Nikole Morgan was born and raised in Charming, CA. She was far from your typical girl. Preferring to much rather get rough with the boys, ride motorcycles fix cars and shot guns, than wear mini skirts and try to see how many guys she could get. she...
I woke up feeling lips on my forehead and a hand on my head. My eyes still closed I reached a hand up grabbing his hand before I raised my head up, hazel eyes meeting his ocean blue ones. It was the same routine every morning, every morning for the past year. He'd wake up, get ready kiss my head and leave. Sometimes he'd stay for breakfast but most days he'd have to leave. Either club shit, Abel or my overbearing father and older brother both of whom wore basically his brothers. No one knew, I'm pretty sure the world would end; literally.
"Be careful."
"Always am gorgeous." He said giving me that trademark smirk. I rolled my eyes at him turning my head. He's so cocky that he's a pain in the ass sometimes but damn I love him. I felt him softly put his hand on my cheek turning my head back to him. "I love you."
"I know" I said smirking up at him. He started chuckling before grabbing my up in his arms. His cut feeling cold against my bare skin. The sheet laying half in the floor. He had his hands on my hips rubbing his thumb back and forth lightly.
"Nikole Harley Morgan, I love you."
"I love you too. Go before Dean gets here and kills you."
"See you later. Be careful." He said kissing me softly before I turned to go towards my bathroom. I jumped as I turned around grabbing my ass where he smacked it. He was already jogging off laughing before I could get a good hit.
I got in the shower quickly washing my body before hoping out. I quickly got lotion on before grabbing a pair of shorts and a racerback tank. I threw on my boots and grabbed my bag just in time to look up and see the door opening. My brother Dean walking in with a smile on his face. He was two years older than me and like Jax made all the girls swoon. He was super over protective and we were super close, our dad had been in the club my whole life so my brother took care of me a lot, but always daddy's girl.
"Hey sis."
"Hey Dean, why do you never knock?"
"Got a key?"
"What if I had company?"
"She'd probably want to hook up with me." He said smirking "If it was a guy, well he'd have a bullet in his head."
"Really, you're crazy."
"Nah. Anyway ready to go?"
"Yea."
"K." He walked out in front of me and stood next to me as I locked the door.
I lived in a nice little two room house. But it didn't have a blind spot, I specifically got it with the guys in mind. It didn't stop Dean from hovering over me like I was going to get kidnapped. He handed me his helmet and I put it on before climbing on behind him. Within ten minutes with traffic we got to the garage. My brother parking his bike before he kissed my head before heading towards the clubhouse while I headed over to the garage. Mom had shit to do today so I unfortunately was stuck in the office. Not that I minded it but I would much rather work on a car or a bike. Habits of being a daddy's girl. My mom died when I was 15. I was placing orders when there was a shadow in the door. I smiled and stopped typing as my dad walked in the room. He was handsome as hell and had black hair and a goatee but it was salt and pepper. I gotta admit my dad had chicks, I mean they all did but man you can totally tell where Dean got his swag from.
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"Morning baby girl." My dad said walking around the desk and giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Morning dad. How you doin?"
"Good. Got a run, might be back late. Wanted to let you know."
"Ok, be safe and don't die."
"I don't die til I say so. Take someone with you."
"Dad." I groaned. I fucking hated having a tag along. Unless it was Opie or Jax, they were my best friends.
"Harley."
"Yes sir." I said kissing his cheek. "Got time for food?"
"Maybe later baby, gotta roll." I nodded before walking around him and leaning out the door. Jax was walking to his bike with Opie and Dean.
"Hey Teller." I shouted getting his attention. The boys all looked at me.
"Yeah Darlin."
"Apparently I need a baby sitter so you get to have a slumber party. Pick me up at 6. Got that guys 6 I need a ride."
"You got it gorgeous."
"Jax." Dean and my dad both said causing Jax, Opie and I to laugh.
"Don't call her that." Dean said not just trying to shade me but warning Jax.
"Just call it how I see it." He said winking at me. My dad walked passedand I saw Jax roll his eyes before they drove off.
