A Biker/Billionaire/Mafia Romance With my fingers gliding across his flesh, I kept contact as I moved around to his back and across the broad expanse between each shoulder. Afterward, I ran my fingers in a soft caress over the nape of his neck—God, how I'd always wanted to touch him in this way—and then began making my way over to the opposite shoulder, shortly coming around to his collarbone. Afterward, with a pivot of my fingertips, and practiced turns of my feet, I came a full one hundred and eighty degrees, facing him again. As I gazed into his eyes, my breathing increased, and I felt myself give a small pant as I moved my fingers down to his chest... Shattered-Way down we Go" - A heart-wrenching tango of love, loss, and redemption unfolds as Marlowe Mills, the daughter of the president for The Sons of Morning Star MC, is secretly in love with Torin Montero, a member of her father's MC, who becomes her father's rival and her silent protector. However her love is torn apart by a brutal betrayal. When the embers of their past reignite, Marlowe finds herself in the treacherous embrace of a Mob boss's son, entangled in a web of obsession and danger. But fate has a twist in store: Torin lives, scarred and driven by his own vendetta. As the lines between love and vengeance blur, Marlowe must choose between the comfort of the shadows or the tumultuous dance of destiny.
View MoreThe night was long and tense, the air thick with the smell of gasoline and dust. We had blocked off the entrances and set up makeshift barriers, turning the warehouse into a labyrinth that would slow down any intruder. The brothers had armed themselves with what we could scrounge up—pipes, knives, and a couple of handguns. We were ready to fight, but we were all acutely aware that we were outmatched."Marlowe," Surgeon called out, his voice low and urgent. "We need to get into position."I nodded, my heart racing as I took my place at the top of a set of stairs that overlooked the main floor. From here, I could see the entire area where we had set our trap. The plan was simple—make them think we were easy prey and pick them off as they approached.The radio crackled to life again, and we all held our breath. "Sons of Morning Star, this is Rook," his voice was strained, but strong. "You've got one last chance to leave us alone. If you don't, we'll bring the whole damn place down on you
I didn’t argue, knowing that staying would only make things worse for both of us. With one last look, I slipped out the back door, the night swallowing me up.The woods were dark and foreboding, but I knew the layout of the land. I had been here before, on rides with Rook and the others, and I had a good sense of direction. I had to trust that.The sound of the bikes grew fainter as I pushed deeper into the woods, my heart racing. I didn’t look back, didn’t dare to hope that Rook and his brothers would come out of this unscathed.The crunch of leaves underfoot was the only sound as I made my way through the dense foliage. I could feel the eyes of the forest watching me, the shadows playing tricks on my mind.And then, I heard it—the unmistakable crack of a twig snapping. I spun around, ready to fight. But it was too late. A hand clamped over my mouth, and a strong arm pulled me into the shadows."Mar!" Houseshoes voice hissed in my ear. "You need to come with me, now!"I nodded franti
On the third night, as I lay there, the sound of a bike grew closer, and I held my breath, listening for any signs of trouble. The door didn't open, but the sound grew louder until it was right outside the window.I jumped to my feet, my heart in my throat. Peering through the dirty pane, I saw Rook's bike, and I threw the door open, letting the night air wash over me.He climbed off his bike, his eyes searching the darkness before he saw me. "Mar," he said, his voice rough with emotion.I rushed over to him, and he wrapped me in his arms, holding me tightly. "I missed you," he murmured into my hair.I stepped back, my eyes searching his face. "What happened?""We've found out who the real rat is," he said, his voice laced with anger."Who?" I gasped."Not now," he said, his hand on my arm, steering me back inside. "We need to get out of here before anyone else shows up."The drama unfolded quickly after that. We packed up what little I had left and left the safe house behind, the eng
The streets were quiet, the only sound the hum of the engine as we sped through the city.We arrived at a new location, an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. The headlights cut through the darkness, revealing a handful of bikes parked outside. The Raven's had gathered for an emergency meeting.As I stepped out of the car, the tension was a cloak surrouding us. The members' expressions were grim, and I could feel the anger radiating off of them. Rook was there, his eyes bloodshot, a bruise already forming on his jaw."What's going on?" I demanded, my voice shaking."We're being set up," he snarled. "The cops are looking for a reason to take us down. Jax is dead, and we fucking didn’t do it!"The room erupted in shouts and curses. My knuckles turned white as I gripped the edge of the table, my entire body trembling."We split up," he continued. "Find out who Jax was dealing with. We're not going down without a fight."With that, the group dispersed, everyone eager to do thei
