Four Hour Fitness dropped her gym bag into the trunk of her ca, and droveto hertwo bedroom apartment in Iowa City.She pulled into the underground garage, grabbed her things, and headed toward the elevator, r lieved that her roommate, Kellie,was out of town. She‟d have the place to herself for a couple of days, which meant that she wouldn‟t have to listen to the sound of Kellie and
her boyfriend, Jac, going at it in the other room
all hours of the night She had to admit, listening to Kellie when she was havingthose „mind
orgasms‟, as she so fondly called them, wa
Especially for someone who‟d decided not to have
sex until she met the „one‟. „The
who seemed to
be taking his damn sweet time in finding her.
“You should get y
ourself a vibrator,” said
had confronted her about keeping
he noise down the previous weekend. “Maybe you
‟t be so weird about it
“If not wanting to listen to other people
having sex is being weird then I certainly don‟t want
to be whatever it is you consider normal.”
“God, you take everything so fucking
eriously. I‟m just giving you shit. Although,” she‟d
smirked, “you have to admit, you‟re way too uptight
about sex. You‟re twenty years old, for God‟s sake.
You need to get your freak on, Jessica, like the rest of
“I‟m not uptight
and I don‟t need to
‟m just tired
from not getting any sleep,”
. “I mean, come on
the morning? You‟d be pissed
if you had classes
at seven and were u
p all night, trying to block out the
howling in the next room
u could at least keep it
down. That‟s all I ask.
“Honey, you can‟t keep good sex down. If
you had it, you‟d know what I mean.”
“Whatever. At least turn up the damn music.”
The truth was
they fought about more
than just the obnoxious grunting
coming from Kellie‟s room. They argued about
groceries, cable and electric bills, or where things
belonged in the apartment. It certainly wasn‟t fun
going home at night, and Jessica pretty much knew
what she had to do
find herself a
move back in with her mother
, Frannie. At least
she‟d get more sleep and not have to put up with
Kellie‟s bullshit. Unfortunately, that meant she‟d also
have to move in with Slammer, her mom‟s biker
fiancé. Not only was he intimidating, but he was
president of the Gold Vipers, a motorcycle club
o part of.
Admittedly, she actually liked Slammer and
not at all what she‟d expe
cted, with his easy
and funny stories.
Sure, every other word was
„fuck‟ and he smoked like a chimney, but he
, his „Old Lady” as he liked to call her, like a
he was even
Jessica. But, as
far as she was concerned, he was still in a gang and his
way of liv
ing wasn‟t the kind she wanted for her
mother. She‟d even
tried talking Frannie out of
Slammer several times, b
apparently the two of
them had already fallen “hopelessly in love”, so it was
like talking to a wall. Even when Jessica mentioned
act that bikers in clubs like his were always
breaking the law and ending up in prison, she‟d come
“Slammer says that the Gold Vipers
aren‟t like other MC clubs. They‟re more like a band
of brothers who look out for each other and their
s. Everything they are involved with is totally
Frannie was so gullible, it was frustrating.
cross her fingers
Slammer would keep her out of anything illegal. If he
did try to involve her mother in any
way, and she got
word of it, Slammer would find his ass in jail faster
than he could light his next Camel. Her mother meant
everything to her and there was no way she‟d sit back
quietly or turn the other cheek. Frannie was close to
retirement and she didn‟
t want her mother spending
any part of it in prison.
Looking forward to a quiet night, Jessica
pushed the thoughts of her future stepdad away, and
took the elevator t
o the third floor. Humming to
he walked down the hallway to her
locked the door, and
she was about to turn the
grabbed her from behind, his arm locking around her
like a steel vice
. She tried to scream but
immediately cut off by
a gloved hand clamping over
her mouth. The smell of leather and gasoline made
growled into her. He
began groping her breasts. “Oh, these are nice
, she tried struggling, bu
t it only made
him laugh. Desperate to get away, s
he tried biting
through the glove
“Bitch,” he snarled, squeezing her mouth so
hard, her jaw ached. “Figh
t me and you die.
Whimpering, Jessica ignored his threat and
slammed her elbow into his stomach, remembering
defense class she‟d taken b
efore college. The
instructor had said to fight for your life at any cost.
Scream, kick, do whatever it took to get away, or the
chances of surviving were slim to none.
The man grunted, but instead of releasing her,
he grabbed her by the throat and began
“You think you have a chance against me, bitch? You
keep fighting, and I‟ll snap your neck. Don‟t you dare
fucking test me!”
“Please… can‟t… breathe…” she begged
He loosened his hold slightly. “You gonna
Her mind was whirli
ng as she tried to think of
another way of escape. The kitchen knives were too
far out of reach and he was so strong. She‟d never
“Answer me, bitch!” he hissed, pulling her
hair back cruelly in his fist.
“Yes!” she cried.
“Okay then,” he whispered
, pushing her
toward the bedroom. “Now, let
‟s go have us some
An hour later,
Jessica heard him leave the
apartment. Bloody and bruised, she staggered back to
the kitchen, locking the door. Then, she grabbed her
cell phone and called
“I‟ve been attacked. Raped,”
, her entire body shaking
slid down to
the floor, glancing at the doorway in terror, worried
he‟d bust it down and kill her.
afraid he‟ll come back.
ding someone right away,
woman promised, trying to calm
her down. “You are
sure that the assailant has left
, staring down at the bruises
on her thighs where he
fingers into her
flesh. Between that and the burning pain be
legs, she wanted to die. She wanted
“Okay. The police should be there soon,”
reminded the operator. “I‟ll stay on the phone with
you until they arrive. Did you get a good look at the
“He... he wore a mask. A black one.”
id you recognize his voice?”
“No. Nobody I know would do this!”
“Okay. Try to calm down, Ms. Winters.
Someone is coming.”
for help to arrive
her eyes and began crying all over again
. The woman
on the phone
ied soothing her
but all she could
think about was the rapist‟s
She‟d never forget them or his dry, cracked lips. He‟d
made her stare up at him while he did the
unspeakable. It seemed to get him off.
“You see me?” he‟d growled several times.
ad seen him clearly. He was the d
n wore a patch on his vest
that proved it.
“You ready for this?” asked
off the engine of her ‟76 Monte Carlo. We‟d just
pulled into the parking lot of
Griffin‟s, a strip club on
the edge of town. It was her twenty
first birthday and
her boyfriend, the owner‟s son, had asked us to meet
him before we hooked up with the rest of our friends
I looked at the seedy dive, with its flashing
lights and l
ine of shiny motorcycles parked on the
side. I‟d never been inside, but everyone knew the
place was bad news. I couldn‟t even imagine the look
on my mother‟s face if she knew I was even
considering going inside. She‟d probably think I‟d
starting smoking cr
“Seriously? Can‟t we just meet him
out here, in the parking lot?”
“What‟s wrong?” she asked, pulling down the
visor. She fluffed out her blond hair and then reached
down to adjust her push
up bra, emphasizing the
curve of her boobs in th
e sparkly, black tank she‟d
managed to cram them into. “You nervous about
walking into a biker bar?”
“It‟s more than that and you know it.” The
place had a bad reputation
gangs, brawls, drug deals,
“Chill out, girl. Nothing is going t
inside. You‟re with me and everyone knows that
with the owner‟s son.”
I sighed. “Okay.”
“Yes. I‟m good.”
smirked. “Liar. Here, take a shot of
this,” she said, pulling out a bottle of peach
chnapps from under
the seat. “It‟ll take the edge
She uncapped the bottle and took a long pull.
“Mm… yeah. Here.” She held it out.
“Maybe we should wait until we leave the
abe. We need to get this party rolling.”
“Fine,” I re
plied, taking the b
from her. I
took a swig and my s
immediately felt warm
and tingly. “
Not bad. A little sweet but I like
“I‟m surprised you‟ve never tried it.”
“Actually, I think I did. I had one of those
The Beach, when we went out for
. I think this was in i
She took another swig. “
I love those
Fuzzy Navels. You‟ve got to try one. Those are
I wasn‟t sure what a Fuzzy Navel was, but if it
involved the peach
flavored schnapps, I was definitely
“Okay,” she said, capping the bottle. “Let‟s go
Tank, her new boyfriend, was six
feet tall, with muscles the size of watermelons, and
belonged to some biker club called the Gold Vipers.
I‟d only met him twice and
I had to admit, he scared
the hell out of me. Not that he‟d been anything but
cordial. It was just that I could tell he was dangerous.
didn‟t seem to see it or else
didn‟t care. Considering her dad took
off many years
ago and Bonnie, her mom, had never been very
influential when it came to
, I guessed it was
“I wonder if he has something for me?” said
, her blue eyes lighting up. “A present.”
“What, like a ring?” I teased. They‟
gone out a few times, and most of their dates were
“Or better yet, a new tongue ring,” she
replied. “You have any idea how good a pierced
between your legs?
I held up my hand. “Stop, right there. I
haven‟t had enough t
o drink to hear about Tank and
She giggled. “Well, it‟s certainly not going to
be a ring for my finger. Tank told me last weekend
that he was never going to get married. That most of
the guys in the club have Old Ladies and kids, but
t usually go the route of marriage.”
I frowned. “What do you mean by an „Old
“I‟m talking about the woman they go home
to at night. The ones they live with. Take care of
them. Have their kids.”
“That‟s typically called a „wife‟,” I said dryly.
“Not in the MC world,” she replied. “They
have Old Ladies and,” she then laid the whopper on
me, “they have their club whores.” Only she made it
sound like “hures
My jaw dropped. “Are you fucking serious?”
“As shit,” she said, smiling grimly.
What are you saying? That
hangs out with them and they pay her for sex?”
“I don‟t think any of them get paid for it.
They hang out and are available to fuck, any time of
I stared at her wide
eyed. “Wow. So, in o
words, she‟s like a
She laughed. “Guess so. Only these guys ride
bikes instead of buses.”
“Does Tank have an Old Lady?”
“No. I mean I don‟t think so.” Her jaw set
firmly. “At least, I hope to fuck not.”
“Well, what are
considered?” I asked.
“Did he say?”
. Tell you one thing,
though, I‟m definitely not a club whore. The fuck if
I‟m going to spread my legs for anyone but the man
I‟m dating. Although,” she smiled wickedly, “Tank
has this friend named
who is amazingly hot. I
nd doing him.”
What kind of a name is that?
knew Krystal had mentioned that mos
t bikers went by
their road names
. All I could think about was the
when I heard “Raptor.”
She grinned. “Raptor? It‟s some kind of bird
of prey. I
guess you don‟t want to piss him off. Tank
said that Raptor‟s temper is legendary.”
“Huh. He sounds like someone to avoid. I‟d
stay away from him then, Krystal. No matter how
cute his is.”
ou have to see this
e eyes, built like a Greek
. He‟s unbelievably sexy. I
almost wish I would
have met Raptor
, first. I‟ve actually caught myself
drooling over him. Tank would probably pull out his
gun and shoot me in the head if I so much as looked
the wrong wa
The expression on her face was serious and I
shook my head, still in disbelief. The more she told
me about Tank, the more he disgusted me. “Jesus.
You‟re really okay with all of this alpha
She waved her hand. “Eh, we‟re just ha
fun right now. I mean, I lik
e him a lot, don‟t get me
wrong. The guy knows how to go down on a girl and
I‟m not ready to give that up just yet.”
I grunted. “I should have known.”
“It‟s true. He‟s patient, too. Will stay down
there as long as it takes.
Anyway, I know
going to last. H
e might have great fucking skills, but
‟s too bossy, even for me.”
“God, I hate bossy men.
ou shouldn‟t put up with guys telling you how to
No matter what he can do with his tongue.
Yeah, but h
got this huge dick,” she
. “You have no idea
.” She held up her
hands to show me just how large and I had to wince.
“Swear to God, he‟s hung like a fucking horse.”
“Okay, enough,” I replied, laughing
ed of hearing about your sex life.”
“You just need to get laid,
. How long
has it been?”
I shrugged. “I don‟t know, over a year?”
Maybe even three?
The truth was, I‟d only had sex a few times,
and that was mostly in high school, when I‟d
steady with Jimmy Tyler. Now that I was in college, I
barely had time for sleep, let alone sex.
“We need to remedy that
,” she said, opening
door. “Let‟s see what Tank wants, meet the others
at the club, and find you a man. On
e you can take
o the car and f
uck the shit out of
night is over
I looked around the parking lot, praying that
none of the guys entering this particular place would
know she was trying to get me laid. “
whispered loudly. “Don‟t a
nnounce it here,
“Fine, but we‟re finding you a guy
Her eyes were sparkling from the
and I could tell she was already quite buzzed. “I don‟t
need a man and this party is for
. In fact, I‟m not
drinking much. Maybe a coupl
e of beers. I want you
to have fun. It‟s your birthday. My birthday has come
“And so did your chance with that bouncer.”
I thought about the guy she was talking about.
One of the security guards at a nightclub we‟d partied
at had come on to me,
but I‟d ignored him. He‟d
obviously been a player and had probably brough
new girl home every night.
“Tell you what
we‟ll work on it
party. This is your night and the only person
needs to have fun and get laid, is you. Now, give me
keys and let the games begin.”
handed them over. “I guess I really can‟t
argue with that.”
When we walked into the strip club, I
immediately felt like all eyes were on us.
t was exactly
how I‟d pictured it to be
dark, musty, and in
f new carpeting, and not just the flooring. Most
of the waitresses looked like they could collect social
security, although they were dressed like high school
girls. The ones from
giggled. “These ladies know that the
come and gone? Kind of like their
“God, you‟re a bitch.”
“Well, I do like it doggy
style,” she joked. “I
The stage was lit up and the place was packed,
although most of the cus
looked distracted and
ortable, which surprised me. In fact, there was
so much tension in the air that I felt like we‟d walked
ng that was about to turn
hostile. Then I
noticed there were two groups of men eyeing each
other from opposite sides of the room. As I looke
closer, I also noticed they had different
their vests, or cuts,
iked to call them. Some
said Gold Vipers on the back
the others said
asked the bouncer,
standing just inside of the d
oor. He was as tall as he
was wide, bald, and had a long
bushy red beard.
His eyes dropped to her breasts and he licked
his lips. “He‟s in the back room. I‟ll let him know
you‟re here. You must be
She nodded. “That‟s right.”
“Who‟s your friend?
” he asked, now leering at
me. I was glad I‟d worn jeans and a loose sweater,
although from the way he was looking at my chest, I
just as well have
I forced a smile. “I‟m
, huh? You‟d best be watching
k,” he said
with a smirk, his
eyes shifting toward the crowd of men also now
gawking at us. “Everyone‟s gonna know you‟re
, but she‟s without protection.”
My eyebrow arched. “Protection?”
“A man. If I were you, I wouldn‟t go
anywhere in this place without
won‟t like it. Or,” he laughed darkly. “Maybe you
“I‟ll stick with
,” I mumbled, already
He pulled out a cell phone and began texting.
the Devil‟s Rangers are here, I advise that you
both go and sit down by the bar. D
on‟t talk to
anyone, except Mist
y, the bartender. I‟d escort you
myself, but there‟s a meeting in back and I‟m not
supposed to leave the front door.”
“Okay,” she answered.
toward the bar right as Bob
Seger began singing about Main Street, which
confirmed that we were definitely in a biker bar.
Growing up, I‟d always associated Fat Bob with
Harleys, beer, and
Cruise dancing in his
I‟d be adding stripper
dentures to that list
“Stay close,” said
, looking back at me
over her shoulder. “Don‟t make eye
The music picked up and everyone‟s eyes
shifted away from us to a woman with long red hair
and enormous boobs, who‟d just stepped onto the
stage. From the look on her face, I could tell she
wasn‟t a bubbly, happy stripper. When she tried to
smile, it was more of a pucker.
As if she‟d just licked a
chuckled. “She should have used th
money she spen
t on her tits on some Botox
. At least
a little more relaxed
“Uh, seriously, I don‟t think anyone will
notice anything above her collarbone.”
“I need a nurse!” hollered one of the
, standing up and waving cash. “You‟re
giving me a heart
snorted. “Nurse Betty looks like she‟s
going to have one
lugging those monsters
wore a nurse‟s uniform and three
stilettos that made her legs look like they went all the
way up to the
clouds. From the way she moved
around the stage, it was obvious she‟d been doing it
for a long time
but had lost interest in it a couple
“Men are such pigs,” said
, as another
guy leaped onto the stage and grabbed the stripper‟s
with both hands. She began to holler and the
man‟s buddies pulled him down, roaring with
laughter. I hoped, for her sake, that the bar paid her
“I hope Tank gets out here quickly,” I
muttered, as we made our way around the back to the
“You waiting for Tank?” asked the bartender,
a pretty woman in her thirties. She
and wore a Harley tank with denim
covered her crotch
“We are. Two light beers, please,” said
. She turned to me. “That okay?
“Yeah,” I replied.
Her eyes widened as she looked past me.
“Shit,” she mumbled under her breath.
I turned and noticed a group of bikers
watching us from their table. One of them was bald
and had a long scar on the side of his face. He looked
like he was
in his forties and had some kind of tattoo
under his eye. A teardrop. When our eyes met, he
smiled, raised two fingers and wagged his tongue
I quickly looked away. “Seriously, what a
gross asshole. Does he actually think he‟ll get lucky
“He gets laid all the time, whether a chick
wants to or not, I hear. In fact, those guys are Devil‟s
Rangers,” said the bartender, slid
ing our beers over.
“Believe me, though,
you don‟t want to have anything
to do with them. The only reason they‟r
e here is
needed to talk to Mud, their Prez
“Who‟s Slammer?” I asked.
“That‟s Tank‟s dad,” said
president of the Golden Vipers.
“Yeah,” said Misty
. Her eyes narrowed. “Shit,
looks like you‟re going to have company. I‟d bett
and get Tank before that guy
steps out of bounds
When I turned around, I found myself staring
into the soulless eyes of the Devil‟s Ranger who‟d
been sticking hi
s tongue out like a dipshit
. He was
almost a foot taller than me and smelled like pot.
beautiful,” he said in a raspy voice.
“You looking for some company?”
I wanted to tell him I‟d rather find my
company under a rock, now that we were forehead
chin, but he
was a little frightening up close
no,” I answered, trying to appear mo
re brave th
felt. “But, thanks.” I looked away
, hoping he would
He chuckled. “
Name is Breaker. Why don‟t
you come and join us at the table?”
“Thanks, but I have a boyfriend,” I lied,
turning to face him again.
“Good for you,” he said, smiling darkly.
“That wasn‟t the answer I was looking for, though.”
didn‟t like this guy and he was now
pissing me off. “Sorry, but I guess you won‟t
like this answer either.
,” I said
f. “I‟d rather stay right here and drink this beer
with my friend
“You‟re kind of bitch, you know that?” he
said, his eyes hardening.
I forced myself to smile
when I noticed the vein throbbing in his forehead
looked like he wa
s about ready to explode.
either of us want
any trouble. We just want
to be alone
, you know?
eyes flickered over
. “You two
dykes? Is that it?”
My smile fell.
I seriously hated that term and
if we were lovers, it wasn‟t his bu
siness anyway. “Not
that it‟s any of your business, but no
we are not.
“That‟s good,” he said, undressing me with
. “A body like yours needs to be fucked
by a real man, not a rubber strap
on toy. Although,
he laughed, “I wouldn‟t mind watch
you play with
I looked at Krystal and said, “Wow.”
Speaking of „wow‟.
You ever felt the rumble
of an engine between your legs?” he asked, leaning
closer to me.
“No,” I replied
why I was still
“Let‟s go pop that cherry
then,” he answered.
“I‟ll take you for ride on my Harley that will make
your pussy drool.”
burst out laughing. “Oh, my God. Are you
really that classy?
walks into a place like this shouldn‟t
expect classy,” he said.
“That goes for stuck
I gritted my teeth and forced myself not to
reply. I could tell from his expression that he was
hoping I would. Daring me to. I looked toward the
entrance, hoping to get the bouncer‟s attention, but
he wasn‟t at his station.
“We‟re waiting for Ta
Krystal in a
He ignored her. “I know Blondie is Tank‟s.
I‟ve already been warned. But, nobody mentioned
weetness. You‟ve got no patch either. You‟re
free territory. I say we go do a little exploring.”
, trying to make
light of everything,
even though I was seething inside.
Why couldn‟t he
just leave me alone?
You like that one, huh? I‟ve got something
else for you, too,” he said, grabbing his crotch. “Now,
drink the res
beer and we‟ll hit the road
Do I hav
e to spell it out for you?” I said,
totally disgusted. “I‟m not interested.”
Breaker‟s nostrils flared. “I don‟t think you
understand who you‟re talking to.”
“An asshole is who I‟m talking to,” I snapped.
“Now, fuck off.”
His buddies at the table snickered.
The man‟s hand snaked out and he grabbed
my arm roughly. “
You fucking cunt. Let‟s go. Now.”
Krystal sucked in her breath. “Oh, my God.”
I pulled my arm away from him in shock. The
guy was treating me like one of those
told me about. As big and bad as he looked, nobody
treated me like a slut that was up for grabs. “
me alone,” I said through my clenched teeth.
I call the bouncer over here.”
. “The bouncer? Good luck
ng help from that pig.”
Before I could respond, two other guys
stepped next to us, one being Tank.
took a step back and crossed his arms
over his chest. “
Looks like the meeting is
“Almost. What‟s going on, Breaker?” asked
, picking at his teeth with a toothpick
“Just havin‟ me some fun,” said the man,
smirking. “You said we should relax and enjoy
ourselves. So, that‟s what I‟m trying to do.”
“Not with my girl, you‟re not,” said a deep
I turned to find myself s
ring up at a pair of
eyes and a smile that wasn‟t meant to be
Breaker‟s eye narrowed. “
was your Old L
So this was
I could se
e why Krystal found him
He was certainly good
looking, with his
square jaw, full lips, and muscular frame. His blond
hair was long and pulled back into a ponytail,
exposing his ears, which were both pierced. For some
reason, he reminded me of a model I‟d seen recently
in a pricey cologne ad. I‟d been drawn to his eyes
thinking they must have been Photo
because of the dazzling color. That guy had nothing
on Raptor, however. His eyes sparkled like the bluest
of tanzanite. Bluer than anything my mother had ever
sold, and she was a jeweler. They were so stunning
hat it was hard to look away.
“You thought wrong,
“Yeah. That ship has sailed,” said Tank,
smirking. “And… I wouldn‟t bring her up anymore.”
slid his arm around my waist and
pulled me in tigh
. “As I was saying, Breaker… this
ten is mine, so I suggest that you go find your
I had to do something with my hands before I
and killed the bastard, so I pulled the
chick against me and gave him a look that said „fuck
you‟. He was a complete
psycho and had we been
alone, I‟d have made sure he never touched a woman
again. Rumor had it that he‟d raped and beaten
Slammer‟s Old Lady‟s daughter. It was what tonight‟s
meeting was about. But, the Devil‟s Rangers were
denying his involvement. Things w
ere getting ugly in
the back of the club, but apparently, they were just as
ugly in the front.
“As I was saying, Breaker… this kitten is
mine, so I suggest that you go find your own.”
looked at me like we wanted to bash
my skull in and I stared back at him, daring him to
fucking try it.
Part of me was annoyed that they were
treating me like a possession. The other part liked the
‟s arm felt around my waist and the smell
leather and a trace of cologne. A good
cologne. As I leaned closer to get a better whiff
and our eyes met.
I laughed nervously. “Uh, new cologne,
He stared at me for a minute a
nd then his lips
twitched, as if he was fighting a smile. He turned
and they continued their testosterone
I really wasn‟t paying much attention. I was
too intrigued with
the guy holding me
. I had to admit,
sexier than hell and I liked the way my breasts
molded against his side as he held me in place.
I was ovulating or Krystal was right, i
t had been way
too long since I‟d had sex and the heat he was
generating was making me warm in all the right
Breaker looked from
and then to me,
his eyes narrowing. “If she‟s yours, I‟d suggest you
patch her before
someone snatches her up,” h
sneered. “Or, better yet, let me know when you‟re
done with her. She might like to know what a real
s like between her legs.”
I felt Raptor stiffen up, but he
composure. “Believe me,
now that she‟s had a real
, your junk would feel more
sliver off of my timber
Normally, I would have rolled my eyes at such
e banter, but
I had to admit, the thought of
Raptor in my honey
hole was interesting.
“I suggest you remember who you‟re talking
,” he said, clenching his jaw. “And show
some fucking respect.”
“You are the last person who should be
t respect. You mak
a move on my
woman and then bust
chops? What the fuck?”
“He got you there,” said Tank, stepping closer
to us. It was obvious he was now getting annoyed
with the situation and he was
a force to be
The guy was built like the Incredible
Hulk. “Listen, the meeting is almost over, so I suggest
you go and enjoy the show. Delilah is up next and
she‟s not only available, but willing to party after the
Breaker looked at me again and smiled. “
be seeing you again,
I promise. ” Then h
walked away, his gang watching us carefully from
their tables, all of them
giving us the stink
,” mumbled Tank, staring
back at the table. “Every last one of them.”
“I‟m so glad y
ou showed up,” said Krystal.
“That guy wouldn‟t take „no‟ for an answer. I thought
he was going to drag Adriana out of the bar there for
“You and me both,” I said, shuddering at the
thought. Even looking at him now, I could tell the
‟t too far from his mind.
“We should probably take
both the girls
somewhere in back,” suggested Tank. “Be
finds some liquid courage at the end of that
bottle he‟s drinking. When he‟s drunk, he‟s as mean as
he is stupid.”
should be taught a
Raptor, still glaring at the other group of bikers
I agree but, we can‟t. Besides, the old man
might be giving us the thumbs up to deal with him
you know what I mean.”
True. Okay, let‟s go.”
going?” I asked, finishing my beer.
“I‟ll show you,” said
. Then, before I
could do anything about it, he picked me up, threw
me over his shoulder, and slapped my ass. Hard.
he carried me toward
back of the bar. It felt like
fire. “What in the hell are you doing?
That hurt. Put
” he said, a smile in his voice.
He caressed my butt, sending warm tingles into my
pelvis. “Does this feel better?‟
Quit touching my ass and p
I smiled, enjoying not only her reaction, but
the way her ass felt under my palm. It was deliciously
round and firm. I had to force myself not to keep
squeezing it. I had to admit, she was a hot little
number. I could see
why Breaker wanted her. My dick
was already half
cocked at the thought of fucking her
now myself. I headed toward the back of the club, to
room. I knew Tank wanted to fuck Krystal
before she headed out and so I‟d have a few minutes
of alone time
with the brunette. From the way she
was staring at me earlier, I could tell she was definitely
interested. I wondered if she‟d be interested in getting
on her knees and opening that sweet little mouth. The
thought of her glossy pink lips wrapped around my
cock was enough to try and test those salty waters.
We went through a hallway and he kicked one
of the doors open.
“What is yo
ur fucking problem?” I snapped
“Are you even listening to me?”
He dropped me into an oversized recliner
took a s
. “You‟re welcome.”
I glared up at him. “For what?
like a cave
He grunted and smiled. “
I had to do that. To show everyone in the place that
you‟re mine, Kitten.”
“You know what
I mean. You should
be thankful that I did what I did.”
“I‟ve had guys flirt with me before. I don‟t
need your help telling them to
He waved his thumb toward the doorway.
who was trying to get in your pants
imal. Hell, he‟s worse than an animal. He
would have taken you somewhere later, then beaten
and raped your ass if I wouldn‟t have helped you. And
when I say rape your ass, I‟m not
He would have torn it to shreds.
I stared at him
in horror. “
would have called the
cops if he‟d have
tried doing something like that
“The cops wouldn‟t have done shit,” he
it would be all over before
had a chance to do anything and Breaker wouldn‟t
leave any witnesses. Hell,
is in just as much
danger as you.”
I sucked in my breath.
“Are you saying he‟d
have killed us?”
“It wouldn‟t be the first time. They don‟t call
It should be pronounced
is right,” he replied
, walking over to an
old refrigerator humming in the corner of the room.
He opened it up and began rummaging through it.
“Dammit, someone‟s been drinking my beer.”
“You keep your own stock of beer in the
“Sometimes. When I
find out who‟s been
helping themselves, I‟m going to kick their ass.”
So, back to that guy, Breaker. Has h
“Yeah. For assault and rape.”
“So, do you w
ant a beer?” he asked, holding
out a brown bottle.
I looked at the
dragon tattoo on his forearm
and the skull ring on his finger, reminding me that
Raptor wasn‟t exactly the boy
We have to get going. Uh, where‟s
Tank?” I asked, l
Obviously, they hadn‟t followed
. “I‟m sure he has her bent over
his old man‟s desk. Giving her a
I sighed. “Great.
I guess we‟ll be here longer
than I thought.
He opened up his bottle of beer and
took a swig. “You sure you don‟t want one?” h
asked, licking his lips. “
It‟ll give you something to
I sighed. “Sure, I‟ll take one.”
He opened up the refrigerator again
pulled out another bottle.
“So, what, you‟re going to babysit me?” I
asked as he handed me the beer.
ah, you want to
sit on my lap, little g
he asked, winking at me. “I‟ll read you a couple of
es. You ever hear the one about Moby Dick?
My eyes widened. “Is that how you pick up
“Who said I was trying to pick you up?” he
answered with a cocky
grin. “I was just trying to
lighten the mood. You seem a little
“I‟m not,” I lied.
He sat down on a beat
faced the television, which was as old as the shag
carpeting. “Relax and h
ave a seat,” he said, patting the
“I‟m fine,” I said,
setting my purse on the
counter by the coffee machine
. I looked around the
room. There was a metal table in the corner and a
“So this is
trying to make conversation.
That‟s what they ca
ll it. H
ow old are you
His eyes traveled down the length of me and
I knew he was checking me out and it made
me wonder if he approved or thought I wasn‟t curvy
enough. I‟d always felt a little self
tal, who filled out her bra better than most
strippers with silicone.
“How old are
?” I asked, resisting the urge
to cross my arms over my chest.
been to a joint
“What do you think
I smiled. “What do I think? Honestly, I can‟t
wait to leave. No offense.”
“None taken. Do y
ou have a boyfriend?”
t right now.
What about you?”
“No boyfriend, either.”
I chuckled. “You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I do,” he replied
“You‟re not going to answer?”
He rubbed his lower lip with his index finger.
“Why do you want to know?”
My eyes widened. “I don‟t know. Why did you
“To find out if there was a dumbass in your
life that allowed you into a place
I stared at him in surprise. “Allowed? I can go
wherever the hell that I want. Even if I had a
boyfriend, I wouldn‟t ask for his permission to go
into a strip joint or any other place, for that matter.”
He grinned. “I am woman. Hear me roar,
“Damn right,” I said, smiling back. I raised
my hand and clawed the air. “Roar.”
I like that.”
“You like independent women?”
“I just like what you did, there. It was sexy.
You really are a kitten.”
“I mean, I do like indepe
ndent women, to a
“What do you mean, to a point?” I asked.
“I like a woman who can take care of herself
when she needs to, but is willing to let a man take
care of her when he wants to.”
I kind of liked that. To a point. “So, you‟re
not as chauvini
stic as Tank?”
“Tank and I agree on some stuff. Some things
we don‟t. It‟s not like we sit around talking about shit
I smiled. “Yeah, I‟m sure you don‟t.”
here are you ladies going tonight?”
asked, changing the subject.
“Just you two?”
“No. There are
more of us
“Girls or guys?”
“Just us girls.
We all grew up together. Went
to the same high school.”
“What about protection?”
I frowned. “What do you mean by
Was he talking condoms?
He tilted his head, smiling.
bodyguard chaperoning you little
“We don‟t need a bodyguard,” I said. “And
Nor was I a damn cat.
“Figure of speech, although, you‟re pretty
He took another drink of his beer and licked
his lips, s
tudying me. “If you were mine, I wouldn‟t
let you out of the house without
some kind of
protection. Not with the Devil‟s Rangers in town.
Especially, not after what that asshole said
“I‟m not worried,” I answered, now a little
f. “It‟s not like we‟re going to the kind of
places those guys hang out.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. I wouldn‟t take any
chances. Just watch your back tonight. You got a
blade hiding in that purse of yours?”
I stared at him in surprise. “A blade?”
“Obviously you d
on‟t,” he said. “You carrying
I don‟t even know where to get mace.
“A goddamn whistle
at the very least?”
I smirked. “Why, so that I can call a
He grunted. “I‟m not trying to be funny. How
about a cell phone?”
I nodded toward m
y purse. “Yeah. Of
He stood up and walked over to it.
“What are you doing?”
He unzipped the top and began rummaging
through it. “Jesus, how much stuff can one girl carry
around in here?” he asked, waving a tampon. “Got
your friend, huh? This is
probably a good deterrent.
Try waving it
in the air if you run into
Nobody will mess with your shit. Believe me.”
“Seriously?” I said quickly, snatching it from
him. “I don‟t have my period. Not that it‟s any of
business. That‟s for emergenci
es. Would you
out of my purse,” I said, pulling it away from him just
as he found my phone.
“I‟m going to add my name and phone
number to your
ist. You get into any trouble
tonight or,” he smiled wickedly, “interested in
er, call me.”
Something told me that hooking u
p with him
would be the death of me, as hunky as he was
would never have
the guts to call him or find out
what was hidden under his low
“I don‟t do hook
He pushed some buttons on m
“Why, you need to be wined and dined first?”
I blushed. “Maybe.”
“Fair enough.” He grinned. “How do you feel
about wine and wings at my apartment later?”
I raised my eyebrow. “Really? You wouldn‟t
even buy me a real dinner? Just an appetizer?” He
opened his mouth to say something
but I interrupted
him. “Please don‟t tell me that you‟re the main course
or that you have a large
steak for me, either.
He laughed and handed me my phone. “I
don‟t need to use a line like that to get laid.”
“Good, because we both know that it would
Before he could reply, a noise from one of the
nearby rooms caught our attention.
The sound began
and I quickly recognized
it as Krystal
cries of pleasure.
“Looks like your frie
nd is a screamer,” said
, turning around. He leaned back against the
counter and took another swig of beer. “Good thing
meeting is upstairs
in the back,
or there‟d be hell
to pay. Slammer doesn‟t like distractions. Especially
when he‟s not the on
e involved in it.”
I rubbed my forehead as the sounds grew
louder. I couldn‟t tell if hearing the other couple
getting it on was embarrassin
g, or just making Raptor
that much more appealing
. “Maybe I should just go
wait out in the car for her.”
should just finish your beer and
stay inside here with me. Where you‟re safe.”
From the way he was smiling, his definit
Holy shit was my dick begging to come out
and play. I had more wood than Yellowstone
National Park. It wasn‟t just the noises in the other
room that were making me horny, either. It was
Sure, she was beautiful
, with those come
emerald eyes a
that chestnut colored hair that I
knew would feel
od in my fist when I was banging
her from behind.
But it wasn‟t only that. It was
something else that was starting to suck me in and I
couldn‟t put my finger on it.
“Looks like y
our friend is a screamer,
” I said,
leaning back against the counter after hearing Krystal
scream again. I
took another swig of beer. “Good
thing the meeting is downstairs or there‟d be hell to
pay. Slammer doesn‟t like distractions. Especially
when he‟s not the one involved in it.
She rubbed her
forehead as the sounds grew
louder. “Maybe I should just go wait out in the car for
I smiled wickedly.
“Maybe you should just
finish your beer and stay inside
here with me. Where
From the look on her face, s
knew that she
was far from being safe
. Something told me she didn‟t
care, either. That she was intrigued. If she even
looked at my crotch with interest, I‟d be on her like a
dog in heat, which truthfully, was probably a bad idea
since Adriana was the kind
of girl I normally tried to
avoid. The kind that went to college, went to church,
and didn‟t fuck on the first date. The kind that needed
monogamy and commitment. I was down with that
before Brandy had fucked me over. But, she‟d taught
me a lesson. Never
trust anyone but your brothers.
Not even the woman who warms your bed at night
and sucks your dick until dawn. She‟s always looking
for someone else to replace you. Someone with a
bigger wallet or a bigger dick. Apparently, in my case,
it was a bigger wall
et since Brandy had started calling
me back, wanting to hook up since her boss wasn‟t
making her come the way I had. Still, knowing that
this chick wasn‟t like Brandy, or the rest of the
whores that usually hung around the club, made me
want to bury myself
deep inside of her that much
Look at my crotch.
Come on, Kitten.
I dare you.
“Have to admit, listening to those two is
getting me a little jacked up. I haven‟t had sex for a
and this isn‟t helping,” he said. “What about
“Are you horny,
aby?” he joked, mimicking
I stared at him in surprise.
Of course not.
“Liar,” he said softly, smiling. “Your face is
“That‟s because I‟m
“Sex creeps you out?”
“No,” I said a little sharply. “I just don‟t care
to hear other people having it.”
His eyes traveled over my body.
remedy that fairly easily.”
“Oh, yeah? How?”
He grinned. “Drown out
d. “Wow. Seriously?
“When it comes to sex? Yeah
I shook my head and smiled.
“I don‟t think
I‟ve ever met anyone
as forward as you. Do you flirt
like this with all the girls you meet?”
“Not girls like you.”
“What do you mean, girls like me?”
ent made me smile
. “So, what are
you saying? That you
only flirt with unclassy
I joked, feeling a little flattered but nervous,
“Actually, I don‟t have to flirt with them.
They usually come
“So, do you usually prefer the skanks?”
He smirked. “Those I usually prefer
I laughed. “But not the classy ones?”
“Then, I‟m usually the one on my knees.”
My face turned scarlet at that image.
He bit his lower lip and smiled
“You‟re making it a little… awkward.”
Ever since I saw you blushing earlier, I
couldn‟t help myself. I wanted to see it again.
There was a thud from the room next door.
Then another and another
until it became a steady
“Looks like they‟ve graduated to the bed.
Hopefully, they‟ll be done soon,” he said as the noises
“Wow, they have a bed in there, huh?” I said
‟s moans seeped through the wall. I knew it
was her bi
was getting ridiculous.
“Of course. Only Tank and his dad use it,
“I‟ve never used it. I have higher standards
when it comes to
“Bars aren‟t your thing?”
“Other men‟s beds are not my thing.”
“I don‟t blame you. S
o, how do you know
Tank?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
I pulled my hair over my shoulder and stared
at him in surprise. “Really? I didn‟t know he had
“We‟re all brothers here,” he said, taking
another swig of beer.
“I get it. You‟re
He smirked. “You think you‟ve figured us out,
huh? I bet you‟re from the suburbs and have no idea
what it‟s like, being on your own.”
