It took Heaven 5 minutes to open her eyes after waking up. With a deep breath and loud sigh she looked around her bedroom. Though Heaven didn't notice anything different in her room, she felt different all the same. After remembering what transpired the night before she sighed deeply and flopped onto her back to look up at the ceiling. 

Heaven was running late and she hated feeling rushed. Having completely forgotten about the event after getting wrapped up in her favourite novel, she stood in front of her bedroom mirror trying to find a dress that fit her size 12 frame comfortably, while being appropriate for her fathers award ceremony. She settled on a black mid length dress and matching pumps, minimal make up and some lipgloss, she added a gold necklace and sapphire ring her grandmother gave her to finished off the look. Taking a moment to admire her reflection in the mirror she grabbed her clutch and keys, locked her door and drove to the park where the event would be hosted in her fathers honour. Hoping her presence wouldn't be missed but knowing both of her parents would surely be upset because she wasn't 30 minutes early, so that they could assess her choice of clothing and to make her change, when they weren't completely satisfied. As she approached the security checkpoint and gave them her gold embossed invitation, her sister Carmen called, hoping she would be on her way to the venue as she did not want to be stuck alone with their parents for more time than absolutely necessary. Heaven assured her sister she was almost to the venue, and giggled when Carmen groaned softly. 

As Heaven parked her car, she turned to the right hearing the loud rumbling of at least 3 motorcycles. This was a very exclusive black tie event in a gated part of the park with an invitation needed to pass the security checkpoint so seeing them was shocking to say the least. Even more shocking, they parked their bikes next to her car and swiftly dismounted the loud chrome machines. The first thing she noticed was how large and imposing they were. Each over 6 feet tall, covered in thick muscles and tattoos. Next she noticed how they each looked directly at her causing her to looking away then walk briskly toward where Carmen stood. Her sisters brown eyes widened as she noticed the bikers strolling toward them. As she approached, Carmen quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her to where her father stood beside their mother, speaking to the mayor and his wife. 

At 26 years of age Heaven was the black sheep of the family, where both of her parents and their parents were Lawyers, she chose to become a nurse much to their disappointment. Thank goodness Carmen was the perfect child and went on to be one of the most sought after criminal defence lawyers in the state, taking some (not all) of the pressure off her. Heaven kissed her mothers cheek and hugged her father. Looking back over her shoulder, then at her father who's face was a cold mask of anger as he noticed the bikers walking in and standing in the back of the crowed staring right at them. 

"Excuse me." Her father said sharply, turning to walk up to the bikers. He spoke to the bikers for a few minutes before returning to them clearing his throat and fixing his tie. 

A few moments later, before she could ask about the interaction his name was called and he was presented with an award for outstanding service to the community. He smiled brightly and gave a rousing speech about community togetherness and the merits of hard work. Causing the crowed to applaud loudly. After the speech portion of the night came to an end the mingling began. 

Having forgotten to eat, Heaven walked to the refreshment table and reached for a mini burger. Before she could take one her mother popped up and gave her a look, causing her to choose a lettuce wrap instead. After years of her mothers brand of tough love when it came to her eating habits she was used to it and didn't take offence. 

After finishing the appetizer Heaven walked up to the open bar, asking for a bottle of water. "Coming right up" the bartender stated turning away to get her requested drink. As he passed her the bottled water Heaven smiled gratefully, leaving a sizeable tip before turning and tripping on her heel, she closed her eyes waiting for the impact of the ground that never came, instead she fell against what felt like a concrete wall. Eyes popping open as steel arms surrounded her, causing a gasp to escape her lips. Looking way up, her large brown eyes met grey ones.  

"You should watch where you're going Princess." A deep gravely voice said, for her ears only.  

Attempting to ignore the shiver down her spine she pushed against his chest, and took a moment to compose herself. She first noticed was how tall he was compared to her 5'2 frame he must have been well over 6'2 which was how tall her father was, the next thing was the president patch on his vest standing out against the black leather. He was a mountain of a man with an ink black beard and bald head, his face a mask of indifference. Large tattooed arms squeezed her slightly before letting her go. 

"Don't call me princess." Heaven snapped, which caused one of his companions, a Blonde haired adonis to bark out a laugh. 

