Sons of Trouble: A Biker Erotic Romance by Tamara Knowles Page B

sky, the droning became a roar, heralding the advance of a faint black smudge in the distance. Several distinct dots powered closer, their roar growing louder. Five bikers, clad in black leather, had arrived in town. They pulled up outside the diner and dismounted.
     
    The first customers of the day swaggered into the diner, startling Bianca as they took up a window booth without a word. She walked over with a notebook and pen, nervously keeping her distance from the thuggish-looking visitors.
     
    “Can I get you anything to drink?” she asked apprehensively.
     
    “Strong black coffee would be good, please,” said the leader of the band of bikers, politely. He even smiled as he said it, which was pleasantly surprising.
     
    Bianca went off and returned with some cups and a pot of coffee, while they looked over the menu. She returned to the counter to prepare for the arrival of other patrons, all the while watching the bikers with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. She’d always imagined bikers as rough-looking men in their forties and fifties with long, graying beards and potbellies. Not these guys. They looked strong and well-built, as well as unusually young for Harley riders. There were maybe in their late twenties or early thirties. They all had facial hair, but no long beards. Strangest of all, there were no patches or badges on their jackets indicating which biker club they belonged to. They didn’t seem to belong to any. Were they nomads, perhaps? Driving from town to town until they found a club?
     
    One of the bikers waved at her and Bianca came back over with a notebook and pen in hand, ready to take their orders. In fact, their appearance wasn’t what was strangest about them: it was their attitude. They were unfailingly courteous as she took their orders, even thanking her.
     
    The leader even gave her a friendly smile, as he gave his order. She caught a curious glint in his eye, as she turned to leave. So, she stole another glance at him as she gave the order to the cook.
     
    The leader had a head of shoulder-length, brown hair and a beard that was finely trimmed and groomed. His blue eyes were expressive and a daredevil twinkle sparkled in their depths. He also had a bad boy smirk that played about his lips. Having such rough-edged men share a table at her diner was a little off-putting. Plus, something about their handsome leader made her feel strange, but so far they hadn’t caused any trouble.
     
    Bianca served the nomad bikers the scrambled eggs and pancakes they’d ordered. Then, she quickly got busy, as more customers arrived for breakfast. All morning, though, she couldn’t keep her eyes off the bikers and their dashing leader. She stole another glance at the leader and he gave her a smile in response. She quickly averted her gaze in embarrassment, opting to stare at the counter.
     
    Her reflection in the little mirror behind the counter caught her eye and she began examining herself a little self-consciously. She had dark hair with a few blond highlights streaking through it. She kept it tied back in a ponytail to keep it out of the way. She had soft brown eyes with a button nose underneath. Overall, she was quite pretty.
     
    Bianca sighed wistfully. Her lack of a love life was the least of her problems right now. She had a business to run. She worked long hours, seven days a week; so, there was no room or time for a boyfriend. Serving customers, collecting money and tips, cleaning up afterwards, and paying taxes and bills took up most of her time. Plus, she usually had to pay for repairs after visits by the Merrick crew.
     
    The familiar roar of a 4x4 made Bianca’s heart sink and she cursed herself for jinxing the moment. The Merrick boys’ pickup truck pulled into the parking lot and the young thugs jumped out, swaggering towards the diner. They barged in like the bosses they thought they were. Their conversation was so loud, it made the bikers turn around to see what all