Falling Into Love

by Selene Chardou

  “What Jaden does with your girlfriend doesn’t concern me one bit. Maybe if you were performing in the bedroom, she wouldn’t be out looking for cock,” I replied in a cool tone before I dragged on my cigarette.

  “And you’re such a fucking expert.”

  “Never said I was but…hey, even when I couldn’t perform properly, I kept Kaz sated and he didn’t stray. I’ll give him a nice little slap on the face for that kiss in front of over fifteen thousand people but am I upset? Not really. A concert is a performance and they were doing their jobs. Kind of hard to get mad at someone for doing what they are supposed to do.”

  “Hey, fuckhead, control your bitch better and this kind of shit wouldn’t happen.”

  I looked in the direction of the voice and spotted Keren as she walked toward us, a freshly lit cigarette between her scarlet painted lips. “Stop being a pussy, Seth, and grow some fucking balls for fuck’s sake! Kaz was just doing his job and he would never cheat on Syd because he loves her. And you, if you ever so much as threaten to harm a hair on this chick’s head, I will fucking bury you myself. No one fucks with my friends—biker code 101—unless you’re prepared to be fucked back, you get that?”

  I had never been so happy to see the gorgeous redhead as I was at that moment.

  Seth put his cigarette out with the tip of his Doc Martens and walked back into the stadium without a word.

  “Thanks, sweetie.” I smiled at Keren and she smiled back before she dragged from her cigarette.

  “My pleasure. Guys a fuckin’ junkie dick. If I was Talia, I’d be trying to get all the rocker cock I could handle.”

  “Oh, Jesus…you’re not fucking any members of Scarlet Fever?” I inquired in a panicked voice.

  “God no. Do I have ‘Muppet’ written on my fuckin’ forehead. I am fucking Linx and boy does that man know how to give a woman a proper orgasm. We’ve been hooking up since Paris. He’s girlfriend free though I hear he has a baby mama somewhere in the far off picture but it’s a just tour thing anyway. My dad already has my future old man picked out and he’s strictly hard-core MC. If I came home with anyone who wasn’t a biker, I’d get my ass beat black and blue. Plus, it’s just fun and we both understand that as mature adults,” she explained with a wry smile on her face.

  “I don’t know…something doesn’t feel right.” I finished my cigarette before I immediately popped a stick of spearmint gum in my mouth. “Seth is weak as cat shit—no way is he going to survive the rest of this tour. Sometimes I just want it to be fucking over already. I’m tired and I want to remember where I am by waking up in the bed Kaz I share in L.A.”

  “Tours are hard, baby girl…but remember, the parties alone are worth it. Tonight’s celebration is supposed to be killer but you can’t wear that.”

  I looked down at my oversized gray cashmere sweater, black skinny jeans and matching shit kickers. “What’s wrong with what I have on?”

  Keren laughed out loud. “What’s right with it?”

  “How’s Misty? Is she doing okay?”

  “Nice way to change the subject but come on, we’re bailing early. You’re coming back to our suite pronto and I am dressing you for the after party. Kaz won’t be able to keep his frisky hands off you.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Fine, let’s go.”

  She threw her cigarette to the ground and I reluctantly followed her. What the hell had I brought on myself and what kind of crack was I smoking when I agreed for Keren to help me dress for an after party?

  “HOLY SHIT! WHAT the fuck did you do to my hair?” I gasped as I looked at myself in the mirror.

  I had to admit I looked hot and just an inch this side of slutty but more rock chick than anything and that was the whole point of the make-over.

  I also found out how Misty was doing when we’d initially arrived at their suite. She wasn’t doing well at all; in fact, her depressive state of mind was downright scary.

  The moment we entered their suite, we found her sitting on the sofa, crying as she held her iPhone with her right hand.

  “Please…don’t leave me like this. I want to be with you and I love you. How could you do this to me and think I’d forget you? Was this just petty revenge against my father? I’m begging you, take me back. I want us to be a family and fuck my dad, goddamn it! I’ll risk his wrath because he’s not going to do shit to his only daughter.”

  “Is that the ex-boyfriend she’s talking to?” I questioned Keren as she led me straight to the bedroom suite.

  “Yep. She loves that useless motherfucker and has been crying on the phone to him every day. He strings her along but won’t make any promises. It’s hard seeing my best gal in so much pain but I went through it when Kaz broke it off with me so we all have to live and learn.”

  My heart thundered in my throat as she brought out her makeup case and fussed around with a couple of outfits she’d already had on her bed. The room was surprisingly tidy for two chicks but I always could tell there was something about Keren that was more than met the eye.

  My right hand reached for my collar bone as I dropped my hobo bag on the floor. “Did he…string you along?”

  “You bet your ass he did!” she exclaimed in a raucous voice before she burst into boisterous laughter. “Seriously, he’d moved on and was fucking Damira by that time but I begged and pleaded for him to take me back. He would listen, make no promises, whisper sweet nothings in my ear and I lived on fucking booze, coke and hope for a whole solid year. I didn’t give up until I saw the wedding photos in Society Magazine.”

