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  Your Neighborhood Biker

  The Neighborhood #7

  Tarrah Anders

  COPYRIGHT © 2019– TARRAH ANDERS

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  Tarrah Anders | Tarrah Anders, LLC [email protected] |www.tarrahanders.com

  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  Book Formatting: Tarrah Anders, LLC

  Cover: Jess Bryant Designs

  Ordering Information: Your Neighborhood Biker

  ISBN: 9780463392218

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Epilogue

  Dear Friends,

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Also by Tarrah Anders

  Not all bad boys are bad.

  Chapter One

  The wind whips across my cheekbones as I drive down the dark highway. I’ve been on my bike for two days, only making stops to sleep a few hours, to take a leak and to fuel up.

  I’m moving to the small town of Mercy, where my brother lives for some work that he mentioned needed to be done. He offered to help me out as I needed to get away.

  I’m leaving the life of living and breathing The Rebel Warriors behind me. I want something more out of my life and after Eddy, my best friend was killed, I realized that too many of my friends’ lives have been in turmoil. Since Eddy was killed, my life has been threatened several times, and I haven’t ever done shit to deserve it without my knowing.

  The Rebel Warriors isn’t the type of MC that harbors drugs or weapons. We run a charity, or so I thought. The Rebel Warriors were doing some shady shit under me and half of my brothers noses the entire time. It wasn’t the greatest learning that my best friend was double dealing and never told me. So, I stepped away for the time being to clear my head and space myself from the club.

  Luckily, my brother’s offer to come to Mercy was always open, and I made a half-assed promise to the club I would be back once the job was finished – which I wasn’t sure I would do.

  Not too long after learning more about what the club was into, I reached out to Micah and he once again offered me work. Only this time, to his surprise, I took it.

  I will be rumbling into Mercy around sunset and I haven’t a fucking clue what kind of work he has for me, but I don’t care. It’s legit, and I know that with my strait-laced brother, there wouldn’t be any shady shit happening, which makes me happy.

  I turn my signal to the right, turn, and see the “Welcome to Mercy” sign. I take a deep breath and pass by homes upon homes. Stop sign after stop sign, and then I finally come to a stop light. It appears to the only one in this area, on what also looks to be the main street of the town. I stop at the light, even though it’s green and peer down the left side of the street, then down the right. To the right is the bar that my brother manages, The Neighborhood. To the left are businesses and a diner. I’m starved, so I turn towards the food.

  My brother can wait.

  I walk into the diner. It’s bustling with all ages of local folk, chattering and shoving their forks into their mouths. A beautiful woman with high cheekbones, an upturned nose and blue eyes that contrast her olive skin tone greets me. Her long chestnut hair is swept up in a high ponytail and her pink lips smile as she approaches me.

  “Sit anywhere you want,” she waves her hand across the dining room.

  “Where is your section?” I ask flirtatiously.

  “Um, over there,” she says nervously pointing to the far end of the diner. I walk to one of the empty booths where she points and take a seat. I rearrange the napkin and the silverware in front of me as the beauty lays down a menu.

  “I’ve never seen you around these parts, you new or just passing through?” she asks.

  “New for a bit, we’ll see though if it’s a permanent move,” I shrug, “tell me, what’s good here?”

  With her teeth, she pulls the corner of her bottom lip into her mouth and then releases. “If you want dinner type food, the pot roast or the chili casserole. But if you’re looking for something more on the breakfasty side, I would go with the standard steak and eggs. There’s some delicious marinade that Rick, our cook puts on the steak that makes your mouth water and coming back for more.”

  “Is that so?” I smirk at her.

  “At least, I do,” she smiles.

  “Alright, let’s try the breakfast option,” I hand the menu to her.

  “And to drink?”

  “An iced tea, no lemon, please?”

  “You got it. My name is Nydia, so holler if you need anything.”

  “Nice to meet you, Nydia.”

  She turns on her heel and I watch her ass sway as she makes her way to the kitchen area to put up my ticket for the chef.

  I don’t think I will have any problems staying here in Mercy, if people are as friendly as my brother says. In fact, I think after meeting Nydia, I won’t do much complaining at all.

  I didn’t have to wait long to get my food. When Nydia places it in front of me, she lingers and then smiles before she walks away.

  I dig into the steak, and she wasn’t lying. There’s something about the steak that is delicious. My taste buds feel like they’ve been awakened, either that – or I was hungry, and all the gas station food has been total crap. Which is more likely.

  “How is everything?” Nydia approaches the table just as I’ve taken the last bite out of the steak. I put my finger up as I finish chewing, clear my throat and smile.

