The jukebox seemed to stop the moment Aimee entered the bar, several heads turned towards the door, and she could hear some poorly covered gasps. Yes, ladies and gents, the wild child has returned, she thought to herself, proudly raising her head and looking at each member, daring to stare at her directly in the eyes.
Her presence crackled with violence and confidence as she sauntered up to the bar, raising an eyebrow at the rotter sitting on her barstool; the middle-aged woman quickly vacated her seat, clearly not willing to get into things with a woman with such an intimidating presence, and Aimee curled her lip distastefully as she perched on it, barely sitting, finally shedding her suburban skin as the Presidents daughter settled back into her old life. It was second nature, effortless.
A lowly prospect was handling the bar, busy pouring drinks for the regulars, and it wasn't long before he sidled up to her.
"Dang girl, I haven't seen a pretty young thing like you here before. What can I do for you today?"
His sleazy look told Aimee everything she needed to know. This idiot thought she was just another bed warmer. Guess it was time to set the record straight,
She bit her bottom lip seductively, beckoning for him to come closer as she pouted, his eyes glazed over with lust, and as he leaned forward licking his lips, Aimee knew she had him.
Her hand reached up, sliding around the nape of his neck as she bought his face closer, their lips were almost touching, and some of the older bikers stopped what they were doing to watch this play out.
Aimee waited until he closed his eyes, sharing a breath before she deftly stepped to the side and smashed his head forcefully onto the bar top.
Laughter rang out across the pub as he struggled in her grasp, blood was coming out of his nose, and his face was bright red with rage and embarrassment as he tried to loosen her grip, but it was useless, Aimee had been taught by the best.
A small dagger, concealed within one of her clunky rings, found itself resting against the prospects jugular, and Aimee leaned down to answer his earlier question.
"An audience with my father would be a good prospect," She stated coldly, and as he looked at her in obvious confusion, she clarified, "Your prez numbnuts, I'm Wild Bill's oldest daughter, but you can call me vengeance."
BRAXTON'S POV
The Henchman watched his woman from the safety of darkness. That prospect was lucky. He still had his goddamn teeth, and it had taken everything he had to stay where he was and observe as Aimee handled the situation.
Without a doubt, he would be paying that motherf*cker a visit. Later on, no one looked at his woman that way except him.
When Aimee left the club behind, after months of drinking and dangerous missions, Braxton had managed to convince himself that the young Alpha could provide Aimee with a better life than he could. After all, what use is alpha blood when he didn't even have a pack?
It had almost killed him watching her change to try and fit in. Of course, she never saw him. He was always in wolf form when he lost the fight to stay away from her.
He would watch the heart of his heart from the shadows, much the same as he was doing now, until one evening Connor had caught him, skulking around outside her apartment and made it clear that Aimee belonged to him, Braxton couldn't beat an Alpha with full pack support, and Connor knew it, so he promised to stay away.
It was easier to lick your wounds, surrounded by humans who didn't know what you were, but his ruthlessness during missions hadn't gone unnoticed. Wild Bill began delegating the more dangerous liaisons to the henchman's special skillset.
He didn't mind. Over the years, it helped dull the pain of Aimee's rejection.
Until he walked out the door today and her scent hit him like a freight train, now he couldn't bear to have her out of his sight. Why was she back?
His eyes traveled the length of her, memorizing every curve, dip, and feature he could see. Did she still bear the Aces and eights mark? Their patch was a set of four cards, two black eights (clubs and spades), and two black spades.
It was known as the dead man's hand in gambler's circles, and Aimee's brand was on the small of her back.
Brax should know since he was the one who'd put it there, if she had stuck around, she would've had a crown next to the mark by now, symbolizing her status as a queen, his queen, but she'd left before they could complete the bond.
Aimee Carter had just announced her return in the bluntest way possible, and Brax couldn't help but be impressed.
The dagger he had given her for her sweet sixteenth aimed straight and true at the prospect's throat, her classic evade and attack move was swift and lethal, just like he'd taught her, and once released, the boy had wasted no time heading to Wild Bill's office.
