Sven's Ride (A Bad Boy MC Romance)

by Sara Crest

  We stood up and I aimed my gun for Walsh’s right leg, putting a bullet in it without even thinking twice.

  “You son of a bitch!” he yelled out grabbing his leg. “I’m gonna fucking kill you! I’m gonna kill you and make that piece of shit townie girl of yours suck my fucking cock until she-”

  I pulled the trigger again, hitting him in the left leg, using up the only two bullets I brought along with me.

  “That’s for my dad.”

  “Fuck you!” he cried out. As I took Emma’s hand and led her away from the scene.

  “Where the fuck are you going?” he cried out. “Are you afraid? You’re gonna regret not killing me Sven! I’m gonna come after you, you European fuck! I’m gonna end your fucking life like I should have done when you were just a stupid fucking teenager! Fuck you and fuck that fucking whore!”

  As we walked by Clay I nodded at him, tossing him my dad’s now empty gun into his hands. I had the photo of my parents, I didn’t need a gun to remember them by. It would mean more to Clay than it would to me.

  He gave me a little salute wave off as his men slowly began to surround Walsh and take aim, waiting for Clay to give them the go ahead.

  I smiled at him and brought Emma into the alleyway, letting Walsh’s ramblings become muffled nothings by the group of men surrounding him.

  Chapter Forty-Four

  (Emma)

  Every step we took in that alley I could see him becoming lighter and lighter. He squeezed my hand and rubbed it with his thumb.

  I wanted to ask him what was going through his head, but as I could practically see the adrenalin rush leaving his body I realized that at that moment his mind was blank. He was waiting for it to happen, he was waiting for this part of his life to be over.

  When we reached the middle of the alleyway the shots finally rang out behind us and Walsh’s insults fell silent.

  The sound of the shots echoed through the alley walls and throughout the city. I breathed a sigh of relief and it felt as if the whole city took a breath with me, Walsh’s grip on the city was released. Even if the Empire State Rollers replaced them they would have a man who didn’t infect the city with his toxic bullshit.

  Sven stopped for a second, closing his eyes as we stood there in the alley. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. It was almost like he had just entered his new life.

  “It’s over Sven, it’s finally over” I said hugging him.

  He ran his hand down my hair as we stood there alone in that alleyway. I didn’t know if the city was completely silent around us or if I was just so deep in my love for him that my body blocked out all other noise.

  Nobody would ever take us away from each other.

  We walked back to the bike smiling, it felt like the whole world was smiling alongside us.

  We got and looked over to see Saul getting treated for his wound by an Empire State Roller, Barron had come to and was leaning against a wall trying to get his footing. They saw us together and smiled waving at us as Sven started his ride up.

  He revved his engine twice, getting ready to speed off.

  I held onto him and he looked back at me smiling.

  We were going to leave this life behind, we were going to make something together. We had been through hell and back and I knew that from here on out it would only get better for us, no matter where our lives took us.

  Sven hit the accelerator and pulled a wheelie as we sped off, I laughed in sheer joy and held onto him as the front wheel landed back on the pavement.

  We sped down the street and passed the police line, they didn’t even try to stop us.

  I smiled and rested my head on Sven’s back as we sped off into the night.

  Epilogue

  (Sven)

  2 Years Later

  I woke up to the smell of coffee, stirring in bed for a few seconds before getting up. The window was open and a cool breeze came in, hitting my skin and reminding me that I was completely naked.

  Emma came out of the kitchen and walked over to me, she was wearing nothing but one of my oversized tank tops, it draped over her perky breasts and made me want to take her right then and there.

  She handed me my coffee and I brought her in for a kiss. I couldn’t believe that she was in my life.

  She walked over to the window and looked out, enjoying her coffee and watching the early morning sunrise.

  I followed her, looking out onto rolling hills, thick forests, and clear lakes. I looked over to my motorcycle stationed next to our flagpole, on the pole the Swedish flag was flying high and gracefully in the wind. I still couldn’t believe we actually made it here, that we were making a life for ourselves here. I was starting to regain some of the language back and she was so smart that she could already have some basic conversations. Our friends in the US knew where we were yet we were a world away from everything, just the way we liked it.

  I looked out onto the same town my mother was from, I felt a sense of calm that I had never felt before. The intrusive thoughts had left my mind, in fact they had been gone for almost a year, all that was left was my love for Emma.

  “I love you” I whispered into her ear from behind.

  “I love you too” she said smiling up at me. “Our life is perfect, I don’t think I would change anything.”

  She started to rub her butt against me, it was this early in the morning and she already wanted a piece of me.

  “Seems like you want something” I said jokingly to her.

  “Only the loving that you give me every day” she moaned.

  I kissed her on the cheek and lifted the shirt off of her, bending her naked body over the window so that her torso was outside.

  I rubbed the tip of my already hard cock against her clit, ready to thrust into her.

  She looked back at me and smiled.

  I slowly started to slide myself into her as she let out a few soft moans.

