Devious Biker Daddy by Scott Wylder

CHAPTER ONE

 

 

Anna

“Anna, could you do me a favor and cover table three for me? I really don’t like the look of those guys.” Michele looked at me with pleading eyes.

I sighed and looked over at the table. Three guys were sitting and talking in low voices. They were clearly bikers with leather jackets and their club insignia stitched on the outside. One of them was casually playing with a switchblade as if it was a fidget spinner. “Okay, I will,” I said. “But there are a few clubs in the area so you’ll have to get used to serving bikers at some point.”She smiled, relieved. “Thank you so much! I owe you one.” She threw her arms around me in a hug.

I rolled my eyes but I couldn’t help but smile when I hugged her back. Michele was only sixteen and it was only her second day working. I didn’t blame her for being anxious about messing up and angering bikers.

I’ve served bikers several times over the years and I never had a problem with them. When you worked at a diner and rest stop combo in the middle of nowhere, then most of your customers were either truckers, road trippers, or bikers. Especially when the rest stop was in the middle of two different biker territories. Or so I heard. I didn’t pay much attention to that. I preferred to just do my job and go home without too much hassle.

I went over to the table. “Hey guys, my name is Anna. Can I start you guys off with any drinks?”“Three coffees, love. Thank you.” One of the men smiled at me. He had a nice Irish lilt to his voice that seemed to immediately put me at ease. My smile grew a little wider.

“Absolutely, coming right up.”

The guy who was playing with the switchblade was looking me up and down as if he liked what he saw. I pretended not to notice. The waitress uniform didn’t leave much to the imagination. The skirt ended mid-thigh and I was used to customers eyeing me. A little too often, a customer would try to get handsy with me and my manager would have to kick them out of the diner. But I never had that problem with the bikers.

I went to get the coffees for the men. My manager, Dylan, came out of his office with his coat on. “I have to go to the bank. It’ll probably take an hour or so. Think you and Michele can handle it until I get back?”

“Yeah, definitely,” I said as I put the coffee carafe back. “We only have one table right now.”Dylan nodded. “Perfect. Hey, uh, stay safe, okay?”

I raised an eyebrow. It wasn’t like him to be overly worried for his employees. “Sure,” I said.

He nodded and quickly rushed out of there.

Something about his tone made me uneasy. Why would he be worried about our safety?

I went into the kitchen where Michele was washing dishes. There was usually a cook in the back to make all of the food and do the dishes, but it was her day off, so it was just Michele and me. “Hey, Dylan just went to the bank,” I said. “Do me a favor and stay back here until he gets back, all right? I’m going to need you to make the food for table three once they order.”

She nodded. “Yeah, okay. Is everything all right?”“Yes. Definitely.” I was probably just a little paranoid. There was no reason why everything wouldn’t be all right.

I went out and served the coffees to the bikers. “Are you guys ready to order?” I asked them.

One of them was about to answer when the door opened. Several men came in all at once, wearing leather jackets with club insignia. A different insignia than those worn by the bikers I was currently serving “Hey guys,” I called out. “Just take a seat anywhere and I’ll be right with you.”One of the new bikers looked at me with a stony glare. “We need your manager. Dylan. Now.”“Um.” I glanced back at the bikers I was currently serving.

“It’s okay,” said the biker with the switchblade. He put it away. “You can take care of them. We’ll stay right here.”

The mood in the diner seemed to shift. All of the bikers felt tense and on edge. I had a feeling these guys didn’t like each other very much. I gave them a quick smile before approaching the newcomers. “My manager is currently out,” I said. “I’m in charge. What can I help you guys with?”

One of them scowled. “Great. Well, your boy Dylan owes us some money and we’re here to collect. He told us to come by around this time for the money.”Ugh. That’s why Dylan was acting so suspicious earlier. He knew these guys would be stopping by. “He’s not here,” I said. “You’ll have to come back later.”The man I took to be the leader sneered. “No, we want our money now.” He opened his jacket to reveal a gun tucked in his waistband. “What’s it going to be?”Before I could respond, the men seated at Table Three stood up. “I think you need to leave now, boyo,” The Irish man said. His voice was soft and polite but there was a hint of a threat there as well.

Two of the men took a step back and paled. The leader scowled. “Hell’s Renegades, huh? This isn’t your territory.”“This isn’t Demon territory either,” the Irish man said softly. “The Demons don’t have territory anymore.”“Dylan owes us money. We’re here to collect.”“Listen to the lady. He’s not here.”

This was getting to be too much for me. I just wanted to work. I didn’t want to be in the middle of a freaking turf war. Not to mention Michele was here. Yeah, I told her to stay in the back, but if things got bloody there was no guarantee she would be safe. “How much does he owe you?” I asked.

“Over two thousand dollars.” Said the Demon leader.

I barely kept my hands from trembling as I took my tip money out of my apron. “I have about fifty dollars here,” I said. “That’s all the money I have access to. Take it and come back tomorrow to talk to Dylan.”

The man sneered. “Fifty dollars ain’t shit, lady.”

“Listen to the lady, boyo,” the Irish man said. “Trust me, you don’t want any trouble with us.”The other man sighed and ripped the money out of my hands. “This isn’t over,” he said. “We’ll be back. And next time things will get bloody if we don’t have our money.” His eyes flicked down to my name tag.“See you soon... Anna.”