Page 10 of Her Obsessed Biker (Savage Kings MC #8)

Rock

She should be back from The Black Crown, but she isn’t. Her truck isn’t in the driveway, and she isn’t answering my goddamn calls.

I push the front door open, my gut tightening at the silence that greets me. The house feels eerie. Too damn silent.

“Piper?”

I check the kitchen. Bedroom. Back porch.

I dial her number again. It goes straight to voicemail.

Something’s wrong.

My Harley roars to life like it knows we’re hunting. The tires burn rubber down the long gravel path leading from my place back into town, gravel spitting behind me as I push it hard.

She said she was going to The Black Crown.

I make it there in under ten minutes.

Red is behind the bar, wiping down glasses with the same no-nonsense attitude she always wears. She looks up when I barge in, and I don’t even slow down before I bark, “Where’s Piper?”

Red frowns. “She left a while ago. Didn’t say where she was headed.”

I freeze. “Alone?”

“Yeah. She did look a little sad when she left. Wolf was here,” she adds, voice dropping. “Didn’t say a damn word to her, just sat there like a statue.”

That’s all it takes.

My jaw locks, and fury flashes hot beneath my skin. I spin on my heel and storm toward the back booth, where Grizz is sitting with that goddamn unreadable expression. He doesn’t flinch when I slam my hands against the table.

“She’s gone,” I growl. “She’s not at my place. She’s not answering her phone. She came here and left, and nobody’s seen her since.”

His eyes meet mine, cool and unblinking. “Maybe she needed air.”

“Don’t play calm with me, old man.” My voice is razor-sharp. “You think I don’t see what’s happening? You didn’t say a word to her. You sat there like a fucking brick wall and watched her break.”

He doesn’t move.

“You had one chance,” I snap. “One moment to give that girl what she’s been looking for her whole life. You could’ve said anything. Claimed her. Denied her. Something. But you just sat there. And now she’s missing.”

Grizz exhales, long and slow. “You think I’m not tearing myself apart over that?”

My fists clench at my sides. “You sure as hell don’t look like it,” I bite out.

He pushes back from the table and stands. The weariness in his eyes, buried beneath layers of silence and regret, finally shows.

“I found out I had a daughter twenty-four hours ago,” he says quietly. “A daughter I never knew existed. That letter? I wrote it twenty-two years ago. I was a different man. When her mother never wrote back, I thought…” He swallows. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know I’d left anything behind.”

“You did,” I say. “And now she’s here. Scared. Alone. And you met her with silence.”

Grizz looks away. “I needed time to figure out what to do.”

“There is no more time.”

My voice echoes through the quiet bar like a hammer drop.

Red stops polishing glasses.

Grizz goes still.

“I don’t care if she’s yours or not,” I say. “I care that she’s mine now. And I’ll tear this whole goddamn town apart if I have to, but I’m going to find her.”

And when I do—God help the bastard who laid a hand on her.

I’m turning to leave when Tyler bursts through the door of the bar, long limbs flying and face flushed. He’s clearly in a hurry, and when he sees me, he wastes no time.

“Prez, I got something you need to hear—”

“Not now, Tyler—” Now’s not the time for club business, and I’m about to tell him so when he cuts me off.

“It’s about your girl.”

Now he has my full attention, and I round on him, encouraging him to continue.

“I was in town, overheard some Sons of Decimation, they didn’t know who I was. They were bragging about finally having some leverage to use against the Kings, sayin’ they had someone who could get them Rock’s girl, and they were gonna meet him for the exchange, soon—today.”

“They say where?”

He shakes his head. “No, sir.”

I can barely hear him anymore over the sound of the rage boiling through my veins. The Sons of Decimation are mixed up in this too?

I’m immediately barking out orders at the remaining MC members in the bar, telling them to get everyone here. This means war.

My phone rings, and Deadeye’s voice comes through the line. My whole world narrows to a pinpoint as he fills in the only remaining information I need.

“We spotted someone matching the guy’s description. Near the old train yard, east side.”

I grab my keys as I explain the situation to my enforcer.

