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CHAPTER 1
SAM
Sucking in a deep breath, I rapped my knuckles on the door. I should’ve known better than to accept when Angelo asked me to switch jobs. He was an ass who didn’t think women should work as electricians. It didn’t matter that I was vastly better at my job than him. He was still an asshole about it. Then again, the rest of the guys I worked with weren’t any better. I probably should’ve seen right through his sickly sweet pleading. He probably didn’t even have a grandma to visit in the hospital. Sometimes I was way too nice.
When I agreed to take the thirty-minute drive to this out of the way town for this job, I looked forward to some peace and quiet. The town was tiny, not a lot of action, so I figured it’d be a simple job. I never expected to pull up in front of an actual motorcycle club. The building itself looked like an old warehouse of sorts that’d been repurposed. They had painted it black and there was a large skull with horns and smoke coming out of its mouth painted on one side with the name Devil’s Disciples stamped above it. Not only did Angelo send me to a motorcycle club, he sent me to one of the most terrifying clubs in the country. If I survived this, I was going to kill him.
No one answered the first time I knocked, but I could hear laughter and shouts inside. I knocked a little harder, a small part of me hoping they wouldn’t answer so I could get the hell out of dodge. I’d never been that lucky though because I heard someone call out from the other side.
“Get the fuckin’ door!”
The door pulled open as someone spoke, staring over his shoulder. “Yeah, yeah. I got it. Man, you’d think with how often you’re getting tail, you’d be in a better–”
The man ducked suddenly as what looked like a beer bottle shattered against the wall where his head had been a moment ago. I stumbled back, nearly tripping down the stairs of the stoop, my eyes wide. The man who’d opened the door straightened, raising an eyebrow slowly.
“Your aim sucks, man.”
“Clink, I swear to fuckin’ god, I’ll kill you!”
The man called Clink just smirked before turning his attention to me. He tipped his head, his brow furrowing.
“Woah. Hey, beautiful. Did I win the lotto or something?”
It took a minute to pull myself together after such a violent display. I cleared my throat, putting on as much of an air of professionalism as I could muster. “Hello. My name is Sam, with Smart Energy Electric. I’m here to meet with…” I looked down at the clipboard with my paperwork in my hand. I knew it already, but my voice was starting to shake from the nerves and I didn’t want to give myself away. These guys were terrifying. “... someone named Nevada about a wiring problem?”
Clink’s eyebrows shot up. “You’re the electrician?”
I pursed my lips against the urge to scowl. Of course, he’d question it. Most customers did. They automatically assumed because I was a woman, I didn’t know what the hell I was doing.
“Yes. I believe we had an appointment for–”
He snorted, interrupting me. “Fuck, this oughtta be good. Come on in.”
I’d been here less than five minutes, and my patience was already running thin. Angelo was seriously going to suffer once I got my hands on him. I followed Clink inside, taking in the space as we headed for the back. The first floor was one big open space and screamed man-cave heaven. Big leather couches and a massive TV on the right, pool tables and poker tables on the left and more than one bar on either side of the room. It was crowded with men in leather vests, some with the logo I saw outside on their backs, others plain and undecorated. All eyes swung our way as we walked past and the uneasy feeling that started outside compounded. I kept my chin up. I knew better than to let anyone see me as weak, especially in my line of work.
“Yo, Clink. Who’s the babe?”
Clink didn’t answer outside of shooting the hollering man a wicked grin. He seemed to get a lot of pleasure out of me being here and I had a sneaking suspicion I knew why. No doubt this was a building full of misogynists and I would be heading home with another client saying I couldn’t pull off the job. He marched up to one of the few rooms on the main floor, throwing the door open without knocking.
“VP, you’ve got a visitor.”
There were three men inside the small office, all of them crowded around a desk with scowls on their faces. I hesitated at the threshold of the door, ice filling my veins. The one closest to me was a grizzly older man with a long beard, his hair tied back into a ponytail. The one standing near the wall on the left was all in black, tall and intimidating, a suspicious look on his face as his gaze swept over me. But it was the one sitting behind the desk that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. He looked like a typical biker with his tattoos and dark beard, but it was the murderous look in his eye that made me want to turn tail and run.
“Clink, you’re on my last nerve,” he snarled.
Clink stuck his hands in his pockets, lifting his shoulders carelessly. “Would you have wanted me to leave her outside?”
The man’s gaze shifted to me and I stiffened, my knuckles turning white on my clipboard. His eyes narrowed like he noticed the discomfort, but he didn’t look away.
“What do you want?”
“I-I’m from Smart Energy Electric. I have an appointment with someone named Nevada,” I rushed out.
He glanced at the older man, who had a deep frown on his face as he studied me. Grateful not to be the focus of the intimidating biker, I followed his gaze and locked eyes with the older man.
“You’re the electrician?”
He looked confused and normally that would annoy me, but I was nervous and I left all my snark at the door as I came into the building. I nodded quickly.