 Heaven moved to step around them when a third biker bent and picked her water bottle up off the grass and held it out to her, hesitantly she reached out to take it from him. Snatching it quickly but not quick enough, he grabbed her hand in his, pulling her up against him. She was suddenly looking up at beautiful jade coloured eyes. His face was very handsome, the large scar on his cheek only added danger to his already gorgeous face. Heaven felt her cheeks warm before he spoke. 

"Watch where you're going Princess, we may not be here next time."  

She rolled her eyes at him before walking away as quickly as she could. Once she was a safe distance away she peeked over her shoulder and much to her dismay or delight (she couldn't tell which) all eyes were on her. 

Heaven went in search of her sister, and found Carmen in a heated conversation with their father. Announcing herself by clearing her throat they both turned smiling in the way that they did when they didn't want her to worry about whatever it is they were arguing about. 

"Is there something I should know?" she asked looking from her father to Carmen. 

"Nothing at all" her father said before quickly departing. 

Carmen shrugged "I asked him about the company he keeps and was told to mind my business, but knowing our father whatever he is involved in will soon become my business." Heaven understood the way Carmen felt to an extent but didn't want to sour the mood further so she kept her opinion to herself. 

"I saw them approach you, and was just about to walk over there and put my size 8 foot up their asses. I don't know how they got invitations to this event and Im hoping this will be the last  we see of them." Carmen states and Heaven is hopeful but not entirely sure why she felt conflicted. 

Peeking over her shoulder again, Heaven notices that they were already gone and took a deep breath trying not to think about her brief interactions with the sexy yet scary bikers.

Rampage looked around the Reapers compound, where scantly clad women were serving drinks behind the bar, or entertaining one or more of the members. Suddenly, the lights went slightly dim, illuminating the stage in the centre of the large room and one of the veteran strippers took to the stage. Swinging her hips to an AC/DC song as she stripped away the last of her clothing. Twirling around the pole naked, eliciting loud cat calls from some of the members. Her eyes on Rampage who shook his head at her antics. Sure he and Trixie hooked up a few times, but he wasn't the settling down type and quickly told her not to expect anything but a good time from him. For a time she seemed okay with that. Choosing to hook up with other members but whenever Rampage needed some relief she made herself available and that was good enough for him. Woman were a distraction, one that he didn't need or want. 

It was a Friday night, and they had just come back from a drop the night before. Most of his crew wanted to party and fuck until their next drop, but he had other plans. After a call with one of the detectives on his payroll he was told that there was a federal operation with The Reapers as the main focus. This wouldn't be the first or last time he heard this. The thing that pissed him off most was he was told there was an informant within his organization potentially giving information to federal agents. Rampage wasn't exactly worried because the only people that knew the inner workings of the organization would never flip on him, but the fact that there was a rat in his midst enraged him. Prospects and full fledged members milled about enjoying the entertainment and Rampage raged internally. 

When his phone buzzed he looked at the caller ID before picking up, not even bothering with greetings. "What do you have for me?" 

He listened intently as Tech explained that Dwayne Moore, the current District Attorney would be supporting the feds in their investigation. Clenching his fists tighter with each passing second Rampage was angrier than he had been in a very long time.  The fucking prick, the pompous fucking prick! He knew that Moore had bigger aspirations than just his current role as DA but this was a betrayal of epic proportions. For the last 6 years that Moore was DA, He stayed out of Rampage's way and Rampage stayed out of his way. He thought that they had an understanding but clearly Moore didn't get the memo. 

After hanging up from Tech, he made another call. After listening to excuses for a second he growled "If you see any of them sniffing around, you better fucking tell me right away." Then hanging up and signalling for Ghost, Diablo and Grim to mount up. 

As they left the compound Rampage looked to his second in command who's face was set in a scowl. Ghost preferred to be riding under the cover of darkness rather than attending an exclusive black tie event, in broad daylight. But they had a message to send, and this was the best way to get Dwayne Moore's attention. 

After reading the dossier that Tech had compiled on the Moore family, Rampage wanted to laugh at their luck when they arrived at the same time as the the District Attorneys youngest daughter. He had never met a person who embodied their name so well, and the photos in the dossier did not do her justice. Dressed in a modest black dress, she attempted but failed miserably to hide her curves. Rampage's eye were drawn to her large covered breasts and curvy waist. She looked like a heavenly angel and he wanted to corrupt her. He smirked as she did a double take when she saw them park their bikes next to her little Honda and scurried into the venue as quickly as her short yet shapely legs would carry her. He looked to Ghost and the look on his face told Rampage that he was thinking the same thing about the bookish chocolate goddess. 

