The Biker's Sparrow

Chapter Four

*******Sparrow

I didn't want to go to work. It was the first time in a life time that I dreaded getting off my coach and getting ready for work. I pulled on my jeans, slipping my purple v-neck over my head before slipping on my boots and walked to the door. Just a s I pulled it open I came face to face with an angry Harper. "What'd I do?"

"You didn't do anything!" Harper stormed in and I sighed, looking at my watch.

"Where's Hayden?" I turned to her as she was pacing a hole in my floor. "Does Pierce know you're here?"

"Hayden's staying at Eva's for a little while." She looked angry and I couldn't understand why. "Does your father really think searching our house was a good idea?"

"Wait, what?" I let the door shut, looking at her fully not. "He searched your home?"

"You didn't know?" Harper frowned, looking shocked and confused. "Well, I can't be mad at you anymore."

"Seriously?" I shook my head, "Listen, Harper, he may be my dad but I would've told you if he was gonna search your house."

"What about if he was gonna search the club?" Harper asked and I opened my mouth, hesitating slightly. "I'd figure it out. I love you Sparrow, you're like a sister to me. But you cant be loyal to your dad and us, we're on different sides of the law."

"I know that, Harper." I shook my head. "He doesn't tell me anything anyway."

"That doesn't matter." Harper walked to the door, "If it came down to your dad and the club, hell if it came down to your dad and Sniper, who'd you choose?" I didn't answer, "I'd figure it out if I were you. I'm not trying to be a bitch, but you can't be stuck in the middle and come out unscathed. It's not possible, sweetie."

********Warning: Some Sexual Content

I didn't know what to do. Didn't know what to feel. Didn't know who to trust. Funny how things change in such a short amount of time. I was distracted all day, after I got off work I turned off my phone. I needed to think, needed a minute to myself.  It had gotten dark out and I let the music blare through my tiny house as I cooked myself dinner. I was dancing in my kitchen, letting the stress melt away when a loud banging came from my door, startling me. I turned down the volume and went to the door, Sniper barging in just as I cracked the door open. "Are you okay?" He looked around my house, looking in my adjoining rooms.

"Uh, yea," I walked to where he stood in my bedroom. "What the hell, Sniper? Why are you here?" He turned to where I was standing, arms folded over my chest, and walked over.

"You weren't answering your phone." He whispered, looking down at me, rubbing the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip. "Harper was worried."

"I turned my phone off." I whispered, finding it hard to breath with him so close. "And Harper was worried? Was anyone else?"

"Yea," he backed me to the wall in the hallway. "I was," his lips captured mine in an all consuming kiss, the kind that made your toes curl, and made the movies look like amateur hour. He lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his hips as his hands grabbed my ass. He kissed down my neck to my collar bone, making me moan and curl my fingers in his long, brown hair.

"Daniel," I groaned, my eyes closing as I felt his hands slip under my grey tank top and over my skin.

"I love it when you do that," Sniper groaned. He rested his calloused hand just under my bra and I arched into him, loving the feelings he stirred within me. A knock from the front door pulled us from the lusty haze and Sniper groaned, leaning his forehead on mine. "I need to talk to you."

"Yes, because what we were just doing was talking." I retorted and he gave a lopsided grin, the one that always seemed to melt my icy heart.

"Please," Sniper pleaded. "This wasn't my intention when I came here."

"Then what was?" The knock at the door was more urgent now and I rolled my eyes. "I have to get the door." Sniper let me slide down his body letting my feet touch the ground. I went to walk away, but he gripped my wrist as if he was afraid I would leave him forever.

"I missed you, Birdy." I didn't look at him, I didn't know whether to hug him or hit him. Truth was I missed him too, but I wasn't the one who left in the first place. "I just want to talk."

"We'll see," I sighed as I twisted from his grip and walked to the door. "What do you want?" I leaned against the door frame, not giving my father access to enter.

"I need to speak to you about some of your associates." He tried to push past but I didn't let him enter. "Sparrow... I don't have time for your stubborn behavior."

"And I don't have time for you trying to exploit my friendship with the Hellhounds." I shook my head, "I'm not picking sides."

"By not helping me and continuing to flirt with that..." My father huffed, "that heathen."

"Stop," I ordered, my hands clenching into fists. "Listen, Sniper is my friend. He was there when I needed him, not halfway across the country playing cop."

"You're the one who decided to move," my father's spine stiffened, his anger masking the guilt that swirled in his eyes.

"Because instead of helping me move past mom's death you decided to dwell in it and bury yourself in work." I shook my head, "I needed my father, not a cop or a get out of jail free card. So, do me a favor, and don't try to play dad now. That road sailed a long time ago."