Rafael: Golden Eagles MC, #1

By Molly Black

Callie has been hiding in plain sight ever since her dad tried to sell her out, or well, sell her. She's in her last year of college and isn't expecting to fall in love with a hot biker guy. But then again, most of her life has been unexpected. 

Raf has been living a quiet life, well as quiet as you can be being part of a large MC. He's put his previous life and job behind him and focuses on his dogs. He figures he's doing well until a trip to a bar changes everything. She's a bit sweet and tart but she's worth it. And when it comes time to protect her, he'll do everything he can. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: MB
• Release date: Aug 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393591672

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Chapter 1

Rafael

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The wind whipped through my hair and the hum of the bikes filled the air. The highway was perfect as was the weather. It was a nice ride into Denver, and I was glad to be part of meeting. Kain and I had been sent by our president to meet with a guy who could supposedly help us. Whether he really could or not, I wasn’t so sure.

As a member of the Golden Eagle MC, I was used to being sent to meetings like this. Hopper, our president, trusted me to get the job done, and when he couldn’t be there himself, he would often send me and another in his place.

I wasn’t sure what he was doing today, but he had told me and Kain this morning that he needed us to head into Denver to talk to this inventor at a bar. Find out whether he would be able to help one of our brothers who had recently lost an arm in a rather vicious accident.

I was more than happy to take on the challenge. I didn’t like to see any of my brothers hurt, and it was hard seeing a man who was once so full of spirit suddenly trapped by the fact he only had one arm left. He didn’t want to give up riding, but it didn’t look like it would be easy for him to continue unless we could figure out something for a prosthetic.

The accident had been stupid, really. A car not looking when it decided to change lanes. Cars were something I tried to avoid when I was on the street. Too many men had lost their mobility, their limbs, and their lives to poor drivers, and I didn’t want to be the next.

But, I did know if I were to be in such an accident, I wouldn’t want to give up riding. The MC was my life, and the bike was my lifeline. I rode it everywhere, I couldn’t imagine what life would be like if I suddenly couldn’t ride anymore.

Neither of us spoke along the journey. We really couldn’t talk unless we were stopped, and that was fine with me. Though Kain was good company and I thought highly of him, I didn’t like to talk a lot when we were on the road. I wanted to get to where we were going and enjoy the ride along the way.

There wasn’t a need for a lot of words.

Luckily for me, Kain felt the same way.

Denver was looming ahead of us, rising up in the distance as we drew ever closer to our destination. I liked the city well enough, but I was glad I didn’t live there. Too many people. Too crowded. I would way rather be out on the road knowing that I had the freedom to just go and not have to worry about getting stuck in traffic.

But then, that was one of the biggest pros of living in a small town. Derby, not far from Denver, was the lovely little town I liked to call home. It was perfect for me. Not too crowded, but enough people to keep it interesting when I hit up the bars.

I was already looking forward to getting back there as we entered Denver, blending in with the rest of the traffic as we drove through the streets, looking for the right bar. We had a name, and I knew the general area of where it might be, but I wasn’t sure exactly.

We’d left early to allow for extra time to find the place, not wanting to leave this guy waiting for us. We might be in the MC, but we were stone cold professional when it came to these meetings. I didn’t like to be kept waiting, not by a long shot, and I didn’t push things on people that I didn’t want to be pushed on me.

Finally, we found it. I pulled up in front, putting my bike in park as Kain did the same. He pulled off his helmet as he looked at the place with a critical eye.

Not exactly what I was expecting, he said.

It’s a bar, I replied. Not going to be the classiest of places.

True, he said. Hopefully he’s here already.

We’ll grab a drink and have a seat. I’m sure he’s not going to be long, I replied. The two of us walked through the old door and into the dimly lit room. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust despite the lit LED advertisements hanging on the walls.

A single bartender was working the bar, and there were only a few other patrons in the room. Many of them were staring down into their drinks, looking miserable. Of course, I couldn’t imagine wanting to get drunk at one PM on a Wednesday. There had to be a lot going on in their lives to prompt them to be there that early, beer in hand.

We walked over to the bar and the bartender walked over. Immediately, I was struck. I had thought she looked rather young when we walked through the door, but being closer to her, I suddenly realized just how hot she was. Her face was lean and her eyes bright green.

Her body, though petite, was curvy and inviting. She had brown hair pulled to the side of her head in a messy bun, and a smile that melted my heart. My first instinct was to start hitting on her, but at that moment, Kain nudged my arm.

There’s our guy, he said. Already got a beer, too.

Good, I replied. I turned to the bartender. That’ll be two Millers.

She grabbed the bottles from under the bar and handed them to me, and I gave one to Kain as the two of us headed over to the inventor.

Mr. Snider? I asked.

Gentlemen, he said with a nod. He rose from the table and shook each of our hands, then we all sat back down. I’m glad you could make it. Pity Hopper could not.

He’s got his own business to attend to, Kain replied. Now we’re looking for someone who can put together a prosthetic for our brother. It’s going to have to be something a little different than what you normally find as we are part of the MC and spend a lot of time on our bikes. We want him to be able to ride again.

I figured as much with the vests, Mr. Snider nodded to the garments both me and Kain were wearing. And do you need this to be able to function as an actual arm as well?

Kain continued to explain to him what it was we were looking for, but it was hard for me to pay attention. My mind kept drifting to the hot girl behind the bar. I wanted to get her name. I wanted to figure out more about her. She was so enchanting, though all she had done was hand me two beers.

