Biker's Heir Series Box Set

by Brooklyn Jones

  “Hungry, are you?” Coal said, kneeling down in front of me. I tried to ignore him, drinking from the water bottle to wash the rock down my throat. His smile stretched into a devious grin. Coal's index finger touched my leg and ran up my thigh. “You're kinda pretty.”

  My leg recoiled in horror. “Don't fucking touch me.”

  “Oh come on now.” Coal's hand returned to my bare leg. “I think the two of us can have a little fun.” Coal stood up and unzipped his jeans slowly. His penis was small, skinny, and shriveled. It would be a miracle if he could perform with that. “I bet those lips of yours would feel mighty nice on my snake.”

  The thought of doing anything with Coal made me want to gag. “I'll fucking bite it off if you put that thing anywhere near me.”

  That didn't stop him. Coal licked his lips and ran his hand up my skirt. “Just play nice. This could feel good for both of us.” His finger reached my underwear and Coal closed his eyes, moaning to himself.

  Now was my chance.

  I reeled my left leg in and pushed out with every ounce of strength I had left. My foot connected with Coal's face, sending him flying back. His body made a thud against the cement. I thought he was knocked out until he groaned and rolled over, holding his hand to his face.

  “Now what the fuck was that?” he yelled. Coal checked his hand for blood and found none. “I was gonna to take it easy on you. But now you've asked for it.”

  Coal grabbed my thighs and spread my legs wide. I struggled against his grip, kicking and screaming. “Get the fuck off me!” Coal just laughed as he ripped my panties clean off. I tried to pull on the rusty pipe that my zip tie was connected to but it wouldn't budge.

  Coal's nasty dick was only a foot away from entering me. His eyes were empty and cold. I couldn't do anything to stop it.

  “Get the fuck off her,” a voice said from behind Coal. Pain came out of nowhere and grabbed Coal's hair, dragging him away from me.

  Coal was on his knees. “What the fuck are you doing, Pain? You don't own her!”

  Pain didn't reply and instead punched Coal straight in the face. Coal spit out blood and lunged at Pain, knocking him over. I heard the crack of Pain's skull as it hit the basement floor. Coal jumped on top of Pain and choked him with both hands.

  Pain was dazed from the crash against his head. He needed my help. I called out to him to fight back but he couldn't hear me. I tried to bargain with Coal to not kill him. Told him he could have me as much as he wanted if he spared Pain's life. But Coal was too far gone. His anger had taken over and nothing could stop his rage.

  I pulled as hard as I could on the rusty pipe, my wrists bleeding as the zip tie dug into my skin. The pipe finally broke in two pieces, freeing me. I gripped the pipe like a baseball bat and flew at Coal. I never played any sports in school and never even held a bat before. But I had been to a few games. It couldn't be that hard. I swung the pipe at Coal's head, hitting him directly in the temple. A spray of blood shot out in a wide arc behind him.

  Home run!

  Coal's body went loose and he toppled over. Pain gasped for air, holding his red-marked neck. He looked over at Coal, checking his mouth for any breath. “You fucking killed him,” he said.

  I dropped the pipe and it made a clang as it hit the ground. Tears welled up in my eyes. “Holy shit. I didn't know what to do. He was going to kill you.” Pain got up and wrapped his arms around me. “I don't know what would have happened if you didn't come down and stop him.”

  Pain told me be to be quiet as he pet my hair. His strong embrace calmed me down a little. My nose was running and I wiped it with my arm. “What are we going to do now?” I asked.

  Pain ran his fingers through his hair and inspected Coal. “I have no fucking clue. The MC is going to crucify us both if they find his body.”

  I put my hand on Pain's shoulder. There had to be a way out of this. “What if we sneak his body out and bury him somewhere? They'll think he's gone missing.”

  Pain shook his head. “Too many guys upstairs. No way we get out of here without being seen.”

  “Then you tell them it was all me. I tried to escape, killed Coal, and you stopped me.” I didn't want to sacrifice myself but it was better than both of us going down for the crime.

  Pain took my hands in his. “I won't feed you to the dogs. I'll take on this whole MC if I have to.”

  I wanted to kiss him so hard right then. Pain looked so stoic. A real hero.

  Gunshots boomed upstairs. My whole body shivered with fear. I grabbed onto Pain tight, my fingers clenching his leather cut.

  Pain whipped out his pistol and checked the magazine. “You stay down here. I'm going to check it out.”

  I couldn't let go of Pain. He was the only one that could protect me. Who knows what awaited him upstairs. More gunshots went off. “Don't leave me alone down here.”

  Pain pried my fingers off his cut and lowered me down until I sat back in my old spot in the basement. “I can't afford you getting hurt. Stay here and don't make a sound. I'll come back to you...I promise.”

  I believed him.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Pain

  My body was still shocked from the fight with Coal when the gunshots went off upstairs. If I had actually gone through with fucking China Doll then I would have never made it in time to save Emily. I did my best to calm Emily down and made sure my Remington was still loaded. Coal was dead and the MC was going to destroy us for it. More shots rang off. Probably a shotgun. I could hear some yelling but couldn't make anything out. Whatever it was, it wasn't good.

