A Biker’s Love

Chapter 7

Rachel's POV.

It had been two weeks. Two weeks since the date with Drew. Two weeks since I last had any reason to express any deep emotions like the ones he made me feel. Two weeks since I last saw his face. Two weeks since he stepped into the bar and refused to return my greeting. Two long weeks since he left me alone.

I know I asked him to leave me after one date. I know I asked him to stay away but I thought he was different. I wanted him to be different. I didn't expect him to really leave. But apparently he left and really left this time. It seemed he disappeared from the face of the earth. Guys like him were very easy to keep track of because their names were on everyone's lips and he was always in everyone's business. But he hadn’t been to the bar. I tried asking Brent but he was really evasive and hinting that I shouldn't ask for him. All he said was Drew had to leave town.

I took a trip down memory lane back to the day after the date when he showed up to the bar. I tried to say hi by waving but he completely ignored me. He also looked pretty expressionless and stoic. He walked past me and straight into Brent's office without a second glance in my direction. Even when he stepped out of the office he didn't acknowledge me.

Was he heartbroken? Did he think I really meant it when I said he should leave me alone? Did he leave to be away from me?

So many unanswered questions juggling in my head. I didn’t want to believe he left town because of me. Drew is a biker. He could handle a little rejection… or could he?

"Rachel are you with me?" Pecos called me back from wonderland by waving his hand in my face. I stopped the movement and lowered his hand back to the table.

"Huh?" I asked, completely out of it.

His face expressed worry and concern as he peered at me closely.

"What is it doll?" He asked in a calm, ready-to-listen-to-your-worries tone.

"Nothing really. Just thinking about a lot if things." I sighed and he hummed.

"Is it about Drew?" He asked and I wanted to deny it but at that point, I realized it didn’t even matter anymore whether I admitted to the truth. It wouldn't make any difference whether I denied or accepted the fact that I was always thinking of him. That I liked him.

"Yeah, most of it is." I said and he nodded.

"Okay, what exactly about him?" He asked "How did your date go?" He further inquired.

"How did you know I went on a date?" I quirked a brow at him.

He rolled his eyes at me in a way that said stop evading the question. "Does it really matter how I knew." He scoffed.

"Okay. It went well. But I gave him a condition to the date. I told him he had to leave me alone after just one date." I spilled and his mouth formed an 'o'.

"But did you really want him to leave you alone?" He asked.

"Not really. I guess he's bad for me but he wasn't bad to me." I confessed.

"Okay. So what are you going to do now?" Its seemed like he was picking out the questions from my head and making me answer them openly.

"I don't know. I already tried looking for him to talk but couldn't get to him."

"Did you ask Brent already? He should know something." Pecos said.

"Yeah, I already did. He told me Drew left town and said it in a tone that I should stop trying to look for more details on why he left." I shrugged, taking a sip of my malt drink.

"Hmm. That sounds suspicious,” He tapped his hand against his chin as if in deep thought.

"I know but I don't want to let this bother me any longer. If and when he shows his face then we'll talk but now I just don't wanna worry myself to death,” I said with a small smile.

"That's the spirit doll." Pecos smiled holding my hands and I smiled a little bit wider. Pecos was a really handsome man with delicate features and a kind of gentility to him. He would surely make a perfect partner if one biker didn't already snag my heart. I guess the saying was true—the good girls always ended up tangled in love with the bad boys. Of all cowboys and charming men, my heart had to pick Drew. But Drew was also charming. Ugh! now I'm daydreaming.

I drank the last gulp of malt and compressed the can with my hand before standing up from the table to dispose it in the trash. I wiped down the tables in the left wing of the bar while the other girls took the other portions in preparation for rush hour. We stocked up the bar with more drinks and brought in more ice. I took a glance at the clock to find that I still had a few minutes before rush hour.

I checked my phone hoping to see a message from him. Who was I kidding though? I bet he didn’t have my number. I replied a few hi messages from Paisley, and my dad asking what I wanted for dinner. I laughed and rolled my eyes at this. He still always ended up cooking what he wanted so why ask.

"Rachel, customers are coming in." One of the girls said to me from the door of the break room and I smiled in thanks. I returned my phone to my purse at the same time it pinged with a new message. I ignored it and went to the main bar to help out with the serving. I walked round with a fake smile plastered on my face, taking orders and relaying them to Pecos who skillfully mixed the drinks into different glasses, displaying playfully by juggling the shots glasses which made me laugh.

