Dreamy Biker Daddy, page 1
Dreamy Biker Daddy
BIG BAD MC CURVY LITTLE SOULMATES SERIES
PENNY SNOAK
Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
ALSO BY PENNY SNOAK
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
CHAPTER ONE
Cheyenne
"Ma'am, your three o'clock appointment is here," Stacy stated as she entered my office. "Would you like me to send them in?" I took a big breath and turned around with a soft smile of encouragement.
This is the part I'd been preparing for the last three months, ever when my ex-roommate, Hailey, began dating her boyfriend. I had decided, per her request, to make peace with the local biker club, which had relocated to town about a year before, and I was already beginning to regret this decision. I knew something bad was going to happen, but I couldn't tell what it was because I was so terrified. Nothing could compare to the stress I felt when the leader of the motorcycle group, Chase, agreed to meet me.
"Go ahead and send him in," I answered, trying not to show my concern to Stacy. She seemed suspicious at first, but when I didn't say anything else, she walked out, leaving me alone in my office.
Part of me wanted to change my mind and cancel the meeting at the last minute, even if it meant upsetting one of the most dangerous people in the tiny town I lived in. Chase had been trying to meet with me for several months now to talk about real estate but I had been refusing all this time due to not being comfortable doing business with someone like him, even though everyone in town said he was one of the sweetest people they had ever met.
Andrew, my ex-boyfriend, had a run-in with Chase and the group a few months back and then vanished. It took me a while to track him down, but when I did, he told me that he couldn't stay in town any longer because of the way Chase had threatened him if he didn't pay his due right away. Of course, I had no knowledge of the debt and promised to assist in its repayment, but when Andrew told me about Chase's methods of intimidation in order to obtain the funds, I realized it was best to keep as far away as possible.
Hailey had been urging me to give them another chance ever since she started dating Shane, a member of the motorcycle club who lived at the compound on the outskirts of town. She remarked that if you got to know them, they were wonderful people who were easy to get along with. However, doing business with them was deemed exceedingly unsafe and should be avoided at all costs; however, due to her insistence on the subject, I finally decided to cave in and meet with Chase as he had requested for the last few months.
The knock on my door never came, instead the door flung wide open and three guys entered the room, one of which was Chase, the leader of the motorcycle gang that operated at what they called the complex. He grinned as he approached me, but I could already feel the tension building inside me as I struggled to hide how terrified I was of them.
"Thank you for finally meeting me," he added as he extended his hand to shake mine. "You have no idea how important this is to me." I forced a grin as I took his massive hand in my much smaller one and gently shaken it.
"There's no problem at all," I responded, motioning to the chair across from my desk. "Take a seat if you don't mind. Let's get down to business."
My office felt far too small for the three men standing in it, but as Chase sat down, the room felt a little more comfortable, while the two men stood by the door, almost as if they were defending us from the outside world. Chase looked up and grinned at me once he was seated.
"So, I'll get right to the point," he remarked, a kind smile on his face. "I'd like to work with your real estate company to purchase as much real estate in town as possible in order to begin renting it out."
His voice was so formal, as if he could charm the devil himself out of his own soul, yet I knew I had to be cautious with him. I'd seen what happened when people crossed Chase, and I didn't want to be one of those people if I let him buy all the real estate in town. There was no telling what chaos would ensue if I let him buy all the real estate in town. I tilted my head to the side, staring him down.
"And why do you want to do this?" I asked, folding my hands in my lap to conceal the fact that my hands were quivering. Chase didn't appear to notice as he took a file from his jacket.
"Because I want to provide more cheap housing to the inhabitants of our community," he stated as he took a document from his file. "I've been keeping an eye on everything you have for sale, and I discovered that these few houses had been on the market for about two years. My guess is that your sellers want to sell these homes as soon as possible, but no one wants to buy them. So what I'd like to do is see what sort of agreement I can strike with you to acquire these properties from you so that I can rent them out at a much lower cost to the people who need this community." Taking the sheet he provided me, I examined the properties on the paper.
It seemed like a reasonable request, especially given that, as I inspected the homes, I realized that, indeed, these were the properties that had been on the market for nearly two years. The owners had never reduced their pricing, which had turned off many buyers, and it didn't help that the properties were in bad condition due to being abandoned for so long. When I looked up at Chase, I began to wonder whether I had entirely misjudged them.
"I suppose I'll see what I can do," I agreed, looking at his two associates. "It might take some time, but I might be able to persuade the sellers to lower the price just a tad. However, I need to know what you intend to do with them in terms of renting them out." In response, he nodded his head with a smile on his face.
"And that is a wonderful question," he graciously acknowledged. "I'd like to continue doing business with you by having you or one of your associates handle the real estate we're purchasing."
