by Elisa Leigh
CARTER
STEEL DAGGERS MC BOOK 6
ELISA LEIGH
Copyright © 2019 by ELISA LEIGH
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by ELISA LEIGH
One
BRIXTON CARTER
“Jesus fucking christ!” I mutter. Clenching the rag I’m using to wipe down the bar, I stop to stare at the woman who has been haunting my fantasies since she showed up with her brother and his crew a week ago. She has no business being in a place like this. And what in the actual goddamn fuck is she wearing now? She has on a black summer dress with tiny white flowers all over it. The tiny straps are holding up her full tits and the thing only goes a few inches past her ass. That ass, fuck. I swear her dresses keep getting shorter and her cleavage is getting deeper every day that passes. Seeing her in here night after night is doing a number on my restraint.
It’s nine-thirty on a Saturday night and Spanky’s, the bar and grill I manage, is packed to the gills and getting rowdier by the minute. The men here have been working all week and are primed and looking for someone to take home to blow off some steam with. I’m not the only one who has noticed her. I clock five of them ready to make their move as she walks by, but one look at me and they sit their asses back down. I dare some son of a bitch to touch her. The minute they do the death glares I’ve been throwing them will no longer be a warning.
Marching her sweet ass up to the bar like she has every right to be here, she sits in a seat that’s been made available by one of the swinging dicks looking to score a piece of her sweetness. “Another Shirley Temple?” I ask her, knowing she’s not old enough to have anything harder.
Rubbing her pink glossy lips together, she bites her bottom lip, drawing me into her spell, making my dick harder than it’s ever been. “I’d like a rum and coke, please.” She tells me, her husky voice all but draining the blood from my head and shooting down south. But then what she ordered sinks in and I’m reminded about why this, us, her and me, is such a clusterfuck of epic proportions.
“Sure thing.” I deadpan. I grab a plastic cup and fill it with ice before putting some coke and grenadine in it, then top it off with a cherry and a straw.
Placing the cup in front of her she glares at me and purses her lips together then pushes the drink back to me. “You forgot the rum.”
“Go back and sit with your brother, little girl. Come back in a few years when your ID is legit and says you’re twenty-one.” I push the drink back to her, but she storms off without it, her fists clenched at her sides. I don’t miss the look of embarrassment covering her face when she leaves, but I don’t dwell on it, I can’t. I meant what I said. She shouldn’t be here, not with these type of men filling the bar ready to steal the innocence running through her veins. I should beat Canton’s ass for letting his sister run all over him and do as she pleases. Pres wouldn’t be very happy with me though if I did that. Nope, he wants us to play nice. We’ve got an alliance with his crew, I can’t mess that up. Not with the way things have been going lately. We need all the help we can get.
“That wasn’t very nice Carter.” Lydia coos, running her hand up my arm from across the bar. Her inch long fake nails do nothing but make my stomach turn. Lydia is a regular here at Spanky’s and isn’t shy about being interested in me, or any guy willing to give her some attention.
I pull my arm out of her grasp. “Knock that shit off Lydia. I told you I wasn’t interested the last ten times you tried.”
She leans over the bar, getting closer, letting the top of her tits spill out of the front of her strapless leather top. “We’d be so good together Carter.” She slurs, smelling like the cheap liquor she’s been drinking tonight. “You need a woman like me to take care of you, treat you right. I’d let you do anything, I’m talking anything, you want to me. I have some friends that could join us too if that’s what you’re into.”
No one knows what the fuck I’m into. I talk a big game and even flirt with the girls at the bar some, but it’s just for show. She sits up slowly and runs her hands down her sides. I’m sure she thinks she looks sexy, hell she probably is to some of the guys in here, but not to me. “Whoops.” She giggles when her top falls down a little too far and her fake tits pop out, just hanging out in the open, like being in a bar topless is normal.
I look away not in the least bit interested. When I do, I spot Georgia sitting with her brother and his crew. They’re deep in conversation but she’s in a dead stare at me and Lydia. Judging by her expression, she saw everything that just went down. She’s pissed and hurt and for some reason I feel guilty, even though I’ve done nothing wrong. I’ve been doing my best to stay away from Georgia, even though that’s the last thing I want. The hurt in her eyes cuts me deep, deeper than it probably should.
Georgia shoves away from the table and stands up. She shares a few words with her brother and the few men sitting at his table. One of the fucks, Drake, grabs her hand, but she pulls away and walks to the dance floor.
I watch as she sways to the rock song playing, her back to me. She hasn’t looked at me, but I know there’s only one person she’s dancing for. She’s barely dancing ten seconds before some asshole has his arm wrapped around her waist and pulling her against him. She looks over, directly at me, then back at the asshole who’s touching what’s mine and smiles up at him. I swear to God, she better not fucking let him touch her. When she turns in his arms and begins to dance with him I’m done.
“Fuck!” I throw the rag on the bar top. Jenny and Tom can handle the bar. I need to handle this woman.
