"Emma!" I scold half terrified of the mess and half relieved I found her.Stella perks up quickly. "Oh good, you found her."I found her and now I have to deal with her. Dred skates up my spine as she turns with a smile so large she could be the Joker's offspring. In her arms she cradles Rocky, who stares at me with wide eyes pleading for me to rescue him."I've got to go." I hang up on Stella, not giving her more of an explanation.Quickly, as if she senses her time of shenanigans is nearing an end, Emma turns and drops Rocky in the toilet. Water splashes over the edge and he yelps with the splash. I sprint into the bathroom, saving the wet pissed off dog at the exact second Emma finishes pressing the lever to flush the toilet.I clutch Rocky to my chest, the toilet water soaking my shirt. "No, Emma. We don't flush puppies."Emma claps, the powder caught on her fingers launching into the air in thick dust bubbles.Holy hell. What should I do?The back door opens and I
The sun hasn't risen. I check by lazily peeking open one eye a smidge. Elliot rolls over and places a soft kiss on my lips."Shhh. Not yet, too tired." Babysitting wears a girl out and even though Josie and Anessa relieved us of our baby duties by seven p.m., I fell into bed by nine and slept like the dead. But the sun isn't up yet, which means I don't need to be either. I'm a bank forensic accountant, I keep banker hours.Elliot laughs. "So, you forgive me for you misunderstanding my words?"I roll my eyes unable to keep up with the way he changes the sentence, but knowing he's twisted it. We had a long talk last night while the kids are watching a movie, and for a few minutes it felt like that could be our life. We could stay home in the evening, eating dinner together, and watch a family movie. Until Emma made another mad dash to the bathroom and had half the roll of toilet paper in the bowl before I got there. Kid is obsessed with toilets."Don't press your luck," I say cur
"Wow," I say looking out at the home, which makes my one-story bungalow seem like a baby house. I take that back, it's not that the house is big, but in this part of the state when you have an older large home, it means someone important lived there. The home is a cross between a Victorian building and a big white farmhouse. A porch wraps around the front and two sides as far as the eye can see. There's a second story and then what looks to be a third or smaller one up top with three little windows looking out onto the world.Someone important built this home, and it's easy to imagine the property being here longer than most of the residences in Pelican Bay."It's just you, right?" I ask as he opens the door to his truck and leads me up the dark-stained steps of the porch. Rocky wiggles in my arms, but I don't let him roam free."Sometimes my sister and her kids come to stay for the summers, but otherwise it's just me."He slips the key into the lock and pushes open the front d
I glance in that direction, but it appears so far away. "No time." Being here in his house together is a tremendous step in whatever this thing we're calling a relationship is. I'm not ready to christen his bed.My stomach clenches as he takes a nipple in his mouth while working to undo my pants. When we're both free, I raise one leg, wrapping it around his hip and leaving myself open for him. Elliot slips inside just as perfectly as every time we've been together. My back rests against the wall, keeping him leveraged as he pumps in and out, as his finger caresses the skin around my clit.My head hits his light gray wall as I stand on the tiptoes of my other foot. I waiver, my fingers digging into his shoulder as my core vibrates. His scent is everywhere, and it invades my senses. The orgasm grows fast and I press my back against the wall, wanting to get away but needing to be closer. It hovers between us, me not ready to finish yet.Elliot's forehead rests against mine and while
"Katy, what are you doing?" I ask. My free hand Katy isn't holding clutches on my chest trying to catch my breathing. This is not the time to sneak up on me."Come on," she says pulling me to the back of the bakery.I follow, my feet scuffing along the floor trying to hold her back. Tabitha, with her bright pink apron and her hair in a tight bun high on her head, watches the two of us shaking her head in disbelief."Wait. Where are we going?" I ask as Katy drags me behind the counter."To spy," she whispers, pushing her way through the metal swinging doors."What? Tabitha?" I point back to Tabitha at the front as the metal swinging door almost takes off my face.I push through and catch Tabitha waving goodbye as the door swings closed behind us. How did I end up in this situation?"I tried, but she's watching the counter.""Okay, okay," I say wrestling my arm free of Katy's grasp. "But where are we going?" I'm not breaking my promise to Elliot.Katy stops at the back
Her words get the first reaction from him, but only his forehead creases at the insult."You're only angry because you can't accept I'm not an asshole like you want."I take a step further away. "Okay, guys. I'm going now," I say taking two more steps to the back door. Neither of them turn or look at me. I slip back into the bakery, closing the door behind me leaving Katy to her own devices.The metal outside door closes behind me as I sneak through the door of the bakery. Tabitha's head pokes through the swinging metal doors as she holds them open with her hands nodding at me."Did you have a pleasant trip with Katy?""We gallivanted in the parking lot," I say pointing my thumb back to the lot as if she's forgotten where it is.Tabitha nods. "Katy is still on her I hate Pierce tour.""Hmmm. How long has that been happening?" I ask stepping to the kitchen when Tabitha returns to the counter.She leans over the workspace in the empty bakery when I take up a seat at the s
"They warned me you'd be trouble, but I didn't listen." Elliot backs out of his parking space in front of the bakery in his big black truck.It felt like fifteen minutes after Tabitha called for Spencer that someone arrived, but it was two. They took the envelope and the card and enclosed them into a Ziploc baggie before stashing it in a pocket. Then the real trouble began when Elliot walked in the bakery with his eyes dead set on me."Not trouble," I say, telling myself it's not a lie. Why would anyone say that? "I was minding my business with a cupcake." I hadn't even gotten the chance to tell Tabitha anything about my relationship with Elliot.Plus, Elliot had not found out about the brief detour I took with Katy as soon as I got there, so it wasn't fair for him to call me trouble."How did anyone even know you were there? Did you leave?"He turns left and I hesitate, staring at the ocean on the right-hand side of the truck. That's the wrong side for the direction we shoul
He stares lovingly out of the trees beyond the window as if he wants to open the door and frolic in them. The same feelings didn't permeate inside of me. Life as a forensic accountant means I don't have to go outside often. Or ever. I selected the most boring occupation for college. I wanted to get away from anything exciting or adventurous. Accounting, with people in their white shirts, a calculator sticking out of their pocket, and black suits seemed as far away from a motorcycle club as I could get.I like the indoors. Air conditioning. Plumbing. If God intended us to sleep in the woods, he wouldn't have allowed us to invent central heating.Elliot sighs and the sound vibrates in my soul.Fuck it.Sure, I enjoy clean bug-free air, but I also like Elliot. A lot. Small sacrifices, my mother always said. "You want to go for a walk?"His head whips back in my direction. "You hike?""No, I said a walk." I definitely used the word walk, right?His eyes fall to the pair of te
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