"You know if you drop one glass Brent will kill you,” I chuckled and he rolled his eyes, loading the drinks onto my tray. I carried them to the respective tables serving them accordingly. This went on for hours as usual before the last drinker left the bar. We repeated our ritual of wiping down the tables and tidying up the bar before everyone called it a night.

"Bye honey. Call me at any time if you need someone to talk to. Feel free to wake my snoring ass up." Pecos winked as he walked out of the bar blowing me a kiss making me chuckle.

"You ready Rach?" Brent asked and I nodded. We both left the bar and he put the bolt and chains into place. We got into his car and he rode off to my house.

"Thanks for dropping me off." I smiled in thanks and he nodded and gestured for me to go in. I turned on the alarm system and walked into the kitchen. I opened the microwave, grabbing my dinner and eating hurriedly so I could get my exhausted body into bed. I took the quickest shower ever and finally dropped like a log into the comfort of my bed.

I grabbed my phone to check the message I ignored earlier and it made my heart race with excitement.

Hey love,

Sorry I left town so quick. Had to handle business. I have a surprise for you though and you'll have to come to me to get it. Meet me at dawn on the road going north of shadow creek. Tell no one. Makes things more exciting and adventurous.

Love; Drew.

I scan the contents over and over again with a beaming smile on my face. I thought he left me. If only I knew he was planning something romantic. My tired body daydreams itself to sleep thinking of how exciting this secret getaway will be.

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I walked down the bushy path getting closer and closer to the road connecting shadow creek to the northern towns. My small travel bag on my arm as I walked cautiously to avoid getting hurt as it was still dark. I got to the road and stood there as the message directed. My heart beat fast in excitement like a run away bride waiting for her lover to come and take her to a land of bliss.

But I guessed I wasn't prepared for what happened to me right there and then. It dawned on me that unlike the bride, I wasn't going to a land of bliss but instead, I was taken to a land of torture.

Drew's POV

We arrived at my house in Raven hill early in the morning when it was still dark out. I wanted to move unnoticed and night was the best time for this. Wolfe, Dawg and I went straight to the study to lay out all our information and draft up a plan on how to catch the shooter. The other boys we came with stood guard around the house. I didn’t normally station boys to keep watch but with the recent attack no one knew who was next so we had to be at alert.

"What do we have guys?" I asked them as I sat behind my desk in my study. They occupied different positions in the room. Dawg at the bar downing shots and Wolfe at the shelf staring at books. I clapped my hands and they both turned their attention from the inanimate objects back to me.

"I asked what information we've gathered at the moment,” I repeated and Wolfe hummed.

"Well we know now that he isn't a Jaguar from what Kade told us. He sounded pretty honest." Wolfe said and Dawg scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"That's s**t right there. He could deny it knowing we already caught up. He's one to deny his boys so I wouldn't be surprised." Dawg sneered.

“Pretty true,” I chipped in as a reply to Dawg’s comment. Kade is well known for denying his bikers when they got themselves in trouble and he never hesitated to send out a biker from the brotherhood at the slightest fault.

Wolfe continued ignoring Dawg's retort.

"But he hinted that the person could be a former Jaguar from admitting the bike tyre tracks were the same as theirs, but he also said the top leaders got an upgrade though. The lower members haven't gotten theirs changed." He explained and I hummed but didn’t reply him. I wouldn't want to interrupt the gears turning in my head.

"Former Jaguar, Former Jaguar, Former Jaguar…" I muttered to myself tapping my finger against my chin hoping the answer to this not so hard puzzle will come to me. I knew a biker was recently sent out from the brotherhood but his name evaded me. Suddenly it came and I was 99% sure its him.

"Boys I think I've got the answer." I started and they looked at me.

"Who do you think it is?" Wolfe asked me.

"No I don't think. I know it is." I smirked.

"The Assassin." I said and their smirk matched the one on my face but Dawg's was deadlier. He had unsettled differences with The assassin and this seemed like the perfect opportunity for him to have his revenge. But what he didn’t know was nobody was dying by my boys hands.

"I say we pay him a visit, aye? Lets catch up on how our boy has been." Dawg cracked his knuckles and his neck indicating he was ready for a fight.

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I swirled the contents of my glass staring blindly at the movement of the golden liquid.

"Boss." Dawg called my attention.

"Any news?" I looked up at him and he shook his head in denial.

