Taming The Biker

chapter 1

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Taming The Biker

By: Cassie Alexandra

Prologue

Taylor

Seven years before…

I looked up at the clock; it was almost nine p.m.

Where in the fuck are you?

I wasn’t sure whether to be pissed off at my girl or worried about her welfare. Amber, who I’d been dating for three months, wasn’t answering my calls or texts and we had a party to go to. She was supposed to have picked me up thirty minutes ago and was never late. Unfortunately, I’d gotten my keys taken away the weekend before by my old man. He’d found out that I’d been drinking and driving. Needless to say, shit had hit the roof.

“Dammit,” I mumbled out loud as I paced back and forth in the kitchen. “She’d better have a good fucking excuse, that’s all I can say. Especially tonight.”

The party was for my best friend, Carter. It was his eighteenth birthday and his older brother, Drew, was throwing a huge kegger for him.

Scott, my old man, walked into the kitchen. He was wearing grey overalls covered in white paint, and looked exhausted.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, opening up the refrigerator. He grabbed a beer, crackedthe can open, and took a long sip.

I checked my cell phone again.

Still nothing from Amber.

“I’m supposed to be at Carter’s. Amber hasn’t shown and I don’t know what the hell is going on.” I sighed. “Can I just get my keys back?”

He belched. “Sure. On Monday.”

“Look, I know I screwed up,” I told him, leaning against the kitchen counter. “It won’t happen again. I’ll even stay over at Carter’s tonight if I have anything to drink.”

“Sorry, son, but that’s not going to happen. You know the rules,” he replied, sitting down at the kitchen table. He stretched his legs out, grabbed a pack of cigarettes that were sitting on the table, and lit one up.

“But, it’s Carter’s birthday,” I snapped angrily. “Can’t you just cut me some slack?”

“Cut you some slack? I think I’ve already done too much of that,” Scott replied through a cloud of smoke. He frowned. “You know, it’s bad enough that you were drinking underage, but you did it on your motorcycle, Taylor. If you’re going to be doing that shit, you may as well just lie down in the middle of the road and wait for death.”

“I only had a couple of beers,” I replied, frustrated. “I wasn’t even buzzed.”

“It doesn’t matter. You knew the rules,” he repeated, “and you broke them. Now you’ve got to face the consequences. Frankly, you’re lucky I’m giving you the keys back on Monday.”

From the stubborn look on his face, I knew he wouldn’t budge. “Can I borrow your truck then?”

“It’s like talking to a wall,” he muttered, rubbing his jaw. “No, you can’t borrow my truck.”

“What about Sheila’s van?”

I was desperate. The last thing I wanted was to show up at Carter’s party, in my stepmom’s mini-van, but it was better than not showing at all.

“No. Face it – you’re not driving anything tonight. Hell, I shouldn’t even let you out of the house.”

“I have to be there. He’s my best friend. You know that.”

He stared at me for a few minutes and nodded toward the window. “If it’s so important to you, why don’t you just hoofit?”

I looked at the clock again. He lived about six miles away. It was May and the walk was definitely manageable.

Maybe I could get ahold of Amber along the way, too?

“Fine. I’m not going to be a no-show. He wouldn’t do that to me.”

Scott sighed. “Fuck it. I’ll drop you off. I’m not going to let you walk. Too many drunken assholes out there. Some of them on motorcycles, even.”

“Thanks,” I said, ignoring the dig.

He stabbed out his cigarette and nodded. “Let’s go. We’ll take my truck. I’ll even let you drive.”

“Swell,” I replied dryly.

“Don’t be an asshole, Taylor. You’re lucky I’m doing this for you.”

“I know,” I said, forcing a smile onto my face. “I appreciate it.”

“You’d better.”

I grabbed my leather jacket and followed him out to the garage.

***

The party was in full swing when we arrived at the house, which looked like a palace compared to our place. Scott was a carpenter and Sheila worked part time as a bartender at a dive called Sal’s. Funds were tight, our house was small, but I had to admit – life with them wasn’t too bad. Carter’s family, on the other hand, had a shitload of money, his parents were always fighting, and he couldn’t wait to go to college next fall. It made me appreciate what I had. My old man could be a prick sometimes, but overall, he treated me fairly. The truth was, I usually deserved whatever he was dishing out.

“Are his parents home?” asked Scott, frowning at the number of cars parked up and down the street. Fortunately, Carter’s house was far enough away from his neighbors that the party wasn’t disturbing anyone. Not yet, anyway. The cops had been over on a couple of occasions, back when his older brother had been living at home. Once, when Carter and I were fifteen, we’d stolen some beer during one of Drew’s shindigs, and proceeded to get shitfaced in the guest-house. When the cops arrived, three older girls had snuck in as well to evade the cops, and before the end of the night, both of us had lost our virginity. It had been one hell of a night.

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