Page 6 of Vetting the Biker

Mallory sent me a text asking if she can stay the night with Carrie, and I can never deny her. I grabbed a bite to eat after we finished up at church, needing a distraction. With club business and seeing the monsters who walk amongst us, it makes going home to an empty house even more lonely. These men and women who abuse the partner they swore to love and cherish for the rest of their lives then something makes them destroy every aspect of their life whether it be relationships, work, or even with their fucking pastor. They need to know this is not okay. That kind of love always leaves me blindsided. I can’t imagine hurting someone I love physically, mentally, or emotionally. When Amber gave birth to Mallory, I found a new love I couldn’t describe and to hear how a parent could hurt a child makes my blood boil. I think about my parents a lot during cases of physical abuse and abandonment and for the life of me, I can’t understand what I could’ve done differently. I did the therapy after Amber left because I didn’t want to taint Mallory with my past. I can’t fix my parents, but I can make Mallory’s life better than mine. It’s been my goal since day one of finding out Amber was pregnant.

Mallory lives with me full time and Amber gets her every other weekend while trading off holidays. Amber travels a lot for work and some of it is international, so Mallory hasn’t seen her mom in a couple of months. It hurts her to not see her mom all the time, but Mallory understands it. Amber makes up for it when she is here by turning off her cell phone and focusing all her attention on Mallory. We may not have a relationship anymore, but I will say Amber is a great mom when she’s with Mallory.

I’m finishing up my bacon cheeseburger, sweet potato fries, and chocolate peanut butter shake at one of my favorite diners, Hot Meals. As I’m paying my bill, I feel like something is about to happen. I can’t put my finger on it. I tell everyone goodnight. I frequent this diner after I visit the clubhouse, since it’s on my way home. Walking out of the diner, I’m putting my wallet away when I feel this bump.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” This feminine voice reaches my ears as I feel her touching my chest.

“It was completely my fault. I wasn’t paying attention.” I look down at the woman touching me. The beautiful blue eyes stare into my eyes. Her long blonde hair and the curves on her are giving me some thoughts in my head. Thoughts like my having a fistful of blonde hair and how I’d bury my cock deep inside her pussy.

“I was texting and walking. I can’t even chew bubble gum and walk.” She laughs and my cock twitches in my jeans.

“No problem. Let me get the door for you.” I open the door for her, and I can’t help but take a quick peek at her ass.

“And who said chivalry was dead?” She winks at me.

“Try the shakes.” I lean close to her and can smell the sweet scent of her perfume. I want to say it’s a mix of fresh flowers and vanilla. “They are orgasmic.” Did I really fucking say that? I mentally slap myself. I don’t want her to think I’m this creep.

“I know. It reminds me ofWhen Harry Met Sally.”She winks before disappearing into the diner. I need to go rent this movie. I walk into the parking lot toward my bike when I see this guy acting weird near a big souped-up truck. As I straddle my bike, I nod, making a mental note of the Illinois license plate. I drive off to head back to my house. It’s a pleasant night for a ride.

I pull into the garage and head into the house. Entering the house, the silence makes my heart hurt. I’m glad I spoke with Battle Axe about getting a dog. I don’t even grab a beer but head to bed. Getting comfortable in bed after a quick shower, I search for the movieWhen Harry Met Sallyto find out what the blonde bombshell meant with the comment. I wonder what it would be like to hear the mysterious woman moan like that, and feeling her legs wrapped around my waist as I pound every moan out of her. I can feel my dick getting hard over a woman I barely spoke to, but there is something about her I can’t get out of my mind.

I need to relieve some of this pressure. As I move my hand inside my boxers, I stroke my cock from root to tip. I am imagining this mysterious woman on her knees as my cock disappears between her lips. I can feel my balls tighten up, and I know I am about to come, when suddenly my phone rings. It’s the tone for intakes.

“Fuck!” is all I can scream as I roll over to grab my phone. Battle Axe is calling. “Hey brother, what’s up?” I gruffly bark out into the phone.

“Sorry if I interrupted your evening activities,” the bastard chuckles out. “My good friend Ed called me about a potential intake. The woman is a divorced mom of one teen daughter, and her ex-husband is pushing the boundaries.” I hate these overgrown children throwing a tantrum.

“So she’s a possibility; is it bad he wants to make sure we’re on notice?” We usually don’t get too many cases like this. I grab the pen and paper I keep on my nightstand for calls like this so I can get a jumpstart in the morning if it doesn’t need my immediate attention.

“Yes, it is. Ed is worried about the daughter and her safety. The guy almost attacked the daughter’s boyfriend, thinking he was with the wife.” This guy seems like a real winner.

“Okay, do you want Eagle and me on it? I know Wolf is still on the hunt for the piece of shit ex-husband.” We talk for a few more minutes and then end the call. Tossing my phone next to me on the bed, the more I think about these cases, it blows my mind. These cases are coming more and more these days. I head into work tomorrow, so I’ll dive more into it when Ed comes into my office.

Thanks to Battle Axe for ruining yet another hard-on. I flop onto my bed and sigh. I might have to go back to the diner at night to get a glimpse of this goddess.

The mornings I work without Mallory are quite simple; coffee and a shower are the only two things in my routine. I decide to take my bike into work since Mallory is going with Amber for a few days. She’s taking her to some resort, something about mother/daughter spa days with relaxation.

I need to make sure to be available when Ed comes in so we can talk about this fresh case the Jesters need to focus on. Wolf is hunting for her prey and now we have a fresh case. I hope we don’t have to search very far for this guy, especially when our best hunter is so busy. The phones are ringing off the hook. I’m one of the three partners in this firm. We are the best criminal defense firm in three states. We travel to other states if needed, but I’m mostly here in Kentucky. I grab another cup of coffee from the break room before heading to my office. I sit down and open my laptop to check email. I hope Ed gets here soon because I have court this afternoon. My cell phone pings, indicating a text message.

Battle Axe: Got you a dog. Meet me at the clubhouse after work.

Me: Thanks man.

I ditch the email and start looking up what I need for a dog. I can’t wait to surprise Mallory with this dog. The websites make me feel slightly overwhelmed. What the fuck was I thinking?

Jenna

Ismile every time I pull into the parking lot of my veterinary clinic, Beauties of the Beast Clinic. We are one of five in the Midwest who cater to unique clientele. I’m a vet who can treat exotic animals. We are open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. I have a staff of twelve who go above and beyond for our clients, the animals. When I left Robert, he told me I couldn’t do this, and I prove him wrong daily. My parents put up the cost to buy the building, and since then I’ve grown so much, we bought the surrounding land to expand. They are my silent partners. I give them a percentage every month toward their retirement.

“Good morning, everyone!” I put a box of donuts on the counter.

“I love Mondays when you bring in treats.” Mary, one of my nurses, giggles.

“I always bring in treats. How was the weekend?” I ask as I walk around the desk.

“It was slow. I had a lot of cuddle time with the puppies and kitties.” Mary smiles. She loves working the weekends because it tends to be slower, and she can spoil the animals.

“How is Wesley?” I love my work associates have become more like family.

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