by Lexy Timms
The One You Can’t Forget
Hade’s Spawn Motorcycle Club Series
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Lexy Timms
Copyright 2015 by Lexy Timms
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Hade’s Spawn Motorcycle Club Series
One You Can’t Forget
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One That Got Away
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From Best Selling Author, Lexy Timms, comes a motorcycle club romance that'll make buy a Harley and fall in love all over again.
Emily Rose Dougherty is a good Catholic girl from mythical Walkerville, CT. She had somehow managed to get herself into a heap trouble with the law, all because an ex-boyfriend has decided to make things difficult.
Luke “Spade” Wade owns a Motorcycle repair shop and is the Road Caption for Hade’s Spawn MC. He’s shocked when he reads in the paper that his old high school flame has been arrested. She’s always been the one he couldn’t forget.
Will destiny let them find each other again? Or what happens in the past, best left for the history books?
Contents
Hade’s Spawn Motorcycle Club Series
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CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
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CHAPTER ONE
In Love for 60 Seconds
The sun streamed in the open driver’s side window as Emily drove Interstate 91 away from her job in New Haven. The wind blew through the car, warm and full of the promise of the first decent spring day after the brutal New England winter. On either side of the four-lane highway, the bare branches of the trees sprouted the light green beginnings of leaves. Emily loved this time of year, and how the trees looked, fresh and newborn. She smiled, glad for the sun and the breeze that flowed over her dress. Soon summer would be here and she would spend what days she could at the beach.
The revving of an engine caused her to glance to her side, where a man riding a pearl orange Harley, a 2009 XL Sportster, a bike built for speed, passed her Honda Civic. She caught her breath. His black hair whipped back, and his white t-shirt fluttered across his broad and muscled chest under his leather jacket. His thick thighs hugged the hog and his black biker’s boots rested with confidence on the foot pegs. In that passing glance, she caught his face, a black goatee framing his jaw and chin, though his eyes were shaded by reflective sunglasses.
He was gorgeous.
At that moment, Emily Rose Dougherty knew she was in love. She loved these men who claimed the road without caution on thrumming beasts that were a heartbeat away from danger. Emily loved their wild hearts that lusted to have the open road before them. It was a freedom that Emily only tasted briefly, her arms wrapped around his waist, breathing in the scent of leather and of him, loving how her body melted in his.
Luke.
There was still a sharp pang in her heart, a twitch of her heart strings, when she thought about her high school love. Luke Wade was everything her conservative Catholic parents hated. Motorcycle riding, leather jacketed, wrong-side-of-the-law bad boy. Everything about Luke screamed trouble.
She loved him.
Not for his bad boy ways. No. When Luke was with her he displayed an entirely different side. Loving. Thoughtful. Concerned only for her welfare. He was not the young man that people said he was.
It didn’t matter.
The rev of the motor beside her shook Emily out of her reverie, and the bike roared up the highway, taking the man she was in love with for sixty seconds, away.
Gone.
Just like Luke.
#
Something was wrong.
When Emily got to her third-floor apartment, the door hung cracked open. Hers was a small one bedroom with the kitchenette separated from the living room by a half wall with a counter. She didn’t own much: just a little furniture, a couch with side tables, a coffee table and a small television. There was nothing of value in her apartment, nothing to draw thieves.
What happened? Did Mrs. Diggerty leave the door unlocked again? Her elderly neighbor was kindly, but getting forgetful. She liked to visit with Emily’s cat, Reger, during the day, and Emily, kind hearted that she was, gave the woman a key to her apartment. Emily reasoned it was good that someone else could look after things for her if she got stuck at work, like that couple days during that awful blizzard last winter. However, now she’d have to rethink the key privileges.
“Hello,” said Emily, opening her front door cautiously. “Mrs. Diggerty, is that you?”
Reger let out a keening cry.
“Reger, sweetie, come here, baby.”
The yellow tabby shot towards her, rubbing himself furiously against her legs. Emily picked him up and gave him a kiss between his ears.
“Sure, the cat gets all the love.”
Emily stiffened recognizing the voice. She walked in and shut the front door to find her boyfriend, Evan, his lanky body splayed on the couch. His blonde hair spilled messily on his forehead, and his blue eyes were bloodshot. He was drinking, again, an all-too-frequent occurrence since he lost his job.
“Evan,” she said tightly. “What’re you doing here?”
“Waiting for you. Since you took your sweet time getting home, I got a little curious.” He lifted a brown leather journal, Emily’s journal, and waved it in the air.
“Very interesting reading.”
“How dare you! That’s private!” She stood, unsure if she should grab the journal or had the damage already been done?
