by Kara Hart
“Shit, I don’t know. I’m getting too old for this shit, but I got word that my son Adam is comin’ back for a while. Thank God for that, right? He was some wild plans. Maybe we’ll see them through.”
“Wild plans?” Rust asked further.
“Some bank job. I dunno, quit askin’ me about this shit. You’ll make me think you want back in or somethin’. You’re a free man now. Enjoy it while it lasts.”
Rust turned to me and kissed my forehead. “You’re right. I’m a free man. Free as I’ll ever be. I got a woman, my friends, and a new life ahead of me. This is the best day of my god damn life.”
I thought back to the day I met him, the day Johnny came up to me. So much had changed since then. Whole life had twisted into something unimaginable. It was beautiful to think about.
All this time was spent running in a direction opposite of ourselves. Darkhorse had uprooted all of us, placing us in a spot to choose for the better of all our men. And somehow, by some stroke of luck, we had chosen the right path. There wasn’t anything left to do, other than live our new life. Now that we had each other, we had everything we could have ever asked for.
“Rust?” I asked him.
“What is it, baby?” He looked at me with love. There was something important that I needed to ask him.
“Can we leave and go back to your place? I need you to fuck me all night. Let’s make a baby.” I said, smiling.
“Say no more.” He picked me up and carried me outside the building.
Let me tell you, I could barely walk after that night.
Epilogue: Jackie
Two years later
“Honey, can you come out here and grab the tomatoes for me? They’re finally ready.” Rust said, outside the front door.
I walked outside into the warm light and looked at my man. He was tending the fields, collecting his harvest. I couldn’t believe that this was my life now. Inside I could hear our baby playing with her toys in her crib.
“Look at you, looking all sexy.” I said, smiling. “Here, let me help you.” I walked out and looked proudly at our farm. He had worked so hard for this moment. Our first harvest. I really couldn’t believe it! I sat down in the soil with him and pulled off all the ripe tomatoes I could find. “I’m really proud of you, baby. You did it. You really did.”
“Not without your help though. Shit, we’re gonna make a killing off this yield.”
I could still vividly remember when we first got married. Pulling up in the drive-thru on his motorcycle, feelin’ so embarassed by the whole thing. Now it was a fond memory. I guess we had technically been married for a while now, but it finally felt like a real thing.
We eventually had a real wedding. You know, one where everyone could come and celebrate. It was truly incredible. There was Bruce and his son Adam, Johnny, Avery, and all of Courage. As soon as we said the words “I do”, the bottles of champagne, whisky, and whatever other substances they kept in their pockets came out. Everyone brought their bikes and it turned into a real debauchery of a night.
We’re still a little hard around the edges, but time has a way of changing you for the better. Lucky for us, there’s a new member of the family: Emma. She’s my pride and joy. Though she’s just a baby, I just know she’s going to grow up to run the world. She won’t know the hard life we led because I won’t let her fall to our lows. Maybe she’ll be a doctor or a scientist-someone who can help fix this world. Who knows what’ll happen? The possibilities really are endless. The fact that we’ve ended up here proves that much.
Rust is just about the sweetest father to her ever. He’s got the scars of a soldier and the tales to back them up, but his mind is set on the future. He’s constantly talking about her to friends and, when he’s not with me or, he’s above her crib or holding her in the garden outside.
And the farm? Well we’re set to make a fortune off it. It took a while to get sorted out, but once we did, it was just like old times. Only now we deal with families and kind-hearted people.
Every time I look at Rust, my heart aches. All the pain and sorrow we once felt, what was it all for? And why did we continue to want to feel those things. It’s like when you’re a child and you cry to your momma, even though everything is okay. You cry because you know something will happen. It’s not that it actually hurts. But deep down you know that if you stop, she’ll stop feeding your ego.
But what if we stop? Does the story end? Or does it keep going? Maybe next time it’ll have more sunshine. Do the adventures hit too hard? Or do they just frighten you less? Why is that such a bad thing to us? Why do we keep going with the bullets, the darkness, and the hate? What is it for?
Well we stopped all of that. That was it. And our adventure is unfolding, just like the nature around us. I can tell you one thing for certain: the story doesn’t end just because you let the pain go.
The story just gets better and better. It has a bright color to it. It lifts you up. And when you look your baby in the eyes and she smiles, it is like a stroke of heaven.
More Books By Kara Hart:
Burnt: A Bad Boy Romance (Courage MC)
Railed: A Bad Boy Romance (Courage MC)
About the Author
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Bonus Book: Railed!
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Copyright © 2016 Kara Hart
Railed: A Bad Boy Romance
Courage MC Series, Book 2
Copyright: 2016 Kara Hart
Am I immoral? Maybe. Cruel? You bet your ass I am.
Hope Lawrence has everything she could possibly want. That is, until she meets me. Fame and fortune soon falls to the wayside and her lucrative career as a Country Singer disappears overnight.
I love my whisky almost as much as I love my women. Destruction was my game.
But I’m done fooling around and playing games. If I want to be the boss of the gang, I’m going to have to wise up and act like a man. I need a wife. Stability. A real life.
