Inked & Filthy: A Bad Boy MC Romance Boxed Set

by Christy Rose

  “You're stronger than I ever gave you credit for, Audrey. You remind me a lot of myself.”

  That was the greatest insult. “I'll never be like you,” I seethed.

  My father looked concerned and started checking his coat pockets. “I think I forgot my phone. Let's go back upstairs and we can talk some more.”

  My heart jumped out of my throat. Hawke didn't have enough time. I reached out my hand to stop my dad. “No stop! We need to talk outside. You're phone can wait. I'm what's important right now.”

  My father shrugged me off. “Don't be ridiculous, Audrey. We can talk in my office while I search for my phone.”

  I had no choice. I quickly took out my phone and sent Hawke a quick text:

  On our way.

  He wouldn't have time to go back down the elevator. He'd have to hide and ride it down while we were in my father's office.

  We walked back into the building and to the elevator. My palms were sweaty as we waited for it to descend to the ground level.

  “We can work this out,” my father said. “I only wanted the best for you.”

  I couldn't concentrate enough to argue with him anymore. All my brainpower was focused on Hawke. Did he even get my text?

  It would be all over if my father found him. Hawke would go back to prison. My father might even prosecute me when he finds out I was the one that betrayed him.

  The elevator opened and we stepped inside. We're coming, Hawke.

  Hawke

  I waited patiently until Audrey and Mr. Spencer exited the building before jumping into the elevator. I didn't know how much time Audrey was going to be able to give me so I needed to work fast.

  The elevator doors opened on a big room with tiles floors and a wood-paneled ceiling. I thought it was Mr. Spencer's office but realized it had to be the secretary's. Mr. Spencer's would be behind the big double doors.

  I opened them to find exactly what I pictured his office to look like. It was bigger than my entire house. The view of Saint Marks all lit up was breathtaking. I could stand and stare at that scenery all night. But I had a job to do.

  His desk and computer were on the far left side of the office. A framed photo of Audrey and her father from high school graduation sat on the desk. Audrey and Mr. Spencer looked so happy together. But so much had changed now.

  I put the framed photo down and started taking apart the computer tower. In prison, computers and I became very close. They had me working on repairing computers night and day. They said that my background of fixing up motorcycles could help.

  It didn't.

  Computers were foreign to me but after a couple years I became somewhat familiar with them.

  Once the computer was opened, I spotted two hard drives and unplugged them both. But I couldn't guarantee that everything I needed was on these. I searched the drawers for any papers that he might try to hide. A locked drawer piqued my interest. That's where I would hide the documents that could put me away.

  I tugged on it hard but it wouldn't budge. He wouldn't keep the key just sitting around. It was probably on his person. I'd have to open this the old-fashioned way. I picked up the left side of the desk as high as I could, my muscles bulging through my leather jacket.

  I let go and the desk slammed to the ground. I checked the drawer but it was still locked.

  One more time should do it.

  I picked up the desk again and heaved it to the ground. The lower drawers smashed and broke apart. The locked one was opened part way. I took the whole drawer out and spotted another hard drive.

  Bingo.

  The two in the computer probably held nothing. I tossed them to the side and took the hidden hard drive. “I got you now, you son of a bitch,” I said aloud.

  The doors to the office opened and I froze in place. “Who are you talking to, Hawke?” Mayor Peterson asked, walking in with a gun pointed right at me.

  “What the fuck are you doing here, Mayor?”

  “Cleaning up some loose ends,” he replied. “Now drop that hard drive and put your hands up.”

  I let the hard drive slip out of my fingers and to the ground. I slowly brought my hand behind my back to reach for my gun.

  Mayor Peterson shook his gun at me. “Not so fast, Hawke. Hands up high where I can see him.”

  I wouldn't be able to pull my pistol out fast enough. The mayor would get off two shots before I could even fire a first. I hesitantly raised my hands up.

  My phone buzzed in my pocket. Audrey was on her way up.

  It was all over now.

  Chapter Eleven

  Audrey

  The elevator dinged and the doors opened to the top floor.

  Please be gone, Hawke.

  But it was worse than I ever could've imagined.

  The door to my father's office was wide open and Hawke stood there with his hands raised above his head. Why didn't you try to hide?

  “What are you doing in my office, Hawke?” my father's voice boomed.

  Mayor Peterson came into view, holding a gun pointed right at Hawke. My stomach flipped over. I wanted to scream but nothing came out of my open mouth.

  “I'm glad you all could make it,” the mayor announced.

  My father stepped forward. “Morty? You can't be serious. Put the gun down.”