“I can see why. Luke this, Luke that.”
Emily’s eyes widened. She always used the same type of journal since she started writing it when she was twelve. She must have filled twelve of them by now. But how did he find her high school journal? There was only one way. “You dug through my closet!”
He shrugged. “I especially like this entry.” Evan thumbed open the book.
He read: Luke and I fell asleep while watching the stars. When we woke up it was two AM. Boy wa
s mom and dad angry. They grounded me until the end of school. I know they hate Luke, but that just isn’t fair.
Emily didn’t think she’d ever been this angry. Her hands balled into fists as they hung at her sides.
“Watching the stars…” Evan smirked. “Is that what you called it?”
“Give me that,” demanded Emily, advancing on Evan. She swiped for the journal, but his longer arms held it out of her grasp.
“So all this good-girl stuff you’ve handed me is a load of crap. You put out for this Luke guy, but you won’t with me.”
“It’s not crap. Nor is it any of your business.”
“I say it is.” Evan grabbed her arm and jerked her down to his lap. “You’ve been telling me ‘no’ for months now. Know what? I’m tired of it.”
Emily tried to squirm out of his arms but he was too strong. “Let me go!”
“Give me a kiss,” he said, holding his face close to hers.
“No! Let me go, or I’ll start screaming.” Emily kept trying to push him away. The smell of stale alcohol puffed from his breath and pores.
He sneered. “Who’s going to hear you?”
“The neighbors.”
“That old bat next door is almost as deaf as a stump. Come on, baby.” Evan pushed his lips to hers, covering her breast with his hand, pinching the nipple through her dress.
Stuck on his lap, held down by his strong arms, Emily didn’t have much leverage. There was only one thing to do. She clamped down on his lip with her teeth.
“Damn!” protested Evan, pulling his head away and rubbing his lip where she bit him.
Emily took advantage of his surprise and jumped off his lap. She lifted the lamp on the side table by the couch, turning over the pictures and knickknacks on it as she did so, and held it like she was going to swing it. “Get out!” She was breathing hard, frightened and pumped up to take a swing at him. All she needed was an excuse.
Evan glared at her. “Bitch.”
Unfortunately, that was not enough of an excuse. But calling her that didn’t help his cause.
“I’m not going to say it twice. Get. Out. Now.”
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he stood. “I see how it is. You can slut around with this Luke guy, but your boyfriend is another matter. You’re just a cock teaser.”
“Get out! Now! And don’t bother to come back. We’re through.”
Evan looked at her stunned, and backed away. She shook the lamp in her hands, and he turned and left the apartment, slamming the door so hard the pictures on the wall rattled.
Emily sank to the couch, her hands shaking. Her eyes filled with tears. She had thought Evan was a good guy up until he lost his job. Then he became jealous and possessive. Today was just the last in a string of nasty incidents. However, with him coming into her home without permission, going through her things, and reading her personal diaries, well, it was too much.
A timid knock sounded on the door.
Emily rolled her eyes. He’d better not have returned with one of his insincere apologies.
“Yes,” she called out, glancing at the lamp she’d set down.
“It’s Mrs. Diggerty.”
She opened the door a crack.
Mrs. Diggerty was in her seventies, very thin and wore her hair in a bun on top of her head. She usually wore dresses, but she always wore a full apron. “Is everything, okay, dear,” said Mrs. Diggerty. “I heard shouting.”
“Evan and I broke up.”
“Oh. I’m sorry, sweetie.”
“I’m not.”
She looked ready to cry. “But I let him in. He said he wanted to surprise you.”
“Well, from now on he’s not allowed in my apartment.” Emily sighed and forced a smile. Mrs. Diggerty hadn’t meant to cause any problems. It wasn’t her fault.
She nodded her head. “Is Reger okay?”
“He’s fine. You can come in if you want.”
Mrs. Diggerty petted Reger for a few minutes, giving him some attention, while Emily picked up the pictures and knickknacks that had fallen on the floor.
Emily didn’t speak to her, even though she should. It was just the words wouldn’t come out.
“It’s okay, dear,” said Mrs. Diggerty gently. “I see you need some alone time.”
“See you tomorrow.” Emily didn’t try to argue.
Mrs. Diggerty closed the door softly, and Emily sank to the couch. Reger jumped into her lap and rubbed her face with his. Absently, Emily stroked her feline friend.
She closed her eyes, feeling sad. It wasn’t because she ended things with Evan. He never could claim her heart. That was the problem. In a way, she couldn’t blame Evan for being angry with her. She always kept him, and if she was honest, every man at arm’s length. It was as if there was a lock on her heart.
