Lucien The Razorback MC book 1

Jackie’s POV: I unlocked the café doors every morning. I got the till ready, the coffee brewing easily enough before going to put out the fresh scones that were proofed and baked last night. I got things done, and then I let my morning shift in as I opened the doors and flipped the sign over. I got Jenny up to speed on what was on 'special' for coffee this morning. Since we were on a school street, we got the parents flooding in before and after drop-off. Not to mention the other adults and people trying to start families in the area as well. I looked around at the crowd flowing in, slowly I realized there were just too many drinks on the line and I didn't focus on anything but the cups and the names I had to call out when I got the drinks done. But then around 9:30 things started to slow down. I got more food out, was putting them in the case when I heard loud laughing, and I looked up and around to see the same biker man that comes in like clockwork. He had his vest on, brown hair past his ears, green eyes that seemed to glow under my café lights, sunglasses tucked into the front of his shirt, and a phone to his ear before he put it down and then in his pocket. He always tried to talk to me, but I always just gave him a smile and walked into the back and watched him in the cameras until he left. Today was no different, he kept at his flirting. "So, you're the only one with no nametag... it's got to be something really f*****g cute. Pepper? Honey? Goldilocks?" I rolled my eyes at the ‘original’ names. I had long blonde hair that was always pinned back while I was at work. "Here." I finished off his coffee and held it out to him and he grabbed it and then my wrist softly. "Name?" He asked, and I just laughed lightly and tugged my hand away. "It's on the cup." I told him, and he looked confused. "You also gave it to the lady who took your order." I smirked as he caught on and I just kept going on with the drinks. I knew his name was Lucien, I knew he drove a Harley, and I saw the dog tags on his neck. I knew he was bad news when I saw the motorcycle and the cut, but then I saw the dog tags. I knew he would be off limits. I don't date men like my father, any military man was X-ed out... no matter how hot and flirty they were. "I would really like to know your name baby." He said, and I looked back to him and saw his smirk as he looked over my face and then down to what little he could see of my body behind the counter. "Take a guess." I decided to play his little game today. I was bored, the coffee cups were slowing down. "Julie." He said, and I gave a scoff. "Amber? Tiffany? Monica? Muffy?" He listed, and I just rolled my eyes at the names. "Butch?" He tried with a light chuckle and I gave him a look before calling out a name. "Got to give me something love. A letter." He asked, and I just held in my smile before looking around at the door and then the nonexistent line. "My name starts with a J." "Jessica" He asked, and I rolled my eyes and got the last cup out before hearing the bell above the door. I looked up to see the person walk in. I only wanted to see the person if he or she were a regular... but what I saw was a man walking in with a gun, pointing at me. "I want my place back Jackie." He shouted, and I just clenched my jaw. Another customer screamed, and I saw the man reach back and lock the door. "Your father ruined me!" He told me, and I just wanted to scoff and tell him to join the club, but he did have a gun. "Jackie." I heard Jenny whisper my name. I looked over to her and she had already pushed the silent alarm button and she was freaking out. "You're fine Jenny. Go into the back." I told her and saw the man take three quick steps. "You need to lower that gun." I looked to the biker, Lucien, when he spoke up and I saw him moving slowly to get in front of me and I grabbed Jenny's wrist and pulled her behind me. "You need to back off! And she is not going in the back! Do you think I am stupid? Just like your father!" He shouted at me and he waved the gun from me to Lucien and then around the café. "Who are you?" I asked him and stepped forward so he would train his eyes back on me. "Ask daddy dearest! He got me dishonorably discharged!" "Back off." Lucien had to have been shouting at me since I was the only one that had moved closer. "Shut up!" The man shouted turning back to him with the gun and I looked around the bottom and spotted the fire extinguisher. "Get away from me!" He told Lucien and I saw him hold up his hands, but never once did he take a step back. "Come around here Jackie. Now!" He waved towards the counter. "I can't- " "Do it now you little b***h! Hurry the f**k up!" He was getting angrier. I could tell. I just nodded before holding my hands up and moving back as if to go through the back to get to him instead of over the counter like he wanted me to. "What are you doing?" He asked and walked closer. But as soon as he got within arm’s reach of Lucien, he forgot the most important rule of combat. Lucien grabbed his wrist, twisted, a shot was fired up into the ceiling and I made a dive for the fire extinguisher. I grabbed it, threw it over the counter and heard a groan. I got up on the counter and saw the man get from under a now groaning, hands on his head, Lucien. The man didn't have the gun anymore though. I saw it in Lucien's hand as he got up and