  Hawke laughed. “Your name's Morty? Morty Peterson? You must've been picked on a lot when you were a kid.”

  Peterson pointed the gun higher at Hawke. “Shut the fuck up, Hawke. You'll get what's coming to you soon enough.” He turned back to my father. “I won't let you control me anymore, Spencer. With you gone, I'll be free and Spencer Enterprises will be done for.”

  My father stood in front of me and put his hands up. “Put the gun down and let's talk about this, Morty.”

  The mayor swung his gun around and pointed it at my father. “We're done talking.”

  Hawke and I locked eyes. He was so calm in such a tense situation. That's when I knew he had everything under control.

  Hawke reached down behind his waistband in slow motion. He pulled out his handgun and pointed it at the mayor. The mayor realized what was happening in the corner of his eyes. He swung back around to meet Hawke but it was too late.

  Hawke fired off two shots, hitting the mayor in the chest and head. Blood sprayed in large arcs, splattering over the ceiling and walls of my father's immaculate office. A scream finally escaped my lips and I grabbed onto my father for comfort.

  Mayor Peterson slumped to the ground like a bag of bones, blood pooling around his body.

  Hawke quickly jumped to the mayor and picked up the gun. He pointed both of them at my father. “Get on your knees, Mr. Spencer.” Hawke's eyes glowed with rage.

  I stepped in front of my father and spread my arms out. “Don't kill him, Hawke. Even if he's a bad man, he's still my father.”

  Hawke stared at me, his chest expanding and contracting. The rage left his eyes and he lowered the gun. “Call the police, Audrey. Your father is going to prison for a long time.

  Hawke

  The cops had everything they needed to take down Mr. Spencer. The DA made a deal with him to send Audrey's father to a lower security prison in exchange for a confession.

  Mr. Spencer agreed.

  He was going to jail just as fast as I did. And everything was right in the world again.

  The next day, Audrey called me over to her father's house. When I arrived on my Harley, the place was swarming with government agents. Big moving vans were parked outside and they were loading furniture.

  I walked into the grand entryway which was so familiar to me since that was as far as Mr. Spencer would usually let me into his home. A double staircase led to the second floor. A glass chandelier hung from above. “Audrey, you in here?” I called out. My voice echoed through the large room.

  “Up here, Hawke,” she replied, standing at the wooden banister of the second floor.

  I smiled at her and made my way through the crowd of agents moving files
and furniture. I walked upstairs to the unexplored second floor. I passed by so many different rooms: library, sitting room, gallery, and too many bathrooms to count.

  I almost walked by the room with Audrey in it. “I thought you got lost for a moment,” she said.

  Audrey was sitting on a tall white bed covered with stuffed animals, wearing a long black dress. The room was spotless like nobody had ever lived in it before. A bookshelf of porcelain dolls stood in a corner and a white desk with a lone sheet of paper in the other corner.

  “Don't even say a word,” Audrey said. “I already know what you're thinking and you can save it. This is not what my room looked like when I was a teenager. I had a different bed, the dolls didn't exist, and I had boy band posters plastered all over the walls.”

  I couldn't help but chuckle. Audrey was being so defensive. “So what happened then?”

  “When I moved out, my father changed everything back to the way it was when I was five years old.”

  I walked over to the shelf of dolls. They looked way too expensive.

  “I always hated those dolls. They gave me the creeps.”

  I could see how their always staring eyes could frighten a kid. I plopped down on the bed next to Audrey and stretched out my legs. “What's with all the government downstairs.”

  Audrey lay next to me with her hands behind her head. “Pretty much confiscating anything that had to do with my father—including the house.”

  “That's a bummer. We could've thrown some killer parties here with the MC.”

  “They're also freezing all his assets. So I won't be getting any money.”

  “No problem, baby. You're going to move in with me. We'll make it work somehow.”

  Audrey nuzzled her head in my neck. “I'm so glad you came back to me, Hawke.”

  “Will you marry me, Audrey?” The question popped out of my mouth before I could even think about it. My brain was on autopilot. How could I be so stupid? I was supposed to propose in a romantic way—not in her childhood bedroom.

  Audrey raised her head from my chest and stared me in the eyes. “Are you serious, Hawke?”

  “When am I not serious, Audrey?”

  Water filled her eyes. “You better not be playing around with me!”

  My heart drummed louder in my chest. “What's your answer?”

  Audrey slapped me on the arm. “Of course the answer is yes, you big dumb biker.”

  I squeezed her to me and kissed her hard. The rock in my pants pressed against Audrey's soft body. “Do you have a present for me down there?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.

