Ace: His Angel (Phoenix Riders MC 1)

2: Blue Eyes

Kaitlyn POV

The man behind commanded the room's attention because it went silent. The guy holding my wrist paled, loosening his grip on me, and I took my opportunity. I brought my knee up to his groin; hard, and he doubled over. He let go of me and I put every ounce of strength I had into landing my right fist on his face. The force caused him to hit his head on the bar, landing on the floor, bleeding.

Fuck! My hand is already forming a bruise...fantastic.

I glanced behind the bar and Whiskey stood there with a shotgun slung over his shoulder, smirking at me. He walked away, leaving me to face the intimidating man behind me. He was standing close enough for me to feel his body heat. But the pain in my hand overruled any fear I may have felt.

Turning around, I came face-to-face with a tall, well-built man. He stood well over six feet, built with pure muscles, tattoos, short dirty blond hair, and piercing blue eyes. His eyes watched me and studied me like I was a problem he now had to solve.

His chest rose and fell unevenly, trying to regain control as the fight-or-flight response left his body. His eyes wandered over my body, looking for any damage done, and paused at my hand, which already had a bruise forming, but he said nothing. Behind him, two guys stood, shocked at what had occurred.

"Sorry," I muttered, grabbing my wallet. "I didn't mean to cause a problem here. I should go," I said, pulling out money, but Whiskey appeared and shook his head, walking away again.

Great, I just got here, and I already owe people money. This is not how I wanted to start my new life in this town, and now I'm panicking.

"Don't worry about it," blue eyes said, pulling me from my thought. "After what happened, whatever you want is on me."

Music and conversation flowed again as the two men moved the barely conscious guy out of the bar, and blue eyes motioned for me to sit next to him. He motioned to Whiskey, who knew exactly what he wanted, and brought it over. It shouldn't have surprised me, considering they were wearing the same vests, but it did. What kind of bar did I walk into?

Whiskey asked if I wanted another drink. I knew I shouldn't, but after everything, I could use another. I nodded, and he brought both our drinks over. I immediately put my bruised hand against the cool glass for some relief.

Glancing at the man next to me, I saw he wore the same vest as others, and I could finally make out the logo. "The Phoenix Riders" His eyes met mine, and I turned away. I expected to be scared, worried he would kick me out, or have his way with me, but he didn't.

Questions ran through my mind, but I stayed silent, icing my hand. "If you have a question, just ask, Princess. I can see your wheels turning in there," he said, pointing to my head.

Princess? Is this guy trying to make me feel comfortable? Because it's not working.

I thought through what to ask, not wanting to say the wrong thing, landing myself in more trouble. So, I picked the safest question I could think of.

"Why 'The Phoenix Riders'?"

He raised his eyebrow, surprised, and sipped his beer. Thinking. Lie, or tell the truth.

Putting his drink down, he replied, "Everyone has demons, but it's how you choose to deal with them that makes you a hellhound or a phoenix." Truth.

I ventured to ask another question. "What's your name?"

"Killer, President of 'The Phoenix Riders'," he said, holding out his hand.

"Kaitlyn," I said, placing my small, bruised hand in his powerful one. His eyes bore into me, as though he could see the demons I hide behind, giving me chills.