CHAPTER TWO
Jeffrey
"Well, that was a huge bust," I grumbled as I followed Shane and Chase back out to the SUV parked outside the real estate office. "Am I the only one who was concerned by the fact that she rolled over as if she were a dog displaying her belly?" Chase and Shane both exchange glances before shaking their heads at me.
"We should be grateful that she consented to work with us," Chase stated politely as he stepped into the vehicle's driver's seat. "If she hadn't, we wouldn't have been able to continue with business that would benefit both the group and the area." Shane nodded in agreement as he climbed into the vehicle's passenger seat, leaving me in the back seat.
"Not everything in the gang is about cracking knuckles and breaking bones," he said, starting up where Chase had left off. "Now that we've gone legal, we must all do our share to keep ourselves out of problems with the law. That means we need to develop more peaceful ways to conduct business rather than simply going after people in this manner. You, of all people, should be aware of this." I climbed into the backseat and sat in the center, where I had a clear view of the two of them.
It was annoying how everyone was starting to calm down now that they had found their own Littles. Going legit was one thing, but when everyone started dating and even starting their own families on the compound, that's when the entire group really seemed to go soft. Most importantly, everyone was making fun of people like me because we hadn't yet settled down and found something to live for.
This was the most boring time of my life. When I was in high school, I used to hang out with the kids they called delinquents or troublemakers because I was tired of people bullying me because I was poorer than the rest of the kids in my school. When I eventually started beating up my bullies to get back at them for bullying me, they threatened to throw me in juvie, but no one ever took me seriously until the day I really placed one of the kids in a coma after he tried to force my head into the toilet for the final time.
Unfortunately, because I was eighteen years old at the time and the youngster was only seventeen, I was charged with assault on a minor and sentenced to five years in prison. After that, things went downhill for me, especially when it was revealed that my mother's boyfriend was an abuser who beat her until she was on the verge of death the night I was released from prison.
After another ten years in prison for nearly killing the scumbag for injuring my mother, I had no job and nowhere to go. My mother had died of cancer while I was behind bars, and everything had been left to the government and banks as a result of my imprisonment. What made matters worse was that no one would hire me due of my aggressive past and grim future. That is, until I decided to end it all one night and ended up meeting Chase and Daniel at the pub.
Daniel was a fascinating man who aspired to form a motorcycle gang that would govern the community. He promised a place to call home, a meal on the table every day, and money in my pockets for any needs I had throughout the day. He promised that I would have people who would consider me family and who would always look out for me no matter what, and from then on, life became much better until his death almost a year ago.
With the exception of the King's Knights, nothing really changed when Chase took over, and we were still as feared as we were when Daniel was around. We had a lot of respect, and nobody ever dared to go against us. However, once he began dating Lydia, everything began to change faster than I could comprehend. Soon, we were forced to relocate halfway across the country in order to avoid the law, and we invited the King's Knights to join us so that we could all go legit. I had no idea what to anticipate from the group at this point.
I didn't mind if the King's Knights joined us when we ultimately relocated across the nation. It meant that there would be more people joining the organization to assist keep us out of trouble and to give a method of keeping the group running. However, when Chase decided that motorcycle shows were the next best way for the group to generate income, more and more people began to drift away from the group, finding girlfriends and starting families, leaving people like me in the dust and wondering why we were always lashing out the way we were.
"Are you okay back there?" Chase inquired as to when we would arrive at the compound. "You've been deafeningly quiet for virtually the entire journey." In answer, I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head.
"I'm alright," I told him with a good-natured grin, attempting to hide the fact that I was still irritated by their behavior in the parking lot. "I suppose you could say I'm lost in contemplation." Chase caught a glimpse of me in the rearview mirror as he began to pull into the dirt lot before heading over to the warehouse that served as our auto repair shop. As soon as he put the car in park, he turned to face me.
"Look, I understand that the last two years have been difficult for the entire group," he replied, a genuine smile on his lips. "A lot of things have been changing, and I know that many of you are struggling to adjust to the changes as they occur. However, for what it's worth, I want you to know that I am proud of you for persevering in this manner. You've been a real trooper through it all, and I promise you that things aren't going to get better as long as you keep pushing." I began to smile as I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Do you truly believe you'll be able to keep that promise?" I inquired, keeping a careful eye on him and waiting for his reaction. I went on when he didn't say anything. "I'll keep trying, but you've got to offer me something more to do on weekends than sit around and show off my motorcycle. I'm becoming bored." Chase and Shane exchanged glances, and I could tell that the smiles that spread across their features as they considered this weren't the best sign.
"Would you like to be in control of this little business of ours?" Chase inquired as he returned his gaze to me. "You can assist us in managing the property that we will be purchasing from the town."
