Bain: Golden Eagles MC, #5

By Molly Black

Quinn knows exactly what she wants and who she doesn't want it with. Working with him is one thing, but falling for him? Not in the cards. But when he preconceived notions of him are tested, will she realize she might really know herself that well at all?

Bain fully understands how she thinks of him, but he's not going ot let that get in the way of their professional relationship, until it does. He know show people see him and maybe he's okay with that until it affects the budding thing they have. Will it work out when they both think they know the other one?

• Language: English
• Publisher: MB
• Release date: Aug 22, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393724315

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Chapter 1

Bain

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It’s like nine in the morning! What the fuck makes you think I’m even out of bed yet?

Annoyed, I shot the text message back to Kain and rolled over on the pillow, throwing my arm beneath it and lying down further into the softness of the cushion. I was far from a morning person, that was for sure, and everyone in the MC knew this.

If I was needed, it had better be after the hour of noon or I was going to be in a piss poor mood and do as little as possible to participate. Unless there was an emergency, that is. But it didn’t sound like this was any emergency. This sounded like one of his stupid meetings he liked to call at the ass crack of dawn and expect us all to show up with smiles.

Then again, he didn’t work at the bar much anymore. He was a bouncer for a while, but with the other jobs demanding more of his time, he spent less and less time staying until two in the morning and more time leaving at a reasonable hour.

Of course, I could blame that on his stripper girlfriend. He wanted to be home with her more than anything, and who could blame her. Sloan was hot as Hell and she knew it. And, I could only imagine what it would be like to go home to a woman who knew how to give a real strip tease every night.

But, Kain was being relentless. And, since he was the VP of our MC, I couldn’t exactly ignore him because I was tired and somewhat hungover. The Golden Eagles was life to most of us, me included.

I didn’t ever have much of a home life to speak of growing up, and they had become a family to me. They were the brothers I never had. And Hopper, our president, well, he was like a father to most of us.

He might not be that much older than some of us, but he was still the mentor we needed. He was the leader we were proud to follow, and the one we were happy to obey when he gave orders.

So, when I got yet another text message from Kain, I knew I had little choice but to drag myself out of bed and go see what it was he wanted.

Hopper says to get your ass in here before he sends me to come drag your ass down here

I sighed. I knew Kain would do it, too. He wasn’t afraid to push us around. And whether it was in good fun or not, I didn’t want him to be pushing me around. With a sigh, I rolled onto my back and lifted my phone above my head and typed the answer.

I’m going to shower and get some coffee in me, then I’ll be down. This better be good if you’re getting me up at this hour

I hit send and set my phone back on the nightstand. I didn’t expect to hear back from him, so I simply dragged myself out from under the warm sheets and headed for the shower. It was getting on toward fall, and the mornings were a lot colder than they had been.

Denver was known for its cold winters along with the hot summers, but I wasn’t ever ready for the winter when it came. I knew a lot of the other guys liked it when the weather started to turn. They started talking about how nice it was going to be to hang out and drink the spiked cider in the clubhouse while shooting the shit over what was going on around town.

All I could think about was the fact I was going to have to put my bike back in storage and deal with my shitty car for the next few months.

I got through the shower quickly and headed out to the car, stopping by a coffee shop to grab a mug before heading down to the clubhouse. I wasn’t ever hungry in the morning, though I had heard from more than one person that it was better to eat something when you were feeling hungover than to just let it go.

I wasn’t so sure. I didn’t want to get to the clubhouse and have to head right to the bathroom, especially if the president himself was going to be there. It was rare for Hopper to want to meet any of us alone this early. He was more of the kind of leader who could call for the entire core of the club to come together for a meeting rather than just choose one or two of us.

And, it didn’t help that Kain was the other person who was going to be present. Kain was the VP. So I was meeting with the first and second in command at the same time. Alone.

I wondered what I did.

I headed into the clubhouse feeling a lot more human than I had an hour before, finding Kain and Hopper sitting at the table. They both had coffee in front of them and were chatting, but they looked up when they saw me.

Glad you finally managed to roll in, Hopper said.

Sorry, it was a late night at the bar, I told him.

You still bouncing over there? he asked.

Randy gave me a raise. With the other guys dropping off like flies he thought that he should give me some incentive to stay, I gave Kain a look as I spoke, and he shook his head.

I’m still there a couple nights a week, he said with a shrug. You try working three jobs and keeping a girl happy while staying sane.

That’s why I never got too involved with a girl, I said with a smirk. Hit it and split it, that’s the way I like to do things.

And you wonder why you are the only one of us who still doesn’t have someone hanging off your arm when we hit up the barbecues, Kain said with a smirk.

I clenched my fists and unclenched them. It was hard at times talking to Kain without wanting to punch him right in the face. I loved the guy with everything I had in me, but there were also times when he really knew how to push my buttons.

Alright, alright you two, Hopper interjected before I had the chance to argue. We all live our lives as we see best, and as I recall, there was a time when none of you thought you were ever going to settle down with anyone.

We both relaxed slightly. I knew he was right. There had been a time when we were the five bachelors. I was the last one left, and I had no intentions of changing that. If Kain had fallen for a stripper and Raf a bartender, then who was left for me to fall for?

So what did you two drag me down here for? I repeated.

