Axel: (A Gritty Bad Boy MC Romance) (The Lost Breed MC Book 2)

by Ali Parker

  I rubbed at my throat and tried hard not to return pop him in the mouth for hitting me. I'd deserved that shit, but I was the upper dog in the fight, and would easily win should it come to something like that.

  "Stop fucking around and tell her." I popped him in the gut. "And don't hit me again. I'll fuck you up."

  "You wanna go, old man?"

  "Old man?" I reached for him as someone cleared their throat behind us.

  "I heard you had my keys, Johnny." Her voice was sweet like sugar.

  "That I do." I winked at Axel and spun on my heel. "Damn, Miss Morgan. And I thought your car looked good all dressed up and pimped out."

  She smiled and bit at her lip as she eye-fucked me. Oh yeah. She was going on her knees.

  "I have a little bit of time before I have to get back to work. Maybe you could show me a few things about the car. It's new to me, you know."

  I nodded. "Your daddy buy it for you?"

  "Something like that." She walked closer to me and pressed her hands to my chest. "I always forget how sexy you are in your uniform."

  "I look better with it laying in a pile on the floor." I slid my hands over her hips and gripped her ass tightly as I leaned down toward her. I paused just before pressing my lips to hers. "Axel?"

  "He's gone." She pressed her big, fake tits to my chest and smiled. "Where can we go?"

  I licked at her mouth before moving back and grabbing her hand. "Come on, kitten. You look thirsty."

  She purred softly, and I couldn't help but chuckle. The woman was too much for a regular guy like me, but she was more than willing to let me have a few moments of hope. It was all I needed to make the day better than the one before.

  "Why don't you get cleaned up and come to one of our events? You'd look so fine in a suit and tie, Johnny." She pressed herself to my back as I worked on the door to the supply closet. Long red nails pressed into the bulge at the front of my black dickies before stroking my budding erection in a slow, sensual way.

  "That's not at all the kind of man I am." I walked in and turned, pulling her in and wrapping my arms around her. The creamy white dress she had on would be smudged with the oil on my fingers, but something told me that she didn't give a damn.

  "I'm so glad you're not." She pulled me close and leaned in to consume my mouth.

  I slid my hand into her curly blonde hair and pulled her down into my lap as I fell onto an old office chair someone must have put out there for inventory. "Suck me off, Nancy."

  "God yeah." She kissed me a few more times and moved to her knees, tugging at her skirt as I worked myself out of my pants. It was one thing to have a slut like Candace on her knees, but an entirely different experience to have a woman like Nancy Morgan willing to service my needs. She was money. Old money.

  I touched the side of her face and gave her a wicked smile. "I know you're a good girl, but try and expand your horizons for me this morning? Make sure your lips touch my balls, hm?"

  She growled and moved in, sucking and licking at my shaft until I was covered in the wetness of her mouth. Her hands worked me in long tight strokes, and within a few minutes, she had me panting hard. The idea of pulling up her skirt and fucking her tight slit for the next hour was all I could think of, but I knew better.

  Oral sex was about as far as I'd let things go with a woman like her. She'd get possessive and shit. Or worse... want a relationship. There was no damn way. Not after the shit with Candace. Besides, the guys were my focus when I wasn't worried sick over my fucked up nephew.

  Nancy gagged a little, bringing my concentration back to her attack.

  I moaned and lifted my hips, fucking her mouth until the world exploded around me. I came hard and fast, wishing I had more to give her as she drank me down and licked greedily at my cock.

  "I love how you taste." She smiled up at me. "Fuck me today."

  "Not a chance, Angel. Come on. Your car is ready." I gripped her arms and stood up, taking her back up with me. "You couldn't stand a dick this big anyway. Not for your first time."

  "It's not my first time." She gave me a sexy pout.

  "Yeah, it is." I pulled my pants up and worked to zip and buckle them as I moved around her. I pulled her keys from my pocket and handed them back to her. "It's in the lot and it's cleaned up and ready to go. See you next time you come in."

  "Wait. That's it?" She sounded hurt.