The sound of the president's angry roar disrupted the club's easygoing vibe, and his thundering footsteps sounded ominous as they neared the bar.
Braxton readied himself as the door separating the club bar from the business quarters flew open, the hinges screaming in protest as the huge man barrelled through,
William Carter was a scary sight. One look at him, and you could swear on your grandma's bible that he was more animal than man; he always reminded Brax of a bear, a massive, very angry, psychotic bear.
The years without his oldest daughter at his side had intensified the animal within, and The Aces and Eights president was a heaving ball of fury as his eyes finally settled on the lone figure calmly waiting at the bar.
"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" Wild Bill bellowed, spit flying from his mouth as he stalked over to her, bigger men would have cowered in the face of such aggression, but April remained calmly seated.
"Hello, Dad."
"Hello, Dad."His club bar was eerily silent as the six foot five Aces and Eights president regarded his daughter; she was slimmer than he remembered, and despite Aimee's bravado, William could sense an air of fragility about her.Someone had broken his baby's heart, but that wasn't his problem anymore.
They all stood in a line, like cattle waiting to be inspected, and Connor felt bile rise in his throat.Ten young women, handpicked by his mother and father according to their respective bloodlines, each of them raised in preparation to fulfill the duties of a Luna, and Connor could barely stand to look at any of them.The day was drawing to an end, and the Alpha's residence was filled with outside pack representatives, all hoping to ally with the union of marriage.Tonight was his fucking engagement party for Goddess sakes, and Connor had never felt more alone in his life; any minute his father would call for quiet in t
'Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out...'Connor felt himself going under, drowning in his panic as he stared out into the sea of faces, all waiting on his choices, like some goddamn winning raffle or something.Risking a glance at the line of young ladies, he found himself calming slightly as a beautiful green-eyed blonde met his gaze and grinned back at him.Arial O'Connor was the daughter of the Alpha and Luna from The Vengence pack, she was easy to talk to, and Connor knew his mother and fat
The sound of grown men barking was enough to frighten the most seasoned fighter.Dust, being kicked around, leaned a hazy look to the ring, and someone had decided to put the loudspeaker on, blaring 'Roxanne' at full tit.Brax grimaced at the fact that he could probably sing the whole song by now since the old Police cd had had pride of place in the dilapidated stereo for a good ten years at least.He stood off to the side, as was his custom, assessing the area, picking up on the different smells that told him who was scared, excited, angry, or even sexually frustrated. This was the hardest thing about being a wolf livin
Braxtons wolf howled in approval as the petite woman took down the prospect faster than a hooker spends money, 'MINE' his wolf asserted dominantly and he received no argument from The henchman, Aimee Carter was his, and he would stop at nothing to claim her in the eyes of his kind, vowing to love and protect her always.But first, he had to seal Aimee's re-entry into the Aces and Eights, his woman would need to equal or beat him, and Brax would give her no quarter.She would earn her place back into the club and into his heart, one fight at a time.WILD BILLS POV
Her name had been called out and there was nothing she could do about that now.Of the three names Connor had called, Phoenix was the lowest in blood rank; the second daughter of the Howling Moon packs Gamma family, she was barely a Gamma, her Mom was an even lower ranked Omega working in the kitchens; not that Dad ever treated Mom like anything less than royalty, he made it clear that Demelza Grimmer was his everything, which was the kind of bond Phoenix wanted for herself one day.She was almost twenty-six now and most of her peers had mated and settled down, some even had pups or were proudly expecting, but her job as one of the packs trackers had kept her away most of the time, and she was never in a position
Connor led the young Beta female into his father's study, she appeared confident but not arrogant, and Connor liked that about her.Phoenix Grimmer was a few years older than him, maybe he needed that though after the hash he made of his last relationship, and as she sat down on the couch she looked at him with honest eyes. ¨Tell me a bit more about yourself,¨ he invited softly, and she shot him an almost boyish grin.¨Well, there isn't much to say really, my father is a Beta, my mother's a cook for the dining hall, I have an older sister with a recessive gene, that made her wolf unable to phase, but she has made the best of her situation and holds a high position on the Alphaś council. I am a tracker
