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The Biker's Rules 13 Dresses, booze, and stupid men
Date = 5 NovemberPlace = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - MelaenaA neon sign lights up above us. INFERNO. I drive around the building to the private parking area at the back. Inferno has three entrances … the front, for anybody … but being underage I can’t go in there. The club’s bouncers are extremely strict and thorough — even with me.Then there’s the VIP entrance on the side. To get in there you need to be a somebody … and not just any somebody … one of the very special somebodies that are important enough to qualify for a special disk. Without the disk, you’ll have to wait in line like anybody else.And then there’s the third entrance … the one I’m heading to know. This one requires another disk … the closed-circle one — for family and friends only. This disk opens a gate to a private underground parking area with a staircase leading straight to the VIP section on the second floor. The only area, except for the restaurant, where I’m allowed to go — yet.I park the car and Lucinda’s
The Biker's Rules 14 Hangover
Date = 6 NovemberPlace = San Francisco (Paws and Claws)POV - MelaenaDamion took me home.The thought is trying to sink into my hangover tequila brain. At this very moment, it’s all working against me … the shame, the headache, the nausea, the lack of sleep, my annoying friend … and it all combines to leave me cranky and yearning for my bed.I’m contemplating turning around and running back to bed and never getting out of it again.And the sunglasses are not helping. The sun is so bright and the sky so blue, a pleasant wind blowing through my hair — I feel like punching the heartwarming day in the face, grabbing it by its ear, and beating the shit out of it until its heart is a little less warm.“You look like shit.” Of course, Kiara will disapprove of my current state. You would not catch her dead in public looking like this — jeans, a hoodie, and unbrushed hair bundled in a crow nest on my head, held in place with a clip. And no makeup.Too bad. She forced me out of bed this mornin
The Biker's Rules 15 Something real
Date = 6 NovemberPlace = San Francisco (Mel’s house)POV - DamionBANG BANG BANG“Go left,” Logan shouts, “we’ll attack from two sides.” I move my man to the left.THUD I’m hit.“Fuck.” I duck my man behind an old car, trying to find the shooter.BOOM BOOM“It’s Sean … on that building,” I say.“Keep him busy. I’m going in.”I shoot to cover Logan so he can take out Sean.BANG BANG BANG BANG“Holy fuck!” Someone touches my shoulder.I jerk and crank my neck, at the same time pulling off my headset. It’s Mel. She’s home. My mouth moves into an automatic grin.Because of this planned game date, I was forced to leave her with that stuck-up trainer. The one that makes my gut turn. But now she’s here.Logan notices her “Wait, guys, girl in the house. I’m going to pause,” he says into his mic and then he removes his headset as well.“Hi, Sis, you’re home.” He says in the sweetest voice he can master.“What are you doing in my house?” she pries, crossing her arms. Her eyes are balls of fire
The Biker's Rules 16 Red balloons go by
Date = 7 NovemberPlace = San Francisco (Mel’s house) (Scoma’s Restaurant)POV - Melaena“Ouch,” I grimace as I lift the razor. Blood trickles from just below my knee where I nicked myself with the blade. I hate shaving my legs, but I hate waxing even more. Carefully I glide the razor over my knee, removing the last bit of golden hair. I rinse it away under the tap.Now for under my arms.I wipe the steam from the mirror and stare at myself. My intestines pull into a knot as I look into my own eyes, trying to ignore the message my ‘windows to the soul’ portray back to me. My deepest, darkest secrets; the ones I’m desperately hiding from everybody — including myself — I have more feelings in my right tiny toenail for the devil I hate, than I have for the guy who is picking me up later.How messed up is that? And what’s more, I want that devilish naked body sprawled over mine. That there is not just messed up, it’s juiced up crazy.And even worse is that the devil was right. I do want a
The Biker's Rules 17 A little tumble
Date = 7 NovemberPlace = San Francisco (Scoma’s Restaurant)POV - Damion“Are you gonna order a third dessert? Or are we leaving?” She has a point. We’ve been here since four. That’s what the message said … Scoma’s. Pick you up at 4.Now it’s nearly six and there’s no sign of her or the douchebag.“Can you tell me again why we are here exactly?” I stare into her teasing face. If she wasn’t one of my most favorite people on this earth, I would probably have strangled her by now.Why are we here? That’s a very good question. One I don’t exactly have an answer for — except … stupidity. Maybe jealousy. Or possessiveness. None of them are very good answers.Then my heart does a double-take triple-somersault with a fucking headstand, leaving me gulping for air.She walks in with that stuck-up puppy trainer, in the shortest, sexiest, milk-pink dress that curves tight against her perfect body. And the little zipper holding in her cleavage makes me pay fucking attention.“What type of dick-tea
The Biker's Rules 18 The truth finally told
Date = 8 NovemberPlace = San Francisco (Damion’s house)POV - MelaenaI’ve never been to Satan’s lair… aka Damion’s place. Not once. Never been allowed, or invited, for that matter. Okay, granted he’s only been staying on his own for about two years, one of which I haven’t been around, but still.And now I look at the breathtakingly beautiful two-story in awe. It’s mainly constructed out of limestone, with lots of glass, separated by iron and wood. It almost looks like a modern take on a mountain cottage, complete with a chimney and everything. It’s just bigger, much bigger than I imagined, and L-shaped with a hipped roof. Somewhere in my mind, it tickles a familiarity button, but I know I’ve never been here.As I walk on a pathway edged by green shrubs, colorful blooms, and shining lights, I gawk at my surroundings. I think we need to find another name for this … it’s more like an angel’s retreat. A dark angel.It is surrounded on three sides by a forest, with the trees creating omin
The Biker's Rules 19 Listen to your heart
Date = 8 NovemberPlace = San Francisco (Damion’s house)POV - DamionI stare at the tiny black-and-white photo in the locket. It’s old and a little faded. But it clearly is a family — mom, dad, brother and sister.“That’s Harry and his family.” Jackson is walking up and down my living room. It’s the Blackburn way of thinking … they all do that. But they also have their own unique thing too.For instance, Mel would rub a piece of cloth, usually her sleeve, between her thumb and index finger — indicating that she’s either deep in thought or pretty anxious.Logan takes the locket from me. “This locket came from the person who stabbed you?” he asks as confirmation. I remember that Jackson shoved something into Axel’s hand before they took him away. I’m just not sure why he didn’t tell us about it sooner.“Yes, I grabbed it while we struggled. I almost got the fucker’s hood off too, but I was a little short of breath.” Jackson stops and stares through the large window into the darkness. It
The Biker's Rules 20 Trying something new
Date = 8 NovemberPlace = San Francisco (Damion’s house)POV - MelaenaMy nose wriggles at the scent of garlic and melted cheese, and if I’m not mistaken, something caramelized in sugar. “Smells good.” My stomach purrs.He slouches over the counter, opens some tinfoil, and sinks his pearly-whites into a big piece of cheesy garlic bread. Moaning, he closes his eyes. “Mm, good.”My mouth waters.He polishes off the leftover piece, puts on some lemon-green mitts, and removes two glass dishes from the oven before placing them on the counter next to the bread and potato salad. I stare at the food. Chicken pie and sweet sugary carrots. Not what I was expecting. But better.“I thought your mom brought takeaways.” He laughs and I hate that I love the way it sounds.“Oh, honey, Haley Grimm doesn’t do takeaways.” Another reason why she would be the perfect mother-in-law. Too bad her son is so annoying.“I think I might just be in love with your mom.” I reach for a piece of bread, but he pulls it
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