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Withstanding Me

Crystal Spears

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A letter from the Author

Dear Readers,

You will have questions all throughout this novel; those questions will be answered as you

continue to read Withstanding Me. Although you can read Withstanding Me as a standalone, I feel it

would be best if you read the series in order. Each character has his or her own story. I would also

like to warn you that I did not hold back on any details with certain aspects of writing this novel, and

some areas might be difficult for you to read. I wanted to make my fictitious world gritty, raw, and

full of angst. Nothing is held back. So here is my warning before you enter the world of ‘Breakneck’.

If you can’t stand reading about drugs, violence, sex, murder, and vengeance, then this isn’t a world

for you. It also contains explicit language. Although I thank you for purchasing my novel, I feel it is

my duty to warn you ahead of time.

For my readers that read Seize Me, I took all your advice, critiques and much more into

consideration with writing Withstanding Me. You will notice there is a lot of broken language and

this is due to the fact my readers wanted the bikers to seem more rugged. And I would also like to

address that although you may think a rogue biker gang is all peaches and cream, they are indeed not.

You have your good MC’s and you have your bad. I grew up around bikers. My step-mom was with

one and my father happened to purchase a tattoo shop from a biker gang. At the age of sixteen, I

watched a man walk straight into my dad’s tattoo shop with a bullet jammed into his head, bleeding
onto the tiled floor. I was alone and waited with this biker until the cops showed. All artists cut out

and left me there with this patched member all alone. People told me to write what I know and I am

doing just that. No one paid attention to the sixteen-year-old girl sketching out tattoos. No one thought

that girl was listening, when in fact, she was. Not all Motorcycle clubs are bad; in fact, there are

some very caring ones out there. But the ones I grew up around… not so much.

My life is no secret; I use no pen name. I have no reason to lie about such things. Most of what

my series contains is fiction, but some of it is not. You be the judge. I’ve taken some of the most

negative moments in my life and used them to create this world. The truth, readers, is that not

everything is sunshine and rainbows. I would also like to address that some of my Seize Me reviews

mentioned that I condone violence. I DO NOT condone violence. I am simply storytelling, some from

real life and some of it not. I have another novel coming out next year that will have some of my real

life in it told through my character. So no, I do not condone violence at all. And to my readers, thank

you for following me and reading my series. It’s because of you that my dream of becoming a writer

is real.

Sincerely,

Crystal Spears

Dedication

Kathryn Crane, because she never stopped

believing in me!

Chapter One

It’s been two fuckin weeks since Mira stopped by the damn clubhouse wanting to talk to my

daughter. What gives her the fucking right? She left me to raise a child at the age of thirteen, and
eighteen years later, she thinks she can magically return into Tatiana’s life? Yeah, that’s right; I’m a
thirty-one year old man with an eighteen-year-old daughter. Judge me bitches. I don’t give a shit. I
admit I’m sitting at Club Sated and getting wasted off my ass over this shit. Why am I here, and not at
Breakneck? Well, there’s plenty of naked pussy around, and when any man is upset and feeling down,
he wants to be around pussy. Don’t let any of them lie to you. But there’s this one bitch here that I
want and for the first time in my life, a bitch doesn’t want me back. I don’t see what the big deal is. I
just wanna take her home and fuck the shit outta her. Hell, we don’t even have to leave the club. I can
fuck her right here. I’m sure Winter and Braxxon wouldn’t give a shit, but then again, they just might
because the bitch my cock is aching for is their manager Storm. And shit do I wanna ride that Storm.

Storm is just another piece of ass, but for some reason, something about this woman fascinates

me. She’s a fucking young buck too. She’s Winter’s age, only twenty-two. That’s literally only four
years older than my own daughter is. You would think that alone would detour my cock, but it
doesn’t.

I’m twirling my shot glass in between my fingers as I watch Storm work. For someone who was

once a junkie and basically trafficked when we found her, you would think she would be broken
down and hiding in a fucking hole or something. But these women around here are all strong. Hell,
Winter was kidnapped and fucking raped, and she’s now my club President’s fiancé’.

Dammit does Storm look good. Winter took her out to celebrate her a promotion, and she had

her already blonde hair brightened, had black tips added to her ends and through her bangs, and had
her hair shaped, whatever the fuck that means. Her hair is now in layers and her bangs swooped over
to the side. She’s way hotter than the Storm from that damn comic book. And that little diamond in her
nose is just begging me to flick my tongue at it. Fuck, I need to get laid.

“Another shot, ZZ?” Piper asks, stopping at me and standing on the other side of the bar.

“Yeah, darlin,” I hand her my shot glass and light up a smoke. Piper was another one of the

girls that we found. The club was helping rehabilitate three of them, but Haley, the pregnant third one,
was killed. God rest her and her unborn child’s soul. Piper is mainly a bartender, but when she’s
feeling frisky, she gets up on stage. Storm and Piper get to do pretty much anything they want because
they respect the club and they respect Winter. They love her, so that makes both of them untouchable.
Fuck with them and you fuck with the rest of us.

“Here you go,” Piper says putting two more shots in front of me.

“I ain’t drunk enough for you, sugar,” I say with a smirk.

“Oh baby, but you are. You’re just not drunk enough to get served up another hot platter of

rejection yet again. I’m doing you a favor.”

Dammit!

“Piper you and that smart mouth,” I grumble throwing my shots back. She’s really come out of

her shell these last two weeks.

“What can I say? I’m feeling like my old self,” she smirks walking away from me.

It’s time to face the Storm. I can fucking do this. How hard is it to get a bitch to fuck you? I just

wanna get a taste, and I pray that it’s enough for me to move the hell on. I can have any pussy I want
except for that one. I’m not a bad looking dude for fucks sakes. Hell, I’m muscular, and stand at 6’3’’.
I’m hung with a huge cock laced with a Jacobs’s ladder. I mean shit; my brown eyes have been
referred to as a chocolate ocean; my chestnut brown hair is just the right length, and messy enough for
bitches to comb and ram their fingers through it while we fuck. I strut towards her, and when she
looks up, her blue eyes smile at me. Yeah baby, keep smiling like that.

“Storm,” I greet her in my huskiest voice. She’s the only one who hasn’t dropped at my damn

feet when I use that tone. Drives me fucking crazy.

“ZZ,” she greets back jutting out her lip and blowing her bangs outta her eyes. Shit that’s sexy,

and my balls tighten even more.

I lean against the end of the bar, crossing my legs and arms. Her fingers tighten on the clipboard

in her hands. Yeah sugar, keep on telling me no. It’s not gonna last much longer.

“Zig Zag, I’m busy. Can we do this another time?”

“That depends. Are you gonna tell me no again?” I grin at her.

“You have an entire flock of pussy lambs and yet, you want mine. I’m not looking to be fucked

just once, ZZ,” she says leaning towards me, her pink lips coming just a foot away from mine.
“Because I’ve been fucked one too many times just once, and the next time a man enters my pussy,
it’ll be for more than just one fucking time.”

I groan and my already blue balls tighten even more when she uses the words pussy and

fucking. Dammit, I want her.

“How about if I promise at least two rounds.” I say seriously, because fuck, I am serious. I’ll

come and then get hard again and repeat the process. I’ve went nine rounds in one night before I can
do it again.

Storm places the clipboard down on the bar. She presses her little body into mine as she leans

into my ear. “I don’t doubt you could go for round after round sexy. Let me put it in words that a biker
can understand. I’m not looking for a one-night stand. The next man to make me come will have that
honor because he wants more than just my pussy. You get what I’m saying to you handsome?” She
flicks her tongue down my earlobe causing me to growl.

She drives me fucking crazy!

“ZZ, quit harassing my manager,” Winter interrupts our little tirade, and I can’t get pissed

because my President is right beside her as they walk up.

“You seen Pyro?” Braxxon asks.

“Naw Prez sorry,” I say truthfully. Pyro has been MIA since the woman he loved was killed a

few weeks ago. Her name was Lana, and she was the sweetest fucking thing to walk this earth. She
was also Winter’s best friend.

“Shit I can’t even locate my fucking VP,” Braxxon curses. “I’m gathering a few of the brothers

to collect from the pipeline. You’re coming too. We need more. Angel here has some more businesses
she wants to open.”

I don’t know why we need to go dig up more gold. Angel, which is Winter’s nickname, is a

fucking millionaire too. She’s inherited one hundred and twelve million dollars that her mother has
left her, and her mother ain’t even dead. She’s just hiding from Winter’s mafia family. She’s Russian
and just so happens to be a mafia princess and her mother’s bloodline is of royalty. And about these
businesses, what’s she trying to do? Become too busy?

“More businesses?” I ask.

“Yep,” Winter answers. “I’m gonna own what you guys don’t own of this town. You know

why? Because then we will own every single fucking inch of it. The next person to cross us won’t
have shit left when we’re done with them. And then I’ll move on to the next town over too.”

And there she is. Braxxon’s hell’s Angel. She’s went through so much shit, she’s bound and

determined to control every aspect of her life, and I can’t blame her.

“Ain’t she fucking perfect,” Braxxon smiles as he yanks her to him and kissing her hard. “So

anyways, we need lots more money. I ain’t having Angel pay for fucking everything when we’ve got
the means too.”

How the hell could they go through one hundred and twelve million dollars?

“That’s a lot of money to have plans for.” I frown.

“Don’t be silly ZZ, what I have planned won’t use a tenth of my money. Braxx here just has a

complex about helping me do it,” Winter laughs.

“Of course I have a fucking complex about it. You’re doing this to better our family so why the

fuck would I want you doing that without the club’s help? We are all family,” Braxxon growls getting
upset.

“Do I need to take you to my office?” Winter coos at him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he obviously answers.

“Ma’am!” She yells shoving him away. Winter hates being called ma’am because she’s only

twenty-two. Braxxon picks her up, throws her over his shoulder, and takes off without a goodbye.

“I know now that staying was the right decision.” Storm laughs beside me.

She has my full attention now. “You were planning on leaving? Why?”

“I don’t know. I just was. I only planned on staying until Winter could heal up emotionally and

then I planned on leaving. But she offered me friendship, family, a secure job and to pay for my
schooling. I could never leave her now. I would feel like I’ve lost something. I belong here,” she

finishes in a hushed whisper like she didn’t want me hearing that last part.

But she’s right. Storm does belong here. Fuck does she.

“How much longer are you gonna keep withstanding me, darlin?”

Storm stands up straight and grabs the clipboard off the bar before answering me. And what she

says blows my fucking mind wide open.

“Just until you fall in love with me,” she says seriously.

Love? “I don’t fall in love, baby.”

She slowly backs away smiling. “Oh, but you will and it’ll be with me,” she says with a wink.

Fuck Me.

Chapter Two

Six Weeks Later

Fuck if I ain’t pissed off. Since Pyro’s been off on his healing quest shit, I’ve been stuck doing

VP shit. Don’t get me wrong, I’d do anything for my brothers. But I’m worn the hell out. Between
monitoring gold digging, Tatiana’s college shit, and Ma still grieving over dad’s death, I feel like I’m
an eighty-year-old man. I mean for fucks sake, I can’t even get my dick up. Every time I try fucking a
woman I see Storm’s face, and it ruins it when I remember I’m about to stick my cock into someone
other than her. I don’t know why she just doesn’t put us both outta our fucking misery and just give
that pussy up already. I mean a few sweet fucks, and it’ll be over.

“Jesus I need to get laid,” I groan sitting on the couch in the community room watching Bom

Bom play on the pole. If I haven’t tapped that shit so many times, it might’ve worked to clear my head
of Storm. But Bom Bom’s pussy is old pussy, which makes it boring pussy. She can sure suck a cock
though and just when I’m about to order her down to do just that, my damn daughter comes stomping
into the clubhouse followed by a very pissed off Shadow.

“Dad call off your brother,” she seethes.

Dammit, I’m not in the mood for this shit. She’s going to kill me, that daughter of mine. Tatiana

flops down in front of me. Shadow stands beside the couch with his arms crossed looking like he
might burst at any damn moment.

“Baby… I’m not in the mood for any bullshit.”

“Don’t baby me daddy… he’s ruining my damn life!” She screeches.

“Will someone please tell me what the fuck is going on without all the damn dramatics? I’ve

got a splittin’ headache,” I groan rubbing my temples.

“Get this shit, brother. I was out running club errands when I stop at a stop sign, and I just so

happen to look inside that damn ma and pop restaurant and see your daughter dining with none other
than Travis,” Shadow says quirking his brow at Tatiana.

“THE FUCK!” I roar standing up. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!”

Shit. Fuck. Damn. Son of a bitch.

“Daddy what’s the big deal?” She cries.

“The big deal?” Fuck this day just keeps getting better and better. “The big deal, my fuckin’

irresponsible daughter, is that Travis is the new president for the Gunners!” Jesus Christ, Braxxon is
going to kill me. The Gunners are one of our many rival clubs, and the old President raped Winter.

“He wasn’t wearing a cut,” she exclaims. “I didn’t know!”

Motherfucker! He’s set his sights on my daughter. This is the same fucker who said he wanted

peace after he took Snake’s position in the club. I knew it wouldn’t be quiet for very long. Looks like
Travis is turning into a man just like Snake. A sneaky little bastard.

“Stay the fuck far away from him Tatiana. I ain’t playin’ god dammit! And shit baby, even if he

wasn’t our rival, he’s your daddy’s age. Not cool baby girl,” I say trying to calm myself down as her
eyes tear up. Breaks my heart making her cry, but damn if she isn’t going to give me a heart attack.

She nods an okay as she wipes a lone tear running down her cheek. I motion for Shadow to

follow me into the Chapel outta my daughter’s hearing range.

“Stay on her Shadow. I don’t trust the prospects; she’ll lose them if she wants and take off to

god knows where. She’s done it before. I’m trusting you, brother.”

Shadow smirks and nods before walking back out to my daughter. I have so many damn

problems with that child right now. First, her and Shadow have this built up bullshit, and I know he’s
fighting his attraction towards my daughter because he knows he’ll get his ass kicked. Secondly, my
baby is enrolling into business management too, following Storm’s lead.

Instead of going off to college to be a doctor or a nurse, she’s fucking staying here for business

management. Thirdly, her mother is back after eighteen years and lastly, now I gotta worry about a
fucking rival bein’ interested in my kid. Hell to the god damn no.

I dig out my prepay and quickly dial Braxxon. This shit is too big to put on hold.

“Breaker,” he snaps into the other end of the phone.

“Prez, we gotta fucking problem, brother.”

“Fuck, it doesn’t stay quiet for long. Lemme’ hear it,” he growls.

“Shadow caught Tatiana at the ma and pop restaurant with Travis, and he wasn’t wearing his

cut. She didn’t know who he was man.”

“Jesus Christ!” He roars before quieting down. “Is she alright?”

I take a deep breath. “Yeah but he wasn’t wearing his cut, brother,” I repeat.

“Ain’t no more sunshine for them. Fuckin’ riptide them motherfuckers. They wanted peace and

fluffy fuckin’ clouds, rainbows and sunshine and shit my ass,” he cackles.

When Braxxon cackles like that, bastards should run far, far away, but put us together, times that

fear by a fuckin’ hundred cuz’ we didn’t grow up together not learnin’ nothin’.

“Well shit… Angel and I are headed that way. Get one of the prospects to call in the brothers.

We’ll discuss this in the Chapel. Angel be sittin’ in with us. We got shit to discuss with ya’ll.”

“Prez,” I acknowledge and wait for the sound of the click. You always wait for that damn click;

if not you’re disrespecting your prez if you hang up first. We may have grew up in diapers together
and learned how to fuck women together, but that don’t mean shit when it comes to respecting the
patch.

I hear the click and walk back out to the community room, and let Rap know to call in the

brothers. I also tell him to lock Tatiana in my apartment so she can’t sneak away while Shadow’s in
Chapel with us.

“Pyro!” Creamy screams. Creamy is another one of the damn muffler bunnies that hang out. The

bitch is practically family; she’s been around with all the brothers. I look up, and sure enough, it’s the
missing fucking VP.

“Chapel,” I growl. Yeah he’s my VP, but damn I’m worn the fuck out from doing his job. Pyro

grabs a bottle of whiskey off the bar, completely ignores Creamy, and walks right into the Chapel
without a word. I’m sure when the son of a bitch gets his wits back, he’s gonna check my ass for that
barking order.

“Rap,” I point to Tatiana while he calls in the brothers on his prepay. He snags my protesting

daughter up by the arm and starts dragging her off, and I chuckle as she tries prying away from him.

“Your damn daughter’s gonna kill me,” Shadow murmurs walking past me.

I groan as I rub my hands down my face. I don’t need him gettin’ all damn attached to her. Shit

ain’t right. I put those thoughts in the back of my mind for another day.

***

I wait as Winter sits on Braxxon’s lap with a bunch of plans rolled up, and the other brothers

start sitting. Once everyone is in the Chapel and the doors close, Braxxon slams down the gavel as the
guys look back and forth between Winter and Braxxon. We’ve never had a woman in one of our
church meetings before so this should be interesting.

“Angel is only in here for the first bit. She needs us to vote on something; after that, she’ll

leave,” Braxxon smirks running his hands through her hair.

Winter unravels tubes of plans and starts passing them around the table.

“These are plans for a new club,” she says simply.

“THE FUCK,” I roar while yanking my copy from her.

“ZZ,” Braxxon warns.

“No, no I want to build a bigger clubhouse with more room. Get the families above ground

when on lockdown. See here,” she points to a spot on the plans. “That will be made outta concrete
and steel. No bullets getting through that shit. The windows will be bulletproof as well. There will
also be a built in fire extinguishing system. I bought the surrounding lots and they start demolishing
them this weekend. They won’t start building until you vote it in. The main clubhouse we’re in won’t
be touched other than putting in bulletproof glass. The other building with the quad in the middle is
for the families. They hate being on lockdown and this way they’ll be safe and still be able to get
fresh air in the quad. Basically, it’s just heavy duty expanding,” she explains.

Pyro sits up straight, and it’s the first time he looks like he’s actually paying attention to what’s

going on around him. “You have my vote. Maybe if we had this shit Lana would still be alive,” he
says.

Winter pats Pyro’s hand. “I know,” she agrees.

“This shit looks expensive prez,” Max grumbles.

“Angel and I are getting married. Our funds are our own to do with what we want. We have

plenty of money, hell maybe even an unlimited supply. Our gold is still coming up strong, and Angel
wants to do this for her family. Are you gonna deny my Angel the peace of mind she’s begging us
for?” He asks tipping his head with a silent warning.

“Look guys,” she says getting serious. “I’m not trying to overstep any of you. We’ve all been

through hell the last couple of months and I hate sending the family away when shit gets heated. A
number of things can go wrong while they travel or while they’re gone. This building will be worth
it,” she chuckles shaking her head before her next words. “Ya’ll can still have your clubhouse, your
man space; this new building is for peace of mind and the family.”

“How much is this gonna cost?” I ask while looking at these plans. I admit they’re badass.

Winter snaps her fingers to gain my attention to hers.

“Money is nothing; family is everything,” she says. Well fuck if that doesn’t get my vote when

she puts it that way.

“Votes,” Braxxon says. And the brothers all put in their votes with no hesitation.

“Alright I got phone calls to make to get this shit rollin’. Thanks babes,” Winter says before

kissing Braxxon and taking her copy of the plans with her. She stops at the door. “Plans get locked
into the safe before y’all leave this room,” she points.

“Yes Angel,” Braxxon coos. She’s got him by his balls.

When the door shuts behind Winter, the look on Braxxon face goes from lovey dovey shit to the

scary motherfucker that most fear.

“Angel has plans to take our family to the next level. Nothing’s detouring her; her side of the

business is all legit. We do the illegal shit, but keep my baby outta it. I want her name to stay clear.
So if she needs help or does something illegal, make it so that she gets no blowback. Understand?”

The room nods, as do I.

“She’s tearing down Burgers and Fries,” Hammer grumbles causing the room to erupt into an

uproar of laughter.

The room settles after a few minutes and shit gets serious again.

“Travis has his eyes set on our Tatiana. Shadow caught her out to lunch with him just an hour

ago. He wasn’t wearing his cut. She didn’t even know he was president of an MC. The little bastard
is up to something and he’s got one of ours in his sights. Pyro sober the fuck up, get a hold of Juan,
and see what you can find out. It’s time you step back into your VP shoes bro. Enough is enough.
Winter was her best friend, her sister and she’s moving on protecting the ones we still have. I expect
you to do the same fucking thing.”

Pyro nods and scoots the bottle of whiskey away. It’s about fucking time.

“We already own most of Jamaica, Nevada. It’s time we take the rest of it too,” Braxxon says

before slamming down the gavel dismissing us.

Chapter Three

Cross POV

The only time I wish I were the VP of Breakneck is right now. The shit Pyro is taking care of

involves my daughter, and I’m stuck waiting on what he finds out from Juan. I’m in no fucking mood
to play around, so when I walk into Club Sated to get my eye fuck fix, I see red when I see Mira
arguing with Storm. I hate that bitch! What mother wants nothing to do with her daughter? The bitch
was good for only one thing, giving me my daughter.

As I reach the heated women, I place my hand on Storm’s shoulder, and she shakes me off.

Jesus!

“What’s happenin’ here?” I smirk, crossing my arms.

“Your bitch of a baby momma wants a job, and I said fuck no. I’ll discriminate all I want

against a piece of shit mother,” Storm seethes.

Storm has momma issues as well, but what she says is true. Mira is a piece of shit mother. Her

womb was the only good thing that came to our relationship.

“Mira… you have literally five fucking seconds before I have the bodyguards escort you out.” I

stand up straight and nod. Two of the guards come strolling up. “Take this bitch and don’t let her back
in.”

“Mason Allen Dillan, you can’t fucking do this! I’m the mother of your daughter,” Mira screams

and I groan with her using my given name.

I strut over to where the bodyguards are doing their best at holding her back; I grab her cheeks

tight enough to warn her. I’m not gonna hit the bitch, but damn if she doesn’t make me wanna go
against my beliefs. Where’s Braxxon when you need him? “My given name does not come outta that
nasty mouth nor does my road name,” I growl. “Get her the fuck outta here!”

“Mason. Allen. Dillan,” Storm tests my given name out slowly. “I like it.”

My pants grow tighter with her sweet voice whispering my name. I slowly turn around and

walk back to her, gently grasping her cheeks and forcing her eyes to look into mine.

“Tell me yours baby,” I say seductively, my lips just a whisper away from hers.

“No,” she taunts back.

I roll my eyes. She’s always withstanding me, and I fucking hate that she’s the only female that

doesn’t swoon over my tactics. I’ve never had to deal with this shit before and hell if I like it.

I let my breath roll down the side of her neck causing her to shiver. Fuck, finally some

headway. I take my free hand and run it up her smooth delicate arm.

“Name sweetness?”

“Ya’ll laugh,” she says truthfully with a look in her eyes that tells me it’s just as bad as she’s

making it out to be.

“I swear on my dick I won’t laugh.”

She squeaks out a small laugh before nodding. “Mom was an alcoholic and a slut; it was only

fitting that she named me after her favorite beverage as well.” Storm takes a deep breath. “Apple
Drye Martini,” she says quietly.

Wait. What?

“Seriously,” I say, pulling back a little.

“Yeah, funny huh?”

“Apple is a beautiful name; it’s different. But your last name is really Martini?”

“Yep,” she says, pushing away from me. “Now that you know my stupid name, I gotta get ready

for a date.”

“The fuck,” I roar. She won’t fuck me, but she can go on dates? That’s messed up.

“You won’t give me the time of day, but you can go on dates? Seriously Storm,” I growl out

with a little too much anger.

She starts walking away towards her office, and I follow. I’m so fucking raging mad, I can’t see

straight. She has that power over me, and I can’t fuckin’ stand it.

She enters the code to the office, and it clicks open. “I told you ZZ. I’m tired of being just a

piece of pussy. You should get that.”

Hell if I do. Sex is fuckin’ fantastic. Why does there have to be strings attached to it? Women

are so damn complicated. Shit burns me up.

“I get that you don’t wanna be passed around darlin’. I’m just asking for some pussy. We’ll both

get off; it’ll be fantastic. We both get something outta it. What’s wrong with that?”

“Everything babe,” she says kicking off her boots. What the fuck is she doing? “Randy’s nice.

He’s a lawyer, and he won’t expect me to put out just because he buys me a meal.”

“A fuckin’ lawyer? You gotta be shittin’ me!”

“No, ZZ… I’m not shittin’ you. He’ll treat me good. Don’t you want that for me?” She asks

staring straight into my eyes as she changes into a short black dress. If she didn’t have me captivated
by her killer gaze, my eyes would be roaming every curve of her body right now.

“Wait? Did you say Randy? As in Randy Meyers, the club’s fuckin’ lawyer?”

Oh hell to the fuckin’ breakneck no!

“That’ll be that Randy,” she smirks, slipping into some fuck me red heels. I admit they make me

groan almost too loudly.

Just when I’m about to tell her that shit ain’t happenin’, my prepay rings. Of all the mother of

goddamn times for my phone to ring, it rings now.

“Dillan,” I growl out.

“Your daughter slipped past Rap while we were in church. I haven’t been able to locate her,”

Shadow growls.

“Fuck! I’m on my way,” I say before snappin’ my phone shut. “This discussion isn’t over yet

baby. I gotta locate Tatiana.”

“She just wants your attention, ZZ.”

“No. What she wants is to kill me with a motherfuckin’ heart attack. Don’t go on that date

Apple or I swear I’ll rain hell fire down on you.” I point as I open the door to leave.

“I don’t do well with threats or promises M. A. S. O. N,” she spits each letter of my name out.

“I’ll go, and I’ll be damned if you stop me. You think just because you’re big bad ZZ from Breakneck
and that because I’m a part of Winter’s family that you can just have me do as I’m told? Well here’s a
lesson for you.” She stands straight. “You don’t fuckin’ own me. You don’t possess me, and you don’t
fucking treat me like one of your little muffler bunnies!”

This pretty bitch is wearing down my patience.

“Lesson for you, Miss Martini. I want your pussy so I shall have your pussy, and anything or

anyone standing in my way will be taken out. Winter’s also a part of my family; therefore, you’re a
part of my family. And one day very soon my face will be buried in between those beautiful thighs,
tasting all those wonderful juices that you’ll be squirting out as my tongue laps you up from front to
back. So don’t tell me what the fuck I’m gonna do. I already know what the fuck I’m gonna do, yeah?”
And with that, I leave her standing there looking all sexy and shit, in her black dress, and fuck me
heels with her mouth gaping open.

***

Storm

Jesus Christ! It’s safe to say that between my legs is dripping wet. How am I supposed to go out

with Randy smelling like sex? Shit!

Randy is an amazing guy and was hesitant to ask me out because I am a part of the club’s

family, but I assured him there was nothing to worry about and I fear I lied to him.

ZZ can’t expect me to wait just because he has commitment issues and just wants a piece of me

before he’ll let me go. I mean that’s just ridiculous. I don’t think it’s right. He knows what I went
through; he knows I was just a piece of meat to tons of guys when I was trafficked. The fact I’m
moving on with my life and I refuse to be haunted by that makes me so fucking strong, but when it
comes to ZZ, and all of his chocolate colored fuck me hair and his chocolate colored eyes and his
beefy body, I’m weak, so fucking weak. I want him, all of him, and yet he only wants my pussy. So

Randy is my safe bet. I’m young, I don’t wanna settle down. I just want to belong to one man, even if
it’s not forever.

I’m completely in love with someone who doesn’t love me back and that shit sucks. When

Braxxon and the rest of them found me, it was ZZ who coddled me, who made me feel alive again by
just mere conversation. Actions and words are sometimes alike that way. He did nothing but he said
everything. Everything that made me come alive again. Every time I think back on his words to me
that day after the doc looked at me, I fall even more in love with him.

“Darlin’ you’re way too beautiful to let them take your beauty from you. What you went

through was just a terribly bad fucked up dream, baby. A dream you’re gonna sweat out and forget
about,” he says, while swiping my bangs away from my eyes.

“I’m not stupid you know? You guys treat women like they’re nothing too.”

“Baby… there are two different types of women. Women like the ones that hang around us

just want that kinda shit we give them. They wanna be fucked and bossed around. Then there are
women like you. Women who want to be owned, loved, and cherished,” he states.

“What kind of woman do you want?” I ask.

“Ah darlin, I want the kind of woman that wants the shit I give them. Women like you are

way too good for the likes of me. You deserve to be protected, owned, loved, cherished,
worshipped, and any other good shit you can think of. I don’t do the fallin’ in love thing, baby. I
love two women. My daughter Tatiana and my ma, but being in love and letting a woman own my
ass is not something I’ll allow to happen,” he says honestly.

“That’s a shame, ZZ.”

“It may be darlin’, it just may be.”

I smile as that memory fades away. He was always honest with me, and when a man tells you

that you deserve all the love in the world, and it’s a man like ZZ, you tend to believe him. And I do. I
believe I deserve it all. My problem is that I want that man to be ZZ. I want all the love in the world
to come from him. I want to be a part of his heart.

I sigh as I pick up my handbag to head out for my date with Randy. I’m hoping that I can grow to

like him more than just a friend because my love for ZZ is gonna get me nowhere.

***

Chapter Four

Damn that daughter of mine. Where the fuck is she? Why the shit does she keep taking off? I

don’t know what the hell has gotten into her. My sweet innocent Tatiana is no longer sweet; she’s a
pain in my damn ass. Not to mention my shit with Storm. Hell will freeze over before I let any
motherfucker touch her before I get to. I want her, and I always get what I want. My damn head is
spinning in all kinds of fucking directions as I race down the winding road on my bike, my hands
gripping the handlebars tightly.

FUCK!

I seriously need to stick my dick in a nice warm cunt.

I don’t even bother backing up my bike as I speed into the clubhouse parking lot. Ten to one,

I’m getting back on my lady in a few minutes anyways. Shadow starts walking towards me as I stand
up and toss my helmet onto the seat of my wife.

“Alright Shadow, start talkin’. You’ve been followin’ my baby girl around for a bit now.

What’s the little shit up to now?”

I watch as he adjusts the leather black bracelet around his wrist, before lighting up his joint. He

sucks in his first hit, cutting his black eyes straight at me.

“She’s in some shit, ZZ.”

I run both hands through my hair and lean against my bike, crossing my legs. “Just fuckin pull

the scab off brother.”

“She’s… fuck… brother she’s pokin around in my neck of the woods.”

My entire body shoots forward as Shadow starts to back away slowly.

“No man, not me.” He says sucking in another puff.

“HOW… THE… FUCK?”

“You had me babysittin her ass. I followed her; she didn’t go in. She did however meet up with

a guy in the parking lot though.” He shrugs as if this isn’t a big deal. He’s fuckin’ head over heels for
my daughter, and yet here he is acting as if this isn’t a big deal. The only reason I don’t want Shadow
with my daughter is because of his side lifestyle. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t give a shit. He’s a
good dude, a great brother.

“How in the hell did she even discover this shit? I mean, seriously? She’s eighteen years old!”

Like I ain’t got enough shit on my plate, now I gotta worry about my daughter being someplace

she shouldn’t even know about?

“That’s fucked, brother. Ain’t nothin fuckin wrong with the other part of my life; watch your

fuckin daughter your goddamned self. I got better shit to do.”

DAMMIT!

I watch as my young brother shakes his head and walks away. Fuck man. I overstepped my

boundaries, like he ain’t got enough demons. I don’t stop him, I can’t. He needs time to cool off as I
would too. I spot Rap messing with his bike and figure it’s best for me to send him on the search for
Tatiana. If I find her, I know I’ll say and do something I’ll regret.

“Prospect… I need you to hunt down Tatiana. Get her last whereabouts from Shadow.”

Rap drops his wrench, stands, and nods his head in understanding. It’s time to vote him in. I

mark it on my mental list to speak with Braxxon and Pyro about it. I dig out my prepay and dial Storm,
my fingers clench around the piece of shit flip phone when she doesn’t answer. She hit the fuck you
button on me, silencing my call. I’ve heard about that being done, but no one has ever been brave
enough to silence me. I shake my head in disbelief and look at my phone, checking to make sure the
call wasn’t just dropped.

FUCK!

Well baby if you wanna play games, I’m revving to go. I smirk to myself as I walk back

towards m’lady. I’m coming for you Storm.

***

I made one phone call. That’s all it took to locate Storm’s whereabouts. I’m standing outside

the snooty ass restaurant breathing on the glass window in front of me with my arms crossed and my
blood boiling. Why the hell won’t she just give me her pussy a few times and be done with it? Fuck
all that heart bullshit talk. A man like me doesn’t give his heart away. A man like me only cares about
one damn thing, and that’s straight hardcore fucking. That’s all I care about. Ass and titties. I place my
hand on the glass; damn does she look pretty. I watch as Randy wraps his fingers with hers on top of
the table.

FUCK NO!

I fling open the restaurant door and begin making my way past the greeter. I almost don’t notice

how hot the little red head is until her little hand wraps around my arm, stopping me in my place.
Well hello gorgeous!

“Sir, you need a jacket to enter the dining area,” she squeaks out.

Awe baby, you done ruined it. A woman showing attraction and nervousness is a weakness, and

a weakness I’ll play on. I look down at her hand wrapped around my arm and then back up at her,
putting on the full watted grin. I flick my tongue ring out and begin running it along my bottom lip,
causing her eyes to widen. Her hand quickly falls from my arm, and she scoots back to her podium.
Bad call darlin’.

She tries moving further away as I lean up against her little station.

“Do I scare you gorgeous?”

Green-eyes nods her head ‘no’ quickly.

“Do my looks intimidate you?”

Again, her head moves in a ‘no’ motion.

“Do you know who I am?”

Her head shakes up and down quickly.

Good. I run my forefinger up and down her small delicate hand, causing goose bumps to rise on

her arms. My eyes ignore the wedding band on her finger. That little piece of material means jack shit
to a man like me.

“Who am I darlin?”

Redhead goes to speak, but nothing comes out. She clears her throat and tries again.