“Maybe not, but I heard that Tank is
from the suburbs,” I said, feeling a l
“Yeah, but it‟s different for him. He‟s lived
the MC life since he was born. Obviously, you don‟t
know what that shit entails. But if you did, you‟d
understand where I‟m coming from. Your parents
probably sheltered you your entire life, w
hich I can‟t
blame them. If I had a daughter, I‟d want to do the
same thing. Keep you safe. ”
“I‟m not sheltered,” I replied stiffly.
He smirked. “Believe me, you‟re sheltered.
You have no idea what‟s really going on out there,
Kitten. On the streets and,
hell, in your own
backyard, now. Drugs, prostitution, sex
“I watch the news,” I said. “I know what‟s out
there. I‟ve even taken self
defense classes?” he repeated, looking
amused. “What kind?”
“Just some basic
stuff. How to knock a knife
out of someone‟s hand. Kick him in the junk. Things
“You think if I came at you, you‟d be able to
defend yourself against me?” asked
, setting his
“It‟s easier to defend myself against someone
sn‟t ready for me to fight back
scumbags will anticipate you
rying to defend yourself in one way or another
don‟t you show me what you‟ve learned?”
“No, that‟s okay,” I said, staring up at
now. He‟d moved closer
and the thought
putting his arms around me
was making my heart
“Come on. Don‟t be frightened. I‟ll be
“I‟d really rather not,” I said, as he moved
“I think you should,” he said. He was so
close, I could smell the beer on his breath. “If
girls are going out by yourselves, and drinking, you
should definitely know how to defend yourself.”
“I don‟t want to hurt you,” I said, keeping my
beer between us.
He laughed. “I don‟t think there‟s any chance
“Don‟t be too sure,” I said, l
ooking down at
my brown leather ankle
boots. They had narrow heels
and I imagined if I kicked him the way my instructor
had shown me, it would wipe the smile right off of
Before I could stop him, he grabbed my beer
and set it on the counter. “Com
e here,” he said,
pulling me toward the middle of the room.
“I just told you I didn‟t want to do this,” I
“Humor me. Please,” he said, turning around
to face me. “I just want to see what these classes
teach and maybe even give you some more po
“Fine,” I said with a sigh. “But, just don‟t get
mad if I hurt you.”
“I‟ll try not to,” he said, his mouth twitching.
“Okay,” I answered, trying to recall all of the
things my instructor
, Mr. Mandrill,
had taught me.
“So, um, whenever you‟re read
“What do you want me to do?”
I waved my hand. “I don‟t know. You‟re the
one who wanted to see me defend myself. I guess if
you were going to attack a woman, do what you‟d
“Me? If I was going to attack a woman, it
would be in bed and not on the str
eets,” he said,
smiling wickedly. “And I doubt she‟d fight back.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, Casanova. Just
attack me. In fact, I‟ll turn and you can try to get me
“Now we‟re talking
,” he answered
, a smile in
as I turned my back
“Okay. Whenever you‟re ready.”
“Okay,” he said, wra
pping his arms around
me so quickly
that I barely had time to exhale. He
held my wrists together in front of me. “Show me
what you got, Kitten.”
I hesitated for a second, enjoying the feel of
chest pressing against my back and the heat his
body was generating.
And, was it my imagination, or
was there something hard pressed against my ass?
“You smell good,” he whispered near my ear.
“I think you‟d better free yourself
before I forget why
e doing this
I felt a warm shiver go through me as
imagined his lips on my neck and then other parts of
on his foot with my heel and he let
me go, hollering in pain.
“Oh, my God!
” I cried as he bent over to rub
the top of
his boot. “I‟m so sorry!”
I heard a door slam and then Tank was
rushing into the room, shirtless.
“What the fuck is
going on in here?”
“Nothing. It‟s okay,” said
, putting his
“What‟s wrong with your foot?” said Tank as
, adjusting her clothes
“I did it,” I said, feeling my face turn red.
removed his black boot and then his
I forced her into it,” he said, staring down
at his foot
was already bruising up. “Damn,
girl, those heels are deadly.”
“I‟m sorry,” I repeated, still feeling horrible
“I did warn you, though.”
“I know you did
Krystal, walking over to
get a better look
“I was pretending to attac
k her and she
stopped me,” said
. “Good move, by the way.”
“Thanks,” I said, smiling
. “Uh, I
really am sorry.”
He put his sock back on. “It‟ll heal. I‟ve been
through much worse.”
“Can you walk?” asked Tank.
He took a couple steps.
. See. Hell,
I could probably still
kick your ass with it without
Tank snorted. “Yeah, you wish. It doesn‟t
look so good to me. I‟ll go get you a stiff drink. Come
, walk with me
“Uh, okay,” she said
and looked back at me
“I‟ll be right back and
we‟ll get going.”
,” I said. I turned back to
was attempting to put his boot back on. “Do you
think I broke anything?”
“No,” he replied, wincing.
“Maybe you should have that looked at,” I
said, staring at his
t‟s okay, Kitten. Don‟t worry
I laughed and shook my head.
‟s so funny
“You keep calling me Kitten.”
He winked. “What can I say, I like kittens. I
especially like it when
up around your face
to stay warm. S
omething tells me I‟d like you there,
“By your face?”
“On my face.”
I gasped, my face turning scarlet.
He laughed. “
Sorry, I just love to see you
We stared at each other for a few seconds and
then I asked him where he was from.
ve a house a few blocks away
His eyes narrowed. “Why are you asking if I
“I‟m just curious. You don‟t have to tell me if
you don‟t want to,” I said, noticing the guarded look
in his eyes. “I was just making
He relaxed. “Sorry. Yeah, I live alone.
time. Sometimes I take in teens
who need a
temporary place to stay.”
I stared at him in surprise. I wasn‟t expecting
that. “What? You‟re kidding?”
“No. Not at all. I do
some volunteering at
shelters in Barne
get a little over
th families, I volunteer my extra
? You shouldn‟t judge people,
. I don‟t know if I should smile at your surprise
or be offende
“I‟m sorry. It just seems out of character for a
guy in a
… motorcycle gang
His eyes hardened. “Most of th
e guys in our
club have families
and kids of
their own. They‟re
“I‟m sorry. I didn‟t mean anything by it.”
“Maybe not, b
ut you were stereotyping.
I smiled grimly. “Yeah, I guess I was.”
He sighed. “I lived on the streets most of my
life growing up. My old man was an asshole and
kicked me out of the house when I was thirteen.
That‟s when Slammer took me in. I owe him my l
and I want to make a difference in someone else‟s if I
get the chance. Kids aren‟t meant to be thrown out
“Why did your dad kick you out?”
He was quiet
for a few seconds and then
“He used to beat my mom. I tried stopping
night. He didn‟t like it.”
“So he kicked you out?”
“Yeah, after he beat the hell out
My jaw dropped.
“That must have been
And you were only thirteen?”
“An „old‟ thirteen, believe me
“What happened to your mom?”
“She ended up
in the hospital. When she got
out, I heard she packed her bags and disappeared.”
She didn‟t try to find you
“She knew where I was. I guess she just
wanted to run away from everything,” he said. “At
least that‟s what she put in the letter she left me. S
trusted Slammer to watch over me.”
“She knew him?”
He stared at his beer. “She used to be a club
I sucked in
His eyes met mine. “It wasn‟t for this club
different one. The one my dad belonged to
I wasn‟t sure what to say so I wai
ted for him
“After she got pregnant with me, he took her
in and made her his Old Lady. I don‟t think he
wanted to, though. It‟s
why he was such an
asshole to her.”
“He was an asshole to you, too, though. And
you were his son.”
smirked. “Guess he didn‟t want a son
I almost missed the look of pain in his eyes
it disappeared so quickly
. “So, Slammer took
“Yep.” He smiled. “He‟s definitely the shit
and I‟d do anything for him.
Made me his Road
Captain a fe
w years ago.”
“What does that mean?”
n charge of
trips,” he said. “Among
I stared at the small patches on the front of
black leather cut
. “What does that one
He looked down. “
It‟s symbolizes something
“And what is that?” I asked when he didn‟t
“Have you ever heard anyone use the term
” My eyes widened. “
Is there a
warrant out for you
arrest or something?”
“No.” He scratched his chin
t least, I hope not.”
“I still don‟t get what the one
for and what it has to do with being an outlaw.”
It took him a while to answer.
“It means that
we‟re committed to standing behind our brothers and
living the biker lifestyle. Our law
same ones that the other ninety
nine percent follow.
Because of that, we‟re often labeled as being outlaws.”
“Oh,” I replied. “You‟re basically
Before he could answer, Tank stepped back
into the room with
“You ready to go?” she asked.
“I‟m sending Bull with you,” said Tank.
“Make sure you girls aren‟t harassed tonight.”
“We don‟t need a chaperone,” said
already told you that.”
“This is for protection. It‟s not for babysitting
you,” he said.
“I don‟t care. I don‟t want anyone tagging
along. It will be embarrassing,” she said
Tank‟s jaw clenched. “Fine. Have it your
“Don‟t be angry,” she said, standing on her
toes to kiss him. “Where we‟re going, there
t be any bikers. Seriously. Plus,
toward his foot.
“She can probably take Bull out.”
grunted. “I doubt that
run into any problem
though, you call me. Pronto
“I will. I promise,” she said, kissing his lips.
“I‟ll walk you out to the car,” said Tank. We‟ll
go out the back, so those dirt
bags don‟t see you
, putting her purse
around her shoulder. “Ready,
“You girls have fun,” said
. “And call
me if you change your mind about having that pizza,
looked at me, her eyebrows raised.
“Right,” I said
“Let‟s go,” said Tank, walking out the door.
rabbed my arm as we fol
“Kitten?” she whispered.
e likes cats.”
. What he likes is pussy,” said Tank,
laughing in front of us.
We arrived at Rumors, a
club in Iowa City
twenty minutes later. The music was loud and
floor, which was the size of a football field,
was packed. By the time we found our friends,
Monica, Tiffany, and Amber, they were already tipsy.
Where‟ve you been?” asked Monica
was a year older than us. “We were getting worried.”
“We stopped o
ff at Griffin‟s,” said
sliding in next to her. “Tank had to give me his
“What was that? A frosted cock?” said
Tiffany, who was a nympho, like
Krystal. “Did you
blow out his
“No, I waxed it pretty good, though,” she
Tiffany laughed. “You go, girl!”
“And lucky me.
got to hear the whole
,” I said dryly. “The walls in that dump are pretty
“At least you were able
to spend some time
,” she said. “You have to admit, he‟s hot.”
“Yeah. He‟s also
a biker, and not the kind
into triathlons. I don‟t care how hot a guy like
, he‟s trouble
Krystal leaned forward.
“He‟s worth the
trouble, if you ask me. Speaking of which, I overheard
some stuff about the Devil‟s Rangers. R
emind me to
tell you about it.”
ike I care about those freaks
,” I said,
thinking back to Breaker. The nerve of that jerk
ordering me around. It left a bad taste in my mouth.
As far as I was concerned, I was never going back to
stopped at our table carrying a tray
of shot glasses. “Hi. T
over there just bought
you a round of raspberry
We turned to look at the table she was talking
about. There were four guys smiling at us, all of them
looked like they‟
d just stepped out of GQ Magazine.
“Now that‟s what I‟m talking about,” said
Tiffany, blowing them a kiss.
raised her shot. “Thank you!” she
I waved my hand and so did Amber.
“Aren‟t they yummy?” said Tiffany, after we
made a toast to
and sucked down
the delicious concoction
. “The guys, I mean.
“They‟re cute,” I agreed, noticing one of them
staring at me. When he saw me looking, he smiled
widely, and took a drink of his beer.
“I‟ll bet they‟re frat boys,” said Tiffany.
should go over and talk to them.”
“No. Let them come to us,” said Krystal.
My eyebrows rose. “Listen to you. What
She sighed. “You know, to be honest, I‟m
kind of bored with him.”
“You didn‟t sound too bored earlier,” I said.
“I know but…
oh look, they‟re coming over,”
she answered, smiling.
I turned to find myself staring up at the guy
who‟d been eyeballing me. He certainly was cute, but
for some reason, I wasn‟t half as attracted to him as I
had been to Raptor, which was kind of weird.
ormally, I preferred clean
cut and safe. Raptor was
“Hi,” he said. “I‟m Jason and that‟s Gary,
Lucas, and Brian.”
“Thanks for the shots. They were yummy,”
said Krystal, staring at Lucas with interest. She
introduced us to them.
Lucas, who was blon
de and had dimples,
smiled. “No problem. Would you like more?” he
asked, reaching for his wallet.
are you trying to get us
drunk?” asked Tiffany, smiling slyly.
Lucas gave her a horrified look. “No. Not at
all. I hope you don‟t think that.”
She laughed. “Chill out. I‟m just teasing you.”
He relaxed. “Would you like a soda?”
“Hell no. I‟m here to get drunk!” she shouted,
slapping her hand on the table.
He laughed. “Alrighty, then.”
I could tell by his expression that he didn‟t
know what to m
ake of Krystal but was certainly
enjoying her cleavage.
“Where are you girls from?” asked Jason,
staring at me intently.
“Jensen,” I said.
“All of you?” asked Brian, who was the
shortest out of the group, even shorter than me and I
seven. He was b
uilt like a wrestler, though.
All muscle. Even his neck.
“Yes,” said Krystal. “We all went to high
“They sure know how to grow them in
Jensen,” said Gary, who looked a little drunk. He was
tall, lanky, with big brown eyes and a boyish
“Must be the fertilizer.”
Jason patted Gary on the back. “Excuse our
friend, it‟s his birthday and we‟ve been buying him
shots. Quite a few of them.”
“It‟s my birthday, too,” said Krystal, beaming
a smile at Gary. “From the look of things, I think I
need to try catching up to you!”
“Hey, happy birthday… what wuss your name
again?” asked Gary, trying to focus.
“Krystal? What a beautiful name. I‟ll bet you
even smell like a flower.” His eyes dropped to her
chest. “Like a „Krystal Of The Val
“That‟s Lily Of The Valley,” said Jason,
shaking his head.
“Oh, she knows what I mean,” he said, still
staring at her chest. “I love them valleys.”
She laughed. “Looks like you love hills, too.”
Gary burst out laughing. “That‟s right.”
” said Brian. “Try to roll your
tongue back into your mouth before someone trips
over it on the dance floor.”
Gary ignored him. “Hey. Krystal, the Birthday
Girl. Lemme buy you a drink. Waitress!” he hollered,
“Maybe you should let us
order it,” said Jason,
squeezing his shoulder. “They‟ll cut you off if they
notice how drunk you are.”
Gary shrugged him off. “I‟m not drunk. Jus‟
feeling real good. Come on, man.”
“Settle down, Gary,” said Lucas, who‟d been
pretty quiet up until then.
u settle down,” slurred Gary. “You‟re
“So, where are you guys from?” asked Tiffany,
trying to divert the conversation.
“We go to school at I.U.,” said Jason.
“Iowa University?” asked Monica.
“Yep,” said Gary, standi
ng up straighter.
“We‟re frat brothers.”
“Which fraternity?” I asked. I was currently
working on my Associate‟s Degree in Accounting,
and also attended I.U. I knew how crazy some of
those guys could get.
Gary was about to answer when Brian
ren‟t you with Delta Epsilon?” he
asked Krystal. “I swear I‟ve seen you at one of their
“No,” she answered, smiling brightly. “I‟ve
already finished school.”
“She‟s a Cosmetologist,” said Monica. “We
graduated Waverly Beauty School together.”
an ran a hand over his short, spiky hair. “I
might have to come and visit you soon then. Which
salon do you work at?”
“Shear Images, over in Jensen,” she replied.
“I‟d love to do your hair.”
“I‟d love you to „do‟ my hair,” he said, his
“Why don‟t you two just do each other?” said
Gary, smiling drunkenly.
Brian sighed. “Sorry. He‟s not usually like
“Don‟t worry,” she answered. “We all have
one of those kinds of friends, right, Tiffany?”
Tiffany, who had gotten so drunk on my
hday that she‟d flashed all of the bartenders at a
different club, before puking in the bathroom, smiled
and flipped her off.
“She did get us some free shots, though,” I
“Exactly,” replied Tiffany. “And I didn‟t flash
them because I was dr
unk. I flashed them because
one of you dared me.”
“Yeah, never dare Tiffany anything,” said
Monica. “Unless you‟re prepared to see it actually
“I like brave women. So, what do we get,
since we‟ve already bought you shots?” asked Gary,
at Tiffany‟s chest. “A little peek of those
Tiffany looked at me and rolled her eyes.
I just shook my head and laughed.
“You sure know how to win over the ladies,”
said Jason dryly, taking another drink of his beer.
“Oh, I‟m just having some fun,
” he replied.
“You know that, right, Terry?”
“It‟s Tiffany,” she corrected.
“That‟s right, Tiffany. Hey, waitress!” he said,
waving his arms. “Over here!”
The server made her way over and the guys
bought us another round of drinks.
“I‟ll have a rum and Co
ke, please,” I told the
waitress and then looked at Krystal. “Then I‟m done.
I‟m driving, remember.”
“We could take a cab,” she said. “Then you
don‟t have to worry about it.”
“Or, one of us could drive you home,” said
I shook my head. “No, it‟s okay
. I‟m not
much of a drinker, anyway.”
“Has anyone ever told you that you look like
that actress, what‟s her name…” said Gary, snapping
his fingers at me. “Oh, yeah
“I tell Adriana that all the time,” said Krystal.
“But she doesn‟t believe
“You do look like her,” agreed Jason. He
smiled. “Maybe her younger, prettier sister.”
Gary laughed. “Now if that doesn‟t sound like
a line, I don‟t know what does! Eva Longoria is a
fucking babe, although so are you,” he said, leaning
toward me. “Se
riously, you have the same kind of
eyes, too. Are your parents Mexican or Latino?”
“My mother is Portuguese,” I said.
“Oh, that explains your exotic look,” he
“My exotic look?” I replied, raising my
He nodded. “Yeah. You know
that honey colored skin and, those green eyes of
yours… they‟re like a cat‟s. You must get asked out all
“Not really,” I said.
“I don‟t believe that for a second,” said Jason.
“She just got hit on at Griffin‟s,” said Krystal.
“We barely made
it out of there alive.”
“You two were at Griffin‟s? The strip joint?”
said Lucas, waking up.
“Yes,” I said. “Unfortunately.”
“What were you doing there?” asked Gary.
I laughed. “No, we were
“Looking for a free lap dance,” interrupted
al. “I heard they give them to you on your
birthday. I thought it would be fun.”
“Whoa, you chicks are into other girls?”
hollered Gary, looking like he was about to have an
orgasm right there on the spot. “Lipstick lesbians.
Holy shit that‟s hot!”
not lesbians,” I replied, amazed that
I‟d said it twice in one night.
“She‟s right. We‟re not. It was another dare,”
said Krystal, putting her arm around me. “Right,
I smiled, knowing what she was going to do.
She loved messing around with guys. “R
Krystal leaned over and kissed my lips. It was
quick, but Gary reacted like we‟d just had an hour
out session. “Fuck me! Did you guys see
that? Do it again, only this time, grab each other‟s
Tiffany laughed. “Can I get some of that?
she asked, leaning over the table.
“Of course, babe,” said Krystal, pressing her
lips against Tiffany‟s.
“Oh, mama… Can
get some of that?” joked
Krystal winked. “If you buy me another shot,
I might just forget that you don‟t have tits and let
Brian pulled out his wallet. “What would you
like?” he asked, grinning.
She laughed and then said, “Does anyone
have to go to the bathroom?”
“I‟m going to call Paul,” said Amber, holding
up her cell phone. She‟d been quietly texting. “He‟s
ing me messages.”
“Tell him you‟re having fun and to leave you
alone,” said Tiffany.
“Easier said than done,” said Amber,
scowling. “I‟ll be back.”
“Who‟s Paul?” asked Gary.
“Her fiancé,” I answered, watching as Amber
“Tiffany? Monica? Adriana
? Do any of you
need to go to the bathroom?” asked Krystal again.
“Sure. I‟ll come with you,” I replied, grabbing
“I‟m good,” said Tiffany.
“Me, too,” said Monica. “We‟ll save our table.
It‟s getting really crowded.”
“You need a chaperone?”
asked Gary, smiling
like a goon again.
“Nope, but good try,” said Krystal, grabbing
my arm. “We‟ll be back.”
When we reached the bathroom, three girls
walked out and it was just the two of us.
“Did you see how riled up Gary got when he
hought we were lesbians?” said Krystal, laughing.
“So did Brian. He likes you, you know.”
She smiled. “Do you think so?”
“Jason was staring at you. I‟m sure he likes
“I can‟t see why. I look like I‟ve been through
a tornado,” I said, gri
macing at my reflection. My hair
was all over the place and my makeup definitely
needed to be touched
up. I pulled out my brush and
began using it.
“Sorry. I should have told you. It‟s been like
that ever since Raptor threw you over his shoulder.
“What was what like?”
“Having that gorgeous creature carry you into
the back room. For a minute there, I thought you two
were going to go at it.”
My eyes widened. “You mean have sex?”
“I don‟t even know him.”
“Who cares? A guy as hot as
him has got to
be fantastic in bed.”
I smiled. “Probably.”
“He gave you his number, right?” she said as
two girls walked into the bathroom and began talking
quietly in the corner about some guy.
“Are you going to use it?”
“No,” I said, lowering my
She smiled. “Maybe I should use it.”
My jaw dropped. “What would Tank say?”
She shrugged. “I‟d make Raptor keep it to
“I doubt it. They‟ve got this bond… He
started telling me about it.”
“Yeah. I know. They‟r
e „brothers‟ because of
,” she said as the two girls left the bathroom.
“The truth is that I‟m pretty sure if I hit on Raptor,
Tank wouldn‟t just break up with me. He‟d hunt me
down and beat the shit out of me.”
She smiled grimly. “He‟s got a temper.
“Maybe you should break up with him.”
“Like I said earlier, I‟m thinking about it.”
Krystal reached into her purse and pulled out a small
white vial of powder. “By the way, Tank scored me
some coke for my birthday. You want some?”
My eyes wid
ened in shock. “No. I didn‟t
know you did that shit.”
She shrugged. “Just a few times. Tank said
this is the really good stuff. Are you sure you don‟t
want to try some? It‟ll wake you up and make you
want to dance all night.” She giggled. “It even makes
I stared at her in disbelief. Where was my
friend who used to complain about her mom smoking
was snorting coke? “You know I‟m not
into that crap and I didn‟t think you were either. Let
me guess, Tank is also the one who introduced you to
“Yeah. So? Don‟t make a big deal out of it,”
she said, stuffing it back in her purse as someone
. She turned around and headed for the
largest stall. “Don‟t go back without me. I‟ll be done
in a minute.”
Sighing, I went into the other stall, did my
business, and then washed my hands. A few seconds
later, Krystal stepped out of her stall and quickly
ashed her hands. Our eyes met in the mirror and I
could see that she was already beginning to feel the
“What?” she asked, frowning.
I just shook my head.
“Don‟t be a buzz
kill,” she replied, pulling at a
paper towel. “Seriously.”
“Whatever. You k
now how I feel about it.
Anyway, it‟s your life.”
“You‟re right. It is. Let‟s go,” she replied,
walking out of the bathroom.
When we made it back to the table, I noticed
that Jason and Tiffany were on the dance floor, their
hands all over each other. Thin
king he‟d been
attracted to me, I felt a twinge of disappointment. I
brushed it off and concentrated on the drink the
waitress had brought, and listening to Gary ramble on
about how his girlfriend had left him the week before.
“Your girlfriend left you?” r
knocking her knuckles on the table. “Why?”
“She thinks I have a drinking problem,” he
said, smiling sheepishly.
Krystal tilted her head and smiled up at him.
He shrugged. “No. Maybe. I don‟t know. I‟m
in college. I‟m supposed t
o get drunk and have fun,
“Exactly… I‟ll drink to that,” she said and
then quickly drank half of her cocktail. She set it back
on the table and shuddered. “Whoa, now that‟s what I
call a good fucking Mai Tai. Hey.” She looked at
Brian, who was stan
ding next to Lucas and talking
about football. “You want to dance?”
“Sure,” he said, smiling. He set his drink
down and then held out his arm. “Don‟t hate me if I
step on your toes.”
She stood up and slid her arm through his.
“I‟m not worried about it. Mon
ica?” she asked as a
new song started, something with a faster beat.
“No, I‟m fine right here,” she said. Monica
Krystal looked at me and I shook my head.
“I‟ll dance with you guys,” said Gary, setting
his drink down as a new song started.
“I love this
“Okay, Gary. Let‟s go, boys,” said Krystal,
holding onto both of them. She looked back over her
shoulder as they began walking toward the dance
floor. “The rest of you are all a bunch of party
We waved at her.
“Have fun!” I hol
“Looks like she‟s been partying enough for all
of us,” replied Monica, twirling her straw around in
“Oh yeah,” I answered.
“It‟s her birthday. That‟s the point, right?”
“True. Hey, where‟s Amber?” I asked, as
Lucas sat betwee
“She left,” they both said at once.
I frowned. “Why?”
Monica shrugged. “I don‟t know. Something
“So, it‟s just the three of us party poopers”
said Lucas, smiling as he leaned back in the chair.
“Why aren‟t you out there dancing?”
“Two left feet,” he replied. “What about
“I don‟t know. Just not in the mood, I guess.”
He nodded toward my cocktail. “Drink up.
I‟m sure that will help.”
I smiled and picked up the glass. “Thanks for
the drinks, by the way.”
“No problem. Ja
son bought this round. You
want a shot? I‟ll get you one.”
“No. Like I was saying earlier, I need to be
careful. I‟m driving.”
“Are you always careful?” he asked, his dark
I could tell Lucas was flirting with me and he
seemed like a nice gu
y. I just wasn‟t interested. “When
I need to be. Like now.”
“Fair enough. What about you?” he asked
“I have a son. I have to be careful.”
I could tell from the look in his eyes that she
was marked off of his “To Do” list.
“So, tell us a little abo
ut yourself, Lucas,” I
said, trying not to yawn. It wasn‟t even eleven and I
was already getting bored.
“Not much to tell,” he said, looking toward
the bar. “Oh shit.”
“What‟s wrong?” I asked, turning to see what
he was staring at. There was a girl with two guys
ordering drinks at the bar.
He smirked. “Guess you could call her an ex
girlfriend,” he said, nodding toward them.
“The girl with the two guys?” I said.
She‟s completely nuts. If she sees me,
she might freak out, which, I guess, is my cue to
leave. I‟m going to go and find Jason,” he said, getting
up. “Let him know I‟m leaving.”
“Okay. Well, it was nice meeting you,” I said,
feeling bad that his ex was so
crazy that he couldn‟t
even be in the same bar with her.
“Yeah,” agreed Monica. “Sorry we didn‟t get a
chance to talk more.”
“Another time, maybe,” he said, looking at
the girl again. Then his eyes met mine. He winked.
“Enjoy yourself tonight.”
Still watching the bar, carefully, he took off
toward the dance floor, leaving me and Monica alone.
“Boy, that was weird,” said Monica. “He‟s
obviously afraid of her.”
“She must be a real head
case,” I replied.
“You never know. He might just be
that. We don‟t know him, either. He could be a real
She yawned. “I‟m getting tired. I was up with
Max early this morning.” Max was her five
son. “He wasn‟t feeling well. I hope I‟m not coming
down with anything. That‟s all
“I hear you,” I said, taking another drink of
my cocktail. “Wow, this is strong.”
“Don‟t drink any more of it then.”
I pushed it away. “Maybe I won‟t.”
“I envy you,” she said, sighing. “Not that I
don‟t love Max, hell, you know how much I adore
hat little guy, but there are days when I wish I would
have been more careful.”
Monica had gotten pregnant in high school
and the boy who‟d knocked her up, hadn‟t wanted
anything to do with the baby.
“I‟m sure. Thank goodness your mom didn‟t
freak out when
you first told her about Max.”
“She‟s great. If it wasn‟t for her, I don‟t know
how I‟d have managed.”
“You would have found a way. You‟re a lot
more resourceful and independent than you give
yourself credit for.”
“Thanks,” she said. “Still, I wish I coul
him more, you know? He deserves it.”
“He has his mother,” I said, “who loves him
and that‟s all he really needs. You‟re doing great.”
“Plus, look at it this way, you‟ll still be young
when Max is old enough to get into a bar. You can
him his first drink, and everyone will say what a
hot MILF you are.”
She laughed. “Right.”
“He really is a great kid,” I said, thinking
about his round little cherub face. “So sweet. You‟re
lucky to have him.”
She nodded. “He is sweet. He must take after
me because his father is a douche bag.”
“Yeah he is,” I said, feeling a little dizzy. I put
my hand up to my forehead. “Is it hot in here or just
“It‟s a little hot,” she said, looking around.
“But look at how many people are crammed into this
“It‟s packed, alright,” said Jason, who was
suddenly standing next to me. “And there isn‟t
anywhere to move on the dance floor, there are so
many bodies out there now.”
“Hey,” I said, looking behind him. “Where is
“She‟s dancing with Brian, Gary
, and your
friend now,” he said, sitting down next to me. “I
needed a break.”
“Lucas left,” said Monica.
He ran a hand through his dark hair. “Yeah, I
ran into him on the way back here.”
Monica yawned. “I‟m tired. I think I need
“Me, too. I
‟m feeling a little dizzy anyway.” I
stuck my fingers in into my drink and grabbed an ice
cube. “I knew I should have gone to bed earlier last
night,” I said, rubbing it on my forehead.
“Drink your rum and Coke,” he said, nodding
toward the drink. “That wi
ll help cool you off.”
“No. I‟m done,” I replied, unzipping my
purse to get to my wallet. “I think I‟m just going to go
and get a plain Coke.”
“I‟ll get it for you,” he said, jumping up.
I looked up at him. “No. It‟s okay. You
already bought the drink. I f
eel bad for wasting it.”
He waved his hand. “Are you kidding? Don‟t
worry about it. Would you like a Coke, too?” he asked
“Yes. Please,” she said.
“Okay. I‟ll be right back,” said Jason, walking
“He‟s nice,” I said, watching him move
the busy bar, trying to find an available
“Yeah. He‟s cute, too.”
I nodded and closed my eyes.
“You okay?” she said.
I opened my eyes. “Like I said before, I‟m a
“There‟s a lot of stuff going around,” she said.
“Flu season, you
I scowled. “I hope it‟s not that. Last time I
had the flu I couldn‟t get out of bed for three days.”
“You and me both,” she said.
Jason returned a few minutes later and handed
us our sodas.
“Thanks,” I said. “I think I really need this.”
nks,” said Monica, taking her soda.
“No problem,” he answered, sitting down
next to me.
“I‟ll be right back. I need to go to the
bathroom,” said Monica, standing up.
“Do you want me to come with you?” I
“No. I‟m fine. I‟m going to call my mom, too.
See how Max is doing.”
“Okay,” I said, as she walked away.
“So, what do you normally do for fun?” he
asked, watching me as I took another drink of the
“Not a whole lot,” I said, smiling. “With
school and all.”
“What are you going to school for?”
ld him and we started talking about the
classes I was currently taking.
“What about you?” I asked.
“I‟ll tell you if you dance with me,” he said.
I took another drink of the Coke. “I don‟t
know. I‟m really not much of a dancer.”
“Either am I. We‟ll look g
“I doubt you‟d look as goofy as me,” I said,
finishing the rest of my soda. Besides, he looked
pretty comfortable dancing with Tiffany earlier.
He stood up. “Come on, let‟s dance. You
might feel better.”
“What about Monica?” I said, looking
“She‟ll figure it out.”
Before I could protest any more, he grabbed
my hand and pulled me toward the dance floor.
“There they are!” he hollered, pointing toward
Krystal and the others.
We made our way over to where they were
and Krystal squealed when she saw us.
“I can‟t believe it. You‟re dancing!” she
hollered, as the music changed and Jennifer Lopez‟s
song, “On the Floor” began to play.
“I love this one!” yelled Gary, who was
sweating and dancing next to two girls, who lo
annoyed more than anything.
“Me, too!” cried Krystal.
“I need a drink,” said Brian, pulling Krystal
away from me. “You should get one, too. Cool off!”
“But I want to dance with Adriana,” she
“Fine. Let‟s have a quick drink and come back
, Birthday Girl!” he hollered over the music. “If
you don‟t keep drinking, you‟re going to get sober.
You don‟t want that, do you?”
She laughed. “When you put it that way...”
“You okay, Adriana?” asked Krystal, moving
I nodded. “Just
a little warm.” It wasn‟t
helping that I was now on the dancefloor with dozens
of other people.
“Where‟s Monica?” she asked, leaning in to
“Bathroom,” I said, feeling lightheaded.
Krystal pointed and I saw that Tiffany was
with a guy that looked familiar.
“Isn‟t that one of her ex
boyfriends?” I asked.
“Yup. Oh,” said Krystal as Brian grabbed her
arm again and hauled her away. She laughed. “I guess
I‟ll see you soon!”
“You okay?” asked Jason, who was now
staring at my face
Suddenly it was hard to focus and the room
began to spin. “Oh, wow. I‟m so dizzy. We should go
“Nonsense,” he said, grabbing me by the
waist. “I‟ll take care of you.”
“You know… I… I don‟t… feel so good,” I
said, my tongue thick.
“You mentioned that your drink was really
strong,” he said. “It must be hitting you now.”
“But, I didn‟t drink… much,” I slurred,
staring up into his eyes. “This is… weird.”
“You‟re going to be fine. I‟ll take care of you,”
he said, holding me close.
clung on to him, afraid that I was going to
fall or possibly even pass out. “I... please…I need…”
“I know what you need,” he whispered in my
ear before everything went black.
I woke up to find Jason helping me into the
backseat of someo
“What‟s going on?” I mumbled, trying to
“I‟m giving you a ride home,” he said, smiling
at me. “You can lie down if you want.”
I tired looking outside, but it made me dizzier.
“I don‟t remember leaving the club.”
“I walked you outside to get some fresh air.
You were barely coherent.” He said something else,
but I nodded off.
When the door slammed shut, I opened my
eyes again and watched him walk around to the
driver‟s side door. He got in and started the car.
re‟s Krystal?” I asked, feeling sick to my
stomach. I rolled down the window to let some fresh
“She‟s fine. She wanted me to take you home.
You do want to go home, right? I mean, I can take
you back inside if you‟d prefer.”
Bile rose to the back of
my throat and I
swallowed it down. I felt horrible and still so dizzy. I
closed my eyes and curled up on the seat. “No. I just
want to go home,” I said, laying my head down.
“Thanks, Jason. You‟re… so… sweet to do this...”
time I woke up, I was sitting up and
Jason was in the backseat with me. One of his hands
was under my sweater, the other one was trying to get
inside of my jeans.
“Hey,” I slurred, pushing him away. “What
are you doing?”
“Shh...” he said, trying to kiss m
e. “Relax. I‟m
going to make you feel really good.”
I put my hand on his chest, stopping him.
Ignoring me, he grabbed my hand and put it
on his bulging zipper. “Come on, baby, I‟m so hard
for you,” he said. “Feel that?”
I removed my hand and shove
d him firmly in
the chest. “What the fuck are you doing? You
He stiffened up. “What in the hell is
“Me? You‟re acting like some kind of…
rapist!” I yelled.
His face turned white and this time he backed
far away from me. “No, I‟m
not. You were the one
who was all over me! Now you‟re freaking out? What,
are you, some kind of a psycho?”
“No,” I said, trying to think back. Everything
was hazy. The last thing I remembered was him
promising to bring me home. “You‟re lying.”
d at me. “I‟m lying? You‟re
completely nuts! I was going to drive you home and
you had your hands all over me. Said you wanted me
to come back there and fuck the shit out of you. So I
pulled over. Now, you‟re accusing
of rape? What is
wrong with you?”
touched my forehead. My head was
pounding and I was confused.
Fuck the shit out of me?
That certainly didn‟t sound like something I‟d say. But
to be honest, I really couldn‟t remember anything.
“No,” I said, frightened. “You have to be making this
laughed coldly. “I see how it is. You‟re just
tease. Coming on to me and then crying „rape‟.
Thoroughly baffled, I tried to think back, but
I couldn‟t even remember leaving the club. But, I had.
I also come on to him?
take me home?” I asked, trying
not to cry.
“Why should I take you home? I‟m a rapist,
remember?” he said sharply.
“Look, I‟m sorry,” I said, not knowing what
to think anymore. “I just want to go home.”
He sighed. “After the way you‟ve treated me?
I should just drive you home now?” He
crossed his arms over his chest. “Honestly, I feel like
I‟m the one who‟s been raped.”
I felt so nauseous and wondered what the hell
was wrong with me. “I said I was sorry,” I said, trying
not to throw up. “Please, ju
st drive me back to the
club, if it‟s closer. I‟ll find Krystal or Tiffany. They‟ll
take me home and you‟ll never have to see me again.”
Jason‟s face relaxed. “I can do that, if you
prefer. But,” he leaned toward me and brushed a
strand of hair away from m
y cheek, “I think you
should try being a little nicer to me.”
“Yeah. Sure,” I said, desperately trying not to
be sick. “Whatever you want. If you‟ll just drive me
“Whatever I want?”
I didn‟t say anything, I was too busy fighting
the urge to puke.
cupped my chin and dragged his thumb
across my lower lip. “I think you know what I want,”
I could hear him unzipping his jeans and my
stomach rolled. Instead of getting the blow job he
obviously wanted, I leaned over and threw up all over
“You asshole!” I cried as Jason threw my
purse out the window and it landed in the gravel. I
picked it up and glared at him.
“Have fun walking,” he shouted before
Trembling, I looked around the empty
parking lot, trying to fig
ure out where I was. From
what I could tell, I was at some kind of rest
Unfortunately, it was dark and there wasn‟t anyone
I opened up my purse, grabbed a couple of
tissues, and wiped my mouth. The jerk had gotten so
pissed off at me for puki
ng on him that he‟d pushed
me out of the car, totally abandoning me. Fortunately,
most of the vomit had landed on him and all I was
left with was the horrible taste in my mouth.
When I was done wiping my face, I walked
over to a garbage can and threw the t
Then I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Krystal.
When she didn‟t answer, I left her a voicemail and
then a text. Next, I called Tiffany, but she didn‟t
“Dammit,” I mumbled, noticing that the
battery on my phone was nearly dea
d, and it was
almost two in the morning. As I considered who to
call next, at such a crappy hour, I saw Raptor‟s
, I thought.
He was the one who told
me to call if I had problems. This would definitely
. Sighing, I pressed the call bu
“Get the fuck out of here,” I ordered, shoving
Brandy away from me. I‟d found her waiting for me
on my porch after leaving Griffin‟s. She‟d been sitting
there, alone in the dark, just like always. Needing me
to get her off
before returning to her boss.