  “Outstanding, you were right in your assessment.”

  “Well, good. I’m glad. Is there anything else that I can get for you?” She asks with a smile. “More iced tea perhaps?”

  I look to my half-full glass and then shake my head. “I’m good there, but there is one thing that you could get for me.” I purposely pause and then slowly bring my gaze up to her anticipating expression.

  “Yeah? What’s that?” she asks.

  “I would love it, if you could put your phone number in my phone,” I slide my cell to the end of the table, just in front of where she stands and I grin.

  Chapter Two

  She laughs and politely declines to give me her phone number. That’s okay, because I’m persistent. She’s interested, she just might need to get to know me a little more.

  I leave her a nice tip, then wave to her as I exit the diner. I climb back on my bike, fasten my helmet on, and then look up through the widows of the diner. Nydia is wiping her hands on a towel while looking out the windows, at me.

  I smile, give her another short wave which
causes her to quickly look away and I start the bike. I walk it out backwards and with one last glance for the night at Nydia, I make my way to the opposite side of the street down to The Neighborhood. I pull around to the back-parking lot and kill the engine. I sit there a moment before removing my helmet and then place it on the handlebars then begin moving to the back entrance.

  I walk down a hallway, with a break room, a stock room and a few bathrooms, onto the floor of the bar. There are two guys behind the bar, a guy with a lot of tattoos carrying food to a table, and a woman wearing bright pink cowboy boots walking directly towards me in a rush.

  “‘S’cuse me,” she rushes past me and through the bathroom doors.

  I look around and this place is happening. There’s a line at the bar, the atmosphere is relaxed and energetic at the same time, and the aroma coming from the kitchen makes my mouth water, even though I just finished eating.

  I walk up to the bar, lean on my elbows and wait for one of the bartenders to notice me. It takes a bit, as they thin out the line of people before one with a beard comes my way. He throws down a coaster in front of me, leans on his hands and asks me what my poison is.

  “I’m looking for Micah, he here?” I ask gruffly.

  “Is he… in trouble?” the man asks looking suspiciously at me.

  “What? No, I’m his brother.”

  “Oh shit, I’m sorry. I’m a dick. Sorry, you just looked angry and like you wanted to kick his ass,” the guy laughs nervously.

  “Sorry, I guess I have that effect on folks, is he around?”

  “You’re sure that you’re his brother?” the guy asks again.

  “Positive.”

  “Just making sure, let me go grab him for ya. Be right back.”

  The bartender walks around me and down the hallway. A few minutes later, he comes back out and my preppy brother is trailing behind him.

  Micah clasps me on the shoulder and takes the barstool beside me.

  “Didn’t think you would actually come,” he says. “Thirsty?”

  The bartender looks expectantly at me. “I’ll take a jack and coke, light ice.” I reply.

  “You scared the shit out of Miles.”

  “Miles?” I ask.

  “Miles, this is my little brother Cooper. Coop, this is Miles, one of the bartenders here at The Neighborhood. He’s actually now half-owner.”

  “And you’re the owner? When did you decide to invest in a bar?”

  “Nah, I’m not the owner. The owner is Noah, the other guy over there. I’m the manager of the place.” Micah says.

  “That’s weird,” I reply quietly.

  “It’s different, I won’t bore you with the details, don’t worry. So, you really came.”

  “You say that like you didn’t believe me when I said that I would,” I reply.

  “Well, I just never thought that you would leave the MC,” he shrugs.

  “Yeah, I’m not completely out, but I’m taking a long break. Things change. And I needed one.”

  “Needed what?”

  “I needed a change,” I shrug taking a sip from the tumbler.

  “Alright, everything okay?” Micah asks.

  “Yeah, I would rather not bring you into it, but I’ll just say that it’s been a shitty few months.”

  “Got it. Anyways, I’m almost out of here. I have a second bedroom that we’ll need to clear out a bit and you can stay in there.”

  “Great. Thank you. I mean it, thanks.” I say swinging my head and looking at him.

  Here I am, the one who could care less. Growing up, my brother and I were complete opposites. He was the jock, who went away to school. I’m the kid who would break curfew, hook up with chicks and get in trouble at every possible avenue. I didn’t go to college, hell, I barely graduated from high school. And my brother, we’ve always kept in touch over the past several years since our parents passed. I guess it was his way of looking out for me, and now here I am. In his town, on his doorstep, about to start working for him.

  “So, what’s this work that you got? You need me to take peoples orders and shit?”

  “No, it’s actually not me that needs you, but Noah and Luke.”