We need to talk, Hopper said.

I wanted to point out that was obvious, but I merely sat down with my cup of coffee in my hand. The two other men looked at each other for a moment before Hopper gave Kain a slight nod in my direction.

I’m going to be stepping down as the VP, he announced. I could have fallen off my seat. There were a lot of things I thought were going to come out of his mouth, but that certainly wasn’t one of them.

What? was all that managed to come out of my mouth. Hopper took over before he had the chance to say anything else.

Kain and Raf have both gotten promotions at the lumberyard, and they are going to be taking on a lot more responsibility there. The boss is going to be stepping into a much lesser role, leaving them to handle most of the grunt work, and I don’t blame him, he said as he stretched, showing off his own aged arms.

I took a drink of my coffee, guessing what this had to do with me, but trying not to think about where this was all headed. I didn’t want to lose Kain, and I had a feeling we were about to. Raf, too, from the sound of things. If the two of them were going to be at the lumberyard more, and if they were both going to continue with their work at the bar, then when were they going to have time to stick with the club?

You’re leaving? I managed at last. I hoped there wasn’t an ounce of emotion in my voice, though I had a feeling there was.

Not the MC, Kain assured me. But I’m not going to have the same amount of time that I did have to manage the VP duties that I once did, and that’s where you come in.

What are you saying? I asked.

We’re asking you to step up, Hopper said. I talked to Kain about it extensively, and he feels that you are the best candidate of everyone. You know what you’re doing in leadership positions, you’re good with finances, and you would be best suited for the job.

I wasn’t so sure. For starters, I wasn’t that good with finances. I hired someone else to take care of most of mine. But, it was also tempting to step into the role. I had wanted to work my way up in the club for as long as I could remember, and here was my chance.

But, it also scared the shit out of me. How the Hell was I going to be the one who was second in command to Hopper? When he wasn’t around, that meant it was going to fall to me to take care of the shit that went on in town.

And the Golden Eagles were known for their ability to be able to handle things before law enforcement had to get involved. We had established ourselves as an MC who was worth our weight in gold, and we did our best to make sure the streets stayed free of not only drugs, but of gun running and anything else we didn’t want on the streets of Derby.

Our reach stretched all the way to Denver as well. It might be a lot bigger of a city than where we lived here, but it was certainly manageable for what we did.

And you think that I’m going to be the right man for the job? I asked again in disbelief. Not Ryne or Raf?

Like we said, Raf is going to be at the lumberyard a lot more himself, and you know Ryne practically lives at the restaurant. No, if there is one person here who can handle this, it’s got to be you. Will you do this for us? Hopper asked.

I sat back in my chair, taking another long drink of my coffee and wishing that I’d poured in some whiskey before I came. This was exactly what I wanted, but I never thought I was ever going to get the chance to actually have it.

There was a pause for a moment as I thought, then I took a deep breath. If I’m going to take on this position, I’m going to need an assistant.

What do you mean? Hopper asked.

I mean, I’m not as good with numbers as you think. I have a girl I hired to take care of all that for me, and she does a great job. You don’t have to put her on the payroll if you don’t want to. I pay her more than enough as it is, I said.

Of course, Hopper said with a grin. And I’m not worried about who’s on the payroll. Kain can discuss with you just what you’re going to be making, and I’m sure you’re going to be quite happy with the sum. Bring her on if you think she’s going to help.

She will, I said. I shook Hopper’s hand, then Kain’s as well, but my head was still spinning. Never in a million years did I think they were going to make me the VP of the club, and I still wasn’t quite sure I would be able to handle all the responsibilities, but I was sure as Hell going to give it the best go I could.

The only drawback I could think of was the fact I would be spending a lot more time with Quinn – my accountant. The girl was great at what she did. Everything she did, really. She could work numbers and figures better than anyone else I’d ever seen, and now she would be working with me here, too.

It seemed too good to be true, but I was still worried. What would it do to the two of us to be together so much?

Could I handle it?

Chapter 2

Quinn

I took the turn my GPS directed me to take, but I was still concerned I was on the wrong road. I didn’t know a lot about my client’s personal life, but I was impressed with his account. He was one of my largest clients, and I got a lot of money from taking care of his books.

Bain Roper built furniture for a living. Well, most of the time he did anyway. He was also a part time bouncer at a bar up in Denver, but I didn’t have much to do with that. I would take the paperwork at the end of the year and make sure his taxes were settled, and that would be the end of that.

I met with him twice a month, making sure things were running smoothly – and making sure he was staying within the law. I knew it wasn’t a fair assumption that he wouldn’t be, but he was a biker, and I had to admit, I didn’t trust bikers.

I had a hard time trusting men in general after all the shit that I’d gone through in my life, that was for damn sure. But, I had to have a job. A girl had to pay the bills, after all, and that meant I was going to have to work with people I didn’t always agree with.

Bain being one of those people.

We were scheduled to meet again at the end of the month, but he called me the afternoon before and asked if I could meet with him today – at his house of all places. I was apprehensive. I rarely made house calls, if ever, and that was only to those I trusted most.

Bain didn’t fall on the list of people I trusted most. Or at all for that matter. He fell on the list of people I really didn’t want to spend much time with outside of the office. Or