Diablo and Grim looked around taking note of their surroundings. After a few moments they knew exactly where all security guards were located and every entrance and exit. When they were satisfied with their survey they both nodded once, the signal for them to proceed. Having all met at the same foster home when they were young; Rampage, Ghost, Diablo and Grim were as close if not closer than brothers and when he decided to start his own Motorcycle Club over 10 years ago Rampage couldn't think of any other people he would want watching his back other than his brothers. They stood at the very back of the crowded venue. Watching and waiting to be noticed by the District Attorney. They were not disappointed when he walked over to them. 

"How did you get in? I would never invite the likes of you. Leave now or I will call security." He stated as if this would cause them to leave. 

"Im sure you don't want us to cause a scene at your little party, with your perfect family watching." Rampage motions to Dwayne's wife who was watching them with a shocked and disgusted look on her face.  Having his bluff called made Dwayne ball his fists and for the briefest moment he contemplated calling security over but instead left the bikers alone in a huff. 

After listening to Dwaynes bullshit speech about community togetherness Rampage turned to his crew.  "Lets have a drink and be on our way. I think thats all I can stomach of this shit." They walked to the bar and stood behind Heaven in line each man admiring the way the dress stretched around her supple ass as she stood with a bottle of water. Rampage noticed how all his brothers seemed interested in Heaven. Ghost who openly appraised her luscious curves, Diablo and Grim who were eyeing her curiously. When she turned and he suddenly had his arms full of her soft warm body, he knew his brothers were calling him all kinds of lucky bastard. Fuck she felt good in his arms, he swore softly.

"You should watch where you're going Princess." Rampage whispered close to her ear. 

When she shivered slightly in his arms he was a goner. On his best day he was intimidating, but he saw no fear when she looked up directly into his eyes. At 6'4 Rampage dwarfed her short frame and was surprised and completely turned on when she snapped at him, tugging herself out of his arms. 

He was stunned when Grim, the silent member of his brothers who most people assume was mute because he often chose to observe rather than speak, handed her the water bottle that had fallen onto the ground when she tripped. He used the opportunity to pull her against his body and scold her which caused her to roll her beautiful big brown eyes at him. Grim had a large scar on his cheek from a run in with a rival MC, most people found him terrifying and he fed on their fear. His jade green eyes searching her face for fear or disgust and finding none, he let her go. 

"Watch where you're going, we may not be there next time." Grim told her as she walked away. 

Rampage noticed all 3 of his brothers couldn't take their eyes off of her either. One thing was for sure things were about to get very complicated and very interesting.

When Heaven finally arrived home, after a 12 hour shift in the ICU she was dead on her feet. Entering her bedroom she shed her scrubs at the door, throwing them into the laundry basket and padded naked to her bathroom. 

Heaven wholeheartedly believed in having a work life balance. Leaving her work at work, and her home being her sanctuary helped her keep her sanity on those long days and nights. Her bathroom was decorated with lush foliage in a tropical theme that always made her feel like she was relaxing on a beach in the Caribbean. She ran herself a bath in her sunken jet tub then added bubbles and oils to aid in relaxation. Turning on the wave and beach sounds Heaven sighed softly stepping into the tub. Then closed her eyes and relaxed under the bubbles, soaking the day and her troubles away. 

After her bath, Heaven put on her favourite robe and pink fluffy slippers, then took a moment to tidy up as she waited for her dinner to warm up in the microwave. On nights like this, after a long shift at the hospital when the house quiet, she wished she had a special someone to spend time with. Someone to tell about her day and just exist with.

Just as Heaven finished eating she heard her doorbell ring once then twice in quick succession. Looking at the digital clock on her stove and noting the time was well after 9pm she suspected it was someone at the wrong address. Not only was she not expecting company, she never would invite anyone over so late at night. 

Heaven quickly checked her phone for any missed calls as she made her way to the door noting a missed text from her sister in response to something said in the family group chat. Stopping in her tracks Heaven looked at her front entrance, seeing multiple large bodies through the frosted glass. Taking a shaky deep breath with her hand on the handle Heaven opens the door slowly and stares up into glacier blue eyes. 

