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.As we stood by his bike, he handed me the spare helmet I’d used earlier, murmuring soberly, "This is club business and shouldn't affect you in any way. So, you should be safe at home. I'll get a hold of you when this shit's over." Afterward, he climbed onto his bike, avoiding my eyes.As I straddled the bike behind him, my arms tight around his waist, the engine roared to life, and we sped off.A short time 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, "Remember, not a word to anyone.”"Not a word," I agr
(Suddenly, the phone in my pocket buzzed and I pulled it out, expecting another message from Rook, but it was a number I didn't recognize. Hesitantly, I answered, my heart racing."Marlowe, it's Tonya," the voice on the other end was frantic. "You need to get out of there. Now."I shot to my feet, my pulse pounding in my ears. "What's happening?""It's Jax," Tonya revealed, her voice barely audible. "He's been playing the Raven’s, giving info to the cops and the club. And now he's gone missing."Panic surged through me. "What about Rook? Is he okay?""I don't know," she said, her voice cracking. "Everything's falling apart."The door burst open, and Burdock rushed in, his eyes wild. "Time to go!”I didn't argue.Chapter 53 (continued as chapter 52 for mobo reader)As we sped down the backstreets, we only encountered another vehicle, occasionally. Minutes later, as pulled up in front of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town, the headlights of Burdock's car cut through the dark
On the third night, as I lay on the uncomfortable mattress, I picked up the sound of a bike and held my breath, listening as it grew closer before suddenly the engine shut off 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.As he climbed off his bike, his eyes searched the darkness before he landing on me. "Mar," he said, his voice rough with emotion.I rushed over to him, and wrapping his arms around me he held me tight. "God I was worried about you," he murmured into my hair.I stepped back, my eyes searching his face. "What happened?""We managed to find out some things," he said, his voice laced with anger."And?" I managed."Not now," he said, steering me back into the cabin. "Get your things together, we need to get out of here before anyone else shows up."After packing what little I had, we left the safe house, and climbing on behind Rook, he fi
I knew that staying would only make matters worse and I gave one last look at Rook, then slipped out the back door, allowing the night to swath me within its darkness.The woods were dark, and I only had the minimalist idea of where I was going. I had been here before, but only a few times with Torin or Rook, and I had a good sense of direction. So, I had to trust in what memory I held of the woods.The sound of the bikes grew fainter as I pushed deeper into the foliage. I didn’t look back, I didn’t dare. All I could do was to hope Rook and his brothers would come out of this unscathed. But I couldn't help knowing I might never see some of them again.The crunch of leaves underfoot was the only sound I made as I moved through the dense growth.The unmistakable crack of a twig snapping behind me had my head jerking up and I spun around, ready to fight whoever was sneaking up behind me. However, my effort in self-protection came too late as a hand clamped over my mouth, and a strong arm
It took us some time as we blocked off the entrances and set up barriers, turning the warehouse into a place that would slow down any intruder. The brothers had armed themselves with what we could scrounge up—pipes, knives, and a couple of handguns. Though ready to defend ourselves, we were all very much aware we could possibly be outmatched.As I pushed my hair out of my face after shoving the last barrier in place, I heard the radio crackle to life again, then a blast of squawks, and Surgeon's voice boomed out, "We need to get into position. Our brothers are outside."We began taking our positions, and I headed up the set of stairs that overlooked the main floor. The plan was simple—make them think we were easy prey and pick off the enemies as they came through the doorway.From outside, I heard Rook call through a loudspeaker, "Sons of Morning Star, this is Rook." His voice was strained, but strong as he continued, "You've got one last chance to leave us alone. If you don't, we'll b
We had to act fast, before anyone realized what was happening, and as Rook nodded, we both moved.He slammed his chair into the one-way mirror, the glass shattering and echoing through the room. As the guards rushed in, we made our move.The chaos gave us an edge and we used every trick we knew to avoid detection, knowing we had to get out before the station went on lockdown.When we made it out, we sprinted across the parking lot, dodging patrol cars and shouting officers.On foot, we sprinted from the station's parking lot and hit the street, the sound of sirens growing fainter in the distance the further we fled."Where are we going?" I shouted over the thumping of our footfalls."The Hideout," Rook answered.When we arrived at the bar, it was in shambles. The smell of spilled beer and gasoline hung in the air, and the remnants of a fierce fight were scattered everywhere.Rook swore long and expressively, before hissing, voice tight with anger, "Dammit, they tore this fucking place
