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
I do my absolute best to walk back to the room at a reasonable pace. I am, after all, on my way to call back my crazy mother. Not tell off the asshole I'm sharing a room with in this godforsaken motel. I'm forced to turn a corner and Antonio's view is blocked from seeing what room I'm staying in from the corner of the restaurant blocking his view Lukis has the only key, an actual key, not those handy-dandy key cards every other motel has used since the nineties.At moments like this, I miss my slightly classier hotel. With the nice carpet and indoor pool, I could have lived there. Since I'm trusting Lukis to have the door unlocked and be waiting for me, with his hard-laced smirk — or frown since they're the same — I don't slow my steps as I get closer. I turn the handle on the door and throw it open to the room. The heavy wooden door files against the wall, banging loudly."Have a good time?" Luk asks with his smirky frown.I want to wipe the filthy smirk off his face. "How in he
The diner looks the same as it did when I ate here with Lukis. Probably because it happened two days ago. Except this time, rather than eating with a man who has a shady past that makes me curious, Antonio's past makes me nervous. Sure, I haven't seen Antonio's bag of guns, but what is he doing to have somebody chasing him with an arsenal of them? It can't be good."This one is nice," Antonio says to the large man following two steps behind us as he walks with his hand on the small of my back, guiding me to a booth in the middle of the restaurant.I try to sit on the seat opposite him, but he waits until I pick a side and sits next to me. His big honking goon slides across from us, scowling in my direction. Antonio didn't take time to introduce us when I met him by the office five minutes ago. The longer this goes on, the more I'm assuming we're supposed to pretend he's not there.The restaurant is nowhere near full but enough people are here to create a small noise level, which
Rather than answer, I shove half a sandwich quarter in my mouth and take my time chewing. Let's hope my disgusting eating habits will turn him off from more perusing.The phone rings halfway through my second section of sandwich—the most obnoxious ringer I could find to alert me of Lukis' call. I wanted to make sure I didn't miss it... and also to give a good indicator of how much he annoys me. A wave of tension rolls off of me, releasing me from its icy grasp. My shoulders slump, and I breathe a sigh of relief. No more playing nice with Mr. Crazy Man. Even I'm not stupid enough to hang around. I don't plan to be mean to him either, but it's time to make my goodbye excuses."Do you need to answer that?" Antonio asks as I reach into my back pocket and silence the phone.I shove the last bite of sandwich in my mouth and chew as fast as possible. "My mother again. I'll call her back when I get to the room."Antonio's face falls. "Does that mean we'll be cutting our afternoon short
The kiss continues until I'm gasping for breath when he pulls away."Promise me you won't see him tomorrow."I pull in a gasp of hot air from around us. "I promise."Lukis is wearing the same clothes he was when I left him, a Buffalo plaid button-down shirt, and without waiting, I unbutton it. Our tongues duel for possession of my mouth. My fingers scrape against the muscles on his upper chest, and I pull him closer. Needing to touch him.The second to last button is tight and won't fit through the buttonhole, so I fist the material and pull the shirt apart, exposing his muscular chest."Damn, Sugar Lips, this is one of my favorite shirts." Lukis steps back, allowing the shirt to fall from his shoulders, a huge smile displayed on his face.I shrug. "Don't worry. I'll buy you a new one."My pussy clenches as Lukis rubs his pelvis against mine, his belt digging into my jeans. His hands slide up either side of my body, taking my shirt with them. Luk's face falls between my b
The heavy fall of rain against the weathered plastic tub is enough to lull me back to sleep... Almost. If I were vacationing somewhere in Hawaii, I could close my eyes and pretend it was a midmorning storm happening outside my window. But as my eyes slowly peel open and I take in my surroundings, I'm reminded that I'm not in Hawaii with lush green vegetation. No, I'm in the desert. Still stranded at the Last Chance Motel.The sound of rain outside the motel window isn't what wakes me. It's the noise from my sexy as hell roommate showering. My ears strain to listen, but there's no sound of singing.What a pity.I bet he has a wonderful signing voice. Lukis can do such marvelous things with his tongue.Being stranded in this shady little motel in the middle of nowhere turned out not to be such a bad thing once Lukis became involved. Fate was looking out for me after all. At first, the thought of spending my birthday in this cheap motel room was anything but exciting, but after sp
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