by Kasey Krane
I pulled her into my apartment and we were kissing like two wild animals ready to devour each other.
“I fuckin’ love you!” I said when we parted for air.
I pushed her with my body till she fell back on the couch.
“Daddy planned everything. He staged the whole attack. He wanted me to be kidnapped for some time. For the media to report on it so he could gain the sympathy vote.” She was speaking breathlessly.
Sabrina was on the couch and I covered her body with mine. I held her face between my hands.
“He will never come anywhere close to you now. I am never letting you go,” I growled.
“Spike…if everything had gone according to his plan tonight. You would be dead. Or seriously injured. He hired you so you could be written off as a casualty of the incident. To make it seem realistic.” She sounded distressed and I didn’t want her to be. I kissed her mouth, and my hands stroked her tits, her stomach. I wanted to taste and touch every inch of her body.
“It doesn’t fuckin’ matter anymore, Sabrina. I’m fine. He’s not going to get to us.”
She threw her arms around me, clung to me, kissed my shoulders. My hands wound around her, traveled down to her ass and I pulled up her pretty pink dress. I cupped her milky sweet ass, tugging at the dainty fabric of her panties.
“I never should have doubted you, Spike. I will never doubt you again.”
“Are you sure you want this life?” I asked as my hands traveled to the front of her. She sank back in the couch, spreading her legs apart, inviting me in. I was stroking the wet spot in her panties, right in the hot center between her legs.
“I have never been more sure of anything in my life. This is what I want and I want to be with you.”
I kept my eyes on her as I undid my belt and pushed down my pants. I grabbed my throbbing cock and thrust it deep inside her. We groaned together as I reached into her. Into that sweet tight spot of her.
I fucked her hard, deep. The couch moved with us…thus thud thud… as I plowed my cock into her. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I thrust in and in and in. I loved watching her tits bounce under me. I loved how her mouth parted, how she licked her lips with her strawberry pink tongue. We were going to come together. Explode.
The next morning, I woke up on the floor.
I had fucked Sabrina so many times that everything was now a haze. However, I woke up knowing that she had slept in my arms last night and that was enough. I looked about and noticed she wasn’t around. An instant fear took hold of me and I jumped up.
Completely naked, I ran into my bedroom and found her sitting on my bed in nothing but a towel wrapped around her head. She had just taken a shower. She smiled when she saw me but she was on the phone.
“Yes, thank you, tomorrow at three. See you then.” She spoke in a clipped formal tone and ended the call quickly.
I wanted to demand who she was speaking to but I held back. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel as if she had just exited one trapped relationship and entered another one. I wanted to keep her safe, not control her. I would have to work on my own insecurities and feelings for her and find the right balance.
“That was Natasha Songfield. The columnist for Scoop.”
“Scoop?”
“The online news agency. You’ve heard of them?” she asked and walked toward me. She came directly into my arms and I wrapped her up. She felt velvety soft, fresh, and clean and everything nice.
“What were you doing talking to a journalist?” I asked, snuggling into her shoulders, nibbling on her earlobe. She was grinning when she pulled away.
“I’ve decided it’s time I bring him down.”
“Him?”
“Daddy.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to talk to this woman. Tell her everything I know. She will know what to do with the information. I want everyone to know who he is and what he is capable of. This city deserves better than a mayor like him.”
I breathed in deeply. This would also mean a lot of spotlight on her, which might lead to me.
“Are you okay with this?” she asked when she noticed my hesitation.
“If this is what you’ve gotta do, then this is what you should do,” I replied.
Sabrina leaned in closer, our lips meeting again in a slow, burning kiss. When I looked into her eyes, I could see them glistening.
“You have no idea how hard I’ve fallen for you,” she said.
“I think I have some idea.”
I pulled her up, settling her in my arms as she giggled. I carried her to the bed where we sank in, our limbs tangling. I didn’t think I was capable of feeling this way about someone. Especially about someone like her. I didn’t know how well she was going to integrate into my world and if she would even like it here with me, but I damned well was going to try. I wasn’t about to let her go.
I brought Sabrina to the clubhouse. Drax had called Church so I knew everyone would be there. When they saw us enter together, my brothers nodded their heads in acknowledgement. Mary-Beth and Sophie nudged each other and had big smiles on their faces. It was pretty obvious to everyone that I had claimed her. Sabrina was officially my woman now.
But this meeting wasn’t about Sabrina.
We were all waiting for Eagle to be brought in. The Presidents and senior members of three other MCs including the Granite Apostles were present here too. We were going to hold trial and give him the punishment he deserved.
In the corner of the room, Crash was sitting in a chair, the ex-President of the Silver Knights. The man who had trusted and put all his confidence in Eagle. He was now a recovering heroin addict and needed constant therapy and help. He was a broken man.
