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
I was trying not to hold it against Mother Nature.The trail widens further ahead, more sunlight pouring into the forest canopy, and Elliot slows, walking next to me on the trail. Something flashes in his eyes, a particular expression I can't put my finger on, and then he stops walking altogether, choosing instead to back me off the trail until my back hits the trunk of a tree.What the heck?"Remember, we said we'd stay on the path." Nothing ever good came from going off the path.He laughs not disturbed. "There's something I need to do."With nowhere to escape, his body boxes me into the tree as if he wants to wrap us both into a hug, but then his lips fall to mine, seeking them out for a tender kiss.My body hums with anticipation and I grab onto his shirt, trying to pull closer. But Elliot trips over a tree root, barely missing my body by swerving to the side so he doesn't squish me against the tree.He looks around as if realizing for the first moment where we are. "
"Are you sure you'll be okay for the night?" Elliot leans over the back of his white couch to give me a quick kiss after his question, stopping to pat Rocky once on his head where he rests in my arms.I readjust on the couch getting comfortable. "Yes, Rocky will be fine. Just come back safe."The stark white minimalist decor of Elliot's home is in total contrast to the tiny warm cabin we left this morning. We spent one night there, but then Ridge called before the sun rose for the day. Elliot tensed and then perked up at whatever he heard on the phone. Then he spent the rest of the day fielding phone calls and going back to the office to figure out a game plan. Parts of said game plan he hadn't felt the need to share with me.Elliot leans over the back the couch again. "He hasn't left your side today."I snuggle Rocky harder, letting him rest on my chest so he can hear my heart beat. He's made me carry him around since we returned from the cabin. I'm sure he thinks of it as my
Although, not having anyone else to call isn't true any longer. News of my connection to Dom has gone out, to at least select people. My brother will keep me safe.I don't have his number in my phone, and I left the burner he gave me when I first came to Pelican Bay back in my desk drawer. So I type in his number by hand. His is the only phone number I've memorized in the last decade."Harley," he answers."Dom, help me. I'm at Elliot's and somebody's downstairs trying to get in." Rocky growls again as if someone is getting closer, and I hold his mouth closed gently with my hands doing my best to keep him quiet.Dominick swears on the other end. "Hold tight. I'm coming."Once again time creeps by as I wait in the dark huddled in the corner of Elliot's closet. No other noises come from downstairs except the wind as it batters against the house. With my shoulders hunched over to cradle Rocky to my chest, I sit not moving and taking up as little space as possible. If someone sho
"No," I yell getting between the two of them. It isn't the first time I've stepped in between two men throwing punches, but each time I hope it will be the last.Dominick backs off when my hand lands on his chest. "I'll fucking kill you. My sister is the only family I have left. I'll do whatever it takes to protect her. How the fuck dare you ask that question?""Sure looks like something from over here," Elliot says and each of his words are a knife wound. How can he question our connection? I stand on shaky ground, but I thought we agreed over the last few days we were both feeling something more. Had he played me for a fool? Am I the only one who felt something deep in our relationship?Did he lie earlier when he said our relationship wasn't just to learn more information on Dominick?Maybe somewhere along the way I've become a job for him — a damsel in distress he meant to save. Macho good guys like him seem the type. I don't have much experience with the so-called good guys
My feet dangle over the side of the tall bed in the guest room Dominick showed me to after he dropped me off at his home and told me to stay away from the compound. I hadn't taken the time to grab my shoes at Elliot's home, and I wasn't in the habit of keeping a pair at my brother's considering it's my first time at his house.Which is also weird.Life in general has gotten weird.A party rages below in the compound past the safety of my brother's private space. Where the wind whipped at Elliot's windows earlier in the night, it's dead now. My brother lives farther away from the water. The calm in the air allows the voices to seep up through the window as a bonfire rages on in the far corner of the compound.Most nights include a party at the club. It just depends how many people they invite, how much beer they consume, and whether it's indoors or out. Tonight's party is rowdy — although I can't figure out if my brother has thrown it together at the last minute on his way to pi
Okay, I may have been exaggerating in tenth grade. Alex wasn't my soul mate. He was the first boy outside the club I tried to date. As soon as Dominick's dad found out about it, he had the entire motorcycle gang park in the school parking lot and scare him away. As a kid I'd been devastated my soulmate had given me up so quickly, but as an adult I can understand. I'd have run for the hills too.This time is so much worse. I've only been officially dating Elliot for a few days, but it feels like my heart is missing from my chest. There's an enormous gaping hole in the cavity where I should've been still in that new relationship bliss stage. We haven't even made it long enough to fall out of the honeymoon cycle."Well, whatever your problem is, get your shit together. You're an Eckland. We don't take shit sitting.""I'm not an Eckland." My mother and his father never got married officially. We're just family through time and situation. My last name is still very much Howard, and we
Elliot shrugs, taking a seat at the table beside me. "I suppose if he wanted to kill me, he already would have.""No, he'd only severely maim you and then leave you for me to finish."Elliot beams as if he loves the idea. "At least I'd go out smiling."A laugh bubbles out and I can't stop myself. "I'm kidding.""Harley, I'm waist deep in enemy territory. Alone.""I thought you and the brothers were working together?" The men had been in this room together not that many days ago.Elliot shakes his head. "More like not killing each other, yet. As long as there's something mutually for us to gain by it.""You are uneasy here. Aren't you?" His posture is rigid, and he faces the door as if he's waiting for someone to bust through and take him out.The MC brothers look like outsiders. Big burly men with shit attitudes and more leather than cotton on their bodies, but I've been around them my entire life. There is nothing scary in the compound. Men in police uniforms are scari
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