Phantom Riders MC - Hawk

by Tory Richards

  Phantom Riders MC

  Hawk

  Copyright © 2016 Tory Richards

  All Rights Reserved.

  Published by Tory Richards

  This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only, and is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

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  Email: toryrichards60@gmail.com

  ‘Author’s note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.’

  Chapter 1

  Audra

  I took a deep breath and reluctantly opened the restroom door just enough so that I could peek out and make sure no one was around. Certain that I’d seen one of the men who worked for my fiancé, I’d ducked inside the service station bathroom to hide. A half an hour had to be enough time for him to determine that I wasn’t there, so he should have been gone by now.

  The restroom was located at the back of the service station, so I hadn’t really expected to see anyone. My gaze took in the neat row of trees directly across from me and the highway on the other side. I could see flashes of vehicles speed by and knew that I had to gain access to a car in order to get away from there fast.

  Dane wouldn’t give up. I knew he wouldn’t. He’d worked too hard to get to where he was. Though he professed to love me and wanted to take care of me, I wasn’t stupid enough to believe that he would put me above the empire he’d built. He was untouchable, or so I thought. I’d seen hints of his true darkness before but had brushed them off because I hadn’t wanted to believe that he was a monster.

  I pulled my hoodie up and tucked my long hair inside. I’d have to think about dying it. Not too many people had my color red, it would be easy to spot, but when I’d made my decision to run there hadn’t been time to change my appearance in any way. It was enough to know that Dane and his men wouldn’t be searching for a woman wearing holey jeans and a black hoodie that was two sizes too big. That had been done in an attempt to hide the curves of my figure and to possibly pass for a boy.

  Until this morning I’d never stolen anything in my life. The fact that I’d stopped at the town Laundromat and had rummaged through someone else’s dryer showed just how desperate I was, and to the more observant eye, how frightened. Because a frightened woman would be the only one stealing someone else’s clothes, right? At least I’d left behind a designer piece of my own that would more than pay for the clothes I’d taken. After making a quick change, I’d exited the building through the back entrance.

  I kept my head down as I nervously made my way to the front of the station, glancing up every now and then to take a look around. Dane and I shared a penthouse apartment in Las Vegas and had taken his private plane to New Hampshire on a business trip. Because of that my options for escape were next to nothing except for the bus I’d hoped on just outside the small town of Last Hope in Coös County. Destination-Anywhere-Away-From-Dane. I would go as far as a hundred dollars cash would take me because I was afraid to use a credit card. The cash hadn’t taken me far, and the bus I’d taken was long gone.

  When I rounded the corner to the building my eyes landed on the motorcycles that were parked at the gas pumps. There were three of them, huge, powerful Harleys, expensive, too, if my untrained gaze was correct. How hard would it be to steal a Harley? Maybe a better question would be, ‘How far would I make it before one of the other two riders caught up to me?’

  A quick glance revealed there was no one around, and that the owners must have been inside the store. I looked toward the glass front of the store but I couldn’t make anything out that was going on inside. As I pulled my gaze back I noticed that there were two other vehicles parked at the side of the store. I nearly had a heart attack when I realized that one of them belonged to Dane’s men. I knew, because it was exactly the type of SUV that he always used when we went anywhere.

  Why were they still there?

  I quickly pulled the hoodie closer around my face and swung back to the bikes. I supposed it would be too much to hope for that the keys would still be in the ignition of one of them. I moved closer to one, trying to be nonchalant as I examined the huge machine, taking in the beautiful Phantom Riders MC logo painted on the tank. I’d never ridden on a motorcycle, much less driven one, but I was just desperate enough to try. How hard could it be? As my gaze moved casually over the dashboard, I saw them.

  The keys!

  A rush of excitement raced through me, and I acted without thinking. I swung my leg over the seat, which was no easy feat for my short stature, and reached for the keys. My gaze barely acknowledged the heavy metal skull hanging on the key ring as I turned it to start the bike.

  “What the fuck—”

  I barely had time to register the growl of rage behind me before a huge hand fell on my shoulder, bunched up the extra material there, and hauled me roughly off the bike as easily as if I were a child. As I was shaken like a rag doll, my hoodie fell off my head. I glanced up at the giant at the same time that he pulled back his tight fist to hit me. A loud gasp escaped me and I scrunched up my face, waiting for the explosion of pain and the sound of broken bones, that I was sure was coming.

  “Fuck!”

  I opened my eyes to see his huge fist paused just inches from connecting to my face. His expression was fierce, everything about it pulled taut over his cheek and jaw bones, eyes the color of black ice were glaring down at me, narrowing as I watched the man take in my features and hair. His gaze raked over my figure, and he frowned even more as if he were trying to figure out what I was. When his icy glare returned to my face, his fist relaxed and he reached forward, pulling my waist length hair forward.