There’s only one problem: She promised herself she wouldn’t end up with a guy like me. Of course, as soon as we locked lips, everything fell apart. They took her away from me. They held her for ransom. My brothers betrayed me.
Now I need my revenge. I’m off to save the most beautiful woman in this damn world. And I ain’t taking no for an answer…
Railed is a standalone bad boy romance novel with a HEA and absolutely NO CLIFFHANGERS!
Avery
It’s celebration time and I’m fuming. I can’t help but get loaded and liquored up. It’s what I do when others around me share their happiness. I can’t stand it.
Little Luke got out of prison. Yippee. So what? Everyone was gathered around the table, smashing bottles and getting railed. Not me. No, I was alone, sitting in the corner, eying one hot chick. And boy, did I want to dip my face into her backside. That was the least of my worries though. Luke was back home and I owe him a fortune. Never wanted to betray a brother, but how was I supposed to know he'd get out so early. While he made the rounds, I cautiously eyed his movements, and pretended to drunkenly flirt with this stripper.
“You are a stripper, right?” I asked her, smiling lazily and trying not to spill my beer. My eyes were crossed in drunkenness and my balance was slightly thrown off. That didn't mean I couldn't fuck. I could fuck perfectly. It was just the convincing part that was hard, at least at this late of night. It’s like the saying goes: A biker
would rather fight than fuck. That’s a saying, right?
“Honey, you keep calling me that and I haven't corrected you. But you have to stop. I'm here with my boyfriend. I'm a singer. Hope Lawrence, you ever heard of me? She reached out her hand for me to shake it. I burped.
“Can't say that I have. What kind of music is it? You sing the gospel or what?” Of course I knew who she was. She was all over the Internet these days. Didn't change the fact that she looked a hell of a lot like a stripper.
She shook her head. “Look, I have to go. My boyfriend’s waiti—” I cut her off.
“Like hell you gotta go. Your boyfriend can wait, baby. You ever been with a guy from the crew before?”
She shook her head, seemingly annoyed, yet intrigued.
“That's right. ‘Cause if you had, you wouldn't be bringin’ your sad sack of a boyfriend to a party like this. I mean, look at him. He looks like he just got done working a 12 hour shift on Wallstreet. You think he belongs here?”
I looked over at him and he gave a childish wave and smile. What a moron. He couldn't even tell I was well on my way to taking this broad home with me.
“I'm the talent here. He came to be there for me. Just in case.” She blushed and looked down.
“Just in case?” I couldn't care less about why he was there. I just wanted him to disappear. My eyes dropped to her juicy breasts. They were practically calling me to them. How was a guy to resist?
“Just in case one of you wanted to take advantage of a little girl like me?” she smiled, still looking a little bashful. But I could tell that she wanted it. She didn't care about her boyfriend. He was a pussy. And no woman wanted to date a pussy.
“How old are you, honey?” I asked, licking my lips. I was just some perverted biker in her eyes. Maybe I really was. Didn't matter to me. Nah, in the life I led, none of that shit mattered. The crew was important. That's all.
“Twenty. How old are you?” she asked. Yep, she was definitely interested.
“Twenty? You sure as hell don't look twenty!” I sipped my beer arrogantly.
“What, do I look thirty to you or something?” She acted embarrassed but I could tell she wasn't. She knew how old she looked. She looked young. I'm sure she got all the guys to tell her that. Not me.
“Look, baby. I'm not here to flatter your image.” Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the boys of the crew gathered around Luke. I should be there right now. I should be celebrating right now. At least to keep the crew connected…“I gotta go, sweet cheeks. It was, uh, nice meeting you. Good luck with that boyfriend of yours.”
And that's how it's done. Leave her hanging and she’ll remember you forever. I didn't care. After all, she was another dumb escort, ripe for the taking. She may not have known it yet, but her little boyfriend was practically just her pimp. After you've had 50 or so girls like her, you quickly realize they're all the same.
I walked straight to the rest of the boys and put my arm around the boss and Luke. These parties were always less about the celebration and more about making sure deals went down and that you were next to the right people. I was in a strategic position like this and every one of them knew it.
“Avery! There you are, you bastard!” Bruce, the boss of the crew, yelled. His face was completely red and his beard appeared to be soaked in alcohol.
“Thought I'd give my regards to the free man here.” I smiled, squeezing Luke’s shoulder. He side eyed me and lit up a cigarette. I leaned over his shoulder and whispered. “Look man, I gotta talk to you. Got some cash for you now. I'll have the rest soon, I promise.” I handed him an envelope and he shook my hand.
“That wasn't the deal, brother.” he said, spitting into an empty cup. He looked up at me and fixed his brown hair. His eyes were squinty and mean.
“Yeah but I got you. Just give me a week. Don't worry.” Truth was, I didn't owe him shit. This misunderstanding had gone way too far. He got caught during the deal. That wasn't my fault. We've all shared a decent amount of jail time for our crimes. Ain't no thing. But I could tell Luke wasn't gonna budge on this. Sometimes you had to make sacrifices and stay silent about it. The crew was already looking pretty shaky, despite our recent earnings.