I’ll go in first, hoping to beat the Sons of Decimation there, hoping it’s just her stepdad there now.

Deadeye will get the club together and they’ll sweep in to have my back.

To show the Sons of Decimation what happens when someone takes what’s mine.

Grizz doesn’t ask questions, just falls in line beside me, mounting his own bike like the soldier he used to be. The thunder of our engines tears down the road as we fly through Jackson Ridge, my blood howling in my veins.

Hold on, kitty.

I’m coming.

***

The place is a rundown warehouse on the edge of nowhere. Rusted sheet metal, half-collapsed roof, weeds as tall as my waist. There’s a truck, but no other bikes yet. I catch the glint of a moving shadow through the broken window, and everything inside me locks into place.

She’s in there.

I kick the door clean off its hinges.

“PIPER!”

My voice cracks like a gunshot, bouncing off the walls. And there she is. Tied to a chair with a busted lip. Her eyes are wide with fear, but still fierce. Brave.

Next to her is the bastard I presume to be her stepfather. He definitely wasn’t expecting me. Let himself get way too relaxed as he waited to make whatever fucked-up deal he had going with the Sons of Decimation.

I stride toward him, my body coiled tightly with rage. He’s mid-turn when I reach him, hands raised like he thinks that’ll save him.

It doesn’t.

I hit him once. Twice. Then again. And again.

A hit for every year of pain he put Piper through. A punch for everything he’s done. For what he was about to do. For thinking he could lay hands on my girl.

Blood runs down my knuckles, and I don’t stop until I hear her voice.

“Rock,” Piper whispers. Her voice is weak, shaky…but enough to pull me back from the edge.

I freeze, my chest heaving. I look at her and everything inside me breaks.

Grizz is already on his knees in front of her. His hands shake as he unties the ropes.

“Piper,” he murmurs, rough and low. “I’m sorry. For everything. For shutting down. For not saying what I should’ve when it mattered. I was…I didn’t know how to handle it. But I do now.”

He looks up into her eyes.

“You’re my daughter. And I will spend the rest of my life making that mean something.”

Piper stares at him, then crumples forward into his arms, sobbing against his chest. He holds her like a man begging for a second chance.

I watch them, my chest tightening with foreign emotions.

I look away, turning around to grab the bastard by the collar.

I haul him up like a rag doll and toss him at Deadeye, who’s just arrived.

I can hear the familiar engines of the rest of the Kings outside.

“Make sure he remembers Jackson Ridge doesn’t take kindly to monsters.

And pass along the same message to the Sons of Decimation when they get here. ”

Deadeye nods grimly. “Gladly.”

I don’t stay to join the fun. Not this time. My brothers have my back.

Instead, I go to Piper.

She’s still trembling when I kneel beside her.

“Can you walk, baby?”

She nods. “If you help me.”

I scoop her into my arms without hesitation. Her arms wrap around my neck like a lifeline, her head buried in my chest.

I meet Grizz’s eyes, and he nods, giving me a look that says it all— Take care of her. I’m sorry. I’ll stay to fight. I nod back.

I carry Piper outside and swing her gently onto my bike. She doesn’t say a word as I ride us out of there, leaving the warehouse and every nightmare behind.

We don’t stop until we reach the overlook above town, a place only I know. It’s quiet. Secluded. Safe.

I kill the engine. The only sound is her breathing, still shaky in my ear.

I turn to face her. “Piper.”

She looks up, and I just say it.

“I love you.”

Her breath hitches.

“I didn’t think I deserved to have something as good as this,” I admit. “Tried to tell myself that after all the things I’ve done, I don’t get to have something as pure as you in my life. But then you got under my skin. Into my veins. I’ve never felt like this. Not for anyone.”

She blinks, tears brimming in her gorgeous blue eyes.

“I love you too,” she whispers. “I think I fell even before you stepped out of the shadows.”

I smile. Actually smile.

“Stay,” I say. “With me. In Jackson Ridge. Let me keep you safe.”

She leans forward, her forehead resting against mine. “There’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.”

And just like that…she’s mine.

Not just in body, but in every damn way that matters.