“Mason… Mason Dillan…, but you… you don’t go by that,” she says quietly as her eyes drop

to watch my finger trail her hand.

“What do I go by, baby?”

“ZZ,” she murmurs.

“And why can’t I enter the dining room without a jacket?” I ask seductively.

“Because… I would get written up for allowing you to pass thru without one.”

These fucktards rich bastards. I mean fuck the clubs rich and we don’t fucking act like stuck up

prickass bitches.

“I’ll tell you what darlin’. Leave my name for the boss and if he gives you shit, you tell him

you’re gonna tell me, and I can guarantee baby after you say that, he’ll drop it.”

Her green eyes snap to mine, and she gulps as she quietly asks. “What if that doesn’t work?”

I smirk. How cute.

“Grab that pen, darlin’.” I nod to it.

She reaches for it with her free hand.

“Now write down your number on that there napkin along with your name. I’ll give ya a call in

a few days to make sure all is good, baby. Promise.” I smile and cross my heart with my other hand.

Redhead hesitates, lookin’ down at her wedding band, and then back at me. Whatever her inner

battle was, she writes the information down anyways. She hands me the napkin, and I look down at it.
Lorene. Not the name I was expecting but like I really give a shit.

“Are you… are you really going to uh call me?”

This green-eyed beauty really is just too cute. Unfortunately, I don’t do cute that often.

“Do you want me to call you?”

Again, her eyes flick at her wedding band for a brief moment. “Yeah, yeah I really do.”

“Then I’ll call.”

I don’t really plan to but if things don’t work out with Storm, my cock might protest that.

“I’ll talk to you soon,” I say looking down at the napkin. “Lorene.”

“Okay.” She smiles as I let her hand go free.

Thank fuck, now back to the task at hand.

When I leave the redhead with a nod and a grin that hurts from faking it, I make my way over to

Storm and dickhead Randy. I watch as her entire body stiffens. She can feel me, another reason why
we need to just fuck and get it over with.

“Storm,” I chuckle as I squat down at the side of their table.

“Mason,” she spits.

“Uhh… am I missing something here?” Randy laughs uncomfortably.

Yeah fucktard, you’re missing something all right. You’re trying to fuck the woman I’m trying to

bed.

“As a matter of fact you are Randy. This here woman belongs to me until I can get my fill of

her.”

I almost cringe because I know I just dug myself into a hole deeper with Storm. She hates being

objectified as just a piece of ass.

“Zig Zag, I swear on all that’s holy if you don’t get up and walk away, I’m never speaking to

you again,” she whisper yells.

I love when her voice rises in that high-pitched note. Fuck, it makes my dick hard.

“I’m going to use the gentleman’s room so you two can work this out,” Randy mumbles standing

up and walking away.

“Pussy.” I chuckle.

“ZZ!” Storm snaps.

I throw my hands up in mock surrender as she shakes her head back and forth at me in disgust.

Her head stops shaking back and forth, and her eyes pierce mine, and all the joking manner is

set aside.

“ZZ… look… I want you, you know I do, but not in the same way you want me. I want more,”

she says, quietly reaching up and placing her hand on my chest, and I swear all the breath leaves my
windpipes at once. “I know you can give me this. I just know it, but I’m tired of waiting. I’m ready,
damn am I ready, but you never will be even though you can be. Baby I’ll be your best friend. I’ll be
the voice you need to hear, but I won’t be the body you want to be near. Because baby, you just want

a few nights and I want more than that from you.”

I gulp. Fuck, I’m no romantic, but she just laid her heart out there for me. I wrap my left hand

around hers, the one lying across my heart and nod, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear with my
right hand.

“Friends.” I croak.

“Best friends, Mason.”

I groan internally because when she says my given name, it makes me want her so much more

than I already do.

“Go have a few drinks baby. I love you, and I’ll call when I’m finished with my date. I wanna

know what’s going on with T, okay?”

I close my eyes as she says I love you; it’s not the first time she’s said it. She tells me every

once in a while. We’re good friends; it feels natural coming from her. But it’s not just those three
words that get me. It’s the fact she wants to know what’s going on with Tatiana. My daughter. And it’s
not lost on me how Storm’s voice got quiet and serious with that statement either. She’s letting me go
as a romantic interest, and that causes my chest to constrict.

“You’ll call?” I say opening my eyes.

“I’ll call.”

I’m reluctant as I stand and lose the feel of her skin against mine.

“Enjoy your date, Storm.” I say honestly as I walk away. I feel like I just fucked shit up and it

doesn’t feel good.

***

Storm

As I watch him walk away, I grab my chest as my entire body starts hyperventilating. I can’t

believe I just did that! Why did I let him go like that? Oh my god! Can I just be friends with him? It’s
so hot in here. What did I just do? Oh god!

“Apple?”

I hear my name, but it’s foggy as if it’s far away. I look up finding the source as my hand

clutches at my chest.

“Are you okay?” Randy asks.

“No, no I’m not. I would like to go home please.”

“Sure thing. Do you need a doctor or something? I could take you to the ER.”

Dammit. Why does he have to be so sweet?

“No, it’s just a panic attack. I’ll be fine.” I croak.

Randy takes a moment before signaling for our check. I need to get outta here. I need air and

lots of it.

As he waits for his credit card to come back, I excuse myself to go outside ahead of him. I can’t

breathe, and I need to get it under control. As soon as my body hits the fresh air, I move over to the
right side of the building and lean up against the bricks, gasping for breath and closing my eyes. I feel
him. I slowly open my eyes and find ZZ standing in front of me. I can’t decipher his look, but my
breathing is coming back steadily. He says nothing as his body presses up against me and his forehead
drops to mine. I close my eyes again and just breathe him in. He smells so good.

“I need you to open your eyes, baby. Please?”

His voice is gentle as if he’s trying to caress me with it. I’m a nervous wreck, and I need my

anxiety meds quickly.

“Please?” He pleads.

I inhale and slowly reopen my eyes. Whatever he sees causes him to sigh and drop his head to

the crook of my neck. His hands rub up and down my arms causing me to shiver.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he mumbles against my skin.

Tears start falling freely from my eyes as I reply to his apology. “I know.”

His hands fall from my arms and grip at my hips. I’ve never seen ZZ like this. I don’t know how

to respond.

“This is shit, baby,” he mumbles again against my skin.

The sound of a throat clearing draws us away from whatever this is, and ZZ’s hands squeeze my

hips tightly as he growls against my shoulder and neck.

ZZ ignores Randy’s throat clearing and straightens himself to look into my eyes. “Did you mean

it?” His chocolate eyes beg for the truth.

“I did.” I reply. I don’t need him to specify his question. I know what he’s asking. He wants to

know if I truly love him. It’s not the first time he’s asked, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.

“Text me when you get home.” He demands.

“I will.”

He steps away shaking his head, but not before giving Randy an evil look. I watch as ZZ walks

to his bike parked in front of the building. I don’t even notice Randy’s movement until he places his
hand on my lower back drawing my attention to him. I peer one more time at ZZ and watch as his head
drops in his hands as he sits on his bike.

“SHIT!” ZZ roars thru his hands.

Another tear leaks slowly down my cheek as I let Randy lead me to his car to take me home. It

makes me feel like shit knowing this is bothering him so much. We’ve grown close, and I think he’s

worried about our friendship fading. That just encourages me more to make this work. He needs my
friendship, and I love him so much. That’s exactly what I’ll give him, even if it kills me to do so.

“I’m ready,” I say quietly to Randy.

“Will you be okay?”

“I’ll be fine Randy. I just need my anxiety medicine is all.”

I have a feeling he wasn’t talking about my anxiety. I respect him enough not to talk about my

business with ZZ even though it would be nice to get it out. I decide I’ll talk with Winter and Piper
tomorrow at work.

Chapter Five

Winter

Storm’s been moping around all day. I can tell something’s bothering her. During the wedding

planning, she’s barely said two words. She was more excited about my wedding than I was, so I
know something is digging at her fucking bad.

“Angel,” Braxxon breathes from behind me.

I smile as I turn around. “Hey baby,” I coo.

“You were thinkin’ pretty hard there babe. What’s up?” he asks while wrapping his arms

around me.

“Somethin’s up with Storm. She’s been quiet all day.”

Braxxon cringes in my arms causing me to pull away. He’s hiding shit from me. He only cringes

when he doesn’t wanna tell me he knows shit I dunno.

“Talk,” I demand, pulling away and crossing my arms across my chest, raising my tits in the air

more. What? I never said I fight fair. He might need a little incentive.

“Stop pushing those tits up; it’ll just make me wanna fuck you,” he growls.

I roll my eyes. “You always wanna fuck me. Now talk!”

“You’re right. Dammit! ZZ asked me what it felt like to be in love last night at the club.”

Oh? My eyes widen. I motion with a go on gesture.

“I swear babe I will fuckin’ take away eating your pussy for a month if you say anything!”

Oh yeah fucking right! That motherfucker can’t go two days without tasting my juices. But still I

appease him.

“Cross my heart,” I tease.

“Baby I’m serious. He’s my fuckin’ brother. This shit is supposed to stay confidential. Dammit

woman, you make me break all kinds of fuckin’ rules!”

“Yeah, yeah I got it. Now fuckin’ talk; you’re pissing me off!”

“Testy little bitch today.” He chuckles at me.

Most women would get pissed if their man called them a bitch and I used to, but now it’s

fuckin’ hot as hell.

“Fine. Storm admitted that she loved him, and he’s all fucked up about it.”

I don’t see what’s so different about any other time she’s told him. Maybe it’s just now getting

to him? I throw my head to the side searching out for where Storm went off too. I’m not liking this.

“Braxx,” I whisper.

“Yeah baby?”

“This could be bad. I can’t lose another friend. What if she decides to leave because he can’t

love her back? Oh, shit! She will, she will totally fuckin’ leave me!”

Braxxon throws me against his chest cooing at me to calm down and I can’t. I lost Lana. I can’t

lose any more friends. I just can’t do it.

“Winter?”

I hear Storm’s reluctant voice say my name as if it’s a question. Shit!

“Talk to her baby.” Braxxon lets his strong hold fall.

“Okay,” I choke. “Where are you gonna go?”

Braxxon’s gorgeous face contorts into anger and I know he’s pissed.

“I’m gonna go knock the block off my road captains shoulders. That’s where I’m goin. Love

you, Angel.”

He kisses me briefly and softly as I mumble it back.

I wait a few moments before turning my attention completely to Storm. She looks utterly

devastated. Storm, Piper, and Tatiana are like my sisters. Just like Lana was and it kills me when
they’re hurting.

“You wanna talk about it,” I ask wiping away tears.

“Please?”

“Storm… I love you like a sister. I’m always here when you need to talk. Let’s go to the office.

You can let it go girl. Your sister has you now,” I say as she leans into my side and we start walking.

“I love you, too.” She says quietly.

I hope Braxxon rips into ZZ.

***

Braxxon

“ZZ!” I roar as I slam the clubhouse door open.

That motherfuckin’ prick upset my Angel. No one and I mean no one causes my Angel upset. I

don’t give a fuck if you’re my brother or not!

“Yeah Prez,” he answers coming around the corner.

I don’t even say another word. I just land a right hook across his jaw causing him to stagger

back.

“What the fuck brother,” he growls rubbing his jaw.

“You’ve upset Angel! She thinks Storm’s gonna walk away from her. Winter is so fuckin’

strong, and the bitch can lay a motherfucker out. But dammit! She can’t handle anything happening
with her sisters!”

I’m seeing red again. I need to calm my fuckin’ cool before I fuckin’ kill this fucker.

“She’s not gonna leave, brother. Shit! That means you told her everything I told you!”

Whoops. I don’t care. He fuckin’ caused upset.

“And?” I prompt.

“Man, do you ever keep anything to yourself?” he asks, rubbing his jaw more.

“Nope, not when it concerns my Angel or her sisters.”

“Trust me; Storm isn’t going anymore, brother. I need you to believe me. We’re good. We had it

out last night. But I’m going off subject because I’m done talking about it. We need to vote for Rap.
His prospecting time is over with. It’s time, Prez.”

Ah hell. If that doesn’t make me feel like a fuckin’ horrible prez. It’s my job to keep track of

this shit. Not ZZ’s.

“Chapel tonight at 7. Make the calls.”

He nods and walks away.

My non-prepay beeps and I look down to see it’s from Angel. I grin like a fuckin’ kid in a

candy store. She says she hates using prepays unless it’s needed.

Angel: She’s not goin anywhere! ☺

I laugh. God I love my Angel.

Me: I’m glad baby love you

Angel: Love you too!

Fuck, I can’t wait to marry my bitch! I look around seeing if I can spot Rap. He needs to know

he’s either gettin voted in or not tonight. I like makin them sweat. My eyes quickly find him sitting at
the bar with Bom Bom.

“Prospect,” I laugh. “You can get pussy later. Get your ass over here.”

“Prez,” he greets coming up to me.

“Votes tonight, just thought I would letcha know.” I laugh walking away.

“OH SHIT!”

His response causes me to break out in even more laughter. Oh god, it feels good for the club to

be mess free. All that seems to be the problem is ZZ’s love life thank fuck!

Life is fucking great!

Chapter Six

I’m sitting in the Chapel listening to all the ‘Yes’ votes for Rap to be patched in. Not one

brother has voted no. I wouldn’t suspect anyone to vote against him; he’s a good prospect. He’s given
us no trouble and the motherfucker can hold a secret down.

“It’s agreed then. Rap is being patched in. Now, on to more depressing shit. We need a new

secretary. Breakneck rest Phil’s soul. I vote Smokey for secretarial. Anyone opposed?”

FUCK! This shit is hard. That’s my pops spot that’s being filled. Dammit, I need a drink and a

good lay.

The room agrees all at the same time and all eyes land on me. I don’t speak; I just nod. Braxxon

knows that’s my yes, and that’s all he’s gettin outta me at the moment.

“Smokey, first order of your new position, patch on your new patch.”

“Prez,” Smokey agrees.

“Next up. The contractors are meeting up with us at Club Sated for the renovation plans. I will

need Max there as well as Smokey. Max, bring our figures with you. Smokey, I will need you there to
keep track of dates and time. Don’t be late. It’s tomorrow at 3.”

They agree and normally I would be more into Chapel but the fact that my father was just

replaced and my damn daughter is running amok somewhere has me all outta whack. Throw on
Storm’s bullshit and I’m all kinds of nutbag crazy.

“ZZ, whens the next charity ride?” I hear Braxxon ask me. It takes me a few moments to shuffle

through all the useless bullshit scattered in my brain.

“Three months,” I answer.

“Fuckin awesome. Angel would have my balls if we had somethin planned during the

wedding.”

No shit!

“Any news on Travis’s interest in Tatiana?”

My eyes shoot to Braxxon’s. Great fucking question. I look around the room, and all heads

shake no. Everyone looks just as disappointed as I feel.

“This shit is unacceptable. We have the fuckin connections this is our fuckin town. Figure the

shit out,” he roars. “One of ours is in danger, and ya’ll are fuckin getting nowhere.”

My right hand flings to the cross dangling from my neck. I grip it tightly, beggin for strength not

to blow up.

And speaking of my daughter, I cut my look over to Shadow. He won’t look at me. His arms are

folded across his chest, and he’s just staring off in the distance. Shit. Last thing I need is a new
brother pissed at me. What a great fuckin welcoming brother I am. My ma would have me by the ears
if she knew I made that comment to him. Berry is the only woman who knows about Shadows past and
his side life. I’m a grown man; I shoulda fuckin known better.

“ZZ what’s up with T? Word around the club is she’s causin ya some mayhem.”

I groan out loud. “Ask Shadow.”

Shadow matches my groan before answering Braxxon. “She’s diggin herself into my side life.

That’s what she’s doin. She’s not bein careful about it, and I’m done being her fuckin babysitter!”

“ZZ,” Braxxon growls.

“What? She likes him, and it’s easier for him to follow her around!” I try to justify myself, but I

can tell Braxxon doesn’t like the idea that I had Shadow, a patched brother, following her around
constantly. He’s cool with just a few times, but usually we have prospects do the babysittin. “And his
name is fuckin Shadow for fucks sake! Half the time I don’t even notice his ass in a room he’s so
fuckin quiet!”

“I’m gonna ring my goddaughter’s neck,” Braxxon growls.

I smirk.

“We need two more prospects. Smokey, go thru Phil’s paperwork and see who he had lined up.

Set up the patch party for Rap. Set it for Friday and send out the info to the Lady Charter. They know
how to give a great patch party welcome.” Braxxon instructs.

Oh, that Motherfucker wants his balls ripped off by Winter.

“Great that concludes Chapel,” Braxxon says, slammin down the gavel.

Thank fuck. I need a drink and my daily dose of Storm’s beauty.

***

The music is pumping at Club Sated. I’m sitting in one of the plush chairs Winter has this place

lined with, drinking my jack and coke, watching one of her strippers dance when Storm plops down
beside me.

“Long night?” she asks, her voice coming out in that beautiful way that it always does.

Shit!

“Yeah,” I answer curtly.

I don’t know how to act around her anymore. This shit has me all kinds of twisted.

“You never got with me about what’s going on with Tatiana,” she says, almost hurt.

I’m an asshole. Plain and simple.

I drain my glass of its contents and place it on the table before answering her. I also drag down

my shades from the top of my head, placing them over my eyes. Every time she stares at me, I feel like
she can read every single feeling that I’m feeling and I can’t stand that shit. It uneases me.

“Tatiana is messin around in shit she shouldn’t be,” I answer while turning towards her.

“Like what Mason?” she huffs out, crossing her arms.

All is forgotten, because the moment my real name left those beautiful fuckable lips, my mind

went straight to wanting to bend her over and fuck the shit outta her.

“ZZ,” she laughs out.

What? She can’t see my eyes.

“You’re a dirty bastard,” she laughs again.

Damn facial expressions!

I smirk. “You know I wanna fuck you darlin; this is no secret.”

She sighs, leaning back in her chair.

Why do I always gotta ruin shit? We just hashed all this out the other day. I gotta fix it.

“I’m sorry. She’s just into shit I can’t talk about.”

Storm’s head tilts to the side, studying me before she nods. “Yeah okay. If you need to talk, you

know where to find me.”

And with that, she gets up and walks away, taking my breath with her. Fuck, she’s too beautiful.

Way too fuckin beautiful.

“Hey there handsome, want a ride?”

I look over and see the stripper that was just dancing standing in front of me in nothing but a

barely there thong and some fuckin pesky ass glitter.

“You offerin the kinda ride I want sweetheart?” I ask, tilting my shades back up to the top of my

head.

“If the ride you’re wantin is the kind that gets these off of me and you inside of me, then yes,

that’s the kind of ride I’m offerin,” she whispers low while fingering her panties back and forth.

Fuck yes, and all I had to do was sit here. Easy pussy.

I stand. “Lead the way sweetness.” I gesture with one of my hands.

My dick allows me to follow this nameless whore through the hallway, out the backdoor to the

fenced in employee parking lot. I make a mental note to let Storm know these bitches be going outside
nude. But not before I get a quick fuck.

“In my car,” she says as her hand reaches for the door handle.

“I don’t think so,” I growl, pushing her up against her car and ripping her panties off.

That’s a little too fuckin personal for my liking.

I push my cock against her backside. “You want this?”

“Yes, yes please!”

Oh, she’s a beggar.

I pull away and listen to her whimper as I dig a condom outta my pack pocket and lower my

jeans. “Fast and hard,” I growl as I cover my dick.

“Fast and hard,” she agrees.

I push into her, and I’m immediately disappointed. The bitch feels like the Grand Canyon, so

wide and loose. I roll my eyes and pull out, reach around to her front, and start playin with her clit.
I’m a dick, but I won’t leave women unsatisfied even if that means no satisfaction for me.

It takes her no time to start moaning and thrashing about. I feel like screaming, my dick is in

need of that much attention. I would make this bitch suck my cock but judging by the looseness of her
pussy, her mouth has been on just as many cocks as her pussy’s taken. No fuckin thank you!

Her body stops shuttering, and I pull my hand away.

“Thank you,” she murmurs through her sex-drugged state.

“No problem darlin,” I say before retreating back inside.

I’m still buttoning my pants when I literally run into Storm. FUCK!

“Did she satisfy you ZZ?” she spits.

Dammit!

“No,” I answer honestly.

“Glad,” she smirks, before walking away from me, yet again.

Glad? Damn bitch has such a beautiful mouth, and it spouts such witty shit. Love it.

Chapter Seven

Storm

Last night I ran right smack into Mason after he was done fuckin one of our dancers out back in

the parking lot. Yeah, fun times!

I could be a big ass bitch and brag to him that I’m going on another date with Randy, but I don’t

because I truly want to be his friend even if it kills me.

I’m rounding up the drinks for the contractor meeting when Piper walks up beside me.

“You excited that all our stuff is moved into the new house?” She asks, excitedly.

The new house I almost forgot about. It’s not actually new. It’s just a different house that

doesn’t have shit memories of our friends being murdered in it.

“I guess,” I murmur filling the last beer mug.

“You excited about your date tonight?”

What’s with the twenty questions? Is she high on something? I look over and shake my head at

her pupils being the size of pinholes.

“You took a happy pill,” I laugh at her.

“Something like that. I know I can’t stop talking,” she giggles. “It’s my night off, and I

practically live here anyways. Thought I would come see what was going on. Tired of being followed
by a brother when I go somewhere.”

I understand that. With the damn Gunners after Tatiana, everyone is on edge. But Tatiana keeps

evading every single club member. I actually need to talk to her about that somehow. I wanna know
the secret. I also wanna know what the hell she’s up too.

“Need some help?” she asks grabbing one of the trays.

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Anytime sis,” she smiles walking towards the tables lined with contractors, club members,

and Winter.

“Good glad you both are here. Sit for just a second,” Winter gestures us.

I nod.

“What is a must have in the rooms you’ll get stuck in during Lockdown?” she leans in and

whispers.

Good question.

“A few things,” Piper starts rattling off, and I happen to agree with all of them. “A window, a

closet, and a bathroom with a tub, not just a shower, and a small kitchen area would be nice too, but
beggars can’t be choosy.”

“Excellent… thanks sis,” Winter mumbles scribbling down what Piper just said.

“Damn needy women,” Braxxon growls playfully, causing Winter’s head to snap up from her

paper.

“What was that? I don’t think I heard you. Needy? You stick women in a filth hole for

sometimes months at a time and wonder why the fuck they’re so bitchy?”

“Point taken; go on,” he gestures to her paper.

“That’s what I thought,” she teases.

“Yes, happy women mean lots of sex,” Piper pipes up and Braxxon grabs her by the cheeks,

staring into her eyes before laughing and shaking his head.

“I knew she was extra chatty for a reason,” he laughs some more.

“Bite me,” she smirks back before standing and walking away.

“Well, I gotta get back to work so… is that all you needed Winter?” I ask while I stand.

“Yeah, thank you,” she mumbles.

She never looks up. She’s bound and determined to get this all done as quickly as possible.

“Storm, can I talk with you for just a minute?” ZZ asks.

“Of course.”

I follow him over to a secluded area. He’s got his damn shades on again. I hate when he wears

them. I can’t read his eyes, only his facial expressions.

“I was wonderin if you could reach out to Tatiana and try to get her talkin. She calls to let me

know she’s alright and shit, but I’m still fuckin outta my mind with worry.”

I lean up against the wall and tuck my hands into my pockets, letting out a breath that moves my

bangs outta my eyes.

“She’s still evading the members?” I ask.

“Yep. We could find her easily, but if I do get a hold of her, I’m gonna lock her ass up in a

room and drive us both crazy mad. I’m tryin to give her space. This shit is hard when you’re only
thirteen years older than your damn kid.” ZZ sighs running his hand through his hair frustrated.

“I’m sorry,” I say honestly.

“Not your fault darlin she’s just a pain in the ass. Look… I just need you to try and get her to

hang out here freely. Somewhere we can see her and not make her feel as if we’re takin away her
damn freedom again. She’s already staying home for school and enrolled into that business program
you’re in. I’m not tryin to make her rebel even more.”

You can tell ZZ’s gas tank is running on low, and his warning fuel light is about to come on. He

looks dangerously close to losing his shit.

“I’ll try, but I can’t promise anything. I’ll talk to Winter and see if we can get Tatiana more

involved in the wedding plans. Most women love doing that shit.”

Mason studies me for a moment before commenting.

“You don’t look like you love wedding shit.”

I smile. “Looks can be deceiving asshole.”

“Such a pretty mouth to be callin me an asshole with, darlin,” he chuckles moving closer to me.

Oh no, he doesn’t!

I scoot along the wall as far as I can get away from him.

“Says the beautiful man that spouts off such nasty shit,” I taunt back.

His nose crinkles a little before his mouth forms into a big smile.

“But darlin this beautiful man who spouts off such nasty shit can back up those nasty vile words

that come outta his mouth.”

His nearness is catching my body on fire, and when he reaches up to swipe my bangs to the side

and outta my eyes, I shiver.

“So you admit that you’re indeed a beautiful man,” I croak.

ZZ leans into me. “If you think I’m beautiful darlin, you should see my cock. It isn’t so beautiful

baby; it’s lined with a Jacobs Ladder, and when I’m rammin into a woman, do you think she’s thinkin’
about me being beautiful?”

Oh dear lord!

I close my eyes and breathe him in. Why does he do this to me?

“Answer me Storm. Do you think when my cock is filling a woman that she’s thinkin about me

being a beautiful man?”

“No,” I squeak before composing myself and reopening my eyes.

“But I’m not every woman, Mason. I’m me and this me that I am… thinks every single part of

you inside and out is beautiful.”

His breath picks up, and he backs away from me. “Talk with Winter about T helping with the

wedding shit,” he rasps out before fleeing away.

Oh my!

***

Chapter Eight

It’s a Breakneck Chapter.

Construction on the club compound has started, and every motherfucker is grumpy. It’s loud and

fuckin obnoxious. Between Tatiana’s bullshit and my attraction to Storm worsening, I’m in no mood
to hear whining. And there’s been no news on what the fuck Travis wants with my daughter. I’m
walking along some of the construction when a nail goes through my boot.

“SON OF A FUCKIN BITCH!”

I hop over to one of the chairs and flop down. The nail is sticking into the bottom of my boot.

Just stuck there. I know it’s the rubber of my sole keeping it in place, but fuck if I ain’t pissed.

“Mason… what’s wrong?”

I look up to see Storm with a worried expression and my anger slightly fades away.

“I stepped on a fuckin nail,” I groan.

She smirks before looking on the floor in front of me and kneeling.

“Give it.” She gestures to my foot.

Storm gives me no warning before yanking the nail out with her tiny hands, and it takes

everything I have not to kick her in the damn face from the pain she just caused me. I hold in that
pissed off move as she removes my boot and sock.

“It’s barely a flesh wound you big ass baby,” she laughs.

“You go step on a fuckin nail,” I grumble and yank my foot away.

She sighs. “I’m sorry.”

“Whatever,” I respond, putting my sock and boot back on.

“Tatiana is gonna help with the wedding planning. You didn’t respond to my text, so I didn’t

know if you got it or not.”

I did get it, and yes, I’m an asshole who didn’t respond.

“Musta not heard my phone,” I lie, re-lacing my boot.

“Yeah, must not have,” she murmurs standing. “I’ll see ya ZZ.”

Why does she have this ability? The ability to make my jackassery known?

Pyro flops down in the chair beside me with a fifth in his hand.

“You’re a fuckin dumbass,” he says simply before tilting the bottle to his lips.

“Yeah, why’s that?”

“Because she wants you and you want her. That fuckin simple brother. One day, all the

decisions you’ve ever made about staying away from her are gonna eat your insides all fuckin up. One
day you’re gonna regret it and one day you’re gonna be pissed you didn’t take advantage of that time.”

What the hell am I supposed to say to that? One wrong word and I can offend him and Lana, and

I don’t wanna fuckin do that.

“Maybe.”

And I leave it at that.

“It ain’t no maybe, brother. You will. Mark my fuckin words, you will,” he murmurs standing

back up and walking away.

What. The. Fuck.

***

Winter

I’m talkin with one of the foremen on the construction crew when I hear Pyro’s words and

voice gut through me like that blade did months back.

I release the foreman to go back to work, and I chase after Pyro.

“Pyro,” I call as I run and he doesn’t stop, even though I know he hears me. I reach him and

yank on his cut. “Don’t fuckin walk away from me when I’m callin for you.”

His body stops moving, and his voice comes out heated and angry. A few months ago, that type

of angered voice might have scared me, but not now. “If you weren’t my president’s girl so help me,
Winter.”

“Yeah, yeah you woulda smacked me or some shit. Whatever… are you doin okay?”

His body swings around so fast it almost gives me whiplash.

“Am I fuckin okay? You must be fuckin jokin. I swear I know you’re not that fuckin stupid

Winter. When I can stop seeing Lana with blood all over her fuckin body, gasping her last fuckin
breaths… maybe then will I be okay.”

I gulp. “I miss her too.”

“You had her longer than I did,” he replies.

How does that make a difference?

“That doesn’t matter Pyro. We both loved her.”

“Yeah? Well I didn’t get to love her long enough. A hundred motherfuckin years wouldn’t have

been long enough!”

I gasp when I see Braxxon approaching us, looking like a ball of fire ready to burn a victim.

***

Braxxon

My vice president’s voice grows loud. I stop talking numbers with Max.

“What the fuck?”

My feet carry me quickly as I spot Pyro and Angel in a heated discussion. He fuckin knows

better than to talk to my Angel like that!

What the fuck is his fuckin problem?

“Braxx… baby, it’s okay. We were talkin about Lana,” Angel says grabbing me by my

shoulders as I square off with Pyro.

“Let me tell you what’s not okay, baby. What’s not okay is my fuckin vice president who is my

fuckin best friend to be talkin to my woman like that! It’s not fuckin okay.”

Pyro looks at me. “Let me tell you what’s not okay, brother,” Pyro growls. “What’s not okay is

your woman askin me if I’m okay. That shits not okay! My fuckin business is my goddamn own! Not
your fuckin girlfriend’s.”

What the hell is going on here? I pull Angel closer to me and look into her gold eyes.

“What happened?” I say quietly, my anger subsiding.

“I just asked if he was okay. I heard him talking with ZZ about Storm and something he said

worried me. I swear, I only asked if he was okay.”

“My business is my own goddamned business, Braxxon. She has no right fuckin asking me

personal shit. Get your fuckin woman under control!”

Angel and I have been working on this breathing technique shit. You know, to try and rein in our

anger issues. So… I do just that. I breathe in a few fuckin times before replying.

“I see. So I’m sure Lana would love the way you’re talkin to her best friend like this?”

Low blow? Maybe. Do I give a flyin fuck? No.

“Braxxon,” Winter gasps out.

“It’s the fuckin truth Angel. Lana would not approve of him talkin to you like that and I sure as

fuck don’t approve of my brother talkin to you like that.”

***

Pyro

FUCK!

He has a fuckin point as always. But I’m still fuckin pissed. What the fuck is happenin to this

club? Since when did women get to just go up to us, and ask us if we’re doin okay?

I’m not fuckin apologizing. Fuck that. They still have one another. Do I still have my Flower?

FUCK NO!

She’s gone. She ain’t comin back. When I look down at my hands, I don’t see clean hands. I see

bloodied up fuckin hands. Bloody from my Flower dying in my arms. Her lasts words to me keep
playin over and over in my fuckin head. No matter what, it doesn’t go away. Drinking is the only time
her voice doesn’t ring loud in my ears. The only time it muffles out so I can barely hear them. My
brother still has his Angel. He still gets to hold her, make love to her, grow old with her. I don’t wish
this pain on anybody. Not even my worst enemy. Lana and I didn’t get much time together. We didn’t
get to learn everything about one another.

Braxxon’s voice wakes me from my thoughts.

“Don’t fuckin’ talk to her like that again, brother. I don’t give a fuck if you’re my best friend or

not. I’ll lay your ass out,” Braxxon growls.

Jesus!

“I don’t need this shit,” I murmur and walk away.

Fuck everyone. Fuck them all!

***

Storm

I’m making my way through the parking lot to my car when Pyro storms past me. I watch as he

straddles his bike and throttles it to start. The idiot has a fifth in his hands as he drives outta the
compound.

This is my life now. I’ve chosen to stay here with my best friend, the one who helped save me. I

need to remind myself that this is the crazy shit I’ll see on a daily basis. Nothing should shock me.

What would make this choice a lot more bearable is if ZZ would just give it up already. Just

hand me his heart. I would take care of it. I would guard it with everything that I am. Winter has
paired him and me as a couple in the wedding. How she plans to gather them bikers up for a rehearsal
is beyond me. I can’t wait to see how that plays out. I’m about to open my car door when Tatiana
hollers my name.

“Hey T. What’s up,” I ask.

“Nothing. Just came to see dad. Ya know… so he knows I’m alive and all,” she grins.

“Well he’s in there…,” I trail off.

“His mood,” she asks.

“Shit,” I reply honestly.

She laughs. “Always.”

I nod.

“Well I gotta get goin. Winter signed me up for those night classes to finish getting my degree.”

I tell her reaching for my door handle again.

“Yeah, have fun with that. My classes don’t start till next semester.”

“I plan too,” I shake my head with a smile. I don’t mind school. I like learning. School was my

escape from my tragically drunk ass mother. That bitch is toxic.

“Later Storm,” Tatiana says walking away.

“Bye T.”

***

Tatiana

As I walk away from Storm, I immediately get sad for her. My father is such a stubborn fool. I

may only be eighteen, but I can tell she’s head over heels in love with him. I lied to Storm just now. I
didn’t come to let dad know I’m still alive. I like him to worry about me. Yeah it’s a spoiled brat
thing to do, but he causes me worry all the damn time. Like worrying about him being alone for the
rest of his life. It’s good for him to worry. It reminds him that he’s not invincible. That just because
he’s the damn road captain of this club, doesn’t make him invincible. Bad shit happens no matter who
or what you are. I spot the reason I came to the compound at the bar with his shades on, twirling a
shot glass around as he watches the monitors. Shadow.

