GypsyFang was gone longer than I thought he would be. I had assumed when he told me to take my clothes off that it had been some not-so-subtle ploy to get me naked in his bed.And then he walked off and hadn’t returned. I couldn't sleep. Not because I wasn’t tired, I was, but because I knew that my actions earlier that night would come back to haunt me. I had fallen easily back into the old me. Taking charge, barking orders, patching up the injured. It was scary how quickly I had reverted back to the woman I had been before I was Gypsy. And it hadn’t gone unnoticed. I had seen the way Fang had looked at me. The way he had narrowed his eyes as he watched me work.If he had been suspicious before, he was even more so now. And that was all my fault. I should have acted like the other women. Screamed and cried and acted like any normal person would around a gunshot. What I shouldn’t have done was fall straight into doctor mode.Sighing, I turned onto my back, flinging an arm across my
FangI saw her blink slowly as the meaning behind my words finally began to sink in. Her mouth opened under my thumb, and she gave a startled little sigh.I knew it was a lot to take in; it was a lot for me as well. I had fought against my growing feelings for her for weeks. But I was finally fed up with fighting them.I liked her. Every hippy dippy crazy inch of her. And she liked me back. I knew that. Even when she was spitting venom at me. Sure, it was a volatile relationship, but sometimes the best ones are. She drove me insane with her stubborn ways but they just made me want her more.“Fang,” she finally whispered. “Me and you together makes sense, Sunflower.”She laughed, not a low happy chuckle, but great big belly laughs that filled the quiet room and caused whoever was in the room next door to hammer on the wall angrily. “It makes no sense at all and you know it. We are totally different...”I didn’t want to hear it, so I silenced her with my lips, pushing her back down i
FangShe didn’t sleep and neither did I. Sure, I pretended I was asleep. I purposely kept my breathing low and even against the back of her neck, but every time I actually closed my eyes, my little sunflower would wiggle back a little more. Her bare ass rubbing up against me.Either Gypsy was faking being asleep like I was, or the girl was having some seriously horny dreams. Not that I minded either way. I loved the feel of her, even if it was making me have the worst case of blue balls I had ever had.“Fang?” Gypsy whispered my name into the dark room. Outside, I knew that the sun would be beginning to peek over the horizon, but the blackout drapes kept my room dark and cool. I hesitated for a second, trying to figure out whether I should answer her or not when she spoke again.“I was a doctor.”At first, her words didn’t make sense. I couldn't compute what or why she was telling me that, and then it all came back in a rush. I had asked her a question. One she had refused to answer
FangBlearily, I opened my eyes. At first I wasn’t sure what had woken me from the deepest sleep I had had for years. And then it sounded again. Someone was hammering the shit out of my closed door. Loud and insistent.Cursing, I swung my legs from the warmth of the bed. Gypsy moaned softly as I slipped away from her. Her hand reached for me.Without thinking, I bent to press a chaste kiss on her forehead. “Go back to sleep.”Where the sudden sweetness had come from I didn’t know. But I didn’t regret it. Something had changed between me and Gypsy, maybe because she was finally being honest with me, or maybe it was simply because I was letting myself actually feel something. Someone knocked again, louder this time.“Alright, I’m coming.” Padding naked to the door, I swung it open, using my bulk to hide whoever was knocking from seeing the room behind me. “Took you long enough.” Hansel’s face was pensive. His eyes flicked past me and I moved myself to block his view more fully. Not
GypsyI had expected to wake up alone. When I finally opened my eyes and rolled over to peer sleepily at the clock on the bedside table, it was almost eleven, but I could hear the shower from the half-opened door of the bathroom.Not only had Fang stayed with me, but I had slept. Actually slept for the first time in years. I had forgotten how good it felt to get more than an hour or two at a time. Of course, it could’ve had something to do with the mind-blowing sex.Fang hadn’t torn the orgasms from my body like he had the first time we had come together, instead, he had coaxed them. Over and over again.He had been almost loving. Something I never thought I would say about him.“You're finally awake?” He appeared in the doorway, a towel perilously low on his hips. Water dripped down his throat and snaked down his bare chest, and my eyes followed it before I could help myself. He really was delicious without clothes on. Of course, he looked delectable when dressed as well. I let mys
Fang“What have you found out?” I couldn't wait any longer. I knew I was being impatient, but I needed to know what Cyber had found out. Even if he had found out nothing. The younger man paused before he looked up from the laptop he had propped up on the bar. There was a frown on his face that I didn’t like very much.“Cyber?”“You’re not going to like it Prez.” He sighed, resigned to the fact that he had to tell me whether he wanted to or not. “I can’t find any trace of Gypsy earlier than five years ago. Before that she didn't exist, or at least, it looks that way.”It wasn’t what I wanted to hear but I had been half expecting it. She put on the air of being a hippy but there was something positively not free-spirited about her. Bobby’s words echoed in my head. She had a stalker, a bad one. She had run.Of course she had changed her name.“She bought a share in our bar, she must exist.” My eyes narrowed on the younger man. “Follow that paper trail, Cyber.”I knew he wanted to get ba
GypsyOne minute I was doing yoga in the small, paved yard, trying to stretch my body so my mind would clear from all the negative thoughts that were swirling around it, and the next, Fang, giant burly president of the Savage Sons MC had me in his arms, his mouth hungrily devouring mine. I kissed him back. It wasn’t sweet or caring, it was passion more like anger, but that was us all over. Darting a hand between our bodies, Fang tore the stretchy material away from my crotch. I should have been angry, but part of me understood his eagerness. I couldn't wait either.The need for him to be inside my body was all consuming, burning away any rational thought I had. “Fang.” I nipped at his lip, drawing it into my mouth hard as his panting breath washed over me. I didn’t know what had gotten into him, but I liked it. It almost made me laugh. It probably would have if I hadn’t been so busy kissing him. Just a day earlier we had hated each other. Although hate might have been a strong
Fang“So, who are you again?” I studied the woman sitting on the sofa opposite me and frowned. I didn’t like her. I couldn't work out why, but there was something about her perfect face that set my teeth on edge.Gypsy had disappeared a few minutes earlier to put on some clothes, leaving me alone with the newcomer. “Melanie.” She smiled a smile that would have some men panting. It was sultry, friendly and told the world she knew she looked good. Yet I hated her on sight. And the more she opened her mouth, the more the feeling was cemented. I just couldn't put my finger on why. It wasn't just that she had interrupted us, there was something about her that didn’t sit well with me.Perhaps because she was the complete opposite of my Gypsy. “I’m…” She froze, her painted lips thinning. “A friend of Gypsy's father. He sent me down here to check up on her after the office received some paperwork saying you wanted her to sell.”“My dad?” Gypsy stressed the word from her place in the doorwa
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.