Poppy's POV

I woke up and for the first time since I could remember I was warm. Snuggling closer to the warmth I sighed contentedly. The heater next to me was soft and I let my hands gently wander over it.

With a loud shriek I jumped up - the freaking heater was a human being, who looked at me startled with tired eyes. Then my mind cleared up and I remembered what happened the day before. "What's going on? Is everything alright?" His voice send shivers through my body. Bullet. Tommy. Tommy was his name. He looked at me worried. "Poppy?", he asked again. "Oh, sorry. I-I forgot for a moment what happened..." My legs, starting to betray me, grew week. Bullet was up in an instant and at my side. He held me, that I didn't crumble to the floor. Carefully not to hurt me he led me back to the bed, so I could sit down again. "Thank you..." "Stop that. No need for that. Are you okay?" I nodded at him and he led out a deep breath. "Pshhh, girl... you got me scared a little... You're sure?" "A little shakey, but besides that I guess I am okay." Bullet looked at me, trying to read my mind. When he sighed and reassured that I was comfortable on the bed, he went to the bathroom. "I'll be right back.", he murmured and closed the door behind him.

Nothing else to do, I looked around in his room. The light of the day lighting more of the room than the lamp on his nightstand last night, I could see the posters on the walls and his interior. His room reminded me of my uncles back in England. Posters of motorcycles and of Bands littering the walls, dirty clothes next to the hamper on the floor. But the really interesting thing about his room, was the bookcase. Slowly I got up from the bed and walked over to his bookcase. I used to love reading, my parents always called me 'little bookworm'. Except of two books I didn't recognize any titles, so I took one of the books I knew. It was Harry Potter. My parents gave me the first two books for Christmas in 2002. Gently I stroked the hardcover of the book and I was a little taken aback by the title. In England it was 'Harry Potter and the philosopher's stone' and here it said sorcerer instead of philosopher. Making the short way back to the bed, with the book still in my hand, I plopped back to the mattress. Starting to read the book, I blended everything out around me.

After a while I felt the mattress sink on my side. "Good choice of book." Bullet smiled at me. Grinning back at him I nodded. "I know, I had the first two books when I was younger. I was fascinated by the story." Bullet chuckled. "Feel free to read the whole series. I have them all. Even the newest ones." Glancing at Bullet, I saw he was dressed in sweatpants and a fresh Tshirt. On the Tshirt there was a head of a monster. "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked and pointed to the shirt. "Oh that's an old club shirt. It's the Devil's head." Grimacing at his words, I looked around for a bookmark. Bullet saw my eyes wandering through the room, so he handed me a receipt. "Take this for now. Would you like something for breakfast? I bet you're hungry." And just as he finished my stomach grumbled. "I take that as an yes. Should I fix you something and bring it back here?" "Actually... can you show me around? I want to go outside. I see the sunshine through your windows and I wasn't in the sun for ages." Bullet grinned at me. "Yeah, but let me get you some clothes first." I looked down at my body, realizing I just wore a plain tshirt. Bullet got up and went to his dresser. He pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt with the words 'Devil's crew' on it. "Take these. They will be to big on you, but they will keep you warm." He handed me the items and rummaged through another drawer. As soon as I had on the sweatpants he gave me some fluffy socks. "These will do it for now, until we find you some shoes." Pulling the socks over my feet and the sweater over my head, he started laughing. "Shit, darling... the clothes are really to big for you. Here let me help." He crouched down in front of me and turned the legs of the pants up, so I could walk around without stumbling. "This will work for now. Listen. You are here in a motorcycle club. Sometimes it's a bit rough out there, but most of the guys are pretty decent if you know them. If something makes you feel uncomfortable, come to me, Sarge or King. Or Lilian. We take care of you. The others you will get to know and get used to." Nodding at his words, I felt a little nervous. Bullet took my hand in his big one. "Don't worry, I am at your side. So now come on. Better put some food into that belly of yours."

Bullet's POV

Gently I led Poppy to the common area, where some of my brothers already had their breakfast. She was pretty shy and sticked to my side. Walking into the kitchen with her, I handed her a plate and took one for myself. "Feel free to get what you want to eat. There is plenty of it." I loaded eggs and sausages onto my plate and poured myself a black coffee. Poppy stood in front of the food, looking like a lost puppy. "Anything wrong?" "I... I don't... What's this?" She pointed to the pancakes. "Pancakes. If you are a sweet tooth, these are perfect with syrup or honey. You should try them." Without thinking about it, she took two pancakes and poured honey on the side next to them. "What's in the pot over there?" "Coffee. You like some?" "I-I never had coffee... do you have tea?" "I don't think so. But I can get a prospect to buy you some later. There is orange juice over there though." Poppy smiled at me and poured herself a glass of the fresh juice. Together we walked out of the kitchen and Sarge waved us over to his table.

