BULL: MC ROMANCE (Forsaken Riders MC Romance Book 6)

by Samantha Leal

  “I think it’s down here,” Lexi whispered.

  As they moved swiftly down it, her heart began to race. For all she knew, Reid could be there at that very moment. She didn’t have time to pull all of her emotions together. She just had to find out if there was any truth to her mom’s tale and whether he was still around. They came to a door and Lexi leaned up and knocked on it. She didn’t know if she was in the right place, but she could hear men’s voices behind it, and it wasn’t long before the sound of locks being turned broke into the hallway. The door heaved open and Lynx peered out at them.

  “Hey, Lex,” he exhaled a plume of smoke. “You after King?”

  She nodded shyly before he disappeared back inside. The girls waited for him to reappear and when he did, he had King by his side.

  Even though her mind was fraught with possibility, Lexi couldn’t help but notice the look Lynx was giving Tammy. He was staring at her in the exact same way King had looked at her the day they met, and she was surprised but happy to see that Tammy seemed quite taken with him, too.

  King held onto her by the arm, instantly sensing something was wrong.

  “Are you okay?” he said. He led her further down the hall, leaving Lynx and Tammy together.

  “No,” she said, feeling the tears welling up again. “This is going to sound crazy but…” She didn’t even know how to begin.

  “It’s okay, Babe,” King soothed her. “Come on, just tell me…”

  “My mom,” she sobbed. “She went crazy when she found out I was seeing you, and then today I go home and she tells me it’s because my dad was part of the Forsaken Riders… She always told me he died before I was born… It’s so fucked up, I just don’t know what to do.”

  King was looking at her in disbelief and he pulled her to him and hugged her.

  “How the hell could she do that?” he asked her.

  “I don’t know. But she gave me a name…” she said with trepidation. “And I want to know if you have any idea who he is.”

  King led her further down the corridor and opened a door to a side room. Inside it was nothing more than a dark closet with a couple of chairs, but he pulled on the light and sat her down.

  “I can see you’re in shock,” he whispered. “It’s okay, just calm down.”

  Lexi began to cry again. She was so lucky to have found King amidst all of the bad experiences she had been through. It had been the craziest week of her life.

  “Okay,” she exhaled once she had composed herself. “She gave me a name, but I don’t know if there’s anything in it… She said that she got pregnant and that he went to jail and then she never saw him again… After that, I was too angry so I stormed out, but she did give me a name.”

  “Go on…” King said as he squeezed her hand tightly.

  “Reid,” she exhaled. “She told me his name was Reid.”

  11.

  King’s hands shook as he held onto her.

  “Reid…?” he asked her. “Are you sure?”

  Lexi searched his face for answers. He clearly knew something, but he wasn’t giving her the information.

  “I wouldn’t just pull that name out of thin air, King,” she said with irritation. “Do you know him or not?”

  He scratched the back of his neck and nodded slowly.

  “Yes, Lex, I do,” he said sadly. “He’s the old boy… The one we passed in bed this morning…”

  In an instant, Lexi felt every single emotion she thought she could ever feel. She went from disbelief, to anger, to regret, to sadness… This man, her father, had been in Slate Springs all along, and now he was dying.

  Tears welled up behind her eyes, and King pulled her to him.

  “I don’t know what to do,” she confessed. “Should I tell him?”

  King shrugged and kissed her on the forehead.

  “Only you know what’s best,” he whispered.

  ***

  When they left the side room, Lynx and Tammy were still by the office talking like they had known each other forever. King whistled down to them.

  “I’m taking Lex over to the clubhouse,” he said. “Let Sasha know she won’t be on the bar tonight.”

  He wrapped his hand with hers and kissed it.

  “Will you be okay, Tammy?” Lexi called to her friend.

  “Sure,” Tammy grinned. “I’m sure Lynx will look after me.”

  He nodded and smiled at her, and Lexi and King made their way back down the hallway, straight out through the bar and into the night.

  “Let’s get out of here,” he said. “You need some answers.”

  He lifted her onto his bike and started the engine, and they flew out of the street to a whoop of men cheering and the blue daze of cop car lights. Lexi felt completely different from how she had only hours before when King was taking her back to their secret headquarters. Then she had been excited and full of curiosity, and now she was shaken and full of dread. What if her mom had made the whole thing up? Or what if Reid didn’t want to know?

  As they flew down the highway and pulled off the main road and onto the dirt track, she kissed King on the back of the neck and whispered, “I’m so glad I found you.”

  He turned his head to the side and said, “Babe, so am I…”

  They pulled up at the house and a soft glow of lights came from most of the windows. It wasn’t late, and she could see movement inside.

  “Before we go in,” she said to King. “Tell me about him…”

  He smiled and pulled her to him.

  “Reid was one of our founding members, and he’s more than well respected. If he’s your father, you’re from a family of legends. You’re outlaw royalty… No wonder I found you and can’t let you go.”

  Lexi felt herself blush and ran her hands through his hair. She looked into his eyes and although she was scared to death, she knew that if she had him by her side, everything would work out okay.

