Ride To The Edge (Lucifer's Saints MC) (Rough Riders MC Series Book 4) (21 page)

Pyro gazed at Catrin with a death glare. “Next time you accuse my old lady of somethin’, you fuckin’ clear it with me first.”

“Enough,” Eve said as she took over the conversation again. “We have Jake and Brad in custody. Time to make them earn their keep.”

“Damn straight,” Pyro offered.

“Catrin has never interrogated someone with witness protection. I need my two best officers on the job today so leave your cuts and follow me, please. You’ll be riding in a cage—or shall I say my SUV—today. Are you two ready for this?”

“There’s never a better time than the present,” I remarked dryly.

“Good. Then let’s go.”

Pyro and I looked at one another before we followed her out into the hot Vegas sun and climbed into the SUV.

I couldn’t help but smirk as the vehicle drove away from the clubhouse.

This was my life and although it was far from perfect, I had a beautiful ol’ lady, two wonderful kids, a job I truly did enjoy doing and on top of that, I got to break the law and get away with it. Who wouldn’t want to be apart of a one percent club?

Especially when that club was the Lucifer’s Saints.

A
lthough it was shortly after three in the morning, I laid in my hotel bed, getting myself off at the same time Hardy was as he talked dirty into my ear. Well, near my ear. We were Skyping so he could watch me play with my pussy while he stroked his dick.

We both came at the same time as he said something about shoving two fingers up my asshole and I gushed all over my fingers.

“Oh my God,” I murmured as I slowly came down off a high that had my body soaring.

“Just another ten days of this shit, and you’ll be home, love,” Hardy replied.

“Yeah, I know, and I can’t wait.” I cleaned myself up with a warm towel I’d already prepared as I began to ask him about his day and what he had planned for the following day.

“Well, we got a breakthrough in the case so there’s that. I’ll be home until around five in the evening so if you want, call early and you can see the kids,” he said casually as he cleaned himself off with a handful of Kleenex.

“Where you goin’?” I asked nonchalantly.

“Now you know I can’t tell you that—it’s confidential. I won’t be here though but the kids are in good care. Trista, Chantal, Harley and Estelle are giving Kassandra and Beatriz the weekend off. They’re gonna be staying with the kids,” he explained.

“Why do I feel like it has more to do than them just being nice?”

“It does but you don’t have to know why. All you need to know is that they’re safe.”

“Okay. I trust you.” I sighed. “I also have a concert tonight since it’s technically Saturday so I will talk to you later today. Love you.”

“Love you, too. More than you know.”

I placed my fingers against my lips and tapped my phone before we ended our Skype call.

This was my life.

A husband who was both a good guy and a criminal, an awesome job as the lead singer of Winter’s Regret, two beautiful children and the occasional travel when I wasn’t writing songs or in the studio.

I loved it all and it was mine for as long I wanted it, and that was definitely for the rest of my life.

The ride continues with Cricket and Chantal’s story in

Ride To Vindication

Book #5 in
The Rough Riders MC Series

Autumn, 2016

I
couldn’t move.

My hands were tied behind my back with thick, industrial strength rope that chafed my skin, while my legs were also roped together at my ankles. I’d been sitting in the same position, nude and on threadbare mattress in a dank basement for so long, my whole body felt numb.

Every now and then, I’d fall to the side but the rancid smell of urine and other bodily fluids made me sick to my stomach. Knowing they were mine made it even worse.

I had no one to blame for my current predicament other than myself.

Perhaps my sister was right. Our aunt had had too much confidence in me, and my ability to pull off a delicate operation that required skill, finesse, and the right amount deception that I obviously didn’t possess yet.

Talia had told us both I wasn’t field ready but in my heart, I wanted to prove her wrong. She had this great career, glamorous life and sexy biker husband. A part of me wanted to root around in the filth and soot too. I wanted my perfect porcelain flesh sullied, and I craved the outrageously un-PC alpha male too. I wanted to know what it would be like to have all that manly flesh, covered in tattoos, smelling of motor oil, leather, and cigarettes to put his hands on my waist, grab me close and hold me like he’d never let me go.

I’d gotten what I wanted—all of that and more.

In fact, I made the impossible happen—a club member of the White Knights MC had fallen in love with me. And not just any member but the President of the only charter left.

Jake Decker.

After everything he’d been through and the club had gone through, they’d shifted through the detritus and built themselves back up, even if they couldn’t announce themselves to the world. After all, they were still fugitives—wanted by the FBI.

Still, they’d managed to survive, sold drugs, and lived right in the heart of Lake Tahoe though they’d left Nevada and set up shop on the California side—the rough part that wasn’t glitzy and featured gambling, money, and million dollar homes.

The Tahoe they resided in almost felt abandoned with its rough areas ripe for dope dealing, houses that had seen better days and deserted businesses between those that still managed to survive. We could have been in some forgotten area of Detroit and I doubt it would have looked much different.

