CyberThe difference in Iris was mind boggling. I thought I knew her, but I had no fucking clue. Iris was not the party girl of five years ago.She was a woman. A mom.And it made her even more beautiful to me. I couldn't keep my eyes away from her. I didn't even try to. She was everything I didn't know I wanted. And everything a man like me didn't deserve.“Having second thoughts?” Fang settled his bulk next to me, following my gaze. I couldn't read the look on his face. It was softer than I expected it to be. Fang wasn't exactly known for being warm and fuzzy. He hadn't got to the position of president by holding people's hands and telling them it would be ok. It made me wonder why he was doing it now. “No.” I continued to stare at Iris. She was clapping her hands wildly as Violet rode circles on the lawn on her little bike. The sight of my daughter in her little denim cut, with its tiny Little Legs badge should have made me smile, but I couldn't bring myself to feel anything at a
IrisThere was something feral in his brown eyes. It wasn’t lust. It was need. An animalistic need that threatened to engulf us both like a wildfire if we let it.I wanted to let it.I wanted to burn right along with him, because that's how it felt. Like we were both being consumed by a fire so hot that it would leave nothing but ash in its wake. That's how Cyber made me feel. How he had always made me feel. Right from the moment his handsome face had pinged up on my laptop. I should have known when that tiny spark ignited that it wouldn't be so easily put out.“Up,” Cyber growled, his tongue trailing around my belly button. His fingers hooked into the hem of my panties, and he pulled them down my legs easily as I lifted my hips. I was laid bare to him.“You're so damn beautiful, Iris.” His eyes swept over me, darkening the more he looked. A pit opened in my stomach, panic making bile rise in my throat. I was too exposed. Too vulnerable. My hands moved to cover myself and the fire i
CyberFuck.The feel of her clenching around my fingers, drawing me, was almost enough to make me go off like a rocket against my zipper. She had me so turned on, I felt like a teenager. By God, she felt good. My mind wandered. What would it be like to feel her clenching around my cock? How long would I actually last when I was finally in her body again? I wasn't sure whether I would be able to last long enough for her to cum before I exploded in her. I had waited too long. Years too long.And now the time had arrived, my own body threatened to ruin it all. Curling my fingers up inside her, I pressed down hard on the bundle of hidden nerves that so many men had a hard time finding. I had never had those problems. Pleasing a woman was something I was good at. Not that Iris was just any woman.She was my woman. Or at least, she would have been if things had been different. I shook the thought out of my mind. I needed to stay in the here and now.“Cyber.” The nails that had been scraping
Cyber“Where’s Violet?” Iris' voice was strong as we stepped out the front door an hour later. Monster turned from his perch on the stairs, casting a glance behind him. The smile on his lips died at the looks on our faces.I knew what he saw. The way Iris’ face was strained, her hand loose in mine. If I hadn't gripped it so tightly, she would have pulled away from me completely.It had taken a lot for her to say the words that I had been dying to hear, and I had hurt her by not even acknowledging them. It wasn't even that I didn't want to say it back, because I did. I didn’t know what had stopped me.“Asleep.” Monster’s eyes caught mine and his eyebrow arched in a silent question. “I put her on the sofa. Maggie is in there with her.”“I should go and check on her.”My hand tightened around hers. “She's fine, Iris. Let her sleep.”Her eyes blazed in her head and for a second I thought she was going to rip her hand from mine. “I just want to check on my daughter, Cyber.”“Our daughter.”