I go to the serving side of the bar, lean against it right in front of him, and smile. I want him. I

want him so bad.

“Hey handsome.” I smile even bigger.

“Tatiana,” he greets back rather curtly, causing my smile to turn into a frown.

“You’ve stopped following me. I know because I can’t feel you anymore.”

“T… baby… I’m not playing this game right now.”

“Why are you doing this?” I say in a whisper.

I don’t see the problem. Why does he keep pushing me away?

“You don’t belong in my world, T.”

Tears sting my eyes. That hurt. More than I care to admit.

“I don’t belong in your world? News flash Shadow, I already live in this fucking world.”

“Goddammit, T. You know what I fuckin meant by that. Stop being a fuckin childish bitch!”

I can’t believe he just said all of this to me. I stand straight and start backing away. He opens

his mouth to say something, and I hold up my hand to stop him.

“Just don’t okay. I get it.”

My body turns and I flee away, humiliated by his words.

***

Shadow

FUCK!

I throw my sunglasses onto the bar and start rubbing my eyes. Fuckin colored contacts, I need to

stop wearing them. I only wear them to hide my black eyes.

My thoughts move back to Tatiana who is a pain in my damn ass. I don’t understand what she’s

trying to accomplish by diggin into my side life. She’s gonna get hurt is what’s gonna happen. If
someone were to ask me to explain the shit going on between Tatiana and me, my answer’d confuse
them. There’s no doubt I want that girl. No doubt at fuckin all. But it’s my past and the other side of
my life that has me, and even her dad skeptical. I don’t fuckin blame him from warning me off of T. I
would too if I were a father.

“You’re a jackass, Shadow.”

What the hell? I look over and see Bom Bom standing there with her arms crossed glaring at

me.

“Shut the fuck up,” I growl.

“Oh my bad, did I hit a nerve?”

That cunt!

“You got two seconds to get the fuck away from me bitch,” I growl standing up, replacing my

sunglasses.

“God. I don’t know why the fuck I hang around here. You leather fucktards are all assholes!”

She huffs.

“And you’re just a muffler bunny who likes to suck cock. We’re all a little fucked up, baby.”

“Damn brother, what crawled up your ass?” ZZ says as he walks to the bar fridge for a beer.

“Fuck. Nothing. Your daughter just left.”

“At least she’s still alive,” he murmurs popping the cap on his beer.

I walk away without another word to Bom Bom and ZZ. I need to clear my head; I need to go to

my fucked up happy place.

***

Chapter 9

Storm

It’s been two weeks since the construction started on the clubhouse compound. Winter, Piper,

Tatiana, and I are sitting in the mom and pop restaurant around the corner from the compound, eating
lunch and finishing up the touches to Winter’s wedding. Two weeks ago, Winter almost ripped off
Braxxon’s dick with Raps patch party too. Inviting the Breakneck Lady Charter was not smart at all. I
still laugh thinking about it.

But obviously, everything is okay because the wedding is less than two weeks away.

“So rehearsal is just nine days away, Braxxon promises to have the brothers that are in the

wedding there on time. Just pray shit doesn’t get fucked up before then,” Winter says before taking a
bite of her grilled cheese sandwich. “So everything is in place. The compound is just two days away
from being completed. I guess money does talk.”

It does. She offered a lot more money to finish quickly. Grant you not, we have a lot of workers

on the compound and I can say with absolute certainty that they’re all fuckin afraid of our biker men.

“Dad’s gonna flip when he realizes he’s gotta walk down the aisle and shit. I can’t wait to see

his face though when Storm’s all dressed up and lookin extra sexy.” Tatiana giggles, slurping her
chocolate shake.

So glad she thinks that’s funny. I already know my heart will be pounding in my chest the entire

time. Not being able to touch him freely is gonna drive me absolutely insane. We’ve grown closer
since he’s stopped trying to fuck me. We’ve been texting almost every day, and we talk and joke
around like old friends like we’ve been doing it forever. Another reason I know we could work so
well if he just gave me his heart.

“I’m sorry Storm,” Tatiana apologizes.

My face must’ve given me away. “It’s alright, T.”

I hate when people pity me for loving a man who doesn’t love me back.

“For what it’s worth, my dad’s an idiot.”

“Thanks Tatiana,” I force out with a smile.

“So final dress fittings are tomorrow and—.”

Bullets pinging through the glass windows cut off Winter’s voice. Winter and Piper throw

themselves onto the floor, and in slow motion, my head turns towards Tatiana. My body flies on top
of hers and I send us sailing across the floor. Shards of glass cut my bare legs up as we skid across
the marble floors.

“Motherfuckers,” Winter roars, reaching for her gun, but it’s too late. The shooters speed off.

The patrons of the diner are screaming so loud.

“Tatiana! Look at me,” I demand. “Were you shot?” I ask examining her as I lift my body from

hers. “Dammit!”

“I’m… I’m okay. Promise,” she croaks out.

“Piper,” I look over and see right away that she’s fine and I sigh with relief.

“Fuck Storm, you’re bleeding all over the place,” Winter cries rushing over to me.

I look down and sure enough, blood is pouring from my legs. “It’s just from the glass,” I try to

reassure her, but it’s no use; she’s already bawling. We lost Haley and Lana by bullets. I can
understand her reasoning to cry.

“When will it ever end?” she cries while dialing Braxxon. “Babe we were just shot at.” She

takes the phone away from her ear for a second. “Yeah, yeah, we’re okay. Storm’s a mess though.
She’ll need the Doc. We’re at the mom and pop restaurant. I love you too.” She hangs up the phone
and starts tearing pieces of her clothing off, tying them around my wounded legs.

“Winter, I’m okay, really.” I try to swat her away with a small laugh.

“Stop Storm, just stop. The guys are on their way and I’ll stay and talk to the cops. Braxxon

wants you guys outta here.”

No need to spell it out that he wants this staying club business. I doubt any of these patrons have

people wanting to shoot them.

“Oh my god! Storm look at you,” Tatiana wails, finally waking up outta the stunned state she

was just in. I’m thankful she’s wearing leather pants. She’s scrapped up but nothing like me.

“I’m fine,” I say even though I feel a little lightheaded.

“You’re not fucking fine. You’ve lost so much blood. I think you mighta punctured an artery.”

Winter groans. “Oh shit.”

What?

“Huh?” I say.

“Storm, there’s a large shard sticking outta your thigh. I can’t remove it. The Doc will have to

do that. You need to lie back until the guys get here.” Winter cries.

“I don’t feel so good,” I croak out.

“This is all my fault. I’m so sorry Storm; I was just shocked,” Tatiana cries.

I shake my head no; this is not her fault.

Braxxon, ZZ, Pyro, Shadow, Sniper, and Smokey come barreling through the restaurant doors as

Winter lays my head back on top her lap.

I hear the sirens and I groan. Not in the mood to be poked and prodded at by EMT’s. I go to

stand. I want outta here. I only want the Doc lookin at me and if I stay here, I don’t think even Braxxon
can stop them from lookin at me.

“Fuck me, this shit hurts,” I whine.

“Dad,” Tatiana shouts and takes off running.

“Shit, she’s gonna have to go to the hospital; that shit looks like it’s in there real good,”

Braxxon growls.

“It’s all my fault dad… I sat there… shit… I sat there like an idiot as bullets flew at us and

Storm threw herself at me.

“Tatiana stop it,” I whisper yell as I look up at ZZ. He’s standing with his daughter wrapped up

in his arms and looking very green.

Everything else just seems to fade away as our eyes lock. He pulls Tatiana away and checks her

one more time for wounds I guess, before reconnecting our eyes and dropping to the floor next to me.

“I’m good ZZ; just a little glass.” I say quietly.

ZZ shakes his head back and forth in a ‘no’, as his fingers shakily reach towards my thigh with

the shard of glass stuck in it.

He looks absolutely terrified.

I go to reach for him and I regret it the moment I move; a cry rips from my throat and ZZ’s head

snaps up.

“Regretting it yet, bro?” Pyro kneels down beside ZZ.

What the hell? Regret what?

“Shut the fuck up, Pyro. I don’t need your shit right now,” ZZ grumbles.

“You need to move ZZ. The EMT’s need to get to her.” Pyro pats him on the shoulder in that

way that only guys fucking understand.

I didn’t even see the EMT’s come in. Wow, I’m either way out of it or ZZ just has that kind of

pull on me.

“Ma’am, do you know your name?” An EMT says bending down and flashing a light into my

eyes.

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean I need to give it to you,” I smirk.

“Storm…,” ZZ warns.

“No fuckin way am I giving him my real name. You can’t fuckin make me.”

He’s stupid if he thinks I’m gonna embarrass my ass like that. Hanging with these bikers is

ruining my vocabulary with curse words.

“Apple Martini is her name. Don’t question it; just write the shit down. It’s her real name,” ZZ

warns.

The other EMT coughs and I throw daggers at him through my dazed state.

They go through the motions of checking my vitals and accessing my wounds, and are about to

lift me on a stretcher when ZZ and Pyro shake them away.

“We… got… this,” ZZ growls.

He’s being a pain in the ass.

“Be careful not to move the shards in her leg,” one of the EMT guys point out.

Shards? As in more than one?

FUCK!

“I’m not gonna hurt her,” he responds.

More than he already has, I want to add, but I decide that wouldn’t be a good thing to say right

now. He looks ready to kill and the EMT’s wouldn’t know I’m talkin mentally.

“Hurry the hell up would ya. I’m in a lot of pain here,” I groan.

They finally stop the pissing match long enough to lay me flat on the stretcher and strap me in.

My body feels cold and I express that to the EMT’s because I really don’t know what kind of blood
I’ve lost.

“I’ll meet you at the hospital, baby,” ZZ whispers against my forehead.

“Yeah, okay.”

I shut my eyes as they wheel me away.

Chapter 10

I watch as they take Storm out to the ambulance. I have all these fucked up emotions rollin

through me right now. I’m not good with emotions. Not used to them. I can’t believe she saved my
daughter’s life. She risked her own life to save my daughters, like her life wasn’t worth something
too. I don’t understand it. I’m fuckin thankful. Don’t get me wrong, I am. But. What. The. Fuck?

“ZZ, go to the hospital. I’ll take Tatiana back to the compound.” Shadow says, standing next to

me.

I rub my temples before sliding my shades back over my eyes. Too many emotions flying across

my eyes right now for all to see. My daughter grabs my arm, forcing my attention to her. “Go Dad, I’ll
be fine. She needs someone.”

I embrace my daughter one more time before heading out. I feel for Braxxon having to clean up

this shit. I hate talking with cops, but then again, who doesn’t? Not one person utters a word to me or
looks in my direction as I leave the ma and pop restaurant. Not even the cops. I wonder what facial
expression is showing on my face. It must be pretty fucking scary if they won’t even look at me.

I reach for my cross and grip it tightly as I straddle m’lady. I’m not all that religious, but I do

believe in a higher power. That’s all I’m gonna say. The entire ride to the hospital goes by in a blur. I
don’t know if it was my mind or the speed I was going, but something was going a hundred miles an
hour. I guess I’ll say it was both, my mind and my bike.

When I walk in to the hospital, my entire body shudders as I spot the old receptionist. If I have

to flirt with her to get the information I need, I’m gonna be pissed.

I clear my throat before I speak, lift my shades up, and decide to take a direct approach first to

see where that gets me. “Hi, I’m looking for the woman they just brought in by ambulance. Her name
is Apple Martini.”

The gray haired woman looks up and smiles, her stained false teeth straight horrifying the fuck

outta me.

“Are you a relative?” she rasps.

“No ma’am,” I say honestly and nicely. The older ones like respect. “But I’m the only family

she’s got.”

She smiles even wider before typing on her computer.

“Ah, yes. They’ve already schedule her for surgery. She’s being prepped.”

The old woman grabs a brochure looking thing and uses a pen to draw a few lines. When she

hands it to me, I feel almost like a dumbass that I thought it was a brochure. It’s a fucking hospital
map.

“Follow that path I drew you young man. It will getcha where you need to go.”

“Thank you,” I tell her before walking away. I’m not usually such a thankful person. But today I

am. Storm saved my daughter’s life and this old woman treated me like a normal person.

Another reason to be thankful added to today’s ever-growing fucking list is because if that old

receptionist hadn’t drawn a follow-me-idiot line, my ass would’ve gotten lost. Two elevator rides
and about ten hallways later, I reach the nurses station in the O.R. wing.

Dammit! It’s a guy nurse.

“I’m looking for information on my friend Apple Martini,” I say heavily, almost too forceful.

“Just one moment,” he says, not even looking up at me.

“Listen, I don’t have one fucking moment. She’s someone I care about and she just took some

glass in the fuckin leg savin my daughter,” I grit out.

Douchebag looks up rather angrily, but that look fades as he takes in my appearance. Yeah,

that’s right you little fucker. I’m a biker and yes, you probably recognize my cut.

“Well hello, darlin,” he whistles.

What. The. Fuck! I don’t fuckin think so. Oh hell no!

“Stop lookin at me like I’m your favorite piece of fuckin’ candy and give me the fuckin

information I asked for.” I snap out.

I’m not homophobic but damn, this is his job, and he’s sitting here bluntly checking me out.

Nothing is detouring this idiot from staring at me. I really hate to get mean right now. Just not in

the damn mood.

“Look man, I’m flattered truly. But I don’t swing the corndog way, okay. I love regular hot dog

buns if you get what I’m saying.”

There. That was nice enough, right?

He tsk’s a few times. “What a shame that is.” His eyes still roaming my body.

“The information,” I growl. I’ve lost my patience. I’ve never really had any to begin with. If I

weren’t being a thankful fucking person today, I would’ve already snatched this little prick up by the
collar and smashed his head in the desk by now.

He clucks his tongue, writing on a post it note, a bright pink one I might add, and then hands it to

me.

“Go to the room I wrote down and wait for her to come out of surgery. They usually make you

wait in the waiting room, but I wouldn’t get any work done with your fine ass sitting there.”

And I wouldn’t have any patience with you staring at me either fucknut.

I don’t say thank you. I might’ve said thank you if the bastard wasn’t hitting on me. I mean I’m a

biker, yeah, I get that, but even I know a fucking hospital is a shit place to be flirtin. People die and
shit in here. I can feel his eyes on my damn ass as I walk away towards the room he wrote down.

I shut the door and leave the lights off as I enter the room, and take a seat in the green plastic

chair in the corner. I don’t see a bed in here, and I remember ma’s stay at the hospital; they wheeled
her everywhere in that damn thing when she had surgery. She had to have her appendix removed. Fun
time that was. Dad was a mess; he didn’t calm down until the doctor had told him how many people
have it done a year. After that, he finally breathed.

I must be exhausted with the clock on the wall ticking loudly; I start to dose off in the cold

hospital chair.

***

Storm

My eyes flutter open and I sigh in relief when I discover the room isn’t bright. I hear murmuring

on the right side of me and try to crook my head through my drug-induced state to the sound. It’s ZZ
talking with a doctor. I strain my hearing and try to focus on their words.

“So she’ll be okay?” ZZ asks the doctor.

“She’ll heal just fine. The fragment of glass barely punctured an artery.”

“But she bled a lot,” he says back to the doctor.

The doctor chuckles, amused with ZZ, I guess.

“Have you ever noticed a small cut bleed a lot, son?”

ZZ nods a yes.

“There you go then. She had a bunch of small cuts and one very large one.”

“Right, so what did you do to her in surgery?” he asks.

“Well, the large glass that was sticking out of her thigh was mostly stuck in flesh, fatty tissue.

The tip grazed an artery. She was lucky. The artery only needed just a few stitches. The main wound
to the flesh of her thigh was our worry after we stitched up the artery. We needed to make sure the
wound was cleaned and stitched correctly to lower her risk of infection.”

“And did you do just that? I mean is she infection risk free or whatever?”

I notice the doctor smile at him.

“Son, she’ll be fine as long as she keeps it clean and rested. She doesn’t need to walk much

during the first few days.” The doctor answers back.

“Okay, when does she get to go home?”

“Tomorrow, as long as she stays fever free.”

“Thanks doc,” ZZ murmurs while rubbing his jaw. ZZ actually looks stressed out and worried.

“Look, I’m gonna give it to you straight here. I’m not leaving her side, and don’t be surprised when at
least two more of my kind show up here.”

I gasp drawing their attention to me. ZZ’s eyes light up and the doctor comes walking over.

“How are you feeling Miss. Martini?” he asks, shining a light in my eyes.

“Call me Storm please, and I feel fine, just a little drugged,” I whisper. “I heard you talking

about my surgery and the aftercare needed. I don’t need you to explain it again.”

“Very well, press that button for a nurse, and they’ll get you whatever you need. If all goes well

you’ll be leaving here tomorrow morning with a few prescriptions. I’ll be back in just a few to check
on you.”

“Thank you, doctor.”

I look at ZZ as he drags the chair over to the side of my bed and takes a seat.

“How long was I asleep?”

“Only a few hours. You know I’m pissed at you right?” ZZ laughs. Like I can really believe

he’s pissed at me when he’s laughing.

“Why?”

“Tatiana may be my daughter Storm, but your life has the same value as hers. Don’t get me

wrong babe, thankful as fuck that you did that for my daughter, but shit. I dunno. I’m just torn about it
all.” He blows out a breath leaning back in the chair.

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, Mason.” I smile.

“Jesus,” he curses.

“What?” I ask.

“Even after a surgery you look fuckin beautiful,” he huffs, as if he’s annoyed by it.

“Number two compliment. You’re on a roll,” I giggle.

A knock on the door stops my giggling as ZZ jumps up and I crane my neck to see who is

knocking.

When the door opens all the way, Winter rushes in knocking ZZ outta the way. Braxxon follows

behind her.

“Well you look good, so everything’s good?” Winter’s words come out in a rush as she

assesses my entire body.

“Just some stitches and a small surgery, no biggie.” I smile, feeling loved.

Her eyes go wide. “Surgery?” She cries.

“No, no just a small surgery to stitch up an artery. No big deal.”

“Whatever, you’re gonna start carrying,” she says, sitting down in ZZ’s chair.

“Carrying what?”

“A gun, silly,” she says, in a duh tone.

“Um no,” I say back.

“Yes!” All three of them say.

I look to the guys and can see their minds are already set. My ass will be learning how to shoot

so I can carry a gun. Lovely.

“So who shot at us?” I say, dropping the subject of me carrying a gun.

“Braxxon has calls made,” she says simply.

And that’s it. She’s curt, so I know to drop it and let the Club handle it.

“I’m gonna cancel the dress fitting and reschedule it for another day,” Winter says.

“No, I get out tomorrow. I might be gimpy but we are still doing it and that’s it. Don’t push me.”

“Angel,” Braxxon growls.

“Don’t start Braxx; send Sniper with us for all I care. We’re not canceling anything just because

some idiots with a gun are trying to kill us. I’m not gonna hide with my ass tucked like a fuckin
pussy.” She practically yells at him.

“What she said,” I agree, out loud.

I’m not going to stop living my life. It’s too short for that.

“Angel you’re wearing on me thin, baby,” Braxxon growls.

ZZ sighs from across the room. “Storm needs rest can ya’ll take your couple spits somewhere

fuckin else.”

“I’m fine,” I try to assure him.

“Darlin,” he sighs again.

“No, he’s right. We need to get going anyways. Club is going on lockdown and all that shit.

Gotta help get groceries with Berry and being as Braxxon isn’t letting us travel alone, I want to get
this shit done and over with. The sound of construction is going to be lovely.” Winter smarts off.

“But worth it,” I say, putting my two cents in.

“Yes, worth it,” she agrees, leaning down to hug me goodbye. “They finish tomorrow anyways.

Love you.”

“Love you, too.” I say back and wave to Braxxon.

“Can you send Sniper here when you’re done with him? I want that hall covered while we’re in

here. And can you make sure someone at least tries to tail Tatiana right now?” ZZ asks Braxxon
before he exits the door.

“Sure thing, brother.”

“Thanks, Prez,” he grips Braxxon’s shoulder in a manly ‘thanks man’ kinda move.

They nod, and Braxxon and Winter leave.

“You need any more pain meds right now?” ZZ asks quietly.

“No, I’m good.”

“Great, scoot that fine ass over. I’m tired and I’m not leaving you, so that means we’re bunkin

up, darlin.”

I know my cheeks flame red. The thought of sleeping next to him all night does things to my

tummy. “Okay,” I squeak out.

I watch as ZZ kicks off his boots and sets his gun on the tray table. He moves the tray closer to

the side of the bed and I know that I need to scoot to the other side. He wants to be close to the door. I
find my voice and ask, “Do you want some of the blanket?”

ZZ sits on the bed, turning towards me. “Of course I do. Who the hell sleeps without a fuckin

blanket?”

I can’t help it. I laugh. I love him.

“Watch your leg baby, I’m comin in,” he smirks as he lies down next to me and throws the

blanket over both of us.

As his smell invades my senses and his body heat swarms with mine, I decide I’m no longer

going to withstand him.

Chapter 11

Storm

I know the drugs aren’t what helped me sleep last night. It was the hard brick of a man sleeping

beside me.

Of course, when we woke up, and ZZ took me to Winter and the girls for the dress fitting, his

soft mood was gone and the hard exterior came back. He leaves us with Sniper, and I immediately
miss him. I crave him, and sometimes I love that I do, and other times I hate that I do. My thoughts are
interrupted when Winter comes around the corner with a wheel chair.

“I’m not sitting in that,” I grumble, trying to cross my arms, but the crutches make it hard.

“Yes you are.” She smarts back.

“No. I’m not a cripple.”

“Never said you were babe, but we’ll be here for a while,” she says while stopping the god-

awful wheel chair in front of me. She couldn’t at least get a newer one? Or you know, deck it out in
some cute shit? It’s an ugly ass brown color.

“Where in the hell did you get this thing? It looks like it came from the 70’s. Send it back

through whatever time machine you got it from.” I try to push it away with one of my crutches.

“Miss Grumpy Pants must’ve not gotten any sleep last night,” Winter smirks as she pretty much

rips my crutches from me.

“I got plenty of sleep. In fact, it was some of the best sleep I’ve had.” I laugh trying to reach for

my crutches.

“Nope. Sit your pretty little ass down.”

That’s enough for me. Her tone was serious. So I reign in my anger because I know she’s doing

this because she cares about me. I do as I’m told, and sit in the awful ugly ass brown wheelchair. I let
a huff out as she moves me over to the mirrored landing.

“You frustrate me. Just so you know.”

“Well… you frustrate me, too!” She exclaims, but not without trying to hide her smile.

“Whatever. Let’s just do this dress thing.” I huff and cross my arms.

“Yes. Ma’am.” She salutes all smart ass like.

***

We’re halfway through the dress fittings, I think, when Shadow comes strolling in. That man is

one fine mystery. Once I caught him putting in light blue contacts just to cover his coal black eyes. I
made a comment that he should leave them out, and that was the first time I seen that dude smile.
Something about these guys all wearing badass shades does something to female insides. Makes us

putty in their hands.

“All you need is some Go-Go boots, Storm.” Shadow smirks, sitting down next to me. I watch

his movements carefully. He doesn’t normally strike up conversation. Once he’s seated, he slouches,
spreads his legs apart, and places his elbows on his knees while rubbing his jaw. My eyes follow his
line of sight, and they land on Tatiana. He’s watching her carefully. His sunglasses aren’t hiding it. I
hope he knows that.

“Shut up. Winter made me sit in this damn thing.”

His head never turns as the corner of his mouth barely twitches. He’s trying hard not to laugh

and smile.

“Thank you,” Shadow murmurs.

What?

“For…” I drag out.

He doesn’t reply; he just nods his head in Tatiana’s direction. That makes me want to scream

for so many reasons. What is with these men wanting someone and not taking her? He’s lucky I don’t
reach over, grab one of my crutches leaning against one of the chairs, and knock him upside the head
with it. I decide right there that men are stupid. Yes, they are stupid and I’m sticking with it.

“Where’s Sniper?” Shadow finally breaks his gaze from Tatiana and looks at me.

I smile and point over to where Sniper is hitting on one of the sales girls. It’s a funny sight

because she’s just bustling around not giving him the satisfaction of even a grin.

“I give her credit. She’s not falling for it. He’s tried everything. He’s even asked her to be his

date at the wedding.”

That last comment throws Shadow’s head back around to me.

“He asked her to be his date at the weddin? Why the fuck would you need a date for a weddin?”

His voice comes out in shock.

“Well, because with normal people Shadow… when there is a wedding, it’s proper to take a

date,” I smart off.

“Do I need a fuckin date?”

Oh boy.

“You don’t need anything Shadow. If you want to take a date, take a date. But if not, it’s not a

big deal. Did you not look at your damn invite for the wedding? It says you may bring a plus one.”

“Jesus Christ!” He exclaims, almost too loudly while standing up. I watch as he walks over to

one of the sales chicks helping Piper. He leans in murmuring something in her ear, and I watch as her
face contorts from confusion to a giddy schoolgirl. She nods her head ‘yes’ excitedly as his hand
trails slowly down her arm before letting her go and walking back over to me.

“There. I have a stupid fuckin date. Is there anything else I need to check off for this damn

event?”

“Yes. You might want to grab a bucket of water, maybe even a hose, because with the look

Tatiana is giving you… you’re gonna be set on fire.” I growl at him.

“Shit!” He yells.

“Dumbass.” I say as I wheel myself away from him.

***

Chapter 12

The construction is finally finished on the compound, and the expansion looks fucking fantastic.

Not gonna lie, Winter knows her shit. After the construction crew was paid off, Braxxon kicked them
all out. We’ve been on lockdown since the ma and pop shooting and having construction workers on
and off the compound made everyone uneasy. After they left, the brothers got busy looking for bugs
and cameras. With the new building and the new windows inside the clubhouse, you can never be too
sure. I know Winter and the club have paid a pretty penny to have this done so damn fast, but in the
end, we all know it’s worth it. Too many loved ones getting fuckin killed.

Braxxon decided to kiss Winter’s ass some more, and have a pizza and wings night in the new

building on the compound. And for once, my daughter isn’t out hiding, doing shit she’s not supposed
to be doing, so I guess I should be thankful. There’s that damn word again. Thankful. I need to shoot
something. I need to feel like a man again. Too many emotions make you a pussy.

Fuck!

“Hey Mason.” Storm smiles down at me with her plate in her hand. She takes a seat beside me

at one of the picnic tables in the courtyard of our newly fuckin awesome building. I look around to
make sure known of my brothers caught her saying my real name and I inwardly sigh in relief when I
notice no one did.

“Hey Apple,” I smirk back.

“Fuck you,” she laughs, taking a bite of her pizza.

She looks just as yummy as that pizza. She’s dressed down, and I decide right there that Storm

looks fucking fantastic in gray sweats rolled to her knees and a white wife beater with some tennis
shoes. Not to mention her hair is piled on top of her head all messy, and she’s not wearing any
makeup. Yeah, that natural beauty thing she’s got going on isn’t good for my dick. It’s already standing
at full alert, stressing against my jeans.

“You ready for the rehearsal dinner tomorrow?”

Yes, baby keep talking wedding shit, so my cock stops throbbing for your touch.

“Do I look like I’m ready?” I say back as I take a bite of my hot wing. Shit, that’s so fuckin

good.

“No. Not at all,” she answers back as she tries handing me a napkin.

“I don’t need that damn napkin; give me your tongue,” I tease her, causing her eyes to go wide.

She finally snaps out of her shock and throws the napkin at me.

“Horny bastard,” she giggles uncomfortably.

Damn. She has pizza sauce on the corner of her mouth. What to do, what to do?

I lean into her, causing her to gasp as my face comes closer and closer with hers. She shutters,

closing her eyes and I drag my pierced tongue along the side of her mouth. Pizza sauce and Storm.
Fuck. So damn delicious.

“Mason,” she whispers and my cock hardens more. “Please don’t do that unless you’re ready.”

Dammit! Way to spoil the mood Storm. I back away from her, picking up my plate, and stand

up. I’m not fuckin ready for no damn commitment. I can’t look at her; I know if I do, I’ll just be pissed
off with myself. I hate the hurt looks I always cause to show up on her beautiful face. I walk over to
the trashcan and toss my paper plate. Everyone is laughing, smiling, and fuck if I don’t wanna be one
of those people right now. My prepay buzzes in my pocket and I dig it out as I walk back inside the
building, the cold air almost stealing my breath. Damn that air conditioner kicks ass in here. Better
than the one in the damn clubhouse building.

“Dillan,” I say into my phone as I sit on the couch and dig out a smoke.

“ZZ, it’s Juan. I’ve been tryin to reach your Prez and VP, and they’re not answerin. I got some

info on that shootin at the restaurant.”

What the fuck? Why wouldn’t they answer their goddamn phones? It’s just a damn pizza dinner.

“Let me hear it,” I grumble lighting up my smoke.

“The hit came from the east coast; word is there’s a pretty big penny sittin on five gals’ heads.”

Two things replay over and over after he tells me this. East coast and five gals.

“The hits, who is on the hit list?” I all but yell into my phone as I make my way back outside. I

throw the door open, and all heads turn towards me. I point to my phone with the hand holding my
cigarette in it. Braxxon digs out his phone, automatically knowing he’s missed an important phone
call. He jumps up and makes his way over to me.

“I’ll send the photos to your prepay. Have my money delivered to me.” Juan says, waiting for

me to hang up.

“I’ll send a prospect.”

I hang up the phone as Braxxon shuts the door behind us.

“What did Juan say?” Braxxon asks.

“Five hits and they’re from the east. He’s sending photos to my phone.”

Braxxon nods and reopens the door leading to the courtyard, motioning for a prospect. Once the

prospect comes in, Braxxon closes the door.

“Prez.” He greets.

Braxxon starts firing off as he digs out money from his wallet. “Take this money to the location

I’m about to text your prepay. Follow the instructions I send with the text.”

The prospect takes the money with a nod and starts walking off as Braxxon starts rapid texting

from his prepay.

My phone dings and I take a deep breath to see who is all on the hit list.

“Storm.” I click. “Winter.” Click. “Tatiana.” I growl and click again. “Piper.” Click. Fuck!

“Ma.”

“What are the damn odds Prez that the five main women of the fuckin club are on a fuckin hit

list?” I yell.

“I don’t think it has anything to do with the club, brother.” He says opening the door again and

calling for Winter.

“What do you mean?”

“I think it has everything to do with Angel. I think that whoever wants Angel dead wants

whoever she hangs with dead too.” He answers back as Winter shuts the door behind her.

“What babe?” She frowns as she notices his facial expression.

“The hits from the east coast. Show her your phone, brother.”

I do as he says and hand Winter my phone. I watch as she clicks through the five photos, a

scowl developing on her face.

“I’m so fuckin sorry ZZ,” she croaks, handing me back my phone.

“Call your uncle Angel. Now!” Braxxon orders.

“Don’t fuckin take that tone with me! Of course, I’m gonna call that fucker.” She yells at him.

I leave them to argue. I need to talk to my girls. I walk back outside and motion for my mom,

daughter, Piper, and Storm. They all stop talking and make their way into the building. They look at
me in confusion as we pass Braxxon and Winter arguing back and forth like they’re already fuckin
married.

“Sit down, all four of you.” I growl motioning to the couches. I’ve set my tone mean on

purpose. I want them to take this shit fuckin seriously.

I take a deep breath and cross my arms. The look I want to give them needs to be fuckin

menacing. They need to know I’m deadly serious.

“Dad?” Tatiana croaks.

I’m about to speak when Winter walks over to us. “Change of plans, wedding will be here.”

And she walks away.

Thank fuck! That was one more worry I had with this fuckin hit.

“Son, spit the shit out. I need to get back with the children.” My ma sighs, already exasperated

with me.

“The hit is on the four of you and Winter. It’s probably a Russian Mafia hit, so take this shit

seriously. It has nothing to do with the club and everything to do with Winter knowin you. I mean it.
You better take this shit seriously. Piper and Storm, your shifts at Club Sated will be heavily guarded.

You won’t fuckin leave this compound without at least three club members, got me?”

I wait for them to nod their heads in understanding before I continue.

“Tatiana, I swear I will fuckin tan your ass if you leave without at least three men at any time.

Do you fuckin get me kid?”

“Yeah dad, I understand.” She whispers wiping a tear from her eye. Everyone hates when

lockdown gets even heavier. Not to mention someone wants her dead. Hate to say it but I’m glad my
kid is crying. It means she understands.

“Ma,” I begin to say and she holds up her hand.

“I won’t leave without James.” She answers.

“Fuckinfanstic.”

***

Chapter 13

It’s a Breakneck Wedding Chapter

Part One

Storm

I watch as Winter and Braxxon exchange their vowels. The wedding so far has gone off without

a hitch. The guest list did get cut in half due to the lockdown because Braxxon made Winter
compromise. Either get married by the Justice of Peace or cut the guest list down. The rehearsal was
hilarious. Picture getting a bunch of biker men trying to line up and walk the right person down the
aisle. Funny shit. I’ve never seen Winter get so red in the face. She was clearly frustrated with them
and trying not to blow a lid. I love the color scheme she picked out though. It screams Breakneck, red
and black everything, even the roses and her dress match.

The preacher says you may now kiss your bride, and Braxxon literally jerks Winter to him

roughly and ascends an assault on her. The guests laugh and cheer as he continues to tongue her to
death in front of everyone. The preacher sighs and calmly folds his bible up waiting for them to finish
so that he may announce them. Finally, Winter slaps Braxxon’s shoulder, and he lets go of her. I look
over at ZZ to find him watching me…

***

My palms are fuckin sweatin like a motherfucker right now. In just a minute, I’ll have to escort

Storm down the aisle. I don’t need to get a boner in this damn tuxedo. I’m still pissed off Winter made
us wear this shit. I’m a fuckin biker; we don’t wear tuxedos. Thank fuck we’re allowed to change for
the reception. My mind goes back to Storm. Beautiful, hot, sexy Storm. I’ve made my mind up that she
also looks fuckin delicious in red. Sinfully fuckin delicious, like an apple. Just like her name. You
know when you look at a plump, fresh apple, and your mouth starts watering as your mind thinks
about how fucking good it is? Storm looks like that right now. Fuck yeah she does.

