Give Me Strength: Broken Deeds MC #7.5

by Esther E. Schmidt

  Wyatt laughs a full belly laugh. “Smart woman for coming to you. Since I’m pretty damn sure no one is going to jail now. Not even this fucker if our suspicions are correct.”

  “My suspicions are rarely wrong and my gut is always right. This shit is fishy and needs to be handled now. I won’t risk my old lady,” I growl in anger.

  “The president’s old lady will be protected at all times,” Wyatt vows.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  — Beatrice —

  “It’s been over a week and I have to sleep in my own bed sometime,” I tell Archer in a somewhat scolding tone.

  We both know I would love nothing more than to stay here each and every night. Though, all we do is talk and watch TV. Sad to say there hasn’t been much action between the sheets. On top of that, my mother swings by my house early mornings a few times a week and I’ve been getting messages asking why I’m not home.

  I can hardly keep telling her I was out for a jog each and every morning. My mother knows how much I hate running and exercise, and my thighs and ass prove it.

  “I need another day or two to wrap it up. Normally we would take action right away, but this case didn’t land in our lap through the proper channels and this Robbie fucker is twisted.” Archer winces and we both know he just slipped up.

  He doesn’t need to go through the proper channels. He’s been quiet about the whole stalker issue, and when I ask about it, he simply says he’s handling it. And I did mention the whole no sex thing, right? All of this makes me doubt if he really wants this thing between us to work or if there’s something going on that I don’t know about.

  I step closer and jab my finger against his leather cut. “You’re keeping things from me. I should have known with the whole no touching, no kissing, but keeping me locked in this clubhouse anyway. Out with it, whatever it is. Or you’ll see me walking out that door as easily as I chose to walk through it.”

  His eyes flare and he wraps his fingers around my wrist to keep me in place while his face inches closer. “There is no walking out on us, Bee. Not now, not ever. We just fucking started. I’m trying not to fucking hurt you, okay?”

  “You’re hurting me by keeping things from me,” I throw back just as fierce.

  His jaw tics and he swallows hard. Just when I think he’s going to let go of my wrist and leave, he spits out words I wasn’t expecting. “Robbie killed his grandmother. He has been keeping her body in the fridge. The basement is filled with pictures of you, some are images from cheerleading taken years ago. The fucker searched the whole internet and pulled every picture of you he could find. He’s fucking obsessed and a damn killer. Not to mention he’s on the loose. He managed to shake the prospect I had following him. That’s why we entered the house and found his collection and the body. But there’s no trace of him.”

  I take a breath to process his words and don’t know what to say, other than, “Okay.”

  His forehead scrunches up and he echoes, “Okay?”

  “Yeah, well, what else can I say? But I do need a better excuse than ‘I’m out jogging’ so my mother doesn’t activate my GPS to track me down. And I want you to freaking kiss me. Or better yet, I need sex. That’s what couples do, right? Or is it just all the other bikers who screw like bunnies? Or do you have a piece of ass on the side, and I’m just the prize in your bed to taunt the other MC?”

  I’m not facing Archer. Well, clearly I am, but the way his face is filled with anger and emotion it’s clear I’m standing in front of the president of Broken Deeds MC. And he’s more than pissed off. I should take a step back but deep down I know he won’t ever hurt me.

  A knock sounds on the door followed by Wyatt’s voice, “Pres, we need you.”

  “I’m busy,” Archer snaps, not making a move and keeping his eyes locked with mine.

  “You’d want to talk to me. It’s the thing we need to handle and can end right now,” Wyatt presses.

  Archer releases a string of curses. “VP,” he snaps. “I need for you to handle this for me. I have to focus on my old lady. She’s my number one priority.”

  “You got it, brother. And you’d want to know that your hunch was correct,” Wyatt replies and adds with a solid vow, “Open and shut, I’ll make sure this ends today.”

  “Thanks, VP,” Archer says and takes a menacing step closer to me.

  It doesn’t matter if our noses are almost touching or if his eyes are liquid fire. He doesn’t scare me, not one bit.

  “You don’t want me keeping things from you?” I’m sure the growl in his voice is thrown in there to taunt me.

  “Whatever you throw at me, I can handle it,” I tell him with determination. “I was born and raised in an MC, Archer. You know this.”

  “A different one than ours, Bee. You’re the president’s old lady and that’s for good reason. But this shit is too fucking personal. You heard Wyatt tell me my hunch was correct, right?” He waits for me to nod before he continues. “That’s because I suspected Robbie would break into your home and wait for you there. And I was right.”

  Relief floods my veins. “They found him? It’s over?”

  “Dammit,” Archer snaps and starts to pace.

  He comes to a stop in front of me and grumbles, “You’re missing the point, Bee. He was in your house. Your home.”

  “But you have him now, right?” I press, needing to know Robbie is taken care of.

  “The open and shut indicated he walked into our trap, and there’s no way out. He stops breathing today.” His eyes are assessing my every move.

  If he’s expecting me to freak out over his “he stops breathing today,” comment. Well, boo-freaking-hoo, that’s not me.