Aimee was sweating profusely, despite being dressed in less than what Braxton was wearing in the ring. The Henchman was certainly making her work for her place back in the club.Using his own momentum against him, Aimee rolled with Brax, spinning her body like an alligator causing him to lose balance and overshoot the roll, giving her just enough time to scramble to her feet before he was on her again, opting to throw the knife away and engage in hand to hand combat with his smaller opponent. Aimee tried to hide her smile as he relinquished a serious advantage.It was a mistake as Brax soon learned, Aimee was like a freaking psychotic octopus, grabbing the hair under his arms and ripping them out by the roots, ca
The Aces and Eights stood in a clear standoff with the Ladrona pack as Jenny made her escape. Another time, another place, her wolf whispered in regret. With her brothers' help, she managed to get into the back of the family truck, and with a look that spoke volumes, her father lowered the canopy, making sure to leave a gap so that Jenny could see the night sky. "Mates, huh?" she whispered to herself as they drove steadily out of the territory; despite the dire situation, Jenny Vasquez smiled like a woman in love. Her human had proved himself anything but weak tonight, and she couldn't deny that Adam was as sexy as all hell. She hoped that their paths would cross again soon. In fact, she looked forward to it. In the meantime, though, her whole family had picked up sticks and left a pack where they held a prominent position, and they'd done it for her; she really owed her father and brothers for coming through for her. It seemed the Vasquez family were destined to be rogues again-but a
"Tell me again why I'm doing this?" Aimee muttered as she and Adam snuck across the yard from the packhouse. Adam looked nervous, and he was slow to answer, "Do you believe in dreams, boss?" Aimee looked at him sideways as they rounded the corner."What kind of dreams?" She asked as they went past the clinic and through the main gate leading to the holding cells."The kind of dreams where a beautiful lady comes and tells you that your one-night stand is also your mate and that if you don't get her out of the hole, her pack will kill her kind of dream?" Adam confessed."Holy shit!"Aimee looked at Adam to see if he was taking the piss, but one glance told her he wasn't. She exhaled slowly, "Enough said." She conceded as they stopped in front of the hole. Aimee tried forcing the lock, but it easily withstood the strength of a wolf, and Adam shook his head, laughing quietly as he pulled out a mini blowtorch from his jacket.Kneeling, he crouched while
Braxton and Aimee lay in bed, cuddled up at the packhouse. After the Alpha had done a complete one-eighty, insisting on them staying as his guests until Adam was better, the MC management was quick to hit the sack after their long ride."What do you think will happen to her?" Aimee asked, and Braxton stiffened beside her. He reluctantly told Aimee about the hole and what usually happened to anyone put in it. As expected, his woman was furious. "That's ridiculous," Aimee sputtered, "You heard her tell everyone that Adam's her mate, so she stole a bike and punched a human? It's hardly cause for execution."Brax shrugged uncomfortably. In many ways, Aimee was still human; she operated to human laws and struggled with the shifter caste systems- it was a huge adjustment for a human turned werewolf, and sometimes he struggled with how to approach her on things like this-nevertheless he had to try."Xavier has no choice. He bought a team of warriors with him to aid his
Jenny tried to move past the lump in her throat as Adam lay bleeding on the gravel. Jax had her arm, dragging her away when Jenny's wolf muscled her way through, catching Jen completely off guard. "Leave me alone. I need to stay with my mate." Rosa's firm voice growled, and Jenny lost control of her body completely. In a flurry of tangled arms and legs, Rosa fought mindlessly against those seeking to restrain her. Brown eyes turned to charcoal, and the trembling began. Someone yelled, "Watch out, she's shifting!"And then Jenny's world turned black.Somehow Xavier managed to stop a full shift. But Jenny was immediately taken back to the packhouse, unconscious. Her brothers carried her to an SUV and made sure she was comfortable in the back before it drove off. Then Jaxon and Kyle turned around, tentatively asking, "What will happen to our sister?"Xavier shook his head, refusing to answer. Pack rules were clear. It was how he maintained order amongst the criminals. Jenn
