CALL GIRL: Chrome Horsemen MC

by Evelyn Glass

  “Prefect!”

  Dix snorted. “Don’t I have a say in this?”

  “No!” Daisy and James said together before they burst into laughter.

  Dix grinned. “Fine. Be that way. Riley and I will do manly type stuff while you’re gone. Drink beer, wrestle bears, leer at women, stuff like that.”

  “The only woman you better be leering at is me,” she growled before she pulled him down for another kiss.

  The last seven months, since she moved to Douglas, had been the happiest time of her life, and Dix was her true love. He had healed her, erasing the scars left from her marriage…and Riley adored him.

  “Let me go pry Riley out of the cart,” Dix said, stepping outside to wave Riley down the next time he appeared.

  As Riley appeared from the bone yard, Dix started motioning, the signal Riley was to put the cart into the building that once held his bikes. “You ready to head home?” Dix asked as Riley clambered out of the cart.

  “Sure. I’m starving. What’s for dinner?”

  Dix chuckled. If Riley was already starting to eat them out of house and home, what was he going to be like at sixteen? “Don’t know. Ask your mom.”

  Riley ran ahead, yelling his question to Daisy as he did.

  “You ready?” Dix asked as he reached the shop.

  “Sure,” she replied. “You’re coming home now?”

  “Yeah. I thought I’d ride with you, if that’s okay?”

  “Oh,” she responded, wondering what was going on. Dix normally stayed until the yard closed, and that was almost an hour away. She just stopped by after work to pick up Riley so he didn’t have to stay so late and could start on his homework. “Sure. I would love the company, but what about your bike?”

  “I’m leaving it here tonight. I’m taking the truck tomorrow.”

  She frowned. Dix had bought a truck after he bought the house, but he still took his hog almost everywhere unless they were all going someplace together. Why would he leave it at the yard?

  “Okay. Dix, what’s going on?”

  “Nothing,” he replied holding up his hands. “I need to take the truck to haul some stuff to the shop tomorrow, and I need to change the oil in the bike. I can’t do both tomorrow unless I leave the bike here.”

  “Oh! Okay. Let’s go then. Riley is about to die from starvation and you need to clean up before we go out.”

  “Where are we going?” he asked as he followed her to the Beetle.

  “Your choice.”

  “Pizza!” Riley suggested as he crawled into the back of the car.

  Dix didn’t really care. “Pizza it is, then.”

  Daisy rolled her eyes as the Bug rumbled to life. “We just had pizza.”

  Dix shrugged, looking out the window to hide his smile. He didn’t care where they went tonight, because Saturday he and Daisy were going out to celebrate again. She didn’t know it yet, or why, but she would soon.

  The bike didn’t need its oil changed, and he had nothing to haul to the shop, but he wanted to be in the car with her when she opened the garage door and saw the new Mustang sitting in her spot. But even more than that, he certainly wanted to see her expression when she found the little box and envelope in the driver’s seat. The box contained a ring, and the envelope adoption papers for Riley. After all, the wife and son of a race engine builder couldn’t be seen putting around in a forty year old Beetle. It was bad for business.

  THE END

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  OTHER BOOKS BY EVELYN GLASS

  I’ll give her what she craves and take what I want

  The devils left her shattered and broken.

  She needed a savior, but what she got was a monster.

  A monster who wants to hear her plead.

  A monster who will make her scream

  They stripped everything from her and took what little she had left.

  She was left broken and hollow—with no-one else to turn to.

  When I found out what the bastards did to her.

  When I saw how the way they left her.

  Something inside of me snapped.

  She knew her share of monsters.

  She knew men like me.

  But I’ll be goddamned if I let her go.

  Not before I tame her.

  Not before I own her.

  Not before I take what I want.

  Again and again.

  Until she’s mine.

  ***

  She loves animals, but she's never met a beast like me.

  She’s the kind of girl who shouldn’t get mixed up with someone like me.

  But that was before I claimed her. Before I f*cked her until she was raw.

  She had no choice when she stepped into my world.

  And now this monster won’t let her go.

  She was in her last year in vet school when she met me.

  Good girls like her don’t fall for a monster like me.

  But she didn’t fall for me.

  I took her.

  Now she’s in a world of trouble.

  She’s about to learn what it’s like to be someone’s favorite possession.

  Each time I put my hands on her.

  Each time I pull her body into mine.

  Each time I make her moan.

  Make her tremble. Make her scream.

  I’ll make sure she won’t forget that she’s mine.

  ***

  I’M NOT HERE TO SAVE HER. I’M HERE TO MAKE HER SCREAM.

  She was looking for a way out—a way to keep her head above the waters.

  She had no idea it meant letting people do whatever they wanted.

  To let them ruin her. To let them break her.

  Strip her of her dignity and leave her a shattered, damaged mess.

