The Biker’s Lucky Charm Glenna Maynard © 2021 all rights reserved
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
The Biker's Lucky Charm (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV, #5)
The Biker’s Lucky Charm
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Epilogue
Author’s Note
Acknowledgements
About Glenna
Further Reading: Just Ride Black Rebel Riders' MC Volume 1
Dedication
~ To mending broken hearts~
Suggested Reading Order
The Biker’s Kiss
Lady & The Biker
Tempting The Biker
Keeping The Biker
The Biker’s Lucky Charm
Taken By The Biker
ROYAL BASTARDS CODE
PROTECT: The club and your brothers come before anything else and must be protected at all costs. CLUB is FAMILY.
RESPECT: Earn it & Give it. Respect club law. Respect the patch. Respect your brothers. Disrespect a member and there will be hell to pay.
HONOR: Being patched in is an honor, not a right. Your colors are sacred, not to be left alone, and NEVER let them touch the ground.
OL’ LADIES: Never disrespect a member’s or brother’s Ol’Lady. PERIOD.
CHURCH is MANDATORY.
LOYALTY: Takes precedence over all, including well-being.
HONESTY: Never LIE, CHEAT, or STEAL from another member or the club.
TERRITORY: You are to respect your brother’s property and follow their Chapter’s club rules.
TRUST: Years to earn it...seconds to lose it.
NEVER RIDE OFF: Brothers do not abandon their family.
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The Biker’s Lucky Charm
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I messed up. I broke my vows and her heart. The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt my wife. One moment of liquid regret. One night I can’t take back. A stupid mistake that should have never happened jeopardized all that I have. I’ll do anything to make it right. All I need is a little luck on my side.
Pam
He promised me forever. All the vows we made were empty. Lies I told myself. Lies I believed in. My husband’s betrayal tore my world apart. He’s a biker. A ruthless outlaw who was careless with my heart. Now he claims he wants me back. Can I give him my heart again or has our luck ran out?
The Biker’s Lucky Charm is part of the Royal Bastards MC Charleston, WV Chapter.
Suggested reading order
The Biker’s Kiss
Lady & The Biker
Tempting The Biker
Keeping The Biker
The Biker’s Lucky Charm
Taken By The Biker
Chapter One
Classic rock belts through the speakers at the clubhouse. It’s been a while since I tied on a good one. After the fight I had with Pam earlier I need a good fuckin’ time. “Fuck whoever you want to then,” her words play on a loop in my head. I don’t even remember what we were fighting about. Only that she pissed me the hell off. Something she seems to do a lot of lately. I knock back another shot. I don’t know how many it makes me. I lost count. I don’t want to think or experience any of the fucked up emotions running through my head tonight. All I need is to forget that I even exist if only for one night. Hell I’d settle for an hour of numb right about now.
Rio slides me a jar of Black Rebel Riders’ MC moonshine across the bar and passes me a blunt that’s fatter than my thumb. Rebel sent a case of the good shit over in celebration of Murder and Alexa’s wedding this weekend. “You look like you could use it, man. Smoke that and whatever is eating at you will fade away at least until tomorrow. Trust me.”
I take a swig of my corn liquor and stare at the joint before passing it under my nose to get a whiff. Mother fuck me that shit is strong. “It laced?”
“Not potent enough to do any real damage. It’ll just take the edge off ya know. It’s that good shit. Got it from a guy I know who did a transport from Texas.” I see the red in his eyes. He looks high as fuck. As high as I wish I were.
“Whatever you say.” I shrug and light up. If it fucks me up too bad, I’ll just crash in one of the empty rooms upstairs. Pam isn’t expecting me home anytime soon. She’s too far up Prez’s Old Lady’s ass to notice anyhow. My wife has time for everyone but me lately. Didn’t even acknowledge me before I walked out the door.
I take a long toke and chase it with more liquor. I shove off from the bar and grab an empty chair at one of the tables to watch the whores grind on each other and the pole. Ass and titties flashin’. These bitches ain’t got a thing on my woman, but she isn’t here. Only easy pussy that’s done been passed around. I’ve only ever had eyes for Pam since the day we met.
Wasn’t like that with her though. Easy. My girl was wild. Met her at a party. She was riding bitch with a nomad at the time. Stole her from him. Fought him for her in the end. I take another hit off the blunt wishing I could go back to when life was much simpler. Now I got a mortgage and a kid. Two things I never thought I’d want. But Pam wanted them so here we are.
Me working my ass off to provide what she wants and needs and her giving me shit for it and ignoring me when I’m home.
Danika struts toward me wearing nothing but a smile and a thong. “Can I get a hit off that?” Big hair and even bigger tits. She’s a beauty. She’s also not my Old Lady.
“Have at it.” I hold the blunt out, and she drops her thick ass in my lap.