  Damn. She was my favorite toy and here she was fucking things up for us.

  "Excuse me. I'm looking for Johnny Moretti?" A feminine voice caught my attention. I couldn't see her face, but something in the tone of her voice worried me.

  "Johnny!" Nancy yelled behind me.

  I turned to face her. "What? You know how this works. Don't get things mixed up, kitten. Just go about your business and when you need your car serviced again, you know where to come." I winked and turned as Axel walked toward me with someone in tow. The woman was too small to see around Axel's big ass frame.

  "But you didn't even taste me," Nancy whined as I walked away. I ignored her. She'd disappear and come back for more eventually. They all did.

  "Taste her?" Axel gave me a look and moved back, letting the woman in tow walk around him. "Do I even wanna know?"

  "Mr. Moretti?" A petite brunette with a cute button nose, full lips, and thoughtful brown eyes extended her hand. "I'm Detective Markum from NYPD."

  It took me a minute to hear what she said. She had to be the prettiest woman I'd seen in a long time. Naturally pretty. The kind of woman that made men stop what they were doing to grab one more glimpse of her. The khaki's and button-down shirt were all wrong on her and hid what I assume was a soft, curvy figure.

  Fuck me. Maybe I was still turned on by Nancy sucking me off so well, but something about the cop had my pulse spiking. Maybe it was because she was so small. She barely came up to my chin.

  "NYPD, hm?" I nodded and walked past her. "Not sure what you're doing here, but make it fast. I got shit to do."

  "Shit or random women that stop by the shop?" She followed me, as did the sound of Axel's voice.

  "Ha! I like her already. Detective Markum is it? Please. Stay as long as you like."

  I glanced over my shoulder. "Make it quick. I don't have time for your bullshit, cop."

  "Wow. Now I see where Jason gets it from." She shrugged. "Never mind. Forgive the intrusion. I'll just find him on my own."

  "Find him?" I reached out and grabbed her wrist. My fingers could wrap around it twice. My cock twitched at the thought of pressing her into a bed and letting her feel the full weight of my body against hers. Would she be scared? Thrilled? "Talk, and fast."

  "I stopped by your house. He's not there." She glanced down at her wrist but didn't pull from me. The light dusting of pink on her pretty cheeks told me that I wasn't the only one having naughty thoughts.

  "He's a teenager. I'm sure he's out fucking a pretty girl or hanging out with his friends."

  "Well, that's great, but he's out of range for his ankle bracelet. We can find him and bring him back in range together, or I can find him by myself and arrest his ass." She tugged her hand free and turned, walking toward the parking lot.

  My eyes moved down her back to the swell of her ass. Her pants had a hard time hiding that. I smiled and followed after her.

  "We'll take my bike."

  "I'll follow you in my car."

  "Nope. You gotta flat." I motioned toward the car and pulled out a switchblade, popping it into a tire as I passed.

  "What the fuck was that for?" she barked, her voice growing dark fast.

  I picked up a helmet and tossed it to her. "On the bike, or find your own ride. Your choice, cop."

  "Fine. You're fixing that." She put the helmet on and got on the bike behind me.

  As she wrapped her arms around me, she seemed to have trouble trying to figure out where to put her hands.

  It wouldn't happen in a million years, but some part of me wanted her to reach down and see just how big my cock was
as she cupped me.

  I wanted her thinking about what I was thinking about.

  Fitting it inside of her.

  Chapter 6

  Dani

  My body was tight and aching as we drove across town with me wrapped around the back of Johnny. My mind raced with the idea of what it would feel like to belong to a guy like him. Was he violent in bed, or loving and giving? I smiled and balled my fist tighter as I held onto him. The bastard had slashed the back tire on my cop car, making life a little more difficult than it had to be.

  Funny enough, if it were Tani he was looking for, I'd have done the same thing. My heart ached as I let myself say her name a few more times. It was easier to refer to her as 'my sister' to everyone, hell, even to myself.

  Something about her name brought back too many memories, too much longing.

  Johnny pulled the bike in the driveway of his house and parked.