IrisFree? That's what he had said. It was almost like Monster had thought I'd wanted this. That I had wanted Cyber’s death. It was never him that The Family was after. It had always been Fang. The almighty president of the Savage Sons. Why they had wanted him taken out, I didn't know. I hadn't dared to ask. How could I not do it? When it came to a choice of freedom for me and Violet, I had grabbed it with both hands. And I’d hated the Savage Sons, or more specifically one member of them.Cyber.The man I had been told had killed my dad. The man who drew me into his world of darkness and pain, and then left me there undefended. I jumped at the chance of hurting him. Even if it was through the club.Never in a million years had I expected to find a family of sorts with the enemy, and I sure as hell hadn't thought seeing him again would stir up all those old feelings.I hadn't expected to fall in love with him.Or for him to be innocent.The note slipped into Violet's coat the day Cy
IrisThe thin stick in my hand with its two blaringly obviously blue lines confirmed what I already knew.I was pregnant, and it was Cyber’s.Again he had managed to knock me up in just one night. It might have been funny if he wasn't dead. If he had been there to share the joke with me. I could picture his grinning face clearly in my mind's eye. Of course, I had no way of knowing whether he would be happy or not. He might have been mortified, but I didn't think so. He would have taken it as testament of his virality. Of his manhood.God, I missed him. Dropping the stick to my feet, I let my hand sweep over my still flat stomach. It wouldn't be long until it started to swell. Then there would be the constant doctor’s appointments, scans and such. All of which I would have to do alone.Just me and Violet, and the little boy or girl I was growing in my body. I wasn't sure I could cope with doing it alone. Without even a single friend to share the little milestones with. I wasn't afrai
IrisIt was almost like we had never been away. Almost.Maggie's house looked exactly the same as it had when we had left. The only difference was then it had been warm and now, as the cab pulled down her long drive, there was a steady sheet of rain falling from the low hanging grey clouds. “Maggie!” Violet’s excited squeal echoed around the confines of the back of the cab as we finally pulled to a stop. Smiling, I wiped my hand over the glass. Maggie stood at the bottom of the wide steps that lead up to her porch. Her wide smile put any doubts about my welcome at ease. The old lady looked good. There was no cane in sight.Violet squealed again, and throwing open the door, she launched herself into the rain. Her booted feet squelched as she sprinted around the car as fast as she could. I would have been mad if it wasn't so nice to see. Slower, I made my way from the back, clutching our small overnight bag in my hand. The rain that plastered my hair to my head felt good after so many
CyberI knew she was going to faint before she did. It was clear what was going to happen from the way her eyes widened and the blood drained from her face when I spoke. Not that I could blame her.It wasn't exactly how I had wanted to tell her I was still alive. But what choice did I have? When she collapsed onto the grass, I moved without thinking. But not before I cursed Maggie out. She had known I was there, waiting for a glimpse of them. The two most important people in my life. And she had sent Iris out into the rain without warning her.What could she have even said anyway? Oh yeah, I know you think Cyber’s dead, but he’s not. SURPRISE.“Mommy?” Violet's blue eyes peered at me from beneath her lashes as I stepped through the front door. Her young face creased with worry, but, God, it was good to see her again. The last few months had been hell. The club was in turmoil with Fang going into hiding. He couldn't be seen if he was meant to be dead.“It’s ok, sweetheart.” I wanted to
Gretal“You’re home.” In an instant I was off his bed and rushing towards him, yanking his head down to mine so I could kiss his lips greedily. It was instinctive, the kind of greeting I had given him in the old days when I had missed him every second that he was away from me. Before things had all gone wrong. Hansel untangled himself with a small chuckle. “Of course I’m home. I said I wouldn’t be long.” Even as our lips parted, his hands were closing around my waist, keeping me close to him. “I like the way you say it, by the way.”Craning my head up to look at him, I arched an eyebrow. “How I say what?”“Home, that I’m home. Although I wouldn’t call the clubhouse our home, not unless you want to live here of course.” His eyes crinkled as he smiled.“Anywhere you are is home, Hansel.” The words left my mouth before I could stop them. Not that they weren’t true. They were. I was tired of being away from him. Sure, we had a lot of shit to sort out, but we were older now, wiser. I knew
HanselHow was it possible that Gretal had disappeared into thin air? I knew it wasn’t possible, but that’s what it felt like. Like she had literally vanished. I knew it wasn’t the case but that’s how it seemed, The club was out in force, scouting the streets, making calls to any and all contacts that could help, and so far, there had been nothing. Not one damn sighting. And I hated to admit it, but I was losing hope.No Gretal and no Pope. It weighed so heavily on me that I found it hard to breathe. Slowing the bike, I ripped the bandana from around my chin and nose, sucking in a deep lungful of cool night air. It still wasn’t enough. Was it possible to suffocate from panic? That’s what it felt like. Like someone was squeezing the life out of me. That’s when I saw it. If I hadn't slowed, I wouldn’t have. Squealing to a stop, I snapped my head back, looking over the hedge to the parking lot. Pope’s bike. I was sure of it. How many years had I ridden alongside it? I would know it a