Always loving a challenge, she ignored my
anger. “Come on, baby, don‟t be like that,” she
pouted, snuggling up against me. She reached down,
below my button and began caressing my cock
through the fabric. “See, he already want
s to come
out and play.”
“You‟ve got a lot of fucking nerve,” I
muttered, letting her stroke me. The truth was I was
still hornier than a mother
fucker and needed to do
something about it. I didn‟t care for the whores at
Griffin‟s and with everything that
had gone on at the
club, there hadn‟t been time to go looking for a
woman who would take my mind off of Adriana‟s
tight little ass.
“I‟m sorry,” whispered Brandy, rubbing her
tits against my chest. She was dressed in a skirt that
barely covered her crotch
and a tank top that
displayed her fake breasts, the ones that I‟d reluctantly
paid for last summer. She‟d hated her B
that they didn‟t make her feel up to par with some of
the other Old Ladies. Hell, I missed the old
The one before the fake boobs and even faker smiles.
The one who‟d promised to follow me to the moon
“You‟re lucky I don‟t fucking kick your ass off
of my porch,” I replied in a husky voice. I looked
around the neighborhood and noticed the oth
houses were dark. Most of my neighbors were in their
twenties and thirties. Apparently, everyone was asleep
or busy fucking each other. The thought made me
“I know. I can‟t help it, though. I need to feel
you inside of me, Raptor. I miss y
ou so much.”
Should have thought of that before you fucked me over
I thought. “You miss me, huh? Tell me what you
Brandy unbuckled my jeans and reached
inside. “This,” she whispered, pulling out my cock,
which was as hard as a rock. “Oh, my God, I
this so much.”
Looking up and down the street again, I
pulled her further into the shadows of my porch.
“Get on your knees,” I ordered.
Brandy didn‟t even hesitate. She got down and
began sucking me off. As I watched her head bobbing
and her lips slid
ing back and forth, I grabbed the
railing behind me and closed my eyes. Instead of the
lying bitch who was now getting me off, the one
who‟d cut me to the core with her cheating, I
imagined the kitten with the green eyes and sexy
smile. Adriana. Her tongue
, circling the head of my
cock, while she cupped my balls. Her hot, wet mouth,
urging me on so she could suck me dry. It didn‟t take
long before my hips were bucking and I was shooting
my load into her mouth. Adriana‟s mouth.
“That was fast,” said Brandy,
wiping her lips.
I opened my eyes and sighed. Not fast enough
as far as I was concerned. I took off my T
wiped my dick off.
“Mm… I love your muscles,” she said,
running her hand over my chest.
I didn‟t say anything, I just stared at her,
to believe I‟d wasted two years with someone
“My turn, right?” she whispered, giggling
nervously. “On the porch?”
I smiled coldly. “Oh, I see. You want me to
munch your box on my porch?
Brandy leaned against the railing and spread
her legs apart.
Then she raised her skirt, exposing her
pink panties. The ones I‟d purchased for her at
Victoria‟s Secret. “Yeah. Mm… I‟m already wet just
thinking about your tongue.”
Grunting, I zipped up my jeans, bundled up
shirt, and walked toward the front
“Raptor?” she pouted.
I looked over my shoulder. “Don‟t come back
here again, Brandy.”
“What the fuck? I just gave you a fucking
blow job and you‟re going to leave me here like this? I
need to get off, too, Trevor,” she whined, calling me
by my real
“Get off?” I opened the door and walked
inside. Then I turned to look back at her. “Why don‟t
my damn porch and go home.”
Her face darkened. “That‟s not funny.”
“Not trying to be,” I said. “Get out of my life
and stay the fuck out this
She crossed her arms under her chest and
smirked. “You‟re just saying that. I know you.”
She had me there. Last week I‟d been so
drunk, I‟d even broken down and fucked her. But, I‟d
had enough. “Just like I thought I knew you. You
made your bed, Br
andy. It‟s time to lay in it.”
She dropped her hands and took a step
toward me. “But, I want to lay in
pouted. “Come on, baby.”
I raised my hand. “Sorry, but I don‟t allow
whores in my bed. Not anymore. Thanks for the blow
job, by the way.
I‟ve got a twenty in my wallet if
you‟re charging for it now.”
She glared at me. “You asshole.”
“I prefer „dick‟ but you can call me whatever
you want. Just don‟t… call me baby,” I said, before
shutting the door in her face.
“Fuck you!” she hollered from t
he other side.
Smiling to myself, I went upstairs and took a
Thirty minutes later, I was unwrapping a
frozen pizza when my cell phone rang. Not
recognizing the number, I answered it anyway.
My eyes widened. “Adriana? Is that you?”
Uh, yeah. Listen, I need a ride home.” She
sighed. “You know what, I‟m sorry to bother you. I
should just call a cab.”
“No. Wait,” I said, putting the pizza back in
the freezer. “I‟ll give you a ride. It‟s not a problem.
Where are you?”
“I‟m really not sur
e. Hold on.”
“You at one of the clubs?”
“No,” she laughed humorlessly. “Actually I‟m
at some rest
stop. There‟s a sign over here. Hold on.”
“What do you mean you‟re at a rest
Krystal with you?”
“Where is she?”
“I don‟t know,” she said and th
en it sounded
like she was crying. “Some guy brought me here. He
said that he was going to take me home.”
My gut clenched angrily. “What?”
“Yeah. He, um,” she sniffed, “he tried making
a move on me and I threw up on him.”
I relaxed. “You did?”
nervously. “I don‟t even know
what really happened or why I threw up. I mean, I
hardly drank anything all night. Then I guess I passed
out. When I woke up, he had his hands all over me.”
“Where is this fucker?” I growled, wanting to
kill the bastard. It so
unded like Adriana had been
slipped some kind of a date
rape drug. “The guy who
did this to you?”
“Jason? I don‟t know. He left. Okay, I‟m at
Pinefield Rest Area. Do you know where that is?”
“No,” I said, trying to calm down. “But, I‟ll
find it. I‟m
leaving right now.”
“Thanks, Raptor,” she said softly.
“Call me Trevor,” I said, surprised at myself.
“Watch for me. I‟ll get there as soon as
I hung up and went to the restroom facility to
try and clean myself up a little, but it was locked.
“Nice,” I mumbled, slinging my purse over
my shoulder. I walked around the building to a picnic
table and sat down. Then I took out a compact mirror
ringed at my reflection. My makeup was
smeared and my eyes were red
rimmed from crying.
Sighing, I tried to rub as much of the dark makeup
off of my face before Trevor arrived and saw how
awful I looked.
h his street name
Raptor was cool, I
really liked his real name, Trevor. Plus, he seemed like
a decent enough guy. When I‟d told him about Jason,
he sounded like he wanted to throttle the guy. It
actually made me feel good. That and the fact that he
was willing to drive out here to pick me up
at such a
ridiculous hour. I just hoped it wasn‟t for sex. I wasn‟t
sure what I‟d do if he took me back to his place and
demanded I put out, to repay him. Like Jason. It was
obvious Jason had wanted me to give him a blow
The idea started my stomach r
olling all over again.
Pushing away any more thoughts of that asshole, I
shoved my mirror back into my purse and zipped it
back up. Then I laid my head down on my arms.
Fortunately, the fresh air and throwing up all over
Jason had made my tummy feel better
, but I was still
so tired. So tired that I eventually nodded off again.
I woke up hearing the sound of a motorcycle
in the distance. Wiping the drool from my lips, I
grabbed my purse, hurried over to the parking lot,
and stood under a light. When I saw Tr
toward me on his Harley, I felt such a sense of relief
that I almost started crying again.
He stopped next to me and put his kickstand
down, leaving the bike running. As he got off, I
noticed that he wore only faded blue jeans and a black
ther jacket without a shirt. His long hair was loose
and windblown. In fact, he almost looked like he‟d
just gotten out of bed, but, truthfully, I‟d never seen
anyone look so good. At that moment, he was my
armor and my stomach was all
“You okay, darlin‟?” he asked, studying my
I tried keeping a stiff upper lip, but it was
hard. My emotions were all over the place. I was
jittery, scared of what had happened with Jason, and
yet so happy to see Trevor, that my legs felt l
were going to give out. “Yeah. I‟m better. Now that
you‟re here and can give me a lift.”
He looked around and then back at me. “He
just dumped you off here? In the middle of
I nodded and then felt my lip quivering.
Trevor‟s eyes softened
. He opened up his
arms and stepped toward me. “It‟s okay, Adriana.
You‟re safe, now.”
“Thanks,” I squeaked, as his arms wrapped
around me. I closed my eyes, surprised at how much
comfort a stranger could offer. But, he was big and
strong and I could tell
by the look in his eyes that his
concern was genuine. It made me trust him that much
After a few seconds, he released me and then
walked back over to his bike. He opened up one of
the saddlebags and pulled out another leather jacket.
said, holding it out. “It‟s chilly out
here. You‟re going to need it for the ride.”
“Thanks,” I replied, grabbing the black jacket.
I put it on and zipped it up. “Is this yours?”
He smiled. “Yeah.”
“It‟s nice,” I said, running my hand over the
. It looked expensive and new, almost like
it had never been worn before. It also didn‟t look like
something a biker would wear. It was much more…
“My grandmother bought it for me a couple
years ago for Christmas. She said I needed to have
g classier to wear when I went out on dates,”
he said and then chuckled.
“Well, she has very good taste.”
“She does.” His smiled turned grim. “She‟s
also one of the few people I know in my family who
actually gives a shit.”
“Oh. I‟m sorry to hear that.”
“It‟s okay. I wasn‟t asking for sympathy. I
guess I was thinking out loud, again. I do that a lot.”
“No problem. I do that, too.”
He pushed his hair behind his ears. “So,
where do you live, darlin‟?”
I bit my lower lip, thinking about how loud
his Harley w
as. It would more than likely wake up
every one of the blue
hairs in the neighborhood, and
there were plenty. M
y mom would never let me hear
the end of it.
he didn‟t like bikers. They scared
her. Going home sudde
nly didn‟t seem like such a
To tell you the truth,
t know if I
should go home right now
,” I said. “It‟s late and my
mom will wake up. I don‟t want to have to explain…”
He looked surprised. “You live with your
I raised my chin
. “Yeah. I‟m in college. It‟s
easier and mo
You don‟t have to explain
anything to me,
I‟m not judging you
I relaxed. “You can say that again. So, um,
aybe you could drive me
That‟s probably not going to work.
spoke to Tank. Krystal‟s at his house.”
. She got a lift back to his place
some girl named Tiffany. Tank said
Krystal had been
under the impression that you were getting a ride
I‟m pretty sure she‟s passed out now with all of
the shit she had to drink
It was supposed to have been me who was
give her a ride
” I frowned, “
sick and Jason was supposed to take me home.
Trevor‟s eyes hardened. “Obviously, t
wasn‟t the fucker‟s only intent.”
“Apparently not. I guess I can‟t go back
Krystal‟s house then.”
“No sweat. You can stay at my place,” he said.
“In the guestroom
, of course,
he said, when I gave
him a doubtful look.
Are you sure?”
I answered, not kn
that was a good idea. But, he did say “guest” room.
“Of course I‟m sure,” he said. He got on his
bike and kicked up the kickstand. “Let‟s go.”
I walked over and stood next to him, feeling
“Hop on,” he said, nodding toward the seat
“To be honest, I‟ve never been on one of
“Don‟t worry, you‟re going to love it.”
I smiled weakly. “Okay.”
“Just get on behind me. Wait a second,” he
said, pointing to my purse. “Put this around your
neck and shoulder. Then zip up the
I did what he said and then slid my leg over
the seat, straddling the bike.
“Put your feet there,” he said, pointing down
to the footrests.
“Okay. How‟s your foot, by the way?”
“It‟s a little tender, but nothing to worry
forgot, put this on,” he said,
handing me a black helmet. “Just in case.”
I slipped it on and buckled it.
He grabbed one of my hands and put it
around his waist. “Hold onto me tightly now. With
both hands. I don‟t want to lose you.”
“Yeah, well, I don‟t
want you to lose me,
either,” I replied dryly, putting both hands around
“If it‟s more comfortable, you can slide your
hands under my jacket. You might get a better grip.”
“Okay,” I replied, not seeing why it would
make that much of a difference.
n my hands touched his bare skin, he
stiffened up. “Damn, you‟ve got cold hands, Kitten.”
“Sorry,” I said, enjoying how warm his skin
was, not to mention how sexy his abs felt under my
palms. I scooted forward until we were as close as
could be and then
laid my cheek against the back of
his leather jacket.
He patted my knee. “Let‟s get you home.”
When Adriana‟s hands touched my waist, it
started a fire in my lower belly and made my zipper
unbearably tight. I kept my cool, however. The last
thing I needed was for her to realize that I wanted to
bang the fuck out of her myself, after she‟d almost
“Damn, you‟ve got cold hands, Kitten,” I
said, gritting my teeth as her fingers slid over my skin.
“Sorry,” she said, snuggling up against me.
Releasing my breath, I patted her leg in
reassurance. I wanted her to know that she was safe
with me. I
wasn‟t like that fuck
head, Jason. The one
who was going to get his ass handed to him when I
found the prick. “Let‟s get you home.”
“Okay,” she said, gripping my waist even
more tightly as we began to roll.
I pulled out of the parking lot, relishing the
fact that the roads were empty and I had a beautiful
woman on the back of my bike. The only thing that
could make it better would be the feel of her hand
sliding further south. I brushed the lewd thoughts
away and tilted my face up toward the wind, hoping
would cool me the fuck down. Here, I‟d just gotten
my dick sucked an hour ago and my mind was still in
the gutter. But, there was something so fresh and sexy
about Adriana. Something that intrigued me so much
that I was out rescuing her ass at two
ty in the
morning. This was surprising, even for me. Especially
after my experience with Brandy.
“You okay?” I hollered over the rumble of the
engine as we turned onto the highway and began to
pick up speed.
Laughing, she raised her thumb.
roads were clear on the trip back to my
house, but I stayed the speed limit, even taking a
longer route, just so the trip would last longer. Having
her on the back of my bike and holding onto me like
she was felt pretty fucking good.
“I want one,” said Ad
riana, when I pulled up
to my garage, fifteen minutes later.
I smiled at her over my shoulder. “A
“Yes. Oh, my God, that was
can‟t believe I‟ve never been on one of these before.”
I turned off the engine. “It‟s even more
during the day. Especially when you‟re
touring across the countryside with the sun in your
face, your back against the wind, and the stereo
cranked. It doesn‟t get much better than that.”
“It sounds like a lot of fun. Do you take many
I ran m
y hands through my hair, wishing I
would have worn it back in a ponytail. “Not enough.”
“Huh.” She looked around my garage. “Wow,
is that your Chevelle?”
“Yeah. You into muscle cars?”
“I always thought they were cool. What year is
“It‟s a ‟67 S.S.”
t‟s sexy,” she said, walking over to it.
“I just had it repainted,” I said, following her.
“What color was it before?”
“It was the same color. Black.”
She leaned down and looked into the window.
“It‟s beautiful. Do you take it out much?”
fall now, though, so I
probably won‟t take it out any more this year,” I
“I don‟t blame you,” she said turning around.
When she noticed how close we were, she slid
sideways and moved around me. “Thanks for letting
me stay at your place. The fresh
air felt great, but I‟m
so tired. I can‟t wait to sleep.”
“I bet. Do you have to work later?” I asked,
not even sure if she had a job. All I knew was that she
was in college.
She nodded. “Yeah. At six
thirty. In the
evening, thank God.”
“Where do you
“I work part
time at Dazzle.”
“The jewelry store?”
Adriana nodded. “My mom owns it. Normally
I don‟t work Saturday nights, but I promised I‟d help
her with inventory after the shop closes”
“Huh. I‟ve been there, before. Nice stuff. A
“You pay for quality,” she replied. “My
mother prides herself on buying only the best
diamonds and gems. She travels all over for them.”
“Interesting. Does she make her own jewelry,
“Yes. She‟s been teaching me now, too.”
“Really? That mus
t be interesting.”
She shrugged. “It‟s okay. I don‟t have the
same passion that she does. Or creativity. Anyway,
what about you? Where do you work?”
“You mean when I‟m not working for
“I do a little carpentry on the side.”
She looked surp
rised. “Like, as in fixing up
houses and stuff?”
“Yeah,” I said, as we stepped outside the
garage and began heading toward the house. “Or
whatever else needs fixing.”
She stopped abruptly. “Um, it looks like you
have company and… they might need some fixin
I looked to see what she was staring at and my
blood began to boil. Brandy was standing on my
porch, holding a tissue and glaring at us.
“What are you doing here?” I asked sharply.
Her face fell and she began to cry.
“Fuck,” I mumbled whe
n I noticed the bruise
on her cheek.
“Danny hit me,” she said, raising her chin. “If
you didn‟t notice.”
I stepped onto the porch. “Yeah, well, what
the fuck do you want me to do about it?”
Adriana, who was behind me, gasped at my
oked at her. “Who the hell is this?”
“Never mind,” I snapped. “It‟s none of your
business. Now, get in your car and go home.”
go home,” she cried, looking
at me like I was an idiot. “He kicked me out. I need a
fucking place to stay.”
Grinding my teeth, I unlocked the front door
and turned to Adriana. “I have some shit to take care
of,” I said, trying to soften my voice. “Go inside and
make yourself at home.”
“Uh, I can call a cab,” she said, looking a little
I gave her a
reassuring smile. “No cab.
Everything is cool, okay? I‟ll be in shortly. ”
“Oh, and hey… if you‟d like to take a shower,
there are towels in the linen closet. Feel free to use
whatever you want.”
Brandy wrinkled her nose and smirked. “She
ld. She smells like puke.”
I turned to her. “Brandy,” I warned, glaring at
her. “Shut the fuck up.”
“I‟ll be inside,” said Adriana, walking past me.
From the look on her face, she was as embarrassed as
“Who the fuck is she
randy, after Adriana shut the door.
“Like I said, it‟s none of your goddamn
business,” I said and pointed toward the street where
her car was parked. “Now, take your problems
somewhere else. They don‟t belong here.”
Her lip quivered and her eyes filled wit
“Why are you such an asshole? Don‟t you care about
me at all?”
I stared at her in disbelief. “I stopped caring
the moment I found out you were fucking around on
me with your boss, who I assume is now your
boss. You‟re lucky I didn‟t beat the fu
ck out of you
when I found out, because you‟d have had more than
a bruise on your cheek.”
She tilted her head and smiled. “Right. That‟s
“Maybe it should be,” I threatened, never
wanting to hit a woman as much as I did at that
She saw th
rough it. “You‟re a good man,
Trevor. You‟d never hit a woman. We both know
I smiled cruelly. “Is that right? Just like I
thought I knew you?”
Brandy‟s face fell. She tried reaching for me.
“Trevor, baby, I‟m so sorry
I pushed her away. “Don‟t yo
u give me that
„I‟m sorry‟ shit and don‟t you dare fucking test me,” I
spat. “Now, if you don‟t get off of my property, I‟ll
call the police and let them do it.”
Her eyes widened. “
the police. That‟s
“Does it look like I‟m doing stand
up now?” I
whispered angrily, noticing that one of my neighbors‟
porches was now lit up.
Brandy let out a ragged sigh. “Okay, fine. But,
do you even care why he hit me?”
She ignored me. “I told him I wanted to get
back with you.”
Grunting, I open
ed the door. “That‟s
She lurched forward, grabbing onto my
leather jacket. “Please, Trevor, forgive me,” she
begged, staring up into my eyes. “I made a mistake,
baby. I realize that. It was the biggest mistake of my
life, but I know that someh
ow… we can both get past
I removed her hands from my collar and
shoved her away. “It‟s too late, Brandy, don‟t you get
“But I made a mistake,” she sobbed. “I
should have never cheated on you. I know that. Can‟t
you just forgive me?”
I hated seein
g a woman cry, especially one I‟d
once cared so much about. But my pride was still
wounded and there was no way I‟d be able to ever
trust Brandy again. Not after the shit she‟d pulled.
“Seems to me you didn‟t learn your lesson after
balling your boss.”
looked confused. “What do you mean?”
“You cheated on me and then you cheated on
me. Well, guess what? Now, neither of us
want anything to do with your lying ass,” I said,
slamming the door in her face.
I wasn‟t exactly sure who the blond was
standing on Trevor‟s porch but she certainly didn‟t
look thrilled to see me. And the comment about me
smelling like puke
well, it was probably true, but she
didn‟t have to point it out. Beaten or not, she was still
Sighing, I turned on the light, removed my
boots, and caught my first impression of Trevor‟s
place. From what I could tell, it was a cozy, split
house that couldn‟t have been more than ten years
old. It smelled kind of nice, too. Like fre
sh cedar and
lemon. It was a nice surprise, considering I‟d expected
it to smell more like cigarettes or stale beer, since he
was a biker and obviously liked to party.
To the left of the front door, I noticed a pair
of Nike tennis shoes, a brown pair of c
and a set of steel
toed mountain boots sitting next to
a wooden bench. I placed my own boots next to his.
Damn, he has big feet.
Smiling, I walked up the stairs, to the main
level, which was obviously a bachelor pad. There was
an oversized br
own leather sectional, which faced a
large television and an impressive stereo and sound
system. There was also a large fish tank that took up
most of the other wall. Other than that, there wasn‟t
much thought put into the decor, save for a few
d a painting of an older model Harley
Davidson, which hung over a small fireplace.
Intrigued by the aquarium, I walked over and
stared at the colorful fish, which were obviously the
saltwater kind. I leaned down and watched a group of
fish swim thr
ough some rocks, amazed at the
sheer size of the tank. I didn‟t know a lot about fish,
but I knew that a large tank like this wasn‟t cheap and
needed a lot of maintenance. As I began examining
some of the other fish, the front door opened and
later, slammed shut, startling me. I
straightened up and met him by the stairs. He looked
like he wanted to hurt someone.
“So, is she going to be all right?” I asked,
nodding toward the doorway.
He grunted and shook his head. “She was a
total cunt to you a
nd yet you still care about her
I winced at the word “cunt.” I hated it, but
for some reason, it seemed kind of fitting for her. “I
don‟t know. She just looked so desperate. Like she
really needed help.”
“Don‟t worry about her. She‟ll be fine. Sh
can go to her sister‟s or her mom‟s for help,” he said,
climbing the steps.
“Who is she?” I asked, having a pretty good
, who visits you in the middle of the
night?” I replied.
He sighed and removed his leather jacket.
used to be my Old Lady. Before she decided she
needed to be more than that.”
I stared at his bare chest and muscular arms,
wondering why in the hell she‟d given all that up.
“Her loss though, right?”
Trevor smiled. “That‟s what I keep telling
myself,” he s
aid, walking closer to me.
“How are you feeling? Still sick to your
I shrugged. “A little. I think I just need to
“So, you said I could use your shower?” I
asked, feeling nervous now that we were alone in his
and he was already half
“Oh, yeah,” he said, turning toward the
hallway. “There‟s a shower you can use right through
here. I‟ll show you.”
I followed him to the bathroom and he turned
on the light.
“Everything you need should be in there
shampoo, conditioner, soap…”
“Thanks,” I said, as he reached inside the
linen closet and handed me a thick, blue towel.
He looked down at my clothes. “Oh, yeah.
You‟ll probably need something clean to wear. I‟ll be
right back,” he said, leaving me in the b
returned shortly with a pair of red boxers and a long
black Harley Davidson T
shirt. “I don‟t know if these
will fit,” he said, nodding toward the boxers, “but the
shirt should be comfortable enough.”
“Thanks,” I replied, taking them from him
smiled shyly. “You‟ve been so nice. I don‟t even know
what to say.”
“Don‟t worry about it. I‟m just glad I could
“Me, too,” I said,
trying not to stare at his
biceps. But it was hard. Not only were they nice but
his tattoos were intriguing. “Wha
t is that on your
upper arm? The face with the empty eyes?”
He looked down at it. “I got that when I was
sixteen. It‟s supposed to represent a soulless asshole.”
He chuckled. “No. Me. Back then. I was
going through some things. I had a lot o
f anger issues.
Got into a lot of fights. Did some shit I wasn‟t proud
“We all did.”
His eyes twinkled. “You like to make up
excuses for people. You need to stop doing that.”
I couldn‟t help but smile. “You think so?”
“Definitely. You‟re far too nice.
“I‟ll work on it.”
He smirked. “You have any ink?”
“Tattoos? Me?” I laughed. “No. Not that I
don‟t want one. Maybe someday.”
“You could start out with something small.
Like a heart. Then build from there.”
“I was thinking a skull would be kind of cool
A skull with a rose.”
He grinned. “You like skulls?”
“I like flowers. I just thought the skull would
make it look not so… girly.”
“Nothing wrong with being girly,” he said.
“But, having a dark side can also be damn sexy. You
have one of those?”
“A dark s
He gave me a slow grin. “Yeah.”
My cheeks turned pink. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
“I don‟t think you do,” he replied. “But, to tell
you the truth, it doesn‟t make you any less sexy.”
I could feel my blush deepen.
He suddenly looked like he‟d gotten his hand
caught in the cookie jar. “Sorry. I‟d better let you get
into the shower so you can get some rest.”
“Thanks. Where is the guestroom?”
It‟s right next to my bedroom,” he said
“Down the hall and to the left.
There should be
sheets on it and the mat
is decent. It‟s not as nice
as mine, though. So, if you want, I can take the guest
bed and you can have my room.”
“No. I‟m sure the bed is just fine. Thanks,
Nodding, he shoved his hands in
f you change your mind and have a
time sleeping, you can
sneak into my bed. It‟s a
king and I pretty much sleep like the dead. I doubt I‟d
ven know you were there
I laughed. “Right. I bet you say that to all your
He looked serious. “I know what you‟ve been
rough tonight. There‟s no way I‟d take advantage of
you, Adriana. I‟m serious.”
I smiled. “I appreciate it. I‟ll be fine though.
In the guestroom.”
I‟m going to make
, so when you‟re done with your shower,
feel free to c
rash. Unless you‟re hungry
, that is
Would you like something to eat? I was about to
make a pizza before I left to pick you up.”
My stomach was empty but food just didn‟t
sound that appetizing. “
I‟m just going to
go to bed.”
“Okay. Holler if yo
u need anything,
” he said,
leaving me alone in the bathroom
I turned around and
looked at myself in the
mirror. Sure enough, there was dried puke in my hair.
Not a lot, but enough to be offensive.
He had to have
I was too tired to
care. Sighing, I turned
on the water, got undressed, and slipped
After leaving Adriana, I walked into my
bedroom, changed into a pair of sweats, and called
“She okay?” he
mumbled, answering the
“Yeah. Sorry, brother. Did I wake you?”
“It‟s okay. What happened?”
I told him what I knew.
“Fucker must have slipped something into her
“That‟s what I was thinking,” I said. “What
about Krystal? You think anything
made it into hers?”
“No. She was definitely drunk, but coherent.
Rode me like I was a goddamn bull. I swear, my balls
are sore from all that bouncing around.”
“I‟m serious. The woman was insatiable
“Okay, enough about your horny woma
your hairy balls. You‟re making me sick.”
He laughed. “So, what do you want to do
about this guy?”
“Teach him a fucking lesson.”
“That‟s what I thought. We‟ll start looking
tonight. Obviously, he didn‟t get laid. He‟ll be sure as
shit looking for so
meone else to molest on a Saturday
“I‟m counting on it.”
“What the fuck is it about this date
Why can‟t they just be fucking men and earn the
pussy? It‟s more fun that way anyway.”
I stretched out on my bed and stared up at the
“It‟s not about the sex. I heard it‟s about
controlling the victim.”
“Okay, Dr. Phil.”
“Fuck off. It‟s what I heard.”
He chuckled. “I‟m just giving you shit. I
actually heard that, too. On Oprah.”
I laughed. “You still watch that show, huh?”
“How do you t
hink Dr. Phil got started?
Oprah‟s a fucking genius. Everything she touches
turns to gold.”
“If your old man knew you were watching
Oprah,” I said, chuckling, “he‟d kick your ass.”
“Fucking tell him and I‟ll kick yours.”
“Doesn‟t Oprah condemn violence?”
“For you, I‟m sure she‟d make an exception.
Anyway, back to this fucking dirt
bag. You know, he
probably won‟t hit the same club.”
“Probably not. We‟ll get a description and
spread out. I‟m sure Hopper, Derby, and Jackal
wouldn‟t mind helping out. We can d
o it before the
card game tomorrow.”
“Agreed. Hell, I think we should round up
posse and catch ourselves a rabbit. Feed him
to the Raptor. Unless you want to just shoot the
The thought had entered my mind. “That‟s
letting him down too easy
“So, what‟s going on with Breaker?” I asked,
changing the subject. “Is there going to be any kind
of retribution for what happened to Jessica?”
“The Rangers are still standing behind that
lying sack of shit.”
“You can say that again. The
old man is
spitting bullets. I‟m thinking he‟s just going to say
„fuck it‟ and take him out anyway.” He lowered his
voice. “Don‟t say anything, but I guess she was a
virgin to boot.”
“What a way to have your cherry popped,
“No shit,” I s
aid. “He beat the fuck out of
her, too, didn‟t he?”
“From what I hear, he knocked her around,
pretty good. The old man is so fucking pissed. He‟s
not going to let this slide.”
“I don‟t blame him. That pile of shit needs to
be taken the fuck out. Even if he
didn‟t rape Jessica,
he sure as shit is going to assault someone else,” I
said, thinking of the way he‟d been harassing Adriana
“He did it. There‟s no doubt in my mind, or
“So, what now?”
“He mentioned contacting The Judge.”
The Judge wa
s a mercenary who didn‟t belong
to any club that I knew of. He was a discreet mother
fucker who always got the job done, no matter what it
was. For a hefty price, though.
“He know how to get ahold of him?” I asked.
“Apparently. It‟s his godson.”
That was a
shock. “I didn‟t know that.”
“You‟re not supposed to.”
“Then I‟ll keep it to myself.”
“I know you will, brother.”
I ran a hand over my forehead. I was beat and
couldn‟t wait to sleep myself. “Are we still having
church tomorrow afternoon?”
“Yeah. Three o‟
“You like her, don‟t you.”
Tank laughed. “What do you mean,
know who the fuck I mean. The chick. Adriana.”
I hesitated. “She‟s okay.”
“You going to tap that?”
“Fuck no. She was almost raped. I‟d have to
be a real asshole to
“You are a real asshole,” he chided, a smile in
“I‟m just giving you shit. She‟s cute. I think
she was digging you earlier.”
“Doesn‟t matter. She‟s… different. I‟m
leaving her be.”
“Different. Like how?”
“She‟s… a gullible
He tried goading me again. “Your address is
in the suburbs.”
“You know what the fuck I mean.”
“I‟m seeing Krystal. They‟re friends. She lives
in the suburbs. I don‟t see the problem.”
“Come on, Tank. You know what I‟m talking
are both the kinds of girls that want
commitment, a ring, and a piece of paper. They won‟t
stand for anything less.”
“I‟m going to patch her and who knows…
maybe someday we‟ll get hitched.”
“Krystal? You really care that much for her?”
I asked, surprised.
“Yeah, I do.”
“This is fucking weird,” I said, smirking.
“We‟re on the phone and talking about relationships.
We sound like a couple of fucking chicks. I‟d better
get off before I start growing tits and talking about
Tank laughed. “I hear you, bro
Catch you later.”
I hung up the phone and was plugging it into
the charger on my nightstand when I heard Adriana
open the door and step out of the bathroom. I
quickly got out of bed and met her in the hallway. Her
hair was wrappe
d in a towel and her face was slightly
“Feel better?” I asked.
She nodded. “What should I do with the
towel?” she asked, touching her head.
“I can take it. What did you do with your
“Oh, crap, I forgot. I left them in the
bathroom,” she sai
d, moving back inside. She bent
down and scooped them up.
“Give them to me and I‟ll wash them. That
way they‟ll be clean when you‟re ready to go later.”
“You don‟t have to go through all of that
trouble,” she said, stepping back out of the bathroom.
usly. You‟ve already done enough.”
“Don‟t worry about it. I‟m sure you‟re not
going to want to put them back on later dirty.
Although, you do look pretty comfortable in my T
shirt,” I said, my eyes trailing over her chest to her
I should hav
e given her a white T
thought. “So, uh, how do the boxers fit?”
She lifted the shirt, baring her stomach.
“They‟re pretty baggy,” she said, tugging at the
waistband. “But, they‟ll do.”
“You just don‟t fill them out the way I do.”
She suddenly look
ed embarrassed. Adriana
dropped the T
shirt. “I‟m sure.”
I cleared my throat and nodded toward the
guestroom. “You may as well try and get some sleep.
I‟m going to throw your things into the wash
machine. Did you want me to wake you at a certain
“Just when you want to kick me out.”
“That‟s the last thing I want to do,” I replied,
thinking out loud.
She laughed nervously. “Okay. Well, I guess
“Sure,” I said, holding out my arms. “I‟ll take
care of the laundry and then I‟m going to crash,
“Thanks again,” she said, handing me the
clothes. She then touched my arm. “You‟ve been so
incredibly sweet to me.”
I grunted. “Just don‟t tell anyone. You‟ll ruin
my reputation for being a soulless asshole.”
“Your secret is safe with me, Raptor,”
replied before leaning over and kissing me on the
Resisting the urge to drop everything and kiss
her back properly, I turned on my heel and headed
toward the laundry room. “Sleep well, Kitten.”
“Thanks. You, too,” she called back.
Trevor had been right
bed wasn‟t the most comfortable. In fact, it was as
hard as a rock. I
was so exhausted that it didn‟t
matter, however. I fell asleep within two minutes of
hitting the pillow
When Trevor woke me a few
hours later, my
back was stiff and I had a horrible headache.
“You okay?” he asked, staring down at me,
holding a cup of coffee. He was dressed in pale blue
jeans, a white T
shirt, and his leather cut. His
hair was down and slightly damp.
I sat up a
nd winced. “Headache.”
“I‟ve got something for that. Hold on,” he
said, disappearing out of the room.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and
sat there, listening to him rummage around in the
bathroom. He returned with two pills and a bottle of
I took them from him. “Thanks.”
“No problem. Are you hungry?”
“Very,” I replied, feeling my stomach growl at
the mention of it.
“Good, because I‟m making us breakfast.”
I smiled. “That sounds great. Thank you.”
He nodded toward the dark oak
I noticed that my clothes were sitting. “Your clothes
are clean. Get dressed and I‟ll meet you in the
“Okay,” I said, opening up the bottle of
water. I shoved the pills into my mouth and washed
He started walking out of
the room and then
“What?” I asked, wondering why he was
staring at me with such a funny smile.
“I was just thinking, I‟ve had a lot of women
stay overnight in this place, and I‟ve never seen
anyone look so good in the morning. Without
“Right,” I said, resisting the urge to look at
myself in the dresser mirror.
“No, I‟m serious. You obviously have great
genes. Your mother must be a gorgeous woman,” he
said before leaving the room.
Thinking about her, I quickly stood up. “Crap,
my phone?” I called.
“Your purse is in the kitchen,” he hollered
I closed the door, changed my clothes, and
then glanced in the mirror. “He must be either blind
or looking to get laid,” I mumbled, staring at my
reflection. My hair was a mess from d
on the pillow, and there was still some mascara
blotches under my lashes. Sighing, I ran my fingers
through my hair, and then licked my finger to wipe
off the black crud. When I cleaned what I could, I
walked into the kitchen, where the sme
ll of bacon
made me groan in pleasure.
“It smells wonderful in here.”
“A man who can cook,” I said, watching him
flip the eggs. “Nice.”
“I can hold my own. Hope you like your eggs
easy, „cause that‟s how I made them.”
“That‟s how I like them
,” I said, sitting down
at the table.
“You want some coffee?”
“No thanks. I‟m not much of a coffee
drinker,” I answered and then held up the bottle of
water. “I‟ll just drink the rest of this.”
He grabbed two plates and set them on the
counter. “I‟ve got
“The water is fine.”
He glanced over his shoulder at me. “You like
“Then you‟re drinking it,” he said, filling the
plates with food. “After last night, the vitamin C will
be good for you.”
He brought the pl
ates over and set one in
front of me.
“Wow, this is a lot of food,” I said, staring
down at my plate. There were two eggs, a pile of hash
browns, along with two pieces of toast, and four
strips of bacon. “I normally have yogurt or a muffin
“Explains why you‟re so skinny.”
“I‟m healthy, though.”
He opened the refrigerator and took out a
carton of orange juice. “I‟m not saying you‟re not.
Just mentioning that you‟re skinny.”
It was weird. I wondered if he thought I was
too skinny. “Okay.”
Grinning, he poured some of the orange juice
into a glass and then set it down next to my plate.
“Why do you keep grinning?” I asked.
“Why are you so insecure?”
“I‟m not insecure,” I said defensively.
His grin widened.
“What is so damn funny?” I asked a
seeing the amusement in his eyes. “I just, I just don‟t
He sat across from me. “Nothing, really. I just
like fucking with you.”
“I can tell.”
Our eyes met.
“You can tell what?”
“That you like fucking with me,” I said.
He got a wicked look i
n his eyes and I
thought he was going to come back with something
crude, but then his face grew serious. Clearing his
throat, he grabbed the bottle of ketchup and began
pouring some on his hash browns. “You do realize
what happened last night, don‟t you?”
“I think so.”
I sighed. I‟d thought it about it before drifting
off to sleep. Nothing else made any sense other than
Jason, or one of his friends, must have slipped
something into my drink. Some kind of drug. I just
didn‟t know if I could prove
it. “I think that maybe
someone slipped drugged me.”
“That guy, Jason?”
“I‟m not totally sure. I think it was him, but it
could have been one of his friends. They bought us
shots and drinks. I don‟t know, maybe I‟m being silly.
Maybe it was something else.
Food poisoning. A
touch of the flu. I don‟t know.”
“How much did you drink?
“One shot. A couple sips of a rum and Coke.”
“Jason bought me a soda. I drank that and
then we went out on the dance floor.”
A vein in Trevor‟s forehead began to pul
He looked pissed. “He bought you the soda. That‟s
what I wanted to hear. Do you know where to find
“Not really. I mean, we both go to the same
college, I.U., but the campus is huge. I‟ll probably
never see him again.”
“What kind of a car was he
“I think it was a Camry. Four
I closed my eyes and thought back. “I think it
was dark blue,” I said, opening them back up.
“What about his friends? Is there anything
you can tell me about them?”
My eyes widened. “Why?”
to be stopped.”
I sighed. “Yeah. I suppose I should call the
police. Maybe it‟s not too late to find out if I really
“You were obviously drugged, probably with
GHB. Anyway, we‟re not calling the police,” he said,
picking up his fork.
u just said he needed to be stopped.
