The Bad Boy’s Promises Novel – Nova has never liked bad boys. But the bad boy Kendall is chasing her relentlessly on her first day to the school. Kendall strode to the desk beside me and sat down. Great. This isn’t cliche whatsoever. The bad boy zeros in on the good girl and pursues her. I looked at Kendall with a raised brow. “You’re not going to stare at me like some creep, are you?” The class gasped at my question. “Do you want me to stare at you like some creep?” Kendall arched his brow. “I prefer if you didn’t. It’s not killing but creepy.” I leaned on my desk. “Don’t get any bright ideas. I’m not easy, unlike most girls that drop their panties for you.” Kendall leaned toward me. “You think highly of yourself, don’t you?” “Well, someone needs to think highly of me. It might as well be me.” I smirked. “We’ll see, Nova Scotia.” “Okay, Ken doll.” Kendall arched his brow while I smiled.
Nova I spent most of my life around bikers since my dad was the President of the Vicious Angels. The name is an oxymoron if you don’t understand the true meaning behind it. The MC seems like an angels to outsiders. But when they don their cuts, they turn into vicious pricks who annihilate anyone in their path. My dad is Hawk Pierce. I was the product of him shagging some club girl. She threatened to get rid of me. He threatened to make her disappear forever. Actually, he did after my birth. Never endanger the life of a biker’s kid. It never ends well for you. My dad was a ruthless biker with his club and outsiders. He didn’t offer mercy to anyone. If you screwed up, you paid the price. Now, I, on the other hand, was a different story.
My dad was a big puddle of goo when it came to me. Imagine having a little girl wrap a big bad biker around her pinky finger. It was a sight when one of the biker’s old ladies had to dress me because Dad doesn’t do frilly pink thing—his words, not mine. I hate to break it to my dad, but I didn’t care for the color pink or frilly clothes. I prefer jeans, a tee shirt, and sneakers, unlike the girls who roamed the clubhouse frequently. I didn’t understand why they wore scantily clad clothes until I got older. Now, picture this. I loved watching The Golden Girls. You had four old women living in the same house without men and enjoying their golden age.
Sofia is my spirit animal. Anywho, I’m getting sidetracked. It took me a minute before I realized what the girls at the clubhouse were and how the club members treated them. How does one have intercourse with random people and not care? The world may never know. Silvia was one of the member’s old ladies who cared for me when my dad was busy with the club. She also explained things to me. Her best advice was to keep your mouth shut around the members. I tried to follow Silvia’s advice until a club bimbo opened her mouth to me. “You shouldn’t be here,” the club bimbo sneered. I crossed my arms and arched my brow. “Why not?” “You don’t belong here.” So many thoughts ran through my mind. None of them were good. “I’m going to tell Hawk a little bimbo is causing issues.” “It was nice knowing you.” I shrugged and rolled my eyes.
The stupid bimbo lunged at me, knocked me down, and swiped her fake nails across my cheek. I hauled and decked her and flung her from me. I stood up and touched my cheek. Great. Now, I need a tetanus shot. The hoe decided she wanted round two and charged at me. I dodged her and stuck out my foot. She tripped on it and went flying. I was still touching the claw marks on my cheek. The hoe and I spent the next few minutes fighting until Silvia broke it up. … Silvia walked to me and ushered me to my dad’s office with a few encouraging words. She knocked on the office door and waited. “Why are you knocking?” I asked Silvia. “It’s best to knock when Hawk has his office door closed.” I scrunched my nose and tilted my head slightly. The office door opened as a hoe scampered from the office, fixing her clothes.
My lips turned downward at the sight. So, some stupid bimbo jumps me while my dad is banging a bimbo. Nice. Before Silvia said a word, I walked away. It’s bad enough I’m around a motorcycle club. I didn’t need the reminder of their dirty little deeds. I left the clubhouse, climbed on a motorcycle, and drove off. I glanced at the name glaring back at me—Road Dog. Yep, he would be pissed when he found out I took his bike. I drove until I came upon an ice cream parlor, dropped the kickstand, and entered the place. I ordered a double fudge sundae with extra whipped cream. Then, I grabbed two spoons and sat at a booth. A few minutes later, a big body slid across from me and took a spoon before digging into the sundae. “Nova.” “Poppy.” I shoved a spoonful of sinful pleasure into my mouth.
“I hate when you call me that. I prefer Dad.” “I prefer not to wait for you to stop banging some hooker, but we don’t always get what we want.” I shrugged. “Nova, I’m an adult who has needs.” “And I’m your impressionable daughter that has to deal with it. Most fathers would shield their daughter’s virginal eyes from the blasphemy around them. You prefer to flaunt it. Is that any way to raise an innocent daughter?” “You took Road Dog’s bike without telling him. He wanted to hunt you down and teach you a lesson. My fist convinced him it was a terrible idea.” “I needed space from your revolting activities.” “I see you’re putting your brain to use.” “Fortunately for me, school is helping me learn new words.” I smirked.
