Heaven Hill Series - Complete Series

by Laramie Briscoe

“Stipend?”

  Crossing her arms over her chest, she explained. “I’m an education student at Western on a very small scholarship. That’s why I work such a shit job with shit hours. Education is a hard program. I want to teach and it’s expensive.”

  That was a surprise. He had assumed she had the same type of background as the other girls that worked at the bar. He would never have guessed she wanted to be a teacher. “Really?”

  “Don’t look so surprised. Many women have done what they’ve had to do in order to go to college. I’m damn smart.”

  He didn’t doubt that. Just the way he had seen her handle herself showed just how smart she was. “I know you are. I’m just surprised.”

  She snorted. “I always get that when I tell people what I want to do. They assume that just because I came from the proverbial wrong side of the tracks and I work at a strip club that I won’t do anything with my life. Go ahead, be like everybody else in this ass-backwards town.”

  The rest of the ride to the shop passed in complete silence, and Jagger wanted to smack his own mouth. He pulled up to the shop and put the car into park, turning it off. “Look, I’m sorry, okay.”

  Bianca refused to look at him. She picked at her fingernails, which sported a dark red color, and stared out of the passenger-side window. “Don’t be sorry. You had a thought, you voiced it.”

  “But I apparently hurt your feelings in the process. I’m not good at this kind of stuff. I thought I was doing something nice for you.” He ran his hands around the circle of the steering wheel and cursed himself for being so damn dumb in situations like this. He wanted to impress her, not piss her off and make her run away.

  “You did,” she relented. “But I take care of myself. That’s just the way it’s always been. Please tell me how much I owe you. I don’t care if it’s how much it really cost or not, just give me an amount to pay you back. Please, I don’t like to owe people.”

  “Maybe I did it out of the goodness of my heart.”

  She knew he was trying to be cute, but in her experience no one ever did anything out of the goodness of their heart. It was hard to explain the way she thought, to someone who hadn’t grown up the way she had. Most people gave others the benefit of the doubt, she couldn’t remember a time when she ever had. “And maybe you did, but please, let me pay you something back.”

  It hurt his pride that she wouldn’t accept this gift from him, but he realized that maybe it was a pride thing for her as well. “Three hundred. Whenever you can get it to me will be fine.”

  Bianca closed her eyes. That was a lowball quote if she’d ever heard one, but she appreciated that he’d not said something any lower. “Alright, I’ll get it to you a little bit a week.”

  A thought popped into his head. “Only if you let me take you out to dinner once a week. No place fancy, but just let me spend some time with you.”

  “Okay, but only until I pay you back.” It was important to her that he didn’t think she would take him for his money. It was important to her to pay her own way.

  “Who knows, after you pay me back, you might just want to spend time with me.”

  She laughed, flashing a bit of her straight teeth. “In your dreams.”

  He got out of the car and handed the keys to her. It was on the tip of his tongue to say she didn’t know how deep in his dreams that went, but he didn’t want to play his hand so soon.

  “I’ll call you later on in the week and find out when a good time is for you,” he offered.

  “I’ll be waiting.” She winked.

  With that, she was gone, leaving him to watch the car disappear from view.

  “You got it bad.” Tyler clapped his hand on Jagger’s shoulder.

  “And you don’t?” If there was anyone that loved his mate, it was the man standing next to him. Tyler had been through hell with Meredith and they stood together now – stronger than ever.

  “Yeah, but at least mine has the sense to love me back.”

  Bianca watched in her rearview mirror until she could no longer see him. She had wanted to tell him that no one had ever done anything like this for her before. No one had ever cared if her car worked well enough to get her from point A to point B. It was disconcerting to someone who had always only had to rely on herself. Pulling up to her apartment, she made her way up the stairs and inside.

  She had so much work to do if she wanted to keep up with school, and it felt like she was getting deep in over her head. Girls from her family didn’t go to college. They found men, popped out babies, and ‘drew a check’. That had never been what she wanted for her life. At 19, she had started taking classes, sometimes only able to do partial hours, but always doing something. Sighing, she had a seat on the couch and checked the time. It was four hours before her shift started at Wet Wanda’s. If she was lucky, she’d be able to do some of her required reading and finish a paper that was due next week. Maybe then she would feel a little bit more on top of things and more in control of her life. Maybe then Jagger wouldn’t make her feel so out of control.

  Mind made up, she set the alarm on her phone and dove headlong into her assignments, not letting up until that alarm went off and she had to get ready for work.

  Chapter Three

  Wet Wanda’s was bursting at the seams with patrons, and Bianca’s feet were killing her. The number of people that had gathered into the small space swelled until it was over capacity. It was always this way when Jagger came out to play. Leaning against the bar, she took a breather and gazed out at the sea of people that had crammed themselves in every nook and cranny available.

  Her gaze landed on a group of people near the stage, all wearing the red and black colors of Heaven Hill. They had been regulars since Jagger had begun performing. It was nice to see the camaraderie that the group shared. There was never a night he performed that they didn’t pack the place. She’d noticed recently there were more women coming with them. She knew that two of them belonged to Tyler and Liam, but the rest she just knew came for Jagger.