  Never did I think my life would be this good.

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  She’s Mine(Preview)

  Prologue

  (Jack)

  I’ll always remember the first time I saw Viktoria… the night her father introduced her to all of us was one that would change our lives forever. At first I thought she’d just be a nice little prize, a sexy girl with a tight little body who I could have some fun with while getting paid by her daddy to protect her. The way she swayed her hips back and forth, those sexy legs, her tits that’d make any guy who saw me with her jealous, those lips that I wanted to see wrapped around my cock, and those eyes that I could just stare into forever.

  I had to show restraint, but what man wouldn’t want to have a secret affair with the daughter of a Russian mob boss? Wouldn’t that be a story to tell the boys back home.

  But what I thought would just be lust and physical desire turned into more than I expected.

  Once in your life you meet a woman that really lights a fire underneath you. She’s the one that pushes you further than you've even been pushed before, she gets your heart racing faster than any chopper ever could. To hang on to her you'd break and remold your own rules, you'd defy the whole goddamn world and prove to everyone that when you have her there’s nothing you can’t do. Viktoria was all that and more.

  Some men will bullshit you, they’ll tell you that a girl like that will come to you three times in your life. Don’t listen to them. They tell you that to cope with their own loss, they’ll repeat it like a mantra to make them feel better. They fucked up. When I have my hands on her and I’m pulling her body close to mine I know that there’ll never be another girl that can make me as wild as she can.

  You only get one shot, any man can take it, a real man has to hold onto it.

  Look at me getting ahead of myself, when you want a girl as badly as I wanted her you tend to ramble on about it. So
let me tell you how it all went down. Let me tell you how we both fought for each other.

  Chapter One

  (Jack)

  “Shit, I’m late.”

  I used to never have to say those words. Hell just saying it practically killed me inside, I should have never let it get this bad. I had only myself to blame.

  I was sitting on the can, I didn’t need to actually use it, I was just using the stall for some peace and quiet. It was the only place in the bar you could go and not hear whatever shitty music was playing out of their jukebox.

  I stood up and opened the stall door, taking my beer from its resting place by the sink. This bar was the only place in a hundred miles I could get my favorite beer, they didn’t even have it on tap too they had it in a bottle. Man can’t even enjoy his favorite beer while being stuck in a shithole like this… that beer was the only thing that made this town tolerable.

  I walked out into the bar, still sipping on my beer. The way I see it late is late, at this point it didn’t matter if I showed up 10 minutes late or an hour late. I was still gonna get chewed out by Axel, he was like a goddamned schoolteacher with that shit.

  I downed the rest of my beer and immediately motioned the bartender for another, he unbottled it for me and slid it down the counter right into my open hand. A couple of days ago he started a tab for me seeing how I was starting to drink here so often. I still wasn’t sure if I was gonna pay that tab or not, that would come down to how charitable I was feeling.

  As I sipped my beer and looked around the nearly empty bar I crossed eyes with one of the patrons, I had been at that bar every day for the past 4 days and he was here every damn time. If I didn’t know any better I’d say he was following me. Every time we met eyes he gave me this look, this “I could wipe the floor with you” kinda look. He always tried to initiate contact with me when he could by shoving me and bumping into me unprovoked, I hadn’t let it escalate when it happened, I wasn’t in the mood to fight back then. It was a different story now.

  I walked over to him, slow and deliberate so that he wouldn’t think I was about to do some cowardly nonsense like sucker punch him or knock him out clean with my bottle.

  I stood over him, staring down as he drank his beer alone at his table.

  “So, are we gonna do this thing or what?” I asked, taking another sip of my beer.

  “The hell are you talking about?” he replied. It was so easy to tell when they were feigning ignorance, now was the time when I separated the men who had fire behind their stares from the men who backed away at any sign of conflict. Anything I’ve learned from all these encounters is that the modern man is a fucking pussy, they’ll back down as soon as you tell them to put their money where their mouth is.

  “You been staring at me for the whole week buddy, now do you want to start this thing or not?”

  He stood up from his chair and I motioned him out the front door. Least I could do for the bar owner was not trash his place for no real reason.

  He walked out the door and I followed, downing the remainder of that beer before chucking the empty bottle across the street.

  No sooner had that bottle shattered he swung at me, even with a good buzz going I saw that coming a mile away. The thing is about me, if you miss that first punch the fight might as well be done. With just one quick jab I had him on the pavement.

  I don’t know how many times I’ve done this before, but it gets easier every time I do it. If there’s one thing that being a part of the Iron Horses Motorcycle Club taught me is that guys’ egos inflate when they run into a biker. They see the patches on my vest and it was like showing red to a bull.

  I was holding the fucker down with one hand, it only took one solid punch to drop him onto the pavement which was disappointing. I was hoping that this one would actually have some fight in him. Once you’re on your back it’s all over, you just better hope I’m in a good mood and don’t beat the shit out of you while you’re down.