“Nova, the life of an MC is no good for a teen girl. So, I talked to my baby sister.” “Wait. You talked to Aunt Wren?” My dad nodded in response. “I asked if she would let you stay with her so you could finish your senior year of high school.” “It surprises me that you’re letting me out of your sight. Normally, you have issues.” “I trust, Wren. I don’t trust the club girls. They’re getting too big for their britches. They need to learn their place, starting with Candy.” “I can’t say I feel bad. I don’t. When do I leave?” “Tomorrow. Wren is picking you up.” “I can’t wait!” I pumped my fist a billion times while my dad chuckled. I adored my aunt Wren. She hated the club girls as much as I did. My dad called Road Dog to get his bike. When Road Dog arrived, he grumbled at me for driving off with his bike. Dad drove me to the house so I could pack my clothes.
He also stayed home since it was our last night in the house together. I love my dad, but I needed a normal life. What I wasn’t expecting was to meet three bad boys that would cause me unnecessary grief. The guys were even better. Between the jocks and wannabe bad boys, I shook my head. Both were equally annoying. Wearing a leather jacket and riding a motorcycle doesn’t make you a bad boy. Maiming and killing people does. Ooh, look at me. I’m a bad boy with a billion tattoos who wears a leather jacket, smokes, drinks, and bangs a million chicks. Pft, big deal. My dad does that and more.
Aunt Wren peeled me off like a Saran Wrap and looked at Dad. “Hawk, I can handle a teen girl, unlike you. Silvia told me what happened at the clubhouse. What’s wrong with you?” “I wasn’t expecting a club girl to attack Nova. They all know Nova’s off limits.” “Apparently, you have stupid hoes roaming around the clubhouse. They’re lucky I wasn’t there.” Picture a five foot two woman arguing with a six foot three bulky man. My dad has muscles more considerable than our heads. Aunt Wren was 120, soaking wet. But she still held her own with my dad. “Take Nova’s bags to the car before I tell Mom about your clubhouse escapades,” Aunt Wren ordered my dad. My dad grumbled and hauled my bags to the car.
Nana would whip my dad for his antics. Grandpa would cheer her on, which is weird since Grandpa is a biker. Yep, I come from a family of bikers. I hugged my dad before climbing into the passenger seat. Dad lectured Aunt Wren about my care. She flipped him off before taking off like a bat out of inferno. I’m pretty sure my dad’s face turned three shades of purple. I settled in for the two-hour car ride. “Okay. Spill. I need the tea,” Aunt Wren said. “What tea? I have no tea.” I rolled my eyes. “There’s no boys in Nova’s world?” I scrunched my nose before rolling my eyes. “No.” “Why not? I would love to watch your dad lose his thing.”
She laughed. “I haven’t met any guy worth my time.” I shrugged. “They’re too busy worried about their reputations. What would we talk about? Their appearance? I’ll pass.” “Have you considered giving a guy a chance?” “To do what? Dazzle me? Yeah, okay.” “Does this have anything to do with the club?” Aunt Wren glanced at me with an arched brow. “I’ve seen how the club members treat women, even Dad. The club girls lack self-respect. Why would I want a guy that treats me a hump and dump?” “Not everyone thinks like you. Some girls prefer the club life.” “Not me. There’s more to life than the biker lifestyle.” Aunt Wren glimpsed at me before shaking her head.
We arrived at Aunt Wren’s two-story house in the suburbs. This neighborhood was nothing like what I’m accustomed to. My house was on the club grounds with other houses. The members who had old ladies lived in the houses while the single members stayed in the clubhouse. Aunt Wren helped me drag my bags into the house up to my bedroom. I got to work unpacking my clothes and hanging them up, wrinkles and all. Eh, I’m too lazy to iron. Aunt Wren handed me a clasped envelope. “These are your transfer papers. You’ll need them when you start school tomorrow.” I pursed my lips. “Great. I can’t wait to meet everyone.” “Be nice, Nova. The kids here aren’t like the ones at your old school.” I heard the roar of bikes coming down the street. I walked to the window and stuck my head out. Three guys on bikes pulled onto the front lawn.
Aunt Wren stuck her head through the window’s opening and waved at the three guys. “Hey, guys!” “Hey, Wren. Who’s the girl?” The guy in the middle asked. “This is my niece, Nova. She’ll be attending school with you.” “Oh, really?” The guy smirked. “Well, I see you need to pay attention more in class since you’re questioning the obvious.” I rolled my eyes. “You got a mouth on you.” “And I know how to use it. But you’ll never find out.” I smirked. “We’ll see, Nova Scotia.” The other two guys snickered. “You might want your buddies to help you out since they’re your best chance to have someone blow you.” I pulled my head in and slammed the window shut. The other two guys roared with laughter. Is it me, or are these guys off their rockers?
Who laughs at their friend’s crash and burn with a girl? Aunt Wren looked at me with a raised brow and her arms folded. “What?” “Kendall, Ares, and Gael aren’t your typical guys.” “Okay.” “You just issued Kendall a challenge?” “Bird aunt, say what?” Aunt Wren giggled. “You offered yourself up on a silver platter to the resident bad boy. Good luck.” “Doubtful.” I rolled my eyes. “Nova, let me give you some advice. Kendall is a bad boy, unlike the wannabes in your last high school. His dad is part of an MC. The only reason he doesn’t mess with me is he knows my family is in an MC. “You didn’t tell them who my dad is, did you?” “Nope.” My lips curled into a smirk. Oh, the fun I shall have with these boys.