I pass her the joint and take another swig from my jar of moonshine. Danika hands me the doobie and goes for my drink. Next thing I know the bitch is stroking my beard and whispering in my ear. “Don’t tell your Old Lady on me for saying this, but I’ve always loved your beard.”
“That so.”
“I think it’s sexy as hell.” Her weed and liquor tainted breath fans over my lips.
“Sexy.” I snort. “She wants me to shave it off.” I wrap an arm around her to take another toke. Pam has been on my ass to shave off my beard for weeks. Saying she wants me to look presentable for the wedding. Like Murder or Alexa give a fuck about my beard. I love my wife but since she became a mom she’s changed. I’m not sure it it’s for the better is the problem.
“Don’t you dare.” Danika gives t
he end a tug. Her gaze meets mine and my vision blurs briefly.
I blink a few times and give my head a shake. Her lips touch mine and I freeze. Danika is staring at me with her tits pressed up against my leather cut one hand on my neck. I’d like to say I’m a better man. That this is where I push her way. But that’d make me a liar.
I like the attention. Lately I’ve not been getting much of it at home.
The party rages on around us. More ass and titties on display. Two girls make out on the stage doing everything they can in hopes of catching the eye of a patched brother. Sex is heavy in the air along with the scent of cigarettes and weed.
I could blame it on the liquor or the joint.
Human nature.
Primal need.
My anger at my wife.
Any of the reasons I can use to justify the act in my mind, but I know better. Even if I am wasted. A line is about to be crossed.
“I’ve wanted to do that since I met you,” Danika confesses.
“And now that you have?” I grin.
“I want to do a lot more.” Her teeth sink into her lip.
“Show me,” I challenge.
Danika slides down my body, dropping her knees to the floor. Licking her lips, she shoots me a wink then undoes the zipper of my jeans. Her fist wraps around me giving me a tug and a few strokes. I’ve never had trouble getting it up. The lips suctioning around the head of my dick may not be the ones I crave, but I dip my head back and get a grip on her hair giving into the temptation of being wanted. All Danika is right now is a warm hole to use. She could be anyone right now.
Doesn’t fucking matter. Sometimes a man just needs to feel wanted. Women aren’t the only ones who can be neglected in a relationship.
The cut chasing slut works my cock, and I imagine her mouth belongs to my woman. The only woman I truly desire. My wife. What can I say? I’m fucked in the head. I picture my gorgeous wife with her soft lips worshipping me. Paying me the attention I’ve been desperate to receive.
I squeeze my eyes shut tighter. Attempting to block out reality. That the tongue gliding up and down the backside of my shaft belongs to a whore who will give it up to nay man with a patch on his back.
My stomach drops and the sensation of being watched pringles along my spine.
Something tells me to open my eyes and when I do all air goes out of my lungs.
My wife’s gaze locks on mine. Her words from earlier come back to me. “Fuck whoever you want.” I yank on Danika’s hair showing Pam I’m only following her orders.
A single tear slides down the woman I love’s cheek. Her face ashen as though she’s about to throw up. A quiver moves through her body. Her bottom lip trembles. She intakes a quick breath. Now she knows how I felt every time Nickle sunk his cock inside her while I watched and prayed for her miracle baby. Hoping another man could give her the one thing I’d never be able to.
Chapter Two
I stare at the clock on my cell phone. It’s past midnight. Another text—one word from my husband flashes across the screen as another tear slides down my cheek that further shatters my heart.
Link: Sorry.
I stare at the screen as the minutes tick by unable to type a response. How am I supposed to reply after what he’s done? He broke his vows. Every promise—even the ones unspoken are null. Void. Meaningless. There’s a saying that the best apology is changing your behavior, but I can’t trust him.
Not right now.
Maybe never.
I don’t know that I want to.
Another text message.
Another lie.
Link: I love you.
Three words that slice into my soul.
Love.
He loves me?
You don’t do what he did to someone you love.
Link: I miss you.
Another lie.
Another mile between us. I swipe away another tear. My anger growing with every passing second. I want to hit something. Like his face. His balls. I want to hate him. To destroy him. To cut him bone deep as he has me. I’m broken. I don’t want to be so hurt, angry, and stupid. But I am all three.
I shoot off a reply.
Pam: Like you were missing me the other night when that whore was giving you a blowjob?
How easily he forgets that I saw them. I wish I could burn the memory from my thoughts, but I can’t. I’m not built that way. God do I wish I were. Things would be much easier. To look the other way. To play pretend. To go back to way things were before he did this to me. To us.
He’s destroyed everything.
My trust.
My love.
Our home.
A lifetime of happy exchanged for a few minutes of pleasure.