God, I wonder how many times he‟s done this
before?” I said, staring at my plate of food. It didn‟t
quite look so appetizing anymore. “GHB, huh? I‟ve
heard of that stuff. Just never thought it would
happen to me.”
l be stopped, Kitten. Believe me. But
we‟re not getting the police involved. It would be a
waste of time.”
“What exactly are you planning on doing?” I
asked, feeling anxious now. Obviously, Jason was an
asshole and should be arrested, but something told
that Trevor‟s plans for him were more sinister.
“Nothing you need to know about,” he said
and then nodded at my food. “Now, eat. You‟ve got
to be hungry.”
I bit my lower lip. “You‟re going to do
something illegal, aren‟t you?”
He didn‟t answ
“Are you planning on hurting him?”
He picked up a piece of toast and dipped it
into his eggs. “First of all, why do you care? And
secondly, how many girls do you think he‟s already
hurt or will hurt?”
“I don‟t know but we need to let the cops
re of this.”
“There won‟t be any evidence that he did
anything. It will be a waste of time.”
“What do you mean? Maybe they can test my
blood for proof that I was drugged.”
“If it‟s GHB, the shit dissipates in your blood
pretty quickly, from what I hear. An
d even if they do
find something, how can you prove he actually did it?
Did you see him put anything into your drink?”
“And it was a crowded bar.”
“It will be your word against his. No
“He might have some of the drug in his car or
his home. The police can get a search warrant.”
“You really want to waste your time filling out
a bunch of police reports and waiting for test results,
only to find out later that they don‟t have any real
evidence to arrest the asshole?”
I let out a ragged
breath. “No. I guess not. I
have to work tonight and I‟ve got classes on
“There you go. Let me handle it.”
“What exactly are you planning on doing?”
He didn‟t say anything.
He sighed. “We‟ll just scare the fuck out of
him. Let him know
he can‟t get away with that shit.”
I frowned. “That‟s really all that you‟re going
“Yeah. Sure. Why do you care what happens
to that prick, anyway?”
“I just don‟t want to see anyone get hurt. “
“Jesus, you really are a bleeding
I pictured Trevor getting arrested and it did
something to me. “I just don‟t want to see you get
thrown in jail.”
“Don‟t worry about me.”
“Why would you even risk it? For me? We
barely know each other.”
He took a moment to answer. “
Let‟s just say
that I despise assholes who fucking abuse women like
that. Whether it‟s drugging them, pushing them
around, or whatever the fuck they‟re doing.” His jaw
clenched. “I told you how my dad used to beat the
fuck out of my mom. Had to watch that
for years, until I finally had the balls to stand up to
him. It may have not turned out the way I‟d imagined
it, but it still made me feel good. Showing my old man
that I wasn‟t going to let him get away with that shit.
Not while I was around.”
“You should be proud of yourself,” I said.
“You were obviously a very brave kid.”
“I was actually scared shitless at the time. But,
I made a promise to myself that I‟d never stand back
and watch anyone get kicked around that didn‟t
deserve it. Never again
. Especially, women.”
“So, if you wanted to make a difference in
that respect, why didn‟t you become a cop instead of
a… gang member?”
His face grew dark. “Because this has been my
life since Slammer took me in. I‟d do anything for any
one of my brothers.
We‟re family. They‟ve got my
back and I‟ve got theirs.”
“Yeah, but, if you‟re so passionate about
stopping violence again women, becoming a cop
“Don‟t get me started on cops. Hell, the cops
couldn‟t help my mom. Even the times the neighbors
and they took my old man away. He
always came back, whether it was the next day or the
next week. Sure, they‟d make up and everything
would be good for a while. But, just for a while. Then
he‟d beat the shit out of her again.”
I didn‟t know what to say. Li
ving through that
would have taken away any faith I had in the legal
system, too. Not that it was directly the cops‟ fault.
His mom had obviously allowed it to happen until she
finally took off on her own.
I remained silent and he seemed to relax.
to me, don‟t you go worrying your pretty little
head about what‟s gonna happen to Jason. You feel
I nodded. If he wanted to confront Jason, I
wasn‟t going to stand in the way. The asshole certainly
didn‟t deserve any pity from me. “Sure… I, uh, feel
“Good.” He pointed at my plate with his fork.
“Now, eat your food and if it makes you feel better,
forget that we ever had this conversation.”
“I think I will,” I replied, cutting into my egg.
We didn‟t say much more
during breakfast. I
could tell he had a lot on his mind and so did I. When
we were finished, I offered to help him with the
“I‟ll do them,” he said and then nodded to my
purse. “You need to call someone? Let them know
“That‟s right. I
was going to call my mom,” I
said, grabbing the phone out of my purse. I walked
into the living room and dialed her number. When
she didn‟t answer, I left her message about staying
overnight at a friend‟s, and that I‟d see her later. Just
as I was hanging
up, Lily called me.
“What happened last night?” she asked.
I gave her the play
play and she gasped.
“Jason told me you asked him to drive me
home. Did you?”
“You could barely stand and I thought you
were wasted. I mean, yeah, the guy offered to do it
nd he seemed so nice.”
“Obviously it was all an act.”
“I‟m so sorry, Adriana. I had no fucking idea
that he‟d pull that kind of shit.”
“Yeah, well, I‟m still shocked myself.”
She sighed. “Do you even remember leaving
“Not really. I can remember
him helping me
into the car. Then, I passed out and the next thing I
knew, he had his hands all over me.”
“Oh, my God, you must have been scared.”
“I was confused and then pissed off, more
“I feel like such an idiot. He almost raped
she said, her voice cracking. “I‟m so sorry. I
shouldn‟t have let him drive you home.”
“It‟s not your fault. You were pretty tipsy
“Yeah, I was trashed. So was Tiffany. Thank
God she made it home herself after dropping me
“She went home, right after you did.”
I sighed. “Do you think that Jason‟s friends
“Maybe. I don‟t know. Gary didn‟t seem the
type. I mean, he and I talked about his ex
and he started crying. I can‟t imagine him pu
something like that. Unless it was all a fucking act.”
“What about Brian?” I asked, lowering my
“It‟s hard to say. I‟m pretty sure nobody put
anything into my drink. Or Tiff‟s.” She then explained
that the four of them shut down the bar and th
went their separate ways.
“Brian even asked me for my phone number,”
she said. “I think he wanted more than that last night,
and to be truthful, I probably would have if Tank
wouldn‟t have sent me a text.”
“Are you still at Tank‟s?”
“No, I‟m on my way h
ome. He dropped me
off at my car. Anyway, are you still at Raptor‟s?”
She sucked in her breath. “Did you two
“Oh, my God, no!” I said a little sharply.
Then I lowered my voice. “It‟s not like I was in the
mood for anything like that. Not afte
“Yeah, I suppose not. Sorry.”
“It‟s okay. I mean, yeah… he‟s definitely
interesting,” I said and then turned around to find
him listening behind me. I quickly turned away. “I
have to go. I‟ll call you later.”
“Call me before nine. I‟m goi
ng back out to
the club again tonight. With Tank and Raptor. They
want to search for that guy, Jason.”
I frowned. “That‟s another thing. What if I
wasn‟t really drugged?”
“You had to have been. Looking back, there‟s
no way that you could have been that dru
nk after one
shot and a measly rum and Coke. Something was
I sighed. “Maybe.”
. You were slipped something.
Anyway, I gotta go. I just pulled into my driveway.
Talk to you later?”
“Yeah. I‟ll call you.”
We hung up and I turned b
ack to Trevor,
who was staring at me with a stern face.
“What?” I asked.
He crossed his arms over his chest. “You
drugged. I don‟t know why you‟re having a hard time
I let out a ragged sigh. “I know. It‟s just so…
surreal, you know? I
t‟s like it happened to someone
“I wish it would have. Tell you one thing, it
definitely happened to the wrong girl,” he said.
“Because now, that fucker is going to pay for what he
It was unsettling to see such determination on
Although, we‟d just met the night
before, he was acting like Jason had attacked him
personally. Part of me was flattered that he wanted to
avenge me. Another part of me was a little
overwhelmed by everything.
“I suppose I should get back home,” I said,
ticing that it was getting close to noon.
“No problem. Let me grab some stuff and
we‟ll head out.”
I used the bathroom while he got ready, and
then followed him back out to the garage.
“You don‟t mind taking the bike again, do
“Not at all,” I
said. It was a beautiful day. It
had to be almost sixty degrees, and the sun was
“You want my leather coat again?” he asked,
slipping on his jacket.
“I‟m okay. My sweater is warm,” I answered.
“And you‟re blocking most of the wind.”
free to warm your hands on me, if
you get too cold.”
He looked like he was about to say something
else, but then seemed to change his mind.
“Nothing,” he said, his lip curling up.
I smirked. “Right. With that look on your
face, I could te
ll it was something.”
Something dirty, more than likely.
He put his sunglasses on. “You think you‟ve
gotten me all figured out?”
“That‟s probably good. I have a feeling if you
did know the real me, you‟d run for the hills.”
I smiled. “Maybe. But
not before we take
another ride on your motorcycle.”
Chuckling, he got on his Harley and started it.
I swung my leg over the bike and we took off.
Adriana told me where she lived and I took
the scenic route so she could
enjoy the ride and I
could enjoy her arms around me that much longer.
When we arrived at her home, I was a little
taken aback. Having found out that her mother
owned „Dazzle‟, I‟d expected, I don‟t know… a
mansion in the hills or something that hinted of
wealth. Instead, her house was small and quaint, and
nestled inside of
a quiet little neighborhood, inhabited
by retirees who apparently spent most of their days
making their yards immaculate.
As I shut off my bike, the front door of her
house opened and a woman stepped outside. She had
a smile on her face, but the look in
her eyes was
“Crap,” mumbled Adriana, getting off of the
bike. “I thought she‟d be at work.”
I could tell right away where Adriana got her
beauty from. The woman had the same dark hair and
green eyes that she had, although her skin was a
more olive, and she was much shorter.
“Hi, Mom,” said Adriana, as the woman
“So, this is the friend you mentioned in your
message?” she asked, looking at me like I was some
kind of leper.
“Uh, yes. This is Trevor. Trevor, this is my
“Nice to meet you,” I said, trying to be cordial
under the circumstances. The circumstances being
that she didn‟t like me.
Vanda nodded and looked at my leather
jacket. Her face went from unfriendly to downright
hostile. “You‟re in a gang?”
“We call i
t a club,” I said, not liking the way
she said it.
Vanda looked at Adriana and said something
in what I assume was Portuguese. She answered back
quickly, and then they proceeded to argue about
something. Something, obviously being,
“Well, I think this
is my cue to leave,” I said,
dryly. “I‟ll keep in touch, Kitten.”
“Uh, okay,” she replied, looking embarrassed.
I turned to Vanda. “Glad we had this chance
to get to know each other,” I said. “Your daughter
has my number, Vanda, if you‟d like to give me
sometime. We can pick up where we left off.”
Vanda‟s eyebrows raised and she almost
looked amused. But it was quickly replaced by what I
could only describe as indifference. And maybe relief.
“Goodbye,” she said, and then turned and walked
rd the house.
Adriana glared at her mother‟s back.
I sighed. “She‟s a tough win.”
Adriana turned to look at me. She touched my
arm. “I‟m sorry. My mother had a bad experience
with some bikers once. She‟s frightened of all of you
“I wouldn‟t call tha
t frightened,” I said,
smiling. “Hell, she seemed like she was ready kick my
“I know; she was more angry at me than
She sighed. “My parents‟ store was robbed
about ten years ago.”
“By some bikers?”
“Yes. We lived in F
lorida at the time.”
“Hell‟s Demons, I believe they were called.”
“Oh. Those fucking guys. Yeah, they‟re
assholes. The ones that I‟ve met, anyway. Did the
bastards who did it go to prison?”
“Actually, the police never caught the guys
who did i
t. They had masks on.”
“So now she doesn‟t trust anyone wearing
“She doesn‟t trust bikers, period.”
I looked at the house and saw Adriana‟s
mother staring at us from inside of the doorway.
“I guess I can‟t blame her, but she shouldn‟t
of us in a pot like that. I‟ve never robbed
anyone in my life. None of my brothers have, either.”
“I know. Anyway, forget about her. I‟m not
going to let her opinion change my mind about you.”
I grinned. “And what is your mind telling you
you‟re a decent guy.”
“Decent. I don‟t know about that,” I said,
thinking back to some of the things I‟d done in my
life, especially in my teens. I may not have robbed
anyone, but I had a temper. I‟d lost it more times than
I could count. I also had the s
cars on my fists to
“Well, you‟ve been good to me,” she said,
kissing me on the cheek again.
As she was about to pull away, I grabbed her
around the waist and pulled her to me, kissing her
fully on the lips. She stiffened up but then to my
ht, began kissing me back. Relaxing, I slid my
hand around the back of her head and shoved my
tongue inside, wanting to taste every part of her.
“We can‟t,” she said, pulling away, suddenly.
I frowned. “Says who?”
She looked over her shoulder at the ho
“My mom‟s watching us.”
“So. Let her watch,” I said, trying to pull her
back to me.
“You don‟t understand. She‟s going to freak
As if on cue, the front door opened and
Vanda stuck her head out. “Adriana!” she hollered,
looking furious. “I need y
ou! Come inside.”
“I‟ll be right there!” she yelled back.
Vanda said something in her language.
Adriana rolled her eyes, but didn‟t answer
“You want a kiss goodbye, too?” I called out.
“All you have to do is ask.”
Vanda glared at me and closed the do
I smiled grimly. “Fucking
A. How old are
“I know,” she said, her face flushed. “Believe
it or not, she‟s normally not like this.”
“I want to see you again,” I said, starting up
my bike. “And from the way you were kissing me
back, you fe
el the same.”
“I don‟t think it‟s a good idea.”
She nodded toward the house.
Trevor‟s eyes burned into mine. They were
filled with lust and anger. Before I could react, he
grabbed my wrist and pulled me back over to him,
taking my mouth, hard and fast. Then, just as quickly,
he released me.
“You‟re a grown woman. You can do what
you want, see who you want, and fuck who you
want,” he said, his eyes burning with frustrated need.
“And something tells me that right now, we both
want the same thing.”
I found myself panting, he had me so worked
up. Had we been alone, there was no doubt
mind that we‟d be all over each other until I made
sure that he was inside of me, putting out the fire he‟d
started. The guy definitely knew how to kiss a woman.
“Adriana!” called my mother again.
I jerked my head toward her. She was
ing me like a child. It made me so angry
and embarrassed that I almost jumped back on his
bike, just to spite her.
“You‟d better go and see what she wants,”
said Trevor, smirking. “Before she comes out here
with a paddle.”
“I‟m sorry,” I said, backing away
. “She isn‟t
always like this.”
“Don‟t worry about it. I‟ll call you later.”
His eyes swept over me again. “Mm… I‟d
better get out of here before I kidnap you. Are you
free after work?”
“I don‟t know. I have school tomorrow.
“So is that a „
Krystal was right. I needed to get laid. It was
time to find my own dark side. I smiled “Actually, it‟s
a „yes‟. But only for a little while.”
“Sweet. Call me when you‟re done working,”
he said, putting his sunglasses on. “We‟ll meet up.”
hen he was gone and I was left to deal with
my pissed off mother.
Sighing, I walked up to the house and opened
the door, ready for a battle. It didn‟t take long.
“What are you doing with him?” she asked,
His name is Trevor and h
e‟s a nice guy,” I
replied, closing the door behind me.
“He‟s trash, Adriana.”
“No, Mama, he‟s not. He‟s a good guy. You
don‟t even know him.”
“I know his kind and so do you. He‟s in a
gang. A gang! I saw the patches on his jacket. Those
guys. Not what you need to be
surrounding yourself with. I don‟t want you seeing
I pursed my lips. “I‟m an adult. I can make up
my own mind on who I want to see.”
She stared at me angrily. “So, what you are
saying is that you
seeing him aga
in? Even if I beg
you not to?”
“Trevor is a great guy. You didn‟t even give
him a chance.”
“How can you do this, Adriana?” she asked
me, looking tired and defeated. “You know what
happened in Florida. What kind of people these
bikers are. They are nothing
“Trevor isn‟t a criminal. These guys are
different, here. The Gold Vipers. It‟s not like it was in
Florida. They are
like the Hell‟s Demons.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Is that what he told
“Well, not in so many words.”
“Of course no
t. He wants you. You‟re a
beautiful girl, Adriana. Men will say whatever you
want to hear to get into your pants.”
I bit back a smile. “I realize that. I‟m not
sixteen, though. I‟m twenty
“Yes. See. Just a babe.”
Exasperated, I sighed. She would tell
when I was thirty. That was her way.
Vanda wagged her index finger at me. “You
realize that your father is probably turning in his grave
right now, knowing that you‟re seeing this guy. How
can you do that to him?”
“Papa‟s dead,” I said. “But if he
he‟d at least give Trevor a chance.”
“No,” she said. “Never. Your father was
almost killed because of a man like,” she wrinkled her
nose, “Trevor. I didn‟t tell you but, one of those
bikers shot your father.”
I stared at her in shock. “They di
She nodded. “Yes. He was shot in the
shoulder. They wanted my wedding ring,” she said,
staring at her left hand, which had the replacement
band. “The one that was handed down from his
mother. It was two karats. Beautiful. After stealing
almost all the
jewelry in the shop, they demanded
“What happened?” I asked, my voice hollow.
I hadn‟t heard that part of it. I knew they‟d gotten the
ring, but hadn‟t heard the actual story behind it.
She smiled sadly. “Your father, he was so
remember? Always telling stories
about your grandparents and their farm.”
I nodded. My father‟s parents had traveled
from Germany when he was a young boy. They
moved to Iowa and bought a farm. This was several
years before he met my mother, which was on a
to Florida, after his mother had died of cancer.
Vanda‟s family had also been immigrants. They‟d
moved from Portugal when she was a teenager to
Miami. Her father, my grandfather, had been a
wealthy jeweler, and that‟s where my mother had
found her ow
n passion for diamonds and gems.
Eventually, my parents married and they opened up
their first jewelry shop in Florida. “Yes. I remember.”
She sighed. “He was so attached to that ring.
It was an heirloom. A symbol of our marriage.
Obviously, he didn‟t want
them to have it. Told them
they couldn‟t have it. Even told them why.” Her lip
quivered. “But, those ingrates didn‟t care and I could
see right through them. I told your father that it was
okay. That they could have the ring, but he kept
arguing. Well, th
ey shot him before I could get the
ring even off of my finger. Then, they laughed when
it was over. Made fun of your father, lying there
bleeding and dying. Can you believe such evilness?”
“No,” I whispered, imaging the horror. It
made me sick to my stomac
“So, you see, those are the kind of people
you‟re dealing with. The kind that join these „gangs‟,”
she said, her face darkening.
“Why didn‟t you tell me about that?”
“You were only twelve and he didn‟t want you
to know. Didn‟t want you to be frightene
“Adriana,” she said, grabbing my hand.
“There are so many good boys out there. Don‟t waste
your time with this guy. You‟ll regret it later. You‟ll be
hurt, in one way or another.”
“Just, please…” She squeezed my hand.
it, okay? For your father‟s sake, at
I let out a ragged sigh. “Yes. I will definitely
think about it.”
She leaned forward and kissed my cheek.
“You are all I have,” she said, her eyes shining with
tears. “I don‟t want to lose you, too.”
” I said softly.
“Remember what you father used to say? You
can‟t predict your own destiny, but you‟re responsible
for choosing the path that leads you to it.”
“I know, Mama. I know.”
After I left Adriana, I took a cruise on my
e to clear both of my heads, and then headed to
Griffin‟s. I met up with Tank in the parking lot; there
were shadows under his eyes and he looked like he
hadn‟t slept in a week.
“Hey, man,” I said, shoving my key into the
front of my jeans. “You‟re looking
He shrugged. “Couldn‟t sleep.”
“Even after I called you?”
He opened the door to the bar and we went
inside. “Fuck no. I heard Krystal‟s phone go off right
after we hung up, and when I read the text message
sent to her, I was too jacked up t
“Message? What message?”
“Some douchebag named Gary sent her a
message. It said, „Thanks for everything‟.”
“Oh yeah? Did you ask her about it?”
“Why not?” I said, thinking the message could
have meant anything.
“I was too pissed off. I mea
n, what kind of
asshole sends a girl a message at four in the morning?
Like he can‟t get her out of his mind.” He rubbed a
hand over his face. “I needed time to think.”
“Could be nothing,” I thought, knowing that
it could also be a lot. After getting screw
ed over by
Brandy, I wasn‟t sure what to believe myself. “She
ever mention a guy named Gary?”
“No. Not at all.”
“You know you gotta ask her.”
“I know.” He sighed. “I don‟t know. I‟m
almost tempted to just say „fuck it‟ and find some new
pussy. I don‟t like
this feeling jealous kind of shit. Too
many girls willing to keep me satisfied, you know?
Without the baggage or the worries.”
“I feel you, brother. I wish I‟d have never met
Brandy. She was bad news. ”
Two of the club whores walked by us as we
over to the bar.
“Hey, Raptor, looking good,” said Cheeks,
who I‟d banged a couple of times. “You need some
company later, let me know.”
“Will do,” I said, staring at her ass as she
walked away. I had to admit
it was as nice as fuck,
hence her nickname
, but it didn‟t compare to
Adriana‟s. Not from what I‟d seen in those tight jeans
of hers or felt under my fingertips. I imagined her
wearing a G
string and my dick perked up again.
“Fuck,” I muttered, adjusting myself.
ed his fingers on the bar
impatiently. “You know, I should just go and fuck the
shit out of the new chick,” he said, eyeing the curvy
blonde on stage with the big plastic tits. She was in
her thirties and not much to look at above the neck,
but even I had
to admit, she knew how to work the
poles. She‟d shown me just how well, the week
before. “Take my mind off of all the shit for a while.”
“Just don‟t be late for the meeting, or your old
man will have your balls,” I said as the bartender,
Misty, set two icy
cold beers in front of us.
“No shit. Last time I was late, I thought he
was going to have a fucking heart
attack, he was so
pissed off. Wasn‟t even my fault that I got a flat tire.”
“That‟s because it was flat the night before,
and he knew it,” I reminded
him and then winked at
Misty. “Thanks, darlin‟”
Misty tossed her jet black hair over her
shoulder and smiled. “Anytime, Raptor. Just so you
know, the kitchen is open. You boys want me to put
in an order for you?”
Tank‟s lip curled up. “I‟ll take an order
Misty laughed. “Really? And what about your
pretty little blond, Krystal?”
“What about her?” he asked, reaching over
the bar to grab a toothpick. “You thinking about a
She giggled. “You are so bad.”
“Baby, you have no idea
Still smiling, she turned to me. “So, you
hungry or what, Raptor?”
“I‟ve already eaten,” I said, taking a swig of
“To be honest, I haven‟t eaten yet,” said
Tank, wiggling his eyebrows. “And what I‟m craving
isn‟t on the menu.”
She leaned forwar
d on the bar, her tits bulging
out of her halter top. “And what is it you‟re craving?”
she asked seductively.
“Whatever you‟re serving,” he said, staring at
Misty lowered her voice. “What if I‟m willing
to serve you both? At once.”
and looked at me. “You game?
I‟ll take the front and you can have the back.”
“No thanks. She‟s all yours.”
“You sure?” pouted Misty, grabbing my hand.
She put it on her left tit. “I‟ll let you fuck me in the
Laughing, I removed it. “Tank, you‟ve
your hands full.”
He took a swig of his beer. “Does that offer
stand for me, too?”
She winked at him. “Honey, I‟ve had you
inside of me and I know what you‟re made of. I don‟t
need any trips to the E.R.”
Slammer walked out of the back room and
d. “Put your dick back into your pants, Tank,
and meet me in my office. We need to talk. You too,
Tank straightened up. “Can‟t it wait?”
“Nope. Misty, can you put an order in for a
burger and onion rings?”
“Sure thing, Slammer,” she said, hurrying
toward the kitchen.
He stopped next to us. “You two should stay
away from Misty,” said Slammer in a low voice.
“Girl‟s crazy. She even fucked that asshole, Breaker,
Tank‟s eyes narrowed. “No shit? What the
“She told me she only did i
t to see if she
could get some information. Like she‟s some kind of
secret agent on a mission.” He pointed to his head. “I
admire her loyalty to the club, but the girl‟s not all
“He could have messed her up pretty badly,”
probably wouldn‟t care. In fact, she likes
it rough,” said Tank, smiling grimly. “Asked me to
choke her once.”
Slammer grunted. “Doesn‟t surprise me.”
“Did you?” I asked, as Tank leaned against
the bar again and watched the stage.
He shook his head. “Hones
tly, I tried and
then stopped when she kept begging me to do it
harder. I just felt too weird about it. I like rough sex
as much as the next guy, but the choking thing, that‟s
“She‟s one loony bitch. You want your dick
waxed, stick with Bunny,
Shy, or Cheeks. They won‟t
kill you in your sleep,” said Slammer as Misty walked
back out of the kitchen.
“The order is in. You want me to bring it
back to your office when it‟s done?”
Slammer looked around the bar. It was dead.
“That or send Blue back w
ith it. I know he‟s here
“He took a magazine into the bathroom,” said
Misty, nodding toward the restrooms. “He‟s been in
there for a while.”
Slammer scowled. “Fuck. Okay, you bring me
the food,” he said, walking back toward his office.
nt to meet up later?” Misty asked
Tank, as we were preparing to follow him.
“No. Gonna head out to the club after this.
We‟ve got church at three.”
“I know. Text me later tonight if you change
your mind.” She looked at me and winked. “Either of
you. I‟m ga
me for whatever you want.”
Disturbed by the fact that she‟d screwed
Breaker, I grabbed my beer and followed Tank into
“Close the door,” said Slammer, sitting down
behind his desk.
Tank did. “What‟s up?”
I sat down across from Slammer
he had a file on his desk.
Slammer lit a cigarette and waited until Tank
was in the other chair. He leaned back. “Mud still isn‟t
“I didn‟t think he would. Breaker‟s his
nephew,” said Tank.
“I know, but what‟s right is right.
Breaker get away with raping my future stepdaughter,
is a punch in the face. I know he did it. Mud knows
he did it. I need vindication.”
“So, you‟re absolutely sure it wasn‟t one of the
other Devil‟s Rangers?” asked Tank.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” said Sla
mmer, who was
looking every bit of his fifty
seven years. He rubbed
the gray stubble on his chin and sighed. “Jessica saw
the patches on his cut. It was theirs.”
“She remember anything else?” I asked.
“To be honest, she won‟t even talk to me. Just
ie. But, the description she gave fits. And we
all know what a fucking whack
job Breaker is.”
“This was personal,” said Tank, staring at his
beer bottle. “I know it was. He must have known
who she was.”
“I agree,” said Slammer. “And I‟m not letting
nofabitch get away it.”
“What are you going to do?” I asked.
“I‟ve ordered a hit on him,” he said, opening
up the folder. Inside was a picture of Breaker and a
sheet of paper with his address and other personal
information scribbled across it. “I need you
this to our guy.”
“Why don‟t we just do it ourselves and get it
over with?” asked Tank.
“That‟s what they‟re expecting. We do this out
in the open, there will be an all
out war. It has to look
like something else.”
“So what?” he said, his eyes h
need to send them a fucking message. All of them.”
“I agree, son. You know I do. But,” he blew
out a cloud of smoke. “I‟m getting married soon, and
I promised Frannie that I wouldn‟t land my ass in jail.
I don‟t want either of you going, eith
er. Not for that
“So, who‟s going to do it? The Judge?” I
He nodded. “I don‟t want anyone else to
know about it, though. Not even the rest of the
“Why not let them in on it?” asked Tank.
“They‟re going to figure out you had something t
with it anyway.”
“Can‟t do that.”
“Why?” I asked. Slammer never made any
decisions like this without letting the others know
about it first. Of course, he didn‟t order many hits on
people, either. This was only the second one I‟d heard
“I think on
e of them is an informant.”
“A cop?” I asked.
He grunted. “No, not that. A stoolpigeon. For
“How did you come to that conclusion?”
“Information has been leaked. Information
that neither of you even know about.”
“What the fuck does that me
an?” asked Tank,
“Mud asked me how to get in touch with
Jordan Steele. He shouldn‟t even know that we‟re
connected. That I‟ve ever had any business with him.”
“Who is this Jordan Steele?” I asked. I‟d never
heard of him.
Slammer looked me s
traight in the eye. “Your
brother. The Judge.”
My mother went back to the shop to check on
business, and I took a shower. When I was finished
drying my hair, Tiffany called me.
“Holy crap, I just heard what happened,” she
said. “That fucking asshole.”
I walked into my bedroom and started
searching for something to wear. “I know,” I replied,
pulling out a black cashmere sweater from the
dresser. I threw it on the bed next to my new white
denim skirt, and decided they‟d look
“Did you call the police?”
“No,” I replied, rifling through my underwear
drawer. I held up a white silk thong, one that I‟d
purchased one a whim, and decided to pair it with a
black and white pushup bra.
It‟s not for Trevor
, I told myself.
In fact, I‟d decided not to meet with him later.
No matter how sexy and sweet he‟d been, I didn‟t
need to get involved with someone who had admitted
that he was some kind of an outlaw. Especially after
what my mother had told me. Even if it was just for
ex. Amazing sex.
“Why not?” she screeched. “That guy should
be locked up!”
“It‟s going to be taken care of,” I said,
remembering Trevor‟s words.
“What does that mean?”
I sighed. “I think he‟s going to be roughed
She was silent for a few seconds and t
laughed. “You can‟t be serious? By who? Oh, wait…
by Tank and his biker friends?”
“Something like that.”
“I doubt that‟s going to help. It might scare
him, for a while, but only really sick fuckers do that
kind of stuff. He‟ll start up again eventually
Adriana, Jason needs to be locked up before he rapes
some other poor, unsuspecting girl.”
“Easier said than done. I don‟t have any real
did anything,” I answered.
“You were drugged. That‟s evidence enough.”
“Yeah, well, I didn‟t
see him do it, and I‟m
sure I don‟t have any more of it in my system. I don‟t
know if you heard, but I threw up all over him before
he could even get my sweater off.”
She burst out laughing. “Oh, my God, I know
it‟s not funny but… I‟m just picturing his f
you puked all over him. That must have been
I smiled. It was scary at the time, but thinking
back, he deserved that and so much more. “He was
pretty pissed. Great timing on my part, though.”
“Obviously it couldn‟t have been any more
perfect,” she agreed.
“I just wish it would have happened before I
got in the car with him. He dropped me off in the
middle of nowhere and I had to call Tank‟s friend for
“Well, I tried calling you,” I replied, not ready
to tell h
er too much about Trevor yet. After the
conversation with my mother, I wasn‟t too sure about
him myself anymore.
“I know, I‟m sorry. I actually ended up going
over to Jeff‟s. I told Krystal, but she forgot.”
Jeff was a guy she sometimes hooked up with
er clubbing. They used to date in high school.
“You know, I wonder if the other guys were
in on it,” said Tiffany, sounding angry again. “Gary
and Brian. And… what was that other guy‟s name?
“Yeah, that‟s it. I don‟t know if they knew
“Have you ever seen any of them before?” I
asked, knowing she hung out at the clubs frequently.
“Not that I remember. I mean, it‟s possible, I
guess. I may have just never noticed those guys.
My phone vibrated. “I gotta go,”
I told her.
“It looks like my mom‟s trying to get ahold of me.”
“Okay. Call me later.”
I hung up and called my mother back.
“Can you come in a little earlier?” she asked.
“Gerald‟s got a migraine and we‟re swamped. I need
you to take customers.”
“I‟ll be there within the hour,” I told her.
We hung up and I exchanged the sweater and
white skirt for a short
sleeved black dress, knowing
that my parents had always preferred their salespeople
to dress more formally.
As I was putting my hair up, I thought about
my father and how much I missed him. He‟d been
our rock and had spoiled me rotten growing up. The
thought of someone shooting him and then laughing
about it brought tears to my eyes.
How could anyone give suc
h little regard to a man‟s
Especially someone who was so much more
than what those robbers had been. My father had
been a kind man. A decent man. He‟d been involved
with the community and had given to charities. He‟d
even volunteered his time at the
local shelter during
the holidays to remind himself that anyone could fall
into hard times.
“It could happen to any of us,” he once said
to my mother when she‟d first complained about him
leaving us on Christmas Eve to volunteer. “One day
you have everyth
ing, the next, you lose your job and
struggle to put food on the table for your children.
Look at the presents under our tree, Vanda. Imagine
that there‟s nothing there.
. Or nothing in the
refrigerator. No ham. No turkey. Not even a piece of
a. Then, imagine what it‟s like to have to look
into your child‟s face and tell them that there is no
Santa Claus because you can‟t afford to buy them a
gift, let alone a full meal.” Then she said he‟d grabbed
the credit card and went to buy as many toys a
could carry to the shelter after purchasing a Santa
Claus suit. It became a tradition, and the following
year Vanda began to help him while I stayed behind
with my grandparents, not having a clue as to what
they were doing. Then, when I was old enough
understand, I helped wrap presents and even went
with to deliver them. It wasn‟t until we moved to
Iowa, after they‟d been robbed, that things changed
and the volunteering stopped. Dad was diagnosed
with lymphoma and his health began to deteriorate
idly. Despite chemotherapy and trying other kinds
of homeopathic treatments, he had died within
Remembering our last moments together, I
went into the safe under my bed and took out the
necklace my mother had given to me when I‟d
high school. The one that my father had
designed for the occasion, but hadn‟t lived to see it. It
was chunky, with white
gold chains, and a round
pendant that contained a large dark blue sapphire. My
birthstone. The gem itself had to be close to ten
s, and worth more than my new car.
I put the necklace on and blinked away the
tears in my eyes. I decided to wear it to work. Not
only in honor of my father, but as a reminder to why
I needed to stay away from Trevor, no matter how
hard it was to resist
that sexy, blond biker.
“What the fuck you just say?” I asked, staring
at him in shock.
Slammer smiled grimly. “He‟s your half
“My mom had another kid?”
“Yeah. This was long before Mavis and your
old man hooked
About six years before that time,
My heart was pounding in my chest.
I had a
? “How come I never heard about him?”
“She was probably too scared to say anything
around your father. He beat the shit out of her
enough as it was.”
s that why she took off?” I asked, feeling a
lump in my throat. Did she take off to be with her
first son, while leaving me behind?
“She left to get away from your father. She
knew I‟d take care of you. I told her I would and she
trusted me. She‟s my seco
nd cousin. Did you know
“Yeah, I think you mentioned that before,” I
said, staring blindly down at his desk as the shit sunk
“Anyway, Mavis took off but she didn‟t even
try to collect Jordan. She knew better than that. Plus,
he was an adult by t
hen. Nineteen, I think.”
“Who‟s Jordan‟s father?” I asked, looking up
“His name is Acid and he‟s from California.
Part of the Demon Rebels. I think their chapter is
located in Sacramento, but I‟m not totally sure. Never
had any dealings with any of
“Acid,” repeated Tank. His eyes widened.
“Holy shit, I know who you‟re talking about. I saw
something about him on the news last year. I think
he‟s doing time for arson, or some other shit.”
“Oh, he‟s doing time, but it‟s not where you
Slammer, smirking. “That fucker is dead.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, still in shock
that The Judge was my older brother.
“You can ask The Judge about it,” he replied,
nodding toward the folder. “When you give him this
and the cash. Which reminds me.” He
walked to the
safe and opened it up. “The money is in here,” he
said, holding up a large padded envelope. “Ten
thousand dollars. Make sure he gets all of that or
Tank whistled. “You sure you don‟t want me
to take care of Breaker? I‟ll do it
“Sorry, but we just can‟t risk it.”
Tank frowned but didn‟t say anything.
“Ten thousand, huh?” I said, as he handed the
package to me. “So, does he know about me?”
That knowledge kind of pissed me off. “He
knows about me. So, why don‟t
I know about him?”
“I made a promise to your mother. Hell, she
pretty much begged me not to say anything to you.
She wanted to wait until the right time to tell you
“And when would that be?” I mumbled. “On
her deathbed? I don‟t have any contact w
ith her as it
is. Fuck, I don‟t even know
“She‟s in town, actually,” he said.
I didn‟t say anything for a while. The
bitterness I felt for Mavis abandoning me still gnawed
at me at times. I didn‟t even want to hear any more
about her. “How c
ome Jordan‟s never tried getting in
touch?” I asked, changing the subject to him.
Slammer took a few seconds to answer. “Let‟s
just say that I don‟t think Acid was an easy man to
live with and now Jordan doesn‟t have much empathy
for family, and from what
I can tell, he‟s a cold
sonofabitch himself. He even refused to meet your
“From what I‟ve heard, he‟s a loner,” said
Tank. “In fact, I heard that he hates people. All
“Maybe not. Maybe so. Whatever the case
may be, he
a mercenary and h
aving friends and
family would be more of a liability.”
“Yeah, I get it. So, who all knows about him?”
I asked, wondering where the leak was coming from.
“Up until a few weeks ago, only your mother
and I knew who The Judge really was. But, then she
up here, asking me to set up a meeting
between the two of them. To be honest, I think she
wanted to have him do a job for her. Anyway, when
he said „no‟, she got drunk and whined about it to a
couple of our brothers. Later that night, they
approached me a
bout it, and I had to come clean. I
told them to keep their fucking mouths shut, though.
Obviously one of them didn‟t. Horse. Well, he told
Chopper, and Chopper told Buck, and you get the
idea… Anyway, the last I checked, everyone but you
two knew about it
“Fuck,” said Tank, shaking his head. “That
got out of hand pretty quickly. And why the fuck
didn‟t you tell me? I‟m your second
to mention your son.”
“I just did.”
Tank snorted. “Still, it‟s easy to see how Mud
learned about it. I doubt
there‟s a fucking
“They all gave me their solemn word that
nobody else would find out about it. Nobody. And
that they‟d keep their fucking mouths shut,” said
“They probably told their Old Ladies, and
that‟s how it leaked,” I said. “Y
ou know most of them
are always running their mouths about this thing or
“Exactly and that‟s why I warned them about
keeping it quiet. From what I gathered, none of the
Old Ladies know about it, either.”
“Still, I don‟t know,” said Tank. “They may
ave promised, but shit happens. People get drunk
and talk shit. Do we have a traitor in our group? I
don‟t know. More than likely, it‟s just a couple of guys
who can‟t hold their liquor. Don‟t get me wrong, I‟d
kick their ass if I found out who leaked it.”
Slammer sighed and rubbed the bridge of his
nose. “I know. It‟s why nobody else is going to learn
about the hit on Breaker. Nobody. Got it?”
“Of course,” I said.
“When did Mavis find out about The Judge?”
