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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
The Biker's Rules 21 The beach walk
Date = 9 NovemberPlace = San Francisco (Damion’s house)POV - MelaenaI wake up clinging to a pillow that smells like Damion and I take a deep breath, enjoying the familiar fragrance. What a great dream — I kissed Damion. Not that I haven’t dreamed it before, but this time is different — it felt more real. I softly touch my lips. So real.I roll onto my back with a big smile and open my eyes slowly, not wanting to let this dream end.“Good, you’re up.” I look lovingly at the guy sitting on the side of the bed. This really is an almost perfect dream.“I was getting tired of your snoring.” I jump up, pulling the covers with me. I look around frantically. This is not my room. And just like that, reality hits me and the asshole is back.“I don’t snore!” He laughs and then hands me a cup of coffee. My mind is looping trying to decode what’s real and what’s not.I eagerly take a sip of the hot beverage. If I ever needed a cup of coffee it would be right now. Hell, I think I need a whole pot
The Biker's Rules 22 Badboys fall the hardest
Date = 9 NovemberPlace = San Francisco (Damion’s house)POV - Damion“So, what are we making?” She jumps onto the counter and the scent of my soap comes to me, light and familiar, and I fucking love the idea of her covered in my scent — and I love it even more that she’s covered in my shirt.I purposely didn’t pack shirts, only pants, since my pants are too big.I move between her legs, putting my hands on either side of the counter, boxing her in. I bend forward so we are eye to eye. Hers are dark and buzzing and skeptical as she stares at me. Then, there is the slightly unsure posture, saying she is at least a little out of her element and knows it. If she only knew how over my head I’m feeling she would probably laugh.“So, it’s we now?” I tease, “And here I thought I am supposed to make the food so you can fall in love with me.”“I think it’s too late,” she murmurs as if to herself, and as if she said too much, she adjusts herself with a scowl. “Let me help. What are YOU making?”
The Biker's Rules 23 Meeting Harry
Date = 9 NovemberPlace = San Francisco (Mel’s house)POV - MelaenaThe house is empty, and I fall onto the sofa and fling my legs over the backside. I take my phone from my pocket and message Kiara.Mel: Where are you bitch? I’m home.She answers almost immediately.Kiara: Date. C U soon. Mel: Bring burgers. Starving.I urgently need to talk to my best friend, about … what? Me and Damion? What we are? I’m not sure there even is a WE …Oh, I know WE crossed the line. I know WE kissed. WE even slept in the same bed. And WE are a secret. Oh, and WE are so confusing. But are WE together? Is this really real?I’ve realized that my feelings for him are real — whether it’s love or hate … or a combination of the two that’s still up for debate. There’s definitely a sizzling itch of desire. And I’ve seen a side of him I’ve never seen before.Knock. Knock.There’s someone at the door and as I didn’t lock it, I just yell for the person to enter.Anticipating one of my brothers, I glance over the
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