CHAPTER THREE
Cheyenne
The fact that I had convinced the sellers to reduce the price of their property by about fifty thousand dollars was great, but what was even more impressive was that they agreed to sell it so soon when they discovered that Chase was the one who wanted to buy the residences. They didn't hesitate for a second before choosing to offer him the house for whatever price he ended up asking for, which was that amount less than the listing price.
Of course, I wasn't going to say anything because I had been the real estate agent trying to sell these houses for the last two years and the fact that almost every single one of them was selling in less than a week meant that I had a hefty commission check coming in when I got it at ten percent of the selling price for nearly six different houses. I was going to have more than enough money to move out of the apartment and purchase my own house if I so desired, and I owed it all to Chase and his group.
Chase wasn't the only one I had to deal with on a regular basis. There was another man who kept showing up whenever Chase did business with the real estate company, and he made me feel even more uneasy than Chase did. I had heard his name was Jeffrey at one point, but I was more worried with the fact that he appeared to be always itching for a fight. At one point, he threatened to sue one of the sellers just because they refused to accept the amount that Chase was offering, and Chase had to send him out to the vehicle to wait until the deal was completed.
By the end of the week, we had completed all of the inspections and documentation required to sell the houses, and by Monday, Chase was the legal owner of all six of the residences chosen from our longest list. He didn't even pause when the inspector mentioned that there would be some work to be done, and even offered to have some of his men do it themselves to save money. Meanwhile, when he began renting out these properties, he tried to persuade me to become the new property manager.
Normally, I preferred to focus on selling houses rather than managing them, especially since that was usually done by a different department within the real estate company I worked for. However, when Chase approached my boss about his request, my boss completely agreed with him and reassigned me to that department so that I could do exactly what Chase wanted. I wasn't sure how he had done it, but Chase had convinced him that it was a good idea and to go ahead with it.
When Monday came around, I went to the new properties with Chase and Jeffrey to complete the final inspection and start talking about what repairs we needed to make before they could start renting the house out full-time. While Chase and I were conversing, Jeffrey followed us around like a silent guard dog. His gaze shifted back and forth, as if he was expecting something horrible to happen. Chase excused himself after we finished the walkthroughs, stating he had some business to do, leaving me alone in the house with Jeffrey, who still appeared as shifty as ever.
"So, what are we going to do now?" Jeffrey asked as he crossed his arms across his chest and spoke his first words to me. "Do we hire a contractor or start shopping for supplies at the local hardware store? What should we do?" Panic began to flood over me as I glanced around the third house we had been through, attempting to make a list of everything that needed to be done.
Chase had told me that he wanted me to be in charge of getting everything up to code so that this house could be the first one to be rented out, especially since one of his motorcycle club's members was expecting a child and they needed to start moving people to town to make room for those who didn't have much space at the compound. It felt completely absurd to me, but I wasn't going to disagree. I shrugged my shoulders as I looked down at the list of things we needed to do to make this place comfortable, thinking rapidly as I did so.
"I suppose the first thing we should do is go acquire the supplies so we can finish everything," I remarked, looking up at Jeffrey. "Chase said we'd make all the repairs ourselves, but since I'm not very experienced in construction or contracting, I'll admit I'm at a loss at this point." Jeffrey sighed and motioned with his hand for the clipboard in my hand.
"Why don't you hand it to me and let me decide?" he said quietly. Part of me was scared and didn't want to fight, especially because I was afraid of upsetting him and getting hurt, so I handed him the clipboard straight away. He looked up at me after a few moments of contemplation. "All of these repairs are simple. If we acquire the supplies today, I'll go ask a few folks to come help us with this so we can finish it by Friday." I nodded in agreement as relief poured over me as I saw how calm he sounded as he talked.
"That sounds amazing," I responded softly. "So, what are you expecting me to do?" He scoffed and shook his head at me, sounding amused at the prospect of my assisting him.
"I guess you can come with me to the hardware shop to help pay for everything since Chase left you with the funds for the project," he remarked, crossing his arms at me. "Outside of that, I doubt you'll be of much assistance. If you don't know where to begin on a project like this, I don't see why you should be a hindrance." My jaw fell as I looked at him angrily, trying to grasp all he had just said.
"Just because I don't know what to do right now doesn't mean I can't learn," I protested, putting my palms on my hips to demonstrate my seriousness. "Chase stated that we must collaborate, and that is exactly what we will do. You have no right to argue with me about this." Raising an eyebrow at me, he gave me a chilly glare, and I understood I had made a fatal mistake until he began to laugh at me.
"All right then," he murmured, beginning to shake his head at me. "I'll let you help as much as you want, but I'll expect you to be cautious. Construction and contracting can be hazardous to those who do not understand what they are doing."