It was the night of Murder’s bachelor party. I guess you could say Link and I both had grown complacent. Comfortable. When you’ve been together as long as we have things are bound to get stale and adopting a baby changes everything. You go from two people who have sex all the time to once a month if you’re lucky. I knew he was unhappy, but I ignored the signs until it was too late, and he sought out the comfort of a clubwhore instead of mine. His wife.
The woman he swore to love and protect.
Alexa was going to the clubhouse to be with Murder. My sister, Jules had made some offhanded remark about Link telling Roane things weren’t good between us. Another stab to my heart. He should’ve come to me. Not my brother-in-law. Blood boiling, I decided to pay him a visit being Zoe had Connor. Had I stayed home I wouldn’t have walked through the doors of the Devil’s Playground and witnessed my husband looking all sexy and broody. Slouched down in a chair where everyone could see. His head tilted back. Pleasure etched in his features as he had his grip on a bleach blonde whore’s head. Hair that belonged to skanky ass Danika. The bitch on her knees between his legs going to town on my man’s dick. My heart ceased beating. Breath caught in my throat. Time froze. Chills fanned up and down my arms.
I never thought in a million years he’d ever step out on me. Sure, I’d said some shit to him I didn’t mean, but for him to act on it gutted me to my core. I did the only thing I could to stop myself from carving his heart out of his chest. I got stupid drunk. Drunk enough to block it all out. Drunk enough that I didn’t have to face his betrayal until I had to.
I wanted to kill him. I still do. It’d be easy to blame Danika, but she didn’t marry me. He did. I know her type. I’ve seen enough just like her come and go through the years. Cut sluts. Whores who will fuck anyone who rides a motorcycle and has a patch. I wanted to claw her eyes out. I still do, but I’m not truly mad at her. Link did this. He cheated. Tossed me aside for what? A few minutes of pleasure. From a bitch who only wants to use him for a meal ticket. A free ride. I know the type. The desperate ones are always easy to spot and I can’t believe he fell for it.
Alcohol numbed the pain for a little while but not long enough. I went through the motions at first. Pretending I could look the other way. Pretend that I was fine. Tell myself he wouldn’t do it again. That I was strong enough to get through anything as long as I had him. My bearded man who loved me so much he cheated on me. My heart can’t eat those lies.
My head won’t stand for it either.
We fought. He apologized. We fought some more, and then he hit the road after Alexa and Murder got married. I’ve not laid eyes on him in weeks.
Where do we go from here?
How do I lay next to him at night knowing another woman’s mouth has been on him? This isn’t like the arrangement we made with Nickel when we were trying for a baby. Link was there. It was three times. In the end none of it mattered. My eggs suck and Link shoots blanks. At least I don’t have to worry that he’ll get someone who isn’t me pregnant. That would be more than I can endure.
I’ve spent the past three days completely numb. He’s been on the road doing a run for the club but who is to say he isn’t screwing someone right now. Even if he is texting me that means nothing. I can’t trust him. I rol
l out of bed and check the baby monitor. Connor is asleep. He’s such a good baby, but his sleeping patterns are usually shit no matter what we try. I wore him out earlier though with lots of floor time. He’s crawling like crazy right now and attempting to stand.
Link loves being a father. I won’t take that away from him despite how hurt I am, but I can’t look at him. I can’t hear his voice right now. Our wedding picture stares at me from the dresser. Taunting me. Reminding me of how happy we were in the beginning.
Young. Wild. Free.
There was no one for me but him. Though I made him work for it.
My sexy biker. Tall. Dark hair. Not too long or short. Perfect for running my fingers through. It was lust at first sight between us. I knew within the first minute of him opening his mouth I would fuck his brains out and I did. It didn’t matter I had showed up on the back of Vince’s bike. A biker who rode on occasion with the Birds of Hell MC. I’d gotten hooked up with him when I was working at a Harley shop. He came in for a t-shirt and left with me.
I’d only known him about four months when he brought me to a party the Royal Bastards were hosting and there was Link. All broody and mysterious. A tree of a man I wanted to climb. We locked eyes across the bonfire, and I knew he was mine and I’d forever be his.
All he wanted back then was me. I was enough for him. I stare at the photo wishing I could go back. Only I know there is no going back. Time can’t be erased. Neither can memories.
Neither can the visions of him with her that cloud my head.
A fog I can’t escape no matter how hard I try.
Nothing ever stays the same. Time changes people, places, and things. We aren’t immune. I always promised myself I’d never live a life full of regrets. I’ve seen what it does to people. How it destroys. Poisons them from the inside out.
I refuse to live like that. To be a Ruthie. A dumb cunt who looks the other way and plays pretend.
My phone sounds with another text.
Link: Babe, I’ll be home tomorrow. I’ll have Zoe keep Connor so we can work this out. See you soon.
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