  They entered the house and made straight for the stairs. King held her hand as they climbed them two at a time and walked around the gallery to the doorway that was now empty, save for one of the other bikers who sat on a chair inside the room with Reid at his side.

  Reid looked up and smiled.

  “King,” he said. “Who’s this lovely little thing?”

  Even though he was frail and clearly sick, his voice was still strong and boomed through the room. King smiled and looked down at Lexi who was now almost shaking. He let go of her hand and she moved into the room, searching Reid’s face for some flash of recognition.

  She pulled up a chair and sat down next to him and stared at him deep in the eyes, and it was then that she saw it. The resemblance between them was definitely there. Their eyes were the same, their complexion. Reid was her father… She had found him.

  She held the old man’s hand and felt the tears roll down her cheek. He nodded slowly and his lip trembled. He saw it too.

  “She told me she got rid of you,” he whispered, the tears filling his own eyes. “If I’d have known… I would have found you.”

  Lexi lunged forward and hugged him. In an instant, they both knew that they were father and daughter. Kept apart for a lifetime because of a poisonous woman.

  There was so much to talk about and so much to learn. They laughed together and Reid told her how happy he was that she had found someone like King. A strong, lawless man after his own heart. When he began to tire, she and King went back upstairs and lay together in bed. She hadn’t wanted to leave her father’s side, but it had been so overwhelming and she needed a chance to digest it all. She had been on the biggest rollercoaster of her life, and as she looked back on the events of the past few days, she almost couldn’t believe it had all happened to her.

  “I’m going to look after him from now on,” she said. “I’m so glad I found him…”

  “You’re one of us,” King said as he held her tight and kissed her softly. “This is your house now, too. You don’t ever have to go back there.”

  Lexi
smiled and nuzzled into him. She had finally escaped her mother and Dereck, found her father who she had longed for her entire life, gotten herself a new job and found the man of her dreams.

  “I guess miracles can happen,” she said as she looked up at King and he smiled.

  “There’s so much more to come, Babe,” he said gently. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

  THE END

  My Holiday Billionaire

  Pamela Avery

  Copyright ©2015 by Pamela Avery. All rights reserved.

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  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER ONE: THE JERK

  CHAPTER TWO: HAWAII

  CHAPTER THREE: SECOND THOUGHTS

  CHAPTER FOUR: PASSION WINS

  CHAPTER FIVE: NOT AGAIN

  CHAPTER SIX: LOVE WINS

  Chapter One

  Alexandra Jordan’s big blue eyes filled with unshed tears as the plane taxied down the runway, increasing its speed exponentially, before rising into the air, its powerful engines vibrating beneath her wings.

  She tossed her head, deliberately hiding her face beneath her cloud of riotous blonde curls as she stared out at the rapidly diminishing landscape. Her seat mate, a batty old woman in her nineties chattered incessantly, trying to draw Alexandra into conversation. After several minutes engaged in what turned out to be a droning monologue, the woman took the hint and relaxed back against her seat.

  I should be happy, Alexandra told herself. I should be ecstatic, over the moon; I should be the one talking the old woman’s ear off!

  She had won a trip to freaking Hawaii and was flying first class for the first time in her entire life; plus she was going to spend two exotic weeks at a five-star resort; all expenses paid, and yet she could barely summon a smile.

  She knew why, of course, her eyes filling anew as she ducked her head; she was mourning the death of her relationship of five years. It had ended just two days ago when she had borrowed Andrew’s phone to show him the email she had received about winning the trip. She had seen a text message that came in at that very second, “Hey Baby…remember, I’m serious…no more unprotected sex!. Pleeeease bring condoms! I miss you!”

  Her mouth tightened now again as she recalled how her hand had shook as she looked up in shock, her disbelieving eyes zeroing in on where her fiancé was calmly sipping the bowl of soup she had made for him.

  “Who is Cindy Jacobs?” she had asked in a shrill voice she barely recognized as her own.

  Andrew had paused, his hand arrested half-way to his mouth and then he had blithely informed her, his eyes turning hard as he obviously braced himself and said, “She’s the woman I love.”

  Alexandra shut her eyes now in remembered pain as she recalled the strange tunneling sound she had heard after that. A part of her had been afraid she might even be having a small stroke at the time.

  Andrew had simply glared down at her as he rose to his feet and announced he had been dying to tell her that he had had enough, but now was as good a time as any. Then before her shell-shocked eyes, he had marched into the bedroom, grabbed a small duffel bag, and was heading towards the door before she could so much as sneeze.

  The worst part was that whenever she remembered that encounter, what stood out most in her mind’s eyes was the apparent disgust etched onto his features as he looked at her. The pain was still there, but she wished she could believe it when she told herself that he didn’t deserve her. Her weight had always been a sore subject for her and he had known exactly what button to press. At the same time she knew her own self-worth and she wanted to be with a man who saw her as beautiful. She knew that she had to believe it first though. As he had left he had actually had the balls and gall to say “And lose some weight!” Thankfully, in this one instance she did not regret her temper. Before she had a chance to stop it, she had slammed her fist into his nose before shutting the door in his face. What a dick, she thought now.