The boy put up a fight, phasing into his wolf as soon as he realized that it was his best chance of winning. But, he was no match for Braxton. Aimee's mate showed incredible restraint, beating the beta wolf into submission without breaking a sweat and the Prez thought to herself that he should be rewarded for that when they were alone. A fact that was wholly endorsed by her wolf. Now they were in front of the garage where the bike thief was hiding. Holding her brother as bait.Aimee caught a movement in the shutters as she removed her helmet, and she found herself looking into the eyes of a woman as she stared back at her.Bingo.In a clear voice, she called out, "Jenny Vasquez, we just want to talk. Come out, and I'll let your brother go. I give you my word."Slowly the door opened, and two figures emerged. 'Beta wolves,' Vixen confirmed. Ricochet's voice filtered through in her mind, 'Be careful, mate. The Ladrona pack betas won't hold back, be r
It was dark by the time Jenny pulled into her father's garage. The beautiful purr of the iron horse under her made the journey go by quickly, but as she looked at her watch, she wasn't surprised to see it was after nine pm. Dad would already closed for the evening, but Jaxon or Kyle might still be tinkering on something inside if she was lucky. She got off the bike and impatiently knocked on the window. Sure enough, a rattle of chains signaled someone was inside, and as the roller door rolled up, her younger brother Kyle was there, wrench in one hand, dirty rag in the other as he whistled at her latest ride. "Do I even wanna ask how you came by that, Jen?""Probably not," Jenny drawled as she tossed him the keys, "Take it for a spin, see if it needs anything done before we onsell-oh-and stay away from Howling for a while. The old owner is in some gang there."The Vasquez family were the law around Honey Glade- her older brother Carlos was the sheriff, and her sis
Adam O'Connor sat in the back row of his Gamblers anonymous meeting, silently listening to the others recite the twelve steps to recovery. He could have recited them backward with his eyes closed. That's how many times he'd relapsed. But this time was different. Now Adam was being held to account by the prez and the henchman-two club members he couldn't afford to get on the wrong side of.The brunette beside him stifled a yawn, and he idly wondered if she had a gag reflex, it had been a while. Now that Aimee had made the brothel a legit business, members couldn't get any more freebies, and Adam was damned if he'd waste his time wining and dining a one-night stand, and that's all the stud was after. At twenty-three, he was way too young to tie himself to one old lady.On his other side sat Carl. Carl was still going through withdrawal. Adam didn't much like him, which made things awkward since he was Carls sponsor. The balding, overweight Accountant traveled every week
This concludes His Achilles heel. Don't worry, though. The big story doesn't end here. The thing about my books that readers don't realize is they are all connected. The spinoff series of this book is called Aces and Eights: The inner six. If you got caught up in the smiling assassin's charm or the stud's cockiness, then this is the series for you. Read on to discover what becomes of the six original members of Braxton and Aimee's crew. If the supernatural is something you'd rather sink your teeth into, and sexy Braxton is on your 'to-do' list, then hook into the Fated series, where Brax and Aimee team up with the 'it' Alpha couple Shadow and Isabella Stalker-although this series is not for the faint of heart.Looking for a good Judge and Jury series? Did the legend of Karistus intrigue you? Damon and Lisa's story begins in Unworthy: The cleansing wars. My supernatural world has no limits. Do you crave a dominating dragon lord? Try Dragon Fire and fall in love with Ragnar or
Karistus could smell the decay as soon as she crossed Armageddon's boundaries. Behind her, Rage and Karma growled lowly as they were hit with the same stench, and it never got any easier for either of them. Wolves who had strayed too far from the pure path to be saved emitted the same odor-the worse the soul, the higher the smell, and Luther Salvatore was like a homing beacon to the judge and her jury.They found him out running. Karistus and her team looked like a shimmer in the air to other pack members- but to the accused, they appeared in full form. The old Alpha wolf saw them as he passed through the canyon, and as they thought it might, the chase began. He was a quick and agile adversary, but for the first time in his life, Luther couldn't outrun his judgment. Out of respect to their fellow enforcer, the trio made the kill swiftly, so Connor's father wouldn't suffer. A heartbreaking howl pierced the silence as Soraya felt her mate's passing and Luther left this ea