Breaking Weston (Bloody Saints MC Book 3)

by Roxanne Greening

  “Don’t fuck with me, Alanna. Where are you?”

  His voice has taken on this take no prisoners tone.

  “Up the hill around the mountain and over the rainbow,” I replied with a huff.

  “Alanna,” he growled.

  “When you see the unicorn? Then you know you’re getting warmer,” I sing-song.

  I wasn’t going to share my location, no matter what he said.

  “You better be fucking alone,” his voice got darker and rougher.

  “Well, I guess I’ll tell the basketball team to come next week instead,” I replied.

  “Alanna,” I could hear the warning in his tone.

  “Oh, but wait, that’s the football teams time,” I continued on a cheery note.

  “I’m going to paddle your ass,” he tells me calmly.

  I should take the hint and stop there, but I was on a roll, and so over his bullshit.

  “I got a thank you card yesterday from the soccer team. It seems like getting around really can be fun,” I tell Reyes coldly.

  I was reminding him that I remembered the redhead, and I wasn’t going to let this go.

  “I mean you know about getting around, right? Well Reyes, thanks for a good time and all, but I have others waiting,” I tell him sweetly.

  I didn’t wait to hear if he had anything to say. I just pulled the phone from my ear and disconnected the line. Reaching around I patted myself on the back for a job well done.

  Not only did I get the last word, but I also gave him a few things to think about all the while making it very clear. This thing was over, and I wasn’t a weak pushover.

  Wanting Ryan

  Grimm Brothers Book 2

  Prologue:

  Two Years Ago.

  We were lying on the grass, our bare stomachs were pressed firmly on the soft, green blades of grass, crushing them into the dirt. I knew we would have red marks and little dents in our skin exactly where the grass was touching us.

  The sun kissed our backs warming our skin as we sunbathed in our bikinis. Alanna was trying hard to get a tan, but for me it was effortless. I loved my natural skin tone, and it was something I know she hated.

  I laughed as Alanna tried to flip a page of the magazine she was trying to read. Although, a light breeze caught it making it difficult for her.

  I laughed harder when she glared in my direction. Being the good friend that I was, I tried hard to lighten her dower mood.

  “How’s the test coming?” I asked, my voice was filled with the humor that was bubbling within.

  “I’m never going to have a boyfriend!” She sighed.

  “That bad?” My voice that was once filled with laughter turned into concern.

  “Your man will be a tattooed, leather wearing, beer drinking, motorcycle riding bad boy,” she tells me with a snarl of frustration followed by a sigh of disgust.

  “It seems even the magazines have it out for you!” I laughed harder when she tossed it at me.

  My best friend and almost sister, Alanna was trying to find her dream man. In other words, her future.

  “I mean really, what sixteen-year-old finds Mr. Right?” I asked her, my voice quiet.

  I knew she was hurting and that something had changed in her. It was something she wouldn’t share with me, and it was eating away at our bond like metal chipping away at wood. One thin little sliver at a time.

  “Please B,” she begged for me to understand.

  But I didn’t, how could I? I’ve never met anyone who turned my head, let alone an ‘I will never look anywhere else’ kind of someone.

  “Al,” I sighed, using the nickname that I rarely used.

  “No, I get it,” she said.

  I can tell she didn’t. She may have love in her eyes and a white picket fence in her future, but for me? I didn’t know what the fuck I wanted. I knew one thing, when I did find it, I would latch the fuck on like a dog with lockjaw and not let go.

  I didn’t know he was coming around the corner, and that the something I was thinking about would be my brother’s best friend. That they would both be sporting matching leather vests. My brother was basically raised in the club life, the president took him under his wing years ago. So, I wasn’t surprised to see him wearing it.

  Alanna looked up and quickly looked away while I couldn’t keep my eyes away from my brother’s friend. My eyes were locked in like heat-seeking missiles. I inhaled harshly, and my breath started to burn my lungs and throat as I sucked in deeply.