Slammer frowned. “Well, to
tell you the truth,
I fucked that up myself a couple of years ago. She was
over at the house and we were sharing a bottle of
Cuervo Gold. We started talking about you and then
Jordan and Acid. Said she didn‟t even know if Jordan
was alive, since he‟d basi
cally disappeared off of the
face of the earth. That‟s when I told her.”
“Mavis was over at
house?” asked Tank
He looked at me to see my reaction
was the one who‟d disappeared off the face of the
“No, shit,” I said.
“I know. I
rocked back on
his chair. “Look, there‟s something I never told you,
but Mavis dropped by quite a bit, asking about you.”
“I didn‟t know that. Funny, she could have
just come to me directly,” I said dryly.
“She was scared and confused.” He s
hate to say this but with all of the beatings your
mother took over the years, she‟s not the same person
I once knew. I mean, she always had a drinking
problem and hung out with some real assholes, but
now… let‟s just say that she‟s not all there
I gave him a disgusted look. “I wouldn‟t know
the real Mavis. She kept her distance from me, even
when I was a kid,” I muttered, thinking back to my
childhood. The fighting. The drinking. Even the
drugs. The closest thing I had to a real h
living with Slammer and Tank. I certainly wasn‟t
going to hold a grudge against him because he never
said anything. He had his reasons.
I sighed. “So, where is she living now?”
“I guess she‟s been staying with a girlfriend.”
“And she wants to hire
„The Judge‟ for a hit?”
“That‟s what I‟m guessing,” said Slammer.
“You know who?” I asked.
“Not too sure. You hear from Butch lately?”
he asked, smirking. “That would be my first guess.”
My old man, Butch, was in prison for drug
smuggling. “Nope. Just tha
t time two years ago when
he asked me for some money. Said I owed him
because he gave me life.”
Tank grunted. “What a fucking prick. You
didn‟t give him any, did you?”
I shook my head and smiled. “I gave him
what I felt he deserved. My middle finger.”
mer‟s cell phone went off. He picked it
up and looked at the screen. “It‟s Frannie. I need to
take this call.”
“So, how do I reach Jordan?” I asked.
“He‟ll contact you. I gave him your number.
And, for fuck‟s sake, don‟t call him Jordan. Call him
y, darlin‟,” he said, answering the phone. I
had to smile when I noticed his voice rise to a higher
Tank nodded toward me and we got up and
left the office.
“Remember what I said about keeping your
mouths shut!” hollered Slammer as we walked down
e hallway. “And don‟t miss church!”
“You want me to head out with you?” asked
Tank, as we stepped back into the bar. “Make sure
that money stays safe.”
I patted the envelope. “It‟s safe with me.
Besides, didn‟t you want a piece of Misty?” I asked,
toward the bartender, who was waiting on a
couple of regulars.
“Fuck no. You heard what the old man said.
I‟m not going near that shit. Not after Breaker
infected it.” He sighed. “In fact, I‟m going to call
Krystal. Make sure it‟s still on for tonight. You
want to go and hunt that fucker down, don‟t you?”
“Jason? Yeah. He needs some guidance
Tank grunted. “No shit.”
“I‟ll meet you at the clubhouse,” I said,
walking toward the doorway with the file. “I‟ve got a
couple of errands to run, fi
When I finished putting my makeup on, I
slipped on a pair of black pumps and a lightweight
overcoat. Then I locked the house up and walked
over to the garage where my Verano was parked.
When I started the engine, I noticed I was getting low
on fuel, so on
the way to Dazzle, I stopped at a
station. I‟d just started
when I noticed
that a big, black truck had pulled up behind my car.
Ignoring it, I continued filling my car with gasoline.
The person in the truck got out and I heard
me up behind me. “Darlin‟, I thought
that was you,” said a gravelly voice.
I turned around to find myself looking up into
the cold, flat eyes of the biker who‟d been harassing
me at Griffin‟s. Breaker. I tried to remain calm.
“Sorry?” I said, pretending I
didn‟t know him.
The guy was even scarier in the daylight, the scar on
his face standing out like a warning sign. Something
told me that he‟d probably deserved it.
“You‟re the hot little number from Griffin‟s
You must remember me, d
heart was pounding as I pulled the nozzle
out of the car and shoved it back into the machine.
I‟d barely filled my tank, but I wanted to leave as
quickly as possible. Knowing that he‟d gone to prison
for rape was terrifying. Especially since he was
ly still interested in me. “Sorry. You must
have me confused with someone else,” I answered,
laughing nervously. “I get that all the time.”
He smirked. “I don‟t think so.”
Ignoring him, I pulled out my receipt and
tried getting into my car.
“You know, I‟d
never forget a face like
yours,” he said, blocking my way.
“Excuse me. You‟re in my way.”
His eyes went to my necklace. “Fuck me, is
that a real sapphire?”
I put my hand over the stone. “No. Of course
not. It‟s costume jewelry. Now, if you‟d please get o
of my way, I really have to be somewhere.”
“Are you okay, honey?” asked a little old lady,
pumping gas across from me.
“Mind your own business, grandma,” said
Breaker, stepping out of my way.
The woman quickly turned away and
ld bitch,” he muttered and then
turned back to me. “You meeting up with Raptor?”
I ignored him.
He chuckled. “You look like you‟re going on a
date. He‟s not going to be happy knowing that you‟re
seeing someone on the side.”
I was about to tell him that I wasn‟t seeing
anyone, including Raptor, but caught myself. That
would have been asking for more trouble. I forced a
grin. “For your information, I‟m going to work but I
be seeing him later.”
He grinned slyly. “Work, huh?
I couldn‟t help it. I was tired of his questions.
“It‟s none of your business,” I said, slamming the
door shut. I quickly started the engine and locked all
four doors. As I backed away, I noticed that he was
I mumbled, turning the car
around. I drove out of the parking lot and headed
down the road, still shaken. The light ahead turned
red and I slowed down to a stop. As I waited for it to
change, someone revved their engine behind me. I
looked into my rearvie
w mirror and my blood ran
cold. Breaker was behind me, in the truck, and only
inches from my bumper.
I swore under my breath, hoping that he
wasn‟t following me and just heading north. But,
common sense told me that was not the case.
When the light fina
lly changed, I began to
drive forward, but didn‟t head toward Dazzle, which
was only a few blocks away. The last thing I needed
was for him to learn where I worked. Instead, I
continued forward, not exactly sure where I was
headed. Frustratingly enough, he
stayed behind me
for the next five lights.
be following me
, I thought,
deciding to take a right at the next light. As I put my
blinker on and changed lanes, I noticed he did the
same. We both turned on the green arrow, and I
ack at him in my rearview mirror. I couldn‟t
see his face because the windows were tinted, but
something told me he was enjoying this. Tightening
my hands on the wheel, I sped up and took the next
exit, this time turning left. He quickly followed.
,” I snapped, my heart racing. I
reached into my purse, which was sitting next to me
on the seat, and grabbed my cell phone. Trying not to
get into an accident, I quickly dialed Trevor.
“Hey, Kitten,” he answered, a smile in his
voice. “I didn‟t expect to
hear from you until later.”
“Breaker is following me,” I said quickly.
He swore. “Talk to me.”
I told him about seeing Breaker at the gas
station and how he‟d tried talking to me. “Now he‟s
on my tail.”
“I‟m going to kill that fucking asshole myself.
to God,” he growled. “Okay. Where are you?
I gave him my approximate location. “Should
I drive to the nearest police station?” I asked, still
seeing Breaker‟s truck in my mirror.
“He‟ll just drive away if you do that.”
“Isn‟t that the point?” I exclaimed
“I want to confront the fucker. Let him know
that nobody follows my girl.”
I‟m not your girl,
I thought, although I had to
admit that part of me was giddy at the comment.
“Seriously, I don‟t want to be part of that. I just want
him to go away and n
ever see him again.”
“I know, but shitheads like Breaker
away unless someone stands up to them. Look,” he
said, “why don‟t you head on over to Griffin‟s?
You‟re only ten minutes away. I‟m in the parking lot,
make sure that pile of shit never bothers you
again. You feel me?”
I was feeling more frustrated than anything as
I stopped at another light. This time, however,
Breaker got into the right turning lane. “Wait a
second,” I said, looking over at his truck.
turning away. Thank God.”
Breaker rolled down his window and the
menacing smile on his face gave me the chills. He
blew me a kiss and then drove away, his tires
squealing as he whipped around the corner.
“Asshole,” I mumbled, sighing in relief.
‟s going on?”
“Good. Now, meet me at Griffin‟s. I‟ll take
you to lunch.”
Yuck, like I‟d ever eat there.
“I can‟t. My mom‟s expecting me at the store.
I‟m surprised she hasn‟t called me yet, complaining.”
He was quiet for a while, obviously mu
things over. “Okay. You get your ass at work and
don‟t worry your pretty little head about this jerkoff.”
“Thanks,” I said. “He scared the crap out of
“Don‟t let him, Kitten. In fact, he won‟t be
bothering anyone soon.”
“Oh yeah? Why?”
get into it. Just, go to work and I‟ll see
you later tonight.”
I bit my lower lip. “About that…”
“I‟ve gotta go. There‟s a call coming in. I
might even meet you at Dazzle, later.” He chuckled.
“Surprise your mother.”
“Later, babe,” he said and then
Sighing, I tossed my phone onto the
passenger seat and headed to the shop, checking my
rearview mirror frequently. I couldn‟t believe the last
four hours, I‟d had strange encounters with
three very different guys. As far as I was concerned
every one of them was a threat. Even Trevor.
“This Raptor?” asked the voice on the other
“You‟ve got a package for me?”
I glanced at my saddlebag. “I do.”
“Meet me at your house. In twenty minutes,”
he said and then
He knew where I lived. I wasn‟t sure how I
felt about that. Yeah, we were brothers, but he was
still The Judge and something told me that blood
meant nothing to him, unless he was getting paid to
Sighing, I got on my bike and tied a red
white bandana around my head. Then I headed home.
“Oh good. You‟re here,” said my mother, as I
stepped into the busy shop. She was showing a young
couple some diamond engagement rings. “I sent
Gerald home already. Could you help Mrs.
clean her jewelry?” She nodded toward the back of
the shop where and elderly woman was waiting. “Tim
and I are both just too busy at the moment.”
I looked across the room at Tim, who many
said looked like Zac Efron‟s twin brother. He was
by three teenaged girls who appeared to
be interested in both the charm bracelets and the
young guy behind the counter.
“Sure. No problem.”
“Hi, Adriana,” said Tim as I walked by him.
He looked at me over his shoulder and gave me
“You look lovely today. Hey,” he squinted.
“Is that a new necklace? It‟s gorgeous.”
“It‟s not new. By the way, you‟re looking
pretty swanky yourself. Tell whoever‟s dressing you
that they have amazing taste.”
He winked. “I certainly will.” As usual, he wa
dressed to the nines in a black tailored suit. His
boyfriend, Juan, worked at Macy‟s, and had excellent
taste in fashion. From what I understood, he selected
all of Tim‟s clothes and wouldn‟t let him step out of
the house without approving his clothing c
I hung up my coat on the hook behind the
counter, and began helping Mrs. Jacobs. When her
jewelry was cleaned, she asked to look at some
earrings that were in the case.
“These are so lovely,” she said, trying on a set
of pearl ones. “I keep lookin
g at them every time I
visit your shop.” She sighed. “I should just get them.”
“I would. They‟re beautiful, and they‟re not
created,” I told her. “Hence the price. You‟re
going to pay for quality and Vanda goes to great
lengths to make sure we sell the
finest pearl earrings
“Yes, I believe it. I do know that you get what
you pay for, too. I‟ve learned that over the years.”
“The price is reasonable. I keep waiting for
them to go down, though.”
“We had a sale last week,” I whispered,
eaning forward. “Twenty percent off. If you want the
earrings, I‟ll do what I can to get you that same deal. I
know the owner and I‟m pretty sure she‟ll okay it.”
She smiled. “If you can do that, I‟ll take them,
I winked. “Let‟s wrap them up so
take them home.”
“Thank you, Adriana. I‟m going to tell your
boss that you‟re a „keeper‟.”
I laughed. “Thank you. Hopefully, she‟ll
“You two are having fun over here,” said
Vanda, walking over to us after ringing up her couple.
“A happy customer is a return customer,” said
Mrs. Jacobs. “And you know, I keep coming back.”
“And we are thrilled that you do,” she replied
and then looked down at the earrings. “Ah, you‟re
getting them. The ones you‟ve been eyeing for weeks.
just marked them down, too. Perfect timing.”
My eyes widened. “You did?”
“Yes,” she replied. “I took twenty
“So, I‟m getting forty
percent off of the
original price?” raved Mrs. Jacobs, grinning. “My
goodness. This is really my day
My mother‟s eyebrows shot up and she
looked at me.
I laughed nervously. “I promised her twenty
percent off the current price. Sorry, I didn‟t know
you‟d already lowered it.”
I could tell by the look in her eyes that she
wasn‟t too happy with me, but sh
e faked it for Mrs.
Jacobs. “It‟s quite all right.” She winked at the older
woman. “I guess this
your lucky day, isn‟t it? Well, I
don‟t know who deserves it more than you. I really do
appreciate all of the business you‟ve given me, Mrs.
Jacobs. All of
“Call me Mary.”
“Mary. Thank you, Mary,” she replied.
The phone in the store rang and Tim
“Adriana, it‟s for you,” he said, putting the
caller on hold.
“I‟m with a customer,” I said. “Can you take a
“It‟s okay. I‟ll ring her
up,” said my mother.
“Take your call.”
“Thanks,” I said. “Enjoy your earrings, Mary.
They look lovely on your ears.”
She touched her ears. “Thank you, Adriana.”
Smiling, I walked over and grabbed the
The caller didn‟t say anything.
This is Adriana. Can I help you?”
I heard the distinct sound of a lighter being
flicked. Then someone inhaled what I could only
imagine to be a cigarette. Then they blew it out.
“Hello?” I said, getting frustrated. “I‟m going
to hang up if you‟ve got not
hing to say to me.”
The sound of man‟s deep laughter made my
blood turn cold.
I gripped the phone tightly. “Who is this?”
The person hung up.
My hand was shaking when I placed the
phone back on the receiver. I knew who it was. I
could tell by his coarse,
“Who was that?” asked Tim, looking
I forced a smile. “Wrong number.”
“That‟s strange because the man actually
asked for you.”
“Huh,” I said, moving around the counter and
toward the front of the shop.
going?” called my mom.
I didn‟t reply. I walked to the front door and
glanced outside, terrified of what I‟d find.
“Is there something wrong?” asked
, our security guard.
“I don‟t know,” I said, looking around the
parking lot. There were six cars, including mine, but
no menacing black truck. I relaxed a little.
Jim stood up. “You‟re worrying me, Adriana,”
he said, looking out the window himself. “Is there
something we shou
He was like a hawk. He noticed everything
and trusted nobody, outside of my mother and me.
He even had a hard time trusting Tim and Gerald. It
made him an excellent security guard. “No,” I replied,
turning to him. “Everything is fine. Really.”
t least I hoped.
Vanda approached us. “What‟s wrong?” she
whispered frantically. “Why didn‟t you answer me?”
“I‟m sorry and nothing is wrong, Mom.”
She didn‟t look like she believed me. “Who
was on the phone? Tim said you looked like you‟d
seen a ghost.”
managed a smile. “Oh, well that was just a
crank call. Some punk kid. Where is Mrs. Jacobs?” I
asked, looking behind her.
“Bathroom. I think she‟s used it more than
me,” said Vanda, chuckling.
“That‟s what happens when you get old,” said
Jim, who was push
ing fifty himself. “Leaky faucets
and rusty pipes.”
“You‟re not old,” replied Mom. “And I‟m
sure your pipes are working just fine.”
His face turned red and he smiled. “Easy for
you to say. You look like Adriana‟s sister, not
“Flattery will get you
percent over cost on
something for your own mother,” she replied,
grinning. “Come Mother‟s Day.”
He laughed. “I‟ll hold you to it.”
“I‟m going into the back for a quick cup of
coffee. Would either of you ladies like me to grab you
?” he asked.
“No,” I replied. “I‟m fine.”
“No, thank you, Jim,” said Vanda. “I‟ve had
enough cups myself today.”
“Let me know if you change your mind,” he
said, walking away.
Vanda watched him leave and then turned to
me. “Oh,” she said, reaching over to m
y necklace. She
lifted up the sapphire. “You wore your father‟s
necklace. It‟s been a long time since I‟ve seen it.”
I looked down. “I guess I couldn‟t stop
thinking about Dad this morning.”
Her eyes grew moist and she smiled. “He was
such a good man.”
“He was. The best.”
She looked outside again and then back to my
necklace. “I must admit, it makes me a little nervous
you wearing it out in the open. It‟s very expensive and
not exactly… subtle.”
“I know. I probably shouldn‟t have,” I
admitted. “It‟s ju
st… I wanted to feel close to him
“I understand,” she replied, glancing down at
her wedding band that she refused to remove, even
though he‟d been gone for the last seven years. “I
wouldn‟t dream of taking this off.”
“I‟m sure if you did, though, D
ad would be
okay with it.”
Her eyes widened. “Why would I ever take it
I shrugged. “I don‟t know… I mean, you‟re
seven. You might fall in love again.”
“I‟ve been in love. I don‟t need to replace
“Don‟t you get lonely?” I aske
She patted me on the shoulder and turned to
walk away. “I have you, Adriana. I‟m never lonely.”
“I know, but
“Let it rest,” she interrupted. “We‟ve been
through this conversation before. I‟m content with
I sighed. We
been through it bef
she was always so stubborn. I knew if she opened her
eyes, she‟d see that Jim had a thing for her. But, that
was Vanda. She was so obstinate.
The phone rang again and I jumped. This
time, fortunately, it was for Tim.
arrived home, I left my bike in the
driveway, unlocked the door, and went inside. When I
reached the kitchen, a man was waiting for me at the
table. He was dressed in a long, black leather overcoat
and wore gloves.
“You Raptor?” he asked pointing his nine
millimeter at me.
“Yeah, who the fuck are you?”
He put the gun down on the table. “You‟re
smart. Figure it out.”
“Jesus Christ, how the fuck did you get in
here?” I snapped, not too happy that he‟d made
himself at home and was drinking one of my beers.
The Judge, who had dark hair and light blue
eyes, smirked. “Back door. Used the key hidden under
the pot with the dead Begonias. Did anyone ever tell
you to water your flowers?”
I frowned. “I didn‟t hide a spare key there.”
“Then you‟d better figure out wh
It had to be her. It was even her flower pot.
“I need to change my fucking locks,” I said,
staring at him, trying to find some kind of
resemblance. From what I could see, there wasn‟t
anything other than maybe the eye color.
he asked, nodding to the
package in my arm.
“Yeah.” I handed it to him. “It‟s all there.”
He opened it up and pulled out the folder
with Breaker‟s information. “I don‟t need this,” he
said, tossing it aside. Then he pulled out the bundles
of money and cou
nted them. “Looks like it‟s all here,”
he said before standing up.
“So, when are you going to do it?”
“Do what?” he asked, walking toward the
“Kill the fucker?”
He stopped abruptly and then turned around
to face me. His smile was cold. “Don
‟t know what
you‟re talking about. Murder is a crime, kid. You
should know that.”
“I‟m not your fucking „kid‟,” I said, not
appreciating his condescending bullshit.
he said, smirking again.
“Didn‟t your daddy ever teach you the importan
“My old man‟s idea of self
waiting until seven a.m. for his first shot of whiskey,”
I said. “From what I hear, your old man wasn‟t much
I thought he‟d be pissed, but instead, he
surprised me. “See, that‟s w
here you‟re wrong,” he
replied, removing one of his gloves. He lifted his right
hand and even I had to wince at the scars. “He
control. As you can see, I learned it
“That‟s from acid, isn‟t it?”
“Oh yeah,” he said. “Looks like „Dea
Ma‟ sure knew how to pick „em.”
I smirked. “No shit. Have you met her?”
“No,” he said, putting the glove back on.
“And I really don‟t care to.”
“I haven‟t seen her in years myself.”
“Lucky you,” he said, walking out of the
I followed him. “W
hat happens now?”
“I leave,” he said, turning around. There was a
look of mirth in his eyes. “Why?”
I shrugged. “I don‟t know. Did you want to
ask me anything?”
“We‟re brothers. Thought you‟d be curious.”
“It‟s only blood, kid,” he said,
the steps. “Don‟t get hung up on it.”
I didn‟t know what else to say. It was obvious
that he wasn‟t interested in shooting the shit, but that
didn‟t stop me from being curious. “See you around?”
He grunted. “In my occupation, you‟d better
that you don‟t.”
I stared at him.
He grinned and then left.
I pulled out my cell phone. “He‟s paid,” I told
“He say when it‟s going to happen?”
“No. In fact, he acted like he didn‟t know
what the fuck I was even talking about when I asked
“That‟s the way he is. Okay, get your ass to
the chapel. Meeting is going to start in thirty
“I‟ll be there.”
He hung up.
I put my phone away and went around the
house, checking the locks. Then I went outside and
found the key he‟d
replaced under the flower pot. I
stuck it in my pocket, threw the flower pot away, and
left for the clubhouse.
Slammer smacked the gavel and called the
meeting to order. There were nineteen of us in the
Jensen Chapter, plus three prospects hoping to
patched. The prospects were absent, as they weren‟t
allowed at the meetings for obvious reasons.
It was most of the same stuff, with the
treasurer going over our finances, new
correspondences, and then us voting on prospects.
When that was finished, S
lammer made a surprising
“You all have heard by now what happened
to my Old Lady‟s daughter,” he said, staring down at
his folded hands. “And about my meeting with Mud
“How did that go?” asked Horse.
“Actually, it didn‟t go very
well. But, that‟s
already old news.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, wondering
where he was going with this.
He grinned. “Well, today, we talked and I
think we‟ve cleared up our issues. We even called a
“No shit?” said Chopper.
“That‟s right,” he repl
ied, smiling around at
everyone. I had to give him credit, he was smooth
when he wanted to be. “The shit between us is all
smoothed over. We‟re good.”
“What about Breaker?” asked Horse.
His smile faltered. “Well, as usual, my fucking
temper got the best of
me when I first found out
about the incident. But we all know that you can‟t go
pointing fingers without evidence. Truth is, we have
no proof that Breaker is the one who attacked Jessica.
Could have been a number of fuckers. Hell, she‟s not
even sure hers
elf who did it.”
“But they were wearing a cut that matched the
Devil‟s Rangers,” said Chopper, looking frustrated.
“Come one, Prez. You know one of them did it. You
fucking know they did.”
“I have to agree with Slammer,” said Buck.
“Unless we know for sure
who did it, we can‟t go
killing people without proof. Can‟t kill an innocent
man for another man‟s sins.”
“Yeah, but, he‟s the only one who‟s done time
for rape,” said Chopper.
“You know this, how?” asked Slammer.
Chopper grunted. “I‟m your Intelligence
fficer, come on. It didn‟t take me long to find this
“No, I suppose it wouldn‟t,” he replied.
“You sure you want to let this go?” asked
“Like I said before, no proof. Plus, I gave
Mud my word that none of the Gold Vipers would
er,” he replied. He looked at me and then
the others. “And I plan on keeping my word. There
will be no retaliation. No revenge, no nothing.
We all agreed.
Fortunately, the rest of the day was
uneventful at the
shop and there were no more calls
from that freak, Breaker. Trevor didn‟t call me back,
either. Nor did he show up at the store, which was
kind of a relief. My mom would have flipped her lid.
When six o‟clock rolled around, we locked the
doors and began do
ing inventory. Jim stuck around,
which I was grateful for, since being alone at a jewelry
store at night was disconcerting. After we checked off
each piece of jewelry, Jim carefully placed them into
the large walk
in safe, where they‟d stay until
By the time nine o‟clock rolled around, we‟d
finished with all one
and I couldn‟t wait leave. Reading all the item
numbers on the tiny tags was exhausting.
“There has got to be an easier way of doing
inventory,” I told her.
“There is, but I like doing it this way.”
“But they have these scanners you can use,
now, Mom. You‟d keep much better track of each
“It‟s far too expensive to set that up,” she said
and then smiled. “Our way is already paid for.”
She was so frugal
and old fashioned at times it
was aggravating. “Fine. If you like doing things the
“It‟s easy with your help. Now, let‟s go to
Sicily‟s,” my mother said, as we were locking up the
shop. “My treat for making you do things the hard
way. You too,
“Sure, if you insist,” said Jim, his eyes
twinkling. “I love Italian food.”
“Mom, I‟m sorry, I just can‟t,” I replied,
grabbing the car keys out of my purse. “I‟m meeting
up with Krystal.”
She stopped in her tracks. “Again? I thought
her birthday last night,” she replied,
“I know. This is just us, though. Last night
was crazy and we didn‟t get much of a chance to
“Didn‟t you have enough time to talk when
you spent the night at her house?”
“No. We crashed pretty quickly
,” I lied.
“I‟ll meet you at the restaurant,” said Jim,
heading toward his car. I could tell he didn‟t want any
part of the conversation.
“Goodbye,” I called.
Jim turned around and waved as he reached
his Toyota. “Have a good night, Adriana,” he replied
d then looked at Mom. “I‟ll see you soon?”
“Yes,” she said, smiling. “Very soon.”
He smiled back and got into his car.
She turned back to me. “You‟re not going to
meet that man on the motorcycle afterward, are you?”
“Mom, would you just give it up,” I said
frustrated. “I know what I‟m doing.”
“No, Adriana, I don‟t think you do. You‟re
one and I‟m sure bad boys like that seem
“Bad boys? Mom, please,” I interrupted as I
began walking to my car, which was parked next to
hers. “It‟s no
t like that.”
“It sure looked like that way to me earlier,”
she said, coming up behind me. “The way you two
were attacking each other in the driveway.”
“It was just a couple of kisses,” I said, getting
into the car. “Really, you don‟t need to worry about
Her eyes softened. “I can‟t help it. You‟re my
daughter,” I reminded her. “Look,
take Jim out to dinner and enjoy yourself.” I lowered
my voice. “It‟s obvious the man is crazy about you.”
She looked shocked. “What? No. No, he
I glanced back over at Jim, who was sitting in
his car, waiting for her. “Oh yes, he is. You just don‟t
see it. Quit worrying about me and think about
yourself for a change. Go on a date, have some fun.”
She looked over her shoulder at him and then
hed. “A date?”
“Yes. Pretend it‟s a date.”
“I can‟t do that to your father‟s memory. I still
love him and it wouldn‟t be right.”
“Mom, you don‟t have to stop loving Dad,” I
said softly. “But don‟t deny yourself companionship
with someone who adores you. So
meone like Jim,
who‟s nice and is always there for you.”
She chewed on her lower lip. “You really
“I guess you haven‟t noticed the way he looks
at you. He definitely has a crush.”
“A crush?” Her cheeks flushed. “Really?”
Aren‟t you attracted to him?”
“I guess… I haven‟t thought about it. I mean,
he‟s nice looking.”
“Mom, seriously, you‟re too young to become
an old spinster.”
She laughed. “An old spinster?”
I smiled. “That‟s right. If you look up the
word in the
dictionary, you might find your picture
there soon, if you don‟t do something.”
Mom smirked. “You think I don‟t know what
“What do you mean?”
“Changing the subject.”
“What I‟m doing is letting you know that you
can‟t control who is in my lif
e but you can control
who is in yours. Right now there‟s a sweet guy who is
meeting you at Sicily‟s. He likes you. A lot. Who
knows, maybe you‟ll find that you like him, too. And
not just as your security guard.”
She looked at Jim‟s car again but didn‟t sa
My cell phone went off.
“It‟s Krystal. I‟ve gotta go,” I said, looking
down at it.
“Just be careful,” Vanda replied, crossing her
arms under her chest.
“I will, and have fun,” I said, winking at her
before slamming the door shut.
She turned a
nd walked over to her car.
“Hi, Krystal,” I said, answering the phone.
“Hey, guess what?” she said. There were
voices in the background and I could tell she was
“What?” I asked, starting my engine.
“We found him.”
ll yes. I‟m in the bathroom now. At Club
Hideaway. I found out from Gary that he was heading
here tonight. Tank and Raptor are keeping an eye on
Jason. I think they‟re going to confront the prick
outside, since the place is crawling with bouncers.”
t began to race. “Oh, my God, I‟m on
“Okay. I‟ll let you know if we leave or if
“I‟m twenty minutes away. I‟ll get there as
quickly as possible.”
We hung up and I pulled out of the parking
lot, wondering what they planned on do
ing to Jason
once they had him alone. Would they just kick his ass
or threaten him with a weapon?
This is crazy,
I should have just called the
police. Someone is going to get hurt.
I turned a corner and a few seconds later and
I noticed the pe
rson behind me had their high
on. Then I noticed that it was a truck. Breaker‟s.
“Oh, my God,” I gasped, moving quickly into
the right lane. I watched in horror as he followed me.
I tried zigzagging around other cars, desperate to put
some distance b
ehind us, but Breaker kept up.
Frightened, I hopped onto the freeway and raced
toward the club, not knowing what else to do. If
anything, I could lead him to Trevor. Soon, I was
going eighty miles an hour in the passing lane,
thankful that it wasn‟t rush h
“Where the fuck are the cops when you need
them?” I said out loud, wishing that I‟d catch one of
their radars. But, for some crazy reason, even though
it was a Saturday night, and I was driving like a bat
out of hell, they weren‟t around. Frustrated,
into the mirror and noticed that Breaker was still hot
on my tail. “Dammit, you are such a freak!”
His laughter from earlier echoed in my head. I
was pretty sure he was having a blast, scaring the hell
out of me. I just couldn‟t understand why he was so
obsessed with someone he‟d just met.
Because he‟s fucking insane.
We drove like this, with me drivin
g like a
maniac and him following suit, until I noticed we
were finally approaching downtown Iowa City. I put
my blinker on and was about to enter the right lane to
get off at the next exit, when he quickly moved into it,
“Dammit,” I yelled, s
He also slowed down and then sped up as I
tried to maneuver my way into the lane. Of course, I
missed the exit.
“Fuck you, asshole,” I mumbled, thinking that
at least he‟d gotten off, and was no longer following
me. But, when I looked back int
o the rearview mirror,
I found that I was wrong. He‟d obviously jumped off
of the exit at the last minute, and was tailing me again.
Furious, I pressed my foot firmly on the gas
and flew down the freeway, determined to stay ahead
of him so I could get off
on the next exit. This time it
worked, and I was able to take the next ramp, with
him one car behind. As I turned and then headed
toward Main Street, I recalled where the local cop
shop was and decided to lead him there instead of
going to the club.
ant to follow me, asshole. Go right
ahead,” I said, staring at him in the rearview mirror.
Just as I predicted, he continued to follow me,
but then, as I reached the police station, he turned
off, waving at me through his open window.
“Yeah, that‟s what
I thought. You fucking
coward,” I mumbled, going the opposite direction.
“Where are you at?” barked Mud.
“Just driving around,” he answered, following
the brunette. He couldn‟t wait to get his hands on her
hot little body as well as that rock around her neck.
The sapphire had to be worth thirty or forty grand.
“You need to get your ass down to the
brother. Rumor has it that „The Judge‟
might be looking for your ass.”
His eyes widened. “The Judge? Where‟d you
“Misty. She overheard Slammer talking about
it earlier. Called and give me the heads
“I‟m not afraid of that asshole. I‟ll sl
nuts off if he tries taking me down. Shove them up
“You‟d better be. From what I hear, the guy
has never missed a delivery, and this time, you‟re the
one on order. Now, get your ass back here so we can
figure this shit out.”
d. That foxy little Adriana was
just going to have to wait. “I‟ll be there in twenty.”
“Don‟t stop off anywhere. We‟ll be watching
Breaker set his phone down and got into the
right lane. As he was about to turn, he rolled his
window down a
nd waved at Adriana. He couldn‟t see
her face, but something told him that she wasn‟t
smiling. In fact, he was pretty sure he‟d scared the hell
out of her. The knowledge made his cock swell.
“Mother fucking Prez,” he mumbled, lighting
a smoke. He loved Mu
d and the rest of the crew, but
in reality, they really were a bunch of pussies. Every
last one of them. His brothers seemed to shake in
their boots whenever „The Judge‟ was mentioned.
Well, he wasn‟t afraid of the Zorro
The Judge was a jok
e. He wasn‟t even part of any
club. The fact was, he would love to face the asshole
and show him who the real judge was. Maybe stick a
gavel up his ass and call it a night.
Laughing to himself, Breaker turned down a
end street and parked his tru
ck in a quiet
spot. He couldn‟t help it
he needed to get off.
Chasing Adriana had wound him up and now, all he
could think about was fucking the little cunt. Pushing
the „Play‟ button on his stereo, he began listening to
the CD he‟d made. The one where h
e‟d recorded the
last bitch‟s screams. Jessica‟s. The fact that it was
Slammer‟s Old Lady‟s daughter made it that much
more exhilarating. He‟d noticed the girl when he‟d
been trailing Slammer last summer. Saw her leaving
his house. From that moment on, he‟
d followed the
sweet piece of tail everywhere, waiting for the right
opportunity. When he‟d noticed her roommate leave
with a suitcase a couple weeks back, he‟d broken in
and made himself at home. The rest was history.
Sweet history that he‟d recorded for
his own sick
pleasure. Sure, he knew he was a little twisted, but it
didn‟t change the fact that he enjoyed torturing
women. Making them beg for their lives.
Breaker got rid of his cigarette and unzipped
his pants. Imagining himself on top of Adriana, he
pit in his hand and began to jerk off.
“Yeah, baby,” he whispered, moving his hand
up and down as the girl on the CD whimpered,
begging him to stop. He closed his eyes.
“Look at me,” demanded the voice on the
CD. His voice. “You see me?”
remembered the terror in
Jessica‟s eyes as he stared into them, and it brought
him to the edge. Just as he was about to blow his
load, he felt the cool barrel of a gun against his
Gasping, he opened his eyes and found
himself staring at a man he d
“You‟re one ugly cuss, you know that? I can
also see why don‟t get many dates,” said the man,
turning down the stereo. “Also, I don‟t know if
anyone has ever told you, but your taste in music is
pretty fucked up.”
“Who the hell are you?” h
e said, trying to
shove his dick back into his jeans.
He smirked. “If you have to ask, you‟re even
dumber than I thought.”
“Fuck you,” he growled.
“Why don‟t you beg? Like the girl on the CD,
you sick fuck…”
“Go to hell.”
“Thanks for the invite, but I‟m
not ready yet.
Tell everyone that I said hello.”
Breaker‟s face turned white. “Wait a minute.
I‟ve got money, too. I‟ll pay you double. Whatever
they offered, I‟ll pay more.”
“This one isn‟t about the money.” He lowered
the gun to Breaker‟s limp dick. “It‟
s about a girl
whose life you ruined,” he said, pulling the trigger.
I pulled into a parking lot, which was across
the street from Club Hideaway, and parked the car.
Then I texted Krystal. She called me right away.
“Perfect timing. The shit is about to hit the
fan. Jason is heading toward the door with some girl,
and we‟re getting ready to follow him.”
“I‟ll wait out here. I don‟t want him to see
“Good idea. I‟ll call you right back,” she said,
yed in my car and watched the front door,
anxious and scared at the same time. A few minutes
later, I saw Jason step outside with a girl. He had his
arm around her shoulders. I noticed she was lucid and
actually seemed to be enjoying their conversation. It
made me wonder if I was wrong about everything.
Sure, he‟d been an asshole, but had he really drugged
As they walked toward the parking lot where I
was hunched in my car, the club doors opened again.
This time, Trevor, Tank, and Krystal stepped outsid
Blowing out my breath, I watched as the three
kept their distance and followed them into the
parking lot. Just as Jason approached his car, which
was a couple rows away from mine, Trevor
“Excuse me, Jason?”
He turned around and looked at me.
“I‟m sorry, do I know you?” he asked.
“No, but I think you know her,” said Tank,
nodding to Krystal.
Jason‟s face turned pale. “Ah, hey, Krystal.
What‟s going on?”
Krystal smiled coldly. “Heard you abandoned
last night. After you tried raping her, you
The girl standing next to Jason took a step
back. “What? Jason, what is she talking about?”
“Nothing, Michelle. Get in the car. I‟ll handle
“Get in the car,” he said firmly. “Plea
Sighing, she opened the door and slid into the
Jason turned back to us. “What‟s this all
“You slipped something into Adriana‟s drink
last night,” I said. “What was it?”
His face darkened. “That‟s bullshit. I didn‟t do
any such thin
g. Is that what she told you?”
In three strides I had him by the throat.
“Look, you ass
fuck,” I spat. “That shit could have
killed her. What the fuck was it?”
He tried clawing at my fingers. “I didn‟t,” he
croaked. “Let me go.”
I reached into my jacket an
d pulled out my
revolver. I held it to his head and cocked it. “Tell me
or I‟ll blow your head off, motherfucker.”
“Oh, my God, no!” hollered Adriana, who
was running toward us. “Don‟t!”
I lowered the gun and shoved it into his nut
sack. “Don‟t worry, Jaso
n. I‟m not going to kill you.
Just remove the source of your problem.”
“Please,” he begged, holding up his hands. “It
wasn‟t me. Seriously. It was Lucas. He did it. For
Gary. It was his birthday.”
I glared at him. “Explain.”
“Lucas just wanted him to get
lucky. The shit
was just supposed to make her horny. That‟s all I
“Gary wasn‟t interested in having sex with any
of us,” said Krystal, looking horrified. “Don‟t put the
blame on him.”
“I‟m not. I mean, you‟re right. He didn‟t even
know about it.”
ut you did,” I said sharply. “And you tried
“No,” he lied. “I swear…”
“Say goodbye to your little friends,” I said,
mimicking Al Pacino.
He began to cry. “No! Please! I‟ll do
I heard the sound of sirens in the distance.
“Time to le
ave,” said Tank.
Swearing, I slammed my fist into Jason‟s face
and heard the distinct sound of his nose breaking.
He sank to his knees holding his nose. “I
think you broke it. Oh, my God!”
I grinned. “Good. It looks like it‟s your lucky
because that‟s all I have time for. Now,
I know you‟ve heard of the Gold Vipers and now
we‟ve heard of you.”
Jason‟s eyes moved to my jacket and the
realization of who I was associated with made him
look like he was going to shit his pants.
I grabbed him
by the collar and looked down
into his face. “I ever hear of you or your friends
drugging these or any other girls, you‟re dead. You
He nodded quickly.
“I mean it. You‟ll be ten feet under and I‟ll
bury you myself if I have to. I have plenty of
“I won‟t. I swear,” he cried.
Although I still wanted to beat the fuck out of
Jason, I released him.
“Let‟s bolt. The cops are getting close,” said
I turned toward Adriana, but she wouldn‟t
even look at me. Sighing, I grabbed her by the el
and began ushering her to the car she‟d gotten out of.