  I made my way slowly up the stairs, my gun drawn and pointed at the door above me. This had to be Byron hitting us. I gave Emily one last look before ascending—a look that confirmed that she was safe and everything was going to be fine. I'd never let any harm come to her.

  The door at the top of the stairs was slightly ajar. My gun poked through the crack, swinging the door open. A Mexican dressed in a Death Merchants cut was pointing a gun at one of my brothers on the ground. E-Z was full of holes, his blood pouring out. I opened fire on the Mexican, unloading my entire clip, yelling E-Z's name. Bullets screamed through the air hitting the Mexican in the chest and head, chunks of brain and skull scattering like confetti. He dropped to the ground next to E-Z with a blank stare.

  I ran to E-Z's side but it was too late. His white wife-beater was stained red and his eyes were glazed over. There was no time to grieve. I stepped over the bodies of a few prospects and hookers as I reloaded my Remington. The bar looked like a horror scene—Cash was slumped over the bar amid broken glass, a big hole in his head. I walked outside to see Blaze laying in the dirt clutching his chest. Two Mexicans on bikes rode off, spiting dust behind them. I fired as many shots as I could before they were out of view. I looked to my bike and then back at Blaze. I still had time to catch up to the Mexicans.

  I kneeled down next to Blaze and put pressure on his chest. He coughed up blood, trying to speak. “Pain...”

  “Don't speak, Blaze. I need to get an ambulance.” My hands were slipping on his chest from all the blood. He wasn't going to last much longer.

  Blaze shook his head. He whispered but I couldn't hear him. I leaned down and put my ear to his lips. “It's too late for me.” His words were barely audible. “Don't let those fucking wetbacks get away with this.”

  I looked into Blaze's eyes and nodded. “They'll all die by my hands.” Blaze's breathing stopped with a gasp and his hand relaxed and fell into the dirt. I stood up and dropped my gun, my fingers numb from shock. The Mexicans had completely decimated us.

  I went back into the MC to find Tater and Tank covering the dead bodies with blankets. The police would be here soon. “What the fuck happened?” I asked.

  Tater shrugged his shoulders and sighed. “The Mexicans came out of nowhere. We didn't even have a chance.” Tater pointed to one of the dead bodies. “I took one of them down but there were too many of them.”

  Tank balled his han
ds into fists. “Where's the Prez? We need to hit them back right now.”

  There was no getting around it. “Prez is dead. E-Z is dead. Cash is gone...Coal is dead.”

  Tater began to shake. “Holy fuck...We're the only ones left.”

  “What the fuck are we going to do?” Tank asked.

  I shook my head. “I have no fucking clue. All I know is that the Mexicans need to pay for this.”

  “Think the Blacks hired them for revenge?” Tater said.

  I went over to the bar and Tank helped me lower Cash's heavy body to the ground. “It's possible. We knew the Blacks had a deal going on with the Mexicans,” Tank said.

  “We don't have the manpower to hit the Mexicans back. We'll just get slaughtered,” Tater murmured.

  The shock and fear wore off and was replaced with pure hatred. The Mexicans were going to fucking die even if it meant my death. “We need to find out if the Blacks are in with the Mexicans. We need Byron's help.” I looked towards the basement door. “And I know exactly how were going to get it.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Emily

  The dead eyes of Coal stared back at me as I huddled into the corner of the basement. Gunshots boomed upstairs and for all I knew Pain was dead like the rest of them. It had to be Byron taking revenge. What would he do to me when he discovers me down here?

  A figure came down the stairs and I grabbed the pipe that I had killed Coal with. I wouldn't let Byron take me without giving a fight. I hid at the bottom and swung when he hit the bottom step.

  A hand grabbed the pipe before it connected with his head. “Whoa, Emily. It's me.” Pain stood there with blood all over him and a gun in his hand. Pain took the pipe and tossed it across the room.

  My legs wobbled and I couldn't stand anymore. Pain took my hands and helped me to the floor. “Did you get him? Did you kill Byron?”

  Pain kneeled down in front of me, a dark shadow covering his face. “It wasn't Byron. It was the Mexicans. They killed a bunch of us. There's barely anything left of the Devil's Hellions MC.” Pain looked over at Coal's carcass. “I need to get you out of here.”

  Pain gathered me in his arms and picked me up. He carried me up the stairs and out of the basement. I could feel the pain radiating from Pain. The Devil's Hellions MC was all he knew and it had been taken from him. I saw the death and destruction as Pain carefully stepped over all the dead bodies. The clubhouse was in shambles. Could they ever come back from this?

  Pain took me up to his room on the second floor. He gently laid me on the bed and placed his pistol onto the desk. “I need your help, Emily,” Pain said, turning to me.

  What could I possibly help him with? I'm just some scared little girl. But if he needed me, then I was there for him. “Whatever you need, Pain.”

  “I need Byron,” he replied, determination searing in his eyes.