No one gets to touch her. She doesn’t know what she’s doing, doesn’t know the kind of man I am or what I’d do to anyone who thinks they can lay claim to what my fucked up brain thinks should only be mine. I clear the bar and am about to storm out to where she’s swaying when Pres steps in my path.
“Carter.” Pres stops me, a hand to my chest, a warning in his tone.
I raise my eyebrow and puff out my chest. “Pres?” I counter.
“What are you doing man?”
“You know what the fuck I’m doing. Hence you’re here, stopping me from doing it.” I throw back not giving any fucks that I’m disrespecting the president of my MC.
“You think about this? All the way through I mean. She isn’t just some chick at the bar, she’s Canton’s baby sister. His eighteen-year-old sister. The only one he has. If you go there, it’s not just a one-time thing. You ready for that?” He questions.
I push past him heading straight towards her, but like the coward I am, I turn right, going down the hall and directly out the back door to the parking lot. The cool air hits me in the face, but the anger rolling through me has my blood pumping and the night air is barely registering on my radar. I kick the gravel around and start screaming. The rage I usually contain, that no one has seen, is showing itself and I can’t reign it in. Walking past the dumpster to my bike, I stop and punch the side of it over and over, leaving large dents where I’ve pounded my fists.
I’m no use to anyone in the state I’m in. I
text Tom that I’ve been called away and I need him to close Spanky’s down tonight. Then I hop on my Harley and drive off. Fucking hell, when is Canton’s Crew leaving? I might just need to take off until they’re gone.
Two
GEORGIA CANTON
The moment I see Carter walk away from the bar I push the guy I’m dancing with away from me and start to go after him. I don’t know what I was thinking of dancing with some stranger like that. Ok, that’s a lie. I was acting like some jealous teenager wanting to get back at a boy by making him as jealous as I felt. The problem is, Carter is a man, and I can’t compete with women like the one that was hanging all over him a few minutes ago.
“Where are you going honey? Get your sweet ass back here.” The guy I was using a second ago grabs my hand and pulls me back to him, but I’m not having any of that.
“Get off of me,” I shout, but this only makes him laugh at me and grind his less than sizeable dick against my ass, as he holds my arms behind my back. Fear pricks at my insides for a brief second. If I were someone else I might be freaking out, but I’m prepared for assholes like him, my brother Tyce made sure of it. I see one of my brother’s men stand up and start to make his way over, but I shake my head at him. I can take care of this myself.
Instead of fighting the man who thinks he has the upper hand, I start moving with him, pressing my body against his, making him think he’s won. The more we move, his grip on me loosens. He slides his hands around my stomach and I turn in his hold. Men are so fucking predictable. He thinks I’m into him, that I want his hands touching me, his body rubbing against me. Wrong. That’s the last thing I want, but after seeing that skank touch Carter I lost it, momentarily. I needed to show Carter it didn’t mean anything to me. Except that it did, it meant everything.
“There you go baby, just like that. How about giving me a kiss?”
Standing on my tiptoes, I lean in close and right before he kisses me I grab his balls and squeeze. He lunges for me and I punch him in the nose before he can grab me though.
“You stupid bitch!” He roars, holding his nose with blood pouring down his face. He’s about to lunge for me again when he stops and his eyes go wide.
“Next time a lady tells you to let her go, I suggest you listen. Get the fuck out of my bar. You’re no longer welcome here. If I see you in Spanky’s again I’ll personally see to it that you aren’t walking away next time.” Ryker, the president of the Steel Daggers MC says from behind me. The guy looks like he wants to say something, but a glare from Rock, the Steel Dagger’s Sergeant At Arms has him shutting his mouth.
Two seconds later Rock is hauling Mr. Grabby hands out of the bar.
“Let’s go, Georgie,” Tyce, my brother, calls from behind me. He looks pissed, but he won’t ream me out in front of others, he’s more controlled than that. He’ll save it for when we’re alone and he can really let me have it. Just fucking great.
“You’re welcome to use my office, Canton,” Ryker tells him.
I look up at the large tatted-up biker. “I’m sorry Ryker. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” I tell the man who has been nothing but welcoming to me and my family.
“No worries girl.” He says, with his muscular arm wrapped around his very pregnant wife. Anyone who looks at them knows, immediately how he feels about his wife.
Emersen, who is closer in age to me than her scary husband, smiles and rests her hand on my arm putting me at ease. “Georgia, if you need someone to talk to later, you’ve got my number. Don’t hesitate to use it.”
“Thanks Emersen, I might just do that,” I say, then follow my brother down the hall and into Ryker’s office and wait with my back to him. He slams the door shut and I flinch. Turning to face him, I wait for him to give me the tongue lashing he thinks I deserve.
“What the hell were you thinking tonight Georgie? You walked onto that dance floor and let some asshole put his hands all over you. Then you danced with him like you’re some biker slut ready to be fucked in the back parking lot right before you showed him his ass.” He roars.
“Nothing! It was nothing, Tyce.” I groan, embarrassed by my behavior.
