Roundman has kept the Hellions contained for the last thirty years by controlling the chaos surrounding their lifestyle. When the dangerous side to their business comes knocking on his door, he realizes his precious Doll isn’t safe. The Hellions code may be that women and children are off limits in any altercation or dispute, but that doesn’t mean their enemies follow that same moral compass.
His only child, now in danger from the association to him and his club, Roundman makes a decision. He sends her away with a charter club member that he trusts, in hopes that the trouble won’t follow.
One ride across the country. One simple ride.
Talon “Tripp” Crews has been ordered to take Doll on one ride away and to keep her safe. She’s off limits. His head knows this, but his body can’t deny the attraction. She’s feisty, fierce, and fearless.
Constantly in close confines together, can they deny the chemistry? Will they give into the desire? Can one ride turn lust into love?
If you love dark, gritty, hot bikers!
Scar Asphalt Gods #1
By Morgan Jane Mitchell
“They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but that’s bullshit. What doesn't kill you leaves a scar. More than the eyesore down my torso, I was a scar, the jagged, fucked up remains of a tragedy.”
Scar’s Nomad status gives him a chance to fulfill his one wish, but his lonely mission is interrupted when a possible one-night stand goes horribly wrong.
“They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but what if I can’t live with myself anymore?”
Finding the blonde face down in a puddle of her own blood jeopardizes everything. Saving her and keeping her quiet could get Scar killed, but when Emery wakes up, her shocking proposal for him to kill her starts the ride of his life.
Preview of Romeo
How far are you willing to go to protect those you love? Romeo knows he is willing to go the distance. This is his story...
Romeo has fought his way through hell and back to overcome his demons. Just when he thinks, he has everything under control, his life changes in the blink of an eye. You have to take the good with the bad or so they say. When the club’s worst nightmare comes true, Romeo finds himself faced with the unthinkable...
“Hard is the only road I have ever been down...”
Sunshine has devoted her life to being Grim’s old lady. She thought they had it all. Soon she is faced with choices she isn’t prepared to make. What do you do when all the walls of the life you have built come tumbling down?
What happens when your happily ever after isn’t what you expected? Baby has everything she has ever wanted but it comes with a price. The deeper you love the rougher the road you travel becomes. Baby is finding out the hard way that sometimes the truth cannot set you free.
Striker Black has everything he ever dreamed of within his grasp. Power, loyalty and brotherhood are his for the taking. Only problem is it could cost him everything and everyone he has ever loved.
The Black Rebel Riders’ MC are about to take you on one hell of a ride, so strap on your gear and get ready to travel the highway to hell. You haven’t seen nothing yet.
Chapter 1
26 years ago
Romeo
AC/DC is blaring on the stereo as I lay in the back of Grim’s truck, looking at the stars with this crazy bitch, Laura, lying next to me. Never thought I’d be rash over a woman, but I like her a lot. Most women give me what I want from them and keep it moving down the line, and that’s the way I have always preferred it. My friends call me Romeo, because of my ability to bed any woman who crosses my path. What can I say? I have a gift. At least I thought I did, until I met this crazy bitch. She has me thinking and feeling shit I have never considered before. Laura has me rationalizing the thought of keeping a woman around longer than a day and thinking it might not be such a depraved idea. She’s casual, she’s hot, and she likes to have a decent time.
She passes me a joint. I take a hard drag and it feels as though my lung is about to pop. Her blonde hair moves lightly as the cool summer breeze blows. Letting out a cough, I notice something about this weed tastes off. “What kind of funk is this?”
She eyes me cautiously, “It’s laced with a kick.” She grins and kisses me deeply. Her tongue tastes of weed and white lightning.