  “Why are you shootin’ daggers at all those women over there?” Jasmine asked, an all-knowing grin on her face.

  “No reason.”

  “Bullshit. If you like the man, why don’t you just go for it?”

  It was hard to explain, even to herself, why she didn’t feel like she could just make a move on this man. Something kept holding her back. In not wanting to be one of those women who drew a check, she had somehow managed to shut herself off to every available avenue towards romance there was. “We’d never work out.”

  With those words, she pushed away from the bar and went back out into the crowd. There were people who needed beer, and she had a job to do.

  Jagger stood behind the small brick building that housed Wet Wanda’s, smoking a cigarette. Usually, he liked to be inside the club, feeling the vibe of the crowd, but tonight he craved his own company. He still felt bad about what had transpired between him and Bianca that afternoon. Even though he’d managed to get a dinner once a week out of it, it still left a bad taste in his mouth that she refused help.

  “Crowd’s gettin’ crazy in there. You need to hit the stage soon.”

  He glanced up, noticing that Wanda herself had come out to greet him. His breath showed bright white in the night air as he exhaled deeply. “I’ll be in there in a few minutes,” he promised as he took the last drag off his cigarette.

  His shoulders squared, he walked in and grabbed his guitar out of its case. Normally his show was rowdy, and it couldn’t be described as either rock or country. Tonight though he felt melancholy and wanted to project that to everyone who had come to see him. For some reason, he wanted to show a different side of the man they all thought they knew. Sitting down, he put his guitar across his knee and worked on warming up his fingers and voice before he hit the main stage.

  He played the familiar chords to a song he’d written a few years before and softly sang the words, welcoming the feeling that came over his body. This was whe
re he felt at home, when he had the weight of a guitar in his hands and on his knee. The back of a motorcycle was his freedom, but the stage was his salvation. Eyes closed, he continued with his warm-up until his hair prickled, and he knew that Bianca watched him.

  Opening his eyes, he grinned at her, continuing to strum, making up a little song about her spying on him.

  She couldn’t help the giggle that came up from deep in her belly or the blush that spread across her cheeks. “You’re silly.”

  “Wow, you do have a sense of humor.”

  “Every once in a while, so enjoy it while you got it.” She gave him her back, her hair flying towards him.

  He caught the scent of raspberry vanilla shampoo and almost salivated. Everything about this woman drove him crazy. “You stayin’ for my show?” he asked.

  “I’m workin’, so I’ll be here.”

  “But will you be watching?” he asked, his fingers poised on the chords of the guitar, waiting to see what she would say.

  She turned, her eyes twinkling. He loved it when he could see a bit of life there. When she was having fun. When for just a few moments she seemed to forget how serious she was supposed to be. “Maybe.”

  Two hours later his melancholy had all but lifted as he listened to the roar of the crowd. They were chanting his name as he went off stage. He loved this little bar, it made him feel like a rock star every time he played here. People always told him he should try to get a record deal, but he loved the indie feel of what he was doing. He loved that he played the music he loved the way he loved, and no one could tell him what to do.

  “Y’all have a good night!”

  He threw his guitar pick over to the section that housed his club, making sure one of the women caught it. Many of the women who hung around the club now hung around for him, he wasn’t oblivious to it. He played into it because that’s what they expected, but he didn’t really enjoy it. Walking to the back, behind the stage, he grabbed a towel that someone had laid out for him. Taking off his cut, he ran the towel along his arms and the back of his neck before running it over his mop of dirty blond hair.

  “You did a really good job out there.”

  Her voice was the last he had expected to hear. “Wow, not only do you have a sense of humor, but you can give a compliment too. This must be my lucky day.”

  Bianca rolled her eyes. “Don’t get used to it.”

  “So, since you’re here, I figured maybe we could go ahead and make our dinner date.”

  She had hoped he would give her a little while to get used to the idea, but it was also just like him to strike while the iron was hot. “Okay, I’m off work on Wednesday. Every other day I either work or I have class. That’s the best I can do.”

  “I can work with that. I’ll come pick you up.”

  “Uh, not so fast. It’s cold, and I’m not riding your bike. I’ll drive myself, that way I can leave when I want to.”

  There was that bite of attitude that he loved so much. “Whatever you feel comfortable with. How about you come and pick me up?”

  That was different. No other man had ever run so easily with her mood swings. “You’re just hoping to drive my car.”

  “You’ll never know unless you come pick me up,” he teased.

  “Don’t get used to all of this. I’m only being agreeable because I owe you money.”

  With that, she left, leaving him staring after her. That last sentiment was the one thing he desperately needed to change. He wanted her to be agreeable all the time.

  Chapter Four

  “Are you tryin’ to look good for your date?”

  Jagger’s eyes met Tyler’s in his mirror as he ran his hands through his hair and then scrubbed at the scruff on his face.

  “So what if I am? There’s nothing wrong with good hygiene.”

  Tyler had a seat on the bed and faced the young man he had taken under his wing. Since the whole “curse of the skull” fiasco, he felt like they were friends. “I’m taking your place on the ride tonight, right?”