The boss slapped Luke on the back. “No talking about work. We’re at a party, you dumb sons of bitches! Start actin’ like it!”
“He's right.” I said, smiling. “Someone get Luke a drink and a girl!” The men cheered as some heavy rock and roll played on the stereo. Some men who were playing pool started fighting and everyone gathered around to watch.
“Where's Adam?” I asked Bruce.
“You know Adam. He's somewhere, bringing us in money. He does well, you know. But I wish he'd be more of a team player. He's got no wife, and he acts like he’s his own boss. It ain't good for our image.” He took another swig of beer and gulped it down loudly.
“Yeah, but what're you gonna do? Can't exactly blame the guy. He's bringing us millions.”
“You know damn well it ain't about the money, padre. It's about commitment and loyalty first. The rest is just the icing on the cake. Look, Avery. You're a good kid. Remember when I took you in? You had nothing. Your parents abandoned you. Now you have us. Now, I'm getting older, and I know what you're gonna’ say, that I'll live forever or some bullshit. But I'm gonna be real frank for a second. You're a strong contender for the top spot if ya want it.” He looked at me all serious-like, and smiled.
“Bruce, I don't know what to say.” I stuttered. Luke was turned away from us but he was definitely listening to every word uttered.
“You don't need to say anything yet. This ain't happening tomorrow or the next day. It's just food for thought. Keep this between us, Avery. Oh, and do me a favor. Get yourself a wife. You gotta’ have a woman. Makes you look respectable.” I nodded and kept my mouth shut.
A woman, huh… All women were shit to me. They break your heart, take your money, and in the end they all leave you alone with your dick in your hands. But if that's what it's gonna take for me to rise to the top, then why the hell not? There were plenty of dumb sluts willing to marry a hot shot like me.
“Everybody!” Bruce stood up and addressed the rowdy men. “Settle the fuck down! I got a speech, goddammit!”
Everyone suddenly turned silent as the boss was making his announcement. A man in the back turned off the stereo.
“There we go. I don't wanna hog all the spotlight here, so I'll make this short and sweet…” Bruce said.
A bald headed Mexican named Jorge stood up, “Odelay! Now sit down old man!” he smiled and slapped the backs of the men in front of him.
“Fuck you, Jorge!” he called out. “Any other jokers in the room? Shit, man. Who let you in? Ain't they building some wall not too far from here?” Everyone hollered and whistled loudly. “I'm just messin’ with the guy. We all love you, Jorge. But today ain't your day. Now, where was I? Oh yeah. We’re here to celebrate a man of great integrity and honor. Most of all, he showed Courage. This is a dangerous job. We all know this. There's a lot of people who wanna kill us, rob us, and throw us in jail. But in the end, it's our connectedness that keeps us strong. Avery got caught for some shit, he paid his time, and now he's going to get what he's been owed.”
“Here! Here!” a drunken slob in the back yelled.
Bruce sighed. “It's been a good year for us. For all of us. Myself included. But let's not forget who we are. When good things come, remember there's a whole lotta’ bad right next door. Prepare for it. Cause it’s comin’ boys. Anyway, didn't mean to turn this into something it shouldn't be. Here's to Luke Johnson! Best son a’ bitch I know! Cheers!” he raised his glass and chugged the whole thing in three seconds flat. “Now for the entertainment!” he screamed.
The lady I was talking to earlier, Hope Lawrence, jumped onto a table and ripped half of her clothes off. Yeah, and she's not a stripper, I thought to myself, laughing. Alongside of her were two actual strippers, for added entertainment. The boys couldn't get enough.<
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To be honest, her voice was very beautiful. I didn’t get teary-eyed or nothing, but her voice brought me to a place I had never been to before. She looked me dead in the eye and gave me a sly smile, calling me forward with her index finger. Luke scowled, still sipping on his beer.
A wife, huh? I think I could wrangle something up…
Hope
I never asked for any of this. The lavish lifestyle everyone thought I had was a complete and total joke. If only they knew. All of the obligations, meetings, crappy performances I was made to do, weren’t worth the money. Not one bit.
The moment I stepped foot into this “party” I was playing, I knew I was in trouble. How the hell did I get this gig? I asked myself. I looked at Jack, my manager, and scowled.
He knew he had fucked up. “Money’s tight right now, Hope. You know that as much as I do.”
“I know. It’s practically non-existent. It all goes to paying for your suits.” I said, angrily. I pushed my hair out of my eyes and looked around at my audience. This one was gonna be tough. Okay, Hope. You got this. Just smile, act nice, and look beautiful. You’ll win them over in no time.
“No. It goes to your marketing and makeup. Come on, cheer up! Think about where you are. This is one of the most secretive underground motorcycle clubs. Don't you see what this’ll do for your reputation?”
I sighed. He was probably right. My new album wasn't doing as hot as I thought it would, and I needed that extra push to get it jump started. Maybe this would do the trick.