  Chapter 1

  Ryan

  Two Years Ago.

  We got patched in today, and I was smiling as I followed Reyes into his backyard. It was a place that I’ve never been before since he liked to keep us away from his little sister.

  As we rounded the corner, I noticed two women laying in the grass laughing as they soaked in the heat from the sun. One had dark hair and it sucked up the light giving it an almost dark blue hue.

  She was hard not to notice. Her friend was the complete opposite of her with blond hair. She looked like a little angel as she swatted at the other girl with a magazine.

  They reminded me of the good and the bad. An angel on your shoulder and the naughty little devil on the other. I watched as her eyes met mine, and they flashed with something I knew all too well. Desire.

  “Eyes the fuck off, I’d hate to have to kill a brother,” Reyes’s deep voice was low as he snarled the words at me.

  Not that I blamed him. Shit, if I had these two at home, I would lock the fucking doors and kill any fucker who even thought of breathing in their general direction.

  “I get it, man,” I tell him clapping him on the shoulder as we made our way to the mini bar out by the back door.

  “She’s getting older. How the fuck am I going to keep the men out of her pants?” He asked me.

  Looking at him I turned and followed his line of sight. I wasn’t so sure he was referring to his sister.

  “So, the blond? She’s a hot little thing,” I tell him.

  His eyes darkened in anger. I could see the need to put me through a wall. It was the way he shifted and let his eyes settle back on me.

  “Both of them are off the fucking table. Not only are the girls sixteen…” Reyes didn’t finish.

  I laughed as I turned to see what had him all twisted and all but groaned as the blond reached around and adjusted her bikini bottoms to cover more of her ass.

  But it wasn’t her that had my dick hardening. No, it was the dark-haired little she-devil. She moved her bikini top to show more of her breasts. Her blue-green eyes flashed at me daring me to take her right there in front of everyone.

  Fuck! She was going to get someone killed. If I didn’t get my shit together, I was going to be one of the unlucky bastards who would meet their end at the crook of her pretty little finger.

  “Fuck!” Reyes growled quietly, too low for the two girls to hear.

  I wanted to agree but knew I would be sporting a black eye if I did. My eyes cast her way again, and I knew I was fucked.

  Chapter 2

  Bianca

  Two Years Ago.

  He was here again. My heart stumbled in my chest as my sixteen-year-old mind went into overdrive. My feet drew me closer before my brain rationalized what I was doing.

  Ryan had a beer pressed to his lips with his back pressed against the edge of the counter behind him. He looked to be propping himself up against it.

  I felt Ryan’s heat as I closed the space between us and smiled in triumph. He gulped a little harder on his last pull of beer as my skin brushed his. I then turned towards him and lifted my head back to get a better view.

  I watched as his throat muscles worked up and down as he continued to drink his beer. Ryan didn’t even pause to take a breath. I loved the way his tan skin looked with the rough growth of today’s beard.

  “Been a while,” I tell him with a smirk.

  I could see what I was doing to him, and how I affected him. I knew he felt it too! T
here was a pull to be closer and touch. Alanna was upstairs waiting for me, and I knew I wasn’t a good friend. I knew she would understand and probably come looking for me if I stayed much longer.

  “Bianca,” he sighed.

  He sounded like he was frustrated with me, but I could see the evidence. His cock was hard, and he wanted me.

  “Ryan,” I replied.

  “Look, you’re a sweet kid, but this shit can’t happen,” he tells me. He pointed the top of the bottle in my direction before pointing back at himself, to be clear that we were what he was talking about.

  Something inside of me dimmed a little. A crushing weight was added to my chest. I wouldn’t lie, it hurt like a bitch.

  “Go find someone your own age,” he tells me.

  He may say those words, but I heard the growl in his voice and the anger in his tone. It was also the way his hand gripped the beer bottle a little tighter in an almost strangling hold. His skin turning whiter under pressure.