  “I’ve never been one who expects everyone to sugarcoat things. I surely won’t expect it from you. I’ve heard and seen worse. That’s MC life. Our life. The good, the bad, the raw and ugly while family is always there to support and have your back no matter what. And I know you have my back no matter what. But that also means we talk about what’s going on so we can actually lean on one another.”

  “I should have known you could handle it. Dammit, my mother is one of the strongest women I know but you . . . you’re magnificent,” he croaks and takes my face in his hands.

  “I don’t know about that since it does freak me out he was in my house. I’m not going back there. I’m moving in with you.” I shrug and give him a sheepish grin.

  He shoots me one in return. “Not a problem, I wasn’t going to let you leave anyway. And talking about you moving in, I found a solution to your father having issues with us hooking up.”

  “We’re already hooked,” I mutter. “What’s your brilliant plan?”

  “It was something that popped into my head when I was talking to Kain earlier.”

  “And?” I press.

  “I’m gonna knock you up. We’ll get married and there won’t be anything keeping us apart then.”

  I have to blink very slowly as I process his words. “The thought that popped into your head was to pop something into my womb. Brilliant, Archer.” I shake my head and snort a laugh, but he’s not laughing. He’s looking at me with such intent I have to swallow at the desire flooding my body.

  “You’re serious?” I croak.

  “As a fucking heart attack.” His lips cover mine and all I can do is surrender to the way he dominates my mouth in an all-consuming kiss.

  EPILOGUE

  Twenty years later

  — Archer —

  “All-consuming kisses,” I grumble and lock us inside our room at the clubhouse. “Only women say all-consuming and shit like that because it’s written in romance books, but life isn’t all roses and sunshine.”

  “You give all-consuming kisses,” Bee whispers in my ear. “Our daughter is trying to tell us she’s in love.”

  “Our daughter isn’t getting hitched to a fucking biker,” I growl.

  Bee nips my earlobe while her fingers fumble with my belt, zipper . . . fuckkkkk her hands feel go
od. A groan rips from my throat when she palms my cock and strokes it, spreading the precum over the tip of my dick.

  “I remember two young people in the past. Parents preventing them from being together and yet they found their way.” She sounds out of breath due to desire taking over.

  I know what she’s talking about but I’m in denial, this isn’t about us, this is about our daughter. My fist flashes up to bury it into her hair, tipping her head back so I can ravish her mouth . . . a fucking all-consuming kiss.

  Anything is better than discussing options for our daughter, no matter how well it worked out for Bee and I. Our love grew stronger. Our family expanded, as did our hearts. We’re unstoppable and our connection never fades.

  Like now how our fingers rip away our clothes, my hands palm her sweet ass, her legs wrap around my waist so I can bury myself inside her in one hard stroke. So wet, so hot, so damn perfect in every way.

  The future is what you make of your life today. That’s exactly what we did when I took her for the first time in this very room twenty years ago; we made love and became pregnant. We took charge, forged a commitment since our hearts were already thrown into the mix and it taught us how to fight and never give up.

  And it landed us where we are today. Still in love, still enjoying each other’s bodies, and will keep doing so for the rest of our lives. For any love is worth fighting for. And surely one that feels as good as ours.

  Her nails slide over my skin, digging in and spurring me to take her harder. Her pussy is squeezing me with a desperate need for release. Bee’s lips latch onto my neck, giving me a sloppy kiss with hot breaths. Raw. Connected. Consuming.

  “You going to come for me, love?” I grunt, feeling my balls drawing up. “Let me have it. Give me your pleasure and I’ll give you mine.”

  “Yes,” she moans. “So close.”

  I shift my hips and make sure to angle up, hitting the right spot to throw both of us over the edge and into a sea of pleasure. She goes, I will fucking follow. Now, forever, the next lifetime. However, and whenever . . . it will always be all-consuming.

  Hopefully our daughter finds a worthy man who will worship her like a princess. Or maybe she already found her very own biker prince. Shit. Who am I to stand in her way when we didn’t let anything stop us?

  I might be a biker and fairytales and romance might be for romance books. But even I have to admit; a life with the one I love will always make me feel like a king ruling his kingdom, with my queen by my side.

  Want to read more about Archer and Bee? Be sure to dive into their story where life isn’t always fairytales and romance:

  Broken Deeds MC: Second Generation #1

  books2read.com/BDMCArcher

  BLURB:

  Taking over as the President of Broken Deeds MC, claiming an old lady, getting married, becoming a father; Archer has hit life full throttle ever since he took the gavel from his father. Life at breakneck speed opens the door for possibilities and for a man in his position, this can quickly turn any incident into a life or death situation.

  Born and raised in an MC, Beatrice is very aware of life and love when it comes to bikers. But when you marry your first love where feelings have been growing for many years, being stuck in a rut feels like a battle on a daily basis. Except, being the president’s old lady adds dodging bullets to the mess life throws at you.

  Can this couple face their newly found rut and hold strong through every situation? Or will life take a turn, robbing them from moving forward and end dreams where new life barely started?

  Broken Deeds MC handles cases the government can’t close; they take charge and won’t stop until justice is served. This second generation is a series where each book is a new couple, handling a new case, and can each be read as a complete standalone with a happily ever after.

