Page 1 of Her Feral Biker (Savage Kings MC #6)

LAKE

I hated surveillance jobs, especially in the middle of the day when sweat from my armpits ended up in my ass crack.

But leaning back against my bike, staring into a small shop at the pretty little thing who decided to decorate the front window just before closing time in Jackson Ridge, didn’t seem like that much of a hardship.

Mind, that was why I asked Savior, the Savage Kings VP, for this block after a few beers when the lots were being handed out. He seemed more pliant then, and I’d had my eye on this shop for a while now. Or, more to the point, I’d been watching the woman who owned the place.

Annalise Hampton.

Even looking at her through the glass like a pretty bird in a prettier cage, she seemed too tiny to be real.

All slim lines and gentle angles dressed in flowy material that looked like it would come apart if I so much as touched her.

Hell, if I ever got my hands on a girl like her, I’d probably shatter the glass reflection with my scarred, inked fingers.

Nah, no woman like her, all wholesome and clean and fucking glowing like sunshine, wanted someone like me.

A man who didn’t have a history I could talk about, who never would talk about anything with her anyway.

A man who had a home I never used, preferring the company of my brothers I wasn’t born to over any real family who still called me kin.

Fuck, no. She wouldn’t want to be anywhere near me.

But I could look. And damn, with tiny little curves like that, I could fucking look all day long.

“We’re done here. Boss says so.” Nomad, an ex-member of the Savage Kings called out.

He seemed to be on babysitting duty for the day for some of our more troublesome prospects, watching me from his place where he leaned against a lamp post, while I eye fucked the shop girl from across the street like a stalker. “Time to head back home, Titan.”

Titan. The name I’d earned when I joined the club and became a patched member. My old life fell away then, years ago. I’d been part of the club ever since. And the name sat with me in turn.

I nodded. “Almost done.”

Nomad huffed a laugh. “Yeah? Should I say you got some business to handle in town?” His gaze flickered across the road to the shop. “Looks like no one’s turnin’ up today.”

We’d been watching the street for a while now.

Pres said a group from another town had started moving in on our territory.

Could be drugs, might be something else.

Mafia, maybe. We didn’t have enough information yet, which was why my ass was roasting in the sun like a Sunday fucking dinner on a Wednesday afternoon.

Reports from around Jackson Ridge and some of our businesses promised trouble sooner or later.

But not today.

I nodded slowly, folding my arms over my chest as I watched the girl in the window change the kid’s outfits on plastic models as she talked to her steady stream of customers.

Once, her head lifted and she made eye contact.

Brief, as her chin raised, like she knew we were there watching her the whole time.

Hell, maybe she did.

Blue-green eyes met mine head on, blazing in a bright sheen of color that rocked me back onto my heels. Only for a moment, before her chin ducked, but not before her cheeks lit with the sort of flush that left me wanting to see if that shot of color traveled lower over her body.

Nomad whistled and clapped my shoulder hard. “I’ll tell them you got something that’ll keep you in town tonight, yeah? I’m sure you’ll be busy for a while.”

I ground my teeth, hating that my choices were so fucking obvious. I’d seen plenty of members fall for fast pussy and ruin friendships over it. Anything I did, I preferred to keep out of the club and to myself. That Nomad already knew irritated me, but it was too late to change that now.

“Yeah. Tell them that,” I said tightly, still watching her.

Nomad laughed and walked away. A moment later his bike revved, the sound ricocheting along the dead street.

I leaned back against my bike and kept my eyes on the girl still working in her window that I swear she’d finished a while back. Every now and then she glanced across at me through pale blonde hair. The VP had given me a job. He didn’t say when that had to stop.

Maybe after dark I’d watch her lock up, make sure she got home alright.

Yeah, because nothing could go wrong with that plan at all.

Until then… I’d keep an eye on the street from here.

Like Nomad said, I was busy. And maybe she needed watching.

Especially once it grew dark, and her customers left.

I frowned as she locked up, but Annalise never left.

I knew she owned the shop, unlike most of the businesses along the street.

She'd actually saved up and bought both the land and building, paid for it herself, went the extra mile and painted the outside, though someone did the signage.

Ask me how I know .

So my obsession ran deep. And long.

But I hadn’t known she’d been hanging around after everyone else left at night.

The street was deserted as dark fell along this stretch. The bars were up the other end of the street, and the few take out places shut shortly after. Still, if she stayed, then so would I.

She worked in mostly dim lighting, flitting about inside the shop, redecorating or whatever the fuck she did on her own, with only her phone lit up as she rehung stock. Sometimes she sat on the floor, sorting things out.

By the time she left, it was close to midnight. Then she closed up everything and fucking walked home—halfway across town.

I followed her then, too. On foot, because my bike would be a damn giveaway.

Keeping my distance, my anger at her for not taking more precaution mounting at the fact that she didn’t take better care of herself, I tracked her all the way back to where she shared a house with her parents and her sister and sister’s family.

The place was big enough to be a damn hotel on its own.

What the hell was I doing? I’d exceeded my orders hours ago.

And now, watching her outside her business to her home?

This was beyond anything I’d done before.

I jammed my hands into my pockets. The irony that I was the one who usually laughed at my brothers when they were the ones tied themselves up with pussy, or couldn’t see beyond the girl they were fucking, didn’t escape me.

None of that made me want to turn around and leave her alone, not until I saw she was safe inside the white washed prison she lived in.

But at her door, even though I waited behind a stand of blue spruce, she turned and looked back, right at where I stood.

Those blue-green eyes that had watched me earlier flickered in the reflected house lights. For a moment, I thought she smiled.

Like she looked for me.

I stared, but she was already gone.

Some of the anger that had grown while I followed her dissipated. Maybe she was a little more street smart than I thought.

Which meant it was time for me to head back to the Savage Kings and work out what the hell sort of penance I’d earned for myself either for not returning when I should have, like a good dog, or owing Nomad for covering my ass when he wasn’t really a part of the club anyway.

Either way, I couldn’t stay here no matter how much I wanted to watch the house and see which window was hers.

And work out why in the hell a girl like her who owned a business still lived in her father’s house, no matter how big it was or how pretty it looked.

No, I had my own shit to deal with. But maybe tomorrow night, I’d pay her a real visit.