The next few days were a blur of emotion. I told them everything I could remember about who my brother used to be, but could provide nothing on who he had become. As I did, it hit me, I had lost the man I had called my brother.The information gathering on Dillon, and the members of his club, continued. We looked for every weak point that could help us gain an advantage. We had been under the eye of the Sons of Morning Star club for a while now, so they were way a head of us. So, every member of the Raven's had a role to play gaining intel, and the tension grew taut as a bowstring.When the night finally arrived, and the weight of what I was about to do, my nerves began getting the best of me, and when I met up with Rook, he rested his hand on my shoulder, asking, "You're sure about this?"I nodded, as pulling in a deep breath, I murmured, "Let's end this."~~As everyone was already in place, it was as simple as walking out from the train yard, leaving a silent cavalry of shadows behi
"It seems, you’re my stepbrother,” I blurted. Then shrugging, I continued, “My mom…your dad."For a moment, something flickered in Lucien's eyes, something that might have been admission of former knowledge of the fact. But whatever it was, it was quickly hidden. "Okay, so?" he asked, his voice taking on a slight edge as he shifted a little straighter in his chair.“Well, don’t you think it makes our relationship a little…awkward?” I murmured."No. Do you?" Lucien's voice sounded like more of a snap than a question."Honestly? Yeah, I kinda do,” I returned, defensiveness entering my voice."And why should the fact your mom is married to my dad change anything between us?" he said, his laughter grating on my nerves like nails."Because we're family!" I exclaimed.Sitting straight up in his chair, he leaned across the table menacingly toward me, sneering, "You're not my family.”I stared at him, the hurt and betrayal burning in my chest. "You knew all along, didn’t you?"“That you’re my
Within minutes, I stood on the porch, my chest heaving, and my vision darkening around the edges, alerting me of the quickly approaching panic attack. “Not now,” I groaned. Drawing slow breaths, I filled my lungs with a breath of fortitude, and raised my head, at the same time reaching for the knob. Afterward, pushing at the double oak doors, I stepped inside, suddenly feeling as if I were on display as everyone within the room turned and looked in my direction.Beneath their gazes, I felt like the elephant in the room. Michelle Chastain, one of the more popular girls throughout school, and her flock of nasty, stared, their snide remarks immediately staining the air."Who let the trash in?" Michelle asked nastily. Several snickering bells of laughter followed her comment. Then, the queen of the bitch-squad continued, “Oh wait, it’s Catriana. I should’ve known. She’d slum it anywhere to get noticed."The words cut deep, but I had enough self-control not to let them show on my face. In
At Rook's words, I placed my hands on his chest, whispering, “Please, just let it go, Rook.”He stared down at me, then finally hissed disbelievingly, “Let it go? You want me to let it go?”Nodding, I breathed, “Yes, I want you to just let it go.”Minutes passed as the tense silence stretched and grew between us, indecision clearly at war within Rook as he pulled away and paced back and forth, repeatedly running his fingers through his hair, then coming back over to stand before me, and voice gruff, he stated, “I don't know if I can.”Seeing the tears that had begun to slip down my cheeks, he reached out, gently wiping at the moisture as it trembled on the curve of my lip.Unable to stop my actions, as having denied myself any form of affection for over a year now, I found myself suddenly beyond denying the comfort of Rook's touch, unaware until this moment of needing it so badly that I ached with it, I turned my face into his caress.I gave into the weakness for only a few seconds th
Description:Catalina "Cat" Denilli is a strong-willed and independent young woman who has recently moved back to her childhood home. Cat and her stepbrother, Rook, a former mafia and biker, now turned bar-owner, had shared a deep bond and a fiery chemistry that had simmered for years. Their lives take a dark turn when, on a seemingly normal night, Cat's traumatic past comes to the forefront during a heated misunderstanding and what emerges, no one had suspected.Book 2 is a supernatural dark romanceTriggers: Adult language, dark scenes, explicit sexual scenes, sexual assault, violenceChapter-01~CAT~Without warning, I was on the wrong end of a tackle that, in one swift move, had me sprawled full out on the floor on my back, with Rook sitting on top of me in nothing but his underwear. My head rested between his hands, that with one twist, would have ended my life.Suddenly stilling, he peered down at me in the moonlight shining in through the kitchen windows, as eyes huge and round
Over the next few days, we were like two animals trapped in a cage, fighting our instincts and our fears. We talked little, our communication mostly in the form of touch, of love-making that was both fierce and desperate.But as the weeks went by, our anxiety lessened, becoming more a shadow in the background of our lives, than the monster it had been.Though bound to the house, under the circumstances of the cartel actively seeking us, I tried to make the best of it. Torin getting nerves had become commonplace, but under it all, I knew the cause and tried to maintain.However, though the fear receded greatly, for me, it had never completely left. I couldn't speak for Torin, as he had always kept everything close to his sleeve, and in our time together in the safe house, that hadn't changed.After awakening one morning and nursing a cup of coffee, my phone rang, and picking it up I saw it was Casey."It's over," she told me. "You can return to your old lives."I sat for a moment stunn