“Don’t give me that. Ever since we got here you have been acting weird. Even Drake has noticed.”
I roll my eyes. “Drake notices everything and shouldn’t be running to you and tattling like a little girl.”
“Watch it Georgia. He’s only doing as I’ve asked him to do. Drake is a good guy, one who has made it clear how he feels about you, but has kept his distance out of respect for me and your age.”
I’m pacing the office with my arms crossed over my chest, but stop when he drops that bombshell on me. Drake wants me? He has always been protective of me, but I never thought his motivations were anything more than brotherly concern. He’s a great looking man, hell all of my brother’s crew are attractive, just not to me. Ewww no. That would be like boinking my brother, and that’s just gross. That being said, any woman would be lucky to have them in their beds and calling them theirs. How the hell didn’t I realize Drake was interested in me? I put that little nugget in my back pocket, not sure what to do with it. I’d rather just forget that he said it, but I know I’ll remember it the next time I see him. Fuck my life.
It’s obvious I’ve zoned out when I look up and see Tyce pacing a hole in the floor, his arms flying about as he continues to yell at me. “I’m serious Georgia. Where did you find these clothes? I didn’t even think you owned a dress, much less one like that.”
My stomach twists and shame starts to take hold of me. I didn’t think the clothes I picked were inappropriate. Maybe more girly and a little revealing, but nothing like the women I’ve seen around here are wearing. “Emersen took me shopping with her and the girls a few days ago. I didn’t think the dresses looked that bad.” I say quietly, starting to double guess the decisions I’ve been making since I got here.
He continues, ignoring what I’ve said. “Then I hear that you’ve been flirting with Ryker’s men. I didn’t even think you were interested in dating! Let alone dating men like them.”
I cross my arms over my chest and arch an eyebrow at him, tired of his shit. “One man, Tyce. Just one.” I say holding my finger up at him. “I’m not some cheap whore, brother.” I sneer.
He stops his pacing and looks at me, realizing what he’s said. “Shit Georgie. I’m sorry I -”
I interrupt him. “I thought you respected Ryker and his MC? You went on and on about all the good they’ve been doing for this town. You made them out to be avenging angels clad in leather, not some dirty bikers.”
Tyce sighs and rubs his hand down his face. “I do respect the club, but these men aren’t right for a girl like you. They are too-”
Oh, I see what he’s getting at. What the real root of the problem is. “What the hell is that supposed to mean Tyce? A girl like me? Is there something wrong with me?” I ask, flinging my arms out, gesturing at my body, daring him to say it. I know what he’s thinking and I shouldn’t be giving him a hard time about it, but I am. I’m tired of him looking at me like I’m some broken girl.
There it is. That look. The one he always gives me. I hate that fucking look. Every time I see it on his face it kills a small piece inside of me. “Of course there isn’t Georgie. Damn it, you just need to be careful.”
My anger fades and a sour, bitter feeling replaces it. Who can be mad when your only family pities you? “You’re right. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’ll be in my room.” I say and walk to the door.
“Georgie, wait. I wasn’t trying to upset you.”
I give him a small smile, the only one I can manage right now. “I know. I just need to be alone. It’s probably best anyway. It’s been an exciting night already. No need to work myself up.”
I walk out of the office and out the back door. Before I go down to our rooms, the ones in the bunker under Spanky’s. I take a long look at the back parking lot searching for Carter’s bike, but I don’t see it. I
can’t believe he left. Why? Was he upset? This shouldn’t excite me, shouldn’t leave a small spark of hope in my chest, but it does. I was sure he was storming towards me until Ryker got in his path. Whatever Ryker said to him had him walking in the opposite direction leaving me to deal with the mess I made on my own. I shouldn’t be messing around with a man when I’m barely a woman, but I can’t help myself. There’s something about the man. He drives those around him crazy with his ill-timed comments and he’s a burly brute when it comes to me, but there’s so much more to him than that. There’s a man in there I’m dying to get to know. Hell, I’m just a foolish girl with a crush. It’s best I put it behind me. We’ll be leaving eventually and whatever I felt will be in the past just like these few weeks we’ll spend here.
I enter the code to the basement and the door makes a clicking sound letting me know it’s unlocked. I push through the door and don’t bother locking it. The lock will re-engage once the door closes. I begin my walk down two flights of stairs and hear the steel door swing shut behind me. The place is deserted, all of the club brothers are either upstairs or off doing whatever it is they do on a Saturday night.
I’m surprised by how quiet it is down here since it’s under a rowdy bar, but I guess I shouldn’t be. The bunker is like another world, all geeked out with the latest technology and upgraded with the best of the best. You’d think it was a mansion if it wasn’t all underground. The guys did an amazing job, and staying here for the last week has been a serious upgrade from the places we have been staying for the past two years. It’s not that we can’t afford to stay in nice hotels, but those require putting down a credit card that ties us to a location. We end up staying in the shittiest motels that will take cash so we can fly under the radar.