They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity and a millisecond all wrapped into one moment. Breaking with his intense gaze she looked up at the other men, noticing a pained look on the face of Mr. Grey eyes (as she took to calling him after their encounter over two weeks ago at her fathers event.)  She looked down and noticed his hand holding a towel to his side and blood beginning to seep through the makeshift bandage.  

"Come in, quickly. What happened?" She demanded, then stepped away from the entrance to allow them inside. 

"We were ambushed, and Rampage was shot." Mr. Green eyes answered looking around her home as if searching for something, when he was satisfied with whatever he was looking for he signalled for the others to join him inside. 

Heaven grabbed her first aid kit and extra towels then walked up to Mr. Grey eyes, noticing the sweat on his brow and the pale colour of his skin. Without asking for permission he sat on a chair at the dining room table and looked at her expectantly. Not wanting him to bleed out in her home was the reasoning she gave herself for walking up to the biker and removing the bloody towel to assess the damage. He didn't grimace or make a sound as she checked the wound. 

"It was a through and through." The grey eyed biker bit out softly, not taking his eyes off of her. 

"Just patch him up and we will be on our way." Mr. Blue eyes said, standing at the window with the two other men, looking outside as if they were waiting for someone.

"You cant just put a bandaid on a gunshot wound" She snapped her eyes flashing with fire at him. 

"Im sorry, I don't have anything for the pain." She said before taking a few alcohol swabs out of the first aid kit, along with gloves and the items she needed to stitch up the wound.

Heaven began cleaning around the entry of the gunshot wound as gently as she possibly could, noting the way he took a sharp intake of air as she hit a particularly sore spot causing his fists clenched tightly.  She hummed to herself softly, cleaning away the blood and exposing his heavily tattooed flesh to her eyes. 

"You're right Mr.Grey, the bullet went right through and thankfully missed your vital organs. The bleeding has stopped, but I will still need to put in a few stitches." she said after cleaning the wound and finishing her assessment.  

"Im really sorry, but this is going to hurt." Heaven looked up at him sympathetically, then moved to begin the task of closing the gunshot wound.

"Mr.Grey?" He asks, eyes taking her in as she worked to stitch him up. 

"It's the colour of your eyes. I've been calling you that since I didn't exactly get your name the first time we met." Heaven explained. 

"Rampage." He gritted as she moved behind him and began to clean the exit wound. 

"Im Rampage, the one with the blue eyes is Ghost, the one with the green eyes is Grim and the one with the Dark eyes is Diablo." Rampage growled out, wincing as she hit a sore spot. 

"Obviously you know my name. If you're able to get your hands on my address, you definitely have my name." Heaven said in a matter of fact manner.

"Yeah." Although she was behind him, she could tell he was smirking. 

"Almost done over there? we need to get back to the clubhouse." The three men stood at the window with their backs to Rampage and Heaven, conversing among themselves so she wasn't exactly sure which one spoke. 

"Don't rush me." Heaven snapped as she finish up the last stitch then stood up and checked her handy work. After covering the stitched wounds with a cream to accelerate the healing and bandages, she took a step back from the muscular biker almost instantly feeling exposed as the other men turned toward her. 

"Thanks Angel." Rampage said as he stood up carefully. 

Heaven took another step back as he stood, his body seemingly taking up all the space around him.  Looking down and noticing that she was only wearing her robe and slippers she was thankful for her dark skin because her cheeks warmed considerably. 

"We need to leave now." Ghost said with a slight urgency in his voice. Urgency only his brothers heard and understood. They needed to get back to the clubhouse to figure out who the fuck betrayed them and who was dumb enough to fuck with the Reapers MC. 

"Thank for this." Rampage said as she walked with them to the front entrance. 

"Rest will help the healing, please try not to pop those stitches it was some of my best work and try not to make this a habit." Heaven stepped outside with them, watching them mount their bikes. 

"Get inside, lock the door and get some rest. I texted you so you have my number." Ghost said. 

Heaven did as she was told. Then walked upstairs to her bedroom and stood at the large bay window looking down at the street and as if on queue 4 pairs of eyes looked up her causing her breath to catch.