That’s where the White Knights made their money but Jake lived on the outskirts of Lake Tahoe in a decent home, a nice neighborhood and a place where he could blend in as just a family man. It was working class but people looked out for one another and he knew all his neighbors. They knew his children, and they’d even gotten to know me.

However it was that little shit, Brooklyn, who could never quite trust me. Carly Landers seemed too good to be true, and perhaps she was. I’d made her more of a caricature of myself when I should have been doing some of the best acting of my life. I should have been harder, tougher, stronger, and had a Plan B in place just in case everything else failed but I didn’t.

Hence the predicament I found myself in now.

I couldn’t stand the stench of the mattress any longer and moved myself back into a sitting position on my numb ass while I rested my head up against the wall behind me. I was coming down off the Oxycontin they’d doped me up with and the withdrawal was a son of a bitch. The mattress was filthy now but wait until I started to detox. It was already slithering through my veins as my body broke out into a cold sweat that had me burning up yet freezing at the same time. I banged my head against the wall in frustration and cried out.

The door to the bedroom opened and I glanced over to see Brooklyn sidle in while Jake walked several steps behind him. His gorgeous blue eyes failed to meet mine while he kept his stare at his brother’s back.

Brooklyn was a fucking sadist but I suppose Jake still had some feelings for me because there were things even he couldn’t make himself do. He had hurt me—don’t get me wrong—but his was methodical, psychological, and emotional.

“Looks like someone needs a little medicine, doesn’t she?” Brooklyn grinned, his blond locks grown out and pulled into a ponytail while he wore only a five o’clock shadow.

All the members had gotten rid of beards. If they kept facial hair, it was either a goatee or a five o’clock shadow. They’d changed their appearances and now looked like grunge rockers from some reject nineties band.

However one thing neither Brooklyn nor Jake could change were those arctic, ice-blue eyes. I didn’t understand how Jake had ended up with them at all with Brad being his biological father but one glance at Stella and I knew because she had them too. Unlike her late old man’s ice-blue eyes, hers had striations of silver gray and Jake had inherited them. Brooklyn had the Decker ice-blue eyes though and they were enough to make my blood run cold.

He backhanded me across the face. “I asked you a question, bitch. Are you ready for your medicine or not?”

I looked down at body on display and realized though I should have been ashamed of being nude in front of them, I was more worried about the life growing inside of me. What was I doing to him or her? However, if I started going through detox, it probably wouldn’t matter anyway because I’d probably have a miscarriage.

I nodded my head wordlessly as Brooklyn grabbed me and sat me forward on the dirty mattress. My feet touched the ground and the cramps seizing through my battered body eased up the moment he stuck the needle in a blue vein he found easily on my arm, pulled back to make sure blood flowed into the needle before he injected the drug inside me.

I sighed and closed my eyes, my chapped lips parted as my tongue slid over them.

Brooklyn grabbed me by the nape of the neck and whispered in my ear. “How do you wanna pay, little Miss FBI agent? You want my cock in your mouth or your pussy?”

I allowed my eyes to slide open and glanced over at Jake who met my gaze coldly. I arched one of my eyebrows as I twisted my mouth into a smile.

“I want you to fuck me. Jake shouldn’t be the only one to enjoy this fresh piece of pussy, should he?”

“Fuck yeah.” Brooklyn began to undo his pants as he chanced a look over his shoulder. “You sure you wanna stay for the show, bro?”

“Sure,” I interrupted. “Let him stay, let him watch you fuck me. I want him to see what he’s reduced me to—the woman he used to love above all others.”

The coldness in Jake’s eyes disappeared for a moment before it appeared again. He couldn’t look away from me nor could I look away from him, not even while his brother untied my ankles, spread my legs open and began to fondle me.

“Fuck, bro, her pussy is tight. You mean you let this get away again ‘cause you found out she was an agent? We coulda used her to get back some of the brothers.”

“That would have never happened, Brooklyn, and you know it. Besides, it wouldn’t have brought back Sheryl. She meant the world to me before this duplicitous bitch came along and made me fall for her charms. She made me believe we had something worth fighting for . . . something that was real.”

“It was real, you son of a bitch!” I shouted. “You’re just to chicken shit to admit it in front of your bro. So, what? You wanna whore me out? You wanna watch while your brother fucks me? Make a drug-addicted, cum bucket out of me? Go ahead because you aren’t really hurting me—you’re hurting yourself.”

“What does that mean?” His voice was almost too soft to heard.

I ignored him as Brooklyn slid on a condom, pushed me down on the mattress, spread my legs and entered me roughly. “Fuckin’ A—that’s prime pussy right there. I can feel her walls clench around my cock.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Jake yelled this time.

I dealt with the low moans from his brother as he fucked me like he was starring in his own personal porno.

“Because I’m pregnant.” My eyes never left his as I continued, “and the baby is yours.”

Coming September, 2016