Page 20 of Holley Jolly Biker

But it wasn’t every day that a woman and a little girl came to the clubhouse.

And it was never that anyone asked for me.

Once I made it to the door, I opened it and didn’t even bother trying to keep it open for the men and women at my back.

Because what bothered me was the fact that Soraya was hiding behind Ophelia’s legs.

I looked at Ophelia and teased, “So, you stalkin’ me now?”

The brothers at my back all froze. I felt it. I knew it.

I didn’t tease.

Fuckin’ ever.

But seeing Ophelia’s shoulders loosen slightly and then seeing Soraya’s face peek out and smile a small smile at me, I would do it.

Every single second of every single day.

Ophelia shook her head, “Little Miss Pumpkin’ Head wanted to do something as a thank you for what you did yesterday.”

I looked at the tray I realized she was holding, and then I looked down at Soraya.

I moved slowly until I reached the two of them, and then I lowered myself to the ground and asked, “You made something for me?”

She leaned her head further around Ophelia’s legs, then she looked up at her, then at me, and nodded, “Yes. Monnie always says you should repay kindness with kindness.”

I liked that.

I really fucking liked that.

And that was when a cold wind blew over the lot.

I stood up and said, “It’s gettin’ cold. Come on inside.”

Ophelia shook her head and looked behind me, “No. It’s okay. We just wanted to give you these.”

I stepped closer to her and said the words that had been on my mind since yesterday.

“Hadn’t stopped thinkin’ about ya. Either of ya. Really like to spend time with the two of ya. Get to know ya better. Nothin’ inside those walls will harm either of ya. It does, I’ll take care of it.”

That was when she seemed to look even deeper into my eyes.

I wasn’t sure what she was lookin’ for, but I hoped like fuck she found it.

And I knew that she had when she nodded, then looked down at Soraya, “Do you want to go inside?”

Soraya nodded, “Monnie, it is cold. And we have Saint with us.”

Apparently, that was all my woman... yeah... I had already dubbed her that title in my head.

Ever since I had seen her at the diner a few weeks ago, she has been on my mind.

I’ve never walked up to a woman I was interested in and started a conversation.

Hell, I had never seen one I was remotely interested in until I saw Ophelia and heard her laughing at old man Frank.

Yesterday had been perfect, utterly perfect, for me to get my foot in the door and work myself into their lives.