Runner

by Evie Mitchell

  She'd let me fuck her while she wore only my claim last night. I'd carry that fucking memory to my grave.

  We'd delayed leaving until Audrey had assembled a cache of her mobile network devices. She'd bitched and moaned the whole time, but I'd caught her hard at work in the early hours of the morning, a small grin on her face as she merged machinery together to create a lifeline we'd long thought gone.

  We'd be leaving tomorrow.

  The Canberra chapter had arrived and were settling in but there'd still been a few rough moments as well all found our new normal.

  Doesn't help that their ex-President is a dick.

  Glass kept getting in people's faces, demanding to be treated like a president even though he'd been given the distinction of a vice president when they amalgamated. Their previous VP having been downgraded to Enforcer, though the man had quietly thanked Hazard and admitted he was fucking glad not to be serving under Glass any more.

  Red fucking flag.

  Hazard had called for this send-off party knowing we needed to blow off steam.

  I caught Ellie around the waist, pulling her close, swaying her in time to the music.

  "Good Baby Girl?" I asked, nuzzling her hair, knowing she'd be hotter than hell if I sucked on her earlobe.

  "Perfect," she replied, twisting in my arms to wrap arms around my neck. "Gonna miss this though."

  "What? Camp outs?"'

  "Mm," she tilted her head towards the crowd. "The compound feels like home now." She gave a little shimmer, pressing her body against mine. "Maybe we could sneak off and –"

  "Fuck you!"

  The roar interrupted Ellie, and I sighed, recognizing the voice.

  Glass.

  "God," Ellie rolled her eyes. "What's his problem?"

  Good question.

  We followed the crowd, finding Hazard with his arms crossed, watching Glass pace in front of him, spewing obscenities, and slapping fists against his chest.

  The music lowered, a crowd gathering.

  "This piece of shit," Glass yelled, pointing at Hazard. "He's not man enough to run this fucking club."

  Hazard's eyebrow lifted; a small sarcastic smile twisting his lips. "Let it out man, tell us how you really feel."

  "Right here, right now, you and me. Winner gets the club." Glass yelled pointing at the dirt.

  "And the loser?"

  "Gets the fuck out."

  Hazard tilted his head, looking over at Chief with a smile. "You cool with those terms?"

  Chief shrugged. "Sounds fine to me."

  Hazard shrugged off his kutte, folding it and holding it out to Blair who stood nearby. He hit her with a wink. "Hold that for me darlin'."

  She took it, looking from Glass to him. "You better win."

  "Don't worry, I will."

  Glass stepped up, holding his fists at the ready.

  Chief stepped forward, "first down wins."

  "Works for me," Hazard said with a shrug.

  "Call it," Glass ordered.

  Chief put his arm out in front of him, calling, "three, two, one, go!" He threw his arm up and backed the hell up as Glass surged forward, throwing wild punches.

  Hazard chuckled, easily ducking.

  "He's good," Ellie murmured.

  "He and Ghost served together. Some kind of special force super fucking secret government agency."

  Ellie smiled at me then lifted her eyebrow. "Wait, you're not kidding?"

  "Nope," I jerked my head at Ghost who stood in the shadows, watching Hazard as he began to demolish Glass, breaking him down, teaching him a lesson as he overpowered the cocky bastard. "Ghost was a lifer. He doesn't reveal much but it's enough to know he was recruited young. Like really fucking young. Only left when Hazard asked him to."

  Ellie blinked. "And Hazard?"

  I shrugged, "got in, got out. Doesn't say much about it."

  A yelp and thud ended the fight, Glass faceplanting, knocked out cold.

  Hazard raised his arms, thumping his chest, "next?" he yelled, looking around.

  No one stepped forward.

  "You're in my compound you play by my rules. Here, we're Nameless Souls. We live together, we ride together, we fucking die together. You can't deal with that you get the fuck out, tonight."

  Cheers and hollering followed his speech.

  "Ride and die!" Someone shouted.

  "Ride and die!" The crowd yelled back.

  The music switched back on and the crowd began to disperse, prospects coming forward to drag Glass away.

  Hazard found me in the crowd, gesturing me over.

  "You sober?"

  "Yeah."

  "Can you organize the prospects to deal with this shit."

  "On it."

  Blair stepped forward, holding up Hazard's kutte. Blood streamed from a cut on his cheek, a lucky blow Glass had landed, his rings cutting the flesh.

  "Come on," she said, shaking the kutte. "Put this on then we'll take care of that cut."

  Hazard grinned at her; the expression almost feral. Heat and desire rampaged across his face. "You gonna kiss me better, Doc?"

  She rolled her eyes, "it's me or Meat-Hand-McGee over there," she nodded at Butcher. "You want a puckered scar marring your pretty face or you want a teeny line that will fade in less than a month?"

  "Aww Doc," he wrapped an arm around her neck, pulling her close. "Didn't know you'd looked that close."

  She laughed, allowing him to draw her in but moving them both towards the infirmary. "Come on, President-No-Brains. Let's get you stitched up."

  Ellie watched them; her expression curious.

  "What?"

  "I thought he was sweet on Ava."