groaned. I ran through the back and into the front to help him up and he set the gun on the counter as he tried to stand. "Are you okay?" I asked him, and he sent me a glare. "Who the f**k threw the fire extinguisher on me?" I nibbled my lip and he shook his head. "Who was he?" "I have no idea." "So... Jackie is the name huh?" He asked me as he sat up and leaned against the counter. "Yeah. Where did it hit you?" I asked, and he gave me another glare. Well not me as I saw him look past me. "Cops." He nodded towards the door and I just looked to the front door. I stood and went to the door, hands up and opened it. "Ma'am, we received the silent alarm, is that the perp?" They nodded inside, and I looked back to see them looking at Lucien, one cop already putting a hand on his service weapon. "No actually. He saved everyone in the café. I got a little worried that things would not work out for him and threw a fire extinguisher over the counter and hit him... the other guy got away, but Lucien got the gun from him. It's in there on the counter." I waved them in, and Lucien got up and rubbed the back of his neck. "Can you guys all describe the man? Did he get away with any cash?" The cops asked right away, and I shook my head at the second question. "He didn't get away with anything officer, it seems that he was after me." I told them, and Officer Martinez looked utterly confused. "Okay... wait, start from the top. When did he come in here, when did you first see him with the gun?" Now I needed to do an entire line up of events. "I was actually talking with Lucien when I heard the bell for the door. I looked up to see if it was a regular and he already had the gun out and pointing at me." I told him, and he nodded. I went on to tell him about how he was saying things about my father. "And your father knows him how?" He asked, and I worked my jaw as I looked away. "I don't know. My father is a Marine. We haven't spoken in years. Last I heard he was stationed in Germany." I told the cop and he just nodded and started to write things down. "And you said he knew your name? Even though you don't know him at all." "Yes." I didn't understand why that needed clarification, but if he needed to write it down as a second confirmation, then I would comply. "Okay... and your cameras- " "I don't have cameras here. I mean I do, but they don't record, it's just to check the front to see how busy it is." I told him and crossed my arms as he rolled his eyes. "Is that a huge issue officer? This is a neighborhood watch area. I have bars on my windows. I have three locks on the back door that doesn't have a handle on the outside. I have a silent alarm button. Do I have to do everything that your job is designed for?" I felt a hand on my hip, and I turned to see Lucien looking down at me with a question in his eyes, but I just looked back to the officer. "Well, we need you both to meet with a sketch artist." Martinez looked at both of us and I just glared harder as he turned and walked away before giving us a time and date to do it. "Damn sweet cheeks remind me not to piss you off." Lucien whispered near my ear and I rolled my eyes. "Thank you..." I felt the weight of the events crashing down and I looked away. "Babe you don't have to thank me. Well, if you really want to, we can go and get an extremely late dinner tonight, go back to my place..." He trailed off and I smiled and shook my head. "How about free coffee for a month." I offered, and he just raised a brow before looking around. "Why did he want you?" He asked. "Apparently my father ruined his life." Lucien looked to me and carefully eyed me. "Jacqueline Oswald, you own the place correct?" The other officer came over asking and I just nodded and looked at his name. "Yes." I added when he didn't seem to get that I nodded. "How long have you been in this area?" He asked, and I felt Lucien grab my hip one more time. "About 4 years. I can try and get in contact with my father and give you the information. That way you can send him the final sketch and see who he is since he obviously knew my father." I told Officer Jacobs and I just saw him give me an incredulous look like he couldn't comprehend what I was talking about. "Why is your father out of your life?" "That would be a personal matter that you don't need information about." I snapped, and he just gave me a look and then moved to face Martinez. "I think we're almost done here." "What? You didn't talk to everyone." I said and saw all the customers lining up like they wanted to help. "Well, you two are the ones who interacted with him. We will take the gun and set up a time for you both to come down to the station and make a sketch. We will try and get in touch with your father once you find that information. It's not our fault you don't have cameras to make this easier to identify him." Excuse me? "Why don't you run his prints from the gun." I offered out but they just shrugged. "Luke here probably smeared them all, but I guess we could check- " "You guess? Take my prints. Rule me out, check the other ones through military personnel since he knows her father. Not that hard." Lucien snapped and squeezed my side slightly and I watched him glare at the cops. "We are trying to do our job. Don't try and do it for us." I heard Jacobs slur something about him being a dirty biker and I made a move towards him, but Lucien's hand