Her large breasts are smashed against my arm. I can feel the hardened peaks of her nipples rubbing through the thin red tank top she is wearing. It has a picture of Bon Jovi on it. Not much on his music but the chicks dig him. I have been trying to score tickets to one of his concerts but not had much luck. I have never gone through so much trouble to impress a girl before. Normally I tell them to suck my dick, they do, and then it is over. But there is just something about her. She’s luscious, like a damn peach. “Luscious Laura,” I tease her, laughing as I hear myself say it. “What’s you say was in that weed?” I am feeling funny. I take a drink of shine from my mason jar. My grandfather taught me how to make real Kentucky moonshine. My brothers and I have been thinking about selling it for profit. We ride in a motorcycle club, the Black Rebel Riders’ MC.
I never thought much would come of our motorcycle club but after a few years, it is starting to grow. And fuck if we couldn’t use some money. Got this old fucker Hook squeezing on us all of the motherfuckin’ time. Dirty old bastard. But that’s another story.
Laura shoves me backwards and I knock my head on the back of the damn truck, but not gonna’ complain. She just took that barely there tank off and Christ, what a rack she has. Her breasts are just right, no more than a handful, but not too small either. Her nipples are perfect for biting on. She is straddling my lap, grinding down on my growing erection. My mason jar is knocked over; joint is hanging from my bottom lip, as Laura gets me higher by the second. I am so fucked up my hands can hardly navigate their way to her heaving chest. She slides down to my thighs going to work on my zipper. My eyes are closed as I enjoy the sensations burning through my veins. The smoke fills my lungs as her lips wrap around the tip of my dick. Just when shit is getting good, the truck rocks as a boot kicks the tailgate. I look up and see Grim wearing a wicked grin on his two heads. When did this ugly fucker get two heads? I shake my head and hit my right temple with the palm of my hand, trying to get my head right.
“Hey, Romeo, put your snake away. Need my truck. Fucking Slim and Foxie are going at it again. I’m not sticking around. When you are ready for a real man, Laura, you know where to find me.” One of the heads winks as I try to get my pants pulled up and I tumble over the tailgate. Laura laughs and leads me back to the party. I know why Grim wants to get the fuck outta dodge. He fucked Foxie first, and every time she has a blow out with Slim, she tries to cry to Grim about it. Crazy bastard actually fixed them up. Not sure if he was doing Slim a favor or cursing him.
Kicking back in a plastic lounger by the fire pit, I feel on top of the world. Laura leans back in my lap and we look up at the stars. I feel my eyelids growing heavy. The last thing I remember is Laura whispering in my ear, “If you are Romeo, does that make me your Juliet?”
Present Day
Romeo
“You want to be angry with someone, want to make someone hurt. Use me. I killed her not you.” Smoky is standing before me in my trashed living room. So many emotions are pumping through my veins. I’m fuming, wounded, and dejected. I feel in pieces. Not sure how I will come back from this shit. Killed my wife, the mother of my children. Had her turned to dust and ash. Now the woman who aided me is standing here ready to face the consequences with me. Smoky don’t know what the fuck she just signed on for. She runs her hands through my salt ‘n pepper flecked hair as I let my tears out. It isn’t often I cry. But tonight I deserve to shed a few tears.
Looking up at Smoky through tear stained eyes I wish the red headed vixen in front of me were Baby instead, but it’s best she isn’t here seeing me this way. Fuck, I’m an old man, ain’t worth a shit. Smoky smiles that sweet smile at me, her fingers trailing
across my back. Her touch is the match to my gasoline. My flame ignites.
Pulling her down on my lap by her hair roughly, her lips crash into mine. I use and abuse her. I scream at her and fuck her rough, hard, and fast. With my hand clasped around her throat, my dick is buried balls deep in her tight cunt. Smoky has her legs hooked around my waist loving every second of the pounding I am giving her pussy. Don’t know what it is about the choking shit, but this bitch loves it. Makes her cum hard every time we fuck. She begs me for it. And every single time I give in. A part of me likes it too. I thrust in and out, trying to escape the memories that are haunting me...
Can’t even get off. I can still hear LL’s voice rattling in my brain, screeching in my ear about how sick my obsession with Baby is. She just didn’t understand, Baby and I share a connection. When I look into those honey, whiskey eyes, she sees all of the bad in me and loves me still. She has never judged me, she fights her attraction to me every step of the way, but I see her sneaking glances at me. Makes my heart nearly stop.
