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than Megan.
“Don’t worry. I’ll sort somethin’ else by then if Megan doesn’t mind looking after Holly for the time being. Go speak with her and then come over to the garage and I’ll show you the ropes.”
Bending down he kissed her and gave her a saucy wink before returning to the garage. She was surprised by his playfulness and just knew he was going to be nothing but trouble. The thought brought a goofy smile to her face as she happily went in search of Megan.
CHAPTER 9
He was still furious, finally understanding that the bitch Deanna had well and truly disappeared. He couldn ’t find her anywhere and there was no sign of the little brat either. Deanna’s boss refused to say anything, obviously guessing she had run from a dangerous situation.
He was growing seriously restless, having no sleep for days as he watched her few friends ’ movements, but none of them revealing anything.
As he tried to sleep, his mind filled with dreams of retribution.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
A few days after starting work at the garage Deanna had settled in just as she hoped. Nate had shown her what the job involved and she had been relieved to find that the tasks were similar to those she’d done in the past. However, she wanted to learn more about the different bike parts, her fascination for motorbikes growing as she worked alongside them.
Nate ’s bike was her favourite. It was a huge Harley, gleaming black and chrome that thundered like a beast which she thought matched her giant perfectly. She was desperate to go for a ride with him as he’d promised, but the members didn’t go for long rides at this time of year because the roads were too dangerous.
They had been talking about going riding in a couple of weeks ’ time when the weather was supposed to improve. Deanna had been giddy at the thought and was looking forward to it.
Nate had given her the grand tour of the clubhouse. She had only popped her head through the door previously, a little apprehensive of what she might find. But Nate had explained that as she was now working for the club and being his woman he wanted her to know her way around the whole compound.
She had actually been impressed with the clubhouse, thinking it would be a complete mess with a bunch of men looking after it, but it was surprisingly tidy. Deanna hadn’t taken much notice the times she’d looked in before, but there was a long spectacular looking bar that ran down one side of the room. The whole bar front had black wings carved into the wooden surface, immediately drawing your eyes to it, the details of the carving being a true piece of artwork. There were also clean tables and chairs and, pushed to the sides of the room, were the biggest sofas she’d ever seen. She couldn’t resist sinking into one of them, asking if Nate could move one across the road to the house for her. His answer was a laughing ‘no chance’.
There was a wall solely for framed pictures of each member and photos of the club over the years at different events. Deanna spent time looking at them, smiling fondly as she recognised some of the members. Paintings of ravens in flight were on the surrounding walls and over the bar hung a Saltire flag. There were also a few different landscape pictures of famous tourist attractions across Scotland. Although it was decorated in deep colours and dark wood furniture the clubhouse had a nice warm atmosphere.
Nate had even sneaked her into the members’ room - the ‘chapel,’ which had a wooden table with a raven carved into the wood, surrounded by big leather chairs. Nate had explained that this was where they held all club meetings, including ‘Church’, which was their weekly meeting. Deanna watched as Nate sat down in his chair at the head of the table, patting his knee and crooking his finger for her to sit in his lap. She’d jumped at the chance, a thrill running through her at how much power her man had in this room and as he’d grabbed her round
“Don’t worry. I’ll sort somethin’ else by then if Megan doesn’t mind looking after Holly for the time being. Go speak with her and then come over to the garage and I’ll show you the ropes.”
Bending down he kissed her and gave her a saucy wink before returning to the garage. She was surprised by his playfulness and just knew he was going to be nothing but trouble. The thought brought a goofy smile to her face as she happily went in search of Megan.
CHAPTER 9
He was still furious, finally understanding that the bitch Deanna had well and truly disappeared. He couldn ’t find her anywhere and there was no sign of the little brat either. Deanna’s boss refused to say anything, obviously guessing she had run from a dangerous situation.
He was growing seriously restless, having no sleep for days as he watched her few friends ’ movements, but none of them revealing anything.
As he tried to sleep, his mind filled with dreams of retribution.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
A few days after starting work at the garage Deanna had settled in just as she hoped. Nate had shown her what the job involved and she had been relieved to find that the tasks were similar to those she’d done in the past. However, she wanted to learn more about the different bike parts, her fascination for motorbikes growing as she worked alongside them.
Nate ’s bike was her favourite. It was a huge Harley, gleaming black and chrome that thundered like a beast which she thought matched her giant perfectly. She was desperate to go for a ride with him as he’d promised, but the members didn’t go for long rides at this time of year because the roads were too dangerous.
They had been talking about going riding in a couple of weeks ’ time when the weather was supposed to improve. Deanna had been giddy at the thought and was looking forward to it.
Nate had given her the grand tour of the clubhouse. She had only popped her head through the door previously, a little apprehensive of what she might find. But Nate had explained that as she was now working for the club and being his woman he wanted her to know her way around the whole compound.
She had actually been impressed with the clubhouse, thinking it would be a complete mess with a bunch of men looking after it, but it was surprisingly tidy. Deanna hadn’t taken much notice the times she’d looked in before, but there was a long spectacular looking bar that ran down one side of the room. The whole bar front had black wings carved into the wooden surface, immediately drawing your eyes to it, the details of the carving being a true piece of artwork. There were also clean tables and chairs and, pushed to the sides of the room, were the biggest sofas she’d ever seen. She couldn’t resist sinking into one of them, asking if Nate could move one across the road to the house for her. His answer was a laughing ‘no chance’.
There was a wall solely for framed pictures of each member and photos of the club over the years at different events. Deanna spent time looking at them, smiling fondly as she recognised some of the members. Paintings of ravens in flight were on the surrounding walls and over the bar hung a Saltire flag. There were also a few different landscape pictures of famous tourist attractions across Scotland. Although it was decorated in deep colours and dark wood furniture the clubhouse had a nice warm atmosphere.
Nate had even sneaked her into the members’ room - the ‘chapel,’ which had a wooden table with a raven carved into the wood, surrounded by big leather chairs. Nate had explained that this was where they held all club meetings, including ‘Church’, which was their weekly meeting. Deanna watched as Nate sat down in his chair at the head of the table, patting his knee and crooking his finger for her to sit in his lap. She’d jumped at the chance, a thrill running through her at how much power her man had in this room and as he’d grabbed her round
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