All Chapters of The Heaven Hill Series: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Struck stupid seldom happened to Liam Walker, but it sure as fuck happened when those words left her mouth."The dark side, huh?" he grinned slowly, the words flowing out like smooth bourbon.Her stomach fluttered as she looked into his blue eyes. They were warm with affection and something dangerous as he looked her body up and down. She realized that she stood there for him like porno flick brought to life."The dark side," she confirmed. "Although my dark side and your dark side might be two different things," she giggled softly.She watched, her eyes wide, as he grabbed her hand. Pulling her up alongside his body, he turned to face her.Reminiscent of their first kiss, his big hands framed her face and held her in place as his mouth bent down towards hers. When their lips touched, she brought her hands up to grip his biceps, hanging on for dear life. He invaded her personal space, crowding her against him as his mouth ate at hers. Arousal bloomed in her stomach, stronger

"Rooster, you got nothin' on me," William appealed to the young man he'd known since birth. "What you have is a bunch of circumstantial bullshit.""Pretty good bullshit though, even you gotta admit that. We have Tyler Blackfoot at Meredith's house hours before the newscast. What she said implicated your club in the death of a prominent citizen."Grinning, William interrupted, "We are Harley enthusiasts.""You wanna talk about some bullshit? That's the biggest load I've heard in a while. You're fingerprints are all over this, William.""Then show me. Where are they? What can you pin on me? Because if you can't, then cut my ass loose."Rooster got up from his chair and walked over to the door. "You know what? I think we might have some more questions for you. I can legally hold you for twenty-four hours, and I think that's what I'm going to do. Maybe I can even dig up an old warrant.""Fuck you, Rooster.""My name is Officer Hancock, don't forget it."William smirked. "Do

"So I talked to Mom last night. To see what she had to say about Richard."Liam groaned. He really didn't want to talk about club business, especially not after the amazing night he'd had with his lady. However, he knew this was important. There had to be a reason that Richard was looking into framing the club, and he needed to know why."Do tell.""According to her, there was a power struggle at one point between him and Dad. During that power struggle, Mom says that she and Richard got close. What she meant by that, I don't know. She wouldn't go any deeper into it than that. She did tell me that Richard wanted to break off into his own charter, and Dad wouldn't approve it. They had a protection run for Jeffrey Norris. Apparently he was skimming off the top of the books for the city and buying black market electronics. He would in turn sell them on the street for a straight profit. That money then came back into the drug trade. Mom thinks that Jeffrey and Richard had a back-end

"As alone as we can be with a clubhouse full of people around," she quipped."I wish we were completely alone. Just you, me, and the kids. I don't want all this other stuff, I don't need it right now. It stresses me out," he admitted. His eyes were jumpy and darted back and forth between her and the door.Understanding dawned on her when she realized this was his coping mechanism. He wanted to bury himself in her life to escape from his. Not deal with his Mom or any of the drama that whole situation brought. She had to get his mind on something else. Sex would never be the answer to any of their problems. "Besides, before we get some alone time I need to check on my kids, and I want to check on Meredith."He groaned, knowing that she was right. They each had responsibilities, and it wouldn't do to throw them to the wayside. After seeing his mother, he felt vulnerable. He hadn't been prepared to see her that soon, hadn't expected the anger that came so quickly. In retrospect he sh

Richard Joyce knew he had to do something. Bookies were this close to putting out hits on him, but one in particular was willing to deal. He wanted a piece of property located on Highway 185 that belonged to the club. If he could get his hands on that land, he knew he would be able to wipe his slate clean and perhaps live another year. A plan had developed in his head. He could give the bookie a small piece of the land and then take the rest to sell for a profit. The overage would allow him to set up residence elsewhere and stay alive. He had to get this taken care of and the sooner the better. The bank would know sooner rather than later that he'd begun to skim off the top. Prominent citizens of Bowling Green were bound to start noticing their bank accounts becoming smaller. Amounts taken out weren't exorbitant, but Richard knew that many of them kept a close watch on their accounts. His game was about to be up, and he knew it. Something had to happen, and it had to be now. When this