  "The she-devil?" I laughed. "Nah, was just sussing her out."

  "What?"

  I shook my head. "Never mind."

  I directed the prospects to dispose of Glass, stripping him of his possessions and everything that connected him to the Nameless Souls. Two of the prospects drove him out, heading for the mountains in the distance. He'd be given the same send-off Gus had received. Whether he survived, would be up to him.

  I found Ellie on the dance floor. She'd somehow persuaded Ava to join her. They moved in tandem, rubbing against each other as they danced, laughing as they swayed in a rhythm to the heavy, sexual song.

  "Fuck," I muttered, leaning against the wall Ghost had been propping up all night. "That's my woman."

  He didn't answer, but then I didn't expect him to but I couldn't help but niggle him a little.

  "Don't like the she-devil but I get the attraction right now."

  I grinned as Ghost shot me a sideways glare that said fuck you.

  "You fucked her yet?"

  His face tightened but it was enough to tell me he hadn't. And it was driving him fucking crazy.

  "Long trip ahead of us, brother." I clapped him on the shoulder. "Plenty of time to get what you want."

  I pushed away from the wall, leaving him in the shadows, a voyeur to Ava's enjoyment. He'd learn soon enough that to get what you wanted in the after, you had to take it.

  And knowing that, I scooped Ellie up, throwing her over my shoulder just as I'd done that first night. She squealed, laughing as I headed towards our apartment.

  "You right up there, Baby Girl?" I asked, my hand caressing her bottom.

  She reached down, squeezing my ass, laughter coating every word as she answered, "there's nowhere I'd rather be."

  Me either.

  ***

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  Gunnar

  I stepped through the door of the first bar I'd found in this pokey seaside town, thunder crackling behind me. A surprisingly classy sign identified it as the Bronze Horseman, the words hung above the door in a flourish of steel and light. But it'd been the overpowering smell of meat that drew me inside. The scent of smoked meat was entirely too tempting when my damn stomach was already eating itself.

  The heavy wood door slapped closed behind me, shutting out the sounds of the approaching storm. I paused, taking in the surrounds. The bar was busy but not crushed. A glance showed locals and tourists filled the booths and tables, chatting quietly or listening to the band on the far stage.

  I'd docked late, babying my ship to the closest port. A storm had come on fast and the big waves had fucked with the engine. It'd shit itself just as I'd docked. An hour of playing with it had revealed a blown gasket. I'd have to seek parts in the morning.

  I'd rinsed off the grease and grit and gone in search of food. It was after ten, I'd assumed my chances in a small town like Capricorn Cove wouldn't be good – but it was tourist season and this sleepy little town looked to be hopping.

  Maybe my luck had turned.

  I made my way to the bar, noting the tasteful décor. Rich wood, leather, and bronze all offset my navy blue and hunter green highlights. Place had had some money pumped into it.

  I slid onto a stool, snatching a menu from the stack closest. The menu informed me that they served food till twelve. Perfect.

  "What can I get you, Viking?"

  The words were delivered in the huskiest, sexiest voice I'd ever heard. My cock immediately hardened and I hadn't even seen the face that had delivered that sucker punch.

  I looked up. Thick pouty lips, long lashes ringing satin brown eyes, soft, full cheeks, and big cascading brunette curls. My dick, already impossibly hard, pressed insistently against my fly.

  Mine.

  My gaze dropped, taking in the overly generous cleavage playing peek-a-boo with the v of her shirt.

  Fuck.

  She tilted her head, nodding at the menu. "See anything you like?"

  "You." The word slipped free before I could think.

  She laughed, sending that mass of hair shimmering. "I'm not normally on the menu." She leaned forward, her shirt shifting down, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her lacy bra. "But for you? I may make an exception," she winked and I felt that deep in my gut.

  Who'd have thought I'd be thanking the sea gods for a busted engine?

  "I'm Ella Bronze." She absently brushed a thick chunk of hair back. "And you are?"

  "Gunnar Larsson."

  Her cheeks pinkened. "Oh, I was right. You really are a Viking."

  I grunted, shifting on my seat. "What do you recommend?" I asked, trying to distract my cock. At this rate I'd be coming from one fucking smile.

  She leaned back over the bar, her tits pressing against the wood as she reached out, tapping one of the menu items. "Get the fully loaded burger. It's my favorite," she slid off the bar, turning her back to me and bending over to pull a bottle from the back fridge.

  Her ass was fucking perfection. Big, curvy, framed by thick thighs that I wanted clasped around my head while I licked her sweet cunt until she creamed.

  I am a sick fuck.

  "Here," she popped the cap sliding the beer across the bar. "On the house."

  I took a sip, eyes on her.

  "Good?" She asked.

  "Fucking perfect," I growled.

  A wickedly seductive smile decorated her perfect lips. We both knew I hadn't been talking about the beer.

  A man down the far end called her name, interrupting our moment.

  "Be right back," she promised.

  I watched her sashay away, taking another long drag of the cool beer. If I played my cards right, I'd be leaving here with more than one hunger satisfied.

  Don't you dare fuck this up.

  I lifted the beer again, drinking deep.

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