Leon | a Bad Boy MC Motorcycle Club Romance

by Rose Cody

  “How was it out there today?” He asks.

  “I’m all out.” She giggles, looking over at her bag before reaching to it and sinking her had into the emptiness. “I told you I would be great at this, didn’t I?”

  “Oh, you did?” He jokes. “I seem to recall a girl who looks just like you scaring all my customers away just last week…”

  “People love me.” She says, holding out her hand to look at her golden ring.

  “Yeah, you are loveable.” He whispers to her, lowering his voice to speak into the receiver.

  She smiles, but her sparkling eyes turn dark as she rests her cheek against the quilt.

  “I miss you so much…” She whispers into the phone. “You’ve been gone for such a long time.”

  “It’s been a few days.” He speaks softly. “And it will only be a few more.”

  “First thing you do when you get back…” She says, rolling onto her back. “Is come straight over to my place…”

  “Oh yeah?” He asks, his voice husk as he lets out a deep, shaking breath. “To do what?”

  “To hold me…” She whispers into the phone as she closes her eyes.

  “Sure, I’ll hold you.” He whispers back to her. “There’s a whole lot more I’d love to do to you, too.”

  “Tell me about it…” She whispers, her stomach fluttering as she hears his sigh on the other end.

  “I would kiss you…” He says, as she closes her eyes to smile. “On your lips, on your neck… down your chest…”

  “Yeah?” She asks, giggling as her body begins to tingle.

  “Down your stomach, too.” He says, breathing heavily. “All the way down…”

  Lily moans as she drags her hand down her stomach, before slipping her fingers into the pink waistband of her grey yoga pants.

  She tucks her fingers under her panties before slowly sinking them down into her slit and between her lips to her ever moistening center before pulling the tip of her middle finger back up and swirling it over her aching pearl.

  “When I see you,” He continues. “I’m going to spread your legs and kiss up and down the insides of your thighs until you just can’t take it anymore.”

  She moans, making him chuckle on the other line as she dips her finger back down to her aching entrance before sinking it inside, pumping it in and out before sliding it back over her clit.

  “You’re going to be so fucking dripping wet…” He moans into the phone. “I bet you’re wet for me right now, aren’t you?”

  “Soaking.” She whispers, her breath trembling as she pulls back her hood to further expose her sensitive nerves.

  “Good.” He whispers to her. “If I was there, I’d lick you up, taste every last drop. I’d part your lips with my tongue before sinking it inside of you.”

  “Yeah?” She whispers hushed, slowly spreading her legs as she rubs herself back and forth.

  “And I’d suck on your clit.” He moans. “I’d suck your clit until you fucking cummed.”

  Lily moans into the phone as she feels her body begin to heat up.

  “And then I would sink my cock so far inside of you…” He whispers. “I’d spread you so far apart before fucking you as hard as I could…”

  Lily gasps, her body trembling as her pussy spasms, her walls contracting as agonizing pleasure radiates out from her bouncing pearl.

  “Only a few more days…” He whispers, the smirk evident in his voice.

  “Promise me…” She whispers into the phone, biting her bottom lip as she slowly pulls her fingers away from her sex.

  “Yeah, I promise.” He whispers before hanging up the phone.

  Chapter 10

  “Bench by the garbage cans?” She whispers to himself as she holds her phone in one hand to look at the text before taking a sip from the frozen vanilla coffee in the other.

  She looks up, turning her head to look around the park before spotting a bench beside the dumpster in the parking lot.

  “Stoners always pick the stupidest spots.” She whispers to herself, feet aching in her sandals as she treks over. “Hiding behind a garbage can is way more shady than just meeting on the path.”

  She sits down on the bench, twisting her ankles as she looks at the lake across the part before taking another sip of her drink.

  “At least the view’s nice.” She says, gripping her bag against her chest as she leans back against the wood.

  She waits a few minutes before picking up her phone again to double check on the location when she feels a hand wrap around her mouth, yanking her back against the bench.

  She reaches up to pull the hand away as another one wraps around the other side, holding her down as she kicks her legs out in front of her.

  Her heart drops, her screaming muffled as she sees a familiar, but most unwelcome face step in front of her.

  “Hi there.” He says, his beady, dark eyes squinting shut as he smirks at her. “You sure do offer prompt service, don’t you?”

  She shakes her head, her tears rolling down her cheeks as she tries to twist and turn away before feeling another set of hands press down on her shoulders.

  “Are you going to get up and walk, or am I going to have to do this myself.” He says, his raspy voice breaking out as he watches her quickly nod her head up and down.

  She tries to gasp as she feels herself get lifted off the bench, she legs trembling and able to hold her as whoever’s holding her from behind tries to pull her backwards.

  Lily falls to the ground, her coffee spilling all over her waist as one of the men tumbles on top of her, crushing her against the pavement before getting up and dragging her into the parking lot and over to a rusted, navy blue van.

  She trembles in their arms, trying to kick herself away as they open the sliding side door of the van before pushing her inside and following closely after her.

  She sobs, trying to push the two men away as she watches their leader circle around the front of the van through the windshield before he opens up the driver’s door and slides himself into the driver’s seat.

  “Please, what are you doing?!” She cries, begging as she tries to crawl around the seat but the goons push her down.

  Lily gasps as she feels the icy cold tip of the barrel of a gun press against her temple, stopping her in her tracks.

  “Sweetheart…” The leader of the group says. “You’re going to be quiet, do you understand? Nod your head ‘yes’ if you understand.”

  She nods her head quickly up and down as she desperately tries to calm her sniffles.

  “Good.” He says, putting the keys in the ignition before turning it over and starting the van.

  He drives out of the parking lot, turning onto the freshly paved road before speeding up down the street.

