Lane (Grim Sinners MC Book 1)

by LeAnn Ashers

  Oh my god.

  “Lane, you are so perfect.” I rise and kiss his cheek.

  “Why are you so surprised at me doing the little things? I fucking called out those fuckers who were disrespecting you in front of me, and you acted surprised?”

  I swallow and run my hand down his face. “Nobody has stood up for me before, ever. You barely knew me and you stood up for me.”

  He shakes his head angrily. “I would fucking kill someone for looking at you wrong. You need some better fucking people in your life.”

  I freeze as I think over his words, and I believe him. I believe he would kill someone over me; he looked me dead in the eye as he said so.

  This is fucked up, but I love him being so protective.

  “Nobody is to mess with my man either. I’ve got a feisty side you haven’t seen yet.” I wink and he falls over beside me, laughing. He kisses the top of my head. “I heard about you knocking someone out with a tree branch for being mean to a dog.”

  My jaw hits the floor. “What? Who told you that?” Then it hits me. “Shaylin.”

  He nods, grinning.

  “Well, if you can accept that, then we are good.” I laugh once again and lay my head down on his chest. “I wish we could stay here forever,” I admit to him, as his fingers drift through my hair.

  “Me too, Doll, but I have Tiffany and I have to take her to school tomorrow.”

  He has a daughter and, since he is not leaving my ass, she will be mine.

  “I understand, Baby.” I run my hand up and down his abs. God, can he get any hotter?

  Lips touch the top of my head. “Go to sleep, Doll. I will lock up for you once I leave.”

  I close my eyes and snuggle closer to him, and I feel the blanket being pulled over my naked body.

  6

  Amelia

  “I can’t allow you to take that dog back into your custody. His fractures are not from running into the fence, it’s been intentionally done. The police will be here shortly, and you can tell your story,” I tell the dumb fuck in front of me as politely as possible.

  This man looks like he has been rode hard and put up wet. He doesn’t seem to have bathed in a very long time, and he looks like something that has crawled out of the woods. His nails are the worst, and they are irking me. They are crusted with dirt and god knows what. He brought in a small poodle with a broken leg, and I can tell immediately it was forcefully done.

  “Where is my dog?” His nose is inches from mine. This fucker has two seconds to get out of my face.

  “Look, you cannot have your dog right now. If you will talk to the police, we can get this all sorted.” I smile politely at him and fold my hands directly in front of me.

  “Bitch, give me my fucking dog or I will tear this fucking place apart!” Spit is flying from his mouth, hitting everything within sight. Luckily for me, I’m far enough back that I’m out of the danger zone.

  The door to the room is pushed open, and my stomach sinks because I don’t want her to be mixed up in this. “Is everything okay in here?” my secretary, Jacqueline, asks peeking through the doorway.

  “No, bitch!” he screams and slams the door on her, trapping her neck between the door and the wall.

  Oh my god!

  She screams and I grab the tray off the counter. I bring it down with all my might on top of his head. He lets the door go, and Jacqueline falls to the floor crying.

  I kick my leg out and trip him, and he hits the floor with a thud. I reach down and grip the top of his shirt. “Does it make you feel like a big man hurting a woman?” I yell and punch him hard in the face. He falls backward, hitting the concrete floor with a thump. I punch him until he is unconscious on my floor. Men like that are fucking worthless. I hear Jacqueline sobbing, and I turn around to see her holding her throat.

  I help her off the ground and hold her as I lead her out of the room, away from the man who hurt her. This is ridiculous! I hate the fact that someone was hurt at my place of work like this.

  A police officer walks into the clinic and he takes in the scene, including Jacqueline’s tears. “What happened?”

  I point over my shoulder. “He attacked her and I beat his ass.” I don’t even care if I fucking go to jail at this point. My phone rings in my pocket, and I help Jacqueline into a seat then pull out my phone. I see it’s Lane and hit answer.

  “Baby, want to get dinner tonight?”