  She thought I might be the one who could save her.

  She thought I’d be different from the rest.

  She has no idea what I have planned for her.

  She has no idea about the truth, but I’ll teach her.

  From the moment I put the collar around her neck.

  The moment I pin her to the bed.

  The moment I whisper in her ear everything that I’m going to do.

  She’ll know that I’m not here to save her.

  I’m here to make her scream.

  And I can’t wait to get started.

  ***

  SHE SELLS ICE CREAM, BUT I’M GOING TO MAKE HER LICK A DIFFERENT KIND OF TREAT.

  She sold ice cream out the back of a truck.

  But I wasn’t interested in what she was selling.

  I made her lick a different kind of treat.

  And I’ll make sure she doesn’t miss a single drop.

  She was looking to earn some extra cash driving that ice cream truck.

  I needed a clever way to dump some of the hot cargo I was carrying.

  She needed the money, and thought it’d be a one-time thing.

  But I had different plans for her.

  This wasn’t going to be an opportunity that I would pass up.

  One look and I wanted her lips around a different kind of treat.

  One look and I needed her on her hands and knees.

  Lapping it up and not missing a single drop.

  It was the perfect arrangement, as far as I was concerned.

  Until the devils in my life came screaming after her.

  Now, I’m the only one who can keep her safe.

  I’m the only one who can call her mine.

  ***

  NOBODY IS TAKING HER AWAY FROM ME

  She was supposed to help me find the traitors in my club, not get caught up in my war.

  She thinks I’m just another biker she shouldn’t trust—a monster and a brute.

  But I’m the only one who can keep her safe.

  Even if I have to tie her to my bed and never let
her go.

  She was good with numbers, and I needed someone to help me find the traitors in my club.

  I was supposed to keep my hands off her.

  But when I saw her, I knew that I had to have a taste.

  One taste and I couldn’t get enough.

  One taste and I needed her screaming my name.

  She was supposed to stay out of my war.

  But that was before the traitors came after her, and dragged her into it.

  Now, I’m the only one who can keep her safe.

  I don’t care if she thinks I’m a monster and a brute.

  She’s mine, and nobody is going to take her from me.

  Even if I have to pin her curves beneath me

  Lash her to the bed, and never let her go.

  ***

  HE MAY NOT BE MY KID, BUT I’M HIS FATHER.

  All she ever wanted was to live a clean life free from danger.

  All I wanted was to break her good girl act.

  But neither of us could’ve expected things to end up like this…

  Neither of us expected me to become the father her kid never had.

  I was a savage who rode on the wrong side of the law.

  Cara was the good girl who wanted to pull herself out of the hell she lived in.

  The two of us were like gasoline and water.

  One night was all I needed.

  One night was all it took.

  She lit a fire that nothing could put out.

  Brought me into her home.

  Opened herself up to me and let me take whatever I wanted.

  However I wanted.

  She thought that was the end of it.

  She didn’t count on me becoming the father her son never had.

  She didn’t count on me becoming the second chance she never got.

  She’s spent her entire life being left behind.

  But I’m the first person who won’t ever let her go.

  ***

  THEY DESTROYED HER LIFE THAT NIGHT.

  Took her, used her, and left her to die by the road.

  I found her limping on the road with hollow eyes and refusing to talk.

  I don’t do rescues—but she’s about to be my lone exception.

  I was delivering a batch of MDMA for the Blacktop Blades MC when I found her by the side of the road.

  She’d been through hell and back.

  And once she finally opened up, once she let me know what the animals did to her.

  Something inside of me snapped.

  I promised myself I wasn’t going to get involved.

  But she turned my life upside down, and now nothing will keep me back.

  Nothing will keep me from her.

  Especially not the same animals who took her.

  They thought they could drag her back.

  They thought they could steal her from me.

  They have no idea who they’re messing with.

  No idea what I’m capable of.

  No idea the kind of war they just started.

  The kind of war that I’ll finish.

  ***

  SHE’S ABOUT TO MAKE ME BREAK MY ONE RULE

  I swore off love, promised myself I’d never do commitments.

  F*** them and leave them. That was my motto.

  Until Chelsea.

  When she comes running into my clubhouse—bruised, scared, and way too damn innocent for a place like this—I know exactly what she’s running away from.

  I know the kind of man she’s running from:

  The kind that takes their tiny d*** syndrome out on their women.

  The kind who hide behind their badge and uniform.

  The kind that I put into the ground on a daily basis.

  One look and I know I’m going to break my one rule.

  One look and I know there’s no way I’d let her go.

  One look and I know I’m going to make her MINE.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Evelyn Glass is a native of northern California who currently lives in New England with her wonderful husband and their two rambunctious Corgis.

  Her favorite past times include hiking and reading near the fireplace.

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