There was another man in the bar now, sauntering up to the counter and getting a little too friendly with her. I couldn’t hear entirely what they were saying, but it was clear from where I sat she was telling him to fuck off. He wasn’t getting the hint, but she wasn’t putting up with his shit.

He seemed to be trying to get her to give him her number or something, but it clearly wasn’t going to happen.

You get out of my bar or I’m going to get the bouncer! she finally snapped, loud enough for the entire bar to hear. Several people turned to see what was going on, and the man appeared to be rather embarrassed. He gave her a dirty look and grabbed his beer, sauntering off to another side of the bar.

She shook her head and looked annoyed, grabbing a bar mop off the counter and starting to scrub it down. It was enjoyable to watch. Clearly, this was a feisty one who wasn’t afraid to stand up for herself, and I found that incredibly attractive.

What do you think about that? Kain broke into my thoughts and I turned my attention back to the conversation at hand. I really hadn’t been paying attention to what they were talking about, but I trusted Kain would be able to handle it. He knew the situation and what Hopper wanted, and from the bits and pieces I did hear, he had done a great job of explaining it to this guy in front of us.

Do you think you can pull it off well? I asked, ignoring the question.

For the right price, I can build you an arm that can ride a bike by itself, Mr. Snider said with a laugh. We both joined in and Kain took over once more.

And what do you call the right price? he asked.

It’s going to reach into the thousands, Mr. Snider replied. I hope you boys have the money for that. I’m not familiar with MCs and I’m not sure what you get paid.

The MC doesn’t pay us, I told him. We have our own jobs. But trust me, money isn’t going to be a problem if you get us what we want.

Then you have yourselves a deal, he said. He rose and shook our hands once more.

How long is this going to take to produce? I asked. We would like it as soon as you can get it out.

I’m going to get started on it tonight. Trust me, you aren’t going to be disappointed, he said with a laugh. It was good to meet you both. Hopper has my number and can get a hold of me any time, day or night.

Excellent. Good meeting you, I shook his hand then Kain followed suit. Mr. Snider made a quick exit out the side door, and Kain turned back to me.

That was easy, he said.

I thought so, too. Glad to know we’re going to be getting that prosthetic after all, I told him. It’s going to be nice to see him on the road again.

He deserves it, that’s for sure, Kain agreed. We both finished our beers then left a tip on the table, rising to head back home. But, on the way out the door I couldn’t help but look one more time at the woman behind the counter. Just a parting glance was all I wanted, but Kain saw me do it.

You want to go talk to her? he asked.

I shook my head. I had considered going over to see if she was okay after the interaction I’d witnessed, but I changed my mind. I didn’t get the impression she wanted any more attention.

Let’s get out of here, I want to get back home, I told him. He nodded and the two of us left, hopping back on our bikes before heading back toward the interstate. I was glad we had good news to take back to Hopper, and I was glad we had been successful in our mission to get the prosthetic.

The woman behind the counter had been a nice piece of eye candy to look at during the process, and I knew it was going to be a while before I got her out of my mind. But, I had my own life to live in Derby, and she was here in Denver. There wasn’t any need to start anything that would bring me back here often.

Besides that, she didn’t seem too receptive of male attention.

Chapter 2

Callie

I hadn’t made the best tips all week, and I was feeling rather down about it. I was relying on the tips more than I wanted to admit, as my boss didn’t pay me much hourly. But, I was able to pick up as many shifts as I wanted, and I was covering for my coworker Julia whose mother was having emergency surgery that day.

Being a bartender wasn’t my first choice for a job, but it was one that usually got me good tips. I didn’t want to be just a waitress, knowing they didn’t make nearly as much money as I would tending bar.

Not to mention, this was one of the quieter bars in town, which meant I had time to do homework on the side. It wasn’t easy working more than full time while trying to get my degree in school. But, my boss was understanding about the fact that I had homework to do, and would often turn a blind eye to the fact I was working on the sly.

As long as there weren’t customers at the bar itself, he didn’t care what I did with the extra time I had standing there. I kept the place clean as I went along, which meant I didn’t have to do a lot of cleaning between customers. And with few customers walking in and out of the bar during the day, I had a lot of time to work on my books.

There was a part of me that even considered staying in school longer and going for my PhD. It would be hard going through another four years of this, but I knew in the end it would all be worth it. I could get out of Denver and head somewhere far from here.

Maybe even New York City.

I didn’t care. I was tired of life here in Colorado, and I didn’t have much by way of family. My relationship with my father was nonexistent. I didn’t want anything to do with him after he tried to sell me to cover some of his gambling debt.

My mother had taken off with another man when I was sixteen, leaving me in the care of a man who would stoop to the level of doing something like that. I had an older sister. But, like my mother, she had packed her bags one day and took off with some guy, never to speak to us again.

I was pissed off at life, and determined to show the world that I could succeed despite the fact I had been dealt a rough hand. I would get through school and get an excellent job and do what everyone else in my family did – vanish into thin air.

I was ready to start a new life already, but I knew I had to put in the hard work if I was going to get the payoff in the long run. And that meant I was going to have to stand through these shifts and try to get my homework done when I could. It wasn’t too bad overall, but I didn’t appreciate it when I had to deal with the drunk fools that got too handsy with me from the other side of the bar.

Like the man from the other