Bianca sighed deeply. She wasn't used to sitting still and she was bored, even if she was using the time to study. Without a car, she had no mode of transportation, and since she had no mode of transportation, she wanted to go everywhere. Beside her, her cell phone rang, Jagger's name flashing on the screen."Hello?""Hey." She could hear the smile in his voice, see the dimple in his cheek as clear as day."I'm just lettin' you know, your car's done. I can drop it by for you if you can bring me back to the shop.""Not a problem. I'll be waiting."Quickly, she got up from her couch, closed the textbooks she'd been studying, and hurried into the bedroom of her small apartment. Noting that there was still ice on her window, she grabbed a large hoodie and a warm pair of jeans along with a pair of boots. She heard a car pull into her parking space and ran a brush through her hair before grabbing her purse and bounding down the stairs.He didn't get out of the driver's seat, so s
Wet Wanda's was bursting at the seams with patrons, and Bianca's feet were killing her. The number of people that had gathered into the small space swelled until it was over capacity. It was always this way when Jagger came out to play. Leaning against the bar, she took a breather and gazed out at the sea of people that had crammed themselves in every nook and cranny available.Her gaze landed on a group of people near the stage, all wearing the red and black colors of Heaven Hill. They had been regulars since Jagger had begun performing. It was nice to see the camaraderie that the group shared. There was never a night he performed that they didn't pack the place. She'd noticed recently there were more women coming with them. She knew that two of them belonged to Tyler and Liam, but the rest she just knew came for Jagger."Why are you shootin' daggers at all those women over there?" Jasmine asked, an all-knowing grin on her face."No reason.""Bullshit. If you like the man, why
"Are you tryin' to look good for your date?"Jagger's eyes met Tyler's in his mirror as he ran his hands through his hair and then scrubbed at the scruff on his face."So what if I am? There's nothing wrong with good hygiene."Tyler had a seat on the bed and faced the young man he had taken under his wing. Since the whole "curse of the skull" fiasco, he felt like they were friends. "I'm taking your place on the ride tonight, right?""That's right, and I didn't get a chance to thank you, so thanks. I'll take your ride Friday if you want me to," Jagger offered as he smoothed his hands down his shirt and then put his cut on over it."That's exactly what I was coming here to ask you. The wifey and I are going to the house for the weekend." He wagged his eyebrows up and down in a suggestive motion."You crack me up when you say that. She doesn't wear a ring on her finger."Tyler got up from the bed and leveled him with a look. "Doesn't mean she ain't my wife."* * *"Where
The rest of the ride had been completed in comfortable silence. It was almost as if her blurting out that she cared what he thought put them both at ease. As they traveled into the heart of Nashville, she again asked where they were going."South Street."Now that she knew the name, she did get a little excited. "I've heard of that place before! Some girls I have class with went last weekend. This is really a good surprise."The smile on her face was enough for him. It was probably the first genuine smile he'd ever seen from her. One that spoke of girly excitement and complete surprise. He answered her with one of his own, proud that he had lit up her face like that. "I'm glad you're excited."She watched as he negotiated the traffic when they got off the interstate. She clenched her thighs at the exit and tried not to look as he maneuvered them into the correct lane."Do you get nervous in traffic?" he asked, laughing."Yeah. You, though, handle it very well."The tone o
Jagger put his leather chaps on over his jeans and buckled them before putting on his leather gloves. The abundance of leather was there to protect him from the elements just as much as road rash if he were to wreck. This was a long protection run, and he knew that he would need the warmth they provided. A knock sounded on the door to his dorm room, and his fellow newly-patched member, Layne, yelled out that they were ready to leave."Coming."He made his way to the bay that they kept the bikes in during winter and saw that he was one of the last to show up."Apparently, I'm late. Sorry guys.""Nah," Travis Steele, the information officer, smirked as he walked up to Jagger. "We're all still waitin' on Liam to get here.""He's goin' on the run? He hasn't gone on one since they found out Denise is pregnant.""Yeah, to tell you the truth, I think he's getting on her nerves."Jagger laughed, "I can see that."He took a seat on his bike, waiting for the ride to start, and pu
The two sat in a comfortable silence in her living room. She, working on her paper, he, reading a book on his phone. When they had finished eating, Bianca had grabbed her textbook and told him quickly that she had work to do. Not even bothering to question her, he'd taken off his boots and cut, then he'd gotten comfortable on her couch. With great interest, she watched as he had lain down and pulled his phone out."What are you doing?""Reading my book while you get your homework done," he explained."I didn't know you liked to read," she grinned up at him from where she sat on the floor."There's a lot about me you don't know." The way he said it was very matter-of-fact and it stung."Ouch," she winced as his retort. "Maybe we should work on getting to know each other better then."He crossed his ankles, uncrossed them, and then crossed them again. "That's just what I've been tryin' to tell you."She laughed and went back to writing her paper on her laptop. This was one
Jagger was in agony. He didn't think anything was broken, but it sure hurt to move. It seemed to be taking hours for the guys to get to him, but looking at his phone he saw it had only been about fifteen minutes. If they were hauling ass, they would be there soon. Sighing, he lay his head back down on the ground, thinking about the time he had spent with Bianca. The night had been going so well until this.The roar of bikes brought him back. He tensed, palming the gun he kept in a holster under his cut. With the number of bikes he heard, it wouldn't be much of a fight. The only thing he could do was pray they were friendly."You okay?"He finally breathed when he heard the voice of his president."My leg is all jacked up, I think. Other than that, I've got some bumps and bruises, think I hit my head, but really can't remember."Relief washed over him as numerous members of the club lifted the bike fully off his body and helped him up. He ground his back teeth as he put pressu
Bianca sat in the waiting room that had been secured for the club. It was amazing the power these men held. They asked for their own private waiting room and they got it. She was still working on the paper for her class, but nothing sounded right."This paper is going to be the death of me. It's half my grade, and I'm so going to fail," Bianca moaned, putting her face in her hands.Meredith looked over from where she sat and felt sympathy for the other woman. Having already been through college, she knew just how stressful one paper being that much of a grade could be. She walked over to Bianca and sat beside her. Putting her hand on the other woman's forearm, Meredith squeezed."Don't stress about it too much. They made us write articles and stuff, like we really worked for a major paper, in one of my classes. I got an F on my very first one and pretty much wanted to drop out. Half the class failed, and then they dropped the class. When we came back the next day and saw that hal