  DEEDS & LYNN

  Broken Deeds MC, First Generation

  Chapter One

  — Lynn —

  “Ma! You could at least knock before you enter,” Archer grumbles.

  I roll my eyes. “Very funny, Archer. But you of all people should know that if I didn’t do it when you were a kid…I’m not gonna start now.”

  My son huffs and tucks his phone into his jeans pocket. “I’m the President of Broken Deeds MC, even Dad knocks before entering my office.”

  I can’t help but smirk. “Now, see…I’m not a biker, I don’t have to stick to the whole biker rules thing. And speaking of your father, he’s actually the reason why I’m here.”

  Concern fills Archer’s gaze and my heart tugs because I share the same concerns. “Dad has been more withdrawn than before his third operation.”

  “I hate to say it but the reality of never regaining full strength in his hand is hitting him hard. It’s like he’s giving up while there’s no need. He can still do so damn much, and has come a long way with PT, but he doesn’t see it. All he’s focusing on is not being able to do everything with his hand like he used to do.” An angry growl slips past my lips. “Stubborn asshole. He needs to start looking forward, and see what’s right in front of him, instead of having his eyes on the past.”

  Archer jerks a hand through his hair. “There’s only so much we can do. And you know how it is when you can ride a bike, but not long enough for any of the normal runs we do that require hours of holding a steady grip. It was one of the things he said to me when I refused to take over the MC the first time he offered. It wasn’t my time yet, you know as well as I do, he could have been President for many years instead of passing the gavel on to me.”

  Archer is right. Deeds, my old man, should have been President for many years but he stepped down after he agreed he would do the surgery. He didn’t want another operation but it was something he needed. Many years ago, he was stabbed in the hand, and though it took some time, it healed completely.

  But then sometime after he was shot straight through the same hand, and that does screw with the ability to use it. A hazard that comes with the job, he always says, but nowadays it’s always said through clenched teeth.

  Broken Deeds solves cold cases or high-profile cases the government can’t seem to close themselves. All the bikers of Broken Deeds MC are skilled and trained and will go above and beyond to solve each case we take. And yes, sometimes there’s a risk and they are injured.

  And though Deeds’ hand healed, he didn’t regain full ability. This is the reason they suggested a third operation. They wanted to try to get his hand from fifty to at least eighty percent functional.

  Like I mentioned, he finally agreed to the operation. But I think the only reason he did was so he could distance himself from the club, from his job, from everything even more. Because his stubborn ass thinks not being able to use something fully means you fail completely.

  And the third and final operation? They were able to get his hand back to about seventy-five percent in strength. Obviously the third operation was worth it, only he doesn’t see it the way we and his doctors do.

  “Stepping back doesn’t mean he’s completely out,” I snap. “And I won’t be standing on the sidelines to watch him deteriorate. I’m sick of pussyfooting around him, and that’s not who I am, or who he is for that matter. So, I’m going to shove my boot up his ass, and leave him no other choice but to jolt up and act like he’s still alive and kicking. And you’re going to help me.”

  Archer groans and mutters, “I’m going to regret this.” He clears his throat and asks, “What’s your brilliant plan? Because I know you have one or you wouldn’t be standing here.”

  I have to keep a straight face because a victory smile is threatening to burst free. “You need to put him on a case.”

  Archer shakes his head. “I can’t. Already tried and even Depay and Lochlan also asked him for help but he won’t budge. He keeps saying he’s retired.”

  “Retired my ass,” I growl and point at the stack of files on his desk. “What is an easy open and shut case that needs action right now?”

 
; “Ma, you know I can’t share those details because—” The male I put on this Earth has the sense to stop midsentence due to my raised eyebrow, recognizing the fact I’m about to snatch him by his ear to pull him over the desk so I can yell at him from up close.

  His fingers slide over the pile and he pulls one out and throws it in front of me. “I was going to give this one to Kray so his old lady could help out but I’m guessing you want a case where you can have input and force Dad into action, right?”

  Now the victorious smile does spread my face. “You got it,” I tell him and grab the file.

  Glancing through it, I have to admit, it’s no wonder he wanted to give this case to Kray and Vienna. It involves some undercover work to draw this guy out and it’s perfect for what I have in mind. Time to put my plan into action.

  Chapter Two

  — Deeds —

  My phone starts to ring and I mentally curse before I hit the stop button on the treadmill and jump off. Cardio. Something I can do along with ab exercises and a few other muscle groups where I don’t need to use my hand. But believe me, when you have something that’s lacking from your normal abilities? For fucking sure you notice that shit with everything you do.

  “What?” I bark into my phone without checking who’s calling.

  I recognize Archer’s chuckle flowing through my phone. “Well, good evening to you too, Dad.”

  “I was doing cardio,” I grunt, as if that’s an excuse for my grumpiness.

  And I need to mention it because I’m not even out of breath since my body is trained for endurance.

  “Do you know where Ma is?” Archer questions, and this puts me slightly on edge because he never calls to check.

  Add the fact the woman was acting all strange when I went into the spare bedroom I turned into a tiny gym when the kids moved out, I’d say it raises a flag or two.