  “Who the fuck are you?” he snarled.

  “No one,” I said softly. I couldn’t think clearly enough to make something up, only knowing I didn’t want him to know my name. The man was terrifying, and I was shaking like a leaf.

  Movement near the store drew my gaze away to see that two other men were coming out. All three of them were dressed in the same way, in jeans, boots, black t-shirts and leather cuts that warned me that they probably belonged to a motorcycle club. The two men paused to light cigarettes, their interested gaze falling on me.

  The giant that was holding me gave me a violent shake to get my attention again. “I almost destroyed your face, woman. What are you doing messing around with my bike?”

  “Nothing,” I said in the same soft tone as before.

  “It didn’t look like fucking nothing to me. Where did you think you were going?”

  “Nowhere.” I watched as his friends began to walk toward us. At the same time another man walked out of the store, and my panic level grew as I recognized one of Dane’s bodyguards who’d traveled with us from Vegas. I quickly yanked the hoodie up and tucked my hair back into it, turning my face away as much as I could. “Please help me,” I begged.

  The man scared the shit out of me, but at the moment, he was the lesser of two evils. I knew what I could expect from Dane, and would take my chances with the giant. I peeked at him from beneath my hoodie. His expression hadn’t changed. His eyes were narrowed on me like a scrutinizing hawk.

  “Please…”

  He glanced in the direction that I had. “Who are you running from?”

  “Please take me away from here. We can talk lat
er.” I held his gaze, trying not to cry, but the situation was starting to get to me. If Dane’s man recognized me and he forced me back to Las Vegas, God knew what would happen to me. “I’ll pay you,” I said in desperation.

  The giant continued to scowl at me. I got the impression that my offer of money had peaked his interest, but when his gaze ran down the length of me again, I realized that he might want something more than money. Then he surprised me by reaching forward and grabbing and squeezing my breast. It was by sheer will power that I stood there and didn’t react. I couldn’t afford to.

  “Get the fuck on.” He turned toward his two friends. “Let’s ride.”

  I mounted his bike, heart pounding in my chest, and waited, too afraid to check to see where Dane’s bodyguard had gone. Was I exchanging one bad situation for another? Right then I didn’t care. At least with the biker I had a chance of getting away from there. We were in a small, northern town, so my options were few and far between.

  Movement out of the corner of my eye pulled my gaze to the other two men. They peered at me with quiet curiosity, yet didn’t say anything. As they turned their backs to me to mount their bikes I saw the Phantom Riders MC logo stitched across their shoulders. In the next instant my temporary savior was throwing his long, muscular leg over his seat in front of me and planting his butt snug against my pussy.

  “You ever ride?” he growled over his shoulder.

  I shook my head before realizing that he couldn’t see it. “No.”

  I felt him tense. “You’ve never fucking rode and you were going to steal my bike?”

  He waited a second, and I knew that he was expecting a response. “I was desperate,” I said lamely.

  Without warning he reached behind, grabbed my hands and pulled my arms around his waist. “I hope you’re fucking desperate enough,” he grumbled in a deep voice, turning the key in the ignition. “Hold on tight.”

  He barely got the words out before we were taking off.

  Chapter 2

  Hawk

  I took the entrance ramp onto the interstate, merged into traffic, and picked up speed. Keg and Clay were right behind me. Home was just a few hours away, but we weren’t in any hurry and had already planned to spend a couple of nights out. We’d just spent two days fighting in Last Hope and deserved some down time. I thought about the woman behind me, undecided if I was going to take her with us all the way or not. I didn’t know what her agenda was, but I sure as hell was going to get some answers the next time we stopped.

  Something had happened back at the gas station that had spooked her, but it was the soft appeal in her big, green eyes that sealed my decision to help her, that, and all her fucking red hair. I’d never been a fan of redheads, but when I’d pulled the length of that silky fire from where she’d had it tucked back my dick had jerked. I was a fan of long hair, especially when I was pounding into a woman from behind.

  That wasn’t something I fucking wanted to think of right then, but it was hard not to. Fucking hell, her cunt was so snug against my backside that I could feel the swampy heat of it. The jeans that she was wearing were just tight enough to show the curve of her hips and ass, but her sweatshirt was baggy on her, hiding what she had from the waist up. Her large tit had been real enough, though.

  Christ, she was still trembling. I could feel it in her arms and legs. She was running, and from something or someone that had frightened her enough to make her chance stealing my bike and then come with me. That in itself was fucking dangerous. She didn’t know me. I wasn’t just big, I was a mean bastard. I ran my club with an iron fist, and anyone who knew me would never lay a fucking finger on my bike. Not unless they wanted it broken. She’d done a lot more.

  I realized her arms had loosened up too much and I turned my head so that she could hear me. “Unless you want to become road kill, tighten your fucking arms around me!”

