Properly chastised, his gaze falls to the counter. "Yes, sir."Ridge laughs sticking a hand out to catch the bottle cap Riley throws in our direction. "Hey, I'm your boss.""Not on Sundays you aren't."Standing between his two boys Mack slaps both of them on the back of the head. "Get it together, boys. Ladies are present." His take-no-gruff attitude, most likely bred from years in the military, silences both of them."You were nice to my baby yesterday, right?" Riley asks in my direction.It takes me a few seconds before I realize he's asking me the question. Who's his baby? Katy? I still can't believe Mack tried to set me up with the guy Katy is most likely sleeping with?"You let Katy drive your truck?" Ridge asks in disbelief. "You're dumber than I thought.""Hey." I slap him on the chest. "We were very nice to the fancy truck."Ridge pulls me closer to his side and I wrap an arm around his back to maintain my balance. "Babe, he drives a Dodge. Mine's better.""Th
"I look forward to seeing you next Sunday, Tabitha." Mary, who insisted I call her Aunt Mary, gives me a shoulder squeeze and leaves out Ridge's back door."She's nice," I say jumping up to sit on his counter.Ridge stops, the dirty plate in his hand held at a sideways angle, and laughs. "Aunt Mary? She's horrible. Riley's senior prom she told his date she looked like a whore.""What?" It doesn't sound like dear sweet Aunt Mary at all."Babe, she was nice to you because she liked you.""She was nice before I said two words to her."Ridge shrugs and puts another plate in the dishwasher. "Don't question it. With Aunt Mary's approval, you have everyone's approval. She runs this family and lets none of us forget it."The next plate he grabs from the back of the counter is mine. The pile of uneaten mashed potatoes made it impossible for me to stack it with the others. He dumps the mashed potatoes and gravy off into the trash can with a flick of his wrist. The white gooey mount
I lift my butt up, my feet balanced on the edge of his bed frame as Ridge yanks my pants lower. They bunch around my ankles and I kick my feet until they fall to the floor."Now for the fun part." He reaches behind my back and unclasps my bra, pulling the material off my arms and tossing it behind him.With a naked breast in each hand he squeezes them together. I'm barely a B cup but I feel special when he lavishes attention on me the way he does. Ridge is definitely a boob man.I no more than think it and he lowers his head taking time to lick each nipple until it's wet and pert. I squirm underneath him. His tongue trails between my breasts up to my neck where he nibbles on my collarbone. I've maintained my composure until now, but when he hits the spot at the bottom of my throat, I wrap my arms around him. My breasts smash against his shirt and the friction created from his movements causes my skin to goosebump."Okay, the shirt needs to go." I raise my hands to help him with
"Hey, throw me the can of teal please. This chair needs another coat," Katy says tossing a used bottle of spray paint on the ground beside her.I'm covered in paint. My hands are a glossy black from painting the small tables we purchased Saturday. On top of that, splotches of royal purple make me a freckled Oompa Loompa."We're out of teal. Let's switch to the emerald for the last batch of chairs." Anessa grins and drops a bag of cans. They click together and roll on the ground in front of Katy.I sigh. At least the green will somewhat match the grass in my back yard. Various shapes of spray patterns from the tables and chairs make my backyard look like Picasso threw up here last night. When I volunteered to help paint Anessa's new furniture, I didn't plan on offering my back yard as the project area.We couldn't paint at Anessa's place since she lives above the bakery and doesn't have a backyard. The fellow business owners who share the parking lot with her wouldn't appreciate
"Tabitha!" Katy yells right as Benny reaches in and grabs my upper arm.The last thing I need is Katy getting herself involved. Well more involved than I've already let her. "It'll be fine." I roll my eyes at her in hopes she'll think I'm not scared. "Stay here. I'll be right back."Benny jerks me from the car and I work to gain my balance in the parking lot as he pulls me along."I see you brought me a gift," Benny sneers."What?""Your little blonde friend."I freeze and he's forced to tug roughly on my arm to get me walking again. "I swear to god, Benny. Don't touch her."We turn the corner and Benny slams me into the side of the bed and breakfast, the vinyl siding cutting into my back. "Listen here, bitch, you are in no position to tell me what to do. I make the rules around here."Benny kicks open a back door to Clara's and pushes me through a short wallpapered hallway. He stops at a door with a number six and Victorian looking flowers painted on it.I've let him
Even if I had known about the pat down, I wouldn't have worried. The thumb drive is safely stashed in my glove box and the money is hidden in my house. Who the fuck knows where these diamonds are. "Turn."I do as he says and wipe the tears from under my eyes."I don't know what fucking game you're playing, Tabitha, but I swear to god when this is over you will find yourself in a shallow grave outside of town."My emotions well up again. My body shakes, but I don't cry, too overwhelmed and numb from everything tonight."What am I going to do with you?" he asks waving the gun around.My gun knowledge is next to nothing, but I say a silent prayer he has the safety locked. "Benny, I swear — ""Don't tell me you don't have them, Tabby. One of these times I'll believe you and then there's nothing to stop me from blowing your fucking brains out."I wrap my arms around myself resisting the urge to continue pleading with him over diamonds I don't have. I fear his belief I have the
Katy shuts her car door sealing us off from the world and whatever is in my house. "It's possible Ridge stopped by."Yeah, sure. If Ridge stopped over and turned on every light. One brush of my eyes at his house confirms my suspicions. There's no truck in his driveway and the house is dark."What are you going to do?" she asks."Me? You're the girl with the plans."Katy turns, her eyes squinty in thought. She flicks her head to the house and then back to me. My stomach curls from all her sudden movements, but if I didn't lose my dinner on Benny's shoes I'll handle this.Eyeing the house, she says, "Okay, here's the plan. We'll sneak around back and peek in."That's it? "Can't we call the police now and let them handle it?""Sure, but then if it is nothing at all, the whole town will consider you the girl who calls police when she leaves the lights on."But I didn't leave any lights on."It could be a raccoon," her voice skips on each word overly happy about her new id
His forehead crinkles in annoyance and he shakes his head at her but doesn't appear put off by the comment. "Katy Kadish, fancy meeting you here. The first crime to happen in Pelican Bay in the last two months and somehow you're involved. Who would have thought?""I'm here for my friend, Tabs." She points at me with her thumb."Were you involved in any way?" he asks, his words laced with skepticism."No.""Have you given a statement to the responding officer?""Yeah, I told him what happened. We didn't see anything besides her trashed kitchen." Katy opens her door and steps out of the car, but I'm not ready to leave the small wind break I have in the vehicle."Have Officer Peters take you home. I'll call you if you need to go to the station and fill out a formal statement."She scoffs. "You're sending me home?""It's cold and there's no reason for you to be here. More units are on their way. Joe says the place is clear. I'll take Ms. Thompson inside and ask her question
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