  I had so many words swirling around in my head, but none of them were able to form a sentence. And nothing came out of my mouth. What did one say to that?

  “I won’t be too young forever,” I tell him harshly.

  So, the words finally formed and gave me something useful.

  “Yeah, but you will always be Reyes little sister,” he countered, and without waiting for my not-so-great comeback, he disappeared into the backyard.

  I wanted to tell Ryan that he could run forever, and I will continue to chase him. That sounded stalkerish with a little dose of crazy. Defiantly not the wisest thing to say. Without a word to his retreating back, I turned away from the man I knew was my future and headed back upstairs.

  There was a party in the backyard, and I wasn’t so sure I wanted to witness the events that I knew deep down were going to play out. Some other woman was going to get to touch him and feel him deep inside her. Knowing it was hard, witnessing it was another form of hell, and I wouldn’t wish that on my own enemies.

  Chapter 3

  Ryan

  Two Years Ago.

  I was fighting the need to grab her arm and pull her in close. I wanted to feel her heat against me. I would lower my head, and rub my nose up the side of her neck smelling her.

  I bet she smelled fucking delicious. I wanted to feel her curves pressed against me. I was a sick fuck, and I needed to be taken out and shot.

  Reyes was watching me. He knew I wanted her, and that she wanted me. I nodded to him letting him know there was no way I would fuck his sister. Not only was she too young he was my brother and that shit would fuck up what we had.

  One of the club’s sweets came walking in my direction as I left the kitchen. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she pulled me in close as she rubbed her fake tits across my chest.

  Cradling her ass in my hand, I pull her closer. Her high pitch giggles grated on my nerves. I wanted the sweet sounds that came from Bianca. Shit, I was so fucked.

  “Is that shit going to be a problem?” Reyes deep voice was filled with dark concern.

  “No,” I tell him honestly.

  “She’s my kid sister,” he tells me like I didn’t already know.

  “No shit,” I replied dryly.

  Whatever her name was Jess? Jane? Fuck, I didn’t care. All I knew was she was going to help me forget about Bianca.

  Chapter 4

  Bianca

  Two Years Ago.

  Josh was watching me, and I stared back. Didn’t he get it? I would never be his. I belonged to someone else, even if that someone didn’t want me.

  Alanna was laughing against her hand. She would find this funny. My locker pressed against my back and the cold metal heated under my skin.

  “Why hasn’t he looked away?” She whispered, her voice was husky from her silent laughter.

  “Because he’s a boy who doesn’t understand that I want a man,” I tell her, my voice was a little louder then it should have been. Not that I cared.

  “Who’s picking us up today?” Alanna asked, her voice was filled with the excitement that I knew she felt for my brother.

  “I don’t know,” I tell her truthfully, but I know who I wanted to pick me up.

  “Oh,” her voice fell a little, and it was filled with disappointment. I know she thought I didn’t hear it, but I understood her pain.

  Someone slammed into the locker next to us with enough force that my hair lifted from the breeze.

  “You coming tonight?” a male voice asked.

  Turning my head, I look at Greg and laughed.

  “Going where?” I tell him, my voice strained.

  “To the party,” he growled.

  Greg was another of the boys who wanted in my navy-blue panties. Turning, I looked at Alanna. Who only shrugged her shoulders.

  “There’s going to be beer,” he tells us in excitement.

  I shrug again, I could get that at home. I watched as Alanna covered her smile behind her hand, she knew it too.

  “You should come,” he sounded a little put out and maybe even a little desperate.

  I watched as Alanna gave me a nod. Maybe we both needed some normal.

  “Yeah, we’ll be there,” I tell him with a smile.

  “Fuck, yeah! It’s at Geek’s house!” He shouted as he ran off leaving Alanna and me to stare after him with amused smiles.

  Josh was still watching me. His eyes were dark as they skimmed over my body. I shuddered, and it wasn’t in a good way. It was at the thought of those hands touching me. Didn’t he get it? I was never going to be his. I was starting to wonder if he ever would.

