Page 1 of Recruited Biker Daddy

CHAPTER ONE

Amanda

"You alright?" Megan asked as she smiled at me from the front passenger seat of the vehicle. "You don't look so good." Forcing a smile, I nodded in response.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I reassured her before risking a glance at Nathan, who was driving the vehicle to what they referred to as the compound. "I guess I'm just a bit nervous about starting work at the bakery." Megan winced as she shook her head at me.

"Actually, that's something I needed to talk to you about," she began as she settled back into her seat with an uncomfortable look on her face. "You won't be working at the bakery after all." Confused, I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Really?" I asked, and she nodded in response. "Then where will I be working?" She looked over at Nathan, who risked a glance in the rearview mirror before smiling at me.

"We got a new business," he informed me. "We're opening up a bookstore in the store next to the bakery in order to allow more jobs for the women on the compound." Considering this for a moment, I shrugged.

In all honesty, up until this point, the only job I had ever had was working fast food here in the city. After hearing that there weren't many fast food places at the town near the compound, I had grown nervous about the move to the compound and worried about not fitting in. Megan had reassured me that everyone was nice and that I had nothing to worry about, but even her reassurance didn't help my case any. Instead, if anything, it made things worse.

Normally, I would have chosen to stay in the big city. However, after what happened to Beth when she arrived a few months ago, I found out that it wasn't as safe as I had originally had thought. What made things even worse is the fact that I quickly learned that somebody was watching the house. For all I knew, it was the same people who tried to take Beth, and I didn't feel safe anymore at the house.

So, when Chase offered to allow me to move to the compound, I didn't hesitate. We quickly made arrangements to have me quit my job and start working at the bakery as soon as I arrived so that I could still earn income. Once everything was set, and we were ready, Nathan and Megan came to pick me up, and I was on my way to the compound to start my new life. It didn't make things any easier, though.

The city had been my home for the longer than I could remember, and I felt sorry to leave. It felt strange to leave the city after so long, but I knew it was for the best. There was nothing left for me at this point, and it was better to move on and start over somewhere else. The last thing I wanted was to put myself in harm’s way when the same people who tried to take Beth came for me.

Working at a bookstore wouldn't be that bad. The worst thing that could happen is somebody would decide to ask me a question I didn't know the answer to, and I wouldn't know how to respond. I wasn't much of a bookworm growing up, but I still knew my way around the bookstores as well as the library better than most people my age. If it truly came to it, I could always see about working in the bakery later on.

"Is that going to be a problem?" asked Nathan from the front seat as he looked back at me. "We don't want to put you somewhere you're not going to be comfortable working while staying at the compound. Chase is many things but he's not unreasonable.” I considered this for a moment before shaking my head in response.

"I can handle it," I reassured them. "I've done similar work over the last couple years, so it won't be a problem to work at a bookstore. In all honesty, I'd like the change of scenery." Nathan and Megan exchanged looks, and Megan turned to look at me.

“If you say so,” she stated before turning to look back towards the window. “In case you were wondering, it’s not too bad at the compound. The guys are a little rough around the edges, but, once you get past their rugged nature, they’re actually quite nice." Not wanting to seem rude, I nodded in response.

I was certain that, even though they were a motorcycle club previously known as the Barbarians, they truly were nice and everything, but I didn't want to push my luck. I had grown up with more than a healthy fear of gangs in general, and motorcycle gangs and clubs were the ones that I feared the most. I had seen what happened to women younger than me who got involved, and I didn't want to be another statistic on a board. So, when Megan told me everything, I was worried.

I knew that I shouldn't be prejudiced, especially towards somebody I didn't know. However, when it came to motorcycle clubs and gangs, there was nothing wrong with a dose of healthy caution. The last thing I wanted was to upset anybody and end up in a lot of trouble. So, as we drove along, I kept as quiet as possible, thinking to myself what I was going to do once we had arrived.

It didn't take us long before we finally arrived at the compound, and, as I followed Megan's example and got out of the car, I took a look around at my new home. The compound was exactly as she had described in her phone calls, yet it felt as though she had left so much out. Of course, I didn't blame her because there were so many parts about the compound that were beyond words. It felt more like a small village in the old days rather than a compound, and I suppose that's why it was called a compound.

"Need help with your bags?" Megan asked as she hopped over to meet me, reminding me of how she would behave when we were children.

Ever since she started working at the bakery and seeing Nathan, she had been acting differently. At first, I thought it was because she was finally free of Mom and Dad's reign of terror, but, the more I talk to her, the more I came to realize that it was more than that. If anything, she was starting to act more and more like a child than I had ever seen. After seeing Nathan watching us, I shook my head politely and gave her a smile.

"No thanks, little sister," I told her. "I think I've got it from here." She started to protest when Chase, the leader of the group, approached the car, followed by three other men. He paused when he saw me.

"Amanda, I presume?" he asked, and I nodded in response. "Come with me please. We still have a lot to discuss regarding your stay here." A sinking feeling started set in my chest, but I continued to hold my head high as I followed him to the main house, hoping that I had made a smart decision.

CHAPTER TWO

Scott

"Hey, new guy," called out one of the men from the compound as he entered the auto repair shop that I was now working in. "Boss needs you to help show off the compound to a new arrival. Think you can manage it?" A look of confusion crossed my face as I stared at the man in shock.

I had only been a part of the group for a few weeks, and I was just barely getting used to the compound. The fact that Chase wanted me to help show someone else around the compound was a bit strange, especially when there were so many people who were here a lot longer than I had been. At first, I thought that it might be a prank, but, when I remembered that Adam the man who was talking to me didn't joke around, especially since the birth of his son, I realized that he may actually be serious. Rising to my feet next to the motorcycle I was fixing, I shrugged in response.

"I suppose so," I agreed reluctantly as I struggled to think of the words to say. "However, I thought he said that he wanted this motorcycle done in an hour." Adam looked confused as he looked down at the motorcycle I had been working on.

"Who told you that?" he asked, sounding a bit suspicious as he looked back up at me. "Chase never said anything about a motorcycle repair needing to be done by the end of today, especially since he would have told me, not you." It was at that moment that the sinking feeling in my chest started to sit in, and I lowered my gaze.

"Bradley is the one who told me," I admitted. "He said that he was talking to Chase, and he had to bring the motorcycle in for repairs. He then told me that Chase demanded that the repairs be done by the end of today, despite all the other work we have to do." Immediately, a look of realization dawned on Adam's face, and he shook his head at me.

"That's why the bike looks so familiar," he commented as he looked down at the bike. "Bradley's been trying to get me to fix his bike for the last several weeks now, but, because of the other orders that I have to do for the shop, I haven't had the time. He probably got tired and decided that he was going to try to force you to do it so he can get it done already." I felt embarrassed as I looked back up at him.