“Meet me at my house,” I said, when we stopped.
“No,” she said, pulling her arm away. She
continued to avoid my eyes. “I can‟t.”
“I‟m coming with you, Adriana,” said Krystal,
approaching the car.
“Okay,” she answered.
“We need to talk,” I said, feeling the tension
between us. I couldn‟t understand why she was
pissed. The guy got off with a broken nose. Shit could
have been a lot worse.
She didn‟t say anything, but I could tell the
wheels in her h
ead were turning rapidly.
“Raptor,” said Tank. “I‟ll meet you back by
“I‟m right behind you, brother.”
Tank held up his hand. “Call me, Krystal.”
She nodded. “Yeah. I will.”
“So, you have a gun,” blurted out Adriana,
?” she said, laughing coldly. “I guess
my mother was right. You‟re not just trouble, you are
I tried to remain calm, but it wasn‟t easy. My
adrenaline was still on overdrive. “Not to you.”
“Famous last words.”
“Bullshit. I woul
d never hurt you,” I said,
staring at her in frustration.
“You‟ve got that right. Goodbye, Trevor,”
said Adriana, getting into her car.
I wanted to stop her, but I could see the
cherries from the cops heading down the street.
Swearing, I took off running.
“Wasn‟t that insane?” said Krystal, digging
around in her purse.
“God, I need a cigarette.”
“I thought you were quitting.”
“I was, but after that scene, can you blame
I smiled grimly. “No. I guess not.”
have some cash on you?” she asked,
pulling out her wallet. “All I have is a five dollar bill
and I‟ve already maxed my credit card.”
“Another reason why you should quit
“Don‟t be a drag,” she said, laughing.
I rolled my eyes.
“Seriously, can yo
u loan me a couple bucks
for a pack of smokes?”
“Where‟s your car?”
“At their clubhouse.”
“Where is that?”
“A couple blocks away from Griffin‟s.”
“You want me to drop you off there, right?”
“If you could?”
“Why not? I‟ve got nothing
else going on.”
She sucked in a breath. “Is that the necklace
from your dad?” she asked, leaning toward me.
I touched it and smiled. “Yeah.”
“I can‟t believe you‟re wearing it. It‟s
“Thanks. I have to admit, I was nervous
wearing the thing.”
“I would be, too. If someone found out it was
real, they‟d try and steal it.”
“Speaking of which…” I told her about
Breaker, from when I first ran into him, at the gas
station, to where he chased me after work.
She stared at me in horror. “Oh, my God, are
“Yeah. It was scary. I headed toward the
police station and he must have known what I was
doing, because that‟s when he left me.”
“That prick. You should call Raptor and let
I shook my head. “Oh, no. I don‟t want
to do with him.”
“You know, he has the hots for you.”
“I don‟t care. Raptor is fucking crazy,” I said
firmly. “You saw him back there. He could have shot
“Why do you care? The guy is a douchebag.”
I looked at her in surprise. “Don‟t tell me
condoning murder now?”
“No, of course not. But, Raptor was just
trying to scare him. Now he‟ll think twice about
drugging girls for sex.”
“After that, you‟d think so.”
We pulled into a nearby gas station. She ran
inside and bought a pack of smokes. When s
back into the car, she asked me if she could light one
I grunted. “Seriously? I just bought it. It still
“What if I open the window?”
I frowned. “You know that doesn‟t really
“Fine,” she pouted, shoving the cigarettes into
I let out an exasperated sigh. “Do you want
me to pull over somewhere so you can have one?”
“No. I‟ll just wait until we get to my car,” she
said, looking out her side window. She was silent for
several minutes and I knew something was definitely
“You mad?” I asked.
“No,” she replied, looking back at me. “I‟m
just thinking about Tank. I‟m afraid of what he‟s
going to do when I break it off with him.”
“So, you‟re really going to do it?”
“Good. They‟re both bad news. I‟m sure Tank
carries a gun, too.”
“Great. Well, if I were you, I would definitely
do it over the phone.”
She smirked. “I was planning on it.”
“So, where is this place?” I asked, as we
She directed me past the strip joint to a
warehouse district, about two miles away. We pulled
up to a set of gates.
“Great, how do we get in there?”
“Very easily. It‟s not locked,” she said,
opening the car door. “I‟ll be right back.”
t out and ran up to the gate. She
unlatched it and pulled it open. I drove through it and
waited for her to get back in.
“My car is just over there,” she said, pointing
to a row of vehicles that were parked near the side of
an old warehouse.
“So, this is
where these guys usually hang out,
huh?” I said, driving slowly. “The building looks
abandoned, except for the cars.”
“Most of those belong to the club whores,”
she said, wrinkling her nose. “The guys keep their
bikes inside of the building. There‟s a gara
ge door in
“Why are the windows all boarded up?” I
asked, stopping behind her car.
“Because of the shit that goes on inside,” she
said, picking up her purse. “It‟s like a playground for
men in there. They‟ve got this wraparound bar with
bottles of booze.
. A couple of
wide screen TVs, some video and pinball machines.”
She smirked. “Hell, they even have a stripper pole.”
“Why does that not surprise me?”
“I know, right? Get this, some of the girls
walk around naked, like it‟s no big
“Exactly. Anyway, I‟d better go,” she leaned
over and gave me a hug. “I‟m just going to go home
and crash, I think. I‟m still a little hung over from last
night. I tried the old „Hair
dog‟ thing, but it‟s
Krystal got out and walked over to her car. As
I watched her get inside, my cell phone went off.
I ignored his call but then he began texting
me. Sighing, I picked up my phone and called him.
“Where are you?” he asked.
just dropped Krystal off to her car and now
I‟m on my way home,” I replied, backing out of the
“Wait there for me. I want to talk to you. I‟m
only a couple minutes away.”
“We have nothing to talk about.”
“Yes. We do.”
“Look, I‟m grateful for
what you did, picking
me up in the middle of the night and letting me stay
at your house, but it can‟t go any further than that.”
“That‟s not what I got from that kiss, earlier.”
That was before I saw you almost kill someone.
“Things have changed,” I said,
from the clubhouse. Knowing that he was almost
there, I wanted to put as much distance between him
and my car as I could.
“What do you mean?”
“I think you know exactly what I mean. That
thing with Jason…”
“He needed to be taught a lesson.”
ou broke his nose.”
“Yes, I did.”
“And you threatened him with a gun.”
“Of course I did. He needed to know we
“Did you expect me to ask him nicely?”
“No, but I didn‟t expect that!”
“Look, Kitten, he deserved a lot more than
I dished out, believe me.”
“He wasn‟t even the one who slipped me the
“No, but he knew about it and tried to use it
to his advantage, didn‟t he?”
“And then he threw you out of his car, in the
middle of nowhere, without giving a shit. Y
probably lucky to be alive. Are you really going to
stick up for that asshole?”
He had a point.
“No. I‟m not. I just don‟t like the way you
handled the situation.”
“I did what I had to do, to „handle it‟. And
because I scared the fuck out of him, Co
llege Boy will
think twice before trying something like that again. I
“Now, if that‟s all you‟re pissed at, then I need
to see you, Kitten. Tonight. Are we good?”
“I… um…I guess so. I‟m kind of tired.
Maybe we could have lunch or
He chuckled. “Hell, we can do that, too. I‟ll
see you soon.”
“Meet me at my place.” He hung up.
I stared at the phone and realized this was the
second time, in twenty
four hours, that he‟d cut me
off when I‟d
tried to say „No‟. He obviously didn‟t do
well with that word.
Sighing, I put my phone down and headed
toward my own house. If he wasn‟t going to listen to
my protests, he‟d sure as hell hear my actions loud
When I arrived home, I sent Trevor a text,
telling him that I wasn‟t coming over. In the message
I also explained that I wasn‟t interested in seeing him
again, because his world frightened the hell out of me.
I also told him that if he called, I wouldn‟t a
pretty much demanded that he give me space and
respect my wishes.
I hesitated before I pushed “Send.” I
hesitated, because deep down, part of me wanted to
see that sexy smile again. Even more than that, I
wanted him to kiss me. I wanted his ton
mouth, and what was hiding under those blue jeans. I
wanted it badly. What I didn‟t want was the drama
and all of the other stuff that came with it. Something
told me that if I did find myself in his bed, I‟d make
up excuses for that part of his l
ife. It would suddenly
be, acceptable. Well, that was now unacceptable.
Letting out a ragged breath, I pushed “Send”
and then waited several minutes for his reaction.
Fortunately, he didn‟t call me back.
Nor did he send me a text.
Setting my phone down,
I went into my
bedroom, removed my pantyhose, and then threw
them into the dirty clothes. Afterward, I went into the
kitchen and began making myself a ham and cheese
sandwich. As I was searching for the mayonnaise, I
heard it. The rumble of a motorcycle r
olling down the
Groaning, I closed the refrigerator and went
to the front door, knowing that none of the other
neighbors owned a Harley or any other motorcycle
for that matter. When I opened it, I found myself
looking up at Trevor‟s cocky grin.
I scowled. “Didn‟t you get my text?”
“I told you not to come over here.”
“Number one, you should know that I‟m not
keen on following orders, unless they‟re from
Slammer. Number two, you told me not to
You never said anythin
g about stopping by.”
I sighed. “Technicalities.”
“Can I come in?”
“No,” I said, crossing my arms under my
chest. “In fact, you really need to leave. My mother is
going to be home soon.”
“So, what you‟re really trying to say is that she
doesn‟t like me?”
Ha, ha. Funny.”
“Actually, it‟s not, really.” He looked down at
my outfit and he whistled. “I didn‟t get a chance to
tell you this, but you look sexier than hell, Kitten.”
He bit his lower lip and sighed. “A dress like
that can make a man lose control. It can also put ideas
in his head. Wicked ones.”
I was blushing when our eyes met again.
“Come on.” He leaned against the doorframe
and whispered, “Take a ride with me.”
“You can. You‟re just scared.”
“It would never work between us.”
“I‟m not asking for anything to work. I‟m just
asking you to take a ride.”
I glanced at his Harley. It sounded like fun,
but I knew it was a bad idea. Between the man and
I‟d never want to get off. Or maybe I
would and that was the real problem. “What do you
want from me, Trevor?”
A slow, sexy smile crossed his lips. “Oh,
darling, do you really have to ask?”
did he have to be so damn sexy?
“If I get on you
r bike, I‟m pretty sure I‟ll
make some bad decisions before the night is over.”
He grinned wickedly. “I won‟t tell if you
Heat pooled between my legs. The look in his
eyes was making it so hard. “I‟m not getting on your
bike, so don‟t ask me again
He sighed. “Fine. I won‟t ask you again if you
agree to something.”
“Give me a kiss goodbye. You owe me,
I laughed. “Oh, is that right?”
He looked serious. “Yeah. It‟s colder than shit
out here and now I have to drive back.”
is that my problem?”
“Because you wouldn‟t let me call you. Had I
been able to do so, I wouldn‟t be standing out here or
about to drive back without your warm body wrapped
around me on my bike.”
“So, you think I owe you a kiss?” I replied,
ably two, but I‟ll settle for one.”
I smirked. “Fine. One kiss and then you‟re
He stepped closer to me and slid his arms
around my waist. “I swear I‟ll leave, if you still want
me to,” he whispered, staring down at my mouth.
, I though
t, feeling my body already
begin to respond. Just the feel of his arms around me
was making my stomach quiver.
“I‟m sure I will,” I lied, more to myself than
He smiled and then leaned forward, kissing
me gently. I closed my eyes, feeling a surge of
xcitement as his tongue slid into my mouth. His
mouth was hot and he tasted like spearmint and beer,
it was an oddly seductive mix. I slid my hand up to
the back of his neck and began kissing him back,
wanting more. Needing more. The man was as bad as
ug. The addicting kind.
Trevor growled in the back of his throat and
pulled away. “Take a ride with me,” he said, sliding
his hands over my ass. He pressed his hips against
mine and I could feel his hardness, teasing me.
“Please. I‟ve got to have you.”
“I… I can‟t,” I whispered, his words making
me wetter than the birdbath out front.
“You can,” he murmured, moving his lips to
my neck. “Fuck me, you smell good.”
“The neighbors are watching,” I whispered,
noting that the woman across the street was lookin
through her blinds.
“Oh, yeah? Well, this show is all mine,” he
whispered, backing me into the house. When my
shoulders hit the closet door, he pulled me back
against his chest and began kissing me again, this time
much more hungrily. Then one of his han
ds was on
my breast, the other on my ass. He started squeezing
both, while grinding his hips into mine, letting me
know what his intentions were.
I moaned, kissing him back as he raised my
dress and touched my thong.
“Fuck, you‟re killing me,” he growled
slamming the door shut with the back of his boot. “I
need to be inside of you. Now.”
“What are you doing?” I squealed, as he
picked me up.
His blue eyes burned into mine. His pupils
were large. “Where‟s your bedroom?”
“Upstairs, but we can‟t. My mother
“This is your house, too?”
“Are you an adult?”
“Then let‟s go act like adults,” he said,
heading toward the stairs. Seconds later, we were in
my bedroom and he was locking the door.
“I… I don‟t think this is a good idea,
” I said.
He turned around and began removing his
leather jacket. “Let me do the thinking.”
I smiled nervously.
He hung his jacket on my door and glanced
around the room. It was still painted purple and I had
the same frilly bedspread covering my mattress
had when I was a teenager.
“The only thing missing are posters of boy
bands and puppies. You certainly have enough
stuffed animals and… unicorns.”
“I used to collect them,” I said, glancing at all
He removed his
leather cut and hung it over
the jacket. Then he pulled his T
shirt out of his jeans
and began taking it off. “I used to collect rocks and
crystals before my old man threw them out one day.
Then I just didn‟t bother with it anymore. Nothing
wrong with want
ing to collect things.”
“I agree,” I replied, staring at his tattooed,
muscular chest and arms. “And, I think that‟s great.
Collecting rocks and crystals.”
He walked over to me and touched my
necklace. “Speaking of,” said Trevor. “I want to see
wearing this and nothing else,” he said, his
eyes burning into mine.
I looked down at it, my cheeks burning red.
“Fuck, you‟re beautiful. Come here.” He
grabbed the back of my head, and pulled my face to
his, kissing me hard.
I melted into Trevor, the very last of my
resolve, gone. I couldn‟t wait to feel his cock moving
deep inside of me. Just the thought of it made my sex
His kisses became more demanding as my
hand moved to the
hidden in his jeans
I began stroking him,
is tongue plunged deep
my mouth the
way we both wanted him to fill my sex
“I‟m going to explode
, I want you so fucking
bad, Kitten,” he growled into my neck as I squeezed
his cock through his jeans.
I could feel the lo
length of hi
denim and it made me
want to hump his leg like a bitch in heat.
Panting, he pulled my dress up and over my
hips, then slid his hand to the front of my thong
where he cupped my mound. “Fuck,” he whispered,
using his knuc
kles to stroke my clit through the
fabric. “I need to be inside of you. You want me to
“Yes,” I moaned, digging my nails into his
arm. “Oh God, yes.”
He slid one of his fingers into me. “You‟re so
Whimpering in pleasure I unbuttoned his
ans and slid my hand under his boxers, grappling his
cock. The size alone almost brought me to my knees.
I couldn‟t wait to ride him.
Gasping, he grabbed my wrist as I began
stroking him. “Hold on, there, darlin‟. I won‟t last.”
He kicked his je
ans and boxers down to the
floor, his cock bobbing as he pushed them aside with
his foot. I could almost taste the pre
cum dripping on
the end and it made me even more wet.
My dick was so hard that two more strokes
would have done me in. I made
her stop and got rid
of my jeans. Then I walked over to the bed and sat
down on the edge. “Undress for me,” I said, staring
up at her.
Her cheeks turned pink.
I grinned. “Come on, Kitten. Don‟t be shy.
She did and I unzipped her dress. It fel
l to the
floor and she kicked it away. As she was about to turn
back around, I stopped her.
“Hold on. I need to look at this pretty little
ass of yours,” I said, grabbing it with both hands.
She squealed as I leaned forward and bit her
left cheek, playfull
“That hurts,” she said, trying to move away.
“Let me kiss it then,” I said, bringing my
mouth back to her creamy skin. I licked where it was
pink and she began to relax.
“You‟ve got a sweet ass,” I said, moving a
finger down the length of her thong to h
er slit, which
was dripping wet.
I licked my lips. “Spread your legs more.”
Adriana, did as she was told.
I shoved my thumb into her hole as I circled
and wiggled around on her clit with my other two
fingers. Moaning, she leaned forward, holding her
knees and I couldn‟t take it anymore. I needed a taste
of that that peach. I turned her around, picked her up,
nd sat her on my face.
“Oh, my God,” she gasped as I slid her G
string to the side and began licking her pussy.
I stopped and looked up at her. “Is this
Adriana stared at me through her lashes.
“Yes,” she murmured, her face flushed. “V
Grabbing her hips, I plunged my tongue, deep
into her hole, tickling her clit with my nose. Moaning,
she leaned forward and grabbed the headboard to
steady herself as I licked and sucked in the places that
I knew drove women crazy.
as my tongue moved
faster. “Oh, my God, Trevor…”
Noticing that she still had her bra on, I
paused, sliding my hand up to her breasts. I tugged at
it. “Take this off.”
I could feel her legs trembling as she
unclasped her bra and threw it aside.
” I whispered.
She had perfect breasts. Not too big. Not too
small. Plus, they were real. Unlike Brandy‟s.
Staring up at her gorgeous body, I continued
to work her clit with my tongue, while I stared up at
her breasts. Reaching up, I grabbed one, enjoying
softness and weight in my palm. I squeezed it and
then my hand went to the other, this time pinching
her nipple. Moaning, she leaned back and grabbed my
cock, stroking it.
Resisting the urge to let her keep pumping my
cock, I stopped her and flipped u
Trevor got back b
etween my legs and began
my clit again. His rhythm was steady, as he
followed up wi
th his fingers inside of my sex
. He kept
pressure, rubbing back and forth while
teasing me with his
to squirm, feeling my orgasm build.
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Keep doing that.”
Staring up at me with hooded eyes, he began
to put extra
pressure on my
clit, his tongue
and his fingers knowing exactly where I
It didn‟t take long before it all got to
me and I was crying out, my hips convulsing as I
“Mm… Kitten, you‟re so sexy,” Trevor
whispered, licking me as the tremors subsided.
can‟t wait to get inside of
The sound of the doorbell
shocked us both
my God,” I said, jumping out of bed.
My heart was pounding a mile a minute. I felt
like a teenager who was about to get caught doing
something bad. “What if it‟s my mother? She could be
locked out of the house.”
He sighed. “Doesn‟t she
have a spare key?”
“Yes, probably,” I said, peeking out my
bedroom window. What I saw parked in front of my
house made my heart actually stop.
“Can you see anything?”
I backed away from the window and headed
to my dresser. “There‟s an unmarked police car
I said, grabbing a pair of sweats and a T
looked at him. “Do you think they‟re here because of
“Probably,” he said, grabbing his jeans. “I‟m
sorry. I didn‟t want to get you into trouble. I guess I
fucked that this up pretty badly. I
didn‟t think he‟d
“He almost raped me,” I said, pulling up the
sweats. “If anyone should be in trouble, it should be
him. Wait up here. I‟ll tell them that I don‟t know
“No, I‟ll come with you. I‟m not going to
The doorbell rang again.
“It‟s easier this way,” I said, pulling my T
over my head as I walked out of my bedroom. I ran
down the steps and opened the door. There were two
cops, a male and a female.
“Can I help you?”
“Are you Adriana Nikolas?” asked the
woman, her express
She showed me her badge. “I‟m Detective
Tabitha Williams, and this is my partner, Jeremy
Stone. We‟d like to come in and ask you a few
“Your friend, Krystal Blake.”
I stared at her in confusion. “Krystal? I don‟t
understand. Why are you here asking about her?”
“Missing,” I repeated, the blood rushing to
my head. “What do you mean,
? I just left her
about two hours ago.”
“That‟s what we‟d like to talk to you about,
Nikolas,” answered Detective Stone. He turned
and nodded toward Trevor‟s bike. “Whose
motorcycle is that in your driveway?”
“It‟s mine,” said Trevor, coming up behind
me. He put his arm around my shoulder. “Can you
tell us what‟s going on?”
“And you are?”
asked Detective Williams.
“He‟s a friend,” I answered quickly. “Look,
you said Krystal was missing. What exactly do you
mean by that? I just left her about an hour ago.”
“Let‟s go inside and we‟ll talk about it,”
replied Detective Williams.
“Fine,” I sai
d, moving back to let them in.
The two detectives followed us into the living
room and we all sat down.
“I spoke to Krystal‟s mother and she
mentioned that you were meeting her this evening?”
asked Detective Stone.
“Yes. I met her at Club Hideaway and the
shortly afterwards I gave her a ride to her car.”
“You dropped her off at her car?” asked the
woman. “Where was that?”
Trevor actually gave them the address but it
was obvious the detectives both knew where her car
had been parked.
“That‟s where you and
your gang hang out,
isn‟t it?” asked Detective Williams, nodding toward
Trevor‟s cut. “The Gold Vipers?”
“It‟s our clubhouse.”
“Excuse me, what did you say your name
was?” she asked, pulling out a small notepad.
“I didn‟t. It‟s Raptor,” he replied.
r?” She stared at him, a cool smile on
her face. “Could you give us your birth name? That
would make things so much easier.”
“Sure. It‟s Trevor Larson.”
She wrote it down. “And, what is your
relationship with Ms. Nikolas?”
“Why does it matter?” he asked, f
“We‟re investigating a woman‟s
disappearance, Mr. Larson. We need to know as
much we can about Krystal and the people in her life,
to help in this investigation. Obviously, Ms. Nikolas
and Krystal are friends. I imagine,” she looked at my
hat you and Ms. Nikolas are lovers?”
Embarrassed, I touched my hair, which felt
like it was in total disarray. I could only imagine my
appearance after what had just happened upstairs.
“We‟re halfway there,” replied Trevor with a
My cheeks t
Detective Williams smirked. “Well, we
apologize for interrupting your plans for the evening.
We only have a few questions for you and then you
can get back to whatever it was you were doing.”
“Right. I doubt will be doing anything after
news,” said Trevor, looking at me. “We need to
“Understandable. Now, have you met Krystal
before, Mr. Larson?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said. “I‟m tight with Krystal‟s old
man. He‟s my brother.”
“Your brother, as in your
“We may not be blood related, but he‟s my
brother in every important sense. I‟d take a fucking
knife for him,” he replied.
“I‟m sure you would,” she said, her smile fake.
“And he‟d probably do the same for you, I take it?”
“I would hope so,” said Trevor, s
“Kind of like you two, right? You‟d take a bullet for
The two detectives looked at each other, but
“Who reported Krystal missing?” I asked,
losing my patience.
“We‟ll get to that,” said Detective Stone,
his throat. “First off, Ms. Nikolas, could you
tell us what happened when you dropped her off at
I explained how we opened the gate and went
on to tell them how I‟d watched Krystal get in and
start her car. “Then, I left.”
“So, you left right aw
ay?” he asked.
He brushed a piece of lint from his slacks and
then looked at me again. “Did you see anyone else in
the parking lot?”
“No,” I said, feeling my chest tighten.
someone been hiding in the parking lot?
“You said she was
as she been
“That‟s what we‟re trying to find out,” replied
I looked at Trevor. “Oh, my God,” I said,
feeling my eyes fill with tears. “She‟s my best friend. I
don‟t know what I‟d do if something happened to
her,” I said, tr
ying not to cry.
He grabbed my hand. “I‟m sure Krystal will
be fine. If they don‟t find her, we will.” He looked at
Detective Stone. “Have you spoken to Tank?”
“Her boyfriend?” he said. “Yes. He said he
doesn‟t know anything.”
“I still don‟t understand wha
t‟s going on,” I
said, sniffling. I leaned over and grabbed a tissue from
the coffee table. “When I left her, she was in her car
and ready to leave. Could she have driven to
someone‟s house? Maybe she‟s just hanging out
somewhere. In fact, I‟ll try calling
her now,” I said,
“Her car is still at the clubhouse,” said
Detective Stone. “So is her purse and her cell phone.
The keys were in the ignition and the car was running
when we arrived at the scene.”
“But she wasn‟t there?” I asked, sitting ba
“No. The driver‟s side door was open and,”
Detective Stone looked at his partner and then back
at me, “it looks like she lost one of her shoes.”
I stared at him in horror. This was definitely
foul play. There was no doubt in my mind. “Oh God,
have to find her,” I said, now crying. “Please!”
Trevor put his arm around me. “She‟ll be
found, babe. I swear, we‟ll find her.”
“Hopefully one of us will find her in the next
four hours,” said Detective Stone. “That‟s
why we need to ask you some mo
“How did you hear about this?” asked Trevor.
“That she was missing? Did one of my crew call
“We‟re not sure who called in the tip,” said
Detective Williams. “All we know is that it was a
“What did she say?” asked Trevor. “Did
caller see who did it?”
“She wasn‟t sure, it was pretty dark, except for
one streetlight. She said she was driving by the
clubhouse and noticed a woman getting dragged into
a van by two men, both wearing masks,” said
Detective Williams. “The caller bec
when one of the men noticed her vehicle, so she sped
“Did she say if they wearing cuts or jackets
with club patches?” asked Trevor.
“She didn‟t say and unfortunately, we haven‟t
been able to trace her call,” said Detective Stone.
need to call Slammer or Tank. See if they
know what‟s going on,” said Trevor, more to himself.
“We‟ve spoken to Tank and his father. We
also spoke to everyone who was inside your
clubhouse at the time. Nobody seems to know
anything,” said the woman, lookin
“Which, I guess would make sense since the windows
are boarded up and nobody can see in or out.”
“Believe me, if Tank or any of my brothers
would have seen this shit go down, the fuckers would
be caught by now,” said Trevor.
“I don‟t get it,”
I said, looking at all of them.
“Why would two men in a van kidnap her? Especially
wearing masks? It‟s like it was planned or something.”
“It almost looks that way, doesn‟t it?” replied
Detective Stone, a strange smile on his face.
“What I don‟t get is wh
,” I said, dabbing
at my tears. “They didn‟t know what time we‟d be
getting back to the clubhouse. Unless they were
following me back there.” I suddenly thought of
Breaker. “Oh, my God!”
“What is it?” asked Trevor.
“That guy who has been harassing me,
Breaker! He was following me again tonight. Maybe
he had something to do with it!”
“Who is Breaker and why do you think he was
following you?” asked the woman, sitting up
“He‟s a sack of shit,” said Trevor, looking
angry. “Who has the hots for
Adriana. He followed
“I‟m going to kick the shit out of him when I
see the fucker,” he growled.
“Now, now, Mr. Larson. Violence only leads
to more trouble. If this guy is harassing her, she needs
to get the law involved,” said Detec
He stood up and began to pace. “The „law‟
won‟t protect her from a bastard like Breaker. He‟s
already been convicted of rape and I‟m not going to
wait for him to try and do it again, just so we can get
a fucking restraining order.”
n, Mr. Larson. If we‟re lucky, we‟ll
link him to Ms. Blake‟s disappearance and that will be
the end of him harassing Ms. Nikolas.”
He stopped and looked at me. “It‟s going to
be the end, no matter what, Kitten. I won‟t let him
scare you again.”
Look, I‟m going to ignore that threat because
you haven‟t yet broken the law. But, I do want to
remind you that should you attack this person, you
could be the one going to jail,” said Stone.
“I understand,” said Trevor, sitting back
down next to me. “And
you have to understand what
kind of guy we‟re dealing with.”
“Tell us about him,” said Williams.
“His real name is Thomas Kramer,” said
Trevor. “He‟s in the Devil‟s Rangers.”
The two detectives looked at each other and
then back toward us.
“This is inter
esting news,” said Stone. “Since
a man named Thomas Kramer was found dead about
three hours ago.”
My jaw dropped. “What?”
“He was shot and killed in his truck. What
time did you say that he was following you?” asked
I told her. “It was right befo
re I drove to Club
Hideaway. I was going to make him follow me to the
police station, but he turned at the last minute. I think
he must have known where I was headed and
changed his mind.”
“Do you own a gun, Ms. Nikolas?” asked
My eyes wid
ened. “What? No!”
“Of course she doesn‟t own a gun,” said
Trevor, looking pissed off.
“How about you, Mr. Larson. Do you own a
gun?” he asked him.
“Yes,” replied Trevor. “I also have a Carry
“What kind of gun do you own, Mr. Larson?”
“A Smith & Wesson, Thirty
“Where is your gun at the moment?” asked
Detective Williams, putting a hand on her holster.
“As you can see, I‟m unarmed,” said Trevor,
holding out his arms. “And, I‟m not a murderer, so
you can relax.”
We‟re not accusing you of that.” She looked
at me. “I‟m sorry, but we‟re going to have to bring
you in for further questioning.”
“What do you mean?” I cried, standing up. “I
haven‟t done anything wrong.”
“There‟s been a murder and a kidnapping
were the last person in contact with
both victims, Ms. Nikolas. We need to interview you
Frightened, I looked at Trevor. “Is this where
I say „Not without my lawyer present?‟”
“Do you have something to hide, Ms.
Nikolas? Because when someone brings up their
lawyer, it usually means they do,” said Stone,
“I‟ve got nothing to hide,” I said, glaring at
him. “And I don‟t appreciate you making me feel like
?” he repeated.
“Yes!” I c
ried. “Not only have I just found
out that my best friend was kidnapped, but I had this
monster following me around earlier, a man who
scared the hell out of me on purpose. Now, you‟re
looking at me like I‟m the guilty one around here?
That‟s a bunch of cr
Just then, the front door opened and my
mother walked in.
“What is going on in here?” she asked, staring
at all of us in surprise.
“Mom, Krystal‟s been kidnapped,” I said,
rushing over to her.
“Kidnapped?” she repeated, as I threw my
her. “By whom?”
“We don‟t know,” I said.
She patted me on the back. “Honey, I‟m so
sorry. That poor girl. Her mother must be worried
“I haven‟t talked to her yet, but I‟m sure she
“Ma‟am, my name is Detective Stone and this
is Detective William
s. Your daughter has agreed to
come down to the precinct for an interview. You‟re
welcome to join her.”
“Of course,” she said as I released her. “But, I
don‟t understand, why does she need to do this?”
I explained what had happened, starting off
er following me this morning.
“That‟s why you were acting so strange
today,” she said, looking upset. “This man was
harassing you? The man that‟s been killed?”
I nodded. “Yes and they think I might have
had something to do with it.”
Her face turned red. “O
f course you didn‟t,”
she said angrily. She looked at the couple. “My
daughter wouldn‟t hurt anyone! This monster was
obviously shot by someone else. How dare you even
accuse her of something like this!”
“We aren‟t accusing her,” said Stone. “We just
to interview her properly.”
“Why can‟t you do it here?” she asked.
“Adriana isn‟t under arrest, is she?”
“No, not at all. We‟d just like to record the
interview,” he replied. “And see if your daughter
might agree to a polygraph test.”
“I can‟t believe this
is happening,” I moaned,
staring at Trevor, who was very quiet.
“I‟m going to call our lawyer,” said Vanda,
taking out her cell phone. “Before you start agreeing
to anything, Adriana.”
“If she‟s innocent, she doesn‟t need a lawyer,”
said Williams. She lo
oked at me and sighed. “Look,
just come down, pass the test, give us a statement,
and you‟ll be on your way. That will be cheaper and a
lot easier than bringing in a lawyer.”
I sighed. “She‟s right,” I said, looking at my
mother. “I‟m innocent. I haven‟t d
wrong. I‟ll take the test and give them a recorded
statement. If it will get them off my back.”
“Are you sure?” she asked, looking
concerned. “I can call him. You remember Stanley
Bruebaker, don‟t you? He‟s the lawyer I used when
your father p
assed away. I‟m sure he can direct me to
a lawyer that will help us with something like this.”
“No, I don‟t remember him,” I said.
“Anyway, Mom, I haven‟t done anything wrong so it
would be silly for us to fork out money when we
don‟t need to.”
‟m sure you haven‟t committed any
crimes, either,” said Williams, digging into her wallet.
“This is really just nothing more than a formality.
Here‟s my card with the address to the precinct. We‟ll
meet you there?”
She turned to look at Trevor. “
I‟d like you
down there, too. For further questioning.”
“I‟ll be there,” he said, moving to my side. He
put his arm around my shoulders. “Now, who‟s going
to be searching for Krystal while you waste your time
“Don‟t worry, Mr. Larson, we have peo
searching for her,” she replied, smiling coolly.
“Tell me, Raptor, isn‟t it? Do you think
Krystal‟s disappearance could have anything to do
with Thomas Kramer‟s execution?” asked Detective
“Execution?” repeated Trevor. “Hmm… I
don‟t see it.”
ou don‟t think it might have been for some
kind of retaliation between the two of your…clubs?”
Trevor‟s expression was stoic. “No. We‟re all
“Even with Mr. Kramer harassing your
girlfriend?” asked Detective Williams.
He grunted. “Breaker
deserved an ass kicking
for that. But murder? That‟s extreme, even for us.”
“Well, someone sure felt he deserved it,” she
replied, studying his face closely.
“I‟m not saying he didn‟t deserve it,” said
Trevor. “He was the scum of the earth. A guy who
ed raping women. Now, some of those women
he assaulted can sleep better at night.”
“That was the monster who was following
you today, Adriana?” asked Vanda, her eyes wide. “A
Her eyes were stormy as she turned to the
. “When you actually do find out who killed
him, call me. I want to thank him personally.”
“For murder?” asked Detective Williams.
“For protecting my daughter and every other
girl who caught his eye,” she replied.
When the two
detectives left, Vanda turned to
me. “This is your fault,” she said, angrily. “If it wasn‟t
for you, none of this would have happened.”
Before I could respond, Adriana got between
us. “Mom! It‟s not his fault. He had nothing to do
in gangs,” she said, waving her
hand at my cut. “Obviously, they hung around each
other. Didn‟t I tell you if you hung around biker scum
that you‟re just looking for trouble?”
“Wait a second,” I said, now glaring back at
her. “You have no right to judge m
e or any of my
crew for that matter, and I think you owe me an
She snorted. “An apology? Right. What are
you even doing in my house?” she said and then
looked at Adriana. “Adriana, what‟s he doing here?
Didn‟t we talk about this earlier? You prom
weren‟t going to see him again.”
Clenching my jaw, I found myself hoping for
the first time ever that a woman I was interested
would grow a set of balls.
“I never said that,” she replied. “And he had
nothing to do with this. I met him through
“Who‟s been kidnapped, God forbid,” she
said, making the sign of the cross. “How does Krystal
even know any of these people?”
“She‟s seeing Tank,” replied Adriana. “Who is
in their club. The Gold Vipers.”
Her lips tightened. “And you wonder why this
happened? Didn‟t I tell you how dangerous these
“Ma‟am, I wouldn‟t let anything happen to
your daughter. You have my word,” I tried again,
hoping she‟d give me a break for Adriana‟s sake. I
could tell how much she loved her mother and I
ected that. I didn‟t like the shit spewing out of her
mouth, but I wasn‟t about to make a scene.
Her eyes burned into mine. “I don‟t care
word. It‟s the word of the people you hang
out with that I have a problem with.”
I clenched my jaw. “My
women. Most of them.”
“And was this guy, Breaker, one of your
“Fuck no. He wasn‟t part of our crew.”
“Charming vocabulary you have,” she scoffed.
“I never claimed to be a saint, Mrs. Nikolas.”
“Believe me, no one would never mis
for one,” she answered.
“Look, we don‟t have time to argue about this
right now, Mom. We need to get down to the
“I‟m coming with you,” she replied, picking
up her purse.
Adriana raised her hand in the air. “No,
actually, I p
refer that you stayed home.”
Vanda‟s face fell. “Why?”
She let out a frustrated sigh. “Because I don‟t
need to listen to you rail me about Trevor on the ride
Vanda looked at me, her eyes full of venom.
She turned back to Adriana and raised her
“Fine. I will drive separately.”
“You don‟t need to come,” said Adriana.
“Of course I do. Someone needs to be there
for support,” said Vanda.
“That someone is already going. Me,” I
“If you want to look out for my daughter,
you‟ll stay ou
t of her life,” she said firmly.
“I‟m sorry, Adriana, but you know how I feel
about bikers. I‟m not going to pretend I‟m happy to
find the both of you together in my house.”
“I thought this was my house, too,” said
Adriana, now looking almost as an
gry as me.
“Of course it is. But, you are my daughter and
I am just trying to protect you.”
I sighed. “I‟m going upstairs to get my
jacket,” I said, heading for the steps.
“What is his jacket doing in your bedroom?”
said Vanda shrilly.
Shaking my head, I w
ent into her bedroom
and grabbed my jacket. As I was turning around,
Adriana stepped into the room.
“I‟m sorry about my mother,” she said,
walking over to the mirror. She ran her fingers
through her hair. “She can be a real pain in the ass.”
I walked up be
hind her. “Yeah, well she‟s not
afraid to speak her mind. I‟ll give that to her.”
“She doesn‟t know you, though. So, don‟t let
it get to you.”
I grabbed her around the waist and smiled at
her in the mirror. “The only thing that gets to me,
Kitten, is you.”
I kissed the side of her head. “What a
nightmare, huh?” I whispered.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, I let her go.
“I wish I would have waited for her to pull
out of the parking lot,” she said, looking teary
again. “I feel
like it‟s my fault.”
“It‟s definitely not your fault, babe. Don‟t
even go there.” I reached inside my jacket for my
phone. “And, don‟t worry, I‟m sure Slammer and
Tank will get her back.”
She wiped a tear from under her lash. “What
do you think happened?”
I couldn‟t tell her about The Judge. She
wouldn‟t understand. But, I wasn‟t going to lie to her
either. “Personally? I think it was retaliation. I think
the Devil‟s Rangers believe we had something to do
with Breaker‟s murder and took her.”
“Did you?” she
I looked her in the eye. “I can honestly say
that none of us killed him.”
She let out a sigh of relief. “Okay.”
“Are you two coming?” asked Vanda,
standing in the doorway. She was glaring at me again.
“Yes,” said Adriana, grabbing a pair of sock
from her dresser.
I looked down and saw Adriana‟s dress still
lying on the floor next to her bra. When I raised my
eyes, I saw that Vanda had noticed it too, and was not
I couldn‟t help but to dig into her. “Looks like
a bomb went off in here,” I
Vanda‟s eyes narrowed. “I‟ll wait for you
outside,” she said, walking away from the bedroom.
I walked over to the doorway and leaned out.
“Since you‟re not riding with Adriana, you can
certainly ride with me.” I smiled evilly. I just cou
help myself. “I don‟t bite.”
