Arsen

by Kathryn Thomas

  He pulled back from the kiss and smiled at her. “I think I’ll take you up on that,” she sighed.

  “Bring your crew to the clubhouse. We’ll settle up then.” He wanted to caresses her face, but he had work to do. The caressing could come later.

  As Colt hurried away the two women huddled around Sierra. “What now?” Danielle asked. She’d decided to treat herself to this trip for her thirty-fifth birthday. Her divorce had just finalized, she’d received a nice commission, and erotic novels about bikers were her only sexual outlet during her marriage. As Danielle described her plans, her best friend, Karen, had decided to come along, too.

  “Now, we help the Sons watch for trouble. After they get the money, we go back to the clubhouse, get our cut, and celebrate our success,” Sierra explained.

  She was pleased that they had finally gotten a couple of women involved. She was tired of just being the President’s old lady. She wanted to go on a heist too and she’d finally gotten her chance. Hopefully this would begin attracting more women, though she had no illusions they would ever have as many women as men in their experience.

  They were taking fifteen people at a time, at fifteen-thousand each for a three-day weekend, grossing over a quarter million each weekend. Not bad money, and they were booked solid for sixteen weeks out.

  Things were good now, but they had gotten off to a rocky start. They had spared no expense to make the experience as real and rewarding as possible. They bought fifteen new Harleys and five trikes, for those who couldn’t ride a bike, and a collection of pistols that Nic safed by removing the firing pins. The clubhouse had been fully updated and each guest received a Sons of Sin Motorcycle Club or, for the first time this weekend, a Daughters of Sin Motorcycle Club leather jacket that was theirs to keep.

  They had nearly bankrupted the club getting the experience off the ground, but once word began to spread that for fifteen large you could have the time of your life in an outlaw biker club, complete with a bank robbery, booze and club girls that loved to fuck, business had grown faster than they had been able to keep up.

  The three women watched as the Sons cleaned the bank of cash. When they had first approached the town of Lida about buying one of the storefronts and making it into a “bank,” the town was enthusiastic in its support. Their town was teetering on the edge of insolvency, so any new investment was welcome. When the good people of Lida found out why they wanted to buy the storefront, and what they wanted from the town in exchange, their enthusiasm cooled considerably. Still, the town was desperate, so they had agreed.

  Now Lida was beginning to thrive. Their guests often spent another day or so dining and shopping in town before or after their experience. Shops were opening up and businesses were moving into town to support the new growth. Now, some of the townspeople were even regulars, populating the bank for their heist, and all because the town agreed to allow a fake bank to be robbed every weekend, and look the other way as the bikers waved inoperable guns around before they raced out of town.

  “Nobody move or call the cops until we’re away, got that?” Colt threatened as his crew began to back out the door. They didn’t bother with masks or gloves on their heists. Why should they when the two town cops were discreetly blocking traffic to prevent any accidents as they blew out of town?

  The sixteen men and three women mounted up and roared out of town in a cloud of dust.

  Sierra backed her throbbing Harley into its space and killed the engine. Karen dismounted from behind Colt, Danielle from behind Fletcher. She thought she was ready to have another woman riding behind Colt, but she wasn’t so sure now. Karen had seemed a little too comfortable on the back of Colt’s Harley. They had plenty of male and female escorts available, and if Karen or Danielle got out of line and started putting the moves on Colt, they would experience the other side of outlaw bikers…getting their asses kicked.

  She hardly recognized the old DVMC clubhouse. It was now the clubhouse for the Sons of Sin and Daughters of Sin. The club spent over seven-hundred fifty grand renovating the place, and it looked fantastic. The outside reminded her of a desert resort club, the building now faced in rock to hide its commercial prefab origins, the desert landscaping of cactus and hardy plants enhancing its appearance. The trailers were gone and the generator, now used for emergency power only, was enclosed in its own building, finished to match the main clubhouse.

  The club owned one-hundred fifty acres when she joined, but the DVMC had purchased another thousand to give them privacy and room for future expansion. The shooting range was finished and as soon as Nic received his NFA Title II firearms endorsement, they would purchase a selection of fully automatic weapons that guests could shoot under his watchful eyes. After all, all outlaw bikers had access to automatic weapons in the movies, and the Sons of Sin were going to be no different.

