The cold outside matches the temperature of the blood running through my veins even though I'm still wearing Graham's coat and we've been inside the Pelican Bay police station for over an hour. Detective Anderson from last night asked every question under the sun involving Dwight and working at the bed-and-breakfast. My whole life was laid before everyone.I've been less than helpful. Not because I'm still in shock — which I am — or because I have any loyalties, but I had no idea. Sure, Dwight was a bit strange, but I never thought he could be a drug kingpin of Pelican Bay. I never saw that coming. Who would?A shiver racks my body and Graham pulls me in close, rubbing his hand up and down my arm."I promise we're almost done here," the detective says, scratching a few of my last words on a piece of paper in front of him. "Is there anything else you can think of before we finish?"I shake my head with a double shrug. "I'm sorry.""Cammie never said anything to you or gave you
"Everyone knew you were working for him." For an undercover spy he was horrible at hiding his identity."That part didn't matter. I needed a reason to be here. He needed somebody with a reasonable explanation for a long stay. He was tracking the bed-and-breakfast for months but had been unable to find any concrete information. My job was to poke around when no one was looking."Of all the information I've learned tonight — from Dwight running a drug business and my friend Cammie being somehow involved — Graham's lies hurt the worst. I want to lash out at someone or something. Preferably him. I thought we had something special. We were building a relationship, but the only thing Graham cared about was building a case."So, you pretended to like me because you needed information about the bed-and-breakfast?"He scoots closer on the bed, throwing his legs over the side to get as near me as possible without touching. "No. I will fully admit you were a possible subject, just like ev
One year later*Graham*A breeze picks up on the street and blows Tara's hair behind her. Jasper, our Labrador puppy — who isn't so much a puppy anymore — tugs at the leash headed home."He would not make it in Maine," I say watching the sixty-pound dog tug at Tara's hand. Any time the temperature falls below forty we cut our walks shorts, but living in the city is hard and he needs exercise. Across the bay the lights of San Francisco twinkle.How much has changed in one simple year? Tara and I moved to California so I could work at the new branch in San Francisco, but rather than live in the overpriced city, we decided to stay in another overpriced city, Sausalito. Jasper came a few months later. At this time of night most people have cleared the streets as the temperature falls, but a few of the art galleries that drew Tara to this piece of land over the bridge are still open.Going back to work at a hotel was something Tara wasn't ready to do yet, but after we settled in a
VOLUME FIVE: QUICKEST RISK"Don't die. Please don't die." I smooth my hands along one of her curves. "Please, baby, not now."Steam rises from the edges of the hood. Gentle petting turns to angry hits on her dashboard as the car vibrates so strongly I'm forced to pull over to the side of the road."No! No! No!" Why me? Why, why, me?Is this Karma? Have I pissed off a Voodoo Queen somewhere? All those motivational speakers go on about how when one door closes, another opens, but there's no freaking doors in sight. The only thing visible for as far as I can see is cacti, dirt, and sand. So much sand.I bang my head on the steering wheel. Whose bright idea was it to come out to the desert in the first place?Right.Mine.No one has ever accused me, Hannah Stoneman, of being a brainiac.The car rolls to a stop, the engine giving out. It putters and croaks one last metal-on-metal clanking sound that can only mean final death. With one last lurch forward, we settle on the s
"I'm so sorry," she says, and she does look upset.Not that it does me any good."Whatever. Thanks." I hike my backpack higher on my shoulder and turn, stomping my way out of the lobby. Fuck how childish it looks. Anything is better than crying or stepping on the jerk's foot as I walk out. If he hadn't sped past me on the way in, I would have gotten the last room.The hot Nevada air assaults my face when the door opens and I take my first step outside — a not-so-pleasant reminder I have no water. Or food. Or sunscreen.The bell attached to the door dings again, and I turn back to watch the asshole who got the last room step onto the sidewalk. "Hey, wait up."What now? I stop and scowl in his general direction. "What?"The man smiles. Who knows what he's so happy about, other than having a room when I don't. Big blue eyes sparkle in the midday sun. That coupled with the dirty blond hair and a dominating presence makes him hot. And not in a temperature way."Looks like you