She grunted. “Hah. I‟d rather walk.”
Man, she was brutal
. “You sure? Riding on the
back of a Harley might just put a smile on your face.”
“Nothing you could do for me would
a smile on my face,” she answered, heading down the
stairs. “Unless it has to do with leaving my daughter
When we reached the station, Trevor and I
were ushered into two separate rooms. I reiterated
everything that had happened the past two days, only
leaving out Jason and the fact that he‟d almost date
raped me. They recorded my statements with my
mother sitting next to me, holding my hand. When
she heard how I‟d met Breaker in Griffin‟s, she made
e sign of the cross and scolded me in front of the
detectives. It was embarrassing.
“I didn‟t want to go inside there either,” I told
her. “But, Krystal insisted.”
“Why did she insist?” asked Detective Stone.
“Because it was her birthday and she needed
talk to Tank.”
They began asking me questions about
Krystal and Tank‟s relationship.
“I don‟t know too much about it,” I said. “I
mean, they‟ve been dating but she mentioned
something tonight about breaking up with Tank.”
Stone suddenly perked up. “She di
was her reasoning?”
“To be honest, I think she was getting bored.
Krystal doesn‟t like to stick with one guy too long.
Plus, he‟s kind of bossy. At least, that‟s what she said.
I don‟t see him enough to know for certain.”
“You don‟t think she might
have tried to
break it off tonight and he became angry?” he asked.
“No. I mean, I guess I don‟t know. Um,
didn‟t you mention that the person who called it in
said she was taken by two men wearing masks?”
He nodded. “Yes, she did. But, we need to
ry angle. In case Tank is somehow
“To be honest, I can‟t imagine that he is,” I
replied. I could tell from the look in Tank‟s eyes that
he really cared for her.
“You just said you didn‟t know him very
well,” reminded Stone.
“I know, but…”
hangs out with a rough crowd,” said
Stone. “They certainly aren‟t choir boys.”
“Indeed,” said my mother, sniffing. “Those
bikers are all nothing but thugs.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh, for the love of God,
Mom. You don‟t know them so give it a rest.”
“I don‟t h
ave to know them. And neither do
Arguing with her was pointless. She was so
stubborn. Sighing, I turned back to Stone. “I just
can‟t see Tank doing something like that. She said
that most of the time he was like a big teddy bear
toward her.” I left o
ut the part of how she was afraid
to break it off with him. I just didn‟t believe Tank was
the kind of guy who‟d kidnap or hurt her.
“Yet, she wants to break up with him?” he
“Krystal gets bored. That‟s the way she is and
always has been. In high sch
ool, she used to have a
new boyfriend every month. So, wanting to break up
with him isn‟t a surprise. “
He began asking me about the Gold Vipers.
“Seriously, I don‟t know very much about
them,” I said. “I just met Trevor yesterday, through
Tank. All I know
is that they‟re a club and it‟s like one
“What‟s your relationship with Trevor?”
My mother‟s hand tightened on mine.
“We just met. I don‟t know, yet.”
“Can I give you some advice?” he said, staring
at me hard.
away from him and the rest of his gang.
We‟ve got records on almost everyone associated with
the Gold Vipers. Everything from narcotics to arson
to theft. You don‟t want to be involved with people
like that. They‟ll bring you down with them if you‟re
“What about Trevor?” asked my mother,
leaning forward. “Does he have a record?”
“No, surprisingly, he doesn‟t. That just
probably means he‟s good at keeping a low profile.
He knows how to play that game and not get caught.”
“Or, he‟s not playing a
ny game and he‟s just a
decent human being,” I countered, getting angry.
Stone smirked. “He comes from trash. His
father‟s in prison for drugs and his mother‟s been in
and out of jail most of her life. He‟s in a gang of
hoodlums, which is right, by the way
, Ms. Nikolas,”
he said, nodding toward my mother. “They are really
nothing but a bunch of thugs.”
“See,” she said, waving her finger at me. “I
I sighed. “Just because they are doesn‟t mean
“Defend him all you want, but ask yourself
why would he want to be associated with
people who continually break the law if he‟s such a
decent guy?” asked Stone.
“I don‟t know, maybe because he has nobody
else?” I mumbled, rubbing my forehead. “You know,
I thought we were here to talk about f
“We are,” he said, shuffling papers. “Which
Another officer walked through the doorway
and motioned for Stone. “We have some
“Oh. Good.” He smiled at us and stood up.
“I‟ll be right back.”
what that man said about this
gang,” said Vanda, after he left. “They are nothing but
“I know what he said, but Trevor is a good
“How do you know?” she said angrily. “You
keep defending someone you don‟t know, Adriana.”
you just do,” I replied
“You‟ve only known him for two days.”
“Yeah, so? It‟s not like we‟re getting married.”
“You may as well after what went on in your
bedroom,” she mumbled, looking at me out of the
corner of her eye.
I sighed. “So what? I‟m
one years old.
I‟m not a child.”
“I know, but
“Mom, you have to learn to trust me,” I said,
grabbing her hand. “I know Trevor is part of this
gang, but he‟s much more than that. I can feel it. I can
also feel that he would never do anything to h
“You‟ve just met. How do you really know?”
she asked, looking weary.
“I don‟t know. It‟s something in my gut, I
She sighed. “You‟re all I have, Adriana. If
anything happened to you, I… I don‟t know what I‟d
I squeezed her hand. “I
know, Mom. But, you
don‟t have to worry about me.”
worry about you,” she replied,
blinking back tears.
“I know, but learn to trust me. Okay?”
She let out ragged sigh. “I do trust you. It‟s
him I don‟t trust.”
“Try? For me?”
“I will try, but
if he hurts you, so help me…”
The door opened up and Stone walked in.
The look on his face was grave.
“What‟s going on?” I asked.
He sat down across from me. “I have some
My heart stopped. “What is it?”
Stone put his hand over mine. “We f
your friend, Krystal. She‟s been murdered.”
“What?!” I shrieked, pulling my hand away. I
covered my mouth. “She‟s been murdered?” I began
to cry. “No! This has to be a mistake!”
“Krystal‟s mother has already confirmed that
it‟s her,” he said. “I‟m so
“Where did they find her?” asked my mother,
who had her arm around me as I sobbed.
“She was found in the parking lot of Griffin‟s.
She was… rolled up in a blanket.”
“Oh, my God,” I cried, picturing it. “Those
“It gets worse. From what it
whoever left her there was sending a message. In
fact,” he sighed, “I probably shouldn‟t even tell you
this, but I want you to know what kind of people we
are dealing with.”
“Tell me what?” I said hoarsely, waiting for
him to continue.
ne carved the words „Revenge Is
Sweet‟ on her stomach,” he said, his eyes hardening.
“What does that mean?” asked my mother.
“I believe this was payback for Breaker‟s
murder. Look,” he said, pinning me with his eyes.
“This could have just as easily been
you. Hell, maybe
it was supposed to be, since Breaker was obviously
obsessed with you.”
“What?” cried my mother. “You think they
were trying to target Adriana and got Krystal,
“It‟s possible. There‟s obviously a war going
on between these two gan
gs and an innocent girl was
“That‟s it!” cried Vanda. “You are never
seeing that man again. Krystal is dead and I‟m not
losing you, Adriana. Promise me you won‟t see
Trevor again. Promise me!”
Stone handed me a box of tissues. “I‟d have
e with your mother. Especially now that there‟s
a murder investigation going on. You need to stay as
far away from this character as you can.”
The pain in my heart seemed unbearable as I
pictured Krystal‟s beautiful, smiling face. We‟d been
best friends fo
r so many years. Now she was gone,
and for what? Revenge?
Because of me?
“Fine… I promise,” I mumbled, wiping my
tears. “I won‟t go near any of them.”
“You‟re making a wise choice,” said Stone.
“You know that, don‟t you?”
The only thing I did know was
that my best
friend was dead… and nothing else mattered.
Krystal‟s funeral was two weeks later, after the
autopsy. It was revealed that she‟d been raped and
then strangled. Unfortunately, they didn‟t have
enough evidence to arrest
anyone, so the investigation
was still open.
Trevor and Tank both attended the funeral,
even though Krystal‟s mother had tried banning
anyone associated with the Gold Vipers. She blamed
them directly for her daughter‟s murder. When the
time came, however,
she allowed them to attend, too
stricken to care about anything else other than
the fact that she was burying her daughter.
When it was time for me to speak during the
eulogy, my eyes met Trevor‟s for a brief second. He
nodded, but I looked away, m
y heart heavy for
everything I‟d lost in the last two weeks.
“I met Krystal in the sixth grade,” I said,
reading from the piece of paper in front of me. I
knew the words by heart, but I couldn‟t look at
anyone. I knew I‟d start to cry. “I was new in school
and very nervous. After the teacher introduced me in
class, I went to go take a seat when a boy stuck out
his foot. I tripped, landing on my face, dropping my
books and everything else. Of course, everyone
laughed. Well, everyone but the teacher and Kryst
guess.” I smiled through my tears and went on. “She
beat him up after school that day. Actually punched
out one of his teeth, because of the way he‟d tried to
humiliate me. The funny thing was, they were going
Some people chuckled.
Krystal, though. She had a heart
and she‟d stick up for you, no matter what.” I
sniffled. “If you were her friend, you‟d be one for life.
If you were a guy in her life, well, you didn‟t want to
piss her off or you might have ended up with
“Anyway,” I looked up. “Although she‟s
gone, I know she‟s looking down at us today,
wondering if her hair was done right or they used the
right color of lipstick.” I smiled sadly and looked over
at Tiffany and Claudia. “Remember when she went
ough that phase of wearing blue lipstick? I still
don‟t know what that was about.”
They both nodded, smiling through their
I took a deep breath. “Anyway, Krystal, we‟re
going to miss seeing you laugh and smile, but we‟ll
always feel you in our hear
ts. Always. I love you and I
already miss you so very much,” I said, my voice
cracking. “I only wish I would have told you how
much when you were still alive.”
My eyes were blurred with tears and I couldn‟t
read the rest. Wiping my face with the back of my
hand, I picked up my sheet of paper and hurried away
from the podium.
“You did good, honey,” whispered my mom
as I sat down next to her. “I‟m sure Krystal thought
I didn‟t say anything, I was too choked up.
When the funeral was over, we all dro
the cemetery, where she was laid to rest. As I put a
rose on her coffin, I looked up to find Trevor
standing on the other side, watching me. I had to
admit, he looked incredibly handsome, especially in
the dark suit he was wearing.
I quickly looked
“I have to get back to the shop,” said Vanda,
as we walked back to the car with Jim, who‟d also
attended the funeral. They‟d already been on a couple
more dates, and were becoming very close. I could tell
by the way that she looked at him.
drive you,” he said. “That way, Adriana
can go to the reception.”
“Thanks,” she said, digging into her purse.
“Here are the keys. Are you okay to drive?”
“Yes. Of course.”
She looked past me and her eyes hardened. “I
still can‟t believe those two had the a
udacity to show
I turned around to see Trevor and Tank
walking toward their motorcycles. Tank‟s expression
was unreadable now, but I had seen tears in his eyes
when they lowered her casket. He‟d definitely had
feelings for her.
“I can‟t believe they‟r
e riding bikes in this
weather,” said Jim. “It must be forty degrees. That‟s
got to be cold.”
“He didn‟t try talking to you, did he?” she
asked as we reached the two cars, which were parked
next to each other.
“No,” I said. He‟d been respectfu
l to my
wishes, even though he hadn‟t understood them.
“So, that‟s it? You don‟t want to see me again?” he‟d
said, after I‟d given him the news.
can‟t see you again.”
“Because of what happened.
Krystal is dead. DEAD
I can‟t get caught up i
n that kind of… world.”
“You know I‟d never put you in any kind of danger.”
our entire world is „
. Whether you
want to admit it or not.”
“I‟m not ready to let you go,” he‟d said, his eyes
burning into mine. “You‟ve gotten under my skin. Yo
u‟re all I
“You know what I‟m thinking about? My best friend.
and why? Because of some senseless gang warfare
want any part of
, either. I don‟t want to be next
don‟t want to die.
You aren‟t going to die.
you be certain
“I won‟t let them near you
“That‟s a gallant thought
but you can‟t protect me
every hour of the day.”
“They‟re going to pay for what they did and then, I
promise, you won‟t have to worry about it.”
“See, that‟s exactly what I do have
to worry about.
Retaliation. First them and then you. It‟s going to go on and
on. I just want to live my life without
having to worry about
getting kidnapped or shot, Trevor. Don‟t you understand?”
“Trevor, please… respect my wishes and… stay a
“That‟s just it. I don‟t know if I can do that.”
“You have to try. If you‟re not even willing, then
you‟re not the man I thought you were.”
He‟d finally relented, even though it had been
hard for both of us. I knew I
wasn‟t in love with him,
but there was something between us. Something
She nodded. “Good. I‟m glad.”
I sighed. “I‟ll see you tonight.”
“Be careful. Don‟t drink and drive.”
“Yes, mother,” I said, my voice hollow.
“Don‟t drink too much and drive,” c
Jim, smiling. “One glass of wine won‟t hurt.”
I winked at him and got into the car.
Mom waved at me as she slid into Jim‟s car.
Stealing another glance across the parking lot
at Trevor, I tried ignoring the pangs in my chest. I
wasn‟t a fool. I k
new that I longed to be with him,
even after everything that had happened. Feel his
arms around me. But, it was over and both of us had
to accept it.
I started the engine and drove to the
The reception was held at
a local bar. As I
walked toward the entrance, I ran into Detective
Stone. I‟d seen both him and Detective Williams at
the funeral, but was surprised to see him at the
“Hello, Adriana,” he said, holding the door
“Detective Stone. I didn‟
t know you were
going to be here.”
“Please, call me Jeremy.”
I smiled. “Sure.”
“I wanted to pay my respects,” he said,
walking behind me. “How have you been holding
I glanced at him over my shoulder. “It‟s been
“I can only imagine.”
“How is the case going?” I asked as he moved
next to me.
“Can‟t you find any DNA or fiber matches to
convict any of the Devil‟s Rangers?”
He grinned. “You‟ve been watching CSI?”
“Of course,” I said, smiling sheepishly.
“Well, they‟re still working
on it. That‟s all I
can really say,” he said as we entered the area that was
reserved for the reception. I noticed Tiffany, Monica,
and Amber were already there, ordering drinks.
“Thanks for coming,” said Krystal‟s mother,
Bonnie, who looked like she was
about ready to start
crying all over again. “Both of you.”
“Of course,” I said, hugging her.
“You, too, Detective. Have you found the
people who‟ve done this yet?”
“Please, just call me Jeremy. We‟re still
working on it. You‟ll be the first to know if we
“I‟m counting on it,” she said, blowing her
“Hi, Adriana,” said Tiffany, walking over with
two glasses. “Here, I bought you a rum and Coke.
Figured you‟d need it after giving that speech. You
did great, by the way. I was bawling my eyes
“Thanks, Tiff. I missed the last part of it,” I
said, taking the drink from her. “I was too choked up
“How could you not be? At least you had the
balls to get up there. I‟m sure Krystal was proud of
“I hope so,” I said, ge
tting choked up again
“And, who is this?” she asked, smiling up at
I was going to introduce him as Detective
Stone, when he jumped in.
“Who me? I‟m Jeremy Stone,” he said,
“Are you two…?” she asked, pointing to both
said quickly, realizing what she meant.
“We‟re not dating.”
She smiled at Jeremy. “I wasn‟t sure. You‟re
not wearing a ring and I‟ve never seen you before. I
my God, she‟s interested in him,
I thought, not
sure if I should be a
mused or horrified.
“Nope. No ring,” he said, holding up his left
hand. “Not anymore, at least.”
“Oh, were you married before?” she asked.
“Engaged. I guess you could say it fell
“Well, you know what they say
if it‟s not
meant to be, it‟s not
meant to be,” said Tiffany, taking
a drink of her Screwdriver. “You‟ll probably find
someone much better.”
It was then that I realized he was actually a
very nice looking man. I hadn‟t thought much about
it before, but I could see why Tiffany was intereste
He was tall, with brown hair, caramel colored eyes,
and a goatee. I pegged him to be in his late twenties
and he obviously kept in very good shape.
“How did you know Krystal?” she asked.
As he began explaining, I glanced over to the
bar and noticed th
at Trevor was standing next to it,
ordering a beer. My stomach knotted up.
What was he doing here?
“Excuse me,” I said, moving around my
friends and toward him. When I reached the bar,
Trevor turned to me, smiling.
“What are you doing here?” I said in a n
“Well, hello to you, too,” he said, the smile
I looked around. “Is Tank here, too?”
“No. He‟s taking it pretty hard. He just
wanted to be alone.”
I stared at him for a few seconds, my foot
tapping anxiously. I had to admit th
at he looked so
handsome that I wanted to jump his bones again. But,
I was more pissed than horny. “You shouldn‟t be
here, you know.”
He frowned. “Why? I knew her too, you
know. I‟m just here to pay my respects.”
“You did that at the cemetery.”
and shook his head.
“What?‟ I asked.
“Why are you being such a bitch?” he said
“Excuse me?” I said, shocked.
“You heard me.”
My eyes narrowed. “Maybe because you bring
that out in me.”
“Why? I haven‟t done anything to you,” he
said, taking a drink
of his beer.
“You‟re here, Trevor.”
“Yeah? Why is that a problem?”
I lowered my voice. “I thought you were
going to stay away?”
He laughed coldly. “Oh, I see. You think this
is about you. Well, Kitten, it‟s not. This is about
paying my respects to Krystal
, who I was friends with
too, believe it or not.”
“Really?” I snapped. “You‟re not here for
“No, I‟m not. And,” he sneered, “in case you
approached me, I didn‟t
I clenched my jaw. I was so angry. I wanted
slap the asshole grin right off of his face.
“So, feel free to unapproach me,” he said,
Trying not to make a scene, I turned around
and walked back over to the others.
“Isn‟t that Trevor Larson?” asked Jeremy.
“Yes,” I said, taking a
drink of my cocktail.
“Yes, it is.”
“Is everything okay?” he asked, leaning closer
I looked over at Trevor, who now was staring
at Jeremy, looking pissed.
“It‟s fine,” I said, looking away.
“Adriana, we‟re going across the street to
Gibby‟s later. You
want to join us?” asked Tiffany.
“I don‟t think so,” I said, staring down at my
“Come on,” she said. “Just for a couple of
drinks and some dancing. You know that‟s what
Krystal would have wanted. To see us together and
having fun. This will be ou
r big send
off, for her.”
“I don‟t know…”
“Come on, I‟ll even drive you home,” she
said. “If that‟s what you‟re worried about.”
“Right, you drive? You‟d better quit drinking
now,” I said, smirking.
“Tell you what,” said Jeremy. “I‟ll drive all
four of you
home, if you want. I don‟t work
tomorrow and I have nothing better to do.”
“You would?” squealed Tiffany. She grabbed
his arm. “Thank you
I sighed. “You don‟t have to do this.”
“I know. But, I want to,” he said. “Like
Tiffany said, this will be y
our tribute to Krystal. You
may as well have fun.”
I saw the way he kept glancing at Tiffany and
wondered if he was doing it for other reasons as well.
“Well, I‟m game then,” I said, still watching
Trevor from the corner of my eye. He was talking to
al‟s mother, now, and she was smiling at him.
“I‟m going to grab a soda, does anyone need
anything?” asked Jeremy.
“No, I think we‟re all good,” said Monica,
holding up her drink.
“So, who is this Trevor Larson?” whispered
Tiffany as Jeremy walked away. “H
“Somebody you want to stay away from,” I
said, taking another drink.
“Are you sure?” she said, licking her lips. “I
wouldn‟t mind inviting him over to Gibby‟s with us.
Something tells me he knows how to move those hips
like a boss.”
An image of T
revor moving his hips between
mine flashed through my brain and I felt a quiver
down below. Forcing those intimate thoughts away, I
cleared my throat. “That‟s Raptor,” I said. “He‟s part
of the Gold Vipers.”
“Raptor, the biker?” she said. “Oh, yeah.
you and he…?”
“Almost,” I said, turning to her. “Why are you
asking about him when you have your eye on
She grinned. “He‟s cute, too. But, he‟s too
serious. The only kind of serious I want tonight, is a
seriously good fuck.”
“Is that all you ever
think about?” asked
Monica, shaking her head. “I mean, we‟re at a
“This isn‟t the funeral. It‟s the celebration of
our friend‟s life. We‟re supposed to remember her
with fondness and have fun. That‟s what she would
have wanted,” said Tiffany.
he‟s right,” said Amber, who was texting on
her phone. “Although, I can‟t believe you‟re already
thinking about who you‟re going to have sex with
tonight. It‟s not even seven o‟clock.”
“I like planning ahead,” she said, taking a
drink of her cocktail.
k at you, Amber. You‟re probably setting
up a booty call yourself right now,” said Monica.
“This is different. It‟s Paul. My fiancé,” she
replied. “Sex is a given.”
“Why isn‟t he here?” I asked.
She shrugged. “He‟s working. Like usual.”
“Are you still goin
g to Gibby‟s?” I asked.
She nodded and put her phone away. “Yeah,
for a little while. I‟m not going to drink much,
“What about you?” I asked Monica.
“My mom is babysitting. I‟m definitely going
out and partying my ass off tonight. Especially, if h
Jeremy returned with a soda.
“So, what‟s it like being a detective?” asked
Tiffany, sidling up to him again.
He began talking about his job and I listened
with one ear, while keeping my eye on Trevor, who
seemed to be in the middle of a conv
Tiffany‟s aunt, Jenna, who was a beauty consultant for
a popular makeup company. Jenna, who Tiffany had
always referred to as a „cougar‟, was definitely
intrigued with whatever they were discussing.
“That‟s fascinating,” said Tiffany, who wa
also hanging on to every word Jeremy was saying.
“What made you want to get into law enforcement?”
I didn‟t hear his response because Jenna was
laughing at something Trevor had said. It started a
fire in my stomach. An angry, jealous one.
I finished my
rum and Coke. “Anyone else
need another drink?” I asked.
“Sure,” said Tiffany, holding up her glass,
which was almost empty. “You know what I like.”
“Yeah, me too,” said Monica. “I‟ll take a
I walked to the bar and ordered the drinks. As
waited, Jenna walked away from Trevor and up to
the bar. I had to admit, with her long blonde hair,
flawless skin, and lithe figure, she didn‟t look
anywhere near thirty
eight. She looked like a twenty
something Pamela Anderson double.
“Hi, Adriana,” she
said, smiling at me
somberly. “How are you holding up, kiddo?”
I shrugged. “I‟m okay. What about you?”
“It‟s been tough. Really tough. Bonnie is
barely holding on. She blames herself for not being a
better mother to Krystal.”
“That‟s not what killed her,”
I said, although I
knew Bonnie hadn‟t been the best parent. Krystal had
gotten away with murder.
“No, but if she would have been a stricter
parent when she was growing up, things might have
been different.” She shook her head. “Bonnie let that
girl get aw
ay with too much.”
“Yeah, but that doesn‟t mean she wouldn‟t
have been where she was that night.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. Guess, we‟ll never
She sighed and looked over at Trevor.
“You know that guy?” I asked, nodding
“No, but I‟d love to, you know
what I mean?”
I certainly did.
“He‟s a biker,” I said.
“I know. We were talking about it. I told him
that I just bought a Harley Switchback and he was
“I bet. I didn‟t know you were into bikes,” I
said trying to s
tifle the green monster growing inside
of me. Deep down, I knew there was no reason for
me to be jealous. I had no claim on Trevor and she
was a very nice woman. If they got together, that was
none of my business.
boyfriend got me interested.”
happened to him?”
She sighed. “Found out he was married.”
“You didn‟t know?”
“Well,” she smiled. “I did. He said they were
getting divorced, so I thought they were separated.
Come to find out, they really weren‟t either.”
The bartender set my drinks down
. “Here‟s a
tray. I doubt you can carry all four drinks by
“You‟re right. Thanks,” I said, handing her
“It‟s an open bar,” said the woman. “For
another hour, at least.”
“Oh, well, here‟s a tip,” I said, handing her a
couple of dollars
“Thanks, hon.” She turned to Jenna. “What
can I get for you?”
“I‟ll take two Michelobs. One for me and one
for that tall drink of water, over there,” she said,
turning to smile at Trevor, who I noticed was
Feeling angry again, I looked away.
Jenna turned back to me and sighed. “You
must think I‟m a horrible aunt.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
She smiled grimly. “Because my mind is in the
gutter at my niece‟s funeral.”
“People cope with things differently,” I said, a
little guilty of it myself
She put her arm around me. “I agree. In fact,
I‟ve always coped with grief by turning to intimacy.
The touch of another can sometimes ease the pain of
loss. It‟s also a good reminder that we‟re still alive and
that every second matters, because you neve
when your time is up.”
“I guess… that makes sense to me.”
“To me it does. That‟s why I don‟t feel guilty
about setting my sights on Raptor tonight.” She
winked. “Something tells me he just might be my
“And you know that after just talkin
g to him
for a few minutes?”
She grinned wickedly. “To be honest, I don‟t
care what comes out of his mouth. It‟s what goes into
his mouth later that interests me. Thanks, doll,” she
said to the bartender, who set two beers down in
front of us. She handed
her a five. “That‟s for you.”
“Thanks,” said the bartender, shoving it into
her front pocket. She leaned forward. “And good luck
with that young man. I wouldn‟t mind going home
with him myself tonight.”
Jenna laughed. “You‟d better get in line,” she
ed before walking back toward Trevor.
Sighing, I picked up the tray of drinks and
went the other way.
I watched Adriana and Jenna talking at the
bar, and had to hide my grin. Adriana looked like she
was ready to spit bullets whenever she looked at me.
“Oh, she‟s pissed,” whispered Jenna, close to
my ear when she returned with our beers.
Jenna and I went w
ay back. She‟d dated
Slammer five years ago and we‟d always gotten along.
When she‟d learned what had happened to her niece,
she‟d rushed down to Griffin‟s and I‟d told her
everything, including what had happened between me
“Why?” I asked. “Be
cause I‟m still here?”
“Because, I‟m making her jealous.”
“Yes,” she said, snuggling up to me.
“I don‟t think that‟s a good idea.”
“Are you kidding? She‟s going to realize how
much she wants you and believe me, you‟re going to
be thanking me lat
My eyebrow arched. “Really? Because when
men get jealous, it doesn‟t usually work that way.
They get pissed and leave.”
“No, you don‟t,” she said. “In fact, I‟m pretty
sure if you saw a guy hitting on Adriana, you‟d want
to beat the shit out of him.”
“Look, there‟s nothing between us. Not
anymore,” I said, not believing my own words. The
truth was, I wanted her more than ever. When I‟d
seen her at the funeral, wearing another black dress
and the same sapphire necklace, it had reminded me
of that night
in her bedroom. Then I‟d pictured her
straddling my face while I was looking up at her
gorgeous body, and I knew I was going straight to
Hell. Especially knowing that I had to have been the
only asshole in church sporting wood.
“I don‟t believe that for
one second and either
I shrugged. “Believe what you want.”
Jenna frowned. “Why is the cop here? They
walked in together. Did you see that?”
“Yeah, but they didn‟t arrive here together.”
“It looks like Tiffany has her eye on him,
cute.” She waved at Tiffany, who waved
I took another swig of beer.
“So, what are you going to do?”
“Finish this and leave.”
She tilted her head. “Don‟t you want to try
and win her back?”
“I never had her to begin with. If I did, she
wouldn‟t have g
iven up so easily.”
Jenna sighed. “I‟ve met Vanda. She‟s not an
easy woman to stand up to.”
“Adriana is twenty
one. She‟s an adult.”
“She may look like an adult, but nobody has
given her the chance to act like one.”
I smirked. “I tried. Believe me, I did.”
“I‟m sure you did. But, I think you need to try
“What do you propose I do? Show up at her
house? Serenade her? I do that and I‟ll just get my ass
“No. That‟s a waste of time. You need to act
tonight. While she‟s got that fire burning
in her belly.”
“How do you know she‟s got a fire burning in
“By the way she keeps stealing glances over
here. The girl still has it bad for you, Raptor. She
doesn‟t know whether to slap or kiss you.”
“Hmm… Well, what do you suggest I do?”
time Jenna was the one smiling wickedly.
“Nothing. Let me take care of it.”
An hour later, Tiffany announced that it was
time to go across the street to Gibby‟s.
“Okay,” I said. “It‟s getting really crowded in
“It‟s going to be more crowded at Gibby‟s,”
warned Jeremy, who‟d opened his tie and now
seemed very relaxed.
“But at least we can dance,” I said, feeling
absolutely no pain. I‟d just finished my third drink
and even Trevor‟s presence wasn‟t bothe
anymore. Well, not as much. After the second drink, I
kept telling myself that if those two hooked up, then
good riddance. After my third drink, I‟d decided that
I needed to rethink my own rule of hooking up.
Possibly find a guy who might make me f
about Trevor. Someone tall, dark, and very well
“I want to dance, too. Let‟s go and say
goodbye to Bonnie and go over there,” said Monica,
grabbing me and Amber by the arms. Just like me, she
was also feeling quite good.
“Thanks for comi
ng,” said Bonnie, hugging
each of us when we found her.
“Of course and, we‟re so sorry for your loss,”
said Tiffany, smiling sadly. “And ours. We‟re losing a
great friend. One of the best. We‟re sure going to
miss that girl.”
Bonnie‟s lips trembled. “Me, t
squeaked. “Me, too.”
“I‟m sorry my mother couldn‟t make it,” I
said when she hugged me. “She‟s going to call you
“She made it to the funeral. That‟s enough.
Plus, she‟s been there for me these last couple of
weeks. Bringing me food, cal
ling everyone. I don‟t
know how I can thank her enough.”
“You don‟t have to,” I told Bonnie. “She
wanted to help.”
She nodded. “Well, I appreciate it.”
“I‟m sorry for your loss, Ms. Blake,” said
Jeremy, shaking her hand.
“Just find them,” she said. “Please
. Find the
people who did this and put them away.”
“Believe me, I‟ll do my best.”
“Are you leaving?” asked Jenna, coming up
“We‟re going across the street,” said Monica.
“To Gibby‟s. You want to join us?”
“Let me ask my new friend,” she said, h
blue eyes sparkling. “Something tells me he‟ll want to
go dancing, too.”
“You mean Trevor?” I said, looking around.
“Did he leave?”
“No, he‟s using the bathroom,” she said,
smiling. “I didn‟t realize you knew his real name.”
“Lucky guess,” I said, forc
ing a smile. He‟d
obviously told her his real name, too. I looked at
Tiffany. “Let‟s go. I‟m getting really warm in here.”
“Okay,” she said, waving to Jenna and
Bonnie. “Have a good night.”
“You too,” said Bonnie. “Drive safely.”
“Jeremy is driving all of
us home,” Tiffany
said, sliding her arm through his. “Aren‟t you?”
Jeremy smiled. “Yep. That I am. I don‟t know
what I‟m getting myself into, but it‟s too late to back
out now, right?”
“You‟re damn right,” said Tiffany, snuggling
up to him. “You‟re going t
o have fun, though. We‟ll
make sure of it. Right, ladies?”
“You bet,” said Monica. “Ready, Adriana?”
I saw Trevor walk out of the bathroom and
head toward us, or rather, Jenna. I quickly turned
around and started for the exit. “I‟m more than ready.
, I‟ll meet you over there.”
Gibby‟s was jam
packed when we walked in.
Apparently, it was Ladies Night, and all shots were
“Let‟s dance and
drink,” said Tiffany,
pulling me and Jeremy toward the large dance floor,
while Monica and Amber used the bathroom. He‟d
left his jacket and tie in the car and now looked more
like a regular guy just out to have fun. “Do you like
Hip Hop music, Jeremy?” s
he cried, over the loud
“Not really,” he hollered back. “But, I‟m
willing to try.”
“What kind of music do you like?” I asked.
Roll. Jazz. Country. Anything but…
“That‟s too bad,” said Tiffany, rolling her hips
with the music. “Beca
Hip Hop. It makes me
His eyes widened and then he laughed.
“Maybe I haven‟t given Hip Hop enough of a
She moved closer to him, until they were
forehead. “Relax and move your hips,” she
said, putting her hands on his
waist. “I‟ll help you
learn how to like it.”
“I‟m sure you will,” he said, putting his hands
around her hips.
She gave him a sexy laugh.
I suddenly felt like a third wheel. I backed
away from the dance floor and then took off toward
the bar. When I saw Tr
evor and Jenna waiting in line
for a drink, I stopped dead in my tracks.
They were so beautiful together. Both blond
and dazzling under the strobe lights.
Trevor had taken his hair out of the ponytail,
and his jacket and tie were gone. He reminded
a sexy rock star standing there with his supermodel
girlfriend on his arm. I suddenly felt very dowdy in
my black dress. Jenna was also wearing a black dress,
but hers emphasized her breasts while mine were
drowning in fabric.
“Oh, hey,” she said, no
ticing me. She slipped
her arms through Trevor‟s and grinned. “Hope you
don‟t mind that we followed you over here?”
“That‟s okay,” I said, minding very much. I
forced a smile. “It‟s a great place to… unwind.”
“Definitely,” said Jenna. She reached up and
buttoned two of Trevor‟s buttons, exposing his tan
chest. “In fact, I think it‟s time for this hunk of
yumminess to unwind.” She slipped her fingers under
his dark blue shirt and looked at me. “I don‟t know
what it is but I just can‟t seem to keep my hands
“Nobody seems to be stopping you, either,” I
said, gritting my teeth.
Just then the music slowed to a sexy beat and
Jenna sucked in her breath. “I love this song. Forget
the drinks. Come on, dance with me.”
Trevor‟s eyes met mine.
I scowled and looked away.
“Come on,” she said, pulling his arm. “Let‟s
go and have some fun.”
I didn‟t hear his reply, but I watched her drag
his ass to the dance floor without any resistance.
Then she slipped her arms around his neck and pulled
him so c
lose that I couldn‟t stand to watch them
Seething, I made my way over to the bar and
bought myself a shot of peach schnapps.
To you, Krystal
, I thought, slamming it down.
“Would you like another one?” asked the
bartender, a heavyset guy wearing
“Yes. One more,” I said, sliding the shot gas
back to him.
“What is that?” asked the guy standing next to
I looked at him. He had soft brown eyes and a
boyish smile. “It‟s just peach schnapps.”
He grimaced. “Oh, not that.”
I smiled. “What‟s
wrong with it? Too girly?”
He chuckled. “No, I used to love the taste,
before I spent an entire weekend puking my guts out
after drinking a bottle. Watch out for that stuff, it‟ll
kick you in the ass later.”
“Thanks for the advice,” I said, as the
er slid another shot toward me. “I doubt I‟ll
drink an entire bottle, but I‟ll keep it in mind.”
“Now, tequila… that‟s what you should be
drinking. Are you driving tonight, or is your
boyfriend?” he asked.
“I‟m not driving and I don‟t have a
smiled and straightened up. “Well, in that
case, how about we both have a shot together? My
I slammed the second shot of peach schnapps
and set it on the bar. “How about… we dance?” I
said, licking my lips. “Then you can buy me a shot.”
grew wider. He set his beer down
on the bar. “Watch this for me, will you, Hank?”
“Sure thing,” said the bartender.
“And put her other two shots on my tab.”
I grinned. “Well, thank you… what was your
I held out my hand. “I‟m Adriana.”
retty name,” he said, shaking it. “And well
I giggled, the peach schnapps warming my
tummy and everything else.
“Just to warn you, I‟m not the best dancer,”
he said, following me out to the dance floor.
“It‟s okay,” I said, turning to him. “I
judge if you won‟t.”
He slid his arms around my waist. “If I said
I‟ve already judged you to be the prettiest girl in this
bar, would you laugh in my face?”
I was about to do just that when I noticed
Trevor staring at me from across the dance floor.
“Not at all,” I said, noting that Jenna was
standing in front of him, grinding her ass against his
crotch. Obviously, he wasn‟t angry about that and he
certainly wasn‟t stopping her from doing it, either.
Clenching my jaw, I slid my arms
up to Dan‟s neck
and forced myself to smile. “You have gorgeous eyes.
Has anyone ever told you that?”
He grinned. “Thank you.”
I stole another glance over Dan‟s shoulder at
Trevor, and almost choked. He was storming toward
us, like an angry bull.
ed him as well. “Can I help you?”
he asked, letting me go.
“I‟m cutting in,” said Trevor. He grabbed my
“Stop it,” I hissed. “Go back to Jenna.”
her,” he said, his eyes burning
“Right. I think you only want what you can‟t
He looked like I‟d slapped him. “Fuck you.”
“No, fuck you!” I snapped, pulling my arm
“You‟re drunk,” he said, his voice harsh and
I raised my chin. “I‟m not drunk. I‟m…
having fun. I‟m also reconsidering my rule about one
Dan‟s face lit up.
Trevor grabbed my arm again, his fingers
gripping me hard. “I‟m taking you home before you
do something stupid.”
“Excuse me… do you two know each other?”
“What gave you that idea?” said Trevor with a
sneer. “Back off, genius.
yours,” I said, pulling away again.
“Would you stop playing games, Adriana?”
“I‟m not the one playing them.”
“What‟s going on over here?” said Jeremy,
suddenly at my side.
“Nothing,” I said, backing away. “Nothing is
on, what the hell kind of shit are you
starting now?” snarled Jeremy, getting into his face.
“Fuck you, Stone.”
“You need to leave,” ordered Jeremy, as I
turned and headed toward the exit.
“Adriana!” hollered Trevor, over the music.
Adriana ran out of the bar, I attempted to
follow her when that fuck
nut, Stone, got in my way.
“Leave her be,” he said.
“Why don‟t you mind your own fucking
business?” I said, glaring at him.
He clenched his jaw. “She doesn‟t want to see
Then she can tell me that. Not you.”
“Enough,” said Jenna, getting between us. She
turned to me. “Go find her. From the look in her
eyes, she wants really you to.”
It certainly didn‟t look that way to me. But I
knew women were complicated and I trusted Jen
I turned around and raced out of the bar,
ready to pummel Stone if he tried stopping me. When
I reached the parking lot, it was dark, but I could see
Adriana running across the street to the other parking
lot. Swearing, I ran after her.
iana!‟ I hollered, as she unlocked the
door to her car.
“Leave me alone!” she yelled, getting into it.
She slammed the door shut.
I reached the car and began hollering at her.
“You shouldn‟t be driving! You‟ve had too much to
She flipped me off.
tone‟s going to arrest you!” I shouted at the
window. “You‟ll get a DWI!”
That brought her to her senses. She scowled
and turned off the engine.
“Come on. I‟ll drive you home,” I said loudly.
