"Well, they've obviously improved." I've never been one to search out bands. The only concert I've ever attended was Justin Bieber with my niece during my failed attempt at college. And that's an experience I don't wish to repeat. I couldn't hear for two days after. But the band tonight sounded as good as the professionals. As loud too.I lose sight of Tabitha as she inches closer to the bar, the crowd circling around her blocking her path and my line of sight. My head tips back and forth as I search the crowd, hopeful her arms are loaded up with drinks. When she finally reaches the table my shoulders slump with release. With two arms wrapped around them Tabitha carries four tall glasses, each filled with ice and a light brown colored liquid. Considering earlier tonight she said everyone should get drunk on Long Islands, for once it's not hard to guess what she's holding.She sets the glasses on the table and I quickly grab one from the end. Liquid is liquid and I've always been a
His hand fumbles on my shirt collar, pulling the material out of the way. I bat at him, hitting it with mine as hard as possible."Knock it off." With one tug the man sticks his hand in my shirt and pushes a piece of paper in my bra, the thick corner poking my skin. "Mr. Z wants you to have his card."A series of rapid pops comes from the other room. Like someone lit off a string of firecrackers.But it's not fireworks.It's gunfire.I scream, this one loud and heartfelt. Forgetting about the guy and the gun, I drop to the floor and cover my neck like they taught us during a tornado drill in elementary school. It's not going to save me from gunfire, but it's the only plan I have.The guy trying to kidnap me doesn't shoot, but instead spits out a curse. "Dumbasses were supposed to go unnoticed."His eyes scan back and forth, examining the area between the two doors in the hallway. One leads back to the main room and the other down a flight of stairs."You're not worth it
"Don't worry, Law, we got it from here," Ridge says not sparing Law a second glance, his eyes steadfast on Tabitha.I drag my attention away from Bennett long enough to see Law roll his eyes. "Last time I checked, you weren't part of the force, Jefferson."That comment gets Ridge's attention. "This is my girl and I'm gonna handle it.""Three men pushed their way into a nightclub and discharged their weapons into a crowd of people. This is a matter for the police. I'll let you know the next time we have a bail jumper."Ridge stands next to Law the two almost bumping chests. "Fine. Do what you have to do. But I'm taking Tabitha home.""When I'm done getting her statement. You need to learn your place in this town," Law says shoving his pen in his coat pocket."My place? My place is taking care of the mistakes your police force makes." He inches closer, the two now just millimeters apart.Bennett steps in between the two men, a hand on each of them to push them apart. "Back
Bennett doesn't stop to give me an answer. Instead he walks to the house like I didn't even ask a question. Delores meets us on the other side of the front door."Oh, Anessa, I'm so glad Bennett saved you," she says, wrapping herself in a thin summer jacket. "Liam is sleeping. I left you dinner in the fridge if you're hungry."My lips pinch together in annoyance, but she's too sweet and nice of a lady to tell her Bennett didn't do anything to save me tonight. I was perfectly fine by the time he showed up. It seems a little petty, so I smile and nod like I was taught to do in these situations. But as I stand there grinning like a fool, I get more and more annoyed with Bennett.He's technically not even doing anything wrong right now. Just breathing the same air, but it's enough.I keep up the farce until Delores is happily on the way out the door with promises she'll return in the morning.It isn't until Bennett turns the deadbolt, locking us in, that I take my fighting stance
Bennett's truck slows at the curb to my building and I have the front door open before he completely stops."There will be someone stationed out front all day and Spencer's eye in the sky if you need help," Bennett rushes the words out probably fearful I'll close the door before he can finish.It was my plan. "Whatever." I jump out from the truck and yell a quick thanks before shutting the door. I may be pissed, but I have manners.I stomp to the store, my boots from last night too high heeled to make much noise especially with Bennett's door closed, but I don't care. There's no way he doesn't realize I'm pissed. Yet, he does nothing about it.He lets me walk to the bakery door.He lets me unlock the front door.He lets me walk into the store.He lets me close the door behind me.Half-way to the kitchen his truck drives away from the curb and I look back scowling, but he's too far away to notice.The bell jingles from my hard slam. The loud noise is too annoying so ea
The room grows silent as we ponder the suggestion.Katy is the first to talk. "I have a plan." Excitement bubbles up around her words."Shhhhh." Tabitha waves her hands in front of her. "We need to make sure they can't hear us. Turn the radio on.""The cameras are all at the exits. They can't hear us," I promise her.She lifts an eyebrow in my direction. "After last night you're sure about that?"Maybe not.I keep a small boom box in the kitchen for those early mornings and late nights when I'm here alone. I like to listen and bake. Twisting the volume button to the far right, I crank up the today's top hits channel I prefer.We stand around, looking at one another, waiting for someone to make the first move."Don't look suspicious. If Ridge does have a camera we have to act super busy."I rip off two oversized chunks of dough and toss one to each of them."Okay, it's simple." Katy leans over the table looking mighty conspiratorial. "This Frankie guy never got his m
A bird flies over my head. At least I hope it's a bird and not a bat or some other crazy Maine creature. Don't they have chupacabras here? Or is it Bigfoot?Oh my God.What if it's both?Or worse, some weird combination between the two. Like if Bigfoot fell in love with the chupacabra and had a baby.Chupafoot."I don't know what you're thinking, but stop freaking yourself out!" Katy yells from her hiding spot inside the little church on the north side of Pelican Bay.Sunday morning this place sounded like a great location for a public meeting with a mobster. It's bright, sunny, there's churchgoers. Tuesday night at eleven pm when the entire town is deserted, it doesn't feel like such a great idea anymore.Frankie insisted on meeting me himself and because he was out of town for two days, we had to push back our meeting until now. This was the first time he was available. Otherwise I never would have agreed to it.I still shouldn't have agreed to it.The spotlight on
We pass the tree line and Frankie lets out a deep breath like he's relaxing, which only make me nervous. Well more nervous. I was already a ball of nerves before he got out of the car. We walk for a few feet in silence. The paved trail is clear of any debris, so there's no small branches snapping or leaves crinkling like you normally find when you're in scary situations. The wind isn't even blowing."So..." I search for anything to say. There are too many thoughts going on in my mind. If we're talking, it's easier to pretend we're two friends on a stroll rather than the Big Bad Wolf leading me to my demise. All I'm missing is the red cape and basket of goodies."I thought the mob was dead." Immediately after putting the period at the end of the sentence, my brain catches up with the words.Stupid Anessa. I don't know how guys in the mob feel about being referenced as "a guy in the mob". Are we both supposed to pretend like we don't know?Thankfully rather than pointing a gun an
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