  I pulled the helmet off and swatted his hand away as I got off. "I told you he wasn't here." I pulled my phone from my back pocket. "You're wasting my time."

  He ignored me and walked to the house, leaving me holding the helmet. I dropped it on the ground and followed after him.

  "Johnny. This isn't a joke. Jason's messed up too many times on his-"

  "I'm aware, cop," he barked over his shoulder. The anger in his voice stopped me cold in my tracks. There was nothing loving or gentle about him. I needed to remember that not everyone had a good story for why they were who they were, or why they were where they were. Some people just sunk to the bottom of their own perdition. Johnny Moretti could simply be that type of guy.

  The handsome president of the Lost Breed Biker club had been a hit man for the mob and had connections directly to the Cooper syndicate out on the West Coast via Jeremiah "Axel" Cooper. If he were close to Jeremiah, then he couldn't have a redeeming quality inside of him.

  "Maria?" Johnny called out as he walked into the house.

  I reached out and stopped the door from slamming on me. Maria? His wife? Girlfriend?

  My curiosity got the better of me. I wanted to know how he got into a life of crime. I kept romanticizing it in my head, making him a bad guy with a good heart.

  "Stop it. Shit," I mumbled as I walked into the kitchen and looked around. The small dilapidated kitchen was clean and smelled like bacon and maple syrup.

  "Fuck." Johnny walked through the kitchen and stopped in front of me. "My sister isn't here. She must have gone to look for the kid."

  "The kid? Jason?"

  He sneered. "What other kid do you think I'm talking about, lady? Did you sniff glue as a kid? Shit." He moved past me and barreled out of the house.

  "Wait." I turned and forced the need to defend myself back. He was an asshole. I had nothing to say to him. Period. "Johnny. I'm coming with you."

  "Not without a helmet you aren't." He got on the bike and put his helmet on and held up three fingers, pulling one down at a time as he watched me through the tinted glass around his eyes.

  "I don't like you very much." I scooped up the helmet and got on the bike.

  He popped up his face visor and glanced back. "Hold on tight. We're gonna break a few laws, cop."

  "I'm fine." I reached behind me and gripped the handlebar at my ass. A scream ripped from my lips as he backed up and hit the gas, skidding out and almost throwing me off the bike. I reached up and wrapped myself around him like we were lovers. "Asshole."

  His chest and stomach muscles contracted. The dick was laughing. I hated him even more.

  Sort of.

  ***

  We drove through town until Johnny took a sharp left turn and headed toward the countryside. The cold wind blew around me, whipping at my skin. It should have been uncomfortable, but for the first time in a long time, I felt alive.

  Closing my eyes, I pressed my chest tightly to his back. His back muscles tightened as if my closeness surprised him a little. I'd blame it on being scared, though I was far from it.

  Some part of me that never experienced happiness anymore woke up. I wanted freedom. Lust. Love. Adventure. I wanted to be the woman he put on the back of his bike because I'd captivated his heart.

  And maybe it wasn't just about him. I didn't know him from Adam. He was hot as fucking sin, but so were a lot of other men. I just wanted one of them to fall over themselves to be with me.

  It was Seth's fault, or maybe my father’s.

  Or hell. Maybe it was my fault. I didn't know, but I wanted affection and attention more in that moment than I could remember wanting it before. It was horrible timing.

  It always was.

  Johnny pulled the bike over to the side of the road by a school, and I glanced to my right to see a bunch of teenage kids sitting around on a playground. He turned the bike off and extended his hand to me.

  I ignored it and got off, pulling off my helmet and handing it back to him. He stood up, pulled his helmet off and gave me a stern look.

  "You one of those feminist chicks that won't let a man hold the fucking door for you?"

  "No, but I'm not sucking you off after you fix my tire either if that's what you're asking." I smirked and walked past him toward the kids.

  He chuckled, but stayed behind me. I was grateful to have a minute with the kid by myself.

  "Hey. It's our lucky day." One of the guys sitting near Jason smiled at me and wagged his eyebrows. "You come to service us, pretty lady?"

