*PLEASE BE AWARE THAT THIS EXCERPT CONTAINS VERY STRONG LANGUAGE AND GRAPHIC SEX*
Prologue
Wrong place, wrong time. We’re all familiar with that old
adage. But when it happens – when you actually are in the wrong
place, at the wrong time, the consequences can be devastating. Heartbreaking.
Life-changing.
I was in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
It was the day my world changed forever.
And nobody paid the price.
I’m about to change that…
I look down at my left
hand, tilting it just slightly so the neon light above the bar catches the
perfect diamond solitaire that sits comfortably in the center of the white-gold
band. The smile on my face has been pretty hard to shift since Aiden slipped
the ring on my finger less than twenty-four hours ago. I’d thought I was
deliriously happy before, but now I’m positively walking on air!
Aiden Franklin, the love
of my life. We’d grown-up together, known each other since the day we were
born, which just happened to be the same day. It felt almost like fate; as if
everything, our whole lives, had been mapped out for us. We were destined to be
together, I truly believed that, and I never once questioned it.
Our fathers had been
best friends. They’d met on the Superbike circuit, becoming inseparable as the
years had gone by, almost like brothers they were that close, until a heart
attack had cruelly taken Aiden’s dad’s life two years ago. He’d only been
fifty-three. No one had seen it coming, and I know Aiden still misses him so
much. We all do. As far as my dad is concerned, it really was like losing a
brother.
They’d both married
girls who were as much into bikes as they were, and they too had become best
friends, doing everything together, including falling pregnant at the same
time, hence mine and Aiden’s almost synchronized arrival.
So it stood to reason
that Aiden and I would grow up together, around the one thing that had brought
all of our parents together – bikes. He’d followed in his father’s footsteps
and become a regular competitor on the Superbike circuit, winning various
titles and becoming a pretty big name on the scene, especially back home in the
UK , not to mention most of Europe . I became a team mechanic, working with Aiden and
my dad as we traveled the world taking part in tournaments and rallies. And I’m
not saying my life is perfect; I’m not sure anyone’s ever is. But I’d like to
think it comes pretty damn close.
And now, with Aiden’s
proposal still ringing in my ears, I don’t think I’ve ever felt happier. Tomorrow,
here in North Carolina , he’s competing in a
race he’s being tipped to win, which, if he pulls that off, could make his name
much more prominent here in the US
‘What’re you smiling
at?’ Aiden asks, noticing the dreamy expression that’s been permanently fixed
on my face since yesterday. I can’t help it. I’m a tomboy, yes, but even
tomboys aren’t averse to a little bit of romance now and again.
I look up at him. He’s
so handsome with his dark, messed-up hair and deep green eyes. No. That dreamy
expression could well be here to stay. ‘I’m just happy, that’s all.’
He smiles too, and I
let my stomach indulge in another round of breathtaking somersaults. Why not?
Tomorrow I’m going to be back in my overalls, up to my eyes in grease and
engine oil, so I’m making the most of every last second tonight has to offer
me.
‘One more for the road?’
Dad asks, turning to face Aiden and I. I’m so close to my dad. My mum died from
cancer when I was just twelve years old, and having no brothers or sisters
meant it was just me and my dad from then onwards. So, yeah, I’m a daddy’s
girl, but I’m no princess. He brought me up to love bikes and beer and hang out
with the boys. A former Superbike champion, my dad – along with Aiden – is my
world. The only men I’m ever going to need.
‘Do you want to stay
for one last drink?’ Aiden squeezes my hand and I nod and throw my dad a smile
before he turns to give our order to the bartender, a friendly young man with a
myriad of tattoos who’s been super-charming to us all night, even more so after
he found out we’d just gotten engaged.
We’ve been celebrating for
hours now, in this small but friendly local bar. We’d been joined earlier in
the evening by some old friends of my dad’s who live here in this small town in
North Carolina, but they’ve gone home now, and we should really be doing the
same. We all need a good night’s sleep so we’re ready for tomorrow. But it’s
been such a lovely night, full of laughter and reminiscing, and it’s going to
take me some time to come down from cloud nine. But we really should be heading
back to the hotel after this last drink. Aiden’s got a big day tomorrow and he
needs to be at his best.
