Page 2 of Her Protective Biker
Before we’d gotten to the bottom of who was spraying up the alleys, a few high school kids had landed in the hospital, OD’d on some drug or another. That was another thing about the Savage Kings. We didn’t sell the hard shit, and we didn’t let anyone else either.
Then the lock to the back door of the Black Crown had been tampered with. Hadn’t gotten it open, but who would be dumb enough to try? The Black Crown was a bar, but more than that it was our home base. Between the chopper welded to the roof and the Savage Kings MC cut hanging behind the bar, everyone in town knew who ran the place. Attempting to break in was the same as declaring war.
We just had to find out who was making the declaration.
That’s not to say I thought the Cat Queen was running drugs and marking up buildings, but a new face at the same time as things started to shift made the guys antsy.
Then again, if one of them had something to say about our new neighbor, they would have to answer to me. A woman that sweet needed someone at her back in this town, and I’d be the one doing the protecting.
Chapter Two
Hannah
“That is not how we make a good impression on the neighbor, Peaches,” I cooed to the big cat as I walked back to Snuggle Squad Rescue center. Although was there a right way to meet a member of a biker gang? Surely, not in a dark alley. Although I didn’t get dangerous vibes from Moose, as much as I think he wanted me to. He’d reunited me with my runaway cat. How a man treated a cat told me everything I needed to know. Cats didn’t take crap from anyone and I trusted their judgment more than my own. Peaches looked right at home between his big black combat boots.
I had a hard time not laughing at the sight of the tall, tattooed man decked out in jeans and leather glaring down at Peaches who couldn’t have cared less. I’d counted at least three skull tattoos on him. One on his hand, one on his arm and one on the front of his neck. There was barely any bare skin under all the ink on his left arm. If he’d offered me a tour of whatever other ink he had hiding under his grease streaked clothes, I would have gladly agreed.
I went into Snuggle Squad Rescue center and shut the door firmly behind me before letting Peaches go. The center didn’t look like much on the outside, it was a modular building that had only taken a few weeks to assemble on the plot of land I’d bought. I’d added a fence for any dogs I might take in and tada!Instant animal shelter. If there was a better way to spend my lottery win, I didn’t see it.
My phone vibrated in the pocket of my scrubs and when I saw my best friend, Montana’s, name on the screen I hit accept.
“Hey, hun, I just got back from capturing a runaway Peaches. What are you up to?”
“I need a favor, and it is already on its way to you so I hope you say yes.”
I pursed my lips, wanting to be annoyed and failing. “What is it?”
Montana worked dispatch for the local police. They were a small precinct and everyone knew about my new animal rescue. If they needed help they knew to call soft-hearted Dr. Carter.
She blew out a breath. “We executed a search warrant on a place just outside town today. Looks like they were trying to set up a dog fighting ring. We took custody of a mama pit bull with a litter of four young puppies. They seem to be in good shape, but they need a place to stay until the pups are old enough to be weaned and given new homes.”
I peaked out the window when I heard the sound of an engine. A police car had pulled up out front. “I think they’re here. I should go check on them.”
“You’re the best, girl. Thank you. I’ll see you at yoga later.”
I ended the call, my mind already on what I needed to do.
I grabbed a dog crate and ran out the front door to greet Officer Shaw. He was a tall, thin man in his fifties. Salt and pepper hair and deep lines around his eyes from years as one of the only officers in town.
“What do we have?” I asked, snapping on a pair of gloves.
Officer Shaw rubbed his forehead with his wrist. “I think we got there in time. Mama dog is skittish as hell, but doesn’t have any visible wounds or scars. Pups are young but seem to be okay,too. We will keep investigating, see if they were tied to any other criminal activity.”
I nodded. “Well, I’m glad they are okay.”
“Me, too. Sort of.”
My brow dropped. “What do you meansort of?”
He held up a hand. “I don’t want anything to happen to the dogs. That’s not what I meant. It’s just, we got to these guys before they’d really set up shop. We don’t have much to charge them with. We were only there on a noise complaint for the barking. No reason why they won’t be out in the next twenty four hours and right back to it.”
My stomach clenched. “You’ll keep an eye on them though, right?”
He nodded. “As best we can, like always. More criminals than there are cops. That’s why we let those guys stick around.” He nodded his chin towards my neighbors.
I glanced towards the garage where I’d met Moose earlier. The area was relatively rural and open. We each had a decent sized piece of land. Even so, I could see three men standing with arms crossed over their chests watching the exchange.
“Who are they?”