The waitress sets down three tall glasses of water, all filled to the brim with ice. Luk grabs a glass closer to his side of the table like I'm a wild animal who will cut his arm off if he touches my water.Okay, it's not that far from the truth. The other two glasses end up on each side of me, leaving room for the plate of food that has yet to be delivered. A restaurant that serves breakfast twenty-four hours a day and an ice maker. The Last Chance isn't so bad.Of course, I'm eating this meal with a man who walks around with a bag of guns. After Lukis finished unloading his sacks of destruction, he had three reasonably-sized guns lying on the bed. And when I say reasonably, I mean they were regular-sized. Still big, and guns, but not so big and scary I wanted to run away with my arms flailing... much. There's a double-barrel shotgun I'm pretty sure people only use in Westerns, and the most reasonable of the pack is a tiny black pistol. He laid them all out on the bedspread like t
I pull the material of my slinky swimsuit up to my waist and then take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Making my chest and lungs as small as possible, I shimmy the suit past my boobs and wrap each arm through the holes. I love this swimsuit even if it's a bitch to get over my hips. It's a one piece, but there's boning inside the torso that pushes up my boobs and sucks in my stomach. If I could handle not breathing for so long, I'd wear it underneath my clothes every day of the week.And while I don't consider myself overweight, there's nothing that makes you feel like a fat ass more than waking up next to a guy who spends way more time in the gym than you do. Since I spend no time in the gym. I've always been a little proud of my curves, but the only thing curvy on Lukis is the dips where his abs form.True to what he said, Lukis remained respectfully on his side of the bed last night. In fact, he laid down straight on his back with his arm set to his sides and passed out. I
Even though the temperature is already soaring at 8:30 in the morning, no other families gather at the pool. Apparently, all those men surveying the mines don't feel like in a dip before the workday starts. Is Lukis here to spy on one of them? Is something dangerous going on in the mines?Either way, it is not my problem. I plan to sit in the sun, burn off the top layer of epidermis, and figure out what in the heck I'll do with my life and how I will get home.Lukis isn't a guy I can bum a ride from out of here. I lay the towel over the lounge chair and spread my body out on top. The backpack slides under the chair to keep it out of the sun's rays, and I take out one water bottle for easy access. My eyes flutter closed. I didn't get much sleep last night since I woke up every few minutes with lots of tossing and turning. That's what happens when you're sleeping next to a hot guy who promises he'll stay within his half of the bed but you aren't sure if you can trust him. Or if you w
ElliotFive years later"No, sweetie, we only get one puppy today." I squat getting on the same level as my daughter, Brandise.The round ball of fluff she squeezes onto with all her might so he doesn't run away licks her across the face and she giggles. "Daddy, they're twins just me and Bray. They have to stay together."My eyes flick back and forth between each dog. One held in the tight grip of Brandise and the other being sized up by my son. Their mother, Harley, a woman who took too long for me to figure she meant everything stands between the two of them with her lips pinched together not helping me in this situation. She's left me out in the cold on my own.The two puppy siblings look alike, but in my eyes every Yorkie looks the same. How can you tell them apart? The puppies my babies held both had a lighter colored face than Rocky, but other than that they were big puffballs of fur."Sweetie, Rocky only needs one brother," I try again hoping to talk sense into her.
Elliot's steps are slow but sure as I hold open the bakery door to let him get through the space. Once he's cleared the way, I stand beside him in case he needs me for support as he makes his way to the first table in the busy sitting section. You wouldn't expect a shoulder injury to cause issues walking, but with each movement his body makes, his shoulder sways with the force and his face grimaces.It's too soon for him to be up and moving, but I couldn't make him listen to reason.He finds his seat and plops in it heavily, the chair legs scraping on the tile. The people around us stop what they're doing and turn before a small round of applause starts from behind the bakery counter and then picks up including people from every space in the bakery. Elliot turns to the noise, catching everyone in their adoration, and scowls until the clapping fades."Cupcakes for everyone," Anessa says smiling from her spot at the counter. "Especially for our new hero."Elliot's scowl deepens.