turned into an arm around my waist holding me still. "Chill hot shot. He aint the first and he won't be the last." Lucien touched my cheek with his finger and I just worked my jaw. "My boys will take care of this." He whispered to me and I turned into him. "They'll get him." I shrugged out of his embrace and he looked at the cops as they asked a couple more questions to the other people. "Why does he want you babe?" He asked me, and I just looked around again. "No clue." I muttered and sighed. "But I am closing up early." I told him and moved to go into the back again, so I could start to put things away. "Boss?" I heard Jenny call out and I looked at her as I set the scones down. "What honey?" I asked her, and she nibbled her lip. "Can I... I know I should help but with- " "Jenny. You can go home. Have the rest of the week off. I don't think I will open tomorrow." I told her, and she nodded, and I saw tears drip down as she started to fiddle with her fingers. "Jenny." I called, and she finally looked up at me. "Yes?" "I would never let you get hurt. That is why I put myself in front of you. Take the time off, I'll pay you still." I rubbed over her shoulder and gave her a quick hug. "Okay." She pulled back and wiped her face. I let her collect her things before I finished up with putting things away and I made a couple signs that said we would be closed tomorrow and the rest of today. Once I was done, I realized that the café space was void of almost all of the people from before. I put up the signs as I felt Lucien watching me. "I am sure you can leave." I turned back to him when I saw the cops finally take off. "I'll walk you to the car." Lucien walked towards me, his entire demeanor oozed alpha male and I knew even if I said I was fine he would follow me out. "I don't have a car." I told him, and he just looked confused. "I live just a couple blocks away." I told him and that seemed to upset him some more. "Do you have a car that you can use until this guy is taken care of?" He asked me, and I shook my head. "Last time I had a car it was before I got this café." I told him, and he nodded and worked his jaw. "Okay babe, I will take you home. We'll work out a schedule when we get there." "You don't have to do that." I smiled at him sweetly, knowing this might work on my brother but for Lucien he just crossed his arms. "Babe I don't think you get what is happening. That man came in here, not to rob you, not to kill you, but to take you with him. He will be back. And when he tries, I will take care of him. But until then, bet your sweet hot ass that I am your new bodyguard." He looked me up and down and I just felt myself flush. "I don't need-" "Yes, you do. I will camp outside and drive behind you as you walk." "Lucien." I shook my head and he smirked. "I love the sound of my name on your lips." He took a step closer to me. "Wonder how you sound in bed... would you moan or scream?" He asked, and I just bit my lip and gulped. I felt myself getting hot and bothered as my mind went back to the last time, I had s*x. 9 months was a long time. And Lucien... he was s*x on a stick and looking at me like I was his next meal. Deep down, if he wasn't wearing those dog tags, I knew I would let him. "Alright. Take me home." I said and moved to lean over the counter and grabbed my purse, my keys from the register and turned back to see him looking at my legs and ass. "Pig." I muttered as I passed him, and he laughed. "Oink." He teased behind me and I opened the door and let him out first before closing it behind me and locking up. I grabbed the links and locked that as well before turning to see him on his bike, holding out his helmet for me. "Come on chick." He waved it at me, and I just shook my head slightly as I walked closer and took it from him. "Turn left on Canal." I told him as he started to turn with the traffic. He zagged through the other cars, speeding slightly and when we got two blocks away, he turned quick, making me screech and grab his sides tighter. I heard him laugh and I leaned into him as he took another turn around a car. "The green house." I called out and pointed at it as he revved his engine and I felt him slowing down. He pulled up onto the sidewalk, then onto the dead grass. "Let's get inside." He reached back and grabbed my knee, gave it a squeeze and I felt that touch all the way up to my- "Yes." I jumped up and took off the helmet. I heard him laugh as I grabbed my purse and started to search for my house keys, I got the gold key, pushing it in and turning before smelling cigarettes. I turned back around expecting to see Lucien smoking, but he was just locking up his helmet. "What?" He asked me as he got to the top step. "I smell cigarettes." I told him, and he looked around before looking down at me. "I don't smoke. You aren't smoking... so why does my house smell like smoke?" I asked him, and he narrowed his eyes before pushing the door open the rest of the way. He walked in, pushing open my closet door, opening up others before coming back to the front door. "Go upstairs and get some clothes. Someone was in here. All the knives in your kitchen are missing. Do you have any guns in the house?" "No." I shook my head and moved around him and looked around upstairs. I had a pocketknife I keep under my bed and I grabbed that since it was still here. I moved to get a duffle bag and looked through my