  “Can’t wait for next year,” Alanna mumbled.

  I got that. In a few months, I’ll be seventeen. Then the next year we’ll both be eighteen and finally be finished with this school. Maybe then Ryan will notice me?

  Chapter 5

  Bianca

  Two Years Ago.

  The party was in full swing as we walked into the room. Gunner had been the one to pick us up today since my brother was gone. Gunner grumbled a hello, not that I blamed the man. He was in a car when he would much rather be on his bike with the wind running through his hair and the sun beating down on his body. The sun helped to keep away the chill that he got when the wind whipped around him. Gunner didn’t linger after we got out of the car. He was quick to head off, not that I blamed him.

  Shaking the memory free, I looked around. People were stumbling around while others danced to the music pulsing around the house. The party had been going on for a while now.

  I felt eyes on me as soon as I entered the building and they haven’t left me. I scanned the room again looking for the cause of my discomfort and somewhat already guessed who it was. Greg appeared and squeezed in between Alanna and I. His arms swung up and went over our shoulders as he pulled us in close.

  “So glad you made it!” He shouted to be heard over the base.

  My eyes once again took in the scene around us. People were kissing in the corners while others climbed the stairs with a knowing smile on their faces. They were heading up to one of the bedrooms.

  A cup was thrust into my fingers, and the red plastic cup was cool to my touch. Alanna also had a cup and was looking into its contents like it was filled with spiders. The thought of those eight-legged hairy freaks had me shuddering.

  “Josh has been asking about you,” Greg whispered into my ear.

  I snarled in frustration. It was never going to happen between Josh and I. The sooner he realized this, the sooner he could get the fuck over it. I was over it.

  Turning, I glared at Greg. “Has he now?” I drawled making sure my annoyance was loud and clear.

  My fingers clenched around the cold plastic and brought it to my lips. Tonight was a night to forget. I was going to forget Ryan, and I was also going to forget Josh.

  I tipped the cup back and felt the bitter cold beer slide down my throat. I didn’t let it up until it was completely empty.

  Alanna was watching me in conce
rn. The music was moving through me now, and I felt my hips start to swing. Greg laughed as he released me.

  “Fucking right,” he laughed.

  My hips swayed again as it felt like the alcohol was rushing to my head. It was intoxicating in more ways than one. Another cup was brought to me, and I quickly chugged it as well.

  Alanna swung out from under Greg’s arm and twisted around to me.

  “Slow down, B,” she tells me, her voice filled with concern.

  “Don’t worry, Al,” I tell her with a sigh.

  She nodded seeming to understand more than I was telling her. I needed a night that was just about me. A night that I could numb the pain from the loss that I felt. A chunk of my soul was missing, and it would be forgotten.

  Chapter 6

  Ryan

  Two Years Ago.

  The sound of my phone dinged again. I was ignoring everything tonight. Giving up I pulled it from my pocket. The beer I was drinking was set aside as I read the messages.

  Alanna: We need you.

  Two minutes later.

  Alanna: She’s drunk.

  Five minutes later.

  Alanna: I can’t get her to stop drinking. What do I do?

  Three minutes later.

  Alanna: I need your help things are getting out of hand.

  Six minutes later.

  Alanna: Someone tried to take her upstairs.

  Four minutes later.

  Alanna: Okay now my hand is on fire. He will be sporting a black eye. Get. Here. Now!

  One minute later.

  Alanna: 539 state street tan house big u-shaped driveway. Please, Ryan, I can’t call Reyes, he’ll kill someone.

  Another three minutes. This was the message that had me pulling out my phone.

  Alanna: Oh god she’s trying to take off her clothes! Help me!

  Before I could respond it was ringing. Alanna’s number flashed across the screen. My hand had tightened around the phone, and it creaked under the pressure as my anger warred with fear inside of me.