All Chapters of Black Aces MC (The Complete series): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chelsea For one whole minute when my eyes opened I was totally oblivious to everything that, had happened the night before. I actually smiled. And that’s when it hit me. My father was dead. Like a freight train, it overcame me, a sob tearing its way out of my lips. My father was dead and I had forgotten. I had woken up and smiled because I was in a bed that smelt of Wicked. What kind of daughter did that make me? What kind of lousy ass daughter?“Chelsea?” Avery was there. Her hair sticking up in every direction as she skidded to a halt in the doorway. She looked like hell. Which was probably exactly how I looked as well. “What happened?” Her eyes were wild as they swept around the room. It was like she was expecting some kind of danger. “Nothing…” I was sobbing too hard to talk properly. “I just forgot… Avery I forgot.” A great hiccuping sob ripped from me. “Oh, Chels.” She crossed the room in an instant. Wrapping her arms around me so she could pull my head into her shoulder.

ChelseaRuin did his best to shield me from everything that was going on just like my dad had always done but as the day of Fenders funeral approached I knew he wouldn’t be able to for much longer. The police were always hovering about. Asking questions, taking statements. They had even questioned me. Much to Ruins dismay. He would have kicked off and gotten himself arrested if Cali hadn’t stepped in. The police hadn’t been happy about that. I was an adult, and just giving a statement. Why did I need a solicitor with me?Cali had been spectacular. Almost icy in her calmness and they soon stopped asking her to leave. I knew they were just doing their jobs. I completely understood that but I didn’t hold out much hope that they would find the person who pulled the trigger. I doubted they would even try very hard. We were bikers. Living in the grey area between what was right and wrong. Hell, most of the club had bypassed grey and gone straight to black. Or maybe red. Red was the colour

WickedI had made her cum. . Right there against the games room door. And she had come hard. I hadn’t meant for it to happen, but once I had trapped her against that door her fate was sealed. Rational thought left my head and my hand was down her panties before I even thought about it. I didn’t regret it though. How could I, when I had been dreaming of getting her off since the day I had driven her home from her fancy pants university? And she hadn’t disappointed me. Her body had reacted almost violently. Clenching around me. Drawing me in. Making me want more. It just made me want her more. And that’s where I had a problem because there could never be more between us. Not ever. It would rip the club apart and the club was my life. “Anyone suspicious?” I turned the finger that had brought Chelsea to orgasm only hours before in my mouth. I could taste her still. And every time I did it made me throb. What I should have done was pull those tight jeans down her thighs and stuck my ton

WickedThere was so much that I had wanted to tell her, and I came close. Especially in the first weeks after she left. I probably would have if she had once picked up my call or answered my messages but she didn’t. So I couldn’t tell her my secrets. I couldn’t forget the dismissive look in her eyes the last time we spoke.I missed her.Me, Wicked. Missed my best friend’s little sister. A girl who had grown up into a beautiful woman. I wasn’t sure how I had missed it. It was like she suddenly appeared in front of me, out of the blue. And all of a sudden I couldn’t think of anything else. That was the scary thing because she was all I could think about. That wasn’t good when my mind should be on club business. As president of the Black Aces, the club was my responsibility. I just couldn’t get her out of my mind. People were starting to notice as well. I could see it in their eyes when my own glazed over. They knew something was going on with me. It was almost comical, that some co

WickedShe had been so easy to find. Even without the tracker on her phone, I would have been able to manage it. All I had to do was follow the trail of lame-ass college boys with their dicks out. Not literally of course but it might as well have been. And one look at her showed me why they were gravitating around her.She was dressed like a damn stripper. A tiny pale pink top that dropped obscenely low in the front and had no back at all and a denim skirt that barely covered her ass.She looked hot as hades. And it made me pissed as hell.The fact she was with her preppy ass boyfriend Bennet made me even angrier. Of all the men she had lining up for her attention, she chose him. She chose him. But I didn’t make any move. What right did I have when all she was doing was dancing with a guy I knew she had been seeing for months? She was an adult. Something she reminded me of at every possible opportunity like I didn’t already know. And she could dance with anyone she wanted. Even if