Tommy: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Romance Read Online Free

looked a little bit unkempt.
    As I drove, I looked around to try to find a sign or something that would tell me the name of the town that I was in. I didn’t see one, though, and I had to assume that maybe it wasn’t even really considered an official city. For all I knew, it was just a little group of buildings that resembled some sort of tiny downtown area.
    Either way, it felt like a place that should have a bar. So I kept my eyes peeled as I drove down the quiet street. Most of the businesses were closed, since it was late at night, but as I made my way toward the end of the block, I saw lights coming from one of the buildings on the corner.
    I rolled my windows down and immediately I could hear music coming. My eyes lit up with excitement and a smile crossed my face.
    “Sounds like something is going on in there,” I said.
    As I got closer, I noticed the neon lights on the outside of the building.
    The Rooster...
    “Hmm, that’s an interesting name for a bar,” I said. “Sounds like it could be fun.”
    The parking at the front of the building was full, so I drove around back. My jaw dropped when I turned the corner. The entire parking lot in the back of the building was filled with motorcycles, lined up perfectly next to each other, and taking up every bit of concrete available.
    “Wow...” I said. “What’s going on here?”
    I hadn’t seen that many bikes in my entire life and as I continued driving, I noticed that there were even more parked along the street behind the building.
    Should I just go home?
    Right when I thought about turning around and heading back to my sister’s, I noticed a parking spot along the street between two different groups of motorcycles.
    “That’s got to be a sign,” I said, as I pulled into the parking spot.
    Once parked, I looked into the rearview mirror and made sure that my hair and makeup looked good. Then I took a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies that were in my stomach. It was the first time I had ever gone out on my own and I began to feel surprisingly nervous.
    “I’ll just get one drink,” I said to myself. “I mean, I drove all the way out here. It would be stupid to not just go inside and check it out.”
    After giving myself the little pep talk, I grabbed my purse and stepped out of the car. I started walking toward the building and I was amazed at how loud the music was that was coming from inside.
    I felt my heart begin to beat through my chest as I approached the front door. After taking a long breath, I grabbed the handle and pulled the door open. Immediately, a wall of sound coming from the band in the corner hit my eardrums. It gave me a burst of energy as I stepped inside.
    Oh, my gosh. This place is crazy.
    The entire building was packed with people, most of them wearing just jeans and t-shirts. I immediately felt overdressed compared to most everybody there.
    I took a few seconds to look around and soak it all in. There was a four-piece band in the corner, playing a country song that sounded somewhat familiar. It was a catchy tune and immediately, I found myself tapping my foot to it. In front of the band was a small dance floor, where a few couples were dancing with each other. Along one wall was a long bar, that was packed with people ordering drinks.
    A feeling of relief swept over me.
    This place isn’t so scary.
    That thought was interrupted, though, when I noticed a huge group of biker-looking men standing at the opposite end of the bar. There must have been at least thirty of them, all dressed in black vests that were covered in badges.
    Whoa...who are they?
    They all looked tough, with their huge muscles bulging out from underneath their vests. They weren’t your typical bikers, though, with the giant beer guts and un-trimmed beards. They looked dangerous and powerful, not lazy.
    A feeling of anxiety shot through me and for a second, I even considered leaving again. Something about the bikers gave me a strange feeling. It