Baby and I were never supposed to happen, but somehow the stars changed, and they gave me a glimpse of what I could have with her. Ever since then I haven’t been able to shake the hold she has had over me.
LL’s voice lingers in my mind as I collapse on top of Smoky from exhaustion and allow sleep to claim me.
26 years ago
Luscious Laura
Aka LL
“Look Romeo you are a real genuine guy. I like you but I’m not looking to settle down. There is so much I want to do...I need to experience the world and I can’t do that in this piss poor Kentucky town with you.”
Grabbing my arm, he jerks me against his chest and wraps his arms around me so snug. “You mean you won’t give up the dope. And if you go to Chicago with the Disciples, you will have an abundance of coke to snort up that nose of yours and heroine to shoot through your veins. Isn’t that right?” He cups my chin forcing me to look in his troubled eyes.
“I’m sorry Romeo. I can’t be what you want me to be. I’m not that girl who falls in love, and plays the perfect housewife, and pops out ten kids. Being barefoot and pregnant in the sticks of Kentucky was never my plan.” I tear away from him. Grabbing my bag on the way out the door, I can’t look back at him.
I know I am hurting him, but it’s too much. I never meant to get wrapped up in him. When I first met him, he was cute and charming. I loved that he was a biker and wanted to party with me. I never meant to stay here long. I never meant for him to fall in love with me. Romeo has worn out his welcome in my life.
I’m a party girl. I love to have a good time and then I move on. Now that party is taking me to Chicago. I climb on the back of this guy’s bike. I can’t even remember his name. I just know he promised me a good time and all the coke I could ever want.
Halloween
Present Day
Romeo
I watch Baby from across the room as she struts in her sexed up cavewoman costume. Smoky is straddling my lap as I continue to watch Baby over her shoulder. Christ, the way she moves her hips takes me back to her grinding those hips against mine a few weeks ago. The way she shattered for me, was beautiful. Well it was until Striker ruined it. No need to dwell on what I can’t have though. I squeeze Smoky’s voluptuous ass roughly. “I’ll take that jar of shine now darlin’.”
“Sure thing,” she purrs against my ear with her moist, heated breath. I avert my attention back to her as she clicks across the floor in her hooker heels and flapper dress. I played along with her tonight, dressing as a gangster from the 1920’s. Clad in a black pinstripe suit and fedora.
Grim takes up the stool next to me. “Where’s your costume?” I eye him noticing he is wearing his leather cut and a pair of jeans.
“Don’t need one. I’m a killer. We look like ordinary people.” He laughs and fires ups some chronic. “You trust her?” he nods in Smoky’s direction at the bar.
“Not sure, but the bitch likes me so that’s something.” I take a long toke and contemplate all the dark thoughts I have had about Smoky and why she is here...
Present Day
Romeo
3 months later
Two days ago, I watched the only woman I have ever really loved ride off to her happily ever after, two days ago I lost a piece of me. I loved her enough to let her go. I have made peace with the fact that Baby and I will never be anything more than the few stolen moments we shared.
I thought I had loved LL but I was in love with the idea of having a family and a good woman. LL wanted neither, a family or to be a good woman. The bitch did give me three beautiful children, for that I will always hold a sadness for her death.
Other than that, she got what was coming in the end—snitches get turned to dust. My guilt of her death was clouding my judgment of the truth and the facts. The truth was LL had been screwing around on me, and fact was she had talked to the FEDS about my life, my club. Bitch had to pay for her betrayal—I see it clearly now for what it was and as they say, life goes on.
We have been lying low on the moonshine side of things. Had to tear down my still and put an end to an era of making white lightning. It has injured our pockets. The garage hasn’t taken off as much as we had hoped but like any new venture, it takes time to build up. Our buyers were not too pleased when we informed them that the last shipment they received would be the last for a while. Heat has been turned up too damn high to risk it right now.
