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CHAPTER FOUR

Nathan

I honestly could not believe that Chase expected us not only to move into this tiny town but to also start working at the many legit businesses that he and the other members of the group had started in order to keep anybody from suspecting that we were the notorious Barbarians. Ad soon as he had given us the orders, a lot of the men that I had traveled here with grew antsy and annoyed, not wanting to settle down the way Chase had wanted to. They weren't used to this kind of life, and they weren't happy about it, either.

When he offered me a chance to work in Rebecca's bakery, I was intrigued, especially after seeing the woman who had left on Friday when we first arrived. According to Rebecca, she had hired a few more people to help work in the bakery in order to keep appearance, and I wondered if the woman was one of them. So, when Monday finally came, I prepared to see for sure if the woman was one of the ones working at the bakery.

Rebecca had told me not to show up until six, so I didn't even get up until five thirty in the morning that morning. Once I was finally up, I quickly got ready and decided to just go to work without putting too much thought into my overall appearance. I wasn't there to impress anyone, so I wasn't worried. Arriving at exactly six, I knocked on the back door and watched it fly open as Rebecca rushed out to meet me.

"There you are," she exclaimed as she stared up at me. "I thought I said to be here at five thirty, not six." Remembering that Rebecca had always been extremely strict about time management, I laughed and shook my head.

"No, you told me six," I reminded her. Hearing the commotion inside. I immediately grew concerned. "Is everything okay in there?" Rather than answering my question, she pulled me into the kitchen, shaking her head she spoke.

"I've got a line of customers out the front door, and everybody's getting impatient," she informed me. "I need you in the kitchen, helping make sure we get everything into the ovens so that we can get it out to the customers." Wincing, I shook my head at her.

"I don't think, though," I informed her. "I'm just supposed to be here in order to make sure nobody tries to start trouble with you." Raising an eyebrow at me, she crossed her arms across her chest.

"Chase said that you're supposed to do anything and everything I need you to do in order to help the business," she argued with a strange look on her face. "If you're not going to help like I need you to, I'm just going to tell you to go see if Chase needs you anywhere else." Part of me wanted to try to tease her for thinking that Chase had any control over me, but, after remembering that I had promised Daniel that I would help the group and not cause trouble, I heaved a sigh.

"So what do you want me to do?" I asked, giving in to the fact there was no arguing with her. Immediately, a smile spread across her face, and she nodded towards the kitchen.

"Talk to the head baker," she instructed me. "She's the one organizing everything that we're doing for the front. Do exactly as she says, and we'll be able to get through this." With that, she set off across the kitchen and went through the door that separated the kitchen from the front of the store.

As much as I hated to admit it, Rebecca was her father's daughter, and I was proud of the way she took charge in difficult situations like this. Deciding that I wasn't going to argue any further, I fully entered the kitchen and took a look around. Much to my surprise, the only other person in the kitchen was the woman I had seen on Friday.

She was elbow deep in several bowls of batter, a spatula in her hand, and a bit of flour on her face. She was so hyper focused on her work that she didn't even seem to notice my presence. Seeing that my luck had changed for the better, I couldn't help but smile as I approached the counter space she was working at.

"Are you just going to stand there and stare, or are you going to actually help me get these orders done?" she asked without even looking up at me. The Daddy inside me reared his head, wanting to make this tiny woman pay for the way she had talked to me.

"Is that anyway to say hello?" I asked as I smiled at her, wondering how dedicated to her words she was. "I could always just leave you here to do this all by yourself." Rather than looking at me, she shook her head, keeping her eyes on the bowls of batter she was working on.

"Do whatever you want," she told me immediately. "Just stay out of my way if you're not going to help." Completely caught off guard by her remark, I stared at her in shock and disbelief.

Who was this woman, and who did she think she was? Did she not realize that she was talking to a member of a motorcycle club previously known as the Barbarians? I was certain that, if she truly knew who she was talking to, she would have been singing a completely different tune.

Rather than staying angry at her, I instead decided that I was going to watch her work and see what she did as she had warned me. She didn't seem to mind the fact that I wasn't helping. In fact, everything seemed to be running a lot smoother with me out of the way. She was like a machine full capacity, and I couldn't help but be amazed at the amount of work she was able to do.

Within minutes, she had all the bowls emptied into their perspective tins and placed in the many ovens each one set to the exact temperature they needed for each item. Before I could say a single word, she took a step back and examined her work. It was at this point that she finally turned to look at me, and her face went pale despite the heat of the kitchen.

"It's you," she said, her voice a tiny squeak, and I couldn't help but smile as I stuck out my hand.

"The name's Nathan," I informed her as I waited for her to shake my hand. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."