  Tears sprung in my eyes and threatened to spill over. I couldn’t believe my Kaz had done that to any woman. I collapsed to the floor and began to sob out loud. “How could he do that to you? Why the hell couldn’t he just be a fucking man and end it?”

  Keren walked over and sat beside me before she patted my knee. “Listen, men are pricks, regardless what color, ethnicity, religion or fucking dick size they have. Kaz is no different and I was a stand-by, just in case things didn’t work out with Damira. It’s the same situation Misty is going through. We both know Drake has another woman…this gorgeous German he met when he visited his mother’s homeland earlier this year.

  “He’s going to marry her. I’ve already spoken to his sister, Gisela. The wedding is planned and there’s nothing Misty can do to stop it—”

  “How do you know his sister?”

  Keren laughed again but this one was more subdued. “My sister, Kyra, she’s the brains of the family. She and Gisela run a law firm together in Lake Tahoe on the Nevada side of the border. Jackson, Hughes & Associates—most of their traffic comes from the MCs and Gisela’s father’s illegal activities so they’re busy and because they are both smart as whips, nothing gets by them.

  “She’s really cool and you’d have no idea Drake is her younger brother but…I can’t fucking stand the guy. Love her though because she’s a stand up girl and fuckin’ drop dead beautiful. She defends any client to the best of her ability, whether he’s a from that Nazi thug biker gang, the White Knights MC, or he’s a Saint or a Bastard. She doesn’t discriminate as long as the cash is green and you can afford her fees. Kyra’s good but she still has a lot to learn while Gisela has been doing this forever and a day. Right now, she’s defending Cillian against murder charges against an undercover ATF agent and it looks like she’s gonna get him off too.”

  “That’s Jaden’s oldest brother, right?”

  “Yep.” Keren stood and hoisted me off the floor. “Come on, let’s get started. You’re gonna need a lot of help.”

  I had to give the woman credit, for a biker chick she had excellent taste. She dressed me in a pair of magenta leather pants and a ripped, black Marilyn Manson tee shirt which showed off my taut stomach. It had strategic cuts along the front and back. The outfit was finished off by a pair of black, four-inch spike-heeled booties.

  My tattoos were visible and without a bra, it was the perfect rocker chick look. Although my breasts were safe from sp
illing out of my top, I still felt a bit self-conscious.

  Afterwards, she got started on my makeup. Sheer cover-up; lots of black eyeliner and black eye shadow, which emphasized my steel blue eyes. My lips she painted a pretty nude color and then finished off with lip gloss.

  Finally, she tackled my long hair and sprayed in a product which left me with chunky, bright red highlights. When I looked into the mirror, I gasped and almost had a heart attack because I barely recognized myself.

  “Relax, it washes out…you wash your hair pretty often, don’t you?”

  “Usually every other day,” I replied still shocked by my transformation.

  “Then wash it tomorrow and all this red shit will come out but tonight, you are going to rock Kaz’s world. Ready to go to an after party?”

  Keren looked great with her red hair flowing around her shoulders and back, a sleeveless black fishnet top that showed off a scarlet lace bra and a black leather skirt that barely covered her ass. She wore matching fishnet tights and black, knee-length Doc Marten biker boots.

  She had a great figure, and although she was thinner than me, she certainly wasn’t scary skinny and definitely looked like she could throw down with many of her tats on display.

  I stared at her before I smiled and nodded. “What about Misty?”

  “She’s not going anywhere. Have you seen what she looks like lately?”

  I’d observed her when we entered. Her dark hair hung limply down her back, her bright blue eyes were dulled and she had lost weight and was nothing but a large belly. She was supposed to be due sometime in January but she looked like she would give birth any day.

  “Is she eating?” I questioned in a quiet voice.

  Keren rolled her eyes. “She claims she can’t keep anything down. I’m just glad she isn’t drinking and drugging. She has the occasional cigarette but you don’t know what Misty was like before. Hard-core biker chick and party girl. Had every guy in the MC with a permanent hard-on. Of course they wouldn’t touch her because she’s no sweet butt—she’s the fuckin’ MC Prez’s daughter.

  “She could throw down with the best guys and can shoot better than most guys but she wasn’t a whore. You know Drake broke her virginity? They’ve been sneaking around since high school and maybe that’s why she thought they really had something special but that asshole was only interested in stickin’ it to the Prez. I think impregnating his only daughter pretty much did the job.”

  I didn’t have any time to process any of this information because Keren had broken out the coke and Jack Daniels. She straightened four lines before she poured four shot glasses full of JD.

  I snorted my lines before I downed my two shots of Jack. She did the same and we both left the hotel room. I knew that night was going to be crazy but I could never guess how wild it would get.

  KEREN AND I entered Augustiner Keller.