  She did so immediately. I glanced down to see her small hands link together at my waist. For someone who’d never been on a bike before she wasn’t doing too badly, leaning into the curves instead of away from them. I fucking hoped she was desperate enough to handle what was ahead of her, because until I knew for certain what her game was, or decided to turn her loose, I was keeping her close. The club had enemies, I had enemies, and it wouldn’t be the first fucking time a rival club planted a snitch in our midst.

  A woman snitch at that.

  There was one good thing-if she was trouble, it wouldn’t be coming from the Red Devils. With Wildman finally dead, along with a decent number of his men, what was left of his MC had disbursed. I’d been glad to help Wild Marauders and Dark Menace MC’s take the bastards down. Red Devils had been a thorn in all our sides for too damned long. Getting rid of the outlaw club had eliminated one of many obstacles, but there were always more. That was the way of club life.

  I felt a light tap on my shoulder and turned my head instinctively.

  “I have to go.”

  Yes, you do. “Hold it.” I clenched my teeth with irritation and turned back to the road.

  Another tap on my shoulder before a desperate, “Please, mister.” I growled. She must have heard me. “Unless you don’t mind pee on your seat.”

  Fuck it! I had a thought to just pull off to the side of the road and tell her to find a bush, but the sign announcing a rest stop ahead changed my mind. Clay and Keg could probably use a smoke, and I could use the break to check in with Rock. A couple of the crew had run into trouble doing a protection run, and I wanted to know who the unidentified pricks were affiliated with.

  I gave the hand signal to Clay and Keg and veered to the right toward the rest stop. It was a small one, not much more than restrooms and a few vending machines. I pulled in and cut the engine, reaching for my cell. Keg and Clay pulled up on either side of me. I sensed their interest in my passenger, their eyes watching her like a hawk as she tried to dismount.

  We’d been riding for two hours, and my guess was that she was numb from the waist down. She clutched my cut for support and got off with a slight moan. I watched her straighten up, and then arch her back. My gaze dropped briefly down her body before meeting her eyes.

  “Five minutes.” I pulled up Rock’s number.

  “She’s so cute, Prez! Can we keep her?”

  I wasn’t in the mood for Clay’s playful tone and glared at him. “Shut the fuck up.” I put the phone up to my ear, my gaze following the woman as she walked to the restroom. From behind she could almost pass for a boy if it hadn’t been for the way her ass filled out those jeans. Nice and round, cock worthy. My observation surprised me because I didn’t usually admire the female form. Didn’t much care if she was fat, skinny, white, or black, as long as she had all the working parts to satisfy my dick.

  I was a cold fuck when it came to women, having learned the hard way that they were only good for one thing. Any softness or good feelings about them had been burned away from my consciousness a long time ago, beginning with the woman who’d called herself my old lady. She was a woman I’d given everything to, and gladly, without question.

  Her betrayal had left me cold and heartless when it came to a woman’s needs. I didn’t kiss them, I didn’t hold them, and I sure as fuck didn’t do all that foreplay shit before I fucked them. No time for that. When I wanted to get my dick wet I reached for the one closest to me and either she was up for it or she wasn’t. And if she was smart, she learned how I liked things real fast.

  Rock didn’t answer, which probably meant that he was some place where he couldn’t talk without giving himself away. I crammed the phone back into my pocket and dismounted my bike. Clay and Keg were talking and smoking next to Keg’s hog. My gaze went toward the restroom. What was taking her so long? I decided to find out. The place was empty except for us, so I rounded the corner and entered the tiled room. I didn’t see her, but I could hear her.

  “I’m good for now. The biker guys I’m with seem okay. No, I didn’t get any names,” I heard her say in a low tone, and i
t dawned on me that she was talking to someone on the phone. “No one can know, if Dane finds me—” Silence, and then, “He has the resources, and I’ve seen his henchmen, so I know they’re looking for me—look, as soon as I get somewhere I’ll call you back. I’ve got to go now.”

  I crossed my arms and waited for her to open the stall door. When she did she saw me, jumped, screamed, and slipped her phone into a pocket. Our eyes met, hers were round and filled with guilt.

  “The men’s room out of order?” she asked with a nervous smile.

  “No.” I didn’t move from my spot against the wall. “Who the fuck was you talking to?”

  “A friend.”

  “Who’s Dane?” I’d heard the name before but couldn’t place it.

  Her smile faded. “Not a friend.”

  I was getting tired of her abrupt, flippant responses that didn’t really say anything. Kicking away from the wall, I walked her backwards against the same stall door she’d just exited. She gasped, her eyes growing large as she looked up at me. When her back came up against the door she tried to shrink away from me but there was really nowhere for her to go. I towered over her and held her captive without actually touching her.