All Chapters of Biker's Baby Girl: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"Jason, I need a solid. I need you to look up Dee Reynolds and Sal Jones in Dorset. I want all their financial information down to the penny. Call me back as soon as you've got something." My next call was to her old home. That call was answered in pretty much the same haste but for different reasons I'm sure. Jason would know that a call from me on his secure line at this time was serious business. These two I'm sure were waiting up in case I came back for their ass. "By my reckoning you owe me quite a few grand for the past few years of bullshit classes that she never took. I'm going to give you exactly one day to have my fucking money or I'm gonna break your fucking neck." "What money? We've had the care of her for almost nine years and..." "And I paid you for her upkeep and then some. What the fuck did you do with my money?" I was getting more heated by the minute. Not only because she'd ripped me off, but because all this time I'd been thi

I'm too excited to sleep. What does it all mean? Why had he come? Why now? And the way he looked at me, the way he reacted when he saw my naked body. It had given me butterflies, nothing at all like when... I cut myself off before the thought could take ahold of me, not here, not now. I wanted to think only of Creed. He was back. It had been so long. Sometimes I thought I would never see him again, I cried myself to sleep many a night over that. But now he was here, just a few short feet from me, but what did it all mean? Am I gonna go live with him now, or will he find somewhere else to pack me off to? That sounded really disloyal and I don't mean to, but sometimes I get so mad that no one lets me have any say. If they did I would've told them a long time ago that I wanted to go live with him. I guess that some would say that I was old enough to leave. I was smart enough to get myself a little job and maybe a place of my own. But he would never let me.

What the fuck noise was that she'd made in her sleep? Sounded like she was severely hurt. She said she was fine but I still kept my eyes on her. That's how I knew that she'd conned me the first time, she'd never been asleep. Now I'm a pro at this shit, I did it for a fucking living. It's one of the ways you survive in the thick of shit. So why would a young girl without a care in the world need to learn how to regulate her breathing to fool anyone that she was out? The answer had me jackknifing in the bed and hitting the light next to my bed. "Sit up, I know you're not sleeping." I hated that fucking wary look she gave me like she was expecting me to hit her or some other foul shit. I studied her bent head for the longest while as I tried to put my thoughts in order. This wasn't the easiest fucking thing to discuss for me so I know it was shit for her. But if the fuckery was gonna be fucking with her all night so she can't sleep, it was best I get the shit over

I made good time getting back to her and found her still asleep all curled up like an innocent. I'd never seen her like this before, and I took the time to really study her without interruption. Her face was soft in sleep, her dark tendrils framing her beauty in the stark waning moonlight that came through the window. "So gorgeous babygirl." I whispered the words in the dark as I sucked her in. My heart literally moved in my chest at her incomparable beauty. Could this really be all mine? Could I really have lucked out after a lifetime of nothing? When I look back on my fucked up beginnings I don't see this, how could I? Born in less than stellar surroundings, to a woman that could barely take care of herself because of the ounce a day habit that she had to sell her body to afford. And most likely to one of the men she'd sold herself to, I never stood a chance. I was shifted from foster home to foster home where I had to learn survival skills even befo

Now because of my ignorance and her fuck of an aunt I might have to start all over. All the work I'd believed I was doing to distance her from that parking lot had been a lie. I'd just been paying someone else to mistreat what's mine. I bit that thought off before I fishtailed and headed back to