Page 7 of Her Protective Biker
Moose gave off rough-around-the-edges, bad ass vibes. He wasn’t a bleeding heart type like I was, but if he was willing to put his size and strength to use for the same goal I had, why would I say no?
I didn’t have Moose’s number and it was early. I chewed my lip debating taking a taxi to the shop, but what about the pups?
Officer Shaw had said that they worked with the MC more than against them, so what could it hurt to run the problem by Moose?
Just as I decided to try calling the number listed online for Rust Valley Garage, I heard the roar of a motorcycle engine in the distance.
Chapter Five
Moose
Blood drained from my face, then started to boil as I jogged back to the garage and threw a leg over my motorcycle. I broke more than a few traffic laws as I sped along the near deserted streets towards Hannah’s house.
I distantly registered the sound of another bike behind me and assumed it was Wrench or one of the Prospects.
I slowed as I neared her driveway letting out a shaky breath when I saw her standing in front of the house. Her face was drawn and she had her arms wrapped tightly around her middle, but she looked okay.
Wrench parked next to me and lit up a cigarette before he even dismounted.
“What happened?” I barked.
Hannah winced, and I reminded myself to tone it down. She didn’t need to know how much the idea of her in danger rattled me.
She gestured towards her car.
Wrench stubbed out his cigarette on his boot and we approached.
I knelt down to get a better look at the very obvious problem. “Did you call the cops?”
“The note said not to.” Hannah was clearly sweet but her soft spot for animals had her spooked. She had never dealt with something like this before. Luckily for her, we had.
“Good. Better not to get them more involved than we have to.”
She nodded, shifting from foot to foot.
I yanked the knife out of her tire, my jaw clenching at the idea of some fuck with a knife anywhere near Hannah. I read over the text of the note a few times before looking over at Wrench. “What do you think?”
“Need to update Deadeye and let Prez know what’s going on. Then we can come up with a plan to deal with these assholes.”
The club president, Rock, was an intimidating motherfucker. He was wide and tall, with a thick beard and more ink than skin. He hadn’t been president long, but he did what he said and I respected that. The fact that he had special forces training didn’t hurt either.
I nodded then turned my attention to Hannah. “The MC has been looking out for a group of shitheads that have been causing problems in town. Our guys can handle this. In the meantime, I don’t think you should be left alone.”
Her eyes widened. “You think this is that serious? That they might try and come back for the dogs?”
The fact that she only mentioned the dog’s safety and not her own was textbook Hannah. She knelt down and wrapped her arms around Daisy.
I squatted down beside her, a stray strand of her auburn hair had come loose from her ponytail and I tucked it behind her ear. “Better safe than sorry is how we handle shit like this. We can have one of the Prospects keep an eye out or–”
“No, I want you to do it. If I am going to have a guard dog, I want it to be you.”
Well shit, I didn’t have a problem with that. “You got it.”
She gave an efficient nod.
I caught Wrench’s eye and jerked my chin towards the end of the driveway.
He nodded and we both stepped away. “So, she your old lady now or what?”
