Semua Bab Her Biker Bodyguard: Bab 61 - Bab 70

MasonAll eyes were on Leilani and Phoenix as he walked her down the aisle, which was exactly what we wanted.My heart was beating slowly in my chest as I snuck out of Phoenix’s office, heading to my right. I moved along the outskirts of the room, going wide around the Rebels, getting into position.For the past few days, we’d been planning for this. Everything we’d done had led to this moment, and the gamble we were about to make could go horribly wrong, but we were hoping the men in this room were smarter than we had given them credit for so far.I saw a few other men moving along the outskirts just like me, dressed in suits so as not to draw attention, but they had the same aim I did. I caught Dow’s eye, and he made some inane comment that got a laugh, but it was actually a code for Ford to keep his bullshit going a bit longer to let us get into position.Finally, I was back where I needed to be, and I nodded at Dow again. Noble made another stupid joke, which was the sign for Ford

LeilaniFourteen months laterI laughed, fumbling in the dark for his belt.“Fuck I’m starving,” Mason said, pushing me back. “Forget that. I want this sweet pussy.”“Shh,” I said. “You’ll wake Ryan up.”“I think you’re the one who needs to work on being quiet.” He pushed me back onto the bed, and I landed, giggling, as he pulled down my panties, tossing them aside.His lips found my neck, kissing me softly, his hands between my legs, working my soaked clit. “I think about this all fucking day long,” he said in my ear.“Me too,” I whispered.His lips moved down my neck and down my breasts. He dropped down onto his knees and spread my legs wide, his mouth pressed against my clit.Pleasure rocked through me as he began to suck my clit, licking me and eating me ferociously. It’d been almost a day since he’d last touched me like this, and that was too long. Mason had been out on a job with the club, and I had been back at home taking care of our little son, Ryan. He was four months old, a

Jaguar“Fuckin’ Snakes been making moves on our turf,” Mason said.“Almost like they’re begging for a war,” Spoil agreed. He was thick and heavy, almost fat, but his size fooled many men that underestimated his speed.I laughed at the two of them. “Snake is half our fuckin’ size,” I said. “They’re not so stupid.”“Still pretty big,” Spoil said. “Might be they want to take a little piece of what we got.”“Let them try,” Mason grunted. He was a big man, scarred along his throat. “I been itching for a little fun.”I laughed, shaking my head. Spoil and Mason were the local chapter enforcers, and they pretty much thought about nothing but murder and violence, which was their job.Which worked just fine for me. “You boys know I love nothing more than breaking skulls,” I said, “but say we hold off.”“Whatever, Jaguar,” Spoil said.I poured the big men another shot of whisky and filled my own glass to the brim. It was late, and the clubhouse was pretty empty except for a few members and the u

Jaguar.“What the fuck did you get yourself involved with?”She shook her head, still clearly in shock. “How are you here?” she asked me.“Joined after you left. Listen to me, Veronica. What fucking happened? What did you see?”The story came out of her again, this time a little more clearly. Her friend Rod was clearly some low-level asshole in the Rebels, probably running some side deal to try to score points with the leadership. Clearly his deal went wrong.And the dumb fucking asshole had brought Veronica along. I had no clue what kind of insane club member would bring an outsider on a drop like that. He probably was trying to impress her or some shit, or at least that was what she said.So Rod gets fucking hit. The guys that did it grab the shit, grab his saddle bags, and ride the fuck off.With her purse in the bags, of course, which means they know who she is, and probably have some good reason to believe she was there.What a fucking mess. And to top it all off, she stupidly co

Veronica.I had never laughed so loudly in my entire life. The image of Daddy drunk out of his mind and angry as hell in that mud puddle was too incredible. The feeling of flying combined with that image made the sting of Daddy’s slap disappear.I held on to Jaguar’s ripped body as we drove. I didn’t care where we were going, so long as we just kept moving. I wanted to go forever, to ride on that bike forever, to get far, far away from Daddy and our shitty small town.Soon, though, Jaguar pulled off the main road down a gravel path. He stopped when we got to the end and climbed off.I stood up and stared at him. Jaguar took his helmet off and nodded at me. “You okay?”“Yeah,” I said. “Thanks.”“Come on.” He started walking toward some woods. I hesitated but decided to follow him. Jaguar was a little scary and had a pretty bad reputation, but I had never seen him do anything dangerous. True, he was cocky, and sometimes he’d said some pretty dirty things to me over the years. But frankl