  How could I say no. Pain was more broken than I was. “Tell me what I need to do.”

  “Call your brother, tell him what happened to us, and see if he'll meet.”

  I gulped. Meeting Byron again after what I did was terrifying. What if he tried to take me from Pain? Or worse, what if he kills us both?

  Pain put his hand on mine. He was warm and soft. “Don't worry, Emily. I'll protect you from him.”

  I looked up into his gray eyes. “And who's going to protect you?”

  Pain pulled a strand of stray hair out of my eyes and tucked it behind my ear, brushing the back of his hand against my cheek. I wanted him to stay by my side forever. I couldn't resist this biker.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Pain

  My MC was in shambles and all I could think about was plunging my cock deep into Emily. The adrenaline from the fight with Coal and the shootout was still coursing through my veins. Her blue eyes bored into me with an innocence that I had lost years ago. Emily had seen so much death since being with me. Her steeled expression showed how strong she was.

  I couldn't help myself. I kissed her hard on the lips. The intense pleasure washing over us like a tidal wave. Emily breathed in sharply as my tongue entered her mouth, lightly playing with hers. I craned her head to the side and trailed kisses down her neck. I stretched her shirt until her bare shoulder was exposed. I set my teeth on her, gnawing on the bone. Emily shivered, her hands feeling up my chest.

  “Why does your skin taste so good?” I asked, my tongue running across her collarbone.

  “Don't stop,” Emily commanded. I lifted her shirt over her head and drooled over her great big tits. Emily's black bra was just a little too small for her which made her melons burst out of the cups. Emily ran her fingertips along her peaks. She took my head and slammed me against her chest, burying my face in her breasts.

  My hands moved around her back and deftly unhooked her bra. I wrapped my lips around her nipple until it became hard and long in my mouth. I flicked her pencil erasers with my tongue and Emily cried out. Her pillows were so soft as I squeezed them.

  Emily suddenly shoved me off and I fell backwards onto the bed. The animalistic desire raged through her as she pulled my leather cut off and tore away at the blood-stained wife beater. She layered kiss upon kiss, moving from my neck in a straight line down my chest and to my stomach. Her fingers fumbled with my belt buckle and jeans but she finally was able to get them off. I'd never been with a woman so eager to fuck me before.

  “You're so damn big,” Emily said, admiring my throbbing cock pinned beneath my black boxer briefs. She pressed one finger against my shaft and my dick pulsed. Emily gasped and giggled with a hand covering her mouth.

  “Don't think you can just play with me all day. I'll make you gag on my cock until my cum is dribbling from your lips,” I said.

  Emily bit down on her bottom lip. “That's not such a bad idea. But I have a better one.” Emily pulled down my boxers around my knees until my long cock flung out. She lifted one leg over me and straddled me like a horse. Emily pulled her tight skirt up and stretched her black panties to the side until her wet pussy was revealed. Emily sat down on my crotch, suffocating my cock between her lips. She rubbed her wetness against my shaft until I was all lubed up.

  Emily felt so good against me. The lips of her pussy engulfed me and I wanted to come all over her. But not yet. My hands reached up and mashed her tits together. Emily lifted up, her pussy dripping onto me. She reached down and grasped my cock, guiding me into her warm hole. I squeezed her chest hard as she lowered down onto me until she was completely stretched and filled to the max.

  This slut thought she could torture me—but I'd been with so many whores that I knew how to make them squirm. I pressed my thumb against her clit, rubbing her around. Emily rested her hands on my chest, lifting her ass into the air and slamming down on me. She wouldn't be able to control herself much longer.

  “It feels so good...Pain.”

  “Come around me, Emily,” I murmured. “Let me feel your pussy clench and quiver.” I flicked her fleshy bulb back and forth until she moaned my name.

  Emily came undone, quaking on top of me, her legs vibrating. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she said over and over again. Emily came back to me with an intensity, rocking her hips back and forth. “You're so deep inside me.”

  My hands sneaked around Emily and grasped her ass, flinging her up and down on me. I watched her tits bounce while she whipped her dark hair behind her. My engorged cock couldn't wait much longer. This whore knew how to make a man feel good.

  Emily bent down and kissed me, her breast pressed hard against my chest. Her lips trailed across my cheek and to my ear. “I want to feel you come,” she whispered.

  The pleasure hit its peak and I detonated within Emily, unloading my hot cum. Emily arched her back and came with me, her pussy tightening, her eyes rolled back. We screamed at the top of our lungs until we had no breath left.

  Emily collapsed onto me, her breasts spilling out against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her sweaty body and held her close. No chick had ever made me feel t
his way. I didn't want to just throw her away and move onto the next slut. All I wanted was another time with Emily. One more time to fill her up and make her moan.

  “That was way too good,” Emily said, exasperated. She brushed her hair around and looked up at me. “Was that good for you?”

  “God damn, baby, do you even need to ask?” I lifted Emily off and set her down next to me. “Where did you even learn how to ride cock like that?”

  Emily bit the tip of her index finger. “I love the way you feel inside me.”