I revert my attention back to Braxxon who is mauling the hell outta Winter. He looks fuckin

happy. I can’t believe he gave up all the pussy in the world for just one. Must be one hell of a lay.

Storm.

I bet she’s awesome in the sack, and up against a wall, and on a counter, and on my bike, or in

the shower. Dammit!

I look back over at her. Why can’t I stop fuckin lookin at her? Shit. She just caught my ass. As if

I haven’t lead the bitch on enough. Dammit, it’s time to walk down the aisle now.

***

Shado

Tatiana and I are the last to follow down the aisle after the ceremony is over. As soon as I lace

my arm with hers, I immediately wanna pull it away. She’s stiff and doesn’t want me near her, and I
don’t fuckin blame her. I’ve pissed her off by askin that chick from the dress store to come here with
me as my date. I didn’t wanna bring a stupid fuckin date. But damn Storm said I should have one. If
Tatiana would only understand that little Barbie bitch isn’t even gonna get a kiss from me, she would
understand.

I don’t do regular chicks. Prim, proper bitches don’t get my motor runner. I just have certain

tastes and needs. Little Barbie just wouldn’t cut it.

We’re standing in a line as the guests say their congrats and shit to Winter and Braxxon, and

Tatiana is barely smiling as people shake our hands.

“Stop lookin at me Shadow. I can feel your eyes on me every damn time. Go play with Miss

America!” T growls at me, before stepping outta line and going inside.

Shit!

The entire stupid bridal party is lookin at me.

I force a smile, which I never fuckin do; smilin is for the damn birds, and I walk inside to try

patching things up with T.

***

Sniper

I’m laughing alongside Piper when I hear Tatiana start going off on Shadow. Piper and I stop to

listen and watch as Tatiana storms off. Piper shrugs and just smiles at me. I love this girl. She’s
fucking awesome. She’s free spirited, and if I were a chick, I would say that she’s also my best
friend. She’s not afraid to laugh, get dirty, cry, have a little fun; she’s just fuckin awesome. When I
told her about the chick in the dress store turning me down, she just smiled and said ‘you can’t get
them all Snipe’. I then replied with ‘yes I can’.

“I’m ready to get the hell outta these heels,” Piper groans.

I look down at her feet. “No. Don’t. Those are some hot shoes.”

“Hot, but a fuckin pain in my butt cheeks.”

“What?” I laugh.

“My ass cheeks hurt. Swear they do. Every time I take a step, it feels like my ass muscles are

pulling.”

“You’re a nut,” I laugh as I jerk her into a hug and kiss her forehead. She groans, wiping off my

slobber.

“That’s why you love me,” she says, seriously.

“Very true,” I reply.

***

Piper

If Sniper slobbers on my forehead one more time, I’m liable to rip off his tongue. I love the

dude, but dammit, I hate when he does that. He does it all slobbery on purpose. He knows it pisses me
off.

He’s lucky I love him.

We’re the fun ones outta the group, both searching for love while living our life to the fullest. It

wasn’t a shock when Sniper and I hit it off. He’s a talker, and I love a man that’s a talker. Sniper’s not
afraid to show that he’s a badass that has a heart. That’s what makes him the most different outta this
bunch. He cares, and he’s not afraid to show it. He’s also a deadly fuckin weapon. Watching him
shoot guns in the desert is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. When he parts his legs, his jeans
hanging low, and his boxers show… sexiest thing ever!

“I’m ready for a damn shot,” he says, grabbing my hand and dragging me off towards the bar

setup outside.

“I’m going to change my damn shoes,” I grumble, trying to jerk free.

“No, you’re not.” He grips at me tighter.

“You’re being a bastard.” I grit out.

“But that’s why you love me,” he jokes.

“Very true,” I repeat his words to me.

***

Rap

I’m rapping when a blonde comes to sit next to me at my table. She’s the chick that came in with

Shadow. Where the fuck is he anyways?

“You’re a white rapper?” She asks.

Seriously?

I stick out my hand and greet her. “I’m Rap.” She takes my hand in hers, and I shake it. I have

manners dammit.

“Nice to meet you Rap. I’m Alice.” Hmm. Not sure the name fits her.

“To answer your question, yes I rap. Hence the name. Where’s your date?”

Yes, I’m a forward guy. It’s best just to cut through all the bullshit.

“He went chasing after some girl. I don’t care though. It’s interesting to see how… to see how

bikers might celebrate a wedding.” Ah, I knew I smelled a nosey bitch.

“Is that the only reason you came with Shadow?” I smart off.

“That and he’s hot.” She shrugs.

The door flings open and Tatiana storms out into the courtyard straight towards ZZ. Oh shit!

“Dad, get your fuckin boy away from me. I’m seriously gonna fuckin leave if you don’t.”

Dammit, Shadow. Just leave the damn girl alone. He’s causing a scene. Fuck, I may be a new

member and young, but shit, it’s a fuckin wedding for Christ’s sakes.

Shadow walks up beside them and crosses his arms. “All she’s gotta do is tell me she’s okay

and I’ll leave her alone.” He says, causing Tatiana to jump.

“Jesus, stop doing that! What is wrong with you?” she shrieks.

I gotta admit the fucker is a pretty damn sneaky bastard.

“Tatiana just tell him you’re okay,” ZZ growls.

“Fine! I’m fuckin okay. Now stop following me around and get back to your date!” She growls,

looking around for Alice, I guess. “There she is. Now leave me the hell alone!” And she stomps off.

“She’s pretty mad. Is that his girlfriend?” Alice whispers beside me.

“Nope,” I answer taking a drink of my beer. This shit is entertaining. You would think the

drama would bother Winter because it’s her wedding, but when I look over at her, she’s just smiling
and shaking her head. She’s one cool bitch.

“Well I guess I’m gonna head out. This is too much drama for me,” Alice says standing up.

I laugh and just wave.

***

Chapter 13

Part Two

Winter

I’m sitting next to my husband.

MY HUSBAND!

I love the sound of that. Braxxon and I are watching the drama unfold with Tatiana and Shadow.

The dude had it coming.

“I hope she smacks him good a few times,” I laugh, taking a sip of my wine.

Braxxon jerks me and my chair closer towards him, and starts nuzzling my neck. “Why do you

hope that?” He murmurs against my skin, causing goose bumps to trickle along my arms.

“He’s basically leading her on. Actions and words can seriously be misconstrued if a person

isn’t careful. The little fucker acts like he cares one moment and the next he doesn’t want nothing to
do with her, so when he brings a date, she has every right to push him far away.” I grumble, setting my
wine glass down, waiting for my reception to begin.

“My wise wife,” he chuckles, intertwining our hands.

I scowl at his smartassery.

“Just because it’s our wedding night doesn’t mean I have to give you any pussy, just so you

know.” I say raising my left eyebrow. Pointed looks hardly work with this man; I don’t know why I
try.

“Angel,” he growls. “Don’t play games with me on my wedding night.”

Really? I want to laugh.

“Don’t growl at me, you beast. Don’t get smart with me,” I hiss. “I’m not one of your little

Breakneck brothers. I’m your wife now.” I take another sip of my wine. It’s so delicious and
expensive. The taste almost makes up for the cost.

“Don’t threaten me with takin’ my pussy from me and we’ll have a happy marriage.”

I sputter my wine.

“Oh good, as long as we’re clear…”

His fingers edge up to the pressure point on my wrist, and he growls. “Do I need to take my

wife to our new bedroom?”

Leave our reception. Yes, please!

“Maybe?”

He stands quickly, knocking over his chair, jerking me up into a bridal style carry, and starts

taking off into the building.

“What about our reception?” I squeal, kicking playfully.

“To hell with the reception, I need to fuck my wife.”

***

Braxxon

I can’t wait till I can get inside of her.

MY WIFE!

Fuck! Never thought I’d see the day I’d get married. She looks so fuckin beautiful. My Angel in

red. Her hair is curly, sitting on top of her head just the way I love it. Her red dress hugs her sexy
body tightly, and poufs out at the bottom. I wonder if I’ll be able to get it off her.

I take off up the stairs in the new building in search of our new room. We still have the

shittastic one in the clubhouse, but Angel went all out for the room she’s gonna be stuck in when
we’re on lockdowns like we are right now.

I reach the door handle, and it’s locked.

What the fuck?

“Oh shit, here.” Angel says digging into the top of her dress.

I smirk. “Why is our door locked, Angel?”

“It’s our damn room. Right now, this is our home. You always lock your home up.” She says

matter of fact. “Besides, the house the girls and I we were gonna live in is no longer an option with
the hit, and now we’re married, so all of my shit is here.”

I take the key from my wife and unlock the door without putting her down. I’m a biker, but I

ain’t stupid. I know I gotta carry my woman over the threshold.

I’m in no hurry, so I shut the door quietly and walk her over to our new bed, gently setting her

down.

Angel leans back on her elbows, watching my every move carefully.

I love when she looks at me like that. Like I’m her entire world. That I’m the reason she didn’t

give up. But I know the truth. I may be her entire world, but my Angel didn’t give up because she’s
Angel and she’s so fuckin strong.

Without taking my eyes off her, I unbutton my tuxedo jacket and slowly slip it off and toss it on

a plush chair she has sitting next to the window.

I drag my suspenders down and let them hang, and I unbutton my white shirt and un-tuck it.

“Don’t take it off,” she whispers.

I grin and start undoing my pants. When I start to lower them, she shakes her head no. I cock my

head to the side, confused as to what she wants. She sits up and trails her beautiful hand along my
scar, and I gulp. This intense feeling would’ve scared the shit outta me a few months ago. A few
months ago, I wouldn’t have let a woman touch me so intimately. But that was a few months ago; that
was before my Angel. That was before I fell in love, and that was before I got married.

Her hands lace themselves along my spine, and she jerks me to her, her lips coming down on

my chest along my scar. I groan, throwing my head back; every touch from her sizzles my skin,
catching it on fire.

“Ya tebya Lyublyu,” she murmurs against my skin. “I love you.”

I love when she tells me she loves me in Russian; it does crazy things to me.

My hands roam up her bare arms and into her hair as I push her back against the bed. I whisper

‘I love you’, letting the words linger. I can’t wait to have babies with this woman.

“Angel,” I murmur, kissing her jaw.

“Yeah,” she breathes.

“Where’s your birth control pills?”

She points. “In the nightstand,” she whispers. “Why?”

I edge off the bed and open the drawer, snagging up the pills. I walk to the trashcan, toss them,

and return to my Angel in red.

“Braxx?” She says my name in a questionable manner.

“No more, baby. Our life may be shit, but we can make it better,” I say honestly.

“Are you sure? Because our life is dangerous, Braxx.”

I slide my hand up her right leg, locating the gun strapped to her thigh, and I unclasp the holster

and slide it off.

“I’m sure Angel.” I answer as I place her gun on the nightstand.

“Okay,” she laughs and my eyes snap to hers.

“Yeah?”

I honestly thought she might fight me on this. Everything is still so new and fresh.

“Yeah,” she breathes, pulling me down on top of her by my suspenders. “Let’s make a baby.”

I shiver. Fuck do I shiver. Suddenly I find myself in a hurry. No more going slow for me. I start

frantically lifting her poufy fuckin dress outta my way. No panties. I love my Angel. She’s so fucking
smart.

***

Winter

My dress is hiked up to my hips, and I watch as my hot sexy ass biker husband unzips his tuxedo

pants and free his large delicious cock. After he’s free, he grabs my ankles and drags me to the end of
the bed, entering me slowly, causing us both to moan out in pleasure. He picks me up and carries me
over to the wall, turning my back against it. Oh, yes! I love when he gets like this. My dress even
provides some cushion against my back.

“Put one of your legs on the ground and wrap the other one around my waist, Angel.”

His voice is smooth, careful, precise, and full of want.

I nod my okay and do as he instructs. I have no idea where this is going now; all I know is my

insides are pulsating against him, and I need him to move.

But I do wonder why he doesn’t wanna be in our bed. “Braxx, why against the wall?”

One of his hands wrap around my neck and he presses our foreheads together, his gray eyes

forcing my gold ones to his.

“The first time we’re in that bed, Angel, we’re gonna be fully naked. We don’t have time for

fully naked right now, baby.”

I melt.

“Okay, can you move now, please?” I beg. I can’t take it no more. I want and need him so damn

bad.

He pulls back slowly until his cock is barely in me and rams into me fast, causing me to moan.

His eyes hold mine, not letting me free. He’s seizing me again. He wants me to remember this exact
moment, just like the first time he seized me. His every move inside of me is done for that purpose
and that purpose alone. Braxxon pushes me harder against the wall, pumping into me faster as his
hand grips tighter around my neck. My heel digs into his ass as my other one presses harder against
the floor.

His other hand moves to my thigh wrapped around his hip, and he digs his fingers in deep as his

body continues to thrust into mine. Sweat drips from his forehead as his teeth clench tightly together.
His lip piercings bite into his lips, his eyes still laced with mine, and something shifts inside me.
He’s my forever demon, and I’m his forever Angel. The knowledge that he’ll be the only man that
will ever hold me, kiss me, love me again makes me weak in the knees.

My body starts shaking. The orgasm he’s building inside of me is intense and strong, different

from all the other times.

“Braxx,” I moan.

“Let it come, baby.” He whispers, his fingers on both hands gripping me hard as he thrusts into

me quickly. Our release comes together, our moaning and panting loud and unfiltered.

When he catches his breath, he smiles at me, and my heart warms and slows to a steady pace.

“Breakneck.” I say.

He groans smashing his lips to mine, making everything right in our fucked up world.

***

Chapter 14

Part One

It’s a Breakneck Reception

Shadow

God dammit! She pisses me off! We’re not fuckin together! Jealousy does look hot on her though. I slide my shades over my

eyes, tilting the bottle of bourbon to my lips. Got to hand it to Winter; she thinks of everything, even an outside bar in the courtyard for

her wedding.

I’m standing in the corner, leaning up against the concrete wall with one leg propped up and the other on the ground, just

watching T. She looks so much like a fucking good girl and that usually doesn’t do anything for me. When girls look prissy and too good

for anyone else, my dick wants to rip its self-off and run the other way.

She turns her head like she’s looking for someone. I almost smile, but I don’t. I just watch as she continues to seek me out. Her

eyes finally land on me. She’s scowling, and her father seated next to her just follows her line of sight towards me, shaking his head in

laughter. Glad that fucker thinks this shit is funny because it’s really not. When ZZ looks away, I crook my finger at T and gesture for

her to come to me. She shakes her head no, and I crook it at her again. Finally, she relents and stands up, making her way towards me. I

need to make sure we’re good.

“Shadow,” she sighs. “I don’t wanna do this with you right now, please?”

Her voice is sad. I don’t like it.

“I just wanna know if you’re alright, babe. That’s all.”

T exhales and leans up against the wall beside me. She’s quiet for what seems like forever before she starts talking.

“I don’t get it Shadow. I just don’t. I know the kinda shit you’re into, and I’m okay with that. Really I am. So what the hell is the

problem? Don’t bullshit me either.”

She’s just so honest when she’s talking to me. But it pisses me off that she doesn’t get it.

“Jesus, T! What the fuck is it that you want from me? Huh? I ain’t anyone special, darlin. You think you know me, baby. But I

can’t stress this enough. You. Know. Nothing. About. Me!”

I watch as my harsh words sink in. Her fingers dig into the concrete wall before her palms smack it hard and she flings her body

away, practically running inside.

“Fuck! Dammit, T, get back here,” I yell, running after her.

***

I watch my daughter run inside the damn building. I know Shadow probably just told her how it is. My ass is staying the fuck

outta of it. He hasn’t hurt her. My daughter can be a little sensitive to the truth of things. It woulda been nice to hear that conversation

though if this music wasn’t being blasted so fuckin loud.

I light a smoke and look for Storm, my juicy Apple. Where the hell did she go? I push outta my seat and start looking for her. I

get stopped several times by friends shooting the shit, and I find myself so damn frustrated because I want to find Storm.

When their attention is focused on another conversation having nothing to do with me, I bail out. I head inside. I search the entire

first floor and have no luck finding her. When I start heading up the stairs, I hear her giggling. I find her standing by one of the windows

overlooking the courtyard with none other than our fuckin lawyer. Who fuckin invited this prick? I turn around before she can see me

and head downstairs for a bottle of whiskey. After I snag one, I head back up the steps, taking a seat a few steps from the top of the

stairwell, light a smoke, and start drinking. Their voices are murmurs. I wish Tatiana would cut their conversation with one of her rants at

Shadow, but I didn’t see them. So I have to sit here and wait, wondering what the fuck their talking about.

“You okay, man?”

I look up to find Rap.

“Yep. Fuckin peachy or whatever,” I shrug, taking another draw of my cigarette.

“You know what’s nice about being fresh to the patch, ZZ? When I was just a little ol’ prospect, I saw things. Anything you

might wanna shoot across me?”

I nod my head in the direction up the stairwell. Rap takes a few steps up, crooking his head around the corner, and backs up. His

hand lands on my shoulder and he squeezes. “You’re good.” And he leaves just like that. What the fuck?

What to do?

I don’t know how much time passes, but most of the whiskey is gone and I have a pile of cigarettes snuffed out on the label I

peeled off of the damn bottle. I’m half past gone when Storm and Randy make their way down the steps. I hear her mumble that she’ll

talk to him later, and she takes a seat next to me.

“Mason?”

I bang my head against the wall and close my eyes. Why the hell does she do that? Say my name like that?

She leans her head on my shoulder. My eyes fly open, and I look down at her. She’s so small. I sit up straight and pick her up,

forcing her legs to straddle my waist, her dress rising with the move. We say nothing. We just sit there on the steps, my hands trailing up

and down her smooth thighs, our eyes locked.

The look in her blue eyes mirrors how I feel. Confused.

Her small hands move to my tuxedo jacket and she starts unbuttoning it. I’m speechless, stunned, and afraid to move because

she might change her mind. My breathing picks up as she slides it back, forcing it to fall on the step behind me. Storm unclips my tie from

my white shirt, and she runs her fingers up my suspenders to the top of my shoulders, dropping them so that they hang on my sides. She

snatches up my white button up shirt, dragging it outta my pants, but when her fingers graze my skin, it’s all I can stand, and I slowly flip

her around so that she’s lying on the steps. I bunch her dress in my hands and slide it up gently, exposing her silk black panties. She looks

like a fuckin dream right now. Some of her curls hanging in her face, her red poufy dress wrapped around her waist, her feet clad in the

sexiest black fuck me heels propped up on the step next to my knees.

She watches me as I roam her body with my eyes, I barely notice her jerk my tie until I start falling down on top of her. I let my

mouth fall to hers. Her kisses start out slow until I run my arm under her body and jerk her into me, arching her back. She moans into my

mouth, and that small beautiful fuckin sound is my undoing. I free my cock from my pants, never letting her go as I nudge her panties to

the side and slide into her. I groan, and she whimpers. Fuck! I forgot to warn her about my Jacobs ladder. I break my mouth away from

hers, and I pull out just enough so that she can see it.

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” she whispers.

“You sure?” I croak. Fuck! I hope she’s sure.

Just to prove it, she grabs my cock and forces it into her pussy. She’s so tight and warm.

***

Storm

Mason nudges my panties to the side and slides into me without giving me a warning of his size. He groans, and I whimper. He

stiffens and pulls out, showing me the cause of my whimpers. Oh my! It’s a fuckin Jacobs’s ladder. But I don’t want him to stop.

“It’s okay. I’m okay.” I promise him in a whisper.

“You sure?” he croaks, his voice strained.

I don’t say anything else; I just wrap my hand around his cock and force him back inside of me. It feels so damn good. I know

this doesn’t mean anything. I know this won’t come to anything, but I’m going to feel it for now. Feel like it is. His arm snagged around

my waist pulls on me tighter as he continues to move inside of me slowly. Each trust so slow, I can feel each metal barbell against my

walls. I tighten myself around him because it feels too good not too. He groans and his lips come down on mine, his tongue thrusting into

my mouth, wrapping around mine in a frenzied dance. I whimper when his speed picks up and he begins sucking on my tongue. I cry

inside of his mouth when my head bangs against a step. I don’t need to say anything; it’s like he knows what happened because he picks

me up and flips us back over without ever leaving my body and now I’m on top. The change of our position pushes his cock deeper

inside of me, and I break free from his lips and start moving up and down. I pick up my pace and drop my arm behind me reaching for

his balls. I squeeze them gently.

“Fuck, baby, do that again. Do that again,” he growls.

I do, and he becomes animalistic. He sits us completely up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he stands us up. I release my

hold on his balls and run my hands under his arms and up the back of his shoulder blades, gripping tightly as his fingers dig into my ass

and he walks us up the stairs to the nearest bathroom. I want to say it’s just a few more doors down to my room, but I don’t. That would

make this more personal than what it is.

He lays my body on the counter and flips on the light as he shuts the door. The entire time, he moves in and out of me, his breath

coming down hot, smelling of whiskey. Mason runs his hand down my leg, gripping my ankle and slowly moving my leg up to rest on his

shoulder. The angle makes his cock hit my g-spot, and I start coming. My entire body starts to shake and break out with sweats as I cry

out in pleasure.

“Fuck,” he roars. “That is the sexiest fuckin thing I’ve ever seen!”

I look at him and watch as his mouth turns up in a devious grin and he brings his thumb to his lips, wets it, and moves it back

down to my clit.

“Oh god,” I moan as his thumb starts rubbing me.

“You were born to come, baby. I need to see that again.”

I turn my head to the side and stare at myself in the mirror. I watch as my body moves up and down.

“Baby… look at me.”

I shake my head no. I just want to feel this.

“Fine,” He growls, pushing deeper inside of me as his body collides on top of mine, our cheeks pressed together and our eyes

locking in the mirrored reflection. “Put your other leg on my other shoulder. Be careful; it’s still healing, darlin.”

I do as I’m told and my heart breaks a little more at him knowing my leg is still a little messed up. His pace picks back up and he

turns his head, pressing his forehead against my temple and closing his eyes. Sweat starts dripping from his body, and he begins to shake

as my pussy squeezes his cock. When I start screaming out and trying to push him off of me because the building orgasm is too intense,

his body locks tighter against mine and I come along with him. I’m left gasping for air, my chest heaving up and down reflected in the

mirror. His head moves back and forth in a no motion, and he collapses completely on top of me. Moments go by, and nothing is said. His

right hand smacks down on the counter beside my face and his lips pucker and kiss my cheek as he slowly slides out of me. His come

trickles out of my body as he leaves me. He turns away, not looking at me as he searches out a washcloth. Once he finds one, he helps

me sit up without even making eye contact with me and turns on the faucet, wetting the rag. He cleans me up, again without looking at

me. I smack his hand away and slide off the counter, adjusting my panties and smoothing out my dress. I turn away from him, open the

door, and walk out.

I’ve just had the best sex ever, and it’ll probably be the only time and the guy couldn’t even look at me when it was over.

“Apple,” he calls out softly as I leave. I don’t turn around. I just keep walking away towards my room.

Chapter 15

Storm

Four weeks and some odd days later…

The guys keep telling us this is the worst lockdown in Breakneck history. Even Tatiana has

stopped running off for now. Emotions are high strong. There are basically two places we’re allowed
to be. The club compound and Club Sated. If we need anything, we have to take at least three patched
brothers with us, which makes them pretty grumpy. So, us women don’t overdo it with leaving.

The night I slept with ZZ, shit hit the fan. Winter and Braxxon had torn the compound up looking

for bugs and cameras. They found a total of thirty-two of them, and they were all in Winter’s items her
uncle had shipped to her.

Berry, Bom Bom, and Creamy had cooked a mean breakfast and made pot after pot of coffee

that night to wake everyone up out of their drunken and high states so that everyone could help them
sweep the compound.

Braxxon and the brothers chose to tell very few of us what was going on. Even though I’m glad

they decided to let us in, it’s also sad because it’s a faithful reminder about what happened to Eagle,
Lana, and Haley. Last time we had an unexpected visit from the Russians, we lost three of our own.

So to say we’re all a little high strung is putting it mildly. To add fuel to our fucking mess,

Travis from the Gunners is still showing interest in Tatiana. She’s been through two phones and is
now only going in and out of the compound to come to Club Sated. Both of our classes in business
management have been put on hold. I had to drop out this semester and my second one as well, while
Tatiana had to drop out of her semester that was starting when my second one was. She’s not really
broken up about school though, but I can say I am. I’m going nuts having only two locations to travel
back and forth to. I had to fight to go to the drugstore the other night. I had the older men take me so
they wouldn’t follow me down every single isle.

When Tatiana enters the office, I sigh in relief and toss my pen down on the desk. I need some

company to keep me awake.

“Hey babe,” I greet her.

“Hey Storm,” she sighs, sitting in one of the chairs in front of the desk.

Oh?

“What’s up?”

She fiddles with the corner of her sweater. Whatever it is, she’s deep in thought. I hate seeing

her this way. The tension between her and Shadow is fierce; even though they’re friends, it’s
definitely so thick you can cut that shit with a knife.

“Am I too young for Shadow?”

“What? He’s barely over three years older than you, Tatiana. He’s my age. Where is this

coming from? You’re not a child.”

She leans back with a frown. “But if you count his sexual experiences and what he’s into, I’m

young. I don’t know shit.”

“Tatiana… what do you mean by what he’s into?”

Now I’m worried.

“I’ve checked it out, you know. I’ve even tried it a few times.” She mumbles.

What in the hell is she talking about?

“Dammit, Tatiana!”

She sighs, giving in. “Getting pain. I’ve tried it during sex. I met this guy at this club Shadow’s

always at. I followed him once. I went in… and well I left with a guy. I kept meeting up with him a
few times for a few weeks, but then all of this shit happened, and you know.” She shrugs.

“No, I don’t know.”

“It’s not like he’s a Dom or anything. Everyone at the clubs says that he just likes giving out

pain during sex. He doesn’t take on slaves or whatever; he just likes to dish out pain.”

What the fuck!

“He’s a sadist you mean?”

No wonder ZZ doesn’t want them getting together; it all makes sense now.

“Yeah, if that means he likes dishing out pain.”

Fuckin clueless!

“Tatiana,” I sigh. “If you haven’t heard shit from Shadow’s mouth, don’t take what others say

seriously.”

“Not you too! It’s not that bad; it’s actually sexy and hot.”

Oh good lord!

“Promise me that you’ll look more information up about that lifestyle before you go digging any

deeper and trying shit. And talk to Shadow, please Tatiana,” I beg her.

“Fine. I will. Chill Storm,” she laughs.

Honestly, I find nothing about this information funny. Nothing against Shadow’s lifestyle if

that’s what he’s in fact into, but Tatiana doesn’t have a damn clue about this shit.

“Well anyways… you ready? Everything is done out there. Club is cleaned up, and the

employees are leaving.”

Thank god! I’m flippin tired.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

I follow her, scared shitless at the thought of her doing something stupid just to gain attention

from Shadow.

***

Chapter 16

Braxxon

Angel’s legs are sprawled across mine as a laptop bounces up and down while she clicks

through the webpages. We’re sitting in the old clubhouse on the couch looking for land to build us a
home. She’s so fuckin hot when she talks about prime land purchases. She’s so damn knowledgeable.
It makes my dick hard thinking about how she really is deadly determined to take over Jamaica,
Nevada. She’s talking about kicking out the local Chinese gang, who just so happens to own a number
of restaurants and nail salons in our town. She’s gone so far as to already draft up plans for a new
spa. I told her the Chinese just live here, like a home base. Their business is in Las Vegas, but
somehow, Angel still wasn’t happy about that. When I said I don’t know about makin enemies that
don’t need makin, she replied with, “This is our town. They want to live here peacefully, then they’ll
pay up.” On that note, I shut the fuck up. What can I say? I’m a dude, and I love money and power.

“Jesus baby, how much land you lookin to buy?”

“All of it,” she says simply as she picks her notebook off of the couch and starts writing down

more information.

“We can’t afford to buy it all at once, Angel. You may have a lot of money and the club may

have a lot of money, but it goes fast, believe me.”

“We have a lot of money,” she corrects.

“What?”

“You said you have a lot of money, and I said we have a lot of money.”

“My fuckin point is that it will go fast.”

“Silly man… you think I haven’ been investing?”

“Uhh…,” I say because technically, I don’t know.

“You forget all of our money is legal. The club’s may not be, but ours is. I’ve got things in play.

Oh, and check this out.”

She starts pulling up certain things on her computer, smiling and biting her lip. I lean in as she

points to what looks to be a map. “See, all that outlined in yellow is already ours. We built on the
surrounding lots for the new lockdown building. This over here is all the property that your club
already owns.”

She’s fuckin amazing. Another reason my Angel is perfect for me.

“What’s the blue line?” I point out.

“You don’t recognize the path of the blue line on the club land?”

I look back at it. Trying to study it, figure it out, when it suddenly dawns on me. She’s fuckin

brilliant!

“It’s our underground tunnel here on the compound. So you’re tellin me you wanna burrow it to

connect with our land that we buy?” I ask in disbelief.

“No, just from Club Sated. Realistically, it would be hard to do it from all the land I wanna

buy. I want my girls to be able to run if they need to…” she trails off.

And now I get it. With all the shit happenin, she wants a safe harbor for the dancers she has.

My phone rings, disturbing my time with Angel.

I hate when we’re interrupted, but when I see the unknown number, my anger turns to curiosity.

“Breaker,” I snap into the telephone.

"It's Cage. Break... neck. Fucking breakneck."

My body sits at full alert and I grip the piece of shit cellphone tightly. I haven't spoken with

Cage in years. Not only has he just called Breakneck, but his voice is tight and laced with an extreme
amount of worry and anger.

"Cage, brother. What's up?"

"Cuts me fucking deep needing to make this call, Braxx. Got a situation and it isn't a situation I

can take care of."

Oh shit. Cage is straight as they come legal wise. I met the dude on a charity ride years back. It

was a dark time for him. He just got outta the service, and the dude was fucked up. He was grieving
his sister. I can't imagine a pain like that, nor do I wanna.

"Name it, brother." I say to him as I kiss Angel on the forehead, lifting her resting legs off of me

so I can stand.

"My girl, fuck...there isn't enough time to explain the six degrees of fucked up I found myself in.

My girl’s nephew. The other grandparents took him, snatched him right out of bed, and didn’t leave
anything pretty behind. Her mother is critical and questionable. Best I can find is they took him your
way. Braxx, I won't let anyone hurt what is mine. Never again. This ends." Cage's voice comes out
over the phone very lethal and deadly calm. I look over at Angel and see curiosity written all over her
face. With the lockdown and shit, this is a bad time, a really bad fucking time. But Cage is a brother
from my past, and I can't turn my back on him.

"Cage, brother, I need you to say what you need from me?"

"I'll be in Vegas in twelve hours tops. Got to find my boy and bring him home. I wouldn't be

making this call if I didn't need you. Turn that shit red, Braxx."

Turn that shit red? With fuckin pleasure.

"It's done, Breakneck. Headed that way. Dial me again when in Vegas."

"As soon as I land. Owe you big, brother." Cage says into the phone before hanging up. He

doesn't owe me shit. But we don't have time to argue semantics right now.

I hang up my phone with a small groan. Angel and I just got married, the club is on lockdown,

and my wife has a damn hit her ass hired by her own fuckin flesh and blood. I have no idea how she’s
gonna take this blow.

“I’ve gotta go outta town, baby.”

I wait for my words to sink into her beautiful fuckin head.

“You’ve gotta go outta town?” She repeats my words slowly. “This is a shit time for a road

trip!”

I need to explain this to her.

“Baby… the friend of mine I just got off the phone with, he needs me. He’s like one of the

brothers… only he’s straight laced. Sometimes friends call on me to do what they can’t. You feel me,
Angel.”

I start to sit down next to her when she jumps up, her laptop falling to the floor with her quick

movement. Shit, she’s pissed.

“Braxxon, do I need to remind you we just got married last month? That I have a hit on my ass

and that my mother is due here in just a few weeks? Does my life being in danger mean that little to
you?”

I growl like a fuckin lion about to rip apart its prey as I grab her by the shoulders. “Your life is

the only one that counts. My brothers, my family, our family won’t let anything fuckin happen to you!
Do you fuckin think for one second I would leave you here if I didn’t trust them with your life?”

She sighs, realizing my words are nothing but the truth. She wraps her arms around me and

slams her body to mine, digging her head into my chest as her fingers clutch at my cut.

“He’s that good of a friend?” She mumbles, her voice muffled against my body.

I pull her away, forcing her sexy gold eyes to mine.

“Angel, he is. He’s like us, trying to build happiness in his own little fucked up world. And

right now his happiness it being threatened. I can fix this for my brother, do you understand?”

“How long?” Her voice trembles with her question. She’s so fuckin strong but what it all boils

down to is that I’m her weakness and she is mine.

“A week tops. You know me baby, your man gets shit done fast,” I chuckle, trying to lighten the

mood. She nods and I can see everything that’s rippin through her mind fly across her eyes as they
continue to search mine. “I’ve gotta call chapel and get shit in order. Do you think you can handle
packin your husband’s shit?”

“Yeah, where do you keep your saddle bag?” She asks, pulling away from me.

“In my old room in the closet, bottom right corner.”

She smiles slowly and takes off to grab it before turning around in thought.

“What sorta things should I pack? Clothes wise?”

I narrow my eyes. “Dark shit I can burn before comin home. Angel?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too. Go handle the brothers while I act all domestic and shit.”

I shake my head laughing. She’s back. She’s done wallowing. Fuckin love the shit outta my

wife. My laughing stops as I watch her walk away. I swear to fuckin all hell in back my brothers
better not let even a fly so much as land on her while I’m gone.