‘I love you, Izzi,’ he
whispers, leaning forward to kiss me gently, and just the touch of his lips
against mine – a familiar feeling, but one I know I will never tire of – sends
my heart racing and my stomach flipping all over again. ‘I love you so much.’
I place my hand against
his cheek, my fingers stroking his skin, my eyes locking with his. We’ve known
each other our whole lives, yet sometimes it feels as though we’re seeing each
other for the very first time. The connection we have is something I’m not sure
everyone experiences even once in their lives, and I never take that for
granted. We’re very lucky.
‘I love you too,’ I
whisper back, returning his kiss, his fingers tightening around mine as the
kiss deepens. And then we suddenly pull back, remembering where we are, and we
laugh like the teenagers we’d once been when our dads had caught us kissing
behind a burger van at a bike rally that summer we’d finally realized the whole
brother/sister kind of relationship we’d had as kids wasn’t working anymore.
We’d moved on.
We were laughing so
much I hadn’t even noticed the music stop, hadn’t realized everything had gone
quiet. But now a whole different kind of noise fills the bar; shouting, screaming,
something that sounds like a gun being fired… more than one gun.
More screams.
So much screaming…
Mack
‘Mack! Mack, come on,
wake up!’
‘Jesus Christ, what the
fuck’s the matter with you?’ I open
my eyes and fix Duke with a look that could kill. At least, I hope that’s how
it comes across because, right now, I’m still feeling the effects of last
night’s party. ‘I’m trying to sleep here.’
‘You said someone had to
wake you before two.’ Duke sweeps a collection of empty cans and bottles from
the table in front of me into a black refuse sack. The noise it makes is way
too loud for my somewhat delicate head, and I wince as I haul myself up into a
sitting position. Yeah. Probably moved a bit too quickly there. ‘You’ve got a
sit-down with Viper and his crew at half past, remember?’
‘Yeah,’ I sigh,
standing up and running a hand over my hair. ‘I remember.’ I look around the
clubhouse at the carnage surrounding us. Must’ve been one hell of a party. Just
wish I could remember it. ‘Hey, Duke, go make me a coffee. A strong one. And
stick a bourbon shot in there, too.’ Might as well go down the old
hair-of-the-dog route.
Duke throws the refuse
sack over his shoulder and heads off to the kitchen at the back of the clubhouse.
He’s a good kid is Duke. One of the best prospects the Soldiers of Darkness have
had in a while. It’s about time he was patched in, and I make a mental note to
organize that as soon as possible. I can’t see there being any objections.
Everyone likes Duke. He does as he’s told, and his loyalty is unquestionable.
I head off down a long
narrow hallway towards one of the rooms away from the main part of the clubhouse,
the ones we use when we need or want to crash here at the compound. I could do
with a shower. I feel like crap, but I don’t have to look like it. This
sit-down with Viper and his crew is an important one. It’s business we
desperately need, and I’ve got to have my head in the right place or they’re
gonna look elsewhere for another MC to work with. Viper makes good money
dealing drugs and guns, along with all the other shit he does on the side,
whereas we’ve had a pretty slow year on that score. On any score. So far. I’m
determined that’s going to change.
Nudging the door open
with my shoulder I roll my eyes as I’m faced with Odi, my VP, sprawled naked on
the bed, sporting a hard-on any man would be proud of. And then I look to his
left, and I understand why. An also-naked, dark-haired young woman is lying
next to him, her legs slightly spread, and I feel my own cock start to kick
into action. Shit! I’ve got an
overwhelming urge to go over there and ram it straight into her; it wouldn’t be
the first time I’ve woken a woman up that way. And none of them complained. But
the thought of fucking someone next to a naked Odi is enough to make my cock
retreat. Instead, I walk over to the bed and literally kick his ass.
‘Wake up, shithead. And
put some fucking clothes on.’
Odi’s eyes spring open,
his embarrassed expression making me chuckle as I fling his jeans and boots at
him. His companion’s awake now, too, and her expression verges on nervous as
she pulls the sheet up over her naked body. She got nothing to be nervous
about. She’s going nowhere, I’ve already decided that. My cock’s taking charge
again, telling me I need something to chill me out before the sit-down, and
she’ll do just fine.
‘Where’s the fucking
fire?’ Odi mumbles, pulling on his jeans and raking both hands through his dirty-blonde
hair.