"No boss the fucker is still not talking." He said sounding exasperated and pissed.

I drained the whiskey, leaving the cup on the bar before getting up and heading for the basement with Dawg following closely behind me. I descended the stairs, coming face to face with the shooter. We managed to catch him after a few days of digging silently. Turned out he was someone I knew so well as his name was up there in my black book.

"Who sent you? Because I sure know the Jaguars didn't,” I asked to him and he scoffs.

"f**k. You." He said, spitting out blood at my feet which dropped few inches from my boots. I laughed; really loud and deep belly laughs.

"He spat at me Wolfe. The fucker spat at me." I stepped on his foot with my hard boot at the same time delivering a hard punch to his jaw. His head snapped to the side and he groaned in pain. I stepped back and shook my hand out trying to ease the equal pain in my hand from the punch.

"Who sent you?" I asked again and this time, he spoke up but in f*****g riddles.

"You already know who my boss is." He smirked and Dawg went to hit him again but I held him back.

"Can we just end the fucker!" He struggled to get free of my grip but I tightened my hand around his arm till he calmed down. I ordered one of the other bikers to guard the basement and I went up to my study with Wolfe and Dawg to regroup. We all needed clear heads if we wanted answers and with us breathing the same air as the fucker, someone had to be deprived of oxygen and it was most definitely going to him.

"He said I knew his boss already. Does anyone have any idea who that might be?" I asked the guys.

"We have many enemies, boss. As much as we hardly ever cause any trouble we are bikers and money lenders there will always be trouble following us. It could be anybody." Dawg said and I nodded in agreement.

"True. But we know for a fact that the Jaguars didn't send him." I said, tapping my finger against my chin. Govi, the shooter, used to be a Jaguar and their most trusted assassin but they sent him away from the brotherhood after he betrayed them. He knew about the bad blood between Shadow Creek bikers and the Jaguars of Woodland and tried to use it to his advantage. I thought the shooter was an amateur who did a very sloppy work and didn't know to cover up his tracks but it happened that the shooter was a professional who was only ordered to send us a message and who covered his tracks pretty nicely by making us think it was the Jaguars. Thank heavens I didn't charge into woodland and attack anyone.

"So what are we going to do?" I asked them and Dawg was quick to reply.

"I say we end him,” He scoffed and I glared at him.

"That's out of the question. He's our only chance of getting information." I said and he lifted his hand in surrender.

"Kay boss. Whatever you say." Dawg said and all this time Wolfe remained silent. I stared at him and he looked like he was in deep thought.

"What you got Wolfe?" I asked and he looked up at me and smirked. He's got something, and it was a big one.

"Well spill it dude!" Dawg said impatiently and I rolled my eyes. I only brought him with us because he was the most aggressive and always ready to fight. He’s a very impatient man and will rather fight than think.

"Govi has a daughter with a woman. I know where they live,” Wolfe said and I nodded in approval. I knew of this too.

"Nice,” I said and we all left the office for the basement. I went down and once more came face-to-face with Govi who smirked showing his bloody crooked teeth. His face had been battered with many different cuts and I knew for sure he was going to get more before the night fell if he kept running his mouth the way he did.

"You know what Govi…" I started, circling the chair he was tied to and he remained still with the smug smirk etched on his face. Well, that was about to be wiped off real soon.

"Me and my boys went up to regroup and you know what, or rather who we remembered?” I paused.

“Your daughter. What is she now? Five. I remember when you had her. You were still a Jaguar. Pity you had to leave your daughter behind in Woodlands when you were sent out. Word got to me that your kid and her mama still live in that same ol' house. You know the good thing about what you did… your weak attempt at putting me against the Jaguars backfired. It helped stop the feud between us. I could call up Kade and have him send his boys to pick ‘em up for me. Do you want me to do that?" I asked and the smirk has since long gone from his face and had been replaced by raw uncoated fear. He was shaking and fighting to free himself from the heavy chains used to bind him. Stupid thing to do.

"I wouldn't fight with the chains if I were you. They're pretty heavy, and deadly." Wolfe advised and immediately he stopped fighting it and started breathing hard.

"So I'll ask again. Who. The. f**k. Sent. You?” I asked coldly and he wasted no time in giving us a name.

My blood ran cold at the name. Who would've thought.

I thought he was dead. I never believed in the dead coming back to life but I guess I did in that moment. He was back and it gave me the chills because he was like the devil—

and like the devil, he definitely never played fair.