***

I fucked up. It’s been weeks since Storm, and I fucked. Shit’s just now getting better. I’m still

fucking angry at myself for slipping up. I almost lost her and our friendship, over what? A fantastic
fuck? No matter how good it was, it’s not worth losing her over. My brain is on over drive now that I
know I’m gonna be constantly around her because Braxxon just took off to help a buddy out. Yep,
right in the middle of a fucking lockdown his ass just took off. So now, all of us brothers are on
women watch duty. I don’t know what’s going on with me. Ain’t nothin I do sittin right. I snort a little
coke, nope that don’t help. Drink a little whiskey, nope that definitely don’t help. What’s left for me to
do to get back to who I was? Maybe fuckin? I’ve never went weeks without sex. Maybe that’s it?
Maybe I need to try and rectify this shit…

Chapter 17

Storm

I’m putting away a case of tequila when Winter comes barreling into the storeroom of Club

Sated.

“I’m goin nuts Storm, like fuckin nuts. It’s been three fuckin days. I just want him home

already.”

I stand up straight and lean against one of racks. “He’s Braxx. Badass mofo. He’ll be back in a

few days. No need to worry about him.”

I giggle, turning around to finish stocking the alcohol.

“It’s not just that. I’m ovulating, and he’s not here to get me knocked up.”

At the words knocked up, the bottle in my hands slips, shattering all over the floor.

“Storm?”

“Fuck!”

I walk over to get the dustpan and broom. We keep spares in here because a broken bottle or

two happens about once a week.

“What was that about?” Winter asks slowly.

I start sweeping the wet broken glass into the dustpan and answer her question lightly. “I’m

pregnant.”

“WHAT?”

I sigh, looking up from the mess I made. “I’m pregnant. We didn’t use a condom. I took a shit

load of tests. All positive. I have a bun in the oven.”

“How… how do you feel about that?”

My entire body slumps using the broom as a crutch.

“Fuckin scared shitless. How fuckin cliché’, we don’t use a condom our one and only time, and

here I am gonna be spitting out a baby in like eight months.”

“Does he know?”

I laugh. Of course, I fuckin laugh. Does he know? Fuck no he doesn’t know, and I don’t wanna

tell him either. We just started talkin again. I’m tired of losing him. So I answer truthfully and shake
my head ‘no’ as I stand and finish cleaning up my mess.

“You need to tell him.”

“Why, so he can hide from me again?” I say sarcastically as I walk the dustpan over to the

storage room trash.

“No. Because he’s the damn father. That’s why. You can’t hide that shit from the man; it’s

wrong on so many fuckin levels Storm. So, so fuckin wrong. Give the man the benefit of the doubt. He
might surprise you.”

“You think?”

I’m surprised those are the words that come out of my mouth.

“Yep.” She smiles.

“Who's on Storm duty?” I ask, putting the broom and dustpan up.

Storm duty, Winter duty and so on, is the brothers that cover our small outings. We aren’t

allowed to leave without a few brothers with us or following us.

“Tonight, going home you have Rap, Shadow, and Smokey.”

I grimace. “Smokey’s too fuckin quiet. I mean that man needs to learn to talk.”

“He does talk.” Winter laughs. “A whole lot actually, we’re just not around when he does.”

“Go tell him babe. He deserves to know.”

He does deserve to know. But does that make it easier on me? No. I’m literally already

sweating thinking about how I might approach the subject. I mean, how do you go up to a one night
stand and say… hey I’m pregnant with your baby, without sounding stupid?

But she’s right, like always. He’s a great father to Tatiana. He deserves to know.

“Fine. Alright. I’ll go tell him. You got the club for the rest of the night; you do know that now

right?”

“Yep. Go pregos, before I change my mind.”

And so it begins.

***

I adjust the mirror in my car and playfully flip off Rap and Shadow riding behind me on their

bikes. I got stuck with Smokey inside my car. His silence is maddening, and I decide to voice it too.

“Why the fuck are you so quiet?”

Calm and coolly he lifts his shades up a little so he can see my eyes. Seriously? It’s dark

outside, and yet these fuckers wear their shades almost at all times.

“I’m the smart one, darlin. The smart ones sit back and analyze, quietly.” He grins, dropping his

shades back in place, and he reaches out and turns on my car radio.

Wait. Is that all the conversation I get? Nope, no way!

“Why are you always assigned to me?” I ask, drawing his attention back to me. It’s a good

question actually. Sniper is always with Winter, and I always have Smokey. The rest of the brothers
get to mix it up, but those two are always stuck with us.

“A long term brother is assigned as you call it to everyone that has a hit.”

“So Berry…,” I trail off.

“James has her.”

Okay…

“Tatiana…”

“ZZ, obviously.” And I can tell he’s probably rollin his eyes at me under those shades.

Now that I think about it that was a dumbass question.

“Piper…”

“Pyro, and believe me, he wasn’t fuckin thrilled. Piper is a little chatty fuckin thing.”

I laugh and so does Smokey. Pyro isn’t one for chitchat, which breaks my heart. I stop laughing

and so does Smokey when we both realize he’s not the same. He was so damn alive when Lana was
still here.

“It’s shit,” I whisper.

“I agree darlin.”

All of a sudden, the guys behind us start honking their bike horns loudly and revving their

engines. Smokey throws his sunglasses onto my dashboard and peers back to see what all their
commotion is about.

“Storm, put your foot to the gas harder!”

I comply, and he’s still not satisfied. “More speed, now Storm!”

“What’s happening?” I cry.

Uncontrollable tears start flowing down my cheeks as Shadow rides up on one side of my car

and Rap the other, and bright white lights flash in my rear mirror.

“Storm you have to stay fuckin calm! Do you hear me?” Smokey yells. “Fuck! I shoulda fuckin

drove! Stay fuckin calm Storm; I gotta call Pyro. He’s acting Prez right now. Just breathe deep breaths
baby, deep breaths.”

Baby! I’m pregnant! This shit can’t be happening!

“Smokey…”

Something in my tone causes him to look over at me.

“I’m pregnant.”

“FUCK!” He roars dialing Pyro.

A loud bang and my back windshield shatters. Oh no! They’re fucking shooting at me. Oh my

god!

“Seriously! What the hell is with me and glass,” I cry, stepping on the gas harder. “First the

fucking restaurant, the tequila bottle, and now this! Give me the fuckin phone. You shoot back; I’ll
drive and talk!”

He doesn’t hesitate; he’s already got his gun out and handing me the phone.

“Storm, duck your head a little!” He yells, turning around and taking aim, firing off shots as I

hold the phone up to my ear, and try to drive straight. The sounds of the vehicle behind us swerving
around make my arm hairs stand straight up.

“Smokey what the fuck man? Hello!”

With all the commotion, I wasn’t paying attention to Pyro answering the phone.

“Oh my god, Pyro, we’re being shot at!”

“WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS?”

“Hanger Road…” I say as one of my tires take a bullet, causing me to swerve. Smokey starts

yelling and firing off more bullets as Rap and Shadow do the same. Another tire goes out. All I have
left are my two front tires, and my car is all over the road. “On the way to the compound. We only
have two tires left, Pyro!”

“DRIVE FUCKING STRAIGHT!” Smokey roars.

“I’M DRIVING AS STRAIGHT AS I FUCKING CAN SMOKEY!”

The sound of a crash echoes and I can no longer see Rap.

“Nooooooooooooooooooo!” I scream.

“Storm! Hello! What’s fuckin happening?”

I can’t talk. I can’t hear Pyro screaming in my ear because all I can hear is the sound of

Smokey’s voice screaming ‘hold on’ as my car flips alongside the road and glass shatters. The phone
slips from my hand as I brace against the ceiling of my car. My head hits the stirring wheel multiple
times, as my car continues to flip, over and over again. The metal from my car causes sparks
alongside the road. My seatbelt digs into my chest. My air bag smashes into me so hard it feels like an
anvil was thrown at my face. The sounds all around us are loud as my car skids to a stop. Everything
is on replay as things begin to go dark.

***

I didn’t even let Pyro finish the call. My ass was already flying towards Hanger Road. I can’t

believe I was about to go try and find a bitch to fuck. What in the hell is wrong with me? When I see

her car smashed all to hell and upside down, and Rap lying on the ground near his bike, and Shadow
doing something at the driver side, I don’t even worry about my fuckin kickstand. I just toss my bike
down and take off running. I push Shadow away and he draws on me. Sighing in relief, he puts his gun
down and takes off to the other side of the car.

“Rap’s fine. I think both of his legs are broken though,” Shadow yells.

And I love my brother and all, but fuck him right now. I’m worried about Storm. She’s hanging

upside down; her seatbelt’s the only thing keeping her in place. My fingers reach shakily for a pulse,
and when my skin meets hers, her eyes flutter open.

“Mason,” she croaks. Her face is swollen, covered in white dust, blood, and already forming

bruises.

I start scrambling quickly, her voice snapping me into a frenzied mess. “I’m here, but I gotta get

you outta here babe.”

“ZZ, brother.” I hear a voice croaked from the other side of the car. I peer around Storm and

see Smokey banged all to hell, one of his eyes swollen shut. “She’s pregnant.”

“What?” I stutter.

“She’s pregnant,” he croaks again.

My heart beats faster as I look back to Storm. She’s trying to form words, but her eyes keep

fluttering shut.

“Shit, no baby, keep your eyes open for me.” I say frantically as I dig out my knife. My hands

are shaking so fuckin bad. “Storm. Keep those beautiful blue eyes open, yeah?”

“I… I can’t… it hurts…,” she whispers. “I got off early to tell you…”

She needs to keep her eyes open. Dammit!

“Shadow, go fuckin help ZZ. I’m good. Just banged up, nothin broken here.” Smokey croaks,

and in no time, Shadow is at my side.

I hear bikes and tires squeal.

“It’s brothers,” Shadow murmurs. “Here I’ll cut the seatbelt; you hold her body up so she

doesn’t fall.”

“My foot,” She swallows, her eyes opening just a little. “Is stuck… under the pedal.”

I feel someone reach into my back pocket and snag my riding gloves. I look over my shoulder

and see a very shaky Winter. She’s putting on my gloves, and she’s white as a ghost. After she puts
them on, she moves to the back seat door, and starts crawling through the broken window. She stops
in between the two front seats and looks up towards the pedal.

“Ambulance is on their way,” Winter murmurs while reaching up and untying Storm’s shoe.

“Sniper and Pyro are standing alert,” she nods in my direction. “I called Braxx; he’s gonna try to get
home as quick as he can.”

None of this seems fuckin real right now. It’s like I’m in some kind of fucked up nightmare.

“ZZ,” Winter snaps.

“What?”

“Shadow needs you to hold onto her tight. I’m gonna hold her upper body up and help lower her

into your arms. Don’t fuckin drop her. She’s free of the seatbelt.” She grits her teeth.

I don’t argue with her and say I’m already holding up Storm. I’m a fuckin mess and Winter

senses it.

“One… Two… Three,” Winter counts as she starts lowering the bottom half of Storm’s body.

As Shadow helps me pull Storm freely outta the car, Winter starts coming out with her legs. Strom’s
head ends up in my lap and her legs into Winter’s.

“Shadow go help Smokey,” Winter directs.

I look over at Shadow because Winter shouldn’t have to be directing him, and see his line of

sight. I look towards Storm’s legs and see the blood staining through her jeans.

“We live in such a fucked up world.” He curses, getting up to go help Smokey.

Storm cries out, her hands shakily moving to her stomach while her eyes remain shut. I look

towards the sky and grip my cross with one of my hands. I feel two fingers direct my chin back down.

“ZZ, she’ll be okay.”

“No, no she won’t Winter.” I croak out. “Not after this.”

How the fuck could she be okay after this? I try to jerk my chin away, and Winter’s grip tightens

on my face.

“She’ll be okay. She’ll get mad, ZZ. She’ll get so fuckin mad; her life, her safety will depend

on that anger. Do you get what I’m saying to you?”

“FUCK!” I roar and immediately regret it because Storm whimpers. “I’m sorry, I’m so fucking

sorry.” I whisper stroking her hair from her bloodied face.

“Where are those fucking EMT’s?” Winter starts cursing.

***

Chapter 18

Storm

When I woke up in the hospital stiff as hell, I already knew. I already knew I had lost the baby.

Call it a mother’s intuition, even though I wasn’t a mother yet. I knew. ZZ hasn’t left my side. In fact,
when the doctors were explaining that I underwent a D&C, he held my hand the entire time. I cried;
hell, did I cry. But somethings are just out of our control. Something’s are meant to be, and some
aren’t. And unfortunately for me, this was one of those aren’t times. I’m not angry. Well okay, that’s a
lie. I’m fuckin pissed. Those men were out to kill me and killed half of me instead. Am I gonna turn
into a blubbering mess? No. I’ve went through so much bad shit that if I let it control my life, I
wouldn’t be living one. I chose to live this life. When Braxxon and Winter found me and offered to
send me home free of cost, I chose to stay here. I’d rather be with this family then the family I grew up
with. This is the life I’ve chosen for myself, and this is the life I’m gonna live. I’m sure someone from
outside lookin in on our world would chastise and criticize us for choosing to live this way and that’s
okay; that’s their opinion. The truth people, is that this world isn’t all sunshine, flowers, and
rainbows. The people criticizing us and mocking us are just fuckin blind. Blind to it all. Not one inch
of this earth has a place that’s perfect. Perfect is a word that some idiot made up to describe a
fairytale. And me? I don’t have time for fuckin fairytales. I don’t have time for perfect. I’m not stupid.
I won’t waste my time, my life on searching for a damn fairytale. Life is way too short for that shit.
All I can do is live the happiest I can with the people I love and I’ll make that my fucking fairytale.
That’ll be my perfect.

I reach over and run my sore hand through ZZ’s hair. He’s awake. I can feel it. But his eyes are

focused on the door while his head rests on my bed.

***

I dare a motherfucker to come through that door. I fuckin dare them. I’m so fucking angry. So

fuckin angry, I can’t see straight. She didn’t deserve this shit. She didn’t deserve to have something so
new taken from her. And through all that anger, Pyro’s words keep replaying over and over in my
head.

“Because she wants you and you want her. That fuckin simple brother. One day, all the

decisions you’ve ever made about staying away from her are gonna eat your insides all fuckin up.
One day you’re gonna regret it and one day you’re gonna be pissed you didn’t take advantage of
that time.”

Fuck if he wasn’t right. Because maybe if I didn’t have my head in my ass when it came to

Storm, we wouldn’t be in this damn hospital room, and I wouldn’t be pissed off that we lost our baby.
It’s time to grow up and be a fuckin man. Men have fuckin emotions too. I’ve gotta stop being such a
pussy when it comes to her. I close my eyes and take a deep breath in when I feel her fingers running
through my hair. I’ve been quiet. I don’t know how to act around her. She just lost our damn baby.
What the hell do I say to her?

I slowly turn my head to look at her while her fingers continue stroking my hair. I’m still alert.

My right hand between my legs still grips my fuckin gun.

“Whatcha over there thinkin about?” She tries to smile.

She had to ask that. And she deserves the truth right now and so much fuckin more.

“I’m thinkin… I’m done wastin time.”

She laughs. “What in the world are you talking about?”

“Somethin Pyro said to me once.” I sit up and lean on my left arm, staring straight at her. “He

said that I’d regret not taking advantage of the time I have with you.”

I watch as her smile turns into confusion and then her face contorts in anger. “I don’t want a pity

boyfriend, Mason.” She growls removing her hand from my head. I snatch it before she can drop it
away.

The door opens, snapping my attention away. My gun is in the face of someone that I want to

strangle for interrupting my conversation.

“Jesus! They let you in here with that thang?” The gay nurse of my nightmares twiddles,

carrying a bag of food.

I smirk, lowering my gun. “Do you think they’d try stopping me?”

He shrugs. “Here sugar, brought you some fattening food. It’s better than what this shithole

makes. But I have an ulterior motive if you want this food.”

Storm laughs. It’s only been a day since the accident. She’s already laughing and smiling, and it

isn’t because of me, and that shit burns my soul on fire.

“What do you want from me handsome?” She says reaching for the bag of food. I sigh, get up,

and wheel her tray over.

“I wanna know if this here beast is just that good.”

“What do you mean?” she smirks.

“The fucker knocked you up first go around.”

Too fuckin soon. Too fuckin soon for that shit. I’m about to put a bullet into his head when I

look over at Storm and see her contemplating what he just said.

“Or maybe I’m just that fertile.” She jokes.

What the hell? This is not somethin to be sharing or joking about.

“Oh, I like you darlin,” he smiles, handing her the bag of food and turning his head towards me.

“Go get the beauty something to drink. I’ve gotten her food; make your sexy self useful.”

Who the fuck does this joker think he is? “Don’t you have work to do? Like harass other

patients or somethin?” I growl.

“I came in early after the gossip told me all about the man of my dreams being back in the

hospital.”

I groan, and Storm loses her shit and starts laughing uncontrollably.

The pop machines are just around the corner, so I place my gun on the tray table in front of

Storm and walk out to get her something to drink. Really? It’s just so I don’t kill that motherfucker.
After grabbing her a cold cola, I come back into the room and their laughing together as she eats her
fries. She looks so fuckin happy.

“He really has a Jacob’s ladder?”

What the fuck? I was gone two seconds!

“He does.” Her head moves up and down quickly.

I slam the pop down on the tray table and pick up my gun, shoving it in the back of my jeans.

Really, I just want to remind this fucker about who I am.

“You’re makin my fantasies eat me alive, darlin,” he teases her.

“Keep me and my cock outta your fuckin mind!” I growl.

“No can do. She’s already let the cat outta the bag, or shall I say the ladder off the fire engine.

So many analogies I can use here. Oh this is perfect. Okay gorgeous, I gotta get to work. If you need
anything, page me and I’m here.”

Finally, I think but really, I say it out loud and earn a scowl from both of them. Storm thanks him

for the food and I cringe when he leans down to kiss her cheek. I watch him with a growl as he
leaves.

I take a seat. Storm all but yells at me as she eats. “He’s leaving you know. He’s got a

boyfriend in New York. He’s lonely here, no need to be an asshole!”

“I didn’t even know you knew him.”

“I don’t really.” She shrugs. “He said hi to me the last time I was in here for my leg. He’s a

good person. Is Smokey and Rap okay?”

Dammit. I don’t wanna talk about other fuckin people right now. “Rap’s got two broken legs,

Smokey’s just banged up.”

She nods and seems happy knowing that.

“Back to our earlier conversation.”

She drops her food. “What do you want, ZZ?”

I hate when she says my road name like that. I like when she uses my real name when we’re

alone, and the fact that she used my road name means I need to tread lightly and carefully.

“I want to try.”

How else do I say that or put that? Fuck, she looks beautiful even though her face is all cut and

bruised up. Dammit, stay focused you idiot.

“What the fuck does that even mean?” she yells, causing the heart monitor to start beeping

loudly, and that little fucker comes over the bed intercom.

“Don’t get her riled up again. Sexy biker or not, I’ll boot your ass outta here.”

And he’s gone just like that.

“What he said.” Storm points to the speaker as she unclips the heart monitor from her finger,

causing me to smirk.

“I want to try as in… shit, an us. I want there to be an us.”

“Mason,” she sighs sadly. “Just because I got pregnant and lost our baby doesn’t mean you have

to feel obligated to be with me. I’m okay, really. It’s life. It happens. It was early on. I’d barely gotten
used to the idea.”

She’s killing me here. I had minutes of the idea of her being pregnant with my kid, and I’m

fuckin ripped up about it.

“I don’t get it,” I say turning away.

“Don’t get what?”

I look back at her. “How you can be so okay with this shit. It’s fucked up, Apple. It’s seriously

fucked up. Even I fuckin know that!”

“It could’ve been worse, Mason. I could’ve been farther along, could’ve already heard the

heartbeat, could’ve already knew the sex of the baby, already seen an ultrasound. I was lucky. I’m a
lucky woman to not know that heartbreak. That’s how!”

I gulp, realizing she’s right, but I still want her, and she’s not fuckin understanding me.

“I still want to try. All this fucked up shit aside. I do really wanna try Storm. Just let me try,

please.”

“Do you even know what being in a relationship entails?”

A little bit…

“Yeah, I can’t fuck anyone else.” I try to smile and immediately stop.

“See!” She screeches.

“Look, I know what it means okay. Devotion, it takes a lot of devotion. I watched my ma and

dad. Do you think Phil ever cheated on Berry? Hell no he didn’t. Why the fuck do you think this shit is
scary to me? Living up to being the man he was towards my ma, that shit is scary as fuck! He made it
work, I can make it work. He’d attend parties, rides, got fucked up, but he still always made it home
to my ma. I can try to do that. I will try my fuckin hardest to do that.”

“Mason,” she whispers.

“Please,” I beg. Fuck, what is wrong with me?

“Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she smiles.

Chapter 19

Storm

Two Days Later…

I was released from the hospital this morning. I took one look in a mirror and cringed. I look

absolutely dreadful. I look like a blue and black polka dotted clown. I can’t believe ZZ was all about
trying to make things work, especially with me looking like this. But even after I thought about myself
that way, he somehow made it better because we’re lying on my bed in the new club building talking.

“What was Tatiana like as a baby?”

ZZ stops rubbing over my bruised knuckles and leans up to look at me. “You really wanna talk

about that right now?”

I understand his conflict about me asking because of losing the baby and everything. But I was a

lucky woman, and I’m sticking with that.

“Yes, yes I do.”

He smiles at me so warmly, his brown eyes shining like a chocolate sea.

“Fuck, you shoulda seen my ass Storm. I hadn’t even turned fourteen when Mira and her mom

came up with a baby in their hands. Mom said she immediately knew by just looking at Tatiana that
she was mine. I’m standing there with a rag in my hands from helping dad wash his bike, thinking
what the fuck did I do. I mean hell. The bitch didn’t even tell me she was pregnant. That’s what
happens when you fuck someone older, and they go to a different school and shit. I thought for sure ma
and dad were gonna kill my ass. But ma just took Tatiana out of Mira’s hands, and dad took the birth
certificate and other paperwork outta Mira’s mom’s hands and told them to get fucking lost. It was
clear as day they didn’t want nothin to do with Tatiana. Fuck, it pisses me off thinkin about it. The
first night was the worst night. She wouldn’t stop cryin for nothing. Ma said it was normal and here I
am thinkin holy shit, I created a fucking monster. Ma and dad didn’t make me do too much. Ma was
worried about my childhood already being tainted by the club anyways, and she wanted me to have a
life outside the club too. So she pretty much raised Tatiana, and I was more of a brother for the first
few years. You wanna hear something funny?”

I laugh and nod my head.

“I wouldn’t even touch a female again until I was sixteen years old. I was scared to fuckin death

that if I even kissed a girl I would knock her up!” He shakes his head smiling. “But when Tatiana
started talking full sentences and calling me daddy… it was amazing. I was so young, Tatiana and I
would both piss off ma and dad making messes and shit. The first time they left me alone to take care
of her by myself, I didn’t know what the hell to do. She kept asking to bake cookies. Do I look like I
can bake fucking cookies? No. I get the cookie dough out, and I’m trying to read the directions, which,
by the way, was hard with her tugging on my leg screaming for cookies. I open the cookie dough, and
I throw some at her. She looks up at me with her big shocked eyes, and then she smiles and starts

reaching up for the cookie dough. I break off a chunk of it and hand it to her, and a cookie war fight
breaks out. Jesus, you shoulda seen mom’s face when she came home. She was ready to blow up until
Tatiana turned around and said, ‘he don’t know how to make cookies mamaw’. Ma immediately
softened and ordered me to give her a bath while she cleaned up the kitchen. That was the moment I
realized she was mine. She was my daughter. She wasn’t my little sister, and I needed to start acting
that way. So every once in a while when Tatiana and I fight, we call a truce by bringing one another
chocolate chip cookies.”

Tears slide down my face. I can’t help it. He just shared something so very personal with me.

Right now, his head is turned, and he’s just staring off into space with a smile all over that gorgeous
face of his. This is why I’ve been drawn to him. Something about his presence just reassures you that
underneath all this badass biker is a really fucking hot, sexy, sensitive male waiting for the right
woman to make an honest man outta him. My body is so sore from the accident and the D&C, but I
don’t care in this moment. I reach up and turn his face back to mine, and his smile disappears when he
sees the tears rolling down my cheeks. I give him a reassuring grin as I bring his lips to mine. It’s a
soft kiss. His body is hesitant, and I wonder in the back of my mind if it’s because he thinks he’s
going to hurt my wounds or my heart.

I pull away and look into his brown eyes. “Thank you for sharing that with me.”

“I…,” he says but is interrupted by his prepay.

“WHAT?” he snaps into his phone. “Are you fuckin shittin me? Oh man, Braxxon is gonna have

a fuckin cow when he hears this. Have you fuckin told Winter? Oh fuck, she okay? Yeah man, be right
there.”

I try to sit up, and he growls at me, and points his finger. “Don’t fuckin leave this bed. I’ll send

one of the prospects up here to watch you.”

“What the hell ZZ?”

“Look, more fuckin Russians are in town. I don’t want you leavin the compound, all right? We

have no idea if these Russians are a friend or enemy. We don’t know if they’re from Winter’s uncle or
Winter’s mom side. Stay the fuck on the compound Storm. I mean it. Please don’t fuckin piss me off. I
can’t worry about the three of you while I help figure shit out.”

By the three of us, I’m guessing he means Berry, Tatiana and Me.

“I get that, but why can’t I leave the bed? I’m not on bed rest. I’m just supposed to rest.”

“Fuck, seriously? You just got into a car accident darlin, and you just lost a baby. Your ass is

getting catered to whether you like it or not. I understand this is new to the both of us. Let’s just
compromise, all right? Let me be the man, and you be the sick woman right now. We’ll figure out how
to deal with one another’s shit another time.”

“You mean we’ll figure out how to deal with the man always getting his way another time?”

He smirks. “Such a smart little pussy cat.”

“Awe… such a silly little fucker that seems to forget I have to heal before he can touch me

again. I should tack on a few extra weeks, you know for more healing and stuff.”

His cocky ass smirk disappears. “Not fuckin funny darlin, I can withhold too. I have a lovely

little gal I call Rosey. Grant you, I haven’t had to use Rosey since I was fifteen, but I’m sure she’ll
come outta retirement.”

We can go at it like this for another hour so I decide to give up.

“How about this be one of the things we talk about another time?”

He looks down at his phone to check the time. “You gonna be good?”

“ZZ, go, I’ll be just fine.”

“Storm… don’t do that.” He sighs, looking sad.

“Do what?”

“When it’s just you and me babe, I’m Mason to you, no club, no fuckin hits, no fuckin idiot

traffickers. It’s. Just. Us.”

Awe.

“But I don’t like my real name.” I pout.

He starts crawling towards me from where he moved to on the bed. It’s the hottest thing I’ve

ever seen. He lays his palm gently on my chest.

“Who are you in here?”

That’s easy, and it takes me no time to answer him. “Storm.”

“Okay then… but when it’s just you and me darlin, I’m Mason, not ZZ. Can you do that for me?”

“I really, really L word you.” I can’t help it, I seriously do. Especially after him saying

something like that.

His head tilts to the side and you can tell by the twitch of his lips he’s fighting a smile, and that

does things to my insides. Sexy, sexy fucker.

“Give me some tongue baby, I’ve gotta go.”

I love his dirty mouth, so I give him some tongue.

***

Chapter 20

Storm

Winter and I snuck up to the rooftop to be nosey little shits. I shit you not; we even got us some

binoculars. We can’t help it we’re bored shitless. Lockdown really does suck, and I can’t really do
anything right now. My entire body feels like it’s been run over. There’s a hit on us, so we have to be
careful. Winter brought up some pillows for us to kneel down on just so we could peek over the
ledge. It’s kind of a rush knowing that if one of the guys sees us up here, we’re in trouble.

“So how did it go this morning? ZZ bringing ya home?”

I look over at Winter and smile. “Really good. He asked me to call him Mason when it’s just

us. Like our moments.”

“The Zig Zag is a romantic. Braxxon told me that when ZZ falls, it’ll be hard. Because of how

his dad was with his mom. I guess Phil and Berry were the couple around here back in the day.”

That’s good news for me if I can just get him to fall.

“Has he said anything about the other guys?” I ask peering over the ledge with the binoculars.

It’s fun; it feels like I’m on a secret mission. It’s stress free stupid fun.

Winter Snorts. “A few of them he has. Braxx was ranting. He got all huffy and puffy and was

stomping around one night saying just wait until them motherfuckers fall in love. Just fuckin wait. It
was hilarious. He said ZZ will fall hard. Sniper is a romantic and ain’t afraid to show it, so he
expects it soon with Sniper. He also said that when it happens to Pyro again… that’ll be intense.” Her
voice goes quiet.

“Do you feel like he would be doing wrong by Lana?”

I watch as she bites her lip contemplating my question.

“I don’t feel like he would be doing her wrong. If Lana was here to see him acting the way he is

right now? She’d kick his ass. I want him to find love again when he’s ready.”

I peer into the binoculars and spot James picking at his butt. “Look at James,” I squeal.

“Oh man, I hope Berry has him washing his hands before dinner.” Winter laughs.

“It’s fantastic! Thank you for getting me outta bed and bringing me up here.”

“Anytime.”

“Are you nervous about more Russians showing up? Shit, you’re a Russian, but you know what

I mean right?”

“Storm, it’s cool. I know what ya meant. Yes, I’m nervous as shit. I don’t see why my uncle

wants me dead. I don’t have any ties to the east anymore. I want nothing to do with that shit. But I’m
more nervous about meeting my mom for the first time.” She says as starts chewing on her lip again.

“It’ll be fine. She had her reasons right?” I ask while turning to look out towards the other road,

stopping and refocusing on one man. “Winter…,” I croak, reaching behind me trying to grab her arm.
“Winter. That’s the guy.”

“What guy?”

“Oh my god. What’s he doing here?” I cry, my palms beginning to sweat, my hair on my arms

sticking straight up.

“Storm, who are you talking about?”

I don’t look away from him. I can’t. Something tells me not too. He’s just standing next to a car,

talking on a cell phone. Oblivious to the fact I’m up here. Which in this case is a good thing.

“He’s the guy that took me from my college campus. I’m sure of it.” I swing back around to

Winter, and cringe because my movements were too fast. “He’s the fucker that took me. Why is he
here?”

“Don’t fucking move. Keep an eye on him. I mean it Storm, don’t move.” She jumps up, taking

off inside the building. I want to tell her I ain’t fuckin moving. That fucking bastard kidnapped me and
sold me to a human trafficker. Why the fuck would I move?

I avert my eyes from the sick fuck when I hear shouting coming from the compound. I look down

to see Pyro and Sniper following Winter outside of the gates. Oh shit!

My binoculars follow her movements, and I notice Sniper and Pyro trailing a little behind her.

What the hell are they doing? The sicko doesn’t even see her coming. I watch her draw her gun as she
walks up behind him. When he feels the gun on the back of his head, he drops his phone. She starts
walking him back over to Sniper and Pyro, leading him into the compound.

No, no, no, no, no! Don’t bring him in here.

They lead him through the gates and into the old clubhouse, and seconds later my phone rings,

and I jump. I drop the spyware and dig my phone outta my pocket.

“Hello.”

“Get down here Storm.” And she hangs up.

I gulp, stand, and make my way down to the clubhouse. The entire time my body is shaking. I

know I’m moving slow because I was just in a car accident a few days ago, but I know I’m also
moving extra slow because I don’t know what she wants me to do. Knowing Winter, she’s going to
make me face my demons. I’m definitely not ready to face my damn demons right now. Why is this
place always so damn busy with shit?

When I walk outta the new building, and start making my way across the parking lot, Sniper

greets me at the old clubhouse door.

“This the fucker that kidnapped Piper too?” He growls, his knife spinning around in his hand.

“I dunno Sniper. I don’t know. We don’t talk about that shit.”

We don’t. We’ve moved on. What’s there to talk about?

“ZZ’s on his way back.”

“I thought you guys were dealing with the Russians.”

“We are. He’s on his way back.” He says, opening the door for me.

That was clipped. But my feet don’t wanna move. Hell no they don’t. I don’t wanna go in there.

Why do I need to go in there? I’m mentally and physically exhausted. Now I just want my bed.

“Storm, you gotta move those feet darlin.” Pyro chuckles behind me. When I don’t move, he

leans down and whispers into my ear, “Ain’t nothin gonna happen to you.” I still don’t move. Pyro’s
arms come up around me, and he’s holding a gun. “You see this small lever here?” I nod yes. “Flick
that if you want the gun to work. Easy enough?” What? And then I understand as his arms move and
the gun is shoved into my back pocket.

I don’t know if it’s knowing the gun’s in my back pocket or if I trust him not to let anything

happen to me, but I start moving. When I round the corner, I halt, memories swirling through my brain
all at once.

“You’re too pretty to be sitting out here by yourself.” I look up from my laptop to find the

geekiest, but sexiest man I’ve ever seen staring straight at me as he takes a seat on the quad

bench next to me. I smile at him; I can’t help it. “You don’t need to be pretty and to be sittin

with someone to work on your thesis outside,” I quip at the handsome stranger.

He chuckles. “I know this is straight forward, but would you like to go grab some coffee

or one of those fancy lattes with me?”

I look around, hesitant to give him my reply.

“Look, we can go around the corner to the college café. Totally your territory.”

I laugh. He’s got a point. What’s the harm with walking around the corner to the café?

Plenty of people around, the campus is a busy one.

“Sure, I’d like that.” I say, shutting down my laptop and shoving it into its case. I stand

and introduce myself. “I’m Apple, by the way.”

“That’s a pretty name.”

I swoon because every single person I’ve ever met has always had a smart comment to go

along with my name. “Thank you,” I reply as we walk.

“How old are you, Apple?”

My name sounds so sweet coming from this man. “I’m eighteen, you?”

“I’m twenty two. And you’re just a young little thing.”

