WickedThere was blood on the floor. A deep sticky red pool that had congealed to a tacky mess. It was the blood of a man I knew well. The father of my best friend. And it was strange to see it. I wasn’t a stranger to death and violence but to see our presidents blood and grey matter on the floor hit me hard.It wasn’t that I was surprised that someone had shot him to death. We all knew the chances of us dying old in bed with our grandbabies around us was just a pipe dream. Violence was part of our way of life. Fender knew the risk. The same as we all did. No, it wasn’t that. It was the fact that someone had come into our midst tonight of all nights. When our women were here, when the club was celebrating and executed him.I hadn’t seen the body but I already knew that he hadn’t seen it coming. No one had. No one had a clue who or even why our club president had been put down like a dog.But we would find out. And then there would be war.I didn’t believe for one minute that Gemma
Chelsea For one whole minute when my eyes opened I was totally oblivious to everything that, had happened the night before. I actually smiled. And that’s when it hit me. My father was dead. Like a freight train, it overcame me, a sob tearing its way out of my lips. My father was dead and I had forgotten. I had woken up and smiled because I was in a bed that smelt of Wicked. What kind of daughter did that make me? What kind of lousy ass daughter?“Chelsea?” Avery was there. Her hair sticking up in every direction as she skidded to a halt in the doorway. She looked like hell. Which was probably exactly how I looked as well. “What happened?” Her eyes were wild as they swept around the room. It was like she was expecting some kind of danger. “Nothing…” I was sobbing too hard to talk properly. “I just forgot… Avery I forgot.” A great hiccuping sob ripped from me. “Oh, Chels.” She crossed the room in an instant. Wrapping her arms around me so she could pull my head into her shoulder.
WickedI was a fucking tool. Every time I told myself that I wouldn’t touch her. I ended up kissing her.She was like crack and I was addicted. I just couldn’t keep my fucking hands off of her. Even now when she had just lost her dad, I hadn’t been able to resist. If Ruin hadn't arrived god knows what would have happened. No not god knows. Because I did know. I would have touched her, made her coo and moan and forget her troubles for a little while. I would have allowed myself to do that to her when I should know better because I was fucking addicted to her.Maybe it was because I couldn’t have her. Maybe that’s why I wanted her so badly? I had never been good at being told no.But what I had said to her was the truth. One of us needed to stop this before it got out of hand. Before she got hurt.I just wasn’t sure if I was strong enough. If Ruin and the club hadn’t needed me, I would have taken off. Gone to visit with my brothers in another chapter maybe. Anything to put some miles
ChelseaRuin did his best to shield me from everything that was going on just like my dad had always done but as the day of Fenders funeral approached I knew he wouldn’t be able to for much longer. The police were always hovering about. Asking questions, taking statements. They had even questioned me. Much to Ruins dismay. He would have kicked off and gotten himself arrested if Cali hadn’t stepped in. The police hadn’t been happy about that. I was an adult, and just giving a statement. Why did I need a solicitor with me?Cali had been spectacular. Almost icy in her calmness and they soon stopped asking her to leave. I knew they were just doing their jobs. I completely understood that but I didn’t hold out much hope that they would find the person who pulled the trigger. I doubted they would even try very hard. We were bikers. Living in the grey area between what was right and wrong. Hell, most of the club had bypassed grey and gone straight to black. Or maybe red. Red was the colour
ChelseaThe wake, if you could call it that was little more than a bunch of rowdy bikers congregating on the clubhouse. And like anytime they started drinking en masse it quickly went from sober and melancholy to loud and rambunctious. It would have pissed me off if it hadn’t given me the perfect opportunity to sneak off into a lonely corner with a bottle of vodka I had squirrelled away.I had never really been a big drinker, mainly because my father had always frowned upon it but now seemed a good time to take it up. Hell, I might even take up smoking. Ruin was to busy to really notice me. He had his own family. An old lady and a kid as well. As much as he loved me, he didn’t really have time to babysit me. I was too old for that anyway. Old enough to drink and drive. Hell, I was old enough to get married if I wanted to. Which I didn’t. All I had to do was get today and tonight out the way and then I would step out into the world by myself. I would be an adult instead of a prince
WickedI had made her cum. . Right there against the games room door. And she had come hard. I hadn’t meant for it to happen, but once I had trapped her against that door her fate was sealed. Rational thought left my head and my hand was down her panties before I even thought about it. I didn’t regret it though. How could I, when I had been dreaming of getting her off since the day I had driven her home from her fancy pants university? And she hadn’t disappointed me. Her body had reacted almost violently. Clenching around me. Drawing me in. Making me want more. It just made me want her more. And that’s where I had a problem because there could never be more between us. Not ever. It would rip the club apart and the club was my life. “Anyone suspicious?” I turned the finger that had brought Chelsea to orgasm only hours before in my mouth. I could taste her still. And every time I did it made me throb. What I should have done was pull those tight jeans down her thighs and stuck my ton
ChelseaI hated being in the clubhouse. Especially with Wicked and his new plaything everywhere I looked. They weren’t shy about touching each other, in fact, they seemed to have their hands on each other all the damn time. Nothing sexual, I wasn’t even sure I had seen them kiss but she was always running her hand through his dark hair or trailing a finger over his tattoos. Casual, intimate touching. And somehow that made it worse. Because it wasn’t sexual. It was relaxed and familiar. Like they were in love. And it hurt. Because when it came to me Wicked was all anger and lust. With Mel though he was gentle touches and soft glances. He wanted to fuck me but I was suspecting with every passing day that he might be in love with her.There was no getting away from them either. Every time I saw them together something died a little more inside of me. “Hello, Chelsea.”Raising my head, I let my eyes trail up Mels long denim-clad legs. “Hey.” I didn’t bother to elaborate instead went b
WickedThere was so much that I had wanted to tell her, and I came close. Especially in the first weeks after she left. I probably would have if she had once picked up my call or answered my messages but she didn’t. So I couldn’t tell her my secrets. I couldn’t forget the dismissive look in her eyes the last time we spoke.I missed her.Me, Wicked. Missed my best friend’s little sister. A girl who had grown up into a beautiful woman. I wasn’t sure how I had missed it. It was like she suddenly appeared in front of me, out of the blue. And all of a sudden I couldn’t think of anything else. That was the scary thing because she was all I could think about. That wasn’t good when my mind should be on club business. As president of the Black Aces, the club was my responsibility. I just couldn’t get her out of my mind. People were starting to notice as well. I could see it in their eyes when my own glazed over. They knew something was going on with me. It was almost comical, that some co