  The place was packed to capacity and everyone seemed drunk and happy. I wasn’t exactly sober with the JD in my stomach and the cocaine coursing through my veins. It didn’t take us long to locate the band, or rather, them to locate us. Kaz snuck up behind me and grabbed me by the neck before he planted a passionate kiss on my lips.

  “Where the fuck have you been? I was going to send out a search party to locate you.”

  I glared at him and tried not to remember what Keren had told me about the demise of their relationship or his passionate on-stage lip lock with Talia.

  “Really?” I wondered out loud in a dubious tone. “The way you kissed your little singing partner didn’t seem like you missed me too much.”

  Kaz’s blue-green eyes turned cold before he chilled Keren with an arctic look. “Is she high?”

  “No more than you are,” she retorted as she grabbed a one liter stein full of beer from a passing waiter. “Listen, she’s just fucking with you. I’m going to find my bootie call and you two lovebirds can have at it.”

  I waited until she was out of hearing distance but it was so loud in the beer hall, no one would have heard us talking. “I know it was an act but it really hit home. I am in love with you, baby. I don’t like other women kissing you and I just needed to chill a bit. Don’t be mad at me.”

  Kaz smiled before he placed his hands on my ass. “How can I get angry with you when you are looking like an advertisement for sex? Keren did a good job, even with the red in your hair. You look smoking hot right now.”

  “Are you in love with me?” My heart thundered in my chest and I suddenly hated I asked the question at all. What if his answer wasn’t what I wanted to hear?

  “You know I am but I will say it out loud. I fucking love you, Sydney Landvik. I would die for you and there is nothing that I wouldn’t give you to make you happy. You are the air I breathe and the blood flowing through my fucking veins. Is that what you want to hear while you’re looking more and more fuckable to me?” he whispered in my ear as he kissed my neck and his hands rummaged under my tee shirt to touch my bare skin.

  “Yeah, I did want to hear it…are you high too?” I inquired before my tongue licked along the side of his neck.

  He tasted of Ed Hardy’s Love & Luck body wash and his own body chemistry I loved more than any cologne or body wash he’d ever used.

  “As high as you are.” He rolled his eyes as we stared at one another. “There’s a chapter of the Lucifer’s Saints here and the Prez is a huge Scarlet Fever fan. He always buys this place out when we are in town and gives us a bag of coke. It would be rude not to use what he provides.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck as “Cry For You” by September began to play on the loud speakers. We also had an in-house DJ and it was officially on now.

  We mostly swayed with the music while Kaz ground his erection against me and pulled me closer, his bare hands moving up and down my back.

  “I didn’t even know LS had charters this far into Europe.”

  “It’s Dizzy’s—” he paused before he said, “Ciarán is my biological father’s brother. He moved here to Germany because his old lady is German and Dad gave him permission to open a chapter here. Most of the members are German—hard core fuckin’ bikers who do most of the hits in the States and then come back here when Killer—sorry, Cillian—hasn’t flipped his fuckin’ lid—but my uncle gives us protection. He would never let anything happen to us.”

  “Cry For You” was replaced with a smooth transition into “I Remember” by Kaskade.

  “Why do I get the feeling you aren’t telling me everything? How close are you to your real father?”

  “Too fucking close,” he said before I rested my head against his chest. “I’m not patched in though he is desperate for me to do so but I won’t be at his beck and motherfuckin’ call like Jaden. Plus, no one can know about our connection—Syd, I mean it, you can’t tell anyone. Not Laurel or Sasha or your family…Faith can be murdered for what she knows and they would kill her in a heartbeat. Why do you think she and Jaden are still together? She can’t leave him and stay alive…it’s that simple.”

  The weight of his words flowed through my coke high and I suddenly felt dead-sober. “You know I wouldn’t tell anyone, baby. What we share in bed and when we’re alone, it’s between you and I. I swear your secret is safe with me and I would never use it against you.” I bit my lower lip. “Does Damira know?”

  “Yeah but…Loire is her cousin.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “Loire is…was…in the club life. Dizzy likes to spread the love and she’s my half-sister…her mother is Damira’s maternal aunt. She was a club whore and after she got pregnant with Loire, she was forced to leave. The woman has had a rough life and because they can get to Damira through Loire, they aren’t worried about what she knows. She already understands she is dead if she were to say anything. My ex-wife is a lot of things but stupid isn’t one of them.”

  I clung to Kaz as we continued to dance and allowed the sick feeling of dread to settle into my stomach. For the first time, I truly I felt like I wa
s in over my head in a situation I had absolutely no control over.

  Chapter Ten

  Copenhagen and Heartbreaks

  BY THE TIME the tour arrived to Denmark, the grounds were covered with snow. Kaz could officially admit he was worn out and tired; the tour had finally started to take its toll and although the bands still did the impossible by pushing themselves to the limit, it grew more trying each day. Road life was a drag and it was starting to bring him down and make it harder to put on the best show possible.