Part 2


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Wolf

Wolf pushed the bike to the garage behind the clubhouse. The garage was empty except for the two project bikes Wolf was working on. The brothers usually kept their bikes under the half roof in front of the clubhouse, where it was easy to get in and out quickly if needed. The bike was heavy, and Wolf glanced at the woman. There was no way she was riding this beast. The Harley had been extensively modified, and the custom job was expertly done. He ran his hand over the grim reaper on the tank and admired the work. Whoever did it was a true artist.

“Hands off. Don’t you know it’s bad manners to touch another rider’s bike?” The woman demanded from behind him.

Wolf turned, and it itched in his hands to yank her sunglasses off, maybe even slap some respect into her. He took a step towards her to do just that, but Phantom’s low voice stopped him.

“Fuck, she’s armed.”

Wolf changed his movement, and instead of grabbing her sunglasses, he grabbed her arm, spun her around, and slammed her face-first into the wall.

“Listen, can we talk abou-” The woman’s voice stopped when the barrel of Phantom’s gun pressed against the back of her head.

“Wolf, pat her down.”

Wolf was more than willing to follow that order. If the brothers ever found out a small blond woman had gotten inside the gate armed, they would never hear the end of it. The fact that the woman was pretty damn fine to look at was just a bonus. He grabbed the shoulders of her jacket and yanked it off, tossing it to the floor out of reach. Tattoos covered both her arms from her wrists and up under the short sleeves of her t-shirt. Wolf grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms around, crossing them over her ass and holding them in place with one hand. He ran his other hand down her sides, up her stomach, and underneath each breast. He tried hard to ignore the way she felt under his hand, but it was damn hard to ignore how her muscles moved under his touch. And damn, but this woman packed some muscles. Not in an overly ridiculous way, but he had no doubt she would actually be able to handle the beast she called a bike.

“Not that I don’t appreciate you perving on me, but could we move on?” The biting sarcasm ripped Wolf out of his own head, and he quickly pulled the blade from the small sheath hidden at her side and the gun concealed at the small of her back. He knelt down and ran his hand over each leg, pausing when he had to pull a blade from each boot. She didn’t fight him, just stood with her head pressed against the wall, but when he snapped her bra and ran his fingers under the edge of each cup to check nothing was hidden in the wire, she tensed. He tightened his grip, and with a deep breath, she relaxed back against the wall.

“She’s clean,” he declared but didn’t let go. He couldn’t figure this woman out, which put him on edge. What kind of woman came knocking on a biker gang’s door demanding to speak with someone who could fix her bike? What type of woman walked around armed to the teeth?

“Listen, in my jacket is my wallet. It has the registration for my bike. Right inside pocket.”

Wolf didn’t move, but Phantom bowed down and grabbed the jacket from the floor. He pulled a black leather wallet from an inside pocket and flipped it open.

“Fuck,” came from behind him, and then a chuckle. What the fuck? Phantom didn’t chuckle. Especially not before midday.

“Your name is Jenny Reaper?”

The woman just shrugged.

Wolf glanced at Phantom. They either had to let her go or get rid of her. And while Wolf didn’t have a problem putting bodies in the ground, he thought it would be a damn shame to let such a fine specimen go to waste.

“Look, I just came here to get my bike fixed. If you’re not interested in helping, then fine. Just give me my weapons and let me go.” The woman still didn’t struggle, but he could feel the tension in her muscles. Wolf still looked at Phantom, waiting for his order. With a deep exhale from Phantom, he knew his answer, and he let the woman go.

“It’s too damn early for this shit. I need coffee.” Phantom turned on his heel and walked to the house. Wolf indicated for the woman to follow. With a last glance at her weapons on the floor, she followed. Wolf scrubbed a hand over his face and picked up the weapons, stashing them all in one of the lockers he kept in the garage.

When he stepped into the kitchen, he found Phantom in the process of making three cups of coffee, though he couldn’t see much else because one of his brothers stood frozen just inside the door.

“Move it, Kid,” Wolf growled, and Kid jumped and scurried away, leaving Wolf to stand frozen in his place.

The woman, Jenny, stood with her t-shirt pulled almost off, doing something with her bra. And while the sight of her tight abs and full breasts was a pretty sight that early in the morning, it was the giant tattoo on her back that made his brain stop functioning. A wolf, black and silver, was moving through a dark forest, glaring out from her back, clearly hunting something. It was expertly done, and Wolf had to fight himself not to reach out and run his fingers over it.

“What on earth are you doing?” Phantom snapped from the other side, breaking Wolf’s trance. For a confused second, he thought Phantom had spoken to him.

“Getting my bra in order after someone unhooked it. Do you know how uncomfortable it is to walk around with a bra that doesn’t sit right?” Jenny snapped right back.

A tiny almost gasp came from Kid at Jenny’s words. No one, especially not a woman, talked to the brothers that way. Wolf had put more than his fair share of females in their proper place over the years. Often a few hard words were enough, but once in a while, harder methods had to be used. He found that a few slaps had them acting the right way real fast. Phantom would set her straight in no time. Except nothing happened. Wolf looked to Phantom and was shocked to find his friend still standing at the kitchen counter, with a silly little grin on his face. “I can’t say I have much experience wearing bras.”

Clearly, his friend had gotten a meltdown of some sort. It took him three steps to be beside Jenny. He took her arm in a grip he knew would leave bruises under the dark ink and slapped her hard across her cheek.

“You will talk and act with respect towards the brothers. Am I making myself clear?” He growled close to her ear. She didn’t say anything, and Wolf tightened his grip and slapped her again. He didn’t do it hard. Just hard enough to leave a few bruises and get his point across.

“Perfectly,” she growled and turned her face to stare at him. Her dark, almost black eyes held pure anger, and Wolf didn’t even have time to lift his arm before the mug smashed against his head.


Published by Tea Spangsberg

Tea is an Author who claims to be a Viking, but in reality she would suck at it as she get terribly seasick.

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