  “That’s right, and I didn’t get a chance to thank you, so thanks. I’ll take your ride Friday if you want me to,” Jagger offered as he smoothed his hands down his shirt and then put his cut on over it.

  “That’s exactly what I was coming here to ask you. The wifey and I are going to the house for the weekend.” He wagged his eyebrows up and down in a suggestive motion.

  “You crack me up when you say that. She doesn’t wear a ring on her finger.”

  Tyler got up from the bed and leveled him with a look. “Doesn’t mean she ain’t my wife.”

  “Where are we going?” Bianca asked from the passenger side of her Mustang as she saw him take the interstate south. Somehow as soon as she’d arrived to pick him up, he had sweet-talked his way into driving.

  “To have some dinner,” he answered evasively.

  When he had mentioned dinner, she had assumed it would be in Bowling Green. “Are you taking me to Nashville?”

  “Yeah, there’s a good little barbecue place down there. Its biker friendly, and they also have seafood. I figured both of us could find something we like there.”

  He seemed so excited about showing her a place different than what they had in Bowling Green that it was hard to be mad at him for spending money on her again. His excitement fed her own and it was hard to remind herself that she wasn’t a willing participant in this date. The spending money on her felt so much like he was supporting her that it killed her conscience. Instead of focusing on the fact he’d taken her out of her comfort zone, she made a decision just to enjoy their time together.

  The radio played in the background and it surprised her that he had tuned it into the hard rock station out of Nashville. “I figured you’d want to listen to country.”

  “Just because I tend to play country doesn’t mean that’s all I like. I’m not one of those people who are just black or white. There’s a lot of gray to me too. I’m neutral on a lot of things.”

  For the first time since they had gotten into the car, she let her guard down. “So tell me something about yourself.”

  That question knocked him for a loop. Never in any of their conversations did she give the indication that she might be interested in anything about his life. “I joined a motorcycle club because my family hates them.”

  She busted out laughing, holding her stomach. “What? Seriously?”

  “You mind if I smoke in here?”

  She shook her head and watched as he dug into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a new pack of cigarettes. It was almost intimate to watch him grab the wheel with his knees and use his hands to pound on the hard box that encased the cigarettes. When he’d beaten the top of the case to his satisfaction, he flipped the lid open and pulled one out.

  “You got a lighter?” he asked as he held the stick of tobacco between his lips.

  Leaning forward, she pressed the one on the console and waited patiently for it to pop back out. Once it did, she leaned towards him, carefully handing him the orange glowing circle. He grabbed it from her and put it up to his cigarette, inhaling until the tip caught fire. He took a drag and blew smoke towards the window he’d cracked.

  “Thanks,” he smiled over at her.

  “Not a problem. Now please explain to me what the fuck you mean about your family hating motorcycle clubs.”

  He visibly shook his shoulders, almost like he wanted to relax just a little bit before he went into the story.

  “My parents are what some would classify as ‘crazy’ Christians. They are Bible-thumpers of the worst kind.”

  “Hypocrites?” she asked.

  “Like you would not believe. The day I turned eighteen I was outta that house so fast I left tread marks on the carpet.”

  For what felt like the first time, she took a good look at him. His sandy blond hair was a mop on his head – not unkept, just unruly. The scruff at his chin wasn’t a full beard, but a little bit long. Her gaze ran down to his body. Tonight he
wore a short sleeve shirt, and it gave her the option of checking out the ink he had on both arms.

  “Do you have full sleeves?”

  “Yeah. I figured that could be my first rebellion, and then I got to where I liked it.”

  “I don’t have a tattoo, but I’ve always wanted one.”

  He smiled wide, showing the wrinkles at the corners of his mouth. “Once you get one, you’ll want a ton.”

  “Are you done?”

  “I’ve got two full sleeves and a back piece. I think so. There’s really nothing else that I want. Maybe if I got married I’d put my wife’s name on me somewhere. Definitely if I have kids I’d honor them that way, but for right now…I’m pretty sure I’m done.”

  “Hmm.”

  “What the fuck does that mean? Hmm?” Jagger regarded her with a disbelieving look on his face. “What the hell?”

  “I just think that says a lot about you. Maybe you’re much more old-fashioned than you thought. Wanting to tie yourself to a woman like that forever? That’s pretty deep. I never even thought you’d be the marriage type.”

  Okay, that kind of offended him. “What about me doesn’t look the marriage type?”

  “That tattoos, the cut,” she said as if it should have been obvious.

  He cut her off. “I’ll have you know, Liam and Tyler have very rewarding relationships.”

  “But they’re older than you, that’s all I’m saying.”

  “That’s it, no more questions for you,” he told her. “I want to ask some of my own.”

  She tensed visibly. It was obvious that even though she’d been all about asking him questions, the thought that he could do the same made her uncomfortable.

  “Hey, if it’s going to make you uncomfortable, you don’t have to answer.” He didn’t want to give her the out, but he did anyway.

  “No it’s only fair. I’ve just never had someone to open up with like this before, and because it’s you…it unnerves me.”

  He chanced a glance at her. “What do you mean I unnerve you?”