  “Who?”

  “Noah owns the place, then Luke got a wild idea and they bought into the space next door together. So, now they’re turning it into an addition to the bar and center for kids to have something to do, to not cause trouble and shit.”

  “So, what will I be doing?”

  “Well, all permits, and plans have been approved. So, they’re going to start construction, I figured that you could help out with that. I remember you being good with your hands, and it’s honest and paying work.”

  “Cool. Guess I should meet this Noah guy, right?

  “Later. I’m pretty much done for the day, so let me close up my stuff and then we’ll get out of here.”

  “I can chill around here for a minute if you need to stick around.”

  “Nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow. Bring your drink, I’ll show you my office, plus I probably have some paperwork that I should get you to fill out since you’re here.”

  Chapter Three

  The next morning, when I’m rummaging through the fridge, I notice that there is no food in the house, so I suggest to Micah that we go to the diner. We walk from his small home to the diner, which takes ten minutes. Once we walk inside, I look around the space for Nydia, but don’t see her.

  I shrug and head over to the same spot that I’ve sat in the previously.

  “You’ve been here already?” Micah asks.

  “I came in to eat before I went to the bar last night. Good food, nice staff, figured that I would try my next meal here too.”

  “Alright, which one?” Micah folds his hands together in front of him on the table.

  “What are you talking about?” I ask in confusion.

  “Who are you checking out? Is it Nydia or Madison?”

  “Um, I’m not sure what you’re talking about, brother.”

  “Hey guys, what can I get for ya? Oh, hey Micah, haven’t seen you here in a while,” an attractive red head says to my brother. She’s cute, but I don’t like redheads, especially since I’ve only got eyes on a certain brunette.

  “Madison. Good seeing you. This is my brother, Cooper, have you guys met yet?”

  She holds her hand out to me and I shake it with a smile. “Nice to meet you,” I say to her.

  “I didn’t know that you have a brother. It’s nice to meet you too. Know what you guys want?” she asks looking between us.

  “Steak and eggs,” I reply and look to my brother.

  “French Toast, eggs over easy and sausage, please?”

  “You got it,” she jots down our orders on the pad of paper, smiles and then practically bounces away.

  “So, it’s Nydia then?” Micah says after several minutes of staring at me in silence.

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I shake my head avoiding his gaze.

  “I seriously doubt it’s Gladys,” Micah points over to the silver haired woman across the room.

  “How would you know. I may have a grandmother kink,” I play.

  “That’s wrong too even joke about.”

  “Dude, there’s porn like that, have you ever watched?”

  “Saggy balls and tits down to the knees, no thanks.”

  “It is different, but hey… one day, we’ll have saggy balls, you don’t want to hate on your future, would you?”

  “I’d rather have my balls removed than think about that,” Micah rubs his forehead.

  “That would be weird, just a dick and no balls… what the hell man, why would you want to separate the group like that? Dick would get lonely.”

  “Don’t act like you know my dick,” Micah laughs.

  “Don’t talk about chopping off your balls, that’s torture,” I point to him.

  “They wouldn’t be your balls; they would be mine.”

  “Let’s c
hange the subject. The less that I know about my brother’s junk, the better,” I say.

  “Yes, let’s and how about we don’t talk about old people porn.”

  “Deal,” I nod.

  “Now, let’s talk about Nydia.”

  I lean my head back and groan.

  The door to the diner opens and I hear a familiar voice call out to our waitress.

  There she is. My head lifts in her direction as I hear my brother chuckling.

  “That’s what I thought,” Micah says.

  I barely register what he’s saying as my eyes are capturing every movement that Nydia makes through the dining area and into the back of the diner where, I can only assume the employee area is. A few minutes later, her long hair is piled on top of her head and she’s wearing an apron over her short shorts. She tucks a pad and a pen into her apron and scans the dining area.

  Her eyes graze over our table and then a moment later, returns. She smiles and then blushes, turning towards Madison and begins talking to her.

  “Tell me everything you know about her?” I ask my brother.

  “I don’t know much, she comes into the bar occasionally, but she’s usually here.”

  Madison places our plates in front of us and then smiles. “Anything else that I can get you fellas?”

  “I think we’re good. Thank you, Mads.” Micah responds.

  Breakfast is quick and easy. Nydia stays behind the counter tending to the patrons sitting at the breakfast bar and unfortunately, doesn’t venture over to our table. Our eyes lock several times before Micah pays the check and we’re out of there. We walk down towards the bar and stop in front of the empty store beside the bar.

  “So, this is my new job?” I ask him peering into the window.