Dominick releases a breath and sucks in another one as if preparing himself for this new life. "Are you positive? Because there are very eligible bachelors in my club. A brother could keep you safe."I don't argue with him that Elliot kept me safe. Well at least until he got shot, and no one can blame a man for that. He literally stuck his body in between me and a loaded weapon. How much more could he have done?Plus I could never live life in the club again. Now after experiencing life on my own. "Yeah, and then they'd cheat on me or go to prison."Dominick shakes his head. "My men aren't that way. They love hard and deep. I changed the club here, Harley. It's different from how we grew up in Colorado."There's honesty in his words, but it will never be enough to bring me back. "Elliot is mine."Dom shakes his head once, admitting defeat. "Fine. Onto topic two. I met your father," he says father accusatorily like I've been keeping something from him.Which, in a way, I hav
Without warning there's another harsh pop in the air like someone shooting off a firecracker, and then red blossoms in the middle of Pete's forehead. His body falls back hitting the ground once again. The thud is too far away to hear, but I swear my body feels the vibration.Holy fuck.My ears ring from the gunfire as men pool around us each of them yelling things back and forth. It's coordinated chaos. An ambulance with its lights flashing speeds over the highway."That man took three bullets to the chest," Huxley mutters to himself shaking his head. "I haven't seen anything that crazy since Thailand."... The steady beat of Elliot's hospital machines lulls me into a restless sleep as my head rests on Elliot's hand."Harley," a deep voice whispers in my ear, shaking my shoulder. "Har."In a start my head pops up and my eyes search Elliot's face, but his hand still rests underneath my head, a pool of my drool sticking between his fingers."Still drool, huh? I wouldn't
"Dominick won't pay anything for me," I lie.Pete laughs. "Don't want money. I'm looking to trade you for a free get-out-of-town card. If he won't offer me his protection, you'll be a going away gift to my men. They're upset with having to leave. I'm sure you understand.""What?" Fear causes me to choke out the word as a hundred images flash through my brain of what he could mean, but only one is sick and depraved enough for this man.He smirks. "They'll love you if the Impaler doesn't."I fall to my knees against the back of his seat. "No, please don't." I'd rather he shoot me now than do what his smile promises. He means I'm to be a sexual gift given to his men and passed between them. I'd never survive. Sure, Dom trained me in basic self-defense skills, but my mother sheltered me from club life so I only heard the evils of the world through others. Until now, I never once felt concern for my safety. Not the way I do now.The cargo van travels on the highway, passing a bill
"Stand up, Fucker."Elliot scoots away from me as I claw deftly on his leg trying to hold on and keep him close. He turns, not making any sudden movements and puts his body in front of mine to shield me once again from the nasties of life."Let's not do anything drastic, Pete." Elliot takes a step forward with his hand held out defensively.I twist seeing the old man wearing a pair of board shorts, a blue Hawaiian shirt with palm trees, and flip-flops on his feet standing in the middle of the beach. He resembles a tourist who belongs in Florida not a man running a drug ring in Pelican Bay. He sneers at me taking the tension from Elliot for just a moment and waving the gun in his direction as if either of us could forget it's there."She's the only one who can name me. Without her I can pick up shop and start somewhere fresh and there's nothing you can do about it. You guys don't have shit on me.""You're standing in the middle of a public beach during the day, Pete," Elliot t
He flinches as of my question has hurt him, but I'm the child who didn't have a father. "I got out early for good behavior and I looked up your mother. I learned what happened. Sorry about your loss," he says. The words are stagnant as if he knows what he's supposed to say but struggles with the meaning. Yet, something in the inflection makes me believe he means each one. His eyes turn soft, possibly remembering his time with my mother.My life has never been cupcakes and cookies, but the last month has been indescribable except for the word surreal. First, I had no father, then I picked up a club president for a stepdad, lost him, and now gained back the original. What is happening to my life?"What will happen now?"My father shakes his head and stares at me with a touch of a smile tweaking his lips. "I'm out of the club life. Plan to take the straight and narrow from here on out."I hold back the cringe at his promise. It's one I've heard from club brothers my entire life. E
Elliot shakes his head, his fingers curving around the handle of his gun. His face pinches together as if he has so much to say, but is staying silent for me.Until he doesn't anymore."Would someone mind telling me what the fuck is going on?"He's not the only one looking for answers. "Me too. Mom said you died in a motorcycle crash. Drove your bike over a mountain ledge one night." She hadn't said he'd been drinking, but I've filled in the blanks for myself as I aged.My father's teeth come together hard making a gnashing sound I hear even from my position. "Yeah well. She thought it would be better than the true story. Easier for both of you to move on rather than wait around on me living only a half-life.""Then what is the true story?" After my mom left Dominick's dad, it was the three of us together. I always believed we never hid any secrets from one another.My father shakes his head and stares at me but looks past me as if he's reliving the memories himself. "She s
My gaze and thoughts flip to the back door, but I'm too far away to reach it before he could shoot me.The man is younger than Pete and not the person I saw put a bullet in someone earlier this month, but he's old enough to be my father. His skin is leathered and wrinkled as if he's spent a lifetime in the sun. His jeans are loose and a leather jacket lacking any MC cut is wrapped around his body. Not a Bloodhound.I stand next to the kitchen island breathing heavily while trying to come up with an escape plan as the two of us stare at one another unmoving.He speaks first. "Now, Harley, is this any way to greet the old man who named you?"His words scatter in my brain, startling me into paying attention, all my plans of escape lost. "Excuse me? My father named me."It was one of the few stories I had of the man who shared such a brief relationship with my mother. "He wanted to pay homage to the best...""Damn motorcycle company the US has ever seen," he finishes my sentenc