  At the time, she had promptly dissolved into tears but he didn’t know that, so that was alright.

  She had been so devastated that she had actually considered not going on the trip at all. Her best friend and partner, Claire Davies had practically shoved her out the door insisting that Beautiful Designs, their Interior design company, could survive without her for two weeks. Beautiful Designs was her pride and joy; through sheer grit and determination, the company had risen from being a tiny corner shop to a corporation responsible for at least two hundred employees with branches in three states. The best part was, they were still growing and if she had anything to say about it in the next ten years, it would become a mega-corporation. She was the CEO but sometimes, like today, she felt about as clueless as the janitor.

  In hindsight, she realized he had actually been gradually moving out on her for a while which explained why he had needed no more than a second to stroll out with just one little duffel bag containing all his belongings.

  Raw pain shredded her heart anew and she leaned her head against the headrest of her seat and let the tears flow freely, unchecked as the powerful plane continued to burst through the sky. With every second she was getting further away from what was, and closer to what could be, she realized. Maybe the trip would be good for her.

  ***

  “Sí Señor,” the hotel Manager crooned, bowing so low it was a wonder his head didn’t touch his knees as he smiled up with sycophantic worship at the tall, powerfully built man in front of him.

  Alexandra tried not to roll her eyes as she watched the pair. The tall man murmured something in what was obviously meant to be a low tone. Given his very deep baritone voice, however, it carried right to her. She noted disinterestedly that he was speaking Spanish and tried not to start tapping her foot in impatience as the Manager started opening drawers and flipping ledgers in a flurry of urgent movements.

  Unable to bear the wait any longer, she said waspishly, “If you two are done with your bromance moment perhaps you would be so kind as to point me in the direction of a bar. Watching the pair of you is so painful I could certainly use a big, strong ─” her voice trailed off into silence as the large man turned to look at her.

  All thoughts fled as she locked eyes with what had to be one of the most amazing specimens of human being she had ever laid eyes on. He had a tawny mane of windswept hair that scattered around his head in a most becoming and arresting manner. He also had the most captivating pair of dark, dark eyes she had ever seen. They were so dark they were almost black and so intense she could have sworn she could fall into them. His features were finely chiseled with a granite jaw, a long aristocratic nose, and a firm upper lip. His lower lip was surprisingly full. His shoulders had to be at least a mile wide. There was a quality about him, something that reminded her of a big jungle cat about to spring. His tuxedo spelled class and money and was so impeccably tailored and well-fitted on his large, slim frame that she knew it had to have been custom-made. Expertly, her eyes picked out the unique Dormeuil Vanquish II cut of his tux. The man was the last word in gorgeous and very wealthy by the look of things. That tux had to have cost something in the neighborhood of a hundred thousand dollars!

  Alexandra tried not to grind her teeth as it occurred to her that sometimes God did give with both hands.

  The man grinned lazily, his dark eyes gleaming down at her as he said, “Big, strong what? Cup of coffee, I hope. Not much chance of you getting much else here miss.”

  Alexandra bristled at that. At twenty-eight, she was curvy and voluptuous with large breasts and broad hips, a smooth, unlined face and in her opinion, healthy strong arms. She’d always resented it though, and now was no exception, especially when he made it sound like she had been going to say ‘big strong man’. So she was n
ot the most attractive woman in the world. That did not give a total stranger the right to comment on her looks.

  “I’m not sure what you mean,” she began in a low, dark, warning tone “But I don’t like the insinuation.”

  Amusement glinted in his eyes as he deliberately raked his eyes down her pretty gamine features. She had wide blue eyes; full blonde curls that made him think of his little nephews and their favorite cartoon character Goldilocks; she had full, pouty lips that invited a man to lean down and taste them, a pair of delectable-looking boobs the size of small throw-pillows, and delectable hips that just made him want to wrap his hands around them. She was a complete knockout in his eyes.

  He felt his blood stir as it hadn’t done in a while and he immediately squelched the unexpected surge of desire; the last thing he needed right now was to be attracted to any female of the species.

  With deliberate insolence, he gave her a measuring look that swept from the top of her blonde hair, down her tee-shirt, past her shorts, past miles and miles of smooth legs and down to her flip-flops. He needed desperately to put some distance between them, he decided. Besides it was fun to rile her up like this.

  He said coolly, “Whatever you say.”

  Then he turned around to accept the key to his Suite from the Manager’s outstretched hand.

  “I hope you at least had the decency to give him a tiny room facing an alley,” she grumbled as she gave her details to the Manager.

  The man gave her a wide-toothed grin, “Very funny, Miss.”

  “I don’t hear anyone laughing,” she observed sarcastically.

  “He owns half the hotels on this Island including this one. He can have any room he wants,” the man informed her as he returned her documents and key to her.