My Sugar Biker Daddies

Chapter 1: The Wrong Shot Elsie’s POV I thought the desert at night would be the perfect place to get the most beautiful photos. The desert was peaceful and quiet, far away from the noisy city. I had driven out here all by myself in my old car. My camera sat in the passenger seat next to me. I was twenty-two years old, and taking pictures was my favorite thing in the whole world. I was chasing a special vision. I wanted a shot of the bright white moonlight shining on shiny motorcycle metal. I wanted to capture the thick clouds of dust swirling in the air behind fast bikes. Most of all, I wanted to show the millions of bright stars stretching across the dark sky forever. Moments like this always made my heart beat fast with happy excitement. I loved my work. I got out of my car and walked to a small hill. The night air was a little cold against my skin. I lifted my heavy camera up to my eyes, turned the small dials to adjust the settings, and hit the record button. I wanted to make a time-lapse video of the night sky. As I waited, a low, deep rumble started in the distance. The sound of heavy motorcycle engines grew louder and louder, making the ground shake a little bit under my shoes. I smiled behind the camera lens. I thought my perfect shot was about to happen. Then, everything went wrong. Through my camera lens, I saw headlights cut through the darkness. The bikes stopped in a wide, open clearing just ahead of me. Three large men got off their bikes and started fighting. It was not a small argument. It was a hard, mean, and violent fight. They threw heavy punches at each other. I watched in shock as one of the men went down to the ground. I could see a bright patch on his leather vest that showed he belonged to a different, rival motorcycle club. The tallest man of the group stepped forward. He did not look back. He ended the fight permanently. My hands started shaking so hard that I almost dropped my camera. My breath got stuck in my throat. I looked down at the small screen. I had recorded the entire thing. Every single second of the crime was saved on my memory card. Panic hit me like a wave of cold water. I needed to run. I needed to get back to my car and drive away as fast as I could. But before I could even take one step backward, a very large, heavy hand clamped tightly over my mouth from behind. I tried to scream, but no sound could come out. My voice died against warm skin and hard muscle. I struggled, but the person holding me was way too strong. “Got ourselves a little photographer,” a deep, rough voice muttered right next to my ear. They put a dark blindfold over my eyes so I could not see where we were going. After a long, bumpy ride, they brought me inside their clubhouse. It was a huge compound with giant walls and fences around it. I had only seen this scary place from a long distance away when driving on the highway. Inside a large, dimly lit room, someone pulled the blindfold off my face. The bright light hurt my eyes for a second. When I could see clearly again, I found myself standing in front of a very scary older man. He sat in a big chair like a king. He looked like he was in his mid-eighties, with deep lines on his face and hair as white as snow, but he still looked incredibly powerful. He had cold gray eyes that looked like ice. This man was Stone Callahan, the President of the motorcycle club. He held my camera in his big, wrinkled hands. He pressed play and watched the video I had just taken in the desert. The footage was painfully clear. You could see every face and every movement. My stomach twisted into a tight, painful knot from pure fear. “I won’t say anything to anyone,” I whispered desperately. My voice was small and shaking. “Please… I promise. I was just out there taking pictures of the stars. Please just let me go home to my family.” Stone leaned back in his leather chair. Despite being an old man of eighty-something years, his voice was strong and heavy. He did not look angry; he looked bored, which was even scarier. “Can’t take that chance, sweetheart,” he said slowly. He nodded his head toward three men who were standing near the wall. All three of them were very tall, heavily built, and covered from neck to wrist in dark tattoos. They looked to be around forty-one years old. They looked powerful, dangerous, and very intimidating. “These are my grandsons,” Stone said, pointing a finger at them. “Dean, Collin, and Jeremy. They will be watching you from now on.” My heart hammered wildly against my ribs as I looked at each of them. Dean was the biggest one. He had a serious look on his face and a commanding presence that made people want to obey him. Collin was quieter than the others. He had intense, dark eyes that seemed to look straight through me, reading all my secrets. Jeremy stood with his arms crossed. He had a slight, dangerous smirk on his lips, as if he found this whole situation amusing. Stone’s voice was cold and left absolutely no room for argument. “You will stay here with them. You will live in their private quarters. No phone for you. No leaving this compound. You are theirs to watch until we decide what we want to do with you.” Theirs. That single word sent a cold shiver straight down my spine. Dean stepped closer to me. His heavy boots made a loud thud on the floor. His voice was low, deep, and steady. “This is for your safety as much as it is for ours, Elsie. Be a good girl, do what you are told, and we will take good care of you. But if you try to run away…” He stopped talking. He did not finish the sentence. He did not need to. The threat was clear. They walked me through the long hallways of the clubhouse until we reached a heavy wooden door. When they opened it, I was surprised. It was a very nice suite of rooms. It had a big, soft bed, warm lighting, and comfortable furniture. It looked more like a luxury apartment in the city than a dark prison. But as soon as we all walked inside, I heard the heavy sound of the lock turning. The three men stood inside the room with me. This beautiful place was still a prison, and I was not allowed to leave. Jeremy closed the door completely and leaned his back against it. He folded his arms and watched me with that same bad-boy smile. “Welcome home, little photographer,” he purred. Collin walked over to the large windows. He checked the locks carefully, making sure they were completely secure so I could not climb out. “You are under our protection now,” he said in a quiet tone. Dean stood in the middle of the room. He studied my face for a long moment. His expression was impossible to read. “Get some rest, Elsie,” he said. “You are going to need it.” I walked over to the big bed and sat down on the very edge of the mattress. I pulled my knees up to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. My camera was gone. My freedom was completely gone. I was trapped in this room with three powerful biker brothers who now controlled every single part of my life. And the most frightening part of all? Deep inside my chest, a tiny, confusing flutter told me that I was not completely terrified of them. I was safe, but I was also caught in their web. End of Chapter 1