She opened the car door and got out. “No,
you won‟t,” she said,
locking it. “I‟ll get a ride from
“Fuck that,” I said. “He‟s not giving you a
ride home. I am.”
“The hell you are,” she said, shivering.
“Where‟s your jacket?”
She nodded to her car.
“Give me your keys,” I demanded, holding
out my hand. “I‟ll give
you a ride home.”
Before she could respond, I grabbed them
from her. “Get in the car, or I swear to God, I‟ll pick
you up and throw you inside myself. You know I‟ll do
She groaned angrily. “Fine. You want to drive
me home? Then drive me home. I don‟t fucking
care,” she said, storming over to the passenger side of
I watched her get in and then I got in.
“Put your seatbelt on.”
She snapped it on angrily.
d the engine and we began to drive.
“So, you‟re not going to say anything?” I said
after a few minutes of silence.
“I‟ve got nothing to say to you,” she said,
putting her coat on.
“Why are you so pissed off?”
She didn‟t reply.
Sighing, I turned on the radi
requests?” I grunted. “A ballad, perhaps. You seem to
like dancing to those. Especially with dipshit
She laughed coldly. “You should talk. Oh,
that‟s right. You two weren‟t dancing. You were
having dry sex.”
I snorted. “Dry sex?”
“What in the hell is that?”
“Dirty fucking dancing.”
“Did you see me dancing?”
“No, but I saw Jenna shoving her ass against
you, and you seemed to be enjoying it.”
“How do you know I was enjoying it?”
She rolled her eyes. “You certainly weren‟t
“I wasn‟t even paying attention to Jenna. I
had my mind on other things,” I said, taking a detour.
I‟d closed my eyes for a few minutes but
opened them when I noticed that we were driving
down a bumpy, gravel road, surrounded by trees.
“Where are we going?” I asked, sitting up
He ignored me.
The road ended near a lake and he turned
an empty parking lot. There was a sign that read:
“Prairie Lake Boat Launch, Private Property.”
“What are we doing here?” I asked, not
He parked the car, rolled down the windows,
and then flipped through the radio channels until he
located a so
ng he seemed to like. It was an older tune
by Nickelback, “Savin‟ Me.”
“What in the hell are you doing?” I said,
watching him get out.
He came around and opened up my door.
“Let‟s go,” he said, holding out his hand.
I glared up at him. “No. This isn‟t fun
want you to take me
e grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the
“What the hell, Trevor?” I said, as he put his
around me and started dancing.
“I need you to explain something.”
“What?” I said, feeling my stomach heat up a
his hands slid
slowly over hips
. I knew I shouldn‟t be
letting him do it, but I couldn‟t help myself. As angry
as I was, I
knew that I
still wanted him.
“Explain what this
is,” he whispered
against my neck, the warmth of his breath on my skin
almost killing me.
I wasn‟t sure that it was even a
real term, it had just popped into my head.
know what it is.”
He pulled my hips
against his. I could feel his
hardness pressing against my stomach
what I prefer? W
sex,” he whispered, dragging
his lips across my neck, stopping at my ear. “My cock
prefers it too,” he said, nipping my ear lobe.
I closed my eyes.
He slid one of his han
ds up to my breast and
began tracing a ring around my nipple with his
ed myself for wearing such a thin bra.
“What about you, Kitten? Do
n‟t you like it deep…
“Yes,” I said breathlessly.
He pinched the nub through the fabric. “Y
ecause your nipple could cut glass right
I moaned as he pinche
d it harder and then
moved to the other one.
“Mm… What do you know, this one‟s cold,
too,” Trevor said in a husky voice. He unbuttoned the
of my dress
and slid his hand into my
“Let me help you warm up,” he said, bending his face
down. He p
ushed the material aside and took my
nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around
the nub and then sucked, sending a shiver of pleasure
all the way down to my clit.
Moaning, I moved my hand to his pants and
touched his penis, desperate to feel it in
side of me. I
was so turned on
that I didn‟t care about the
consequences. I needed this man to fuck me.
“Uh, uh, uh,” he said,
stepping back. He
turned me around, p
ushed my hair to the side
began kissing my neck.
I closed my eyes again,
enjoying his lips on my
skin. He slid his hands
to my breasts and
closer. I could feel his hard
on pressed up against my
“Is this dry sex?” he growled against my neck
as he ground his hips into my ass, taunting me with
his hard cock
, is it more like this…” He bent me
over the hood of the car and grabbed my hips,
pushing my dress up.
Then he began humping me
through his pants
a swirl of tingling,
tightening desire to my pelvis.
“Trevor,” I panted, feeling
his erection hit my
opening, driving my insane. “I can‟t take this
anymore. Take out your cock and fuck me with it.”
He stopped moving and slid his fingers into
my panties. He shoved one inside of my hole and I
moaned as he pulled it out and did it again. “You
really want me
to fuck you, Kitten?” he said. “You
sure that‟s what you really want?”
“Yes,” I gasped as he slid a second one in.
He added a second finger. “I don‟t know. Are
you wet enough?”
I was as wet as a fucking Tsunami. “You
know I am,” I said, spreadin
g my hips wider, so he
had better access.
“Mm… I think we can make you wetter,” he
murmured into my ear. He slid a finger up to my clit
and began to rub it.
“Yes,” I gasped, grinding my mound against
his hand. Panting, I reached behind and rubbed my
gainst his hard
on. “Take it out. I need to feel
I heard him unzip his pants and fumble with
his boxers. Then he took my hand and guided me to
“I need this,” I whispered, wrapping my hand
around it. If felt so thick. So powerful. The thought
of it between my legs, thrusting inside of me, was
enough to blow a fuse in my head. “Can I suck it?” I
whispered, sliding my hand back and forth.
He groaned against my neck. “Did you just
say that you wanted to suck my cock?”
He let out a ragged
breath. “That sounds so
fucking good, but I need it somewhere else right now.
Dry sex is over,” growled, pulling away from my
hand. Then he pressed the tip against my hole,
rubbing around the outside. “How bad do you want
“Fuck me, Trevor,” I said, w
iggling my sex
against him. “Please.”
He pulled my hips up for a better angle, and
plunged into me.
I gasped, feeling every inch of him. Long and
thick, he stretched me wide, and the pain… it was so
good. Especially when he pulled back and did it again.
Fuck, you‟re tight,” he said through clenched
teeth. “You‟re… not a virgin, are you?”
“No,” I said, looking at him over my
shoulder. “Don‟t stop. Keep going.”
His eyes smoldered as he pulled back and
began fucking me, this time not holding anything
closed my eyes and moaned with each glorious
thrust, feeling his head hitting an inner part of me that
made my entire G
Trevor grabbed the back of my hair, and
wrapped it around his hand. He pulled my head back
and squeezed my left breast. “
Fuck… you… are…
so… beautiful,” he said, between thrusts.
Holding onto the hood of the car, I moaned
as his hips slammed against my ass, causing the
automobile to rock from the force. After a while, he
slowed and leaned over me, his hand playing with my
“You gonna come for me, Kitten?” he
whispered, his hips moving in a steady rhythm while
he teased my nub.
I nodded, feeling myself getting closer and
closer to the edge. Then, I was soaring over the cliff,
screaming as the rippling waves of ple
asure in my
pelvis shook me to the core, giving me the release
that I so desperately needed.
Adriana clenched up as she came and it did
me in. I thrust in and out of her a couple more times,
and then quickly pulled out, shooting my load all over
the crack of her ass, my own legs shaking from the
intensity of the orgasm.
“Damn,” I said hoarsely, s
till trying to catch
my breath. I chuckled as I looked around, glad that
boating season was over.
“Jesus, I needed that,” she answered, still lying
down on the hood of the car.
I zipped my pants back up, my desire for
Adriana still on overdrive. I‟d
just came like a
motherfucker, and yet I still wanted to be back inside.
Not tomorrow. Not later. But
. My dick was even
twitching at the thought.
“Shit, sorry. Are you cold?” I asked, rubbing
the side of her thigh. She had her jacket
on, but it was
pulled up to her waist and her legs had goose
She raised her head up. “I wasn‟t before, but
I‟m getting there.”
I pushed her hair away from her face. Damn,
she was beautiful and sex had never felt like this.
Ever. Not even with Brand
y. I didn‟t know why, since
we barely knew each other, but the effect that she had
on me was almost… dangerous. It made me take
chances that I shouldn‟t have. Like having
unprotected sex. I didn‟t even know if she was clean
“Let me get something t
o clean you off,” I
said, backing away from her.
She looked at me over her shoulder. “Check
the backseat. I think there‟s a box of tissues.”
“Okay,” I said, still trying to dissect what the
hell was happening to me. I thought about earlier and
how I‟d want
ed to kill the guy she‟d been dancing
with. The rage and jealousy that had been coursing
through my veins had almost driven me over the
edge. This was for a girl that I‟d promised to stay
away from. Meant to stay away from. After being
inside of her, I kne
w I‟d never be able to make that
same promise with a straight face.
“Here,” I said, cleaning off her back. “I
probably should have worn a rubber.”
“Probably,” she said, pushing her dress back
down over her hips. She turned around and raised her
hands to he
“Let me help you,” I said, reaching for the
buttons on her dress. “I suppose you‟re pissed off
She smiled up at me. “Do I look pissed?”
“You look beautiful.”
“You look pretty amazing yourself,” she said,
running her fingers through my hair.
“I think next
time, however, I‟m pulling
With a sparkle in her eye, she tugged on it,
poking the animal inside of me. The one who liked it
rough sometimes. Growling in the back of my throat,
I leaned forward and kissed her lips. Har
Adriana pulled back, smiling. “My goodness,
slow down, Raptor,” she said in a breathless voice.
“Can‟t help it,” I said, grabbing the back of
her head. My zipper was already getting tight again.
“You bring it out in me.” I pulled her face to me and
sed her again, this time with more tenderness. But
it was hard. I was already raring to go and she tasted
sweet. Like peaches. I wanted to devour her lips and
every other part of her.
She put her hand on my chest, gently pushing
me back. “We need to
Sighing, I touched her forehead with mine.
“Come home with me,” I whispered.
“Why? Because of your mother?”
“Yes. I have her car.”
“What if you didn‟t have it? Would you?”
“I… I don‟t know.”
“Listen to me,” I said, touching the side of
er face. “I know you‟re frightened of being with me,
but I swear to you… I‟ll never let anything happen to
“You can‟t promise something you really have
no control over,” she said, looking frustrated. “We
both know that.”
“Bullshit. I do have control
She sighed. “Like Tank had control over what
happened to Krystal?”
“What happened to Krystal… that was fucked
up. It was horrible. We had no idea Mud would
retaliate like that. But, things are different now,” I
replied. “We‟ve run The Devil‟s Ran
gers out of
“How in the world could you do that? All of
“Yup. We had proof that Mud killed Krystal
and used it to drive him out. We gave him an option
move his entire Chapter to a different state, or
spend the next twenty years in prison.”
“You had proof? Why wouldn‟t you turn it
over to the police? Mud needs to go to prison!”
“We take care of these kinds of things,
“So, you just drove the club away? That‟s how
he‟s going to pay for killing my best friend?”
“Believe me, when things
settle, Mud‟s going
to really pay for what he did to her. He‟s not going to
get away with it. Tank and Slammer are already
working on the details.”
“See, this is exactly why I can‟t be around you,
Trevor. You and your friends don‟t play by the rules.”
ah we do. Our rules.”
“Even though they‟re against the law?”
“The law isn‟t always right.”
She sighed. “It‟s not worth arguing with you.
You‟re stubborn and already set in your ways.”
“Exactly. So don‟t argue with me,” I said with
a cocky smile. “Just acce
pt that things are how they
are and don‟t worry your pretty little head about Mud
and the Devil‟s Rangers.”
“Unbelievable.” She shook her head and
walked to the passenger door. “Let‟s get out of here.”
“Back to my house.”
“No. To your bike. I need to get h
said, opening the door. “And I‟m pretty sure that you
fucked me sober.”
I got into the car. “You think you can drive?”
“I‟m positive,” said Adriana.
I stared at her hard. She looked sober, but I
wasn‟t taking any chances. “Fuck that.” I started
engine. “Your mother would kill me if anything ever
happened to you. I‟m taking you home and I‟ll call
Tank. He can give me a ride back to my bike.”
“I‟m surprised that you care what my mother
“So am I,” I said, rolling up the windows. “So
Trevor drove me home and I invited him in.
“So where is your mother?” he asked as we
walked into the doorway.
I flipped on the lights and looked at the clock.
It was almost nine o‟clock. “She should be closing the
“I‟d better get out of here then. She‟ll have a
fucking conniption if she sees me. I don‟t want to be
the cause of a woman having a heart
“Actually, she won‟t be home for another
hour. They were going to grab a bite to eat before Jim
Trevor smiled wickedly. “We have an hour?”
he said, walking toward me. “Excellent.”
I put my hand on his chest. “Wait a
He grabbed my hand and pulled it down to
the bulge in his pants. “I only need a few,” he said,
kissing my neck. “Com
e on, Kitten. I need to be
inside you again.”
“I don‟t know,” I whispered, feeling myself
Trevor pushed my jacket over my shoulders
and it dropped to the floor. He picked me up and I
automatically wrapped my legs around his waist. “You
don‟t know? I think you do,” he said, walking toward
the steps, his hands gripping my ass tightly. “So, just
let it happen.”
And it did happen.
First in the bathtub, where he cleaned every
part of me, using the showerhead and his tongue.
Then in my bedro
om, where I finally got to
see how much of his cock I could fit into my mouth.
“Stop,” he said, after a few minutes.
I pulled my lips away from his penis. “What,
don‟t you like getting a blow job?” I asked, rubbing
up and down the base.
“Fuck, I love
getting a blow job,” he said,
cupping my mound. “But I love being inside of you
I climbed over him and rode his cock, rocking
back and forth as he held my hips, urging me faster.
“Fuck, you‟re so sexy,” he said cupping and
squeezing my breasts as I
stared down at him through
Seconds later, I threw my head back, gasping
as I came for a third time, this one more intense than
the one I‟d just had in the shower.
“Damn,” he growled, flipping me onto my
back and then entering me again. “I felt t
hat, too. My
I stared up at Trevor as he took charge,
pounding into me. At one point, he leaned down,
kissing me with a passion that I felt all the way to my
toes. It made me my heart flutter, almost bringing me
to tears and was enough to make me re
alize that I‟d
already fallen for him. Hard. I knew right then that I
didn‟t want to be anywhere else but with Trevor and
in his arms. Screw my mother. Screw the Gold
Vipers. Screw everything else. Trevor and I were all
He slowed down. “You
okay?” he asked,
touching my face.
“Only if you keep fucking me,” I said, pulling
his mouth back to mine so he wouldn‟t see the tears
in my eyes.
When it was his turn to come, I could feel
Trevor‟s cock pulsating inside of me as he stiffened
up and let go,
holding my hips so tightly that his
fingernails dug into my skin. Then, he collapsed on
top of me, both of us panting, sweaty, and spent.
“I think we should take another shower,” he
whispered, touching my damp forehead.
“I can but you can‟t. My mom‟s goin
g to be
home any minute.”
He sighed. “Have you ever thought of moving
into your own place?”
“I can‟t afford to. I‟m in college, remember?”
He stared at me for a few seconds and then
said, “Move in with me.”
My eyes widened. I laughed. “Right.”
He ran a fin
ger over my arm, giving me
bumps. “I‟m serious.”
“You know, I
He put a finger to my lips. “Stop. Don‟t say
anything. I just wanted to throw that out there. I
know you‟re probably not ready for it. Hell, you‟re
not even ready for me, are you?”
allowed. “Actually,” I whispered. “I‟ve
been doing some thinking.”
“Thinking?” He grinned. “Sounds like
I slugged him in the arm.
“Just giving you shit, darlin‟. Now, tell me,
what exactly were you thinking?”
“We should keep seeing each other. B
maybe keep it on the down low right now.”
He smirked. “The down low, huh?”
“What you mean is keep it from your
He sighed. “Kitten, you shouldn‟t be lying to
“But, nothing. She‟s your mother and you‟re
adult. Tell her the truth.”
“The truth,” I repeated, now smirking myself.
“Yes,” he said, grabbing both my hands. He
turned them over and kissed my knuckles. “Tell her
you‟ve fallen for me and there‟s nothing she can do
He already knew it, too.
I had definitely fallen
“And then I will tell her that she needs to
trust me. That I‟ll never let anything happen to her
“Easier said than done,” I said. “You‟ve met
her. You know she doesn‟t listen to you.”
“That‟s her problem then.”
“What do you want from me?” he asked, his
eyes burning into mine. “I mean, really?”
“The same thing you want from me,” I said,
not really sure exactly what I was ready for. I could
pretty much guess what he wanted, however. Sex.
Lots of it.
hat is that?”
“This,” I said.
“You mean, sex?”
He smiled in amusement. “Is that it? You just
want me to fuck you?”
“Isn‟t that what you want?”
His face became serious. “Honestly? I want
much more than that. I want you on the back of my
bike. I w
ant you sitting next to me in the morning,
while we‟re eating breakfast. I want you picking out
sheets for our bed. I want to know what your favorite
kind of pizza is or how you like your burgers. I want
to know what kind of perfume you wear, because it
ives me insane. Do I want
? Fuck yes. But I also
want everything else, Kitten. That‟s what I want from
I couldn‟t help it. I smiled, my stomach full of
butterflies as I imagined waking up to him every
morning and eating breakfast. Taking showers
together. Shopping at Home Depot. Decorating our
Christmas tree together. It all sounded so romantic.
back. “You have no idea how
beautiful you are when you smile. No idea.”
I was about to tell him that he wasn‟t so bad
on the eyes when I heard the front door open.
“Fuck, my mother,” I said, jumping out of his
“Okay, um… just, stay here u
ntil she goes to
bed. I‟ll drive you back to your bike afterward,” I said,
pulling my robe on.
“Fine,” he said, looking pissed.
“You‟re mad at me,” I said, watching him get
out of bed.
“I‟m frustrated,” he said, walking toward my
bathroom where his clothes
were spread out on the
Sighing, I slipped out of my bedroom and met
my mother by the stairs.
“Hi, honey. How was the reception?‟ she
“It was… very sad.”
“I‟m sure. I called Bonnie and left her a
message. The poor woman,” she said
with a somber
expression. “I just can‟t imagine what today was like.
Seeing your daughter buried like that.”
“I know,” I said, suddenly feeling guilty about
the last couple of hours. My best friend was in the
ground and I‟d been acting like a sex addict wh
finally gotten her fix.
would have been proud…
A loud thud from inside of my bedroom
startled us both.
“What‟s that noise?” she asked, pushing past
me to my door.
I followed her in, ready for an argument.
window closed,” she said, moving
to my bedroom window. “It‟s cold outside. You‟ll get
I looked around, shocked that Trevor wasn‟t
inside. Then I realized that he‟d climbed out the
window, which I‟d done quite a few times myself as a
teenager. He was
quite a bit heavier than me,
however, and it made me wonder if the trellis was
Mom closed the window and locked it. Then
she turned to smile at me. “Guess what?”
“What?” I asked, moving next to her. I looked
outside, but didn‟t see any sign of him
“Jim asked me if I wanted to go away with
him for a weekend in January.”
I turned around, surprised. “Are you?”
“I think so,” she said, her cheeks flushed. “He
owns a cabin up north, and wants to take me
snowmobiling and ice
“You should go. It
will be good for you.”
“I‟m definitely going to consider it,” she
replied, walking toward the door. “He‟s such a nice
man. So thoughtful and polite.”
“He seems very nice from what I can tell.”
Her eyes sparkled. “You know, he has a
nephew who‟s single. A d
I groaned. “Don‟t even think about trying to
set me up.”
“Maybe we‟ll invite him over for
She grinned. “You should give him a chance,
“Like you gave Trevor?”
Her smile vanished. “That was different, and
you know it.
“Trevor‟s a nice guy, Mom. He really is.”
“I don‟t care how nice he is,” she replied. “He
hangs out with bad people. You and I both know it.
Look at what happened to Krystal.”
“That wasn‟t Trevor‟s fault.”
She sighed wearily. “Are you really going to
rehash all of this? I thought you were through with
“Maybe I am. Maybe I‟m not.”
Her lips pursed. “I knew when I saw him at
the funeral there would be trouble. I just knew it.”
I rubbed my forehead. “There wasn‟t any
“Right. That‟s w
hy you‟re bringing him up?”
“Seriously, Mom, I‟m tired of you treating me
like a child,” I said, resisting the urge to stomp my
“Then start thinking and acting like a level
“You know, I think I know what my problem
is,” I said, more to
“That you‟re too trustworthy with men?” she
replied. “Or that you think you can change them?
Because you can‟t. Especially someone like him.
Someone who doesn‟t want to change.”
I glared at her. “No. My problem is that I let
run my life.”
eyes widened. “That‟s not fair.”
“Not fair? Mom, I‟m twenty
one years old.
You insist on doing my laundry, cooking my meals,
even picking out my makeup. You‟ve not only spoiled
the hell out of me, but you‟ve made me feel like I owe
“What do you mean
, I make you feel like you
“I just…” I stammered. “I just feel like I‟m
living your life and not my own sometimes. You
wanted me to work at the shop, so I did. You‟re the
one who talked me into my college classes, you‟re the
one who picked out my
car. You even make my salon
appointments when you think I need a haircut. It‟s
just so frustrating.”
“Well, I‟m sorry,” she said, her eyes filling
with tears. “You‟re my daughter and all I have left.
Maybe I coddle you a little too much, but that‟s what
thers do. I just want what‟s best for you.”
“Mom, you‟re not just coddling me, you‟re
“Am I? Hell, maybe Trevor is bad for me or
maybe he‟s the best thing that ever happened. But, I
won‟t know the truth if I continue
letting you make
all my decisions. You have to stop and I have to quit
allowing it to happen.”
She raised her hands in the air. “Fine, you
want to risk your life by hanging out with a hoodlum
like Trevor? Do it, but don‟t come crying to me when
your heart, or ends up in jail.”
“Mom, you have to try and trust my judgment
a little better,” I said, softening my voice. “I‟m not
out to risk my life. I‟m not going to be joining their
club. I just want to get to know Trevor better, and if I
find out tha
t he‟s really no good for me, at least it‟s
my decision not to see him. Not yours.”
She wiped a couple tears from under her eyes.
“If anything ever happened to you, I don‟t know what
I‟d do,” she said. “Please, if you‟re going to see him,
be careful, Adria
I took her hands in mine. “Mom, I swear to
you, I‟ll jump ship the moment anything gets
dangerous or weird. Okay? I promise.”
I sighed and gave her a hug.
“Don‟t you really want to work at the shop?”
I pulled away. “I don‟t
know. I mean, I guess
it‟s fine for now and I do appreciate that you‟re letting
me work there. But, once I graduate from college, I‟ll
probably move on.”
“I understand that. But, remember, when I
die, the company is going to be yours. You need to
to run it. It‟s our legacy, Adriana.”
I groaned. “Fine, but quit talking about dying.
That shouldn‟t happen for a very long time, Mom.”
“One can only hope, but we both know that
you can‟t predict the future,” she said.
“But, we choose the path that leads
us to it,” I
finished for her. “Yes, I know.”
She sighed wearily. “Well, I‟m going to take a
shower and then make some tea. Would you like a
cup? It‟s decaffeinated.”
“No. I‟m going to take a shower and get ready
for bed, too. But, thank you.”
“I love you,
Adriana. I‟ve only always wanted
what‟s best for you. You know that, right?”
“I know and I love you, too, Mom. More than
She smiled sadly and left my room.
After I almost broke my fucking neck
climbing out of
Adriana‟s window, I called Tank.
“Can you pick me up, brother?” I asked,
walking away from her place. As I passed by several
houses, I could see people watching me through their
“Where the fuck you at?” he asked. I could
ear music in the background and a girl giggling.
“Just left Adriana‟s place. I need a ride to my
“Where is it?”
I told him.
He sighed. “Yeah, give me an address and I‟ll
shoot over there in twenty minutes.”
“Because I was in the middle
getting my dick waxed when you called,” he snapped.
“Then you probably only need three
minutes,” I joked.
He chuckled. “You ain‟t kidding. This chick is
jointed, man. She can twist her body and
munch her own box if she wanted to.”
laughed. Apparently he was now dealing
with Krystal‟s death much better than he was earlier.
“Where‟d you meet her?”
“She‟s friends with one of the strippers. I
should take a picture of her and send it to you. Doll,
can you wrap your ankles over your neck
“No pictures. Just, hurry up. I need to get my
“Fine. I‟ll see if I can get her to give me a
quick blow, since I‟ve got to come and pick your ass
“Bros before Hoes,” he whispered and then
let out a ragged breath. “Double jointe
man. You owe me.”
“Get her number.”
“Fucking right I will.”
I noticed there was a coffee shop up the
street. I told him about it.
“Yeah, I think I know where that is.”
“It‟s closed but I‟ll be waiting for you on the
bench outside. Call me if you
“I doubt anyone can get lost in Jensen,” he
After we hung up, I sent Adriana a text,
letting her know where I was. She called me back.
“Guess what?‟ she said, a smile in her voice.
“I told my mother about us.”
I grunted. “Reall
y. How‟d she take it?”
“She‟s not exactly thrilled, but… she‟s not
going to interfere.”
“Good. I didn‟t like sneaking out of your
bedroom like that. Not only did I bend your trellis,
but I felt like a punk ass kid slipping away in the
“You bent the
“Yeah, I can fix it though. No worries.”
“Where are you?”
“I‟m heading toward that coffee shop, Bella‟s
Brews. Tank is picking me up.”
“That‟s nice of him.”
“He‟s a real sweetheart, all right,” I said,
grinning. “We‟re BFFs you know.”
“What are you doing tomorrow?”
“I have classes.”
“What about after?”
“To be honest, I‟m usually really busy during
the week with homework and school.”
“What about dinner? Or lunch? You have
time for that?”
She was silent for a couple seconds. “I‟ll
“Good. I‟ll pick you up and bring you back to
my place when you‟re free.”
“Oh, I‟ll be eating pie. You can do whatever
you want,” I said, imaging her riding my face again.
She breathed in sharply. “You‟re so bad.”
“You like it when I
‟m bad. Admit it.”
She giggled. “I‟ll call you tomorrow. Between
“I‟m counting on it.”
Tank picked me up in his dad‟s black
“So, how was the reception?” he asked, as we
drove back toward it.
“You work things out with Adriana?”
I grinned. “Yes I did. A few times.”
He chuckled. “Can I smell your finger? I
didn‟t get any tonight. Least you can let me do.”
I held up my middle finger.
“Didn‟t you get
His smile fell. “No. She took off. I‟m
supposed to call her tomorrow.”
“You going to?”
“She‟s a fucking contortionist. Of course I‟m
going to call her.”
“So, you going to make Adriana your Old
Lady now, or what?”
“As far as I‟m concern
ed, she is my Old
“You need to make it official.”
“I will. Just need to ease her into it.”
“Ease her into it? You must really dig this
chick,” he said, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. “You
I was probably one of the only guys in the
t didn‟t smoke. “No,” I said, cracking a
“Fuck, I still can‟t believe those fuckheads
killed her, man,” he said, lighting his cigarette.
“What‟s the deal on that? We coming down
hard on them, or what?”
“Hell, yeah. We have to be careful though.
e Old Man still isn‟t sure who the informant is.”
“I have no fucking clue either.”
He was silent for a few minutes. “So, this is
how it‟s going to be
we‟re going to lay low for a
couple of months, and then when the time comes,
blow their fucking club up.
Take everyone in that
Chapter out. That way the word on the streets will be
that nobody fucks with us or our women. Nobody.”
Taking them all out seemed extreme to me,
but I wasn‟t the one making those decisions. “You
know where they set up their new camp?
“Yeah. They‟re north. Up in Minnesota.
Hayward, I think. It‟s only four hours away.”
He grinned darkly. “It‟s going to be beautiful,
brother. Beautiful. I‟m going to take Mud out
“The Mother Chapter is going to want to
retaliate,” I said,
knowing that the rest of the Devil‟s
Rangers wouldn‟t stand for it.
“We‟ll worry about that when the time
comes,” he said. “Besides, Pop says he‟s already
talked to Bastard.”
Bastard was the original founder of the Gold
Vipers. An old vet who still led th
e Mother Chapter in
“What he say?”
“We wouldn‟t be going forward if he wasn‟t
“Shit‟s going to get ugly.”
“Far as I‟m concerned, it can‟t get any uglier
than it already is,” said Tank, clenching his teeth.
“Not after what they
did to Krystal.”
I held out my fist.
He smacked it with his.
For the next three weeks, Trevor and I spent
as much time together as we could. When we weren‟t
making love, we were taking walks, renting movies, or
he was teaching me how to cook.
“I have to say, this is a good fucking omelet,”
he said one morning after
I‟d stayed overnight. I‟d
made him something called a “Denver Omelet.” I‟d
found the recipe online. “Your cooking skills have
“I have a good teacher,” I said, smiling as I
poured him another glass of orange juice. His
compliment made me
giddy, though. I actually
enjoyed cooking and wanted to please him. It was a
trait I knew had come from my mother. Making her
He set his fork down on his empty plate and
pulled me onto his lap. “This is great, isn‟t it?” he
whispered, moving my
hair to the side. “I mean, it
feels like were married sometimes. I like it.”
I grinned. “You do?”
He kissed my lips. “Don‟t you?”
“I guess so. I mean, I know sometimes
married couples don‟t have sex very often,” I teased.
“That‟s never going to be us,” he
fact,” he gulped down his orange juice and then
pushed everything off of the kitchen table and onto
the linoleum, startling the hell out of me.
“Don‟t worry. I‟ll take care of it.”
“Good.” Although nothing broke, there was
still a mess
“What are you doing?” I asked as he stood up
and walked over to the refrigerator. He grabbed a
bottle of maple syrup and walked back over.
“I need dessert,” he said, grabbing the front
of the white muscle shirt I was wearing. The one he‟d
He ripped the cotton away from my chest and
tossed it aside. With one hand on my right breast, he
reached down for my panties.
“Don‟t you dare rip them; they‟re my best
Trevor grabbed me around the waist, picked
me up, and set me down on the
table. Then he pulled
my underwear down and placed them by his nose.
“Mm… they smell nice, too.”
My face turned red.
Chuckling, he pushed me down on the table
and wrapped my legs over his shoulders. His face
became serious. “I‟m going to make you come so
hard, darlin‟.” There was a hungry fierceness in his
eyes that made me instantly wet. “Then I‟m going to
fuck the shit out of you until you‟re screaming my
name and I‟m coming all over your beautiful body.
Afterward, we‟re going to go and buy you some new
panties. The crotchless kind, so I can
anywhere and everywhere. You feel me?”
My throat became so dry that I had to
swallow. “Yes. I feel you, Trevor.”
He grabbed the bottle of syrup and held it
over my crotch. My eyes widened as I realized what
e was about to do.
“Are you really
” I asked as he squeezed the
bottle. I squealed as the cold syrup hit my labia and
dribbled down. I shivered. “It‟s… cold.”
He set the bottle down and grabbed my hips.
“This is where I warm it up.”
When Trevor‟s lips to
uched my sex and he
began licking, I gasped in delight.
“Mm… that‟s yummy,” he whispered, flicking
his tongue up, down, and around my clit.
Moaning, I grabbed his head, wrapping my
fingers in his hair as he sucked and devoured the
maple syrup. Then he ad
ded his fingers, pressing
deep, finding that spot while his tongue worked that
magic on my nub. He kept a steady rhythm as the
pressure began to build and the need to release
became more and more intense. Soon, I was
squirming and pushing against his face,
pulling at his
hair, and squeezing my nipples all at the same time,
until he added just enough pressure to make me
scream out an orgasm that rocked me to the core.
“That‟s my girl,” he said huskily.
“Oh, my God, Trevor,” I said, trying to catch
He stood up and shoved his jeans to the floor.
“I‟m not finished with you,” he said, pulling me off
the table. Grabbing my by the hips, he turned me
around and bent me over his dinette. Then he was
ramming into me, his hands on my breasts, both of us
unting like wild animals.
“I love this,” he growled into my ear as he
leaned over me, pounding away at my pussy. “I love
you. Fuck, I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I replied, my eyes filling
Gasping, he thrust into me two more times,
stiffened up as he came, holding me so
tightly that I could barely breathe.
“Trevor, too tight,” I whispered hoarsely.
He chuckled and released me. “Sorry,” he
said, pulling out.
He turned me around and looked into my
eyes. “You are on the
“Yes,” I replied. “I told you that last week.”
“Good, but I just want you to know that if
anything ever happened, I‟d take care of you and the
baby. You know that.”
He relaxed. “So, did you mean it?” he asked,
smiling again. “Do yo
u really love me?”
“Yes,” I said, grinning up at him. “I love you,
He pulled a strand of my hair. “I love you,
too. I wasn‟t just saying it.”
“I didn‟t think you were.”
“I want you to be my Old Lady,” he said
I stiffened up. I knew how
much this meant
to bikers. I just wasn‟t sure if I liked the idea of being
just his „Old Lady‟. “Explain exactly what that
“You‟re my woman. Nobody else will mess
with you. You‟re going to wear my patch, Kitten.”
“So, in the biker world, you wear a
He grinned. “I‟ll get you a ring, too, babe.”
“An engagement ring,” he said. “I want you to
My eyes widened in shock. “Marriage?”
“Eventually. Isn‟t that what you want?”
“I…” I smiled. “Yes. Of course.” I felt so
much love for him in that moment that I didn‟t think
I‟d want anything less.
He kissed my knuckles. “Well, then. That‟s
that. We patch you, first, and then once you‟re
finished with school, we get hitched.”
“When do you want to tell your mother?”
I sighed. She was going to flip her lid. “Do we
have to? Maybe we could tell her on our fifth
He chuckled. “I hear you, darlin‟, but she
needs to know. She‟s going to be a grandmother
someday. I want kids, you know. Lots of them.”
“Okay,” I r
eplied, excited that he wanted kids.
Something told me he was going to be a wonderful
father. “We‟ll tell her.
you get me a ring.”
“She‟s going to know when we buy the ring,”
he said. “Obviously.”
“Oh yeah,” I said, laughing nervously.
“You know we c
an‟t go anywhere else to buy
you a ring. She already dislikes me. If I went to
another jeweler, she‟ll really fucking hate me.”
“True,” I said, my stomach already in a
multitude of knots as I thought about telling her.
“It‟s going to be all right,” he said
, staring into
my eyes. “I‟ll take care of you. You know that, right?”
“Good,” he said, kissing me again. “Now,
why don‟t you go and take a shower. I‟ll clean up and
then we‟ll go and talk to Slammer about our plans.”
“Okay,” I said.
I left the k
itchen, feeling nervous about the
whole thing. Although I loved him, I was still scared
about what it meant. Now, I‟d have to wear a patch,
not to mention a ring. I‟d promised my mother that
I‟d keep the biker world separate from what he and I
. But now, I knew it couldn‟t be. It was
all or nothing.
As I took my shower, I began to relax. I‟d met
some of his friends who were in the Gold Vipers the
last couple of weeks, and they seemed nice. Their Old
Ladies had also been very cool. They weren‟t a
what I‟d pictured them to be and were definitely not
pushovers. In fact, they seemed very independent and
I can do this
, I thought, drying myself off with
I will do this.
After I got dressed, I walked out of the
and that‟s when I heard him arguing with
“It‟s not mine,” said Trevor in a firm voice.
“It is yours, Trevor. He‟s sterile and you‟re the
only other person I‟ve been with.”
My heart stopped.
It was Brandy.
“You‟re lying,” he said loudly.
to cry. “No, I‟m not. Listen to me,
we can do this. Didn‟t you always say that you wanted
a son, Trevor? Now we can have one. We can start
“I don‟t want to start over with you, Brandy.
I turned the corner and both of them looked
“She‟s pregnant?” I asked, my voice hollow.
“Yes, I am,” she said haughtily.
He gave her a venomous look. “So she says, I
doubt it‟s mine.”
“But, it could be?” I asked.
“It‟s yours, Trevor! We were together six
weeks ago. I‟m six weeks pregnant!”
wn him for five.
I grabbed my purse and walked toward the
“Wait a second, where are you going?” he
asked, coming up behind me.
I turned around. Deep down in my gut, I
knew the baby was his. I just knew it. “Obviously you
two need to work things ou
t,” I said, my eyes filling
“Bullshit,” he said. “She can leave. Not you.”
“Trevor, I‟m carrying your child. We‟ve
known each other for two years. You‟re going to kick
me out of here for
?” snapped Brandy.
He turned around and pointed his fi
her. “Shut the fuck up, Brandy. You can‟t just walk
back into my life, say you‟re pregnant, and think that
everything is going to go the way you want it. Even if
it‟s my fucking kid.”
I let out a ragged sigh and headed downstairs
for the door.
lew down them and grabbed my arm.
“Wait. Don‟t you leave me, Adriana.”
“Could this baby be yours?‟
He sighed loudly. “I don‟t know. There‟s a
chance, I guess. It happened before I met you. It was
a mistake, obviously.” He pulled me into his arms. “I
to fuck that you believe it.”
“I‟ll make her leave,” he whispered into my
I pulled away. “No. I‟ll leave. You two have a
lot to talk about.”
He rubbed the back of his neck and laughed
angrily. “This is such fucking bullshit.”
“I know. Call
Trevor‟s face was filled with anguish as he
pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply. “I love
you,” he said, releasing me.
“I love you, too,” I answered, turning away
quickly to avoid his eyes.
“I‟ll call you.”
All I could do was nod, I was so ch
After I left the house, I cried.
Now that she was pregnant, I knew our
relationship was doomed. I was so upset, that I
stopped and grabbed a bag of fast
food, not even sure
what I‟d ordered. I brought it back home and scarfed
it all down. Ten min
utes later, I threw it all up and
cried some more.
Trevor didn‟t call me until the next day. He
apologized and said that Brandy was going to go in
for DNA testing in the next couple of months, to
make sure the baby was really his.
“So, where is she
now?” I asked.
He was quiet.
“Did she leave?”
He sighed. “I let her move in.”
My heart stopped. “What?”
“She doesn‟t have anywhere to go, but listen
to me. I hate that fucking bitch. She‟s only here
because if she
carrying my child, I want to protect
He was already calling the baby, „him‟.
“I understand,” I said, the tears spilling from
my eyes. He wasn‟t breaking up with me but it sure
felt the same. My heart was being crushed and neither
of us were really even responsible.
“Are you crying?”
“I love you, Adriana. No matter what
happens, I still want to marry you. Even if this baby is
mine, this thing won‟t affect „us‟. You feel me?”
“Yes,” I lied again. Somehow I knew that if
the baby was his, it was over for us. Really over.