GretalPulling my phone from my pocket, I ignored the barrage of messages from my husband that flashed up on the screen the moment I switched it on. He was worried about me, mostly because he knew I was about to do something stupid. Except it wasn’t stupid. It was justice. Keeley deserved to be avenged, so did those other girls.So did I. Swiping passed them, I clicked on the camera option, checking my face out. I looked good. My lips were ruby red and glossy, my lashes thick with mascara, my hair curled around my face in soft waves. I looked good enough to eat.And I hoped Pope would think so as well. After all, if he didn’t take the bait then all of this was for nothing. He would fall for it though; I knew he would. Men like him always did. They thought they were superior. That they could take what they wanted without asking. And Pope wanted me. I had seen it in his eyes in the way he had looked at me. I had thought he was just being overly friendly, trying his luck a little. Bu
HanselIt was growing dark when we pulled up outside the Son’s compound. I had ridden without stopping all day, desperate to get back to them. To tell Fang and the others what I suspected. No, not what I suspected. I knew it was true. I didn’t need Sylvie to tell me. The evidence was written all over her face. It dripped from the agony in her voice.“Off the bike, love.” I wanted to be patient with her, but time was already running out. I needed to get her somewhere safe and then I needed to get to The Otter, I would have gone there first if the clubhouse hadn’t been nearer. I hoped to find him inside. And I could exact my revenge without having to worry about my wife and her whereabouts “Hansel, please.” Sylvie was back to begging, she had been nagging in my ear for hours. And she would have the exact same response to it as I had given her before.Nothing.I tugged her off the bike. The prospect who had been lounging by the front door smoking a cigarette straightened as she gave ou
HanselMoney swapped hands easily enough. I had done these kinds of drops often, so it was no big deal. What was a big deal was the fact I was miles away from Gretal and she wasn’t answering her phone. I had been calling her pretty much nonstop. It was one thing The Judge telling me she was fine but I wanted to hear her voice. To see her in person would have been better, but I could tell if she was really ok by her voice. I knew her well enough. Leaning heavily on my bike, I fished my phone out of my pocket. My fingers pressed the redial button without looking. I didn’t expect her to answer, so far she hadn’t, so I was surprised when she picked up. “Hansel.”She sounded breathy, like she had been crying and was trying to hide it from me. “What the hell is going on, Gretal, are you crying?” Doubt ripped through me. She was upset. I had been right when I thought something had happened but I had taken The Judge at his word that he would protect them. Had I been wrong to do that? “No
Gretal“Is she ok?” I raised my eyes wearily as Gypsy came into the small living room. She flopped down on the chair nearest the window with a sigh, her fingers plucking to move the drapes away so she could look down at the dark street below. “Yeah, she's alright. I gave her a mild sedative. She will hopefully sleep until morning.” She sighed again. “There's some…” She swallowed hard, and I could tell by her face that she was reliving her own attack. I had heard briefly what Gypsy had been through. And it had been horrific. “There's some tearing and bruising. A condom was used so we don’t have to worry about pregnancy or sexual transmitted infections. Not that it makes it better, but at least she doesn’t have to worry about that.” Yeah, I agreed with her silently. At least she didn’t have to worry about that. “God, I need a drink.” Darcie was on her feet, her voice shaky. “Yeah, a drink sounds good.” We all deserved one. And being above a bar we were in a perfect place for one. O
HanselThe clubhouse was oddly quiet when I emerged the next morning. I had expected there to be at least some girly chatter. Since Gretal had come back, the common room seemed to be filled with girly chatter. But there was none and it made me feel oddly ill at ease.One look at Fang who was pacing the length of the room, like some agitated bearded squirrel, and I knew I had every right to feel worried. Making my way over to him, I swung him around to face me. “What's happened?” One glance at his face and I knew something had, his face was twisted in misery. “Where's Gypsy?” Another look around and I was sure she wasn’t there. None of the women were, not even the club girls had surfaced yet, the whole clubhouse felt like it was grieving. There was only one thing to put that kind of misery on his face and it was if something had happened to Gypsy. “What's happened? Fang talk to me.”“She rang and said she wasn’t coming home for a few days. She sounded…” His voice broke and he cleare
GretalIt was worse than anything I could have imagined. Maybe because I had known Keeley since she was eighteen years old - the sweetest, most pure soul I had ever met - it hit me harder. She was huddled on the floor behind the counter and one look around told me she had put up a hell of a fight. There were shattered plates and glasses all over the floor. A smear of blood on the floor. A tiny amount of blood but it seemed to stand out in stark contrast. And then my eyes found her. And it was worse than anything I had ever seen before. And I had seen a lot of bad shit.Keeley half lay, half sat in the foetal position in the farthest corner. Her whole body was shaking. Her usually silky blonde curls lay limp against her wet cheeks. There was an ugly bruise on her left cheek and around her throat. Like someone had wrapped their hands around it and tried to squeeze the life from her. But it was her eyes that hit me.They were wide and haunted. I knew the look on her face because I ha
GretalLying in bed with a man who wasn’t Hansel, when I could still feel the wetness of my orgasm against my panties was pure torture. It didn’t matter that Gio wasn’t touching me, simply being next to him felt like a betrayal.All of these years apart and I was still worried about betraying my marriage vows. Sure there had been other people, for both of us, but that was because we were apart. Being back under the same roof as him was bringing up feelings that I thought I had buried. And I was good at that. Burying my feelings for him. When I had been forced to work at The Candy House, when I had been forced to sell my body, I had turned my feelings of love into those of hate. I had thought he had forsaken me, but then he came back. He had literally knocked me off my feet again, like some avenging hero and made it all better, and all the hatred evaporated. Because I loved him. I had always loved him and I always would. “You seem tense, Gretal?” Gio’s voice spoke from the darkness.