"Winnie, you can open your eyes. We're home."His words do nothing for me. "Wheels on the ground?" I clarify with my eyes closed.Huxley chuckles. "Yes, that was the big bouncing a few minutes ago.""You promise?" I believe him... Maybe. My stomach flew into my chest at one point during the bouncing so I also feared we took off again and we're circling the Pelican Bay airport for the delight of the pilot so he can land again and watch my expression. If he does, I will puke on something. His shoes."Princess, get off the plane." Huxley squeezes my fingers giving a slight tug on my hand.It works, but I'm not happy about it. I stand with my eyes still closed and slowly open them, looking out the side window to confirm we are planted firmly on the ground. The plane steps have even been dropped and Huxley and I are able to walk right off the plane. I may not enjoy the actual flying, but it sure is nice not to have to go to baggage or security. He stops to thank the pilot and I sp
He sighs settling into my couch to get comfortable like he's here for the long haul. "Yes, Winnie." His words are tired as if he's been on the run and not sleeping for the last two weeks. Probably because he has."You don't get to put Winnie in danger. Get out."Archer quickly stands but doesn't move to the exit.I put myself back in between the two men both my hands pushed out. "Shut up. Both of you!" Why is every male in my life so damn frustrating?Archer takes another seat on the couch and Huxley paces in the corner of the room, but he's calm enough I believe it's okay to lower my hands."Archer, tell me what happened." My heart thrums loudly in my chest. I'm too agitated to sit down, so I stand a few feet from the couch listening as he talks."I was running an underground gambling ring with Jensen. You remember him, right?"I nod. Of course, I remember his friend who always had a floozy hanging off his arm. He drove the loudest motorcycle I ever heard in my entire li
"Are you sure about this, Winnie?" Huxley asks, walking me out to the parking lot.I'm not sure at all. There was a point in my life when I trusted Archer explicitly, but that time is past. "It'll be fine, Hucks.""What do you know about the guy?"I pause next to the driver's side door of my car and take a few deep breaths. I may not trust Archer, but I don't want Huxley to figure that out. I don't appreciate him questioning my decision-making skills. It's a little stressful right now and his questions are extra pressure I don't need. "We dated for years, Huxley."His face pinches together in agitation when I mention how long I dated Archer, but he's the one who keeps bringing it up. I want to forget those years of my life too.Huxley starts to say something else, but a loud ticking sound comes from further down the apartment complex. Gravel pinging off cars. We both quickly turn in that direction and freeze as a large yellow Pelican Bay school bus barrels down the apartment
He shrugs not admitting or denying the fact. "Are you ready?"Am I ready? That's a loaded question you never want to ask a female. "I guess," I say staring down at the pair of boot cut jeans and short sleeve pale orange shirt I put on before leaving. It doesn't necessarily match my blonde hair because it makes it look streaky in certain sunlight, but I plan to wrap a white jacket around to keep my shoulders warm, which will hopefully tone down the shirt a little. I'm out of options and time.The drive to Ridge's backyard takes at least twenty minutes and Huxley spends the entire time maneuvering my vehicle down the long country road talking about how nice it will be when we live in actual Pelican Bay. He talks about the dream so vividly even I imagine it. The idea sounds wonderful, but first I have to get Archer out of my living room.Huxley pulls into Ridge's driveway right as Tabitha walks out of her house directly next door to his. In her hand she has three mini ceramic figuri
For the next few minutes I follow Tabitha around the house as she quickly picks up pieces of things here and there. I fluff a pillow or two and finally we end up in the kitchen as she pulls out heavy square containers of pre-made side dishes."Ridge made the pasta salad because it's a specialty, but I bought the rest. Don't tell." She takes out a container of mashed potatoes and steps back counting the dishes before setting it at the end of the line.Every surface in the oversized kitchen is covered with bowls, plates, and other dishes. "Do you think you have enough food?"She stops to survey the area again, one finger tapping on the end of her chin. "I don't. Do you think so? I'm worried."I laugh a small chuckle but she doesn't join. "Tabitha, I was kidding. You have enough food here to supply half of the town.She shakes her head solemnly. "You've never seen these guys eat. Have you?"I guess not. I've seen Huxley, and the way he put away the entire dish of twice-baked p
Crispin steps forward again, his arms outstretched like he's making an imaginary big fish story. Big guns," he says drawing more laughter."Where is your wife?" one of the guys asks and I tense at Huxley's side.Tabitha doesn't seem fazed at all. She laughs and rolls her eyes."Bennett had to pick up a friend. They'll both be here shortly. This guy works independently, but I put a word out with my connections on the West Coast and he stopped by to get more direction.""I want everyone to understand," Ridge says, his voice raising to get the attention of the guys in the yard. "Huxley is point on this because of his experience, but you're a team and each of you will be asked to step up at various times to put your expertise to use. What good are we as a security team if we can't keep our own people in town safe?"There a few grumbles from the men in agreement."Each of you agreed to move to Pelican Bay and be a part of this team. This town is now your town. Let's take care of
Huxley holds my hand as we walk out of the small Pelican Bay church. More paint flakes off the steps leaving behind the weathered pine boards that are who knows how old. Each week a collection is taken to get the church painted, but as the congregation is small and old so it's slow going."Today was a nice service," Huxley says, letting his arms swing between us for a moment as he walks to my car.I nod using that as my agreement. The two of us have settled into a nice routine. Anyone who met us for the first time may think we'd been together for years, but Huxley and I have found a happy middle ground. We seem to get one another and our personalities mesh well. I'm sure in time, eventually we'll have our first big fight, but my boyfriend is so calm and logical I have a feeling it won't last long. Until then I've decided to enjoy myself and go with the flow. It's something I used to be able to do quite often before the mess with Archer started. I need to find carefree Winnie again.
"I just want to say, I still think it's a really bad idea." Anessa wears a hole in the carpet at the front of the Pelican Bay bed-and-breakfast while we wait for Frankie.Katy rolls her eyes. "Your concerns have been noted. Follow the plan and it will work fine.""When have any of your plans worked out fine?" Anessa questions."Only because no one sticks to them," Katy retorts.We'd probably be more apt to stick to them if they weren't so crazy in the first place. There aren't many of Katy's plans that don't go belly up within the first few minutes. Which the way it looks right now this one's going to end up the same unless the person we're meeting shows up soon."At least we're meeting in public this time," Anessa says as she surveys the décor in the bed-and-breakfast."See? We're always learning something new.""Shhh," Anessa whispers when a tall dark man with gelled back hair comes walking in from the front bed-and-breakfast doors."Anessa," he says taking her hand a
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