The Biker's Good Nurse: Savage Wheels MC

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Fawn’s POV

“Today marks a year since you quit your nursing job just to be at home and run errands for your stepmum. How long are you going to be like this?” Remy asked me who was busy doing laundry. “You still have a long way to go in education, and I thought as you returned here, your dad would enroll you back in college.”

I swallowed hard and pressed my lips together. The thought of it had always made me go pale, but I decided it was best to move on with what life was giving me.

Three years ago, I returned to my biological family. No! My dad came for me after my uncle, whom I'd lived with from childhood, died, and a funeral was held for him. He took me back here, and I thought my life would begin being a bed of roses.

Not like living with my uncle was hell, but my dad seemed wealthier than my uncle. And after two years of working and supporting them, I was forced to stop work and focus on taking care of the household as the first child.

“Babe, tomorrow's my mum's memorial day. I'd be visiting her grave." I said to Remy, as I just recalled. Mum passed on after my delivery, and Dad remarried a few months later, leaving me with my uncle, who trained me singlehandedly.

Well, I thought it was because of my stepmum, and maybe she didn't like me. But she'd been nice since I came home, and was also the one who initiated that I stop working while they funded my account instead, although they didn't do that monthly.

I didn't want to discuss them with Remy, so I just focused on the laundry until I was done and began spreading the clothes.

“Should I get you a job?” she asked, trailing behind me as I spread the clothes. “Do you like being idle? Don't you want to go back to school?”

I really wanted to, but my family ain't mentioning that, and I didn't want to disobey them and get kicked out. I believed that after they were done training my stepsiblings, they would focus on me.

So I said to Remy, “You don't have to worry so much about me. But I want to know if you'll go to the memorial home with me tomorrow?”

She nodded, “Sure! Should I ride us? I'll steal my dad's bike.”

I giggled, “You don't have to. If he doesn't want you riding it, then we can board a cab. I have money with me.”

But she shook her head, "I'll handle the expenses, please. You don't need to spend when you aren't even working.”

So lovely. She'd always been this way since I was with my uncle, and I had also thought life would be better if I began staying with my dad.

Her dad was the biker president of the Savage Wheels MC, and even though I hadn't seen him in person, the photo of him I saw was just a resemblance to her. She lost her mum to the same fate as mine, too, so that made us lean to each other from the outset.

When I was done, I led her out, and she took a taxi back, so I returned to the house to begin preparing dinner before everyone returned. I had served it in the dining room, and while dishing it, my stepmum called out to me from the sitting room.

Apparently, we had a visitor, and I didn't know. The house had been quiet as a clue that my siblings weren't back yet.

“This is Phillip,” my mum gestured, and I bowed slightly to the man. Opposite the man sat my dad, who had smiles all over his face. “Uhm, he's here because of you,” she added, and my jaw dropped. “Phillip is a businessman who trades across the town and countries."

I nodded, “So why is he here for me? I have no interest in business.”

My dad chuckled, “Fawn is at it again. That's not the case here,” he said and sat out comfortably, and the Phillip or whatever was grinning. “He is very much interested in you and would love to have you as a wife.”

As a wife!

As a wife?

What does that mean?

Such an ugly duckling with a pot belly wanted me as a wife, and my dad was accepting because he was a businessman? He doesn't look attractive in any way, looks far older than I was, and his business could even be illegal.

I walked towards my dad and squatted, “Do you mean, I would marry him?” I asked gently, and he nodded cheerfully. “Like, we would become husband and wife?”

“Is there anything else about marriage aside from that? You're always at home doing nothing but running around the house, and that's the kind of woman Phillip wants, so you could do it, right?” my stepmum said lividly behind me.

My brows arched.

“Mum?!” I didn't know when the word left my lips.

How was she sounding that way when she was the one who suggested and insisted that I stop work? I sacrificed my nursing job just so they would have the time for theirs, and this was her using it against me?

What a joke!

I scoffed and rubbed the bridge of my nose.

Getting married at twenty-two wasn't in my plan. Talk of someone so unattractive as this man, someone whom I could call my uncle. He wouldn't be less than twenty years older than I was, and maybe I could have managed if he were at least good-looking and charming like the kind of man I wanted.

How do I parade this man as my husband? Remy would surely cut off with me if I dared drop my vision and step into marriage.

I turned to my dad, who had never cared for my future, and said to him, “I'm sorry, Dad, but I'm not ready for marriage yet. I have a lot that I need to take care of by myself, so he could go ahead and choose anyone ready for marriage out there.”

He wore a scowl, his palms clenched between his legs. “Don't you want to go back to school? Philip will see you through college to grab all the levels of education you want. And this is the highest favor I can do to you because a lot of women out there are already…

“I am not interested then, and it's so good that a lot of women out there are all over him.” I cut my dad short, a knot twisting in my gut. “Honestly, I was expecting that someday you would train me or maybe let me work again and train myself. I thought you stopped me from working, so you could double your hustle for my sake, so what's this, Dad? Is that why you brought me home? I could make a living out there alone, but…”

My chest was about to burst in anger.

What kinda father do I even have?

So, stopping my work wasn't out of help but to use me as they want? Is this how he was taking care of the child his late wife left behind?

I was about to say something else when my stepmum added, “Look, I felt so pitiful for you and ignored the jinn you could have been possessed with so you could stay with us. And staying here means that you would accept whatever is thrown at you, including being married off…”

“And if I refuse?” I asked her, at that moment, the door creaked, and my stepsiblings walked in.

Her chin raised in a sinister smile, “Then you can't stay under this roof with us. I won't have my husband waste his money on a possessed child who killed her mum, so you had better accept the marr…

“Over my dead body! I will never get married to this man right here, and no one will force me into marriage when I'm not ready for it." I retorted, my blood boiling, and I walked out on them.