  I gnaw on my bottom lip before answering. “I may be going to jail,” I half whisper.

  “What the fuck? Why?”

  I hurry to explain the situation before the police officer walks out of the room.

  “I am on my way, Baby, I am already in your town.” He hangs up and I stuff my phone back into my pocket.

  The next few seconds are crazy as a ton more police pile into the parking lot. I have been asked way too many times what happened, and Jacqueline tried to explain the best she possibly could, but I can tell her throat is injured.

  “I had no choice, he was hurting her,” I tell another officer, and he writes some shit down on his notepad.

  That’s when we all hear the roar of motorcycles and turn to see Lane in front of a huge group of bikers. They all come to a stop near me.

  “Do you know the Grim Sinners?” the officer who was interrogating me asks.

  I nod and point at Lane. “That one is mine.”

  “You’re the president’s ole lady?”

  I smile and nod.

  “Well, that’s all I needed to know.” He stuffs the notepad into his pocket and whistles at the other police officers, who turn to him. “She is the Grim Sinners president’s ole lady.”

  “You okay, Doll?” Lane asks once he reaches my side.

  “I am fine, honey, Jacqueline is the one that’s hurt.” I point at the back of the ambulance. The guy I beat the shit out of is sitting on the ground cussing at everyone who walks past. Such a douche bag!

  When I lifted my hand, I noticed a sharp pain. My knuckles are bruised. I wince at the sight and close my fist, but the guy deserved more than that. He had her fucking neck trapped between the door and the wall, pushing with all his might. He could have killed her.

  “Let me see your hand.”

  Lane lays my hand on his gently as he inspects it. It’s not broken; at worst, it’s just a sprain.

  “You’re a fucking badass,” one of the MC guys says, laughing.

  “He deserves more than what he got.”

  “I agree with you there.” He nods and glares at the fucker on the ground. I avert my gaze and look at Lane, who looks furious.

  “What’s up?” I ask and let my hand fall from his.

  “Stupid fucker could have hurt you.”

  I close my eyes and lean into him. He wraps his arms around me, kissing the top of my head. God, I missed him even though I just saw him last night.

  “I am okay, I can take care of myself,” I mutter against his chest and he laughs.

  “You’re a little hellion.”

  I smack him hard on the butt. “You best believe that.”

  He laughs and tugs on my hair. “Come on, Doll, let’s get you fed.”

  “What about Jacqueline?” She waves me away, giving me a thumbs-up.

  “We will go see her after we eat.” He pats my ass and pushes me in the direction of his bike.

  “I’ve got to lock my practice!” I stop and see Wilder standing beside me with my keys. “Already done.”

  “No more excuses.”

  I look at Wilder from the corner of my eye, and I can’t help but admire him. He is one fine-looking man, with his beard and tattoos. Wilder winks and I turn my head.

  I am so busted.

  Lane is my main squeeze, though. I am crazy about him, and he is the hottest guy on Earth. He is all mine, plus he rocked my world last night. Did I mention I am walking funny because of it and fully satisfied?

  Lane hands me a leather jacket and a helmet. I put both on and climb on behind him. I scoot as
close as possible, and my hand brushes his dick through his jeans.

  “You’re asking for it, Doll.” He doesn’t turn around, but just starts the bike. The bike vibrates and I squeeze Lane’s side. Oh fuck. The vibration is hitting my clit in a very nice way, but that can’t happen right now. I shift my hips to get more comfortable.

  We pull out into traffic, and the guys pull up beside us. Lane is slightly in the lead, but the others are surrounding us.

  It’s a crazy feeling being followed and surrounded by bikers. Bikers who look like they eat nails for breakfast. People stop and stare as we pass. I know there is another MC in this town. This is an MC town. The Devil Souls rule the streets, but everyone knows the Grim Sinners; they have been notorious for years and years. I remember my mom talking about the Grim Sinners when I was a kid.

  Lane grabs my butt and pulls me closer to him. I laugh and kiss the side of his neck. He taps the side of my ass in retaliation and grins at me.