Poppy recognized my brother and her smile didn't vanish. "He's nice. Can we sit with him?", she whispered to me. "Yeah sure, anything you want." We made our way to Sarge's table and sat down. "Morning.", I greeted him. "Morn. How did you two end up together?" Sarge grinned at both of us. Poppy looked at me, afraid to answer the question. "I went to her room, to see if she was awake, because I thought she might be hungry. I lend her some clothes, because she had none.", I lied to him. Sarge nodded, but his eyes were glistening with mischief. "How was your first night, hun?" Poppy swallowed down her mouthful of orange juice and blushed heavily. "Uhm... warm." I smiled at her and started to devour my food. "Kid you should eat. If you want more, you can get more. Hurry up though, when the rest of the guys come up front, there won't be much left." Sarge chuckled, when he heard the ruckus from the hallway in the back little Timmy and Andy made. Both of them tried to outrun the other. "The bacon is mine you shithead!" "Forget it you fucker! It's all mine!", Andy yelled back. Both of them stopped mid track, when they saw Poppy sitting between Sarge and I. Andy whistled. "Who is that?", little Timmy said and came closer. Poppy started to shift uncomfortably in her chair. Sarge took her hand in his. "Don't worry, these asshats mean no harm to you. They just aren't used to pretty women sitting here in the morning, trying to enjoy their breakfast." Little Timmy looked between Sarge and me. "Oh, is she... oh sorry... uhm... I am Timothy, but please call me Timmy, or just like the others little Timmy." He held his hand out, for Poppy to shake it. Poppy looked at me askingly and I nodded my head. She took his hand and shook it quickly, before she pulled her hand away again. Andy looked confused. "Did I miss something?" Little Timmy rolled his eyes. "Dumbass. She's the girl the guys brought home last night." "Oh... uh... hi.... I am Kolby, but just call me Andy." The girl next to me looked more than confused. "Andy? But I thought your name was Kolby?", she said quietly. Andy smiled at her. "Yeah my surname is Anderson, that's why everyone keeps calling me Andy, because I don't like Kolby that much... only my parents and grandparents call me that shitty name." Poppy nodded. "I get that. My names not much better either... it's Poppy by the way.", she said with her usual calm and quiet voice.

Eyeing the girl next to me, while I leaned back into my chair, I had to say I enjoyed the view. Her features when she talked or listened to the guys were beautiful. That girl was beautiful. Her cheekbones stood out in her angelic face, framed by her long brown hair. Her eyes glistening in the light. I could watch her like that for hours.

Sarge cleared his throat and teared me out of my thoughts. He cocked an eyebrow at me and I just shrugged. Poppy finished her breakfast and smiled at me. "Can we go into the sun now?", she asked a little sheepishly. Sarge looked up at her. "You want to go out in this? Hun, you don't have any shoes! It snowed last night! And you need a jacket!" He jumped out of his seat and placed the floor. "Little Timmy call Lilian. She possibly could lend Poppy a winter jacket... wait here, hun... I'll be right back." And with that he disappeared into the back. "I just wanted to see the sun... I didn't want to bother anyone...", Poppy said quietly on the verge of tears. "Oh, darling, you don't bother anyone. Sarge is just... well... the father figure in here. He takes care of all of us. And now he takes care of you, too."

A few minutes later Sarge marched back to the common area and grinned at Poppy. When he stood in front of her he pulled a black knitted cap on her head and looped an oversize scarf around her neck. "That will keep you warm for now.", he stated proudly. Then he turned around to the prospect Kid. "Hey, you. Your boots. Hand them over." "Sarge what are you doing?", I asked a little annoyed by his actions. "He has the smallest and the least stinky feet in the whole club. My little girl can't walk around outside without any shoes.", he winked at Poppy. Kid didn't hesitate and handed over his boots in an instant, leaving him in his socks. I laughed at the situation and motioned for Poppy to pull them on. "Just for now, darling. We get you some shoes soon."

Shortly after little Timmy came to our table again and handed over a jacket. "Wear this. The jacket doesn't fit me anymore and it will keep you warm." Poppy smiled at him. "Thank you so much." I got up from my chair and helped her into the jacket. Then I pulled her with me. "Let's get outside, darlin. "