  It was just like every other time, it happened far too often. I’d park my ride somewhere to go inside a store to get something, maybe even have a quiet drink. There was always just some overcompensating dumbass either disrespecting my bike by sitting on it, disrespecting me by calling me soft for being part of the Iron Horses, staring me down when I was trying to unwind, or challenging me in front of their drunken friends in order to prove something.

  I’d like to say I don’t know why they do it, but I know exactly why. The Iron Horses is a pretty new club full of fresh blood, guys think they can beat up on one of us and make a name for themselves real easy. That may be true for some of the younger members but I know how to carry myself, you cross me and I’ll make you regret it before you even hit the ground.

  I stood up, letting the little bastard scramble to his feet and dart off. Some guys chase them down to make sure they learned their lesson but that shit isn’t worth my time, besides I had somewhere to be.

  I walked over to my bike, thankfully the fight didn’t spill over and cause us to hit it or else we’d really have a problem, I just had it painted the chassis pitch black to match the rest of the ride and I didn’t want a scratch on it.

  I got on and turned my key, bringing it to life. I had to haul ass across town to make sure I got to my meeting on time, maybe this time we’d actually get to do some worthwhile shit instead of just intimidating the coke, meth, and heroin dealers scattered throughout this town. I joined the club because I wanted to make it into something, the higher ups were getting in the way of that and my patience was running thin.

  I pulled onto the highway and really let my ride fly, when I hit 100 miles per hour that’s when I really start to feel the rush.

  Truth be told I was starting to question my allegiance to this club, my skills were being wasted here and being stuck in one area for too long was starting to get me antsy. I wanted my goddamn freedom back, I couldn’t believe I gave up on the ability to do what I wanted when I wanted all for a chance to try and build up this worthless club. Don’t even get me started on the bullshit the higher ups pulled, it was starting to become a “conflict of interest.”

  I used to be as free as I wanted to be, I went where I wanted, did what I wanted, and made money how I wanted. When I joined this club I thought it would just be an extension of all of that, instead it was just full of posers and fakes who had no idea what they were doing. Yeah it was still more fun than my old life but why settle for better when you can have the best.

  I pulled off the highway to the shit side of town. Apparently being a part of a MC means that you should always hold up in a place that even the drug addicts thought was beneath them.

  I spotted the meeting spot, an old abandoned strip club that we were trying to refurbish into a new headquarters, the presidents of the club thought that the old one would be compromised any day now so a move was imperative. That’s the thing when you join an MC with no history, you gotta try making something out of nothing.

  “Shit, they’re already here” I said spotting the bikes that were already parked outside of the joint. I pulled into the parking lot and turned my ride off, patting it down and thanking it for the safe journey.

  I rubbed the stubble on my face in frustration, I was not looking forward to the shit that I was about to be put through for being late.

  I walked up to the door, looking around to make sure I hadn’t been followed before opening it.

  It was my second time in the old strip joint and it was just as disgusting as I remembered. Part of the roof caved so water and animals regularly got inside, of course nobody had the incentive to actually fix the damn thing.

  The guys were all sitting at a round table, they went silent when they saw me walk in.

  “You’re late Jack.” It was Axel, the closest thing we had to a chapter leader. That wasn’t his real name but he refused to answer to anything other than that. I wanted nothing more than to drop him but I couldn’t risk getting kicked out of the club just yet. Soon though, real fuc
king soon. Just give me a fucking reason and I’ll do it.

  “Yeah, I’m late, it happens.” I replied walking over to the empty chair. Axel was the only higher up there but the other guys were all just grunts like me. Not including Axel there were four of us. Unlike the other grunts we were always stuck with doing the hard shit because we were the only ones who knew how to get things done.

  “It didn’t happen with anyone else, you’re always late. Does our team mean that little to you?”

  Jesus it was like a fucking board meeting. I stared at him in the eyes, I wanted to plant my fist right on his jaw. He was just some kid barely old enough to drink who got in because his uncle started the club and he thought he could just order us around.

  “You gonna ride me for being late or are you gonna start the fucking meeting?”

  I could tell that pissed him off, he always had this attitude with me. He would treat me like I was gunning for his position in the club, he should probably stop thinking so highly of himself. He shrugged off my comment and turned to address all of us.

  “We got a job for you all, it pays big.”

  Fucking finally, sick of kicking meth heads out of our territory for pennies on the dollar. I wanted to make some real money.

  “So what do you want us to do then?” one of the men replied. It was Chuck, he had been there longer than any of us and it showed. Why he didn’t quit this shitshow I’ll never know.

  “We got a contract direct from the head of the Russian mafia up in Chicago, he’s short on guys and needs some extra muscle for what he says is something big.”

  “Oh shit the Russian mob? How does a big player like the don of the Rusky mob know anyone from our circle?” Mikey asked, Mikey was the new guy and I didn’t know much about him. What I did know was that he used to ride solo like me and was a fast learner. As far as I was concerned if he stayed out of my way I’d stay out of his and everything would go along just fine, besides he was starting to grow on me.