I finish my jar of apple pie shine (never said I got rid of my personal stock). I have to get ready to grab the kids from Rumor and Rebel; they have been helping me watch them. After Striker and Baby sorted their shit, he practically banned her from watching the kids for me unless he is with her. And even then, he still finds a cause to keep her away from them. I don’t see Baby letting him govern her actions much longer though, but shit is none of my business. Already learned that lesson. Nevertheless, it doesn’t stop her from crossing my mind.
Don’t regret one minute that I ever fuckin’ spent with her. If I could go back, I would have admitted my real feelings for her that final night we shared. I would have claimed her, made her mine, had I known what I now know. I know deep down a part of her loves me too, even if she never admits it. I know the truth, I seen it in her eyes, and felt it in her touch. Shit don’t matter now though. She’s content, I’m gonna’ let her be happy.
Just as I am about to head out, Smoky comes barreling through the front door of my cabin, trying to catch her breath. She has Colt on her hip. Strange. Foxie is supposed to be keeping him. “Where’s the fire darlin’?” I try to calm her frazzled nerves. Colt seems oblivious as to what has her upset; kid always has a smile on his face.
She sucks in a deep breath, her chest is heaving. I do love to watch her titties bounce. She has on a tight fitted low-cut white shirt. I can practically see her nipples. “Fox’s Den has been busted. Cops. Took everything, Foxie and Grim both have been arrested.”
“How’d you get the kid?” Damn, I’d bet my right nut that Grim was there fucking Foxie. LL said she knew them two was still screwing. Said he’d come by at least once a week. I never brought it up, none of my fucking business. Grim hasn’t brought up shit about Baby to me, so I extend the same courtesy to him. Gotta’ know when to pick your battles and when to keep your mouth shut.
“He was sitting at the front desk with me when the cops came. Foxie was in her office talking with Grim. I lied. I told them he was my kid so they wouldn’t call social services.” I find it peculiar they’d just up and let her leave, but no time now to question her. Gotta’ take her word for it.
“Fuck! Take Colt to Sunshine, I’ll go handle Foxie and Grim. Don’t let Sunshine know anything that is going on. Keep her busy until you hear from me, tell no one.”
She kisses me on the cheek with her soft, red painted lips. Colt waves at me as I walk away, I miss the little guy, and so do the kids. They ask for Baby and Colt all the time. I don’t know how to explain to them that right now, we c
an’t see them; she is just busy I tell them with my lame excuse. They don’t seem to like my seeing Smoky much, but she doesn’t seem to let it bother her greatly that they are hostile towards her. She just smiles at them and takes their insults in stride. I have had to bust Jamie’s ass a few times for that smart mouth of his. Dawn doesn’t say anything. She just ignores the world, burying her head in books. You could set the kid on fire and she wouldn’t notice, she gets so absorbed in the stories she reads.
I don’t deserve Smoky, she keeps waiting for me to open up and let her in, but I don’t know if I can. Past few months have been rough as being fucked in the ass by a porcupine. After the shit with LL, I fucking lost it for a while. Can’t believe I was staring down the barrel of my own gun. I went off the rails and Smoky was there for me. She stepped in when I couldn’t. She took care of my kids when I wasn’t able. I’ll always be grateful to her for that, but I can’t love her the way she wants, the way she deserves. That part of me is tucked away deep. That part of me lives in Baby. It has been months and I can still feel her legs wrapped around me, her breath against my neck, her lips pressed to mine. I can’t shake my feelings for Baby, but Smoky helps ease my pain.
Smoky stays over a lot more than I would like for her to, but I can’t deny that I need the help with my hell raisers. Miracle is into everything now that she is walking and her little jaws are always a jabbering. Dawn is good with helping take care of her baby sister, but she is just a kid herself. And Jamie, he is so stubborn and mad at the world, now that he is finally realizing his momma is really gone.
Smoky had the nerve to tell me the kid needed therapy. Told her to mind her fuckin’ business, therapy is pussy shit, and no boy of mine will ever be no damned pussy. I’ll raise my kids how I see fit and no bitch will ever tell me otherwise.
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