safe in my shoe closet to get my emergency cash stash out and I heard a whistle. "Why do you have a stack like that?" Lucien asked, and I stood up. "My father is a Marine, my mother... she was a planner. She always told me that if anything happened this is what she kept." I told him, and he just watched me go and pack socks and bras and panties and he walked over and grabbed a thong and I held out my hand for them. "I think I am going to hang onto them babe." He put them in his jeans and I just huffed. "At least I don't need them." I told him, and he just walked into my space and his hand skimmed my lower back before he turned me into my chest. "You have an option. Either stay at my place, or with me in the club house." He said, and I just blinked hard. "Why would I stay in either of those? I have enough here for a week stay at a hotel- " "Not happening. He will find you in a hotel. He would just have to follow you. He's already been here." Lucien looked around and I fiddled with the cash in my hand. "Fine... I don't want to make you uncomfortable, so we can stay where you want." I told him, and he just sent me a wide smirk. "My place it is. My daughter likes the club, but she does not need the parties in her life." I froze at the mention of his kid. I didn't know he had one. Or that he had a baby mama. "Maybe I should stay at the club house then. I don't want her to think that I am just a... I don't think- " "Stop Jackie. My daughter is 7 years old. She is in second grade. I drop her off every morning. That is why I go to your coffee shop. Just up the street from her school." He told me, and I just bit my lip. "Camille is smarter than you would think for her age. I haven't had a woman around my daughter since her mother left her on my doorstep." "That's got to be tough. I lost my mother shortly after my brother was born." I muttered and ducked my head when he looked at me with some kind of tenderness. It made my stomach drop; my clit throb and my n*****s harden. I gulped and realized my mouth was dry. "So, my place." He told me, and I just kept still. "Are you sure? I can find some hotel-" "That man came at you with a gun, ready to take you." He added, and I nodded. "You are coming with me, now get everything you need for the night, everything else we will come back for later when I get my car." He told me as he looked around and I just nodded and turned away. I put the duffle down and went to get jean shorts, a tank top, and then an over shirt. I went back to my shoes and grabbed a pair of flat boots before moving to change my short heels. I put the clothes into my purse and moved to get the cash into my purse, then turned to see Lucien waiting in the doorway. "Ready?" He asked me, and I just nodded before shaking my head. "What do you need?" "Something to sleep in." I told him before moving right to my dresser again. I pushed through some stacks of slutty nighties to find something I used to wear when I was single and sad about it. I pulled the white, mid-thigh night gown that dipped low to show cleavage but not enough to be distasteful in case his daughter saw me in it while I used to bathroom or got a cup of milk. "Very pretty babe." He muttered as I held it up and started to fold it better, so it could fit in smaller. "This is the only time you're going to see it babe." I knew the sardonic tone was not lost on him, in fact, he looked like he was about to make this a challenge or goal. "We'll see hot stuff. Ready?" He asked, and I nodded before moving the duffle bag off the bed. "Yeah." I whispered and then made a quick dash to my bathroom. I went through my cabinets before I grabbed an old jewelry box. It was my mothers and when she wore it, the picture inside was of me as a baby, but now I keep a picture of her on one side, and one of my brothers on the other. I tucked it into my pocket before walking out and seeing him pacing. "Now I am ready." "Had to get something?" He asked as he started to walk out of my bedroom. I followed him to the front door, closed and locked it before following him to the bike. He got on and held out his hand. I put my hand in his and while I got the helmet back on my head he grabbed my purse and opened a saddle bag before his hand touched my thigh and I shivered and moved closer and he laughed deeply before moving his hand up as he started the bike. I held tight as he took turns hard and he took off from lights too fast. I was hiding my face in his back by the time we turned onto a street and he pulled up to a huge house at the corner and he helped me off when he shut off the bike. "You live here?" I asked him, and he looked from me to the house and then nodded. "Yeah, it was my mother’s place. She married well after my father knocked her up. I spent summers here, and when her and my stepfather died, they left it to me. Camille had been on the way, so I've kept her here as well." He told me, and I just nodded and looked at the flowers in the front, they needed a trim. The grass was cut though and I as I watched Lucien take out his house keys, I imagined him mowing his own lawn, shirtless, sweaty. I wiped my mouth when he looked back at me and was so embarrassed when I felt the small hint of drool. He might be s*x on a stick and a father, but his body was making mine hot and bothered and I needed to imagine him fat and old but then he looked at me and smiled. I was a goner.