  This guy. I smile and shake my head.

  A few minutes later, we pull up in front of Blue’s Steak House beside a lone bike.

  Lane lifts his hand for me to hold onto as I climb off the back of the bike. I pull off my jacket and helmet, handing them to him. He puts them in the saddlebags. He places his hand on the small of my back, and I wrap my arm around him.

  Wilder opens the door for us and we all step inside, the men behind us. The hostess is already waiting at the door with a huge stack of menus. How did she know how many were coming?

  Lane and I lead the group as we follow her. She stops at a table that stretches across the room with a lone man sitting at it. This man is a living sin, let me tell you. Can you say silver fox? He has a beard trimmed close to his face and tattoos running down his arms and up his neck. He stands up and he is so buff.

  Holy fuck, this man is so hot. I am not someone who cares about older men, but he is breaking way too many laws being that sexy.

  Lane pulls me closer to the silver fox, and he gets even more beautiful. Nobody can compare to my Lane, but he is fine.

  “Amelia, meet my dad, Smiley.”

  Smiley winks at me as I continue to stare at him. Wait, his dad? Is this what I have to look forward to when Lane is older? Fuck yeah.

  “Hi, nice to meet you, silver fox.” My eyes widen as I realize what I just said. “I mean Smiley,” I stutter. Everyone bursts out laughing around me, and I look down, embarrassed. Lane pulls my face into his chest as it continues to burn.

  I hear chairs scooted across the floor, and I pull out my own chair and sit down. I am between Lane and Smiley.

  “Here darlin’.” Smiley places a menu in front of me. I look at him and he grins at me.

  I lean closer to him and whisper, “I see where Lane got his sweetness from.”

  Smiley grins even more. “Don’t tell the guys that,” he whispers back and I make the motion of zipping my lips. Lane shakes his head with a grin on his face.

  Well it’s true! Lane may be drop-dead gorgeous but he is so sweet! Literally the sweetest guy I have ever met.

  “You want the same thing, darlin’, as last time?”

  I nod and he orders for me. I love that he knows what I want. Lane grabs my hand and gives it a kiss. He eyes every one of the MC guys.

  I realize that kissing my hand is more than him showing affection; he’s letting everyone know I am his and to respect me and not to fuck with me. He is backing up what he told me the other night.

  “Lane, I need you to take me back to my office so I can get my car. I need to go check on Jacqueline.”

  “I will take you to see her, Doll.”

  “Okay.” I kiss his cheek.

  “There’s my woman,” Smiley grumbles next to me, and I follow his gaze to see a woman, older than I am but younger than Smiley, walk into the room. She is gorgeous and pure class.

  “Isn’t she too fucking pretty? Look at the fuckers staring at her.” Smiley glares at the man who just checked out her ass. I laugh and look at Lane because he is truly like his dad.

  “Hey, Baby.” Smiley’s woman sits down beside him. He kisses her on the cheek and she blushes.

  How cute is that!

  I wonder what their story is? I know she isn’t Lane’s mom. There is a lot about Lane that I don’t know and I want to find out. Where is his daughter’s mother? I know he has full custody and Tiffany’s mother isn’t a part of her life.

  We step inside the hospital an hour later. Jacqueline is still in the emergency room, and they are keeping her overnight to do some tests. The door probably damaged her neck; he was pushing it hard.

  My insides are still jumping around about what happened earlier; it’s scary that someone can hurt someone like that so easily. I beat his ass, but I’ve got to admit I was afraid. Really afraid. I feel much better because Lane is with me, but that worry is there. “I believe I am going to go get my carry and conceal license,” I tell Lane.

  He nods. “I believe that’s a very good idea.” He pulls open the door to the emergency room.

  “Bitch!” someone yells, and Lane pushes him into the wall. I watch in utter shock as the man who attacked Jacqueline tries to attack me.

  Lane has the man pinned against the wall, one hand at his throat and the other hand punching him in the face over and over.

  “Lane, it’s okay.”

