Free Vicious (MC Club Biker Urban Alpha Male Erotic Romance) by Billie Kasper Page B

laws are they breaking?” I demanded, a bit louder this time. “They’re just passing through, aren’t they? Have they robbed anyone yet?”
     
    “Not yet,” my mother grumbled. “But why wait until they do?”
     
    I could tell this wasn’t going anywhere and so, I tactfully retreated, seeking a glass of milk from the fridge. Cassie and I ate our snack, watched the tail end of Jeopardy, as we had every weekday for the last six years, and then began our homework—again, just as we had done every single weekday for the last six years.
     
    Three hours later, Cassie’s older brother came by and picked her up. I waved her off and smiled timidly at her brother, Stu. He was home on leave from the Marines and had a chest like an old cartoon superhero. He didn’t even meet my eyes as he glared at Cassie, as if for not walking fast enough.
     
    I couldn’t help but feel a little disheartened by that. So, I was good enough for Mr. Wilson’s creepy advances but not for Stu? Back in my room after dinner, I took stock of the situation: I had my wavy red hair pulled into a braid.
     
    My school uniform didn’t exactly show off my generous chest but it did reveal my long, pale, freckled legs. I was definitely a bit curvier than Cassie but not in a bad way, or so I thought. Or maybe I was just desperate? Regardless, I couldn’t see any reasons why Stu shouldn’t be taken in by my bountiful bosom, the freckles splattered across my nose and cheeks, or my full butt—not to mention my sapphire-blue eyes.
     
    Of course, things would be better in college, I was sure—there’d be smart boys, boys who liked a girl who was a bit curvier, who was witty and intelligent and wanted to be treated like an equal and not just a pretty little doll…
     
    But maybe I didn’t want that. Oh, sure, I wanted to be treated like an equal and all that feminist stuff, but did I really want the kind of boy who would do that? Or did I want the kind of boy who’d ride a motorcycle, reeking of tobacco and whiskey, who’d fight for me at the drop of a hat instead of just “agreeing to disagree,” all afraid to rip his skinny jeans? I wanted both, really—a bad boy who respected me. Couldn’t I just have my cake and eat it too?
     
    With these thoughts in my head, I stripped down and got ready for bed. As I brushed my teeth, I heard the roaring of motorcycles in the distance.
     
    They were probably charging down the rural back roads now, I thought wistfully. What could possibly have brought them to our sleepy town—and why were they still here? Maybe they’d stay for a while. It was a nice thought but I was sure they wouldn’t, sure they’d be gone before morning like so much dust in the wind.
     

 
    Rumors
     
    The next morning, I padded downstairs to find my mother glued to the TV, mouth agape. My breakfast—a plate full of eggs, French toast, and bacon—stood forgotten on the table.
     
    “Sarah, they’re holding their convention here!”
     
    “What?” I asked, confused.
     
    “The… The bikers! They’re holding some sort of convention here. They’ll destroy the town!”
     
    Good, I thought ruefully.
     
    “They released a statement this morning, saying they that they’ll be holding their yearly convention at Brigg’s Woods next weekend.”
     
    She fixed her steely grey eyes on me.
     
    “You are to go no where near those woods, young lady. Do you understand?”
     
    “Um, I wasn’t planning on it…” I said, rolling my eyes as I tucked into the food. “I never go to the woods. I’m not exactly the camping and hiking type.”
     
    “And you are to be inside before dusk every day they’re here. In fact, come straight home after school. You could get abducted!”
     
    Again, did my mom even know me? Did she really think I led such an exciting, social life?
     
    Had she not noticed Cassie and me arriving home after 3:20 PM every single day for the past few years, our backpacks sagging with homework?
     
    “Just