaf.”

  “Born deaf?” Zanna said with raised eyebrows. “That must have been hard.”

  “Not really,” Savannah said with a shrug. “You don’t miss what you've never had.”

  “But you can hear us fine, now?” Meryl asked.

  Savannah nodded. “Because of my hearing aid, but even without it, I’m really good at reading lips.”

  “Does that mean you know sign language?” Bianca asked.

  Savannah nodded. “I could sign before I could speak.”

  “Wow!” Meryl exclaimed. “And when did you start to hear sound?”

  “Around the time I was fitted with my first hearing aid.”

  “How old were you?” Zanna asked.

  “Seven.”

  “And how–"

  “Guys!” Marissa interrupted. “Don’t make her feel like a monkey in the zoo. Let’s change the subject, shall we?”

  The girls exchanged glances. “Sorry,” Zanna smiled. “We can get a little carried away sometimes.”

  “No, that’s all right,” Savannah said quickly.

  “In the spirit of changing the subject, how are you finding Grey Mountain, Savannah?” Bianca asked.

  “I like it,” Savannah replied. “It’s different from any other place I’ve been to.”

  “I bet.” Zanna laughed. “It’s boring as hell.”

  They fell into an easy chatter and Savannah found herself enjoying the company far more than she would have imagined. She had never been a part of a group of girls before, and she was starting to understand what it was about. There was a camaraderie there that she had not experienced before. It made her feel like she belonged somewhere--it was a heady feeling.

  Especially considering she had never felt as if she really belonged anywhere.

  Chapter Seven

  Savannah spent the rest of the day with Marissa and the girls. By the time the last bell had finally rung, any doubt she had about them were gone. They left school together, and Savannah couldn’t help but look around for Xander.

  “Savannah?” Marissa’s voice cut through her thoughts. “Are you ready?”

  “Oh, sure,” Savannah nodded. She got into the white car with the rest of the girls. “Do you hike often?” she asked as they started driving away from the high school.

  Bianca nodded. “Almost every week together. Sometimes more when we’re on our own.”

  “Wow,” Savannah said in a breathy voice. “You guys are really into hiking, then?”

  Marissa nodded from behind the steering wheel. “Very much. All our parents were really into hiking when we were growing up, and I guess it rubbed off.”

  “Except mine,” Meryl piped in. “My parents hate nature. I don’t know why they chose to settle down in this town.”

  Savannah smiled. “Do you guys follow the regulated hiking paths?”

  Zanna nodded. “We used to when we first started hiking together, but now we go off on our own a lot of the time. We know those woods like the backs of our hands.”

  “Really?”

  “Have you been to the glade yet?” Marissa asked. Her eyes caught Savannah’s in the rear-view mirror.

  “The glade?” Savannah repeated, wondering if she should let on that Xander had taken her there.

  “Yes…big clearing, high up on the mountains?” Marissa described. “There’s a perfect lake sitting in the center of it.”

  Savannah nodded, having made a split-second decision. “I have been, actually.”

  “Ah, so Xander did take you there.” Marissa smiled. “Well, it saves us from hiking all the way up there to show you. Did you like it?”

  “It was perfect,” Savannah said. “I loved it.”

  Savannah searched for some sense of jealousy or hostility coming from Marissa, but couldn’t seem to detect anything obvious. Her tone was calm and conversational, and the girls filled with car with a constant stream of chatter. It was the most noise Savannah had heard in a long time, and she couldn’t help but enjoy being at the center of it.

  Marissa finally pulled up by the side of the road where a few parking spots had been drawn out for hikers. She parked the car and everyone got out, leaving all the books and bags in the vehicle.

  “No one’s taking anything?” Savannah asked.

  “We’ve got our cell phones on us,” Meryl replied. “That’s enough.”

  “Do you have a cell phone?” Marissa asked.

  “I do.” Savannah nodded as she patted her jeans pocket.

  “Great.” Marissa smiled. “Then let’s get going.”