  He looks at me, his eyes full of fury.

  “I’m okay.” I walk over and touch his face. His body relaxes.

  “Bitch,” the idiot says again, and Lane pulls him away from the wall and slams him back hard. His head bounces off the wall and he falls to the ground, knocked out cold.

  Lane turns to me and starts touching my body. “You okay?”

  I nod and wrap my arms around him. The guy just tried to attack me. What if Lane weren’t here?

  Police officers run around the corner and take in the scene. “You better be fucking happy she wasn’t hurt!” Lane roars and the police officer drags the unconscious man away.

  “Fucking idiotic man, can’t do one thing,” Lane spits out angrily at the police officer’s back.

  “It was probably an accident, Lane,” I tell him and he grinds his teeth together.

  “Accidents like that should not happen, especially if that man wants to hurt my woman.”

  Oh boy.

  Lane takes out his phone. “Dad, meet me at the police station in thirty.” He hangs up. “Stay and visit with Jacqueline. I got shit to take care of.” He walks into her room with me and kisses my forehead. “I will be back in a bit.”

  “Okay.” I sit down in the chair by her bed and watch him walk away.

  What is he doing? But I know he is doing it to protect me.

  Lane

  “What is it?” Smiley asks as soon as I turn off my bike.

  “We got to the hospital, and the guy tried to attack Amelia. The police officers lost the fucker and arrived three minutes after I beat his ass. The chief needs to be told what the fuck is up.”

  Smiley’s face darkens, and he gives me one of his twisted smiles. “She okay?”

  “She is fine, but I can tell it shook her up. Would you mind watching Tiffany for a few hours tonight so I can stay with her for a bit, Dad?”

  “Anything for you, son.”

  We climb off our bikes and make our way into the police station. We have a shit ton of police officers in our pockets. My MC and The Devil Souls both do. We run almost the whole state. We own close to fifty businesses, and we are all living a fucking good life without a worry about anything. My dad began this empire years ago, and I am furthering what he started.

  I walk through the police station and straight into the chief’s office. He stands up when he sees us. He looks at us and knows shit has happened.

  “What can I do for you?”

  Smiley slams the door shut, and the chief flinches.

  “Two police officers fucked up and put my woman in danger. If I wasn’t there things would have been bad, and what I mean by bad
is that those officers wouldn’t be standing.”

  “Oh fuck,” the chief whispers and I grin.

  “Oh fuck is right. You straighten their shit; I am coming for them if I hear of something like this happening again. The two officers are watching the fucker who attacked a woman at the vet’s office downtown.”

  His eyes widen again. “Amelia is yours?”

  My body stills, and I feel my dad moving up beside me. “What of it?” My voice is deadly calm, but my anger is already at the boiling point.

  “She is just pretty, that’s all. She never gave me the time of day.”

  I grab the chief’s shirt and pull him to me. We are now face to face. “She is mine, stay the fuck away. Deal with the officer, or I will deal with all of you.” I let go of his shirt and step away.

  Dad and I walk out of the police station. We aren’t people to fuck with. We may be legit with our businesses, but mess with us, our women, or our families and shit isn’t good for anyone.

  Mercy isn’t an option.

  Amelia

  Later That Night

  “Today was an effed-up day.”

  Lane nods and continues to rub my arms, soothing me. My nerves have been bad all day, mostly because of seeing Jacqueline hurt. I care about her, and it rattled me to the core to see her expression as he was hurting her.

  “It’s all over, Baby.” He kisses the top of my head, and I sit up and throw my leg over him, straddling him.

  “I think it’s time for me to get my carry and conceal license.”

  “That would be a fucking good idea.” He places his hand at the back of my head and pushes it upwards gently until my lips are pressed against his. My heart starts beating harder the moment we kiss. I have never had butterflies before—until him.

  I run my hand up his neck and run my fingers through his hair. He pulls away and looks me in the eye, and he drags his thumb over my swollen bottom lip.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful. Do you know that?”