I halt on the sidewalk next to a bunch of cars. I hate when people say that. I wasn’t too

young to take care of myself when my mother was too drunk or too involved with social

activities. “I may be young, but I can assure you, I’m not naïve.” I huff, turning to walk away.

Good looks aren’t that important. First impressions are. Who is this jackass?

His hand grips my shoulder as something digs into my lower back. “But Apple, you are

naïve.” His voice, daunting and evil, sends chills down my spine. “Don’t try screaming or

running away, my young little Apple. I’ll shoot you before you can finish a word. Keep walking.”

I want to scream for help. I walk beside him as his gun aims at my body. I try to give off

‘help me’ looks, but everyone is oblivious to the tears streaming down my face. Everyone is

walking by laughing or talking on the phone. I want to scream ‘don’t you see this man is trying

to kidnap me’. He’s stops me at a black four door pickup. “Up you go.” He chuckles as the door

swings open and someone grabs me from underneath my arms.

“Let go of me!” I scream as the door shuts behind me. I pound on the window, screaming

for help. The stranger that lifted me into the truck smacks me on the side of the head with

something, and everything goes black.

The air from my lungs whooshes out of me as the man that once said my name was pretty stares

at me with a blank expression. I don’t think he recognizes me.

“What? You don’t remember my friend?” Winter growls. And it’s the first time I notice she’s in

the room. “Her name is Apple. You remember picking up an Apple from a college campus, don’t
you?” Winter’s voice is laced with something that sounds like vengeance. It’s scary as hell. I look
back over to the man who ruined my life and watch as his blank expression turns.

“Oh shit.” He says, and the voice causes me to back up until I hit something rock hard. I close

my eyes and take a deep breath. Mason. It’s Mason, and he’s growling, straight up growling. I slowly
turn around until my face is digging into his leather cut. His hand cups my chin, forcing my attention to
his. “Listen to me baby. I’m gonna take care of this, and you’re gonna go back to the other building
with Winter.”

“Yeah, okay,” I answer him, knowing my voice sounds small right now.

He bends down, kisses my lips lightly, and runs his thumb over my nose stud. He has this

fascination with it. I always catch him staring at it.

“Hey Belov-Breaker,” He growls. “Can you walk her home?”

I turn around to look at Winter, automatically knowing ZZ used her Russian name to scare the

shit outta my kidnapper more than what he already looks to be scared.

“Sure I can.” She smiles sweetly at ZZ before turning her attention back on my kidnapper. “Oh,

that’s right you little fucktard. Let them eyes get real big and let the piss continue to drip down your
leg. Fuckin pussy.”

As Winter walks over to me, I place my left hand on Mason’s chest in the shape of the letter L.

His eyes snap to mine, and he bends down kissing me quickly on the lips again and nodding for me to
follow Winter.

***

Chapter 21

I’m on fire. I swear I’m a man on fire right now. It took everything I had not to fuckin kill this

prick in front of her. I don’t want Storm seeing this side of me. She knows this shit goes on; she’s not
an idiot. But I just don’t want her thinking about me that way when it’s just us. Of course, I want her to
feel protected, but scared of me? No. Fuck that. I’ll carry my demons by myself.

When I hear the door shut and I know the women are outside making their way to the new

building, I slowly walk towards the fucker that ruined Storm’s life.

“Your call ZZ,” Pyro says to me. He’s the acting President right now and also the VP, so he just

gave his blessing to use the club, the brothers, and everything we have to ruin this fucker.

“It’s like fuckin Christmas,” I chuckle. “Bag him,” I say as I light a cigarette. I don’t want this

fucker tainting this place any more than what he already is.

I watch as my brothers stand him up and cover his head with a black bag. Shadow comes

walking up with a rope and ties it around his neck, forcing the bag tighter around his head. Good, I
hope the motherfucker has a hard time breathing.

The door opens, and Rap comes rolling through in his wheelchair. Poor bastard has two broken

legs from trying to keep Storm safe. “Look what I found in this asshole’s car,” he says, handing me a
briefcase. “Look inside brother. You’re gonna be pissed.”

I look at the briefcase and grin when I see the pry marks around the lock from Rap’s knife. I

know having him as a patched brother is gonna work out in the long run. He’s meant for the MC. I
throw it onto the bar and open it up. There’s a bunch of shit, but the thing that catches my eye is a
photo album. I flip it open. Pages and pages of Polaroid’s of girls beaten and tied up.

“Third page in, ZZ.” Rap tells me.

I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and reopen them, flipping to the third page. The second

Polaroid on the left is a beaten and bloodied up Storm.

How smart is this fucker? He can’t be that smart to be walking around with evidence of his

fuckin kidnappings.

I start to turn around when Rap speaks up again. “Nope, page 15 and page 17.”

Oh Jesus Christ. What now? I do as he says and flip to page 15. Haley. Beautiful, shy Haley

with a tie around her arm from her being forced to take a hit of snowball. Looking at this photo makes
even me sad. She was fuckin killed after we saved her from this shit. Fuck that pisses me off. I hurry
and flip the page, and there sits Piper, naked with the saddest expression on her face as a gloved hand
grabs her bare chest. Sniper growls from beside me. I act too slow as he draws his gun and fires a
shot into this fucker’s leg.

I shrug, glad he didn’t put a bullet into the fucker’s head. It’s good for him to suffer before I kill

his ass. I start flipping through the rest of the pages, and notice a lot of these girls that we sent home
after we raided the peepshow house.

“Now look in that folder,” Rap points to a folder stickin’ outta one of the pockets.

I’m thinking ‘what the fuck now’? And when I open it, my mouth spews out fast, “Call the

Prez.” We’ve messed with the Russians human trafficking without even fuckin realizin it. We thought
they were Snake’s girls and they weren’t. FUCK! There’s something we’re not seeing here. I hate to
say it, but we need Winter down here. This is the shit she came from. I dig out my phone and dial
Winter. She answers on the first ring. “Yeah?”

“You need to get down here now,” I growl and hang up.

It takes her no time to be standing at my side.

“What is it? You wanted me to stay with Storm.” She says breathless as I hand over the file.

“Oh shit! It’s in Russian.”

Yeah, no shit!

While the guy groans in pain, Winter quickly scans over the documents, her face turning white

as a fuckin ghost. Shit you not. White as a motherfuckin ghost.

“Get me my fucking laptop,” she screams, her fingernails digging at the small chip taped to the

folder. She sits down on a bar stool, flipping faster through the paperwork. Whatever it is, it’s scaring
the fuck outta her, and she doesn’t scare easy. “I can’t believe it.” She chants over and over again.

“I have a fucking sister. A full-blooded sister. God dammit where is that laptop?”

That’s great for her and all…

“Winter what’s the fuckin connection?”

“I don’t know. I don’t fuckin know okay. But the trafficking part is from my Russian family.

Why this asshole has information on a sister I didn’t know about…” she trails off as she begins to
read some more. Sniper comes back up to her with one of the club’s laptops, and she quickly makes
work with the USB chip. “This makes no sense. I came here to get away from my Russian family, and
apparently they are fucking everywhere!”

That’s it. It’s time for answers. I walk over to the bagged fucktard, cut the rope, drag the bag off

his head, and kick him to his knees. “HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW THE RUSSIANS?”

This bastard is a pussy; he’s done pissed all down his leg. He doesn’t let the words stop

flowing from his mouth once he starts talking.

“I work for them. For the Russians, I mean. I find girls and traffic them. I noticed Winter Belov

a few months back and knew the Russians were looking for her. When you guys broke up that stable
of girls Snake was holding for the Russians, I called them. I was told to stick around, make sure
Winter didn’t leave town. Then her father came here and bloodshed happened, and I had more orders
come from her uncle. He’s… oh just fuck it. I’m dead anyways. Her uncle wants her dead. Word is
Winter and her sister are the sole beneficiaries of her father and uncle’s fortune. You should know
that they hired that Travis dude to seduce your daughter.” He groans, probably from a shooting pain.

Pun very intended.

“Winter. Does this shit make any sense to you?” I snap. I’m not even shocked those fuckers are

the ones that have Travis after my daughter.

“The sister part, no. The fortune part, yes. My uncle wants me dead because his money is

basically mine since it was my father’s first. The legit legal money anyway. I think he played me
because he’s trying to locate my mother. He doesn’t know she’s coming here. You need to get rid of
him.” She points to fucktard that fucked up all these women’s lives.

“Babe… did you honestly think I was gonna let him live?” I chuckle.

“Oh god,” fucktard groans.

“He ain’t listenin to you sweetie,” Winter laughs.

“Pack it up, let’s go.”

***

It’s only Pyro and me out here in this blistering as fuck sun getting rid of this idiot. The rest

stayed back to watch the family. On the way out, Pyro grabbed a fifth and some darts and brought
them with us. We give the idiot a little bit before we start to have our fun. We’ve got him nailed up to
a giant piece of plywood. It’s kinda symbolic for what happened to Eagle, his head chopped off by
the Russians and stuck on a tiki torch because of this fuck.

“So, was it worth this pain?” I ask the idiot while I gulp some whiskey.

“No… I… I deserve this.” He cries.

“Yeah, ya do. Still not gonna stop though,” I laugh, picking up another dart and flicking it at

him. It lands straight in the middle of his forehead.

Pyro hands me another, and I read it. This one says Haley and baby. I twirl it around with my

fingers. And her name floats across my lips as I flick it, landing it perfectly into his cheek.

He hands me another, and I read it. Lana. I hand it back. I don’t think he noticed he handed me

hers.

“Thanks.” He says as he stands up and walks over to the fucktard, jamming it into his stomach.

Pyro lets out a breath, his shoulders loosening their stiffness as he walks back and sits down,

taking a swig of whiskey. “Too bad that didn’t make me feel better, brother.

“I’m bored,” I mumble. I wanna go back to Storm.

“Fuckin a man. Let’s do this shit already.”

“I’ve got me a massive fuckin headache goin. I don’t wanna hear him scream. Let’s just shoot

him in the head and then cut him up and burn the pieces.” I moan rubbing my damn temples. This is
what happens when you drink out in the blistering ass Nevada sun.

“Ready?” Pyro asks the dipshit.

Dipshit nods his head the best he can with darts sticking out everywhere and closes his eyes.

The man ain’t stupid. He knew he was gonna die. I cross my arms, and watch Pyro raise his gun, point
it at dipshits chest, and fire.

“Still don’t feel any better,” Pyro mutters under his breath.

“Well, let’s hack him up and burn him. We’ve gotta go.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

***

Chapter 22

Storm

Winter and I had to get off the compound, and in order to do that, we had to come to work at

Club Sated. To say it’s not heavily guarded would be an understatement. We’ve got Russians just
waiting for the guys to slip up and leave one of us unintended. Right now, everything is still tense
with the club and Braxxon’s absence. Mason has been sleeping in my room for the past few nights. He
just barely cuddles me. I’m not gonna push him right now because the man is stressed enough and he’s
strung up tight. When he came back after disposing the man who kidnapped me, he asked if I wanted
to know what he did. All I said was,

“His own blood is on his own hands; he caused his own death.”

Mason was perfectly fine with my response. It was dropped. I don’t feel liberated that the

man’s been dealt with. I just feel like I can breathe a little better.

“Hey bitch. Wanna help me take over the Chinese spa?”

She’s so crazy, and I find that is what I love the most about her.

“Sure… what’s the plan?” I grin while noticing most of the brothers pile into the club. “Oh shit,

hold on. The rest of the guys just showed up.”

Winter smacks herself in the head like ‘oh shit’ too. “I forgot they were bringing in the new

prospects that Phil picked out before he passed away.”

“You mean before he was murdered?”

People pass away from normal causes. Phil was gun down in the middle of the night at his

home. It’s just not right.

“Yeah, that’s what I meant.” She mumbles and I feel bad.

“Hey, I didn’t mean anything by that.” I pat her arm.

“I know. I’m gonna go serve them some drinks. ZZ’s on his way over here anyway.” Winter

teases.

“Shut the hell up.” I try to sound stern, but I fail miserably.

My eyes horn in on Mason as he stalks towards me, his brown eyes trained solely on me. He’s

just so damn hot. Why must he looks so good?

“Darlin,” he murmurs walking behind the bar to stand beside me.

Fuck it. He looks hot. I grab him by the hand and start dragging him off to one of the private

dance rooms. The nice VIP ones that we have. I can’t have sex, but that doesn’t mean I can’t please
my man.

I lean him against the private pole and sternly tell him with my eyes not to move while I shut the

door. I reach over and grab some lace the girls sometimes use to dance with. I walk back over and tie
his hands behind the pole so that he can’t move.

“You got me a little worried here, babe. Not gonna fuckin lie.”

As I undo his pants, I start whispering seductively. “Did you know that when you stalk towards

me like you do… it… gets… me… so… hot? What makes it worse is I know that underneath that t-
shirt and cut is the sexiest chest and arms I’ve ever seen just layered with tattoos.”

“Baby,” he croaks as my fingers trail along his now freed dick.

“And this cock. Oh, this glorious fuckin cock.”

“Fuck. I should’ve given into you a long time ago.”

“Mmm…” I mumble in response as I drop to my knees. I hide my wincing pain. I grab hold of

the base and start walking my tongue along his Jacob’s ladder.

“Oh shit, shit, shit, shit.” He moans banging his head on the back of the pole. “Fuck Storm, take

it all baby, take all of my cock.”

And so I do. My lips and tongue gloriously move along his cock as he rams in and outta my

mouth. Each thrust becoming faster and harder, almost gagging me as he releases with a roar.

“FUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!”

It’s absolutely animalistic and sexy. I decide to recycle his words. “You were born to come,” I

say as I lick my lips, and pull on the lace holding him to the poll as I stand up.

“Unfucking tie me, baby,” he pants.

“Oh Mason, Mason, Mason. I untied you when I stood up.”

His smirk comes back as he wiggles his wrist free of the lace and snatches me up into the

slowest kiss I’ve ever had. It’s almost as if he’s savoring it.

“I knew I’d taste good mixed with you.”

I’m starting to ache, so I know just the thing to get him focused enough to leave me alone so I

can calm down. I shape my fingers into an L, and I lay them against his chest. Sure enough, he
straightens up and nods, then walks out.

My poor Mason. So scared of love. I smile as I follow him out.

***

“Ah… Storm, can you come here for a minute?” one of our doormen asks.

“Sure. What’s up?”

“Some guy here saying he’s looking for Mason Dillan.”

My eyes go wide, and I quickly follow him to the doorway where our customers pay to get in.

When I get close enough, I feel like I’ve just ran into Mason again. Except this is a younger version

with blond hair. And all I can think is… what now?

I take a deep breath and stick out my hand. “Hello, I’m Storm. Manager of the club. What can I

do for you?”

His grip is firm and yet friendly at the same time. But I’ve learned that means jack shit. “I’m

looking for Mason Dillan. I was told I could find him here or over at Breakneck.”

“And you are…?”

“I’m his son.”

And just like that, the air gets sucked out of my lungs. I just had to ask what now? Didn’t I?

I point to my doorman. “Get ZZ and take him to a private booth now!”

“What’s your name?” I ask.

“Mace.”

“Oh Jesus, how old are you Mace?”

“I’m eighteen, ma’am.”

Oh no he didn’t. I feel like Winter when she gets called ma’am. “Listen, I’m just a few years

older than you. Please just call me Storm.” I grumble, peeking over my shoulder to see ZZ sitting in a
private booth. “Follow me.”

“ZZ,” I greet as we walk up and I get a scowl until he sees someone behind me. “This here is

Mace. He says he’s your son. I didn’t know you had a son.”

“WHAT?” He booms flying upwards.

He moves me to the side gently and stands right in front of Mace. “How do you figure you’re

my son?”

“The woman who gave birth to me told me that,” Mace growls. Oh shit, he’s definitely Mason’s

kid.

“And who is your birth mother?” Mason growls each word. I, on the other hand, already know.

It’s gotta be Mira.

“Her first name is Mira.”

Told ya. The kid looks just like Mason and Tatiana.

Mason walks away for a moment dialing someone and starts yelling into the phone. I wish it

were business hours because at least then we would have music going.

“He’s not mad at you Mace. Mira is just a bitch. No offense.”

“I don’t give a shit. Bitch gave me up for adoption.”

Oh no!

“No, my parents were great. It’s just, I’m a little different, and as I got older, it got harder on

them, and they kicked me out. I’m not mad at them. But I can see now where I get my wild side from.”
He chuckles. “Are you his friend?”

I open my mouth to answer when Mason comes back.

“She’s my girlfriend.”

“She’s hot.” Mace laughs. “Even with the bruises.”

“Fuck, he’s definitely my kid.”

“And you’re too young to be my dad,” Mace says, studying Mason.

“I knocked your bitch of a whore mother up when I was thirteen.”

“Seriously?” Mace’s mouth drops open.

“Yeah, seriously. You have a twin sister.”

“Oh shit, that’s cool. Can I meet her?”

Mason rubs the back of his head uncomfortably. I go to walk away, and he snatches my arm,

growling under his breath. “Don’t you dare fuckin leave me.”

Then he turns back to Mace and says. “Uh yeah, let’s talk some first.”

We all three sit in the booth, and I feel so outta place here.

Chapter 23

I can’t believe I have a fuckin son. I hate that bitch Mira; I swear I fuckin hate her. Storm starts

to move to walk away, and my hand clamps down on her arm. And I growl low at her, “Don’t you
dare fuckin leave me.”

I turn back to my son. My son. Shit, that’s gonna take some getting use too.

“Uh yeah, let’s talk some first.”

We sit down, and I notice Storm nervously fidgeting beside me. Shit, if my woman feels

awkward, how the fuck does she think I feel?

“So… apparently the bitch’s womb you grew in gave you up for adoption and didn’t tell ya

about me. I’m fuckin sorry about that. Didn’t even know you existed until just now.”

Fuck, I mean it’s true. Shit, this is fucked up. I reach under the table to lock my hand with

Storm’s. I need her right now.

“She told me that when I found her. I knew it was gonna shock ya,” Mace laughs. Shit, he’s not

even nervous. But the fucker is my kid. You can just tell. Dirty blond hair and brown eyes. Gets the
blond from his whore mother.

“So, did you get raised right? I mean, they didn’t stick you in a shit home did they?”

Please say fuckin no. No fuckin kid deserves that shit.

“I have amazing parents. We’re kinda not talking right now because I’m like the black sheep.

Always getting in trouble. I’m obsessed with street bikes and racing cars. Uh, my parents didn’t care
for that.”

FUCK NO!

“Street bikes? Seriously man?”

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, pop. I’m a lover of all brands.”

Shit. He’s a mini me. Dammit!

“One. Don’t call me pop. I’m not even 14 years older than you. Two. Fuck. You better be,” I

say with a somewhat growl. Yes, I’m fuckin growling at my kid. I rub my jaw with one hand and
squeeze Storm’s hand with the other. I’m f.u.c.k.i.n stressed!

“Well, what the fuck do you want me to call you then?”

Storm starts laughing, and I turn my head and raise my eyebrow at her. “What? He’s your fuckin

kid.” She says and starts laughing more.

“How about just ZZ?” I grit out.

“That shit works for me.”

“Oh shit. I can’t take it. He’s a mini you.” Storm loses her shit completely, and I sigh.

“She’s hot. Maybe when you’re old and gray and shit, she might wanna move onto a younger

version of you.”

THE FUCK?

“Shit.” Storm curses, her laughing stops.

“You’re only getting away with that comment because my blood runs through your veins,” I say

with a hoarse tone.

“Gotcha. So, here’s the thing, my parents want shit to do with me right now. Gotta place I can

crash?”

Before I can answer, Storm starts tugging on my arm. I avert my attention to her, and she

gestures for me to bend down so she can whisper. “The Russians, babe. If they find out you have a
son and he’s not being pro-tec-ted…,” she drags the final word out.

Jesus Christ! Will it ever stop?

I take a deep breath, pray that my newly found son isn’t a pussy, and hope that he won’t run

away. “Look, here’s the thing kid. Well shit. You’re not a kid. Fuck. Mace. We’re not… dammit.
Storm, a little help here?”

I don’t know what to say.

“Mace,” she says sweetly. “We’re in a bit of a pickle here.”

“Pickle, really?” I laugh.

“You want me to explain it or not?”

I throw my hands up from her tone.

“People want some of us dead.” She points to her battered face. “See. This ain’t race wars and

shit you’re probably used too.”

Race wars. Huh. Good job babe.

“If you want to stay here, you need to follow lockdown rules. If the people after us find out your

ZZ’s son, you’ll be killed. I’m not saying that shit to play games. They will kill you. So if you stay,
you will need to listen to the brothers, follow their rules.”

I look over at my son and see a grin float across his face. I admit I’m a little freaked out right

now, because this kid is me, like not long ago…

“Fuck I’m in.”

I groan and smack my head onto the table.

“Don’t worry about him,” Storm says with a laugh and starts rubbing my back. “He’s just a

little stressed.”

Mace whistles and I look up. He’s got his eye on Piper. Oh hell no. “Don’t even think about it

kid. Sniper will kill you.”

“Damn she’s cute, and she’s coming this way,” he says with a smile, totally ignoring what I just

fuckin said.

“Hey guys what’s up? Oh, who’s the fox?” Piper grins at my son.

“My son.”

“What? Oh, are you fuckin serious?”

“As a heart attack.” I reply.

“Well, you want something to drink? ZZ, you look like you fuckin need it.” She laughs at me.

What’s with all this fuckin laughing? This shit ain’t funny. I’m now responsible for two kids. Would
have been a third… Fuck, I do need a drink.

“I’ll take one.” Mace grins the Dillan smile at her. FUCK!

“You’re under age,” I growl.

“ZZ, you let Tatiana drink all the fuckin time. Get the stick outta your ass,” Piper taunts.

“Who’s Tatiana?”

“Well, I guess she’s your sister. She’s ZZ’s daughter.”

Leave it to Piper to tell the world every motherfuckin thing.

Piper and Mace start chatting one another up, and I sit back in the booth, place my arm around

Storm, and drag her body into mine. I need a calming peace right now, and she’s my fuckin peace. Just
when things feel like they’re settling, Winter comes over and gestures for me with a head nod.

“I’ll be right back.” I whisper to Storm and place a kiss on her temple. I can’t kiss her on the

lips. I want to devour her every single fuckin time when I do.

I walk up to Winter, and she’s nervously biting on her lip.

“I need you to talk with the brothers. On my prepay that we set up for my cousin…” she trails

off, waiting for me to remember what Braxxon informed us about before he left. “He says some of the
Russians are my mom’s and some of them are my uncle’s. I have no fuckin clue who is who. Or who
we can trust ZZ. My cousin sounded a little fishy, and I don’t think I can trust him anymore.”

“You can’t open the club tonight, darlin.”

“I know.”

“See that kid over there with Piper and Storm?” I nod to our booth.

“Yeah?” She says looking over my shoulder.

“He’s my son.”

“What? You’re shitting me, right? Like this is some fucked up way of making a laugh outta the

shit we’re in?” Her mouth drops open when she takes a look at my serious face. “Well… I think
Sniper might snap if you don’t send him towards another skirt to chase.”

“Right?” I laugh.

It’s only a matter of time before Sniper and Piper realize this shit. They’re like fuckin best

friends or some shit. Completely unaware of their attraction towards one another. It’s actually fuckin
hilarious.

“So… the Russians?” She’s nervous, and she’s never fucking nervous.

“Call your husband; tell his ass to hurry the fuck back. We need him here. I’ll handle the

brothers. I’ll go talk with them now.”

I start to walk away when I remember something. “Where’s Ma?”

“Uh…”

FUCK!

“What now?” It can’t be bad, right? Too much fuckin shit goin on for more bad.

“James is cookin her dinner…”

Well that’s fuckin sweet.

“Awesome.” And I mean it. Ma doesn’t need to be sad for the rest of her life. And James will

keep her busy. She loves takin care of men.

“Wait, you’re not mad?” Winter laughs.

“No, why the fuck would I be mad?”

She cocks her hand on her hip like she always does when she’s losing her patience with us, and

I find it extra fuckin hilarious.

“Because she’s your ma…?”

I roll my eyes and walk away. “She deserves to be fuckin happy,” I toss over my shoulder.

I place my hand on Storm’s shoulder, grabbing her attention from my son and Piper.

“I gotta go babe. Can you call Tatiana and introduce them two? I know it’s fucked up and I

should be here, but we got word about the cockroaches in town.”

I hope she gets it because I don’t wanna say too much in front of Mace. Not yet.

“I can do that for you.” She smiles up at me. Fuck… wish those lips were wrapped around my

cock again. Dammit, stay focused.

“Yeah?” I kneel down to the edge of the booth.

“Anything for you.”

That shit does stuff to me. A woman who will do anything for me. Yeah, that fuckin tugs on

somethin, what that somethin is, I don’t know yet.

“Keep them two apart, yeah?” I motion with my fingers at Mace and Piper. I don’t need Sniper

getting jealous and shit. The motherfucker is scary with a gun, and I don’t need him pointin one at my
son.

"Uh…," she says flicking her eyes.

I groan, and looking over my shoulder, I see Sniper coming our way. When the fuck did he get

here?

“Piper,” he growls as soon as he walks up. “Who’s your friend?”

Fuckin Christ! “He’s my son, brother.”

“Shit. Really?”

No. I just like makin up shit.

“Yes. I was about to come find your ass. Winter just gave me some shit to chew on with you

brothers. ”

I grab Strom by the hair and drag her down, sticking my tongue in her ear. Her body shudders,

goose bumps rising on her arms. Yeah, baby. “Tonight… my cock in your mouth.”

She moans low. “Tonight… you’re fuckin my mouth.”

Now I shudder. God dammit. How the fuck am I supposed to leave with those words replayin

in my mind? Her fingers grip my cut as they turn into the letter L. I ain’t stupid. I know she’s tellin me
she loves me. I just refuse to say it back until I fuckin feel it.

“Bye Mason,” she whispers just low enough no one else can here. Oh, fuck being polite and

careful. I turn her head and thrust my tongue into her mouth. She tastes so fucking good. She does this
thing where she runs her tongue along mine, and it gets me so damn hard. Every. Single. Time. I pull
back with her bottom lip in between my teeth, before letting it go and kissing her lips one more time. I
want more fuckin time with her. Right fucking now!

“Bye darlin,” I groan.

I groan because my cock is pressing against my jeans, throbbing to death. Yeah, throbbing,

aching, wanting. So many damn words for how my poor cock feels right now.

I point my finger at my son after letting my shades fall back across my eyes. “Stay with Storm.”

“Sure…”

What the fuck. He’s ballsy. Just. Like. I. Was and Am.

“Piper, be fuckin careful,” Sniper growls.

Oh for fucks sake.

“Go away Sniper,” she growls back.

“C’mon brother. We got shit to take care of.” I smack him on the back.

“I just fuckin worry about her,” He grits through his teeth.

“Yeah, yeah. I know.”

It’s no secret that Sniper is all about finding love. He’s the only one in the MC not fuckin scared

to admit it, and I think my brother might just be falling…

***

Chapter 24

Sniper, Pyro, and I are sitting in the VIP lounge going over this Russian bullshit. It’s so fucked

up. I’m not one to admit when I’m all confused. But shit, I’m confused.

“We have two sets of fuckin Russians runnin around our town. One set belonging to Winter’s

mother, and the other to her uncle. We have no way of actually knowing who the fuck is who until
Winter’s mom gets into town,” I say as I toss back my whiskey. “And where the fuck is our Prez?”

We can handle this shit, but Braxxon is the key to holding this fucking MC together. He knows

how to keep his cool while doing it too.

“He’s on his way back,” Pyro murmurs while rolling his joint.

“So what’s with this Travis shit? The Russians hired him to fuck Tatiana or somethin? Still not

understandin that,” Sniper pipes in.

Welcome to the fuckin club.

“That’s what fucktard said. Before we killed his ass. It makes sense. Tatiana is good at evading

us when on lockdown. Maybe he just hasn’t had the opportunity?” I reply thanking fuck that my
daughter is just that fuckin smart.

“Still doesn’t make any goddamn sense as to why it’s been quiet with him.”

And I have to agree with Sniper. It makes no sense, and that’s got my fuckin palms sweatin. If it

weren’t my daughter, I can guarantee my palms wouldn’t be sweatin.

“This is what we’re gonna do to keep the fam safe. Club Sated closed until further fuckin

notice. Lockdown in the compound. No one, but brothers leave the compound,” Pyro speaks up. He’s
acting prez so we’ll do what he says. Just one problem. You ain’t getting Winter, and the rest of the
women to agree to that shit. What makes lockdown bearable for them is being able to move in
between the two locations.

“Not gonna work,” I laugh.

“Why the fuck not?” Pyro growls at me.

“Winter and the girls ain’t gonna let that slide. She’ll close down the club, but she ain’t gonna

be confined, and you fuckin know it.”

It’s just the damn truth.

“Where the fuck is our Prez?” he growls. Braxxon is the only one that can order Winter around.

“So we close the club and pretend to let the ladies move back and forth. Ya know, act like we

trust them with this shit. That crazy reverse shit that people do. Let’s do that.”

Pyro contemplates it for a minute, running it through his brain. “That’ll work.”

We end our conversation, start tossing back shots, and smoking our joints. We haven’t had a

fuckin party in ages at the club, and I know we’re all fuckin aching to get so blistering fucked up we
can’t remember the last 24 hours. We’re in the middle of shooting the shit when I hear my daughter’s
voice loud and clear through the club.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE A FUCKIN BROTHER?”

I groan. Dammit!

“Yeah, we forgot to talk about that.” Pyro chuckles.

“Shut the fuck up,” I growl and stand up, popping my knuckles and neck. “Winter got any junk

food in the kitchen?”

They both look at me like I’m crazy. “How the fuck would we know?” Sniper says.

I roll my eyes and jog towards the Club kitchen. She’s gotta have some kind of cookies in here.

I rifle around the cabinets and spot some sugar cookies. Okay, they’re not chocolate chip, but my baby
will understand.

I jog back over to where I left Storm and Mace. I tap Tatiana on the shoulder and she flies

around. I hold out the cookies, and she jerks them from me. “Dad… what’s going on?”

I flinch. Fuck do I flinch. She sounds hurt. I fuckin hate that.

“Sit down baby.” I motion towards the booth.

I go on to tell her about how her mother didn’t tell me I had a son, or that she had a twin

brother, and tears roll down her face. She’s so fuckin hurt. I fuckin hate when my baby is hurting. And
I can’t stop this hurt because I didn’t fuckin cause it. All I can do is make it easier on her.

“I fucking hate her dad; I fucking hate her so bad.”

I blow out a breath, thanking fuck she’s not mad at me. It’s one thing for a parent to be let down

by a child, but for a child to be let down by the parent, not fuckin cool. Never wanna let down my kid.
Shit. I mean kids.

Which reminds me.

“Tatiana, need to tell ya somethin baby girl.”

The cookie she was about to eat pauses midway to her mouth.

“Storm was pregnant, but she lost our baby in the car accident.”

Strom squeezes my leg underneath the table booth and a small gasp escapes her lips. I don’t

think she was expecting me to tell anyone else.

“Storm…,” Tatiana cries like she doesn’t believe me.

“It’s true.” She replies.

“This is a fucked up world.”

And that’s it. Tatiana doesn’t say sorry because she knows it’s not what Storm wants to hear

right now. Another reason why my dumbass is finally trying. My daughter loves Storm.

“So Mace… is your name Mace or is it short for Mason?” Tatiana looks at her brother.

“It’s short for Mason.” He answers her.

Damn. I seriously hate that Mira.

“Me and you. We’ll be good as long as you agree that our birth mother is a cunt.”

I choke on my laughter. Leave it to Tatiana to leave an ultimatum.

“Well, we good then.”

I shake my head. This is fuckin nuts. I have twin kids. Yeah, fuckin nuts.

“Awesome and oh… don’t be hitting on Storm. She’s gonna be our step-mommy soon.”

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

Storm starts choking on her drink. I start patting her on the back because I feel the same fuckin

way about that sentence.

“Seriously? She’s almost our age.” Mace laughs.

“Tatiana, baby girl, you’re getting ahead of yourself here.”

God damn if Storm isn’t red in the face.

“Babe, your dad and I are dating, and you’re grown, so I’m just gonna say it how it is. We’re

fucking. Right now, that’s all this is.” Storm gestures between us.

That pisses me off. We’re fuckin, and that’s all this is? Why the hell does that make me mad? I

repeat her words over and over again in my head. Trying to make sense of them. We’re fucking. Right
now that’s all this is. What the fuck? I don’t like that shit. It’s weighing on my mind something heavy.
Goddammit! I said I would try. I would try at a relationship. Doesn’t that mean more than fucking? I
don’t understand.

I excuse myself to look for Piper who’s no longer at our table. She’ll tell me what this means.

She’s all wise and shit. I locate her doing a crossword puzzle at the bar. I take a seat on the barstool
and rip the puzzle outta her grasp.

“What the fuck ZZ!”

I toss the puzzle down the bar. I need her focus. Like right now. “Storm just said we’re

fucking.” And I do that quotation thing with my hands. “Right now, that’s all this is. What the fuck
does that mean?”

Piper’s a smart girl. She reaches for a bottle of whiskey, pours me a shot, and slides it to me,

setting the bottle on the bar top.

“It means you’re both just fucking. She means you both are just fuckin one another, no one else.”

I still don’t get it. Am I fuckin stupid here?

“Still lost, Piper.” I guzzle down my shot.

She sighs. “Look ZZ. She’s scared to fuckin death if she gets too clingy, you’re gonna run the

other way.”

I still don’t get it. I said I would try. Like with the whole relationship bullshit. Right on cue, I

feel a small hand on my shoulder and Storm is at my side. I watch as Piper walks away, leaving us
alone.

“Hey… you okay?”

How to answer that?

“No.”

Yeah, that does it.

“Did I do something?” Her voice comes out hurt.

“We’re just fuckin. Right now, that’s all this is,” I mimic her words with a growl while I pour

myself another shot.