  The trail was a little different from the one Savannah had traveled with Xander. It was less wild and less dangerous. There was a narrow, winding path that led up the hill, and far fewer trees, which meant there were far fewer animals as well.

  Savannah struggled to keep up with the girls. Within the first five minutes it was obvious how practised they all were with hiking. They breezed up the first hill in a matter of minutes, leaving Savannah panting her way up, pain shooting up and down her sides.

  “Guys, slow down,” Bianca said from the top. “Savannah isn’t as used to hiking as we are.”

  They slowed down slightly, after Savannah was able to catch up faster. They kept walking for another half hour, and by the time the girls had finally decided to take a break, Savannah was truly exhausted. Her legs were hurting and she sat down with relief.

  “I can’t believe you guys do every week,” she said, panting.

  “You get used to it,” Zanna replied. “I would have thought you’d be okay, considering your hike with Xander yesterday--”

  “Oh, I guess it was less strenuous than this one,” Savannah admitted.

  “What else did you guys do?” Meryl asked.

  “Nothing, really,” Savannah replied. “Just a short hike.”

  Marissa was very quiet, and Savannah’s doubts started to creep back up to the surface. She looked up sharply and caught Marissa staring. She smiled slowly and her eyes softened, making Savannah wonder if she was just being paranoid.

  “Savannah?” Marissa said, looking at her. “Do you like Xander?”

  It was far more direct than Savannah had expected. Taken unawares she hesitated a little. “I…don’t know him all that well.”

  “Yet you went off with him yesterday,” Marissa pointed out. “All alone.”

  “Is there something I should know?” Savannah asked, uncomfortably aware of everyone’s eyes on her.

  “This morning I told you only half the story,” Marissa said. “Xander is my friend. He did just get out of a bad relationship, and she did break his heart. What I didn’t mention was that he broke her heart right back.”

  “What?”

  Zanna spoke up before Marissa could. “What Marissa is trying to say is that Xander can be a little…temperamental. He can be a little…d
angerous. He’s a typical bad boy and there’s no changing him. I’d be careful if I were you.”

  “What exactly are you saying?” Savannah asked.

  “The girl he was seeing? Her name was Zoe,” Marissa explained. “When she broke up with him? Well it hit him hard. He tried to convince her to take him back and when she refused, he got violent.”

  “Violent?” Savannah gasped in disbelief.

  “He didn’t actually hurt her,” Zanna clarified. “But he scared her pretty bad. She left town because of him.”

  I looked around at all of them. “Is this true?”

  Marissa sighed. “I’ve known Xander my whole life,” she said. “He’s a good guy, but he’s had a hard life. His father was…very volatile, and Xander suffered the most for it. It left him with…a few problems.”

  Savannah remembered the scars etched across Xander’s chest and back and she felt a shiver run down her spine. She reminded herself of how fiery his aura had been, burning with passion and intensity. She had thought it had spoken more to his character than his temperament, but now she was not sure.

  “I…I just can’t believe he would do something like that.” Savannah said.

  “You yourself just said it, Savannah,” Marissa said with solemn eyes. “You don’t know him.”

  I looked up at all of them, hoping that one person would refute the others and tell me it was a lie. I looked hard at Marissa, wondering if I should trust her. There was something about her that I simply could not place. She was like Xander in that way--they all were. All four girls had incredibly bright, burning auras, and she could sense something hidden beneath them, a motive that she was missing.

  Savannah tried to make sense of it. If Marissa were jealous, she would have cause to taint Xander’s character so that Savannah would want to keep her distance, but why would her entire friend group be in on it, too, unless they were just that loyal.

  “Savannah, I know this is a lot to process, but you need to understand that we’re looking out for you here,” Marissa said. “And Xander, too.”

  “Perhaps he just needs someone to talk to,” Savannah said slowly.

  “Don’t you think I’ve tried?” Marissa demanded. Savannah felt a wave of hostility billow towards her. She looked at Marissa and wondered if she had been blind to the obvious. Savannah wondered if she had let her desire to cloud her better judgement.