Chapter 1
Dixie
Roxyrollshereyesas she slides a beer across the bar to the prospect.He wiggles his brows at her, making her scowl at him until he tucks his tail and returns to the table where the rest of the guys are sitting.They all hoot and holler, making fun of him for striking out with Roxy.
Everyone strikes out with Roxy.
Roxy and Oakley are my sisters.We’re triplets and our dad is the president of the Savage Wolves, the largest motorcycle club on the east coast.We might be twenty-two years old, but no man in their right mind wants to get anywhere near us.They’re either too scared of our father, or they’re in the motorcycle club and were already told we’re off limits.
Women aren’t allowed to join the club, but we can work for the club.Roxy runs The Savage Saloon, though she refuses to call it that.She says it sounds like we’re from the wild west and no one calls it a saloon anymore; it’s a pub or bar.She just calls it Savage.
Oakley helps run Savage Repairs, a motorcycle and car repair shop.She handles the customers and the paperwork since Dad doesn’t like club members dealing with anyone from our small town.He knows they tend to be hot heads and likes to keep them away from paying customers.
Me?I get to cook for the club.I went to culinary school and dreamed of opening my own restaurant, but Dad wouldn’t have that.He insists I need to work for the club and pour my skills into these men.
I don’t get to make intricate recipes or try something new.Everything is simple and boring.They’re things a high schooler with no experience could cook.It’s a waste of my schooling and my abilities.
I’ve thought about running away, but I could never leave my sisters.They’re my best friends and I’d be lost without them.
“How many prospects or non-members do you think will hit on Roxy tonight before she punches one of them?”I mumble to Oakley as I lift my beer bottle to my lips.
“I’d say only one or two more.If she doesn’t shut it down by then, I think Chopper’s going to jump in.He doesn’t look happy.”Oakley tilts her bottle in Chopper’s direction and I wince.
He’s had his eyes set on Roxy since we were kids.His dad was a Savage Wolf and he grew up around the club.As soon as he was old enough to pledge, he jumped at the chance.I’m fairly certain he thought he’d be able to date Roxy if he was in the club, but he was put in his place real fast.
“What kind of trouble are you two getting into this evening?”Storm stops at the edge of our table and leans his hip against my side of the booth.
“Can we really get into trouble when we’re on Savage territory?”Oakley rolls her eyes.
“Have we ever really gotten in trouble?”I bat my eyelashes at him and try to look as innocent as possible.
Storm is the vice president of the club and Dad’s right-hand man.He’s at least a head taller than me and has broad shoulders that taper down to a narrow waist.His biceps are larger than my thighs and he’s covered in tattoos.
He strokes his thick, black beard as he stares down at me with amusement.His light gray eyes are full of mischief as his lips tip up at one corner.He’s always been my dream man, but I know lusting after him is a waste.Not only is he almost twice my age, but he’d never make a move on me when I'm the president’s daughter.
“I think you’ve gotten into plenty of trouble, Dixie.You just get out of it before we find out about it.”His deep voice wraps around me like a warm hug and has me biting into my bottom lip to keep from saying something I might regret.
Something like ‘please kiss me’ or ‘can I have your babies?’. Those things will only get me into trouble.
“Well, it doesn’t really count if Daddy doesn’t find out,” Oakley singsongs.
“I'm going to have to keep my eye on you, Oakley.”Storm chuckles and shakes his head.
“Hey, most of the time, it’s not my ideas that get us into tough places.”She points a finger in his face.
“Oh, yeah?Whose ideas is it?”He arches a brow in her direction.
“Dixie’s normally the mastermind behind the things we do.Roxy’s the muscles and I'm the impulsive one who likes to get their hands dirty.”
“Really?And what’s the last thing you got away with.”He arches a brow, amusement lighting up his features.
“Aw, you’re so cute.I'm not drunk enough and you’re not attractive enough to get information like that out of me.Sorry, Stormy.”
“Don’t call me Stormy,” he growls.“Didn’t we talk about that a few dozen times?”
“Sorry, I must’ve forgotten.”She wrinkles her nose up and stares up at him with big blue eyes.She’s used this look more than once to get out of things with Storm.He never knows she’s playing him either.
Movement towards the front of the bar draws my attention away from Storm and Oakley.There are a few men I don’t recognize pushing each other near the door.One pulls his fist back and thrusts it straight into the other man’s face.