Emily picked up the journal Evan discovered buried in a box in her walk-in closet. She flipped it open.
I can’t believe Luke Wade paid attention to me, to me, Emily Rose Dougherty, of Wakefield, CT. When I went to my locker at lunch he was there smiling, at me! I asked what he was doing, and he said, “Waiting for the prettiest girl in school.” “Who’s that?” I asked. “You, of course.” I melted, just melted. I’m definitely not the kind of girl he hangs out with, not like Sheila Harmon who is always clinging to him. He looks so cool on that motorcycle of his…
Emily flipped forward a few pages.
He kissed me! He actually kissed me! I thought I was going to die my heart sped up so fast. When he kissed me it wasn’t a sloppy tongue kiss like Ted Healy tried to give me. No, it was smooth, and delicious, our lips sliding together like they were meant to kiss each other forever.
And then a few more.
Mom and dad are furious. Angela saw me at the Dairy Shoppe with Luke, and the little tattletale told them. Little sisters are so impossible. I told Luke we’d have to cool it for a little while and he looked so sad.
Emily shut the journal, the memories of her teenage life too much to take. Her parents didn’t understand her relationship with Luke, didn’t try to see that he wasn’t as bad as everyone else said. That day she and Luke arrived home after her curfew was a tipping point that sent her overprotective parents over the edge. Couldn’t they trust her? Didn’t they see that Luke made her happy? No. They couldn’t see past the leather jacket, the boots and the motorcycle. Her parents couldn’t believe someone like Luke wouldn’t take advantage of their little girl. But he didn’t, not ever.
“Being with you is more important,” Luke told her. “When we’re married, there will be plenty of time for that.”
“Married?” Emily said surprised.
“That’s what I think about at night, when I’m not with you. What it would be like for us together, talking in bed together, telling each other what happened during the day.”
“I’m not ready to get married, Luke,” she told him.
“I know. You want to go to college. That’s important to you. I’ll go with you, whatever town you go to. Heck, I can get a job in any bike shop.”
Such dreams.
Shattered.
Like her heart.
CHAPTER TWO
Aces and Spades
“Hey, Luke!”
“Morning, Gibs.” Luke grinned as the older man shambled into Luke’s repair shop. Gibs was a top-drawer motorcycle mechanic, but most mornings he looked like something the dog dragged in, chewed up and spit out. His clothes were often oil stained, and his gray hair hung to his shoulders and his scraggly beard to his chest.
“Any coffee?” barked Gibs.
Luke nodded toward the pot while he counted the cash receipts again. Most days his deposits consisted of checks. The credit cards were processed automatically. Yesterday, however, a customer paid in cash. He screwed up his face and counted the cash again. He couldn’t be twenty dollars short. Luke was more careful with cash than that.
“When?” asked Gibs. He pointed to a calendar with a swimsuit model hanging predominat
ely on the wall. It was big, eighteen by twenty-four, with the blonde-haired, blue-eyed babe straddling a hog. She was leaning forward, her eyes gleaming, and her tits hanging over the gas tank.
When Gibs asked “when” he was asking when Luke would take it down. It was an old joke. The calendar was five years old¸ but Luke refused to replace it.
“When you can pry it from my cold, dead hands,” replied Luke with a smile.
“Huh.” Gibs stared at the repair tickets hanging in clear plastic folders from coffee cup hooks on the wall. “What do you want me to start with?”
“The Suzuki,” Luke said without looking up.
“Fucking rice burner,” mumbled Gibs.
“This isn’t the seventies anymore, Gibs. We don’t call them rice burners anymore.”
“Not the seventies?” Gibs scratched his head. “When did I lose a decade?”
“Every day, Gibs, every day. Now the Suzuki.”
“Okay, but afterwards I do the Dyna Glide.”
Luke shook his head. The 2000 Dyna Glide was nearly a classic, and Gibs had a nostalgia for the twin V-engine models. “Sure, whatever keeps you happy.”
Pepper, then Saks, rolled in, and Luke handed off other assignments. Pepper was a dark-skinned Latino, but since he objected to being called Pepi, they called him Pepper instead. Luke tried to tell him that nicknames were part of motorcycle culture. He explained that his own nickname ‘Spade’ had to do with an unfortunate incident with a shovel, but Pepper would respond with, “I’m just here to work.”
Saks’ real name was Anthony Parks, but since he came to work each day dressed in dress slacks and a button-down, he earned the name Saks for Saks 5th Avenue. Of his workers, Gibs and Saks were members of the same motor club, Hades’ Spawn. Much of Luke’s business came from the club.
“What about the Dyna Glide?” asked Saks.