‘Go help Duke with my
breakfast.’ I turn to look at his companion, throwing her my best smile, the
one all the women fall for. It never fails to reel ‘em in, I mean, come on! I’m
one good-looking son-of-a-bitch, not to mention President of the MC that,
basically, runs this town. I’ve never had a woman turn me down yet. And this
one, she’ll be no different. I can already see her expression changing, her
eyes staring me down as she slowly lets the sheet drop a little more. ‘What’s
your name, darlin’?’ I haul out the full-on Kentucky
‘Shit, Mack…’
I don’t look at Odi, I
don’t even acknowledge his presence. He’s done here, and he knows that.
I wait until the door
closes behind him before I unzip my jeans and set my throbbing cock free. I
almost sigh with relief, but instead I let my smile grow a little wider as her
eyes fix on my dick.
‘Come here, honey.’
She throws the sheet
aside and kneels up, stretching her arms up above her head, which means I’m
treated to a front-row view of her pert, round tits – they might be real, they
might not be, at this moment in time I don’t give a fuck – her nipples hard and
inviting. But it’s her pussy I’m after. I need to be in there, and quick. I
need to piss real bad, but I need to fuck her more.
‘I said, come here.’ I
almost growl the words out, and I can actually see her shiver, her breasts
shuddering slightly, which does nothing to stop the growing ache in my groin.
And then she leans forward and crawls towards me on all fours, her eyes never
leaving mine and I’m so fucking ready I almost come there and then. But I wait,
because I know what she’s gonna do, and I didn’t even need to instruct her. She
knows what I want.
I close my eyes, my
heart beating wildly in anticipation, and the second her mouth wraps around my
cock I let out the longest groan of utter relief. Her tongue’s working its
magic as it flicks lightly over the tip before she pulls me further in, an
invitation to do my worst, and I thrust against her, not too harshly, I’m not a
complete asshole. I keep my eyes closed, my fingers buried in her dark curls as
she grasps my balls, and I let out another groan. This won’t take long, I can
already feel it starting, feel the blood pumping so fast around my body I’m
this close to passing out. Jesus!
She’s pulled me so far in I can touch the back of her throat, and as she gently
squeezes my balls again, causing me to give one last thrust, I feel that relief
I so badly need start to rush out of me. I’m coming, so fast and so hard it’s
making my head spin, but I can’t stop. And she’s swallowing as fast as I’m
coming, Christ! This one knows
exactly what she’s doing.
I feel her pull away
from me and I finally open my eyes, watching as she wipes her mouth with her
forearm, licking her lips just in case she’s missed anything. And then she lies
back and spreads her legs wide. I can see heaven and beyond, and my cock ain’t
complaining. I smile, a slow smile I’ve perfected ‘cause I know it gets them
hot, before I kneel between her long, tanned legs and ram it into her with a
force that makes her scream out loud, but she loves it. They all do. Like I
said, nobody’s ever complained.
I place my hands on her
knees and keep her legs wide apart as I continue to thrust into her, my eyes
focused on her tits as her body rocks back into the mattress. Her howls of pain
and pleasure wash over me, a turn-on I crave, and as I come once more, spilling
out inside of her, she lets out a particularly high-pitched cry. This girl’s a
screamer, but I like that. What guy doesn’t like a girl who shows her
appreciation?
‘OK, darlin’. I think
we’re done here.’ I pull out, completely satisfied now. ‘Time to get that
pretty ass of yours outta here.’
She knows the score,
which means she must’ve been here before. I’m not sure she’s one of the regular
club whores that hang around the compound, but she’s obviously savvy enough to
know how it works around here, especially if you’re lucky enough to be fucked
by the President. But I only ever fuck ‘em once. I ain’t ever fucked a woman
twice, and I ain’t about to start any time soon.
I barely acknowledge
her as I walk over to the mirror, smiling at my own reflection. I don’t look
all that bad, considering I spent most of last night consuming vast quantities
of bourbon and beer. At least, I’m assuming that’s what I did, seeing as my
memories on that score are still pretty vague. But my head’s in the right place
now. That quick fuck has seen to that. I’m ready for another day at the Soldiers
of Darkness MC, a place that’s been my haven forever.
This club made me.
This club saved me.
I’m about to enter my
tenth year here as President, and I’m determined it’s gonna be the best year
yet. Because I owe this MC everything. Without them, I’m not sure where the
fuck I’d be…
© Michelle Betham 2016
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