“Oh, come on,” I say with a laugh.
“And Jaxon is a wild man,” he goes on with his ridiculous story. “He’s the impulsive one of the two. A real hot-head, unpredictable kind of guy.”
“And do these two superheroes wear capes?”
Bulldog’s face twists up in confusion. “What? Capes? No, they’re bikers.”
The sarcasm goes right over his head. The poor guy’s been up all night so I’ll give him a pass.
“I heard their sister died of cancer last year?” I ask.
Bulldog nods. “Yeah. I heard it was terrible. She had a daughter too. Her widowed husband is a Heartlands member, but he was stuck in prison the entire time.”
“The girl’s mom died and her father is in prison? What happened to her?”
“I don’t know,” Bulldog says with a shrug.
A few minutes later, the roaring sound of two Harleys come tearing down the street.
“That’s them!” Bulldog says as he rushes down the steps to greet them.
My breath catches in my throat when I see the first guy arrive and turn into the parking lot. His long blond hair is flowing behind him and it makes my heart start pounding violently. He’s breathtaking.
I wasn’t prepared to see such a gorgeous man and my whole body is frozen apart from my heart hammering against my ribcage. This man looks like he was born to ride a bike. His dark eyes are narrowed and focused as he pulls his Harley into an empty spot along the line.
He rubs his light beard as he steps off and looks around like he owns the place. He’s wearing the familiar cut with the Heartlands’ logo on the back, but I’ve never seen another man pull off that leather vest like he is doing right now. It’s making me lightheaded as I sit here gawking at this true alpha male.
I spot the name on his chest.
Jaxon.
Just saying it in my head gives me shivers.
His wide shoulders are back and his big arms are flexed as he eyes Bulldog who’s quickly approaching.
I laugh as Bulldog fangirls out in front of him. Is he going to ask for his autograph?
Another bike rolls in and I snap my eyes off Jaxon and see his brother pulling into the parking lot. They look alike, but different. Beckham is older, I can tell that right away, and he’s got short hair with tattoos over his arms. He’s hot too, but nothing like his younger brother.
Staring at Jaxon is like staring at the surface of the sun. He’s scorching.
But Beckham is not alone on his bike. He’s carrying a blonde. A cute one.
She’s sitting in front of him and looking around with wide alert eyes as he pulls in beside his brother. She’s only about ten years old.
That must be their niece.
I stay sitting on the railing of the porch as the door swings open beside me and the boys start pouring out.
“You made it!” Troy says with a look of relief as he rushes down the stairs to greet them.
My eyes are locked back on Jaxon as he walks up to our club’s President and hugs him. He hugs Gage too.
If he’s handing out hugs, how do I put my name onto the waiting list?
I can’t stop staring at this man. He’s tall with nice broad shoulders and a mysteriousness about him that has definitely grabbed my attention. Now, I understand why Roxanne was so eager for him to return.
If she tries to take him from me, I’ll kill her.
What the fuck? That thought just popped into my head and I don’t know where it came from.
The little girl climbs off the bike, followed by Beckham. Fuck, he looks intense. It’s all smiles from everyone but he’s like a robot as he looks around. Is this guy a Terminator?
“If it isn’t Californ-duh,” Buzz says as he stumbles out of the door.
“Oh, no,” I mutter under my breath. He’s been drinking all day and is already plastered. Buzz had a problem with them coming and now he’s drunk enough to make problems.
“Beckham and Jaxon,” he says as he stumbles on the top step and slides down the remaining four. “B and J, huh? Are you here to give us BJs?”
My heart stops as Beckham walks over to him. I can see how he’s a cold calculating killer. There’s no expression on his face as he grabs Buzz’s long hair and yanks his head back. His stern face doesn’t crack as he slams his fists into Buzz’s body, making him pay for the hostile comment.
“Oh, shit!” Killian says as he pulls out his phone. “I got to record this.”
The little spitfire of a girl charges right up to the boss’ son. “No filming!” she shouts. “Erase that shit or I’ll turn your phone inside out.”
Killian and half a dozen other guys burst out laughing as she stands in front of him with her hands on her hips.
“What are you going to do?” Killian asks in a mocking tone. “Hit it with your Barbie?”
She snatches the phone out of his hand, slams it onto the cement ground, and then throws it into the road where it promptly gets run over by a truck.
“Holy shit,” I giggle as Killian stares in shock at the guts of his phone, which are now spread out all over the street.
The little girl pulls out a wad of cash, peels a few bills off of it, and tosses them at Killian’s feet.
“No one films my uncles,” she says before doing a hair toss and walking over to Jaxon’s side.
Troy is grinning. “These guys are just what we need.”
“Hell, we can send the girl in,” Gage says as he shakes his head in awe. “She looks like she can take out The Outlaws’ whole crew by herself.”
Jaxon puts a comforting hand on her shoulder and I