  "Not quite." I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my badge, flashing it. "Detective Markum. NYPD."

  "Oh fuck." One of the other boys rolled backward off the swing he was sitting in and ran toward the school.

  "Fuck is right." I smiled and nodded to Jason. "I'm your new Parole officer. You're in violation of your Parole. Looks like you have a night of snuggling up to whoever else is in the county jail cell."

  "No way." He lifted his hand as his friends ran this way and that.

  "Yes way, you little fuck." Johnny walked past me and grabbed the kid by his hair, lifting him up like he weighed nothing. "You think you're going to keep dicking with the law and they're just going to let you slide by each time."

  "Ouch. Fuck you, Uncle J. You did. Dad did." Jason kicked and screamed.

  I should have stepped up to help him, but maybe Johnny being a little rough with him was a good thing.

  "No, bitch. Your dad didn't make it." He dropped the kid and knelt in front of him, grabbing the front of his shirt and growling down at him. "You're going to end up dead and in a hole in the ground. These bastards you're playing with aren't kids, Jason. They're monsters."

  "Fuck you, Uncle-"

  Johnny slapped the kid hard across the face and stood up, taking the boy with him.

  "Johnny." I moved up only to have him turn over his shoulder and glare at me.

  "Don't," he barked. "You have no idea of the life we've lived. Back the fuck up. Now."

  I took a step back, scared for the first time in a long time. Johnny Moretti would be a great weapon to have against Tanner King and his crew. It was a funny thought, but I was too lost in how to handle the situation next to enjoy the thought.

  He turned away from me and lit into his nephew, slinging the kid around here and there.

  I pulled my phone from my pocket and called for back-up, quickly giving them the address and asking for a patrol car to be sent over. I'd barely put the call in when a car pulled up behind me with the lights on.

  Thomas got out of the car, followed by Detective Oliver Hill. I groaned internally at the sight of him. The guy drove me up the fucking wall with his condescending attitude.

  "Need some help with a teenager, Markum?" He snorted and walked past me.

  "Yeah. That's what's up." I shook my head and walked over to Thomas. "Hey. How are you?"

  He smiled wearily. "Good. We miss you in Sex Crimes. They assigned a new female cop, but she's just not you. She lacks finesse and fearlessness."

  I smiled and glanced over my shoulder. "I'm not sure I'm going t
o do much good in this new position. It's just not me at all."

  "I doubt that." He closed the door and walked toward Johnny, who was dragging Jason by his hair again.

  The poor kid was an idiot for messing with someone like Johnny, but that much was obvious by the boy's rap sheet. He'd fucked up a million times, and should have been in juvey.

  "Hey. We'll take it from here." Oliver moved in front of Johnny.

  "Move, pig." Johnny walked toward Oliver, who moved out his way and looked almost offended that someone would talk to him in such a manner. "Take his fucking ass to jail for the night, cop."

  "That was the plan." I moved back to the car and opened the back door. "Jason, you understand why we're taking you in."

  I reached for him as Johnny released him and shoved him toward me. The kid reached out and caught himself by grabbing me, almost pulling us both down.

  "Yeah. I fucked up. I get it. So what?" He kept his head down.

  I read him his rights and put him in the car as Oliver and Thomas talked over on the other side of the car.

  The sound of a motorcycle roaring to life caught my attention. I glanced back to see Johnny's tail lights and a cloud of smoke.

  "Hey. How did you get here?" Thomas asked from across the top of the car.

  "Don't ask. I need a ride over to the station to get my car."

  Oliver gave me a funny look until I held up my hand. "Don't. Ask. Seriously."

  He lifted his hands and smiled. "Not sure how you get yourself into these situations, but maybe if you didn't, you would be further along in your career."

  "Fuck you too." I got in the front seat and buckled up. I was pissed that Johnny left me standing there. That he fucked up my car. That I looked like an idiot in front of Thomas and Oliver.

  But most of all, I was pissed that Oliver was right.

  My flailing career was nobody’s fault but my own.

  I was obsessed with justice, and that came at a price.

  A big one.

  Chapter 7

  Ryder