As Rook’s words dropped between us, he took my arm, guiding me, and as we made our way through the crowd towards the back, Tonya grabbed Rook’s arm. "Be safe," she whispered.He nodded. "I will," he assured her.The alley behind the Hideout was dank and narrow, the perfect place for a private confrontation to turn into a brawl. Keeping me close against his side, we made our way over to Rook’s bike. Handing me the spare helmet I’d used earlier, he murmured soberly, "This is club business and shouldn't affect you in any way, Mar. So, you should be safe. I'll be in contact when everything's clear. Now, let’s get to what we need to." Afterward, he climbed onto his bike, avoiding my eyes.With a heavy heart, I straddled the bike behind him, my arms tight around his waist. The engine roared to life, and we sped off, leaving the Hideout behind us.Minutes later, as we pulled up to my apartment, I climbed off the bike, and looking at me, his eyes glinting in the moonlight, he instructed, his v
The Hideout was a dingy place, the kind that had seen better days. The smell of stale cigarettes and cheap whiskey lingered in the air along with an underlying tension. The counter was crowded with what I assumed were regulars. I recognized Tonya from my days at the Raven’s compound, Rook spotted her as well, his eyes narrowing as he took in her nervous glances. He leaned closer to me, speaking into my ear so only I could hear, "She knows something."I nodded, my eyes flicking over Tonya. She had always had a soft spot for Rook, and I knew she would be willing to help if she could. As we approached the bar, Tonya slipped away from the group, meeting us halfway, her eyes pinned on Rook."What's going on, Rook?" she whispered, her voice trembling.He didn't mince words. "We have a snitch. Someone's been selling us out to the cops."Tonya’s eyes darted about the room before she spoke, "I think I know who it might be," she said in a hushed tone. "But I need to be sure before I say anything
I sat, clutching the phone in my hand, feeling more alone than I had ever before. I couldn’t just sit, waiting to hear something, for something to happen; I would drive myself insane if I even tried. Instead, I decided to go for a walk to clear my head. The night air felt good against my skin, and it helped to calm my racing thoughts.As I wandered the streets, in the distance I began to hear the rumble of motorcycles, and I felt my heart skip a beat at the sound. Chances of it being Rook and the other members of the Raven’s was slim, but there was always a possibility. As I quickened my pace, the sound grew closer, and I ducked into an alley, my heart pounding in my chest. If it wasn’t the Raven’s, I didn’t want to be caught on the street alone.The bikes began roaring by, and as they did, I caught the Raven’s emblem on the back of their kuttes. Stepping out of the shadows and onto the street, I watched as several passed, before one of them peeled off from the pack, slowing down and c
In the weeks that followed, Rook's visits to the bar became more frequent, and each time he walked in, the atmosphere seemed to shift. The customers liked him—his rough charm and easy smile were engaging.On occasion I’d catch him silently gazing in my direction and I felt a pang of something I hadn't felt in a long time—jealousy. It wasn't that I wanted Rook for myself; because I didn’t, it was more the way he looked at me, with a genuine concern that seemed to have vanished from Lucien's eyes. Lucien and my stolen moments together had begun to feel less like a romantic escape and more like a dance with the devil, each step bringing me closer to the fire.As the night passed, the bar remained packed, with Rook's laughter ringing out above the clinking of glasses and the murmur of conversations. The air was filled with the scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of nostalgia for simpler times, when I had worked the bar at the compound.Finally, as th
The next day was a blur of uncertainty. Each time the phone buzzed, I’d find myself hoping it was Lucien, and my heart would skip a beat, yet in the back of my mind, was the nagging voices of both Jess and Brian telling me to be careful. Their caution wasn’t something I could just dismiss as merely a friends’ concern.Was I jumping too quickly after all? I couldn’t help but wonder. After all, what did I really know about Lucien? 1. He was gorgeous. 2. He made my heart beat for the first time since Torin’s death. 3. He was damn good in the sack. And 4…He was a Mob Boss’s son.Earlier that day, I'd found myself restless, and had decided to head into work early. I'd kept myself busy for most of the time, but now the steady flow of customers had begun to lag, and with a small sigh, I picked up a cloth and began wiping the counter down.When I’d finished, I was in the process of folding the cloth to set aside, when the hairs on the back of my neck stood up under the tingle of someone's gaze
(Trigger warning: This story contains drug use and explicit adult content.)**MARLOWE**A light flush of sweat coated my skin for I needed a fix, and I needed it badly, so when Auriella held out the pills in her hand, I took them from her without question, quickly swallowing them with a drink from my bottled water. "Your dad wants you in the room tonight, he said you have a request," she told me, watching me recap the bottle.I grimaced. "Do I have to? You know what happened the last time."She gave a small snort. "Of course you do," she quipped, her tone that of disbelief I was even asking. At fifty-two, Auriella was my dad's ol' lady, as well our House Mother, and it was her job to make sure everything ran smooth within the compound, as well the clubhouse, and just like my dad, she ruled it all with an iron hand. I'd seen her beat the shit out of some of the girls for a simple eye roll when they didn't like what they had been told to do. I didn't like Auriella much, and she didn'
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