Black and White (Storm's Soldiers MC Book 1) by Paige Notaro

CHAPTER ONE
    Meagan
    Sometimes trouble takes you by surprise. Like a call in the wee hours of the morning to let you know that family’s in the hospital. Or a boyfriend who turns out to enjoy using you as a punching bag.
    This wasn’t one of those times.
    It was evening and I was taking orders on the Sudsy Volcano’s patio when those bikers thundered up. We had people who rode here on bikes, of course, but these guys were bikers – Harleys, leather boots, club jackets and all. There was just the pair of them, but even the rumble of those two pipes had drinks damn near rattling off my tray.
    I unloaded the cosmopolitans quickly. One of the girls at my table was wagging her head and saying something. I bent in till I just about had her lips on my ear, but still couldn’t hear. Then the twin engines cut off and her words whooshed through me.
    “This isn’t as good as the one I had in Atlantic City,” she slurred, still slurping at the drink.
    “I’m…so sorry about that, ma’am,” I told her with all the concern I could muster. “Would you like me to get something else?”
    “No!” She ducked away from my hand. As if I was gonna steal her damn sorority afterwash.
    “Well, alright then.”
    I nabbed the empty glasses and went off to the other tables. Right as I was about to hit the door, the bikers clomped up the last flight of patio stairs right next to me. I was right. This wasn’t just some Meetup group. They had on matching jackets with skull logos that glistened where they bulged with muscle. Tattoos rode out of the collars and wound up their necks. Chains hung out of their rough jean pockets.
    It all looked fierce, but I wasn’t scared. My brother Darryl had practically been a mural since he’d grown old enough to get ink. I liked to think of it as makeup for boys.
    “Hey fellas,” I said. “Inside or out?”
    I made myself beam at them, but they glared back without a lick of kindness on either face. Both were clean shaven, with no more than a shadow of stubble even on their scalp. The one up front had his lips pursed as if my charm had insulted him.
    The taller one to the back had the same grim mouth, but his brows were lifted in appraisal. His cold gaze flicked up and down my body. I stood transfixed, not minding his look as much as the other’s. He had a dark sincerity about him – a promise that he behaved exactly how his appearance advertised. There was no use scolding him.
    “Inside,” he said.
    “Sure thing,” I offered. “After you, boys.”
    A gentleman might have kept the door open, but these two barged in and left it swinging back at my face. I managed to keep the glasses on my tray from turning into shards, but it was a close thing. They went off to a dim corner booth by the pool tables, and I spat evil thoughts that way as I looped over to the bar.
    “What’s with you?” Jeannie asked as she wiped down a mug across the counter.
    “Just shady characters in my face, is all.”
    “We work in a bar, Meagan.”
    “Yeah, but it’s not a damn dive joint.”
    I blew out my steam and took a long loving look at the Volcano. The inside was big and cozy, with warm red walls and little native-style animal masks peppered along them. I’d loved coming here after big tests back when I still went to Emory. It had just the right mix of hot and cold to loosen you up and then let you relax. Even working here, this place still brightened me up. It deserved a classy clientele.
    “You getting their orders?” Jeannie asked.
    I looked over at the two and found them staring right back. Their mouths bristled with small words. I tried to piece together the cuter one’s thin lips but they revealed nothing.
    “I thought Kiara had the inside covered,” I said. “Or Marissa.”
    “Kiara’s changing clothes.” Jeannie sighed. “Some guy tried a pick up line that mostly consisted of him tipping over a pint of beer. Marissa’s busy.”
    She ticked her head over to an eight person table that looked