  Inside, the transformation always made her smile. Now air-conditioned, the interior was a temple to glass, chrome, leather and steel. The black granite floors, large windows, motorcycle memorabilia and neon never failed to impress. They had enlarged the original building to accommodate fifteen large luxury guest rooms and twenty staff rooms, filling the remainder of the space with a full bar, gourmet kitchen with dining area, and a common area complete with dance floor and oversize leather furniture.

  On cue, club girls began to circulate with the guests, attending to their every need. They had a rotating selection of about fifty “club” girls in all sizes, shapes and colors, carefully managed so a wide selection was available each weekend. The escorts were paid a flat thousand dollars for simply showing up, another fifteen-hundred if a guest selected them for more personal service. It was a good working environment for the girls, offering a comfortable and safe place to practice their trade, along with free food and alcohol, so there was a waiting list for those positions, as well. Because the club enjoyed such a good reputation, the DVMC could afford to be selective, so they had the most beautiful and talented women in the business working for them.

  She smiled as her sisters were pulled away by a couple of very attractive men, and headed for the bar, grinning at Chains as she approached.

  “How’d it go?” he asked as he sat a beer in front of her.

  “Pretty good. I wish we could get more women in here. It’s a lot more fun to go out on the heist than to sit around here. Ritter and Luke did good. Karen and Danielle seemed well pleased with their work.”

  Chains nodded. “Yeah. That Karen, she’s a little older, but she’s still hot as shit.”

  Sierra nodded. She hoped she looked that good when she was in her forties.

  “You ready to go?” Colt asked as he eased up beside her.

  “Go? Go where?”

  “I need to go check on the new clubhouse. There was a message on my phone from the contractor that they need to talk to me about some problem. I want to take care of that before the weekend. Then I thought we would go home for a couple of hours before we come back. I still have to make good on your bonus.”

  “That,” she began as she slid off the stool, “sounds like a perfect idea.”

  THE END

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

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  KADE

  I’M EVERYTHING SHE SHOULDN’T TRUST.

  KADE

  Everything I do, I do for my club. F*** love and relationships, they just distract me from what really matters.

  Then fate dumped Winter on my lap: a sassy corporate heiress with legs that go for miles, curves begging to be touched, and a target on her back.

  I saved her life. I should have stopped there, but I didn’t.

  Because once I got a taste, I couldn’t stay away.

  Not until I tame those curves

  Hear her scream my name

  And make her MINE.

  SCARS

  SHE WAS OUT OF SECOND CHANCES BEFORE SHE MET ME

  MATTHEW

  In my world, there are no f*** ups, no second chances.

  But that was before Holly.

  Innocent doesn’t even begin to describe her. But those big eyes of hers are hiding something—something dark. Something she’s afraid of.

  Pulling her into my bed was the easy part. But nothing could’ve prepared me for what followed

  Because once wasn’t enough. Once will never be enough.

  Not until I put a ring on her finger. A baby in her belly.

  And make her mine—now and always.

  HOLLY

  I was trapped. My only way out was to run.

  Then the road ended, and I ran into him.

  He was everything I was supposed to stay away from. But there’s no denying the connection between us--a connection as frightening as it is alluring.

  It was a mistake, but I can’t turn back now. Because he won’t stop.

  Not until he makes me his.

  FIERCE

  HE’S NOT HERE TO SAVE ME.

  My life fell apart after my mother’s death and I’d do anything to save my sister from our living hell.

  But I didn’t expect Avery—a demon in the ring with nothing but his fists and a bad attitude who clawed his way to the top—to answer my prayers.

  I tried to keep my walls up. To keep him from becoming a distraction.

  But he won’t be stopped, and in one moment of weakness, I caved.

  I fell into his arms and opened my heart…

  … until he broke it and nearly wrecked me in the process.

  I should’ve learned my lesson and stay away.

  But there’s something about this bad boy that draws me back in.

  That makes me long for his rough hands.

  Makes me beg for his rumbling voice growling in my ear: “Never forget, you’re MINE.”

  STORM

  SHE DIDN’T ASK FOR MY HELP. BUT I’LL BE DAMNED IF I JUST STAND BY AND WATCH

  STORM

  I didn’t have room in my life for someone else.

  But that was before Natalie.

  It was supposed to be a one-time thing.

  But once wasn’t going to be enough.

  Not by a long shot.

  Not until I put a ring on her finger and a baby in her belly.

  Not until I make her MINE.