“Mason,” she whispers. “We are just fucking one another right now. I don’t want to push you

into something you don’t wanna be in.”

That’s just the thing. I said I’d fuckin try. Fuckin try means more than just fucking.

“I said I would try.” I growl, throwing back another shot.

“Yeah, I get that,” she says still confused.

“Goddammit Storm, fucking try means more than just fuckin. Fucking trying means involving

feelings and shit. When you’re just fuckin, you don’t involve any feelings. So what is it that you want?
Huh? Because here I am trying to feel for a woman who is just fucking me.”

Oh, that makes me feel better. Who knew?

“Oh,” She whispers again.

Oh? Fucking ‘oh’? That’s all I get?

“Mason…” She tries to get my attention, and I don’t look at her. I can’t. I’m fuckin mad. Her

hand goes to my chest, and her fingers make an L. I close my eyes and reopen them as I finally turn
towards her. I grab her wrist.

“Say it.” I growl. I’m tired of this shit.

“Say what?”

Patience. Be patient ZZ.

“Stop with the L shit on my chest and just say it.”

She looks a little hurt until she figures out I just really wanna hear the words.

“I love you?” she says it in a questionable manner. Fuck, we get nowhere.

“Like you mean it.”

She pulls her hand back, mad. “I do fucking mean it.”

I don’t believe her, and I turn back towards the bar. She just wants to fuck me. All this shit

about wanting me and shit. Fuckin women. And this is why I don’t like to feel. She sighs and walks
away. At first, I think she’s leaving until she comes around the bar and climbs up. She scoots the
bottle away and climbs into my lap. She lifts my face with her small hands, and she has tears in her
eyes.

“Mason Allen Dillan. I do love you. I do. I just don’t wanna scare you away. Okay? I want you

to move at your own pace. I’m here. I already love you. The problem is I don’t want you to think you
feel something for me just because I love you.”

And we get somewhere. Fucking finally. I drop my head in between her tits and grip her waist,

and I feel like I can breathe again.

“Are we good?” She whispers, trailing her fingers through my hair. It feels so fucking good, so

I just nod letting her continue. “Now as much as I love having your face in between my boobs… it’s
killing my bruises baby.” She laughs and I quickly pull away, pissed at myself.

“Fuck. I keep forgetting, sorry,” I grumble.

“With my face battered up and my skin blue and purple… you keep forgetting.” She laughs.

I guess it really doesn’t bother me. So I just shrug and say, “I can’t wait to fuck you again.”

“There’s my ZZ.” She smiles, and I growl. “There’s my Mason.” She corrects herself.

“Say it.”

I wanna hear it again. So fuckin sue me.

“I love you.” She grins; she looks so fuckin happy.

I’m about to say something when Winter shrieks, “BRAXXON!” It echoes through the entire

club.

“Looks like your prez is home.” Storm smiles at me.

Chapter 25

Braxxon makes us all report to the clubhouse and him and Winter stay behind to lock up the

club. Which is just code for ‘I’m gonna fuck my wife, and you bitches are just gonna wait on me’.

We’re all at the compound in the old clubhouse. The women call it the madhouse. Whatever the

fuck that means. Storm’s sitting in my lap and I’m rubbing her like no tomorrow. I just wanna get
naked and play with her. Dammit. How long does it take to heal? And like she can read my mind, she
answers me.

“A few weeks Mason,” she giggles. “We can do other things until then.”

Shit. I’m about to drag her away when Braxxon and Winter come walking in. Just my fucking

luck.

“Go talk with your Prez. I’ll be waiting naked in my room.” She laughs.

Great. Now instead of focusing, I’m gonna be a walking commercial for Viagra. Storm being

my Viagra.

She must see me hesitating because she lifts off of my lap and stands. “Go.” She points with a

smile. I get up and lightly smack her ass, and then walk away. I can’t touch her. If I even so much as
kiss her, I wouldn’t be able to head into Chapel.

I go to my side of the table and take a seat. When Braxxon finally enters, Rap wheels over with

his wheelchair and shuts the doors.

“Rap, need to get ya a woman to wheel around with on your lap. Man, that shit looks like it

sucks.” Braxxon says with a chuckle, sitting down and smacking the gavel.

“Laugh it up,” Rap mumbles.

“First things first. Who the fuck is that mini ZZ look-alike out there?”

Of course, that’s his first fuckin question. “That’s my son.”

Braxxon studies me for a beat. “Gathered that. How the fuck?”

I shrug. “Got Mira knocked up with twins. Bitch didn’t tell me.”

That’s all he needs, and I’m right, because he understands Mira’s a cunt.

“Blood test. If he’s hangin around my club and you want him into this shit. Blood test, brother.”

Do I want my son around this? I already have one kid involved. And I do. I do want him to be a

part of the club. Will he want to be after this shit’s over? I dunno. But I wanna give the dude some
options.

I nod my understanding.

“Russians. Two sets of them? What the fuck. Someone start explaining shit right now.”

I listen to Pyro informing Braxxon of all our complications. It takes a good twenty minutes, and

when he’s finally finished, Braxxon throws his back against his chair and groans.

“So how you been keeping them at bay?”

Good fucking question. We haven’t. He must see it written all over our faces because he

scowls.

“Seriously? The car accident was the only fucking thing?”

We all nod.

“I don’t like it. It’s too fuckin quiet. And Winter’s uncle is behind Travis taken a likin to our

Tatiana?”

Again, we all nod.

“Yeah, it’s too fuckin quiet. Somethin is about to go down. So what’s with the Club Sated

lockdown?”

We all listen to Pyro explain our reasoning for that. He also explains that we haven’t told

Winter yet.

“Yeah, I’ll tell her. She’s less likely to rip my balls off.”

He doesn’t say what happened in Vegas. And the saying ‘what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas’

is true while he avoids it at all costs.

“Uh, Winter bought a building for a spa.” I speak up. Everyone turns to me, and I shrug. It’s like

pillow talk. Storm told me about it while we were lying in bed.

Look at me using shit like pillow talk. I’ll be damned; I’m a taken man.

“ANGEL,” Braxxon roars.

The doors fling open and Braxxon motions with his hands to shut them behind her. She rolls her

eyes and does what he wordlessly asks.

“When were you gonna tell me you bought another fuckin building?”

Her eyes grow and she scowls before hollering, “STORM!”

What the fuck is this?

Storm comes knocking on the doors. Winter opens them and slams them behind her.

I point to Storm. “You’re supposed to be naked.”

It’s true she is.

“I was about to head that way. Why did I get hollered for? I haven’t done anything.”

Winter turns on Storm. “You can’t be pillow talkin with him about shit we talk about until I talk

to Braxxon.”

I was right. It’s called pillow talkin. I’m understanding this relationship shit after all.

“Wait. What?” Braxxon laughs. “When did this come about full affect?”

I groan and ignore him.

“Like I knew it was a big fuckin secret. Jesus, you need to get laid.” Storm huffs, opening one of

the doors and letting it slam behind her.

“God, I love her,” Winter laughs. “Look I was gonna tell you about it. But every time I talked to

you, it was short.”

I watch the guilty look spread across Braxxon’s face.

“I have a question.”

We all turn to Pyro. “When did this fuckin chapel become a tell all?”

That’s a good question actually.

“Since I got fuckin married and we all started taken on ol ladies, brother. Got a problem with

that?”

No one says a fuckin word. Braxxon’s tone is our queue to stay fuckin silent.

“Speakin of ol’ ladies. Big fuckin elephant in the room, ZZ.” Braxxon raises his eyebrows at

me.

Oh no. Oh, fuck no.

Am I ready for that? I don’t know. I don’t fuckin know. Shit!

“Winter… GO!” Braxxon growls. He just called her Winter and not Angel, and she doesn’t

miss a beat; she flies the fuck outta here.

When the doors shut, Braxxon’s palms smack against the table, and he stands.

“I’m gonna let you have a little longer to decide. But I’m gonna tell you how it is brother. I’m

protecting her right now. Me! My fucking club. She’s like a sister to my Angel, and that is the only
reason she’s even on my fuckin family list. So, while you contemplate what the fuck she is to you, just
remember I’m the one taking fuckin care of her. My club, my men. Have that weigh on your
conscience while you’re too pussy of a man to fuckin own up to it.”

Ouch. That fuckin hurt coming from my best friend. I nod. I’m fuckin speechless right now. Him

taking care of my fuckin woman! I don’t fuckin think so. But I get what he’s saying. It’s his
connections, his club, and his brothers protecting her and taking care of. When and if I call Breakneck
on her, it will be the other way around. I’ll be able to say it’s my brothers and connections protecting
her and taking care of her. To others, it might not make sense. But it’s just the way of our world.

He’s about to say something else when Winter comes barging back in. “I think my mother’s

here.”

***

Chapter 26

Storm

I’m taking a few shots even though I know I shouldn’t because of my meds, but ZZ wants me

naked when he’s done. Winter comes back out and wraps her arms around my neck, and whispers she
loves me. I love the bitch too. Her eyes fly towards the monitor and she gasps. I look up to see what it
is, and she lets her hold on me go.

“I think that’s my mother.”

She takes off running back to the chapel, and I down another shot. Shit’s about to get real.

Everyone starts flocking outta the chapel and Winter pulls me up. She starts walking out

towards the hall and ZZ rips me outta her hold.

“I don’t fuckin think so. She ain’t goin out there with you,” he growls.

How fuckin dare him. My friend needs me. I jerk outta his hold. “She needs me, and I’m fuckin

goin. You know how you said there was shit we might need to talk about? Well, this is one of them.
You ain’t gonna fuckin control me.”

He steps back. Like I just wounded him and I don’t care. I will never be controlled by a man.

No matter if he’s got a pierced cock and that I love him. No fucking way.

Braxxon slaps him on the shoulder and clasps down tightly. “Welcome to my world.”

I turn back around and follow everyone out. The entire time, Mason is growling behind me. We

get to the gate, and Braxxon calls out. “State your fuckin purpose.”

Without missing a beat, the woman with the entourage calls out in a Russian accent. “My

daughter is my purpose.”

Winter gasps. “I knew it.”

Braxxon nods his head, and allows Pyro and Sniper to open the gate. We all back up and let her

mother walk in followed by two black sedans. Three things are very clear when she walks in. The
first, she’s no doubt Winter’s mother. She’s the other replica of her. Straight up beautiful. Second, she
commands a very fierce persona. Third, I think the guys just fell in love.

“Holy fuck!”

Yep, they fell in love.

As the gates shut behind their entrance, Winter and her mother just stare at one another. It’s

noticeable Winter has no idea how to act and the same goes for her mother. The entire parking lot is
cricket quiet.

Hello Winter,” her mother greets in her accent. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Liana”

Winter loses it. She starts bawling her eyes out. “Hi,” she squeaks. “This is my husband.”

Winter quickly clings onto Braxxon.

Braxxon sticks out his hand. “Welcome Liana. I would say it’s nice to meet you…,” he trails

off.

Liana laughs, and it’s a beautiful sound that I’m very jealous of.

“Yes, these certain circumstances were not how I planned to meet my youngest daughter for the first
time since she were a baby.”

I’m lost, and apparently, I’m not the only one.

“Angel, did ya forget to tell me something?” Braxxon questions her.

“Uh, ya, again you were being short.”

Winter and Braxxon lead them into the new clubhouse, and I suspect it’s because it’s cleaner

and new. If Winter’s mother seen what the old clubhouse looked like, she’d probably be disgraced.
Things are severely tense to the point it’s making my bones ache. Or it’s from the lack of resting like I
was ordered to do by the hospital. I excuse myself and go lay down without even telling Mason. He
needs to be down here. I’m worried if I tell him I’m not feeling well, he’ll just follow me up.

***

Storm tries to sneak off, thinkin she’s being fuckin slick and she’s not. I can see the tiredness in

her eyes and in her movements. This night needs to hurry and fuckin end so I can climb into bed with
her.

Winter tells Tatiana to take Mace to one of the guestrooms, and surprisingly Tatiana doesn’t

fight her on it. I watch as James hugs my clueless mother and whispers something in her ear. She
looks over at me, and I nod. No doubt, James told her she needs to go to bed. I look around for Bom
Bom and Creamy and don’t see them. Either they’re already in bed, or they scrammed before I even
saw them. Braxxon puts the prospects on watch duty, and they take off. I just sit here twiddling my
fucking thumbs because I have nothing to do but listen. Usually when I’m bored I can hunt down
Piper, and she can make me laugh. But even she can’t be here right now.

“These men claiming to be my Russians are not mine. I can assure you they are not. The men

who are with me tonight,” she gestures around the room, “are my men.” Her voice is fucking fantastic,
and if I didn’t have a hot little woman upstairs, I might try to fuck Winter’s mom.

Liana thinks for a moment. “The men claiming they are mine. They’ve caused my daughter an

extreme amount of worry. How you deal with them must be quiet. As you can see, I am not at all…”
She pauses, tosses her hair over her shoulders, and crosses her legs to sit back. Jesus, she’s really
fuckin hot. I adjust myself, praying I don’t get hard. I don’t wanna explain that shit to anyone. Just
when I finish, I get a smack upside the head. I turn to find Pyro glaring at me, shaking his head in a no
manner.

“I fucking know,” I growl. I wouldn’t do that to Storm. But before Storm, that’s a whole other

ball game.

“Let’s just say I don’t need to hear about it, no?” Her mother finishes.

“I’m good with quiet.” Braxxon nods.

Liana snaps her fingers and one of her men hands her a folder. “Now… on to discuss your

sister. I’m guessing this was news to you?” She asks Winter.

“Yes.”

Liana smiles at her and opens the folder. “Your sister is a few years older than you. She’s

twenty-five. The reason she was never left with your father was because she was the oldest. You’re
of Danish royalty, my dear daughter. You are only half Russian.”

I feel like at any moment, her mother is gonna murder our asses and take her daughter away.

This is not a calm fuckin feeling.

“I don’t understand.” Winter says quietly.

“Your sister Sabine is in Denmark. On a trip to Russia, I met and fell in love with your father.

Needless to say, I did not know he was an evil man. He forced me to come to the states when I was
pregnant with Sabine. Her being the first-born needed to be named in our Danish hierarchy; it is the
way of my people. He had no choice. But when you were born, he would not let me take you. He said
one or the other. I know this may seem bad my child, but I had to get out. He treated you like the
world. I made sure there were people watching you at all times. If I had stayed, we might not be
having this meeting right now. I would most likely be dead. Murdered by my own husband. The
reason behind your uncle’s hits is that I was still in fact married to your now deceased father. His
money is mine, yours and Sabine’s. Your uncle is not thrilled with this as you can see. I’m done with
this Russian accent . You know it’s me, yes?”

Winter is sitting stunned with the rest of us, and her mother quickly changes to another accent. I

feel like my head’s spinning.

“Good my darling,” she pats Winter on the knee and her now accent is even hotter.

Shit balls.

“In this folder you will find contact information for your sister. You may contact her. She will

be expecting it. The rest of your inheritance is also in that folder. There are directions on how you
may come to receive it. I suspect you won’t be going back to Denmark with me after we clear this
mess?”

Oh, shit!

Winter gulps with the rest of the room and you can see the stiffness in Braxxon’s back.

“No, no. My life is here. I would like to visit, if I’m allowed, on occasion?” She answers back.

“Of course, anytime you may wish. Your father was excellent at keeping his illegal businesses

quiet. Which for my marriage and my head at Denmark was a very good thing. I expect you have no
qualms about me splitting his estates with your sister as well? I plan to sell all the legal properties,
and such; only cash will be left.”

Winter doesn’t hesitate. “She can have it all. I don’t want his money.”

Liana chuckles. “Yes, you do dear; it’s quite a lot.”

Again, Winter doesn’t hesitate. “I have plenty from my first inheritance that you left me and now

this,” she shakes the folder, “is plenty.”

Her mother shakes her head in agreement that it’s plenty of money, but she’s not happy. “My

dear, it’s your money as well. Consider it as a ‘fuck you’ payment to your uncle. He will not be at all
happy about losing this amount of money.”

Everyone starts laughing.

“What, did I not use the correct terminology? Is fuck you not right?”

We all laugh some more and Liana laughs with us.

“Now for the heavy stuff. My dear daughter, I hate to say this. But if this is the life you

choose… oh, this pains me to say. I will not be able to claim you as mine in the public eye.” Her
mother’s voice breaks.

The entire room grows quiet, and Winter sniffles. “I understand.”

And it is understandable. Look at the life we fuckin live. Royalty can’t be tied to us at all.

“This cousin of yours, he must belong to your father and uncle. He is not to be trusted. I have no

Russian men you’ve spoke of here. In fact, I have no Russians on my side at all. I’ve been in Denmark
this entire time. With only hired help watching over you. Like bodyguards, I guess you would call
them, well until you ran away. It took them until two months ago to relocate you. The only way your
cousin could have possibly known was if your uncle told him about my call. Your uncle is the only
one I spoke with. I would have handled these matters overseas, but it’s a lot of paperwork, and I
wanted to meet you. I would say your uncle is running scared, and this is reasoning behind his hit.
This is why I travel with all these men. It’s not safe for me to be in the states, but I am handling this
matter of my deceased husband’s estates so I may put it behind me.”

Braxxon opens his hand palm up, and Winter doesn’t hesitate to dig out her prepay. He doesn’t

yell; he doesn’t speak. He just calmly takes the phone and hands it to Sniper, who then takes off to
dispose of it.

“I trust you will take care of my daughter?” Liana looks to Braxxon. “And that you will let her

visit?”

You can hear the sound of Braxxon’s teeth gritting together about the idea of Winter leaving the

states.

“I will take care of her, and she can visit.” He grits out.

At first, I think he’s offended her mother, until she starts laughing. “I wouldn’t keep her longer

than a few weeks at a time.”

Oh that’s not gonna help.

“Now I know my visit is short Winter. But I must get back east, sign the documents the lawyers

need me to sign, and I need to get the hell out of…,” she pauses and Winter finishes for her.

“Dodge?”

Her mother smiles. “Yes. It’s not safe here. I would take you with me if I knew I had that

option. But I don’t. I really don’t, do I?”

Again, Braxxon growls.

“No, I’m married. My family is here,” she answers her mom.

“I understand. May I give you a hug?”

She doesn’t even answer; she just stands when her mother does and embraces her. When they

release, they both are in tears, and it kinda tugs at all our hearts because shit this is sad. You only
gotta be human to understand it.

“All my contact information is in that folder. All my private lines and emails. That’s all you

need to get a hold of me. Even my address is in there.”

They take off walking, and I’m sitting stunned. I thought we were meeting more Russian royalty.

We thought Winter was of Russian royalty. How wrong were we? She is just a Russian mafia
princess, and she has Denmark royalty blood lingering in her veins. That’s some fucked up shit. She’s
giving up a lot up to stay here with us and I now respect her even more.

“Brother,” Pyro says beside me.

“Yeah, I know. Seeing Winter in a whole new fuckin light man.”

***

Chapter 27

Braxxon sends Winter off after her mother leaves, and we’re all back in the chapel trying to

figure out this fucking Russian mess. It’s a clusterfuck. We have no idea what’s going on and why
Winter’s cousin was trying to trick her into thinking her mother sent Russian’s here to help.

“Not understandin this shit, brother,” Pyro rubs at his temples and I feel like doing the same.

“The only shit that I can think of is that maybe the second set was possibly for Winter’s mom.

They haven’t bothered us. So that’s my fuckin guess,” Braxxon says lighting up a smoke.

“So we fuckin kill them all. Fuck it. Let’s just get rid of them all. I’m tired. I want my fuckin

freedom back.” Smokey snarls.

I get it. The clubhouse has been quiet. No muffler bunnies hanging around and shit. But

Smokey’s translation is… he just wants to be able to fuck and do drugs in peace.

We hear a loud thud, and then Storm screaming my name repeatedly.

“MASON!” It’s blood-curdling screams, and she used my real name. We take off running outta

the building to the parking lot. Winter, Storm, Bom Bom, Ma, Creamy, and Mace are all huddled
around something. I push them outta the way. There sits my daughter all bruised up. I turn to Mace. “I
THOUGHT SHE WAS FUCKING WITH YOU!”

“She took me to my room. That was it, and then she was just gone. How the fuck was I

supposed to know she was leaving?” He throws his hands up before dropping beside me as I fall to
the cement.

“HOW THE FUCK DID SHE GET OFF THE COMPOUND WITHOUT ANYONE FUCKING

SEEING HER?”

I’m so pissed off I can’t see straight.

“Dad,” she croaks. “I snuck off.”

Calming breaths Mason, calm fuckin breaths.

“No shit baby girl. Who the fuck did this to you?”

Shadow drops down beside me and Mace and tilts Tatiana’s chin up, forcing her to look at him.

“His name now, T. Don’t fuckin lie to me, I swear to fuckin god, don’t you dare lie to me.”

She shakes her head no. “He got carried away. I asked for it, and you know I did.”

Oh, mother of fucking hell. No, she didn’t.

“You’ve been going to the club.” It’s not a fuckin question; it’s a fucking statement.

“T… name now!”

Shadow looks just as pissed as I am. I bet the motherfucker is blaming himself and that shit ain’t

right. My daughter is a stubborn little shit. She starts rubbing at her neck, and Shadow pushes her
hands away.

“You practiced breath play,” he whispers. Shadow actually sounds hurt until he moves her hair

away more. “I’m gonna fuckin kill him. Name now, T. Done playin these games with you.”

I look at the spot he just moved my daughter’s hair from and I see fuckin red.

“Are you a fuckin masochist?” I all but yell at my fuckin idiot daughter.

“I dunno.” She replies shakily.

“YOU DON’T FUCKIN KNOW!” Shadow roars. “YOU DON’T PLAY IF YOU DON’T

FUCKIN KNOW!”

He takes a calming breath like I keep doing. “Name. If you don’t give me a name, all I gotta do

is ask around. But the more I have to search, the angrier I’m gonna be when I find this fucker!”

Tatiana stands up, shaking. Yeah, I bet you’re shaking baby girl. You’ve just were strangled

because you didn’t know what the fuck you were doing.

I pull Shadow aside, away from ears. “Get rid of him, brother. He should’ve known better. He

should’ve known my daughter hasn’t the first fuckin clue about this shit. I don’t know how your shit
works there, but I want it dealt with. Do it right, because I swear to god, if you don’t, I might just take
my anger out on you, brother or not.”

Shadow eyes me carefully. “It doesn’t work that way. He knew. He just seen a pretty girl and

thought he could deal with her stupidity without fuckin repercussions. I’ll fuckin handle it.”

Any other time, I might beat him to the cement for saying my daughter is practically stupid. But

right now, she’s fucking stupid for getting involved in shit she knows nothing about.

“Let the Prez know you’re headed out. Make sure he’s okay with it. I don’t have a clue as to

why the fuck he wouldn’t.”

I walk over to my bruised up daughter and frown. “Ma, take her inside, put her ass to bed like

the child she’s acting like.” And I walk away.

***

Storm

I’m almost afraid to go inside the clubhouse. Mason is pissed. He has every right to be so too. I

can’t believe she pulled that shit. We have hits on our asses and she’s out playing kinky sex? I just
don’t get it.

I don’t see Mason at the bar, so I go back to his room. I hate fuckin being in this building, in this

hall. It’s not exactly woman friendly. I find him sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. He’s

practically shaking. I shut the door and walk over to him. He doesn’t look up, so I move his arms, sit
in his lap, and cradle him to me. It’s heartbreaking seeing him like this. It’s like he doesn’t know what
to do.

His arms wrap tightly around me, and I sigh and almost groan because I’m so bruised, but he

needs me, so I’m gonna buck up.

“I’m not gonna ask you if you’re okay because there’s no damn way you’re okay.”

He lets out a long breath and moves to look at me.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

It’s time to get his mind off of things. I reach up and lift my shirt over my head, tossing it onto

the floor. His questionable stare almost makes me giggle. “Just because you can’t fuck my pussy…,” I
trail off letting him figure it out on his own.

Sure enough, Mason is a smart guy. He figures it out and my bra is unsnapped and tossed aside

quickly. His mouth descends down on my right nipple, and I moan. It feels so good. But his patience
is already thin because he stands us up without removing his mouth and makes quick work of my
jeans. I shuffle out of them with a laugh while I start undoing his. He shrugs off his cut and barely lets
go of his grip while tearing off his t-shirt.

“I have no restraint, darlin. Need in you now.”

“I’m good with that,” I purr.

Mason breaks away from me and goes digging into his dresser drawer. After he finds what he

was looking for, he tosses them on the bed, grabs a pillow, and moves it towards the end of the bed. I
barely catch sight of all of this because I’m staring at his beautiful cock. I mean the man is pierced for
fucks sake. It’s sexy as hell.

“Bend over the bed, darlin. Push the pillow against your chest.”

Huh?

He chuckles at me, and my eyes snap to his. “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”

Yeah, no kidding. He gently bends me over, and pushes my knees against the end of the bed,

pushing the pillow up underneath me. I’m so damned turned on because he’s being gentle and my ass
is in the air. Something about a biker being gentle is wicked hot. Mason runs his palm from the back
of my neck all the way across the curves of my back and lightly swats my butt. His hot breath blows
up against my ass, and I shiver as his lips press lightly against my cheek. “Even your ass is pretty.” I
hear tearing, and then squirting. One of his big hands moves to my front, working my clit in a slow
tease. His tongue trails up the side of my neck dipping into my ear. “Deep breath.” Oh god. When he
hears me inhale, he pushes in quickly, and I gasp and exhale. He doesn’t move. He just sits there,
waiting for my body to adjust to him. I push back against him, urging him to move. “I’m gonna go
slow, baby.”

I can’t talk. I have a huge cock in my ass. Not to mention said cock is pierced up. His fingers

start moving a little more, making my pulse quicken as he slowly moves in and out of me. His hard,

hot chest pushing against my back, his other arm lands next to me on the bed and his pace starts
picking up. “I can’t do it, Storm. Baby, I gotta move faster,” he pants into my ear.

“Yeah, yeah.” It’s all I can mumble as my body begins to quake.

“You just… you just feel so fuckin… good.”

Please keep talking. Please!

“So tight, so warm.” He growls, slamming into me.

Yes!

“Faster,” I cry.

His mouth moves to my shoulder, and he begins to suck as he puts more pressure on my clit. It’s

the most sensual feeling I’ve ever experienced.

“I love you,” I moan.

As soon as the words leave my mouth, I want to take them back because his lips move away

from my shoulder. I almost cry until he turns my head and takes my mouth with his. Mason sucks on
my tongue as if he’s starved for it. His arm wraps around me, lifting us into a standing position. He
taps my thighs and I comply by standing on the bed. I moan into his mouth because of the angle we’re
in. One hand presses down on my cervix, and I shudder in his arms. My entire body convulses into a
state of unimaginable bliss.

“FUCK!” Mason roars as he pulls away from my mouth and releases himself deep inside of me.

I’m gasping for breath as we both lose our balance and fall onto the bed. “Jesus Christ babe.”

I gasp as he pulls himself out of me. “Yeah,” I laugh.

Mason gets up and walks to the bathroom only to return, and pick me up. “What are you doing?”

“Shower, sleep. That’s the plan. That good with you?” He chuckles, standing me up.

He reaches over and turns on the shower.

“I can’t get my hair wet. All my shit is over in my room.”

He chuckles. “Don’t get hair wet. Got it.”

Mason turns back to me. “Thank you.”

I tilt my head to study him. “For?”

He moves me into the shower and shuts the curtain. “For calming me down.”

I bite my lip while I fight a smile.

***

Chapter 28

I’m lacing up my boots and trying not wake Storm. She’s sleeping peacefully, and Braxxon’s

called a chapel meeting. I’m shocked because it’s fucking early. I lean over and move her hair out of
her face. She’s so damn beautiful, she sucks the breath outta my lungs. Even with her bruises healing,
she still looks like a goddess. Quietly, I let myself out and walk towards the chapel. I’m the last one
in, so I shut the doors, and as soon as I sit, and Braxxon’s slams the gavel down, I blurt, “Breakneck!”

The entire room erupts in fucking laughter.

“Fanfuckintastic. Now I can tell my wife not to take your balls. Oh and Mace is your spawn;

blood test results came back.”

I shake my head. Fucking bastard always leading with something funny first.

“Juan called and woke my ass up. Normally I’d kick his ass, but he had some interesting news.

Half the Gunners are on a charity run. Pyro, Sniper, ZZ, you’re with me. The rest of you are to stay
fuckin here. Don’t leave the fuckin compound. With the Russians up to something, we can’t afford for
shit to happen.”

I look over at Shadow. “Problem dealt with?”

“Yep.”

Good, vague. Vague is real good.

“Make sure she fuckin stays put today?”

I can’t be fuckin worrying about her leaving while we’re out.

“Done. I’ll tie her ass up if I have to.”

I’m good with that.

***

We pull up in the alley behind The Gunners MC and wait for Braxxon to direct us. There’s no

gate to their clubhouse. It’s just a building. It’ll make this shit ten times easier. I take the machete outta
my saddlebag after I cock my gun. Both hands are loaded and ready.

“Bom Bom just texted; she’s walking up to the door. Let’s go. I want her to be able to move the

fuck outta the way.”

We all nod and start walking alongside the wall. Braxxon peeks around the corner that leads us

right next to the door so when it opens, Bom Bom can move outta the way, and we can fuckin rush
their asses. It wasn’t hard finding one of their logo t-shirts. That’s what Bom Bom is wearing to get
in. She straight up looks like a Gunner groupie, and that’s the plan to get the door opened. She pops
her gum after knocking on the door. A few seconds go by before it swings open, and Bom Bom squirts

whoever opened the door with Mace and takes off running, and we rush in.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

Oh lookie, it’s Travis.

Sniper takes out the doorman with a single shot while I head for Travis. He tries drawing on

me, and I shot him in the arm. His gun collapses to the floor. Gunshots ring out all over the building.
But I don’t care. I’m on a fuckin mission, and this mission is to make this prick suffer for even setting
his eyeballs on my fuckin daughter.

“You wanted fuckin peace. You remember those fuckin words?” Braxxon laughs out.

I tuck my gun in my back pocket and grab the back of Travis’ neck. I slam his face into the pool

table beside us. I push my knee into his lower back and straighten his arms along the table. He’s
strong; I’ll give him that. He’s putting up a fight. But he’s no match for a father fuckin scorned. Once I
have his arms straightened, I lift up my machete and whack off his right arm at the elbow. He’s
screaming and thrashing about. It’s piercing my eardrums, and that just pisses me off more. I whack
the other one off while blood shoots out everywhere. “Fucked with the wrong daughter.” I laugh, and
even to my own ears, it’s malicious. “Bleed out motherfucker.” I lift my knee from his back, and let
him slide to the floor as he passes out from blood loss or shock. I don’t know which, and I don’t give
a fuck.

“Damn ZZ. Feel better?” Sniper chuckles. “They left five fuckin guys here and their Prez. How

fuckin stupid are they?”

That is pretty fucked up. The door pushes open, and Bom Bom walks in with the can of

gasoline, and hands it to Braxxon.

“Thanks darlin,” he winks.

“No problem, heading back now.”

Well that was rather easy.

“Sniper, Pyro, back door.” Braxxon orders.

They take off outta the building to watch the backdoor. Ten to one someone’s hiding in here

somewhere.

I watch as Braxxon drowns the furniture and floor with the gasoline. He puts the can under his

arm and digs out a match. I start walking towards the door and wait for him to light it. Braxxon throws
the match down, and the place goes up in flames as we walk out. We wait to see if anyone is gonna
run out, and after a few minutes, we walk around the building. When we round the corner, Pyro has
his foot on someone’s head.

“Got a straggler.”

Braxxon flicks his hand with the gas can in it, and Pyro puts a bullet into his head.

“Great day at the office, brothers.” Braxxon chuckles as we climb onto our ladies.

Fuck yeah it was. I’m covered in fuckin blood though, and I’m ready to take a fuckin shower. I

reach into my saddlebag, pull out my Breakneck coat, and throw it on over my bloodied cut. Can’t be
gettin stopped by the damn cops, that’d be fun explainin.

“Let’s go home.”

Those are the best fuckin words I’ve heard all damn morning.

***

When we pull into the compound, I see Storm at one of the picnic tables playing on her laptop. I

backup and throttle m’lady. I never take my eyes off of her as I make my way over to her. Whatever
she’s looking at has her so damn focused, she didn’t even look up when we pulled in. I don’t like that
shit. We’re on lockdown.

“Babe?” I question, and she still doesn’t look up when she greets me back.

“Hey, good ride?”

Well… Shit. How to answer that? Turns out, I don’t need to because my silence causes her to

look up. Her eyes immediately travel to the blood all over my gloves. She’s not shocked; she just
slowly shuts her laptop, picks it up, and motions for me to follow her. I’m a bit lost for words here.
What the fuck is she thinkin?

We make our way to her room, and she tosses her laptop onto her bed and flips on her bathroom

light. Okay, what the fuck is she doing? She’s bending down underneath the sink and comes back up
with a first aid box and what looks to be a bathroom trash bag. She starts ripping them apart and
laying them on the floor in a giant square. After she’s satisfied, she opens the first aid box, and I’m
about to tell her I’m not hurt, that it’s not my blood, but she pulls out a pair of rubber gloves and puts
them on.

She turns back to me, takes off my blood covered gloves, and tosses them onto the trash bags.

She proceeds to do this with my jacket, cut, and the rest of my clothes. By the time she’s done, I’m
standing in front of her completely naked. “Get in the shower Mason.”

Not gonna argue with the woman. I climb in, turn on the hot water, and lean against the shower

wall. Instead of looking at me, she’s rolling the trash bags over my clothes and picking them up. “I’m
guessing Berry knows what to do with this shit? I don’t know the first thing about cleanin blood outta
leather.”

I bite back my smile. “Yeah, Ma can do it.”

She curses. “I’m bringing up bleach, and you will use it.”