  I nodded and Audrey began undoing my pants like they were a bow. When my boner flopped out, Audrey gasped. “It's like Christmas morning.” She stroked my shaft, my body sinking deeper and deeper into the bed.

  Audrey had no idea how much power she had over me. I'd do anything she asked just to make her tighten her grip on my cock and make me come.

  Audrey let go of my length and rolled over next to me. She hiked up her dress to her hips, showing off her long legs. “Take me, Hawke Ellis.”

  Oh fuck...she wasn't wearing any panties.

  “You're definitely the wife for me, Audrey.” I spread her smooth legs and slid into her gushing slit.

  We moaned to our heart's content, not caring that every government agency could hear us. Audrey's hips bucked against my thrusts, shoving my cock deeper inside, stretching out her tight pussy.

  We kissed as I pounded Audrey on her childhood bed. I pulled down her black dress straps until her juicy tits poured out. I ran my tongue along her cleavage, tasting the sweat that had collected there.

  “Come with me, Hawke. Come with me now.”

  It wasn't hard to find my release—especially with Audrey tightening her pussy around my cock and shuddering as she came. I unloaded inside her, thrusting in and out.

  “I love you, Audrey” I said, exasperated.

  “I love you too, Hawke. Can we go again?”

  I laughed. “We're going to spend our entire lives together. That means a ton of sex. And you can't even wait a moment before you want more?”

  Audrey rolled over and nibbled on my ear. “I can't help myself. You're too delicious.”

  “Well I won't be the one that ever says no.”

  We kissed and made love two more times before the government agents kicked us out.

  —

  The next day, Audrey moved into my house. She unloaded the last box of her things from her BMW onto the driveway.

  I helped her carry the last box into the house. “Maybe we could sell your car for some extra cash? Help pay for the wedding,” I proposed.

  “We won't need money for a little while,” she replied with a knowing smile.

  “What are you talking about?”

  Audrey waved an envelope in front of my face. “I totally forgot about it.”

  “What is it?”

  “The check for the painting I sold at the art show.”

  I snatched the check from her. Twenty thousand dollars. My legs became like rubber and I had to sit down for a moment.

  “There's more where that came from. The man who bought the painting has commissioned another one from me. We're going to be all right.”

  “We're going to be all right,” I repeated.

  Audrey was all mine. Could life get any better?

  Epilogue

  Audrey

  Two Months Later

  “Why can't you sit still, Hawke?”

  Hawke squirmed in the chair, fixing his jeans and shirt. “I wasn't made to sit for paintings, Mrs. Ellis.”

  I laughed, stroking the brush along the canvas. “Yeah that's apparent.”

  Mrs. Ellis. I still got goosebumps whenever I heard it.

  Our wedding was a whirlwind that blew right by us. Hawke wanted the wedding as soon as possible so we needed help. The Blood Dogs MC took care of all the planning and expenses. I was really nervous about the MC planning my dream wedding. I expected leather jackets and a motorcycle to drive me down the aisle.

  But it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

  Right on the beach, the sun shining, the waves crashing in the background. I couldn't have asked for more perfect weather. White chairs were set up along the grass facing a modest altar. It was all so simple, yet elegant.

  I always imagined my father walking me down the aisle, his arm nervously shaking. But it wasn't to be. Diesel offered to walk me down. He was a father figure to Hawke and that was good enough for me.

  Hawke was dressed in a tailored black suit that barely hid his bulging muscles. I giggled on my way down the aisle—I'd never seen him look so dressed up before.

  And he looked damn good.

  My white off-the-shoulder gown showed a generous amount of cleavage that got Hawke's eyes wandering. I tried to keep from tearing up as we exchanged our vows but I couldn't help it. The priest announced us as husband and wife, we kissed, and the crowd cheered.

  Happiest day of my life.

  Our honeymoon was spent in a hotel room right on the water. We never even left the bed.

  “How much longer do I have to sit here?” Hawke complained.

  “Almost done.” Everything looked great except for his expression. It didn't capture Hawke at all.

  “Why are we even doing this today? There's so many dirtier things we could be doing.”

  I leaned over past the canvas and gave Hawke a death glance. “I wanted to capture this moment.”

  “What moment? Why don't you capture the moment I come inside you? That would make for a great painting.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Keep it in your pants, honey.”

  My hand moved independently of my body, spreading the paint across the canvas. I rarely had to actually think about what I was painting. It all came out of me naturally.

  Hawke was right to complain about this. I didn't give him any special reason for it. But I was about to. I wanted to tell him at the perfect time. That time was now
. “The reason I wanted to capture this moment is because it's the moment you find out you're having a baby.”