The Bad Boy's Promises

It all starts somewhere

Nova

I spent most of my life around bikers since my dad was the President of the Vicious Angels. The name is an oxymoron if you don't understand the true meaning behind it. The MC seems like an angels to outsiders. But when they don their cuts, they turn into vicious assholes who annihilate anyone in their path.

My dad is Hawk Pierce. I was the product of him shagging some club girl. She threatened to get rid of me. He threatened to make her disappear forever. Actually, he did after my birth. Never endanger the life of a biker's kid. It never ends well for you.

My dad was a ruthless biker with his club and outsiders. He didn't offer mercy to anyone. If you fucked up, you paid the price. Now, I, on the other hand, was a different story. My dad was a big puddle of goo when it came to me.

Imagine having a little girl wrap a big bad biker around her pinky finger. It was a sight when one of the biker's old ladies had to dress me because Dad doesn't do frilly pink shit—his words, not mine.

I hate to break it to my dad, but I didn't care for the color pink or frilly clothes. I prefer jeans, a tee shirt, and sneakers, unlike the girls who roamed the clubhouse frequently. I didn't understand why they wore scantily clad clothes until I got older.

Now, picture this. I loved watching The Golden Girls. You had four old women living in the same house without men and enjoying their golden age. Sofia is my spirit animal.

Anywho, I'm getting sidetracked.

It took me a minute before I realized what the girls at the clubhouse were and how the club members treated them. How does one have sex with random people and not care? The world may never know.

Silvia was one of the member's old ladies who cared for me when my dad was busy with the club. She also explained things to me. Her best advice was to keep your mouth shut around the members.

I tried to follow Silvia's advice until a club whore opened her mouth to me.

"You shouldn't be here," the club whore sneered.

I crossed my arms and arched my brow. "Why not?"

"You don't belong here."

So many thoughts ran through my mind. None of them were good.

"I'm going to tell Hawk a little bitch is causing issues."

"It was nice knowing you." I shrugged and rolled my eyes.

The stupid bitch lunged at me, knocked me down, and swiped her fake nails across my cheek. I hauled and decked her and flung her from me. I stood up and touched my cheek. Great. Now, I need a tetanus shot.

The hoe decided she wanted round two and charged at me. I dodged her and stuck out my foot. She tripped on it and went flying. I was still touching the claw marks on my cheek.

The hoe and I spent the next few minutes fighting until Silvia broke it up.

"What the hell are you doing, Candy?" Silvia barked.

"Teaching this brat a lesson!" The hoe snapped.

I picked at my fingernails and studied them like they were so important.

"Do you even know who you're fighting with?" Silvia exclaimed.

"Some wannabe bitch thinking her shit don't stink," the hoe snarled

"Nova isn't some bitch. She's Hawk's daughter."

The hoe stopped as her coloring depleted to a lovely shade of white.

"Killjoy!" Silvia bellowed.

Killjoy strolled into the main room and hugged me before making his way to Silvia and the hoe. "What's up?"

"Watch Candy. I need to speak to Hawk."

"Sure thing, Sil."

Silvia walked to me and ushered me to my dad's office with a few encouraging words. She knocked on the office door and waited.

"Why are you knocking?" I asked Silvia.

"It's best to knock when Hawk has his office door closed."

I scrunched my nose and tilted my head slightly. The office door opened as a hoe scampered from the office, fixing her clothes. My lips turned downward at the sight. So, some stupid bitch jumps me while my dad is banging a whore. Nice.

Before Silvia said a word, I walked away. It's bad enough I'm around a motorcycle club. I didn't need the reminder of their dirty little deeds.

I left the clubhouse, climbed on a motorcycle, and drove off. I glanced at the name glaring back at me—Road Dog. Yep, he would be pissed when he found out I took his bike.

I drove until I came upon an ice cream parlor, dropped the kickstand, and entered the place. I ordered a double fudge sundae with extra whipped cream. Then, I grabbed two spoons and sat at a booth.

A few minutes later, a big body slid across from me and took a spoon before digging into the sundae. "Nova."

"Poppy." I shoved a spoonful of sinful pleasure into my mouth.

"I hate when you call me that. I prefer Dad."

"I prefer not to wait for you to stop banging some hooker, but we don't always get what we want." I shrugged.

"Nova, I'm an adult who has needs."

"And I'm your impressionable daughter that has to deal with it. Most fathers would shield their daughter's virginal eyes from the blasphemy around them. You prefer to flaunt it. Is that any way to raise an innocent daughter?"

"You took Road Dog's bike without telling him. He wanted to hunt you down and teach you a lesson. My fist convinced him it was a terrible idea."

"I needed space from your revolting activities."

"I see you're putting your brain to use."

"Fortunately for me, school is helping me learn new words." I smirked.

"Nova, the life of an MC is no good for a teen girl. So, I talked to my baby sister."

"Wait. You talked to Aunt Wren?"

My dad nodded in response. "I asked if she would let you stay with her so you could finish your senior year of high school."

"It surprises me that you're letting me out of your sight. Normally, you have issues."

"I trust, Wren. I don't trust the club girls. They're getting too big for their britches. They need to learn their place, starting with Candy."

"I can't say I feel bad. I don't. When do I leave?"

"Tomorrow. Wren is picking you up."

"I can't wait!" I pumped my fist a billion times while my dad chuckled. I adored my aunt Wren. She hated the club girls as much as I did.

My dad called Road Dog to get his bike. When Road Dog arrived, he grumbled at me for driving off with his bike. Dad drove me to the house so I could pack my clothes. He also stayed home since it was our last night in the house together.

I love my dad, but I needed a normal life. What I wasn't expecting was to meet three bad boys that would cause me unnecessary grief.

Fanfuckingtastic.

Okay, before I get a billion questions, I plan to finish the other stories. I'm almost done with a new chapter in the Harpers and Home and Heart.

I'm testing a new story out. It combines Saintwood, and Everyone Loves the Bad Boy except Me. Nova is quiet like Alex but has Elise's personality. While Alex learned about bad boys, Elise didn't know about her dad running an MC. Nova knows about both.

Let's just say it's my spin on the bad boys and good girl troupe.