Over the next few days, we were like two animals trapped in a cage, fighting our instincts and our fears. We talked little, our communication mostly in the form of touch, of love-making that was both fierce and desperate.But as the weeks went by, our anxiety lessened, becoming more a shadow in the background of our lives, than the monster it had been.Though bound to the house, under the circumstances of the cartel actively seeking us, I tried to make the best of it. Torin getting nerves had become commonplace, but under it all, I knew the cause and tried to maintain.However, though the fear receded greatly, for me, it had never completely left. I couldn't speak for Torin, as he had always kept everything close to his sleeve, and in our time together in the safe house, that hadn't changed.After awakening one morning and nursing a cup of coffee, my phone rang, and picking it up I saw it was Casey."It's over," she told me. "You can return to your old lives."I sat for a moment stunne
~MARLOWE~I wasn’t sure how the hell it had come to this. Witness Protection! Oh my God! Never in my life had I thought I’d ever be in this position. But dammit, that's exactly where I had found myself! I’d done everything I could to adjust. It just hadn't happened. The first few days had been awful. I'd run to the window every time I'd heard a vehicle, a motorcycle, even freaking voices!They’d told me that I had to cut all ties, leave everything behind, even my name. I'd assumed the name Rachel Peters, a young widow who had moved to a small town to start over. I'd felt like I was in a fictional crime novel, except it was real---all too real.Now though, just as I was beginning to get comfortable being Rachel Peters, Casey shows up in my living room, her voice grim, she immediately starts tossing out orders. "We have a problem and we're going to need to move you."Panic set in. Well fuck me! I couldn't help thinking."What's happened?" I asked, immediately setting about gathering my t
As the days went by, the boredom of the safe house began to drive me crazy. I had nothing to do. Thankfully, Casey kept me up on the progress they were making with the data on the USB.I was happy for the information she gave, but it wasn't enough. I needed to hear about Marlowe. However, no matter how many times I asked, the only thing I was told was that she was being protected. What the fuck did that even mean? Was she in witness protection, or not?A few more days had passed when, finally, Casey entered through the front door, her face unreadable. "The DA's ready to see you," she stated. "He's going to offer you immunity if you give him your full cooperation.""When do we leave?" I asked, more than ready to get this entire fiasco behind me."Now," she stated, "But one wrong move and the deal is off the table," she told me."Don't worry" I told her, bracing myself for whatever was coming.Minutes later, as we drove to the DA's office, I played over every situation that could possibl
I'd dealt with Casey quite a few times over the years and she always had a way of making me feel like I was the most dangerous man in the room, even when she had a whole squadron of cops at her back. When she finally pushed through the locked door leading from the offices and into the lobby, her eyes scanned me like a hawk eyeing its prey."What do you want?" she asked, not bothering to hide her disapproval."I got some information you'll be interested in," I told her, holding up the USB for her to see.Her gaze flickered to the thumb drive, then back to me. "What kind of information?" she asked, her voice suspicious.I hid a grin, knowing she didn't trust me. "The kind that will take down the whole Cartel operation," I replied, holding the thumb drive out to her. "Everything my uncle had on all his enemies, his partners, his dirty dealings."Her eyes narrowed, but she didn't reach for it. "What's the catch?""There isn't one," I replied. "Just take them down."Casey's eyes searched mi
~TORIN~I watched the chaos unfold from a distance, my bike idling between my legs. The flames coming from the warehouse lit up the night-sky, but I felt no remorse for the body inside being consumed by the fire. It was done, and the mother fucker had deserved his death.As I easily dismissed my uncle's life, my thoughts turned to Marlowe. I had played a dangerous game, yes. But the outcome had ensured her safety—even if it had meant losing her. I was ready to rest, but before I could, I knew I had one more matter to take care of…Lucien.The fire grew, a beacon of destruction and I knew it was only a matter of time before the police and fire department arrived; we had to move.Placing the toe of my boot on the shifter, I placed my bike in gear and Burdock and I began moving forward. In the distance I could already hear the wail of sirens approaching and I felt a smug satisfaction knowing the evidence of my uncle's crimes would soon be nothing but ash.We turned a corner, and the adrena