I’m not arguing with her because I wanna sleep in bed with her, and I have a feelin if I try and

fight her on this I’m gonna be sleepin in my own bed tonight. “Yes, ma’am.” I grin at her.

“Mason,” she snaps.

I don’t get to say anything else because she stomps off with my bloody murder clothes in her

arms.

Chapter 29

Storm

Two weeks later…

Everything has been going good between Mason and me. Things have also been quiet, and the

guys finally let us go back and forth between the compound and Club Sated. Winter is still raving
pissed about what happened to Tatiana, so she’s called Shadow down and wants me to sit with her. I
guess she’s trying to give me something to listen to… hell I don’t know. I’m just so horny and bored.
I’m about to blow this popsicle stand and hunt down Mason to have my way with him. It’s been over
two weeks, and the doctor said if the bleeding stopped, it was my call when I was ready again. He
said two to six weeks is the average healing time. Guess what? It’s been two weeks, and I want
Mason.

“Winter… c’mon already,” I whine.

She looks up from her paperwork and frowns. “What the hell is with you?”

I throw my head back on the couch, and she tosses her papers down and laughs at me.

“Not funny. Mason was gone with Mace when I woke up; he also went to bed after me last

night. I need to find Mason,” I growl. “And I’m finally not sore a.n.y.w.h.e.r.e.” I stress the word.

“Oh…”

Yeah, oh, dammit!

“Shadow, perfect timing. Storm’s restless today.” She grins, and I look over to see a very

confused Shadow. Always fuckin sneaking up on people.

“Winter, what’s goin on?”

Good choice of words dude. She says nothing, and when he sits down beside her, she hands

him the papers. He skims over them, looks up at her, and then looks back down to skim again.

“I see what you want to do… but what the fuck does that have to do with me?” He finally says.

“I want you to do the screening phase. You don’t have to manage the damn place. I have Storm

for that.”

Wait. What?

“Look Shadow. This shit wouldn’t have happened to Tatiana if that damn club paid attention to

its members. It’s no secret that I’m playing monopoly in this town. It was bound to happen eventually.
This just forces me to do it sooner. It’ll practically be your club. You’ll be the man who screens the
members. They don’t abide by the rules then you boot their asses out. You can help me make this club
the way it needs to be to steal clients from the other club. Worst case scenario, you have a new
playground.” She giggles at her own joke then throws her hands up. “I don’t know shit about that

world. I need you, plain and simple Shadow.”

More businesses? Another club?

“I’m in.” He drops the paperwork, stands, and walks off.

“Fuckin awesome!”

Glad she’s excited. “When were you gonna tell me I had another club I was gonna be managing

soon?”

She clucks for a moment. “Just now. Oh, don’t get your panties in a twist bitch. You know damn

well you’re gonna wanna stay busy.”

I hate that she’s right about that. I get way too damn bored. “What about finishing my degree?”

She shrugs. “You don’t need it to work for me. But if you want it for your own validation,

switch to online classes or something. Or continue going to your classes. I don’t care. You only go
two nights a week anyways.”

I’m not even in school right now because of all this shit.

“Angel… whatcha doin?”

Yay, he probably knows where Mason is.

“Braxxon, where’s ZZ?”

He looks at me, studying me. I hate when these fuckers do that. “He’s over at the old clubhouse

playing pool with Mace.”

I jump up. “See ya later, bitch,” I call over my shoulder.

“What’s with her?” I hear Braxxon ask.

“She’s horny.” Winter answers.

Yes. I. Am.

I make my way over to the old clubhouse, fling open the door, and walk down the hall. I’m also

on the shot now, so this is gonna be some awesome sex. I do a scan of the place, and it’s only Mason
and Mace playing pool. I see no one else. I whisper to Mace to get lost for a bit; he chuckles and
walks away. Mason has a ‘what the fuck’ face on until I climb onto the pool table, edging the balls
outta my path, my skirt rising with each movement. I didn’t wear any panties just for this. I wanted
him wherever I found him. His grip tightens around the cue stick, and I lick my lips. Fuck, I want him.

I reach up and grab his cut, jerking his lips to mine and the cue stick goes flying across the

room. I giggle against his lips as he growls. I love when he does that. It rumbles through my entire
body. “I need you,” I mumble against his lips, “in me now.”

He makes quick work freeing his cock as I sit on the edge of the table, wrapping my legs around

him. Mason throws me back so that I’m lying flat on the pool table. He settles himself in between my
legs and then lifts my shirt, bringing his lips down to suck on my exposed hip as he rams into me. As

he sucks on my hip, I feel the cool metal from the barbell in his mouth, pinching at my skin. It’s erotic,
and I find that I love all of his piercings even more. I start contracting around his cock, and he jerks
up quickly, hitting his head on the light above the pool table.

“FUCK!” He speeds up. “Again!”

I moan and keep tightening myself against him. His arms swoop under mine, and he lifts me off

the table and starts bouncing me hard against him as he stands up straight.

“Don’t fuckin stop, Mason!”

He groans, before flicking my nose stud with his tongue. “I’ve wanted to do that for so fuckin

long,” he grits out. “It fuckin beams at me.”

I want him to come so hard he can’t see straight, so I tighten against him even harder as I push

my fingers through his hair and yank.

“JESUS FUCK!”

Yes, yes, yes. The sound of his balls smacking against me echoes through our panting.

“HARDER,” I scream.

He moves backwards to the communal couch and lets me fall back as he quickly places my legs

on his shoulders and pushes my legs against his chest.

“Oh god!” I moan as each hard thrust hits my cervix and my belly begins to pull.

“That’s it baby; fuckin come all over my cock!” He growls, smacking my ass.

I scream as my orgasm hits, my toes, legs, arms, everything going numb. He roars and thrusts

harder into me as he releases his come into my pussy. I’m shaking as my body calms down, and he
continues to thrust until he starts going limp.

“That was fucking hot!”

Mason goes stiff, and I fling my head off the couch to see Pyro clapping his hands. I throw my

head back on the couch. “Go the fuck away,” I groan.

“I think I just might. I need to release myself after watching that.”

Mason’s body goes even stiffer, and I squeeze my pussy around his cock to gain his attention

again. “Let it go,” I whisper.

He nods and pulls himself out, and helps me sit up.

“Looks like you’re finally takin advantage of that time,” Pyro laughs.

What?

“I’m gonna fuckin kill you,” Mason growls, running after him while tucking himself away.

Well alrighty then.

***

I go looking for Mason when I spot Winter watching both Pyro and Mason wrestling like a

bunch of fucking kids. Mace stands on the sidelines laughing his ass off, and I just shake my head. He
really does look like his dad.

I plop down next to Winter and see that she’s clutching something white.

“Winter?” I question.

“I’m pregnant.” She smiles, titling the pregnancy test up at me.

I thought that maybe I might feel some sort of resentment because she’s pregnant now and I no

longer am, but all I am is happy for her and Braxxon.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Go tell him!”

She bites her lip. I guess you would say it’s one of our nervous tick things. Piper, me, and

Winter all do it.

“Yeah, you’re right. See ya.”

And just like that, she’s gone.

***

Chapter 30

Happy Breakneck News Never Lasts Long

Storm

Braxxon was so happy about Winter being pregnant that he decided on a family cookout the next

day for dinner. Everyone is laughing, joking around, and just having fun. Stress free and it feels good.
Mason’s in the middle of feeding me baked macaroni when Braxxon gets a call that he doesn’t look
thrilled at all about. He nods for the guys to follow him inside and Mason grumbles. “I’m sorry babe.
I’ll be back.” And he tosses the fork down on our plate. Well, that happiness was short lived as
always.

“It’s always something,” Winter complains, and I shrug. Can’t do nothing about it now. We’re

in too deep with these guys.

“Awe. Look at Berry and James, they look so cute together,” I croon because they honestly do.

“Yeah, she’s got more free time since the grandbabies are gone. Y’all never see those parents.

Those grandbabies belonged to James and Hammer’s daughters. They stay far away. The hit on us
was the last straw for them, and they came and scooped up their kids last night. Not that I blame
them.”

I always wondered about that but never questioned it. I didn’t feel like it was my place.

“You heard from your mom?” I ask her.

“Yeah, she signed the papers and got the hell outta the US.”

I would have too.

“It’s strange growing up thinking you’re Russian, and then find out your Russian and Danish.

My head couldn’t handle learning Danish too. Shit, just keeping up with Russian growing up was hard
enough.”

I laugh. She always has a bright side to things.

The guys come back out, all of them wearing scowls.

Mason walks over to me and kneels down. “I’m only telling you this because Braxxon said it

was okay,” he says in a hushed tone. “The Russians, the ones from the hit and the car accident and the
ones that came after… they all work for Winter’s uncle. Our contact has informed us that they’re all
blocking off all exits of the town. We’ve gotta deal with this babe. When I leave, I want you to go
upstairs and get your gun, take the safety off. Shadow and a few others are staying here, but keep your
gun on you. Please?”

I stare into his brown eyes and see them silently pleading with me as well. “I will.”

But I don’t want him to go. “Why can’t you stay here?”

I’m not trying to whine or beg. I just really want an answer.

“Because the best shooters have to go.”

I close my eyes; I knew he was gonna say that. I just knew it.

“Watch Tatiana, Ma, and Mace for me?”

My eyes fly open. “Of course I will!”

That almost hurt. Did he think I wouldn’t?

“Thank you.”

Motherfuck! Why does he have to go?

“I love you,” I say and then point. “Don’t get shot.”

He smirks. “I just got you to start fucking me on a daily basis. Why the hell would I wanna go

and get shot?”

Oh, the cocky fucker.

“Go before I hogtie your ass up and keep you here.”

Mason’s pierced tongue sticks out and runs along his bottom lip, and I take that as my cue to

lean in and kiss him.

I pull away and urge him to go and get this shit over with. I can’t stand it, but the sooner they’re

done, the sooner he gets back.

“This shit sucks.” Winter mumbles.

“No shit.” I say as I get up to go get my gun. I don’t ever break my promises to Mason.

There’s nothing to do but sit and wait.

***

I’m having a hard time focusing, knowing I left my daughter, ma, and my girl back at the

compound with limited brothers there to protect them. I feel like I’m in the middle of some fucked up
video game where you sit and pick son of a bitches off one by one. We’re literally moving from one
place to another, taking them out with our sniper rifles. I mean, most of the time they’re making it
fuckin easy on our asses. Take for instance a black sedan was sitting on the long desert road that leads
to the Gunner’s burnt down piece of shit club. Just sitting there, waiting for us. Sniper pulled us back.
We parked, paid a building owner a hundred bucks, climbed to the top, and took them out.

That’s the thing about visitors; they don’t have the place wired like we do. One look at who we

were, and the building owner didn’t hesitate. Braxxon just threw in the money for good standing.
When we’re riding around, Braxxon spots Winter’s spa building on fire, and we take off like a bat out

of hell towards it. We know they’re not there, but it still pisses us off. They’re trying to draw us out.

***

Storm

It’s been dark for about an hour when the gunshots start ringing out. I quickly grab Rap and start

wheeling him away while I drag a protesting Berry alongside me. She’s screaming at me, and I don’t
give a shit. She’s part of Mason’s family; she can scream and kick if she wants too. I wheel them into
the downstairs restroom, flick off the light, and order Rap to crawl into the bathtub. He does without
protesting; he knows what I’m about to do. I’m about to put his ass in charge of Mason’s stubborn ass
mom.

“Go Berry!”

I point to the tub.

“God, you’re a perfect match for him, do you know that?” She huffs climbing into the tub.

“Thanks. Rap, I’m shutting off the light, and locking the door behind me. Don’t fuckin make a

sound. Don’t let anything happen to her!”

I have no time. Tatiana took off running from Mace and me when the gunshots started. I

promised her father I wouldn’t let anything happen to them, and I fuckin meant it.

I flick off the light and locking the door, shut it quietly behind me. It’s loud from the gunshots

ringing out, but I’m not gonna hang a sign on the door that says ‘look, I was just slammed shut’.

I see Mace peeking around the corner, holding his knife. “Mace,” I whisper yell and his eyes

flick to mine. “Where the hell did Tatiana go?”

He growls, “I don’t know.”

Just fucking great. “Winter?”

He shrugs. Oh, shit. She’s probably off playing pregnant Rambo. I point to Mace. “Don’t get

killed; go find your sister.”

Mace takes off up the steps. We know Tatiana is in here somewhere. But the new building is

bigger than the old. My steps are light as I make my way towards the door that leads to the compound
parking lot. I need to get over to the old building; I know that’s where Winter is. I know her. She’s
most likely trying to help. Just when I’m about to open the door, it flings open, and Winter comes
rushing in, slamming it shut.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I yell.

“No time. The guys are holding them off! They’re trying to get into this building!”

Oh, fuck!

My mind quickly starts thinking of where to put Winter. If I don’t think of something, she’ll get

herself killed. My eyes quickly snap to the floor remembering the crawl space. I start dragging her to

the utility closet.

“Storm, let go of me!”

Like hell.

“I think Tatiana went to the crawl space; help me fucking look for her!”

There, that was convincing, right?

“Shit, okay.”

Awesome. I almost breathe as I flick on the light, dragging her inside the closet. “Just in case

they come, and we’re looking.” I answer her questionable stare.

“Come on.” I pull on the crawlspace handle and lift it up. “Follow me.” I whisper as I duck

inside. When I see she’s following, I wait for her to get all the way crouched down, and then I shove
her hard and bolt back through the opening.

“What the fuck Storm! What are you doing?” She screams. I reach for the door to try closing it

and have to keep pushing her head back down. “You’re gonna get yourself, and your fucking baby
killed!”

My tone shocks her, and she pauses just long enough for me to close it. She starts pounding on

it. I look around the room for something to set on top of it. Nothing. Fuck, this is gonna suck. I take a
deep breath and move quickly, dumping the metal utility shelves and all of its belongings on top of the
crawlspace door. It’s loud, and the gunshots are ringing closer. I flick off the light, and open and then
close the door behind me. Shadow comes bursting in, slamming the door behind him.

“Where’s T?” he huffs.

“I don’t fuckin know!”

Shit, this is not happening.

“The others had to pull back into the other building. I’ve called Braxxon.” He takes a deep

breath before releasing. “FUCKING FIND HER.”

Shadow’s freaking out. Oh god.

***

Chapter 31

Storm

I take off running up the steps, and I’m halted as a blade presses against my throat. Oh, shit.

Someone got in here when I was in the utility closet, that much is clear. “Where’s Winter Belov?” A
deep Russian accent spits out as my gun is removed from my back pocket.

I close my eyes and prepare to die. “I don’t know.”

The blade presses against my throat harder, piercing my skin open. I gulp and immediately

gasp, and it’s removed. At first I think it’s about to plunge into my throat, but the Russian groans. I
pull back to see Mace fighting him to the ground, stabbing at his back.

“GOOOOOOO!” He shouts.

My feet take off running up the rest of the stairs and around the corner. “Tatiana,” I whisper yell

repeatedly.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!”

My skin prickles and I take off toward her screams. She’s on the third floor, and my fucking feet

can’t move me fast enough. I reach for the gun in my back pocket and remember the fuckin Russian
took it. I can’t go back for it. SHIT!

I spot a hallway lamp and wrestle the cord from it as quickly and quietly as I can. Once I have

it wrapped securely around my fingers, I tiptoe into the room I hear Tatiana’s screams coming from.
A huge Russian is cornering her; I don’t even wanna know what the fuck is running through his head.
All I know is I have to stop him. I pray silently that Tatiana doesn’t give me away. So far, she hasn’t
seen me, and he can’t hear me over her screams. I close my eyes and reopen them, and then take off
running, jumping onto his back and wrapping the cord around his neck as tight as I can.

“GRAB HIS GUN!”

Tatiana is shaking and screaming so loud while the Russian throws me about. They make these

fuckers with steroids, extra strength.

“T, GRAB HIS FUCKING GUN!”

Damn that girl!

“IF HE STOPPED MOVING I COULD!” She screams back as I try and tighten the cord around

his neck.

Fuck it!

“GO! LOCK YOURSELF IN ONE OF THE BEDROOMS!” She shakes her head ‘no’.

“NOW!”

The Russian rears back his whole body, ramming my back into the wall, taking the breath outta

me. Tatiana takes off running. Thank God.

I wrap my legs around him and tighten my hold as I continue to strangle him. Why won’t he just

give up already? Just when I think I about have him, he reaches back and flips me over his shoulders.
I fly across the room, landing on a nightstand and rolling onto the floor. I see his boots coming before
I see him. He grabs me by the hair and yanks me up into a standing position as he snarls in Russian. I
knee him in the balls, and when he gives way, I try to escape by climbing over the bed. He grabs a
hold of my right leg and pulls me back. His hands wrap around my neck when he’s got me close
enough. I start clawing at the bedspread as I gasp for breath, when out of the corner of my eye, I spot a
gun handle from underneath the pillow. Oh Sniper, I fucking love you, you paranoid fucker! I claw for
it and claw for it, finally getting it in my grasp. If I had breath, I would scream because I don’t know
where the fucking safety is on it. I throw my arm up and start beating him in the head with the gun
handle, my movements loosening his grip around my neck enough to where I can rear back and head
butt him. He groans, and I fling myself forward and roll off the bed. I quickly scamper back up and
start throwing shit at him as I try working the safety on this gun. As he blocks the shit I’m hurling at
him, he’s searching around for his gun. My eyes land on it first and I dive for it, dropping Sniper’s on
my way. The Russian lands hard on top of me. I elbow him in the nose when I have the gun in my
hand. He starts cursing at me in Russian again, and I push myself backwards as I take aim. A piercing
sound rings out, and the Russian’s brains splatter across the room.

“STORM?”

Mason!

“I’m here,” I croak, my voice hoarse. He enters the doorway and drops down in front of me.

I’m gasping for air, and he surveys the room. “Oh shit baby! You fought, you fucking fought back!”

I nod my head yes, as I rub my throat. “Tatiana!” I gasp and take off on my hands and knees until

I can get upright.

“MACE!” I scream out hoarsely.

Oh god, oh god.

“We’re back here!” Mace yells back.

When I stumble through the door of the room, I stop, and Mason slams into my back.

“It’s not our blood.” Mace answers quickly and points to the right. “It’s that motherfucker’s!”

Berry, Rap, and Winter. I take off, bounding down the steps, one floor after another. When I hit

the landing, my ankle almost gives out as I run and bang on the bathroom door. Rap calls back that
everything is okay and I fly towards the utility closet.

“ANGEL!” Braxxon roars.

“She’s in here,” I call back as I work, removing all the shit I threw on top of the crawl space

door.

Both Mason and Braxxon run up to the door. “Where the fuck is she?” Braxxon curses at me.

“I locked her in the damn crawl space. She was trying to play fucking Rambo.”

Braxxon pushes me outta the way, and when Mason picks me up by my arms, I give way and

start bawling. Fuck, what a nightmare.

“It’s okay.” Mason croons.

“No it’s not. I couldn’t figure out the safety on Sniper’s gun,” I gasp through my tears. “I almost

died. That’s not okay.”

Mason stiffens beneath me.

“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?” Winter yells as Braxxon helps her outta the

crawlspace. “GOING AROUND SAVING EVERYONE BUT YOUR FUCKING SELF!”

He stiffens more beneath me.

“I… I promised Mason I wouldn’t let anything happen to them.”

Rap and Berry come out of the bathroom. “Storm threw us into the tub, and took off after

Tatiana, Mace, and Winter.”

Mason pulls away and stares at me.

“She tried strangling the Russian that was trying to rape me too,” Tatiana says, while coming

down the other side of the hall.”

Motherfuck!

“I FUCKING PROMISED!” I scream, jerking away from Mason and walking towards the

downstairs couch.

“Storm,” Mason growls low as he sits beside me. “What are they talking about?”

“Don’t ask me to make promises and not expect me not to fulfill them Mason,” I say while

rubbing at my neck. I lift my fingers and see blood.

Hearing the sirens, I cringe. Fuck, all this and now the cops?

“What did I fuckin tell you about your life meaning just as much as theirs?”

I look into his brown eyes and say. “They’re important to you, so they’re important to me.”

He flinches. “You’re important to me too Storm, not just them.”

I say nothing. I just blink and lay my head back. I’m too emotional to be sharing feelings right

now.

“Wait! Where’s Piper?” I fling myself up.

Mason puts his hand on my chest. “She’s fine. Sniper found her hiding in one of the cars.”

I let out a breath before realizing two other people are missing. “Bom Bom? Creamy?”

Shadow snorts. “Those bitches took off!”

Good for them.

“I’m so fuckin pissed at you,” Winter hisses behind me.

“Get over it. Your ass is pregnant.”

I’m tired of this shit.

“LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE! ALL OF YOU! SEND THE FUCKING COPS TO MY

ROOM!”

And I walk my pissed off ass up the stairs to my room.

***

Chapter 32

The following afternoon…

I’ve left Storm alone. She needs time. I think. But I gave her last night after the cops and

coroner left; I also gave her this morning. If she wasn’t hurting and pissed off at everyone, we’d be
celebrating the fact we had no casualties for the first time. This woman put her life on the line for my
entire family. Not once thinking about herself. That is straight up fuckin love. I knock on her door, and
push it open when I hear her sniffling.

“I’m not mad at you ZZ; you can go away now.” She mumbles from the bed, and the breath

rushes from my lungs. I feel my heart pound fast when she calls me ZZ.

This isn’t happening. She’s not fuckin pushing my ass away now. I kick off my boots and crawl

into the bed beside her. I wrap my arms and legs around her and nuzzle my chin into the crook of her
neck. “It guts me when you call me that.”

She sniffles some more. “I don’t know what you want from me. You ask me to protect them, and

I did. Then you get mad at me!”

Jesus Christ she’s killin me. I loosen my hold, and rolling her onto her back, I lay on top of her.

I run my fingers through her bangs and then look down into her eyes. I try to keep my focus off of her
neck. It’ll just piss me off. “I didn’t think you would take it that far Storm. No matter what, I always
want you to take care of yourself too. Always.” Her blue eyes blink at me.

“The Russians you went after?”

Of course, she tries changing the subject. I don’t know what this shit is where she’s not wanting

to share her feelings now, but it’s pissing me off.

“The rest left; they’re not coming back. Stop changin the fuckin subject.”

She shrugs underneath me and I slump, placing my chin in between her tits. I’ve really gotta fix

this.

“I love you.”

She gasps and then starts pushing me away.

What the fuck?

“You don’t fucking love me,” she screams jumping up from her bed. “You don’t say shit like

that!”

Jesus what did I do?

She throws a glass of pop at me, drenching me from head to toe. What the hell?

“Storm, stop,” I say calmly as I shrug outta my cut and fling the damn pop off.

“NO! TAKE IT BACK!”

Oh for fucks sake.

“Not happenin darlin. I love you, plain and simple. Deal with it.”

A candle flies at my head, and I duck. Shit, she’s on fire.

“TAKE. IT. BACK!” She seethes.

“No.”

What is this shit? I withstand her; she withstands me? I’m sick of it.

“You only think you love me because I keep saving our fuckin family.”

I start moving for her, and she starts backing away.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

I shake my head with a laugh. “That right there is one of the reasons I love you.”

She stops moving. “What reason?”

“Because you just called my family yours babe, one of my reasons.”

She gasps and starts backing away again. What the fuck is this gonna take?

“I love you.” I say again.

“STOP FUCKING SAYING IT!”

Oh, fuck it!

I advance on her. If I have to use force, I will. I slam her back against the wall and cover her

mouth with my hand as I lock her between me and the wall. Her blues eyes widen with shock. “I
fuckin love you, Storm. I fuckin love you hard, baby. Deal with it. I love every single thing about you.
Your tiny little figure, your black and blonde hair, that cute little nose stud, those pouty little lips,
those big blue eyes, the way you love me, the way you love our family. You’re not giving up. I won’t
let you. You once told me that’d I fall in love, and it would be with you. You remember that?” She
nods under my hand. “You took me, a man that didn’t do love, and you owned me Storm. You fuckin
own me!” I remove my hand and her body flings into mine, her hands moving quickly tugging off my
shirt. “I love you.” I need to hear her fuckin say it.

“I love you, too,” she cries, unbuckling my jeans. Thank fuck!

Our clothes fly everywhere and we collide, gasping and pulling at one another, bare skin to

bare skin. My heart’s pounding a hundred miles an hour as I toss her onto her dresser. I smack her
thighs and dig my fingers into her skin as I drag her to the edge and ram into her.

“FUCK!”

Her head leans against the wall behind her, her tits bouncing as I thrust in and out of her. She

looks so fucking gorgeous with my cock buried deep. “Tell me you love me,” she moans.

SHIT!

I groan as her walls suffocate my cock. “I love you.”

Her ankles dig into my ass, pulling me in deeper. I look in between us and watch as her pussy

sucks my cock in and out. It’s the hottest fuckin thing I’ve ever seen. My cock covered in her juices. I
pull out and drop to my knees.

“What are you—?”

Her voice muffles out as my tongue thrusts into her pussy. She tastes so fucking good. “Ride my

face, baby,” I groan biting her clit.

“Oh god, don’t fucking stop. Don’t fuckin stop.”

Her hips start moving in a wave as I work her with my tongue. I bring two fingers up to my

mouth and suck on them. I return my mouth to her aching pussy and round her puckering lips with my
fingers, shoving them in.

“FUCK!”

I don’t stop; I know she likes ass play. I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her as she

rides my face. She starts shaking beneath me. She’s about to come and I want to be inside her when
she does. I back up, stand, and replace my mouth with my cock, continuing to fuck her ass with my
fingers as her cunt sucks at my dick. I lean in and take her mouth with mine. She licks and sucks her
juices off my face, and her pussy grabs ahold of me so fuckin tight I can’t hold it in any longer.

“COME!” I groan into her mouth, and she does, fuck does she. I bite her lower lip as I shoot

inside of her. I remove my fingers and drop my head to her neck, kissing it softly as we both try to
catch our breath.

After a few minutes of silence, she finally whispers, “You really love me?”

I lean up and look at her as I ram my limp dick inside of her playfully. “Yeah.” I say, and for the

first time today, she smiles.

***

Chapter 33

Storm

That night…

We’re all at the old clubhouse finally letting the guys party. Drugs are scattered everywhere and

the clubhouse is packed with whores. I’m sitting on Mason’s lap, watching Piper work the pole. She
just keeps getting better and better. Braxxon and Winter sit down beside us, and I ask, “What now?”
It’s true. No more Russians. There’s nothing left for her uncle but revenge. The money is already
gone. It was gone the moment her mom came and signed the paperwork. He lost a lot of men trying to
take us out. Braxxon expects maybe one day his anger will fuel him to return, and I imagine he’s
probably right.

“No more rival MC, no more Russians,” Braxxon chuckles.

What?

“No more rival MC?”

“Nope, gone, notta, took out their clubhouse and their prez; they ain’t coming back.”

So no more Travis. Oh! “Mason… does that have anything to do with the trash bag day?”

He chuckles against my ear. “It has everything to do with trash bag day.”

Figures.

“Mason?” Braxxon asks.

“Trash bag day?” Winter giggles.

“Yep, don’t ask, Winter, and shut up, Braxxon,” I mumble.

Fuckers.

Mace and Tatiana come strolling up and flop into the couches in front of us.

“So Mace, still wanna be a prospect?” Braxxon asks him seriously.

“Am I still here?”

Woah!

“He’s definitely your fuckin son.” Braxxon just chuckles and I’m sensing this is what Mason

used to act like if it doesn’t faze the Prez.

“Anyway Mace and I are headed out; just wanted to let the parentals know.” Tatiana teases.

“Where are you goin?” Mason questions.

“Brother, sister bonding shit.” Mace answers.

Not gonna fly there, young buck.

“Where?”

Tatiana sighs. “Just out.”

They get up and start to walk away.

“Stay away from the fuckin club!” Mason yells.

“Like I’d take my brother there. What the hell is wrong with you?” Tatiana calls back.

That means shit. That club is huge. They could split up, and I sense that Mason knows that

because he nods to a prospect, and the prospect follows after them.

“You ready for that shit, Prez.” Mason growls.

“I am.”

Awe.

But really. “What now?”

“We rebuild, we start over, and we take care of our Breakneck family.”

Winter smiles.

The End

Shadowing Me

A look into Chapter One

Subject to change as rewrites may happen.

Chapter One

I slam harder into this nameless face's mouth, willing and begging

her to gag on my cock. I need to inflict some pain. It’s true I’m a sadist.
Not a sick ass sadist. I just need to cause a little pain in order to cum. I
don’t have a fucked up tragic past that makes me the way I am. I just
need it to release. Regular fucking doesn’t do it for me. I found that out
when I was fifteen and I wrapped my arm around my girlfriend’s neck,
choking her as we both came. She was shocked, yet she didn’t run away.
She simply got dressed, hopped on over to her piece of shit computer,
and waited for the slow ass internet to dial up. She then Googled my
need to choke her to cum. We researched for hours upon hours until we
figured it out. I was indeed a motherfuckin’ sadist. She was my best
friend and gently let me down, telling me she could no longer see me.
That shit broke my heart. We had been fucking one another since the
age of thirteen, and when I choked her, I knew it scared the living shit
outta her. Who could blame her? I sure the fuck couldn’t. Once I figured
out that was exactly what I needed to get off, I started seeking out older
women. Women that knew what I needed. I’ve fucked and hurt countless
women, and they enjoyed that shit. See, this bitch that has my cock in
her mouth right now just isn’t doing it for me. I shove away from her
and start cursing at her for being in a club she doesn’t understand.
Everyone knows what I need here.

Dammit!

She cries that she doesn’t understand, and I zip my pants, pat her

gently on the shoulder, and tell her to do some research. I’m clearly not
in the mood to try again with another nameless cunt so I say my
goodbyes to my best friend. He happens to own this club, and my
President and his wife are about to take it out and he has no fuckin’
clue. As I walk out and the fresh air hits my face, I breathe it in deep,
welcoming the feeling into my lungs. I felt like I was suffocating in
there. There isn’t anything worse than being tortured by your own
fuckin’ downfall. I straddle my bike, start her up, and head to the
clubhouse, praying I don’t run into Tatiana. I want that girl bad, so
fucking bad, but not even she can get my dick hard unless I think about
tying her up and putting some welts to her. I just know she’s waiting for
me. Something in my bones can feel it when I pull into the clubhouse
parking lot. I light up a joint and make my way to the building. As soon
as I open the door, walk through the hall, and start taking the steps up to
my new room… I get the scent of sex. I fling open my door and the
doobie falls outta my mouth, hitting my new carpet. I can’t even think
about Winter kicking my ass for burning a hole in my new carpet
because the beautiful, sexy, young Tatiana is naked on my bed. I kick
the door shut and stomp on my joint as I watch the show she’s putting
on for me. Her small delicate fingers work her clit around and around as
her eyes stare directly into mine. Her breathing is heavy and by her
smell, I know she’s about to cum. She’s about to cum so hard, but what
throws me off is my dick starts twitching in my jeans and that snaps me
outta my Tatiana induced coma.

“T… whatcha doin’ here darlin?” I laugh, barely making it seem as

if she’s affected me.

She grins at me. Her eyes twinkle with mischief and I know she’s up

to no good. I know Tatiana so well; I just know my bitch is trying to
make a point.

“Oh, Shadow baby, I’m about to cum so hard. That’s what I’m doin’

here.” She answers, her breath ragged, full of sex.

I watch. Fuck do I watch. I’ve wanted this girl since I watched her

plop down on the couch in the old clubhouse and eye fuck me like no
one’s business.

“Say… T… darlin’,” she begs.

I grin and push my shades up to the top of my head and cross my

arms. She wants to play games. I’ll play.

“T… darlin’,” I breathe out huskily.

And that’s when it happens. That’s when my devilish, curious girl

let’s go, cumming all over my bed. Her chest heaves up and down for a
few moments before she stands, snatches up her dress and throws it on.
I’m still fuckin’ dazed as to why she just did this.

“Why?” I smirk.

She gracefully walks over to me, placing her hand on my half-hard

cock and murmurs into my ear. “Because now when you lie down in
your bed every night… you’re gonna think about laying with my cum.
You’re gonna think about me touching myself and how badly you
wanted to be the one to do it.”

Fuck Me!

Stay tuned for more info on Shadowing Me releasing after

Resenting Me!

Other books by Crystal Spears

Talania – A trip down memory lane

Seize Me – A Breakneck Novel

Withstanding Me - A Breakneck Novel

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Acknowledgements

My family – for putting up with my hours upon hours of hiding away to write this novel.

My Editor – Katie Mac, my love for you is overwhelming. You are my Southern Mama!

Harper Sloan – My BFFSM – I am thankful every day that you contacted me and that we’ve became inseparable.

Jodi Murphy – I can never, ever forget about you. Who could? You’ve been there since day one, literally!

My Betas – Oh my, my betas. I love each and every single one of you.

• Danielle Plane – your honesty is much appreciated. And you do so much for me. I heart you long time.

• Becky Nichols – your promoting skills are what help make me. I heart you long time.

• Julie Deaton – You have a heart of gold and I will cherish you forever. You and your eagle eyes.

• Danielle Calcote – Your honest commentary and your hilarious commentary gets me through editing.

• Amy Concepcion - Now you, chicka, are the most honest of them all!!!!! I thank you!

• Lea Marika – My Final beta reader. Thank you!

• Debi Barnes – My Final beta reader and I also loved being cursed at by you when shit doesn’t go the way you want it to in my

manuscripts!

• Elle Wilson – You are the sweetest thing!

My readers

Without you, my Breakneck Series would have never taken off the way it did. You made me a

best seller. I will be forever grateful for my readership! I heart you guys!

Bloggers

Without you, Seize Me, the first in my series, would not have gotten the exposure it did. I am

forever in your debt.

Thank you!

Document Outline

Table of Contents
Withstanding Me
FBI
A letter from the Author
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13 - Part - 1
Chapter 13 - Part - 2
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Shadowing Me
Other books by Crystal Spears
Contact the Author
Acknowledgements

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