Sabrina stayed close by me. Sometimes, she pressed my hand. There was an eerie silence in the clubhouse till the moment that Eagle was brought in. He had chains on his wrists and ankles. He was led in by Ghost and Bolt.
When we saw Eagle, an instant murmur of anger broke out. Eagle’s actions had hurt everyone in this room. Most of us physically. The bastard felt no remorse. He had no moral rules. He was hungry for power and money and didn’t deserve to be part of any MC.
Drax was presiding over the trial. He ordered silence in the room and called for three men from each of the MCs present as witnesses. When they spoke, it resulted in uproar from the crowd. In the end it was Mary-Beth and Mercy’s turns. They spoke passionately about all the shit that Eagle had caused. How he had affected their lives, what they had seen.
The end result was pretty obvious. He was guilty. There was no doubt about it. Drax hadn’t discussed the punishment with us yet, but we were all hoping for the same outcome - we wanted to see the motherfucker dead.
“I sentence him to life,” Drax commanded.
There was uproar in the clubhouse again. This was not what everyone wanted. I felt a wave of rage pass through me too. Sabrina looked up at me.
“What does that mean?” she asked.
“He will be a slave to us and the other MCs present here. He will serve time between each of our Clubs for the rest of his life and will have no rights or demands. He will be constantly watched.”
I could see the splash of relief on her face. She was probably the only one besides Eagle here who was relieved to hear the verdict. She didn’t want to be present when a man was sentenced to death.
I pulled her into my arms and held her close.
“The rest of your life is not going to be easy here, Sabrina. Eagle made it out easy but not everyone will. We have a pretty strict justice system here. We have rules.”
She nodded.
“I’m ready. I can do it. I’ll learn,” she replied and I had no choice but to kiss her. She was right, she would learn, and she would always have me there beside her.
20
Sabrina
One month later
We were standing in the middle of the foyer of the house. My old house. Cherie was working with the other staf
f and they were packing up everything. Spike was standing to the side, watching everything, keeping an eye on all of it. This felt like the old times when he used to follow me around the house everywhere.
“What are you going to do with all this stuff? You know there’s no room for it in my apartment,” he said when I went to him.
“I’m donating it. All of it. There’s a Women’s Aid organization that do good work and I know they can use the money,” I replied. I made the decision last night. “And I’m going to use the proceeds of the sale of the house to start my own business. A clothing line.”
This was a recent development too. I’d been thinking about the idea for a while and didn’t want to tell Spike until I had made the final decision. Now that I was with the MC and didn’t have to live with my father, I could do whatever I wanted. I knew I would have Spike’s support.
“Clothing line! That sounds fancy!”
“Nothing fancy. Just some inspirations I’ve had to merge high fashion with street wear.”
“Like a combination of you and Sophie?” he asked and we both smiled. Apart from Spike, she was the person I felt closest to in the world.
The last month had been a rollercoaster ride to say the least. I was formally and quickly inundated into the Iron Thunder MC. It took some getting used to. Spike had fully recovered from his injury so he was getting more heavily involved in the MC’s work. He was gone for long hours, often I didn’t know where.
The other girls at the clubhouse were my support system. I hung out with them at the bar, and it was Sophie who usually gave me the advice I needed.
Shit had hit the fan as far as Daddy was concerned.
When the news of his corruption and manipulations was released by the news agency online, he was quickly brought to trial and forced to step down from his post. The city was charging him with fraud and corruption. Evidence was being gathered, and he was due to appear in court in a few weeks. And it was all because of me. That was a hard pill to swallow, even though this was exactly what I wanted.
“Do you know what I thought of you that first night?” Spike asked. He had noticed I was lost in thought. I looked at him with a smile.
“I thought you were a rough biker dude who wouldn’t know how to behave himself around me. And I was right!” I exclaimed.
Spike slipped his arm around mine and started tugging me in the direction of the stairs.
“And I thought you were a spoiled brat, little precious daddy’s girl without any manners. I was right too,” he said and I hit him lightly on his arm.
As reaction to that, he swung me up in his arms, making me squeal with surprise. I wrapped my arm around his neck as he started climbing up the steps. I know exactly where we were going.
“And from the moment I saw you, I knew I wanted to do very specific things to you,” he continued. I could feel myself blushing. “And then you had to get in your underwear and make it impossible for me to hide my hunger for you,” he growled.
We were outside my old bedroom door now. He kicked it open and we went in, kissing and feeling each other up.
“You can do whatever you want to now,” I said and he threw me on the bed. With one swift move, he had ripped off my dress. I pulled off his jacket and worked on his belt as he got on top of me.
For one last time, he was going to take me in this room. For old time’s sake. He flipped me around and pulled down my panties so he could push his big cock into me. Quickly and hard. I loved the way he felt inside me. I kept my eyes open, staring at the walls of my bedroom, feeling the coolness of the satin sheets on my skin.
I pushed into him and he went deeper, wrapping his thick muscular arm around my neck so he could fuck me harder.
Afterwards, we put on our clothes and kissed and smiled as we went back down. Cherie and the others had finally finished packing everything up. I gave Cherie a hug and told her to keep in touch. She had my phone number now.
Spike loaded up the truck he had driven us in and I gave him the address to the organization.
Once the stuff was dropped off, I was done. I would never have to return to this house again. My new home was the apartment I shared with my man. I had a second home and that was Fifth Gear, the MC clubhouse where the others were waiting. Spike had his brothers and I had my sisterhood. Finally, I had found a tribe of people who actually cared about me. Who believed in my capabilities as a person, more than just for my looks. I couldn’t wait to go back there so I could tell them I was done with my old life. I knew we would all have a drink to that.
Along with all the dangers and the uncertainties that came with being the woman of Iron Thunder’s Enforcer, I also got to live every day like one long celebration. It was a party.
About Kasey Krane
Kasey Krane is a tattoo artist living in the beautiful (and hot) state of Texas. She enjoys drawing but writing has recently become a new passion for her. Especially when it's too damn hot to do anything outside. Whiskey neat is her drink of choice and she's never met a truck she doesn't like. Enjoy her bad boys, she sure does.
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More Books by Kasey Krane
Bolt (Iron Thunder MC #1)
Flash (Iron Thunder MC #2)
Drax (Iron Thunder MC #3)
Ghost (Iron Thunder MC #4)
Spike (Iron Thunder MC #5)
Rogue (The Black Cobras MC #1)
Cash (The Black Cobras MC #2)
Patch (The Black Cobras MC #3)
Bones (The Black Cobras MC #4)
Bishop (Dead Legion MC #1)
Judge (Dead Legion MC #2)
Knight (Dead Legion MC #3)
Luca (Sinful Shadows #1)
Eli (Sinful Shadows #2)
Ace (High Rollers MC #1)
Rook (High Rollers MC #2)
Spade (High Rollers MC #3)
About Savannah Rylan
Savannah Rylan is a romance writer that spends most of her time writing and reading with her cat, Gris. When not penning the next great American novel, (HA), you can find her on the beach with a drink in her hand or at the gym testing out some strange new position. Yoga, obviously. She lives in Southern California with her husband and Gris, the true love of her life.
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Box Sets
The Bad Disciples MC Box Set
The Road Rebels MC Box Set
Marked Skulls MC Box Set
Dead Souls MC Box Set
Dead Souls MC: Prospects Box Set
Black Hornets MC Box Set
The Lost Boys MC Box Set
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Link (Dragon Riders MC #1)
Bowser (Dragon Riders MC #2)
Ash (Dragon Riders MC #3)
Knuckles (Dragon Riders MC #4)
Sly (Dragon Riders MC #5)
Declan (The Callaghan Mafia #1)
Brody (The Callaghan Mafia #2)
Gael (The Callaghan Mafia #3)
Flynn (The Callaghan Mafia #4)
Cage (Dead Souls MC: Prospects #1)
Bear (Dead Souls MC: Prospects #2)
Saint (Dead Souls MC: Prospects #3)
Ryker (Dead Souls MC: Prospects #4)
Toxin (Dead Souls MC: Prospects #5)
Texas (The Lost Boys MC #1)
Stone (The Lost Boys MC #2)
Bronx (The Lost Boys MC #3)
Notch (The Lost Boys MC #4)
Jace (The Black Hornets MC #1)
Maverick (The Black Hornets MC #2)
Duke (The Black Hornets MC #3)
Colt (The Black Hornets MC #4)
Thor (The Black Hornets MC #5)
Jagger (The Black Hornets MC #6)
Knox (Dead Souls MC #1)
Grave (Dead Souls MC #2)
Brewer (Dead Souls MC #3)
Rock (Dead Souls MC #4)
Diesel (Deal Souls MC #5)
Girth (Marked Skulls MC #1)
Rodeo (Marked Skulls MC #2)
Abe (Marked Skulls MC #3)
Oz (Marked Skulls MC #4)
Dash (Marked Skulls MC #5)
Hawk (The Road Rebels MC #1)
Talon (The Road Rebels MC #2)
Snake (The Road Rebels MC #3)
Fox (The Road Rebels MC #4)
Gunner (The Bad Disciples MC #1)
Hunter (The Bad Disciples MC #2)
Tank (The Bad Disciples MC #3)
Glock (The Bad Disciples MC #4)
Marco (The Bad Disciples MC #5)