  “Close your fucking eyes!” She hears from beside her as she feels the barrel push again against her face before she quickly squeezes her eyes closed tightly.

  Her stomach turns as she feels the an shift, turning, the poor suspension not saving them from the ruts as gravel pops from under the tires.

  Lily sobs out, bringing her hands up to cover her mouth as she feels the van stop and dread wash over her, a chill traveling up her spine as she hears the sliding side door open.

  “Watch your step…” She hears faintly as her arm is yanked on and she tumbles out of the van and onto grass.

  She looks around at the fences as she’s paraded into the backyard of a small, unkempt house, her heart racing as she feels the barrel of the gun push against the small of her back as her legs barely hold her up.

  “Please, don’t do this…” She sobs out, her chest heaving as she watches the leader of the group reach for the door knob on the back door.

  He lets go of the brass knob before walking back over to her and pushing his face in hers.

  “You really going to keep talking?” He asks, his hot breath blasting against her cheeks.

  “Let me go…” She whispers back to him. “Please…”

  H
e raises his hand into the air, swinging it down before connecting it hard against her cheek.

  She sobs out, biting her lip to stop the burning as the leader of the group personally grabs her by the shoulder and drags her over to the back door, her feet catching and tripping her up on the grass growing through the cracks in the sidewalk.

  “Please!” She screams as he pulls her down the stairs to the basement before yanking her by her wrist on the last few steps, pulling her to the floor.

  “A little fucking help here!” He says, looking back to his goons as he pushes Lily’s face to the floor, straddling her back as he keeps her on the ground.

  She cries against the cold concrete as she feels someone hold her fighting ankles together while rough, prickly rope wraps around them making it impossible to move.

  “You’re making a mistake!” She says, coughing to relieve her dry, aching throat as she feels the leader get off of her before pulling her up to her butt.

  “No mistake, sweetheart.” He says, shaking his head as he pulls her hands behind her back and roughly ties them together.

  “What do you want from me?” She asks, desperately trying to struggle out of the rope before he roughly pushes her to the floor.

  “What do I want?” He asks himself as he steps away from her, walking back and forth in front of her. “I want that traitor, Jason, to get what he deserves. You’ve been pretty close with him for a while now, haven’t you…”

  “I have nothing to do with this. Please!” She begs, wiping her face against the floor as she shakes her head.

  “Nothing to do with this?” He asks, walking over to the staircase with haste to pick up her bag before stepping back in front of her.

  He unzips it, turning it over and shaking it out, loose money and bags of weed falling onto her.

  The man squats down in front of her, picking up a handful of baggies and cash before tossing it in her face.

  “This is mine!” He screams, his spit flying onto her as he stands back up. “You and the Demonios are selling my product!”

  “Please, I’m not with them…” She begs. “I’m just some girl they hired. I promise. Please!”

  “Oh, just some girl?” He asks as he walks up behind her before kneeling down.

  Lily’s heart stops as he grabs her hand before he wraps his fingers around the ring on her middle finger and roughly slides it off.

  “Where did you get this from?” He asks, walking back around in front of her before getting in her face, spinning the ring around in his fingers as he holds it in front of her eyes. “A gumball machine? Do you think I’m stupid or something.”

  “No!” She sobs, shaking her head. “I don’t!”

  “Then you’re going to stop lying to me, you got that?” He says, reaching out and holding her chin in his hand as he gently brushes his fingers over her cheek. “I bet he would do anything for you, huh?”

  She holds herself still, squeezing her eyes shut as she feels the air around her move as he stands back up.

  “I bet once he knows you’re here, he won’t stop at nothing to bring you home, will he?” He says to himself, pacing back and forth as he gazes down at the ring in his hand. “All we have to do is get him here.”

  Chapter 11

  Jason leans with his back against the counter as he puts his cellphone back in the inside pocket of his jacket before walking over to the fridge, opening up the door and pulling out a beer.

  “Still no answer?” He hears from a man sitting at the table with his feet resting on an empty chair.

  “No.” Jason says, walking up to the table and pulling out a chair before sitting down and twisting off the cap of his beverage with the palm of his hand.

  He takes a swig, sucking down the amber ale before sighing as he rests the bottle on the table.

  “It’s not like her.” He says, shaking his head. “Wasn’t at her place last night, not answering her phone this morning…”

  “You think she just fucked off?” His friend asks, reaching for the newspaper before shaking it open. “I mean, she has been selling up a storm, what’s to say she didn’t take all that money and skip town?”

  “What?” Jason asks, scrunching up his face as he straightens his shoulders. “No, man, that’s not her. She wouldn’t do that.”

  “Jason, come on…” He says flipping through the pages before tossing the paper back on the table. “You barely know the girl…”

  “I know her enough to know she wouldn’t do that.” He says, stretching his neck to look into the living room as he hears a thud on the porch. “What the fuck is Mike doing out there.”

  “I don’t know what he does out there, not any of my business…” His friend says, looking up from the table before pointing down the hall. “But it’s not Mike.”

  Jason turns his head in his chair, watching Mike walk down the hall from the bathroom.

  “Guess the party’s starting early today.” He says, lifting his beer from the table top and bringing it up to his lips.

  He tosses the empty bottle over to a green plastic bin by the back door, nearly missing as it lands amongst the other bottle with a clunk.

  “Hey, boys!” Jason hears coming from the living room and he looks back over towards the door, watching Mike close it behind him as he comes back into the house.

  “What you got there, Mike.” He asks, sniffing as he leans back in his chair, lifting the front legs slightly off the ground.

  “It was in my seat…” Mike says, tossing a small, white cardboard box on the table.

  Jason sits up, sucking his teeth as he lifts the box suspiciously before wiping his fingers over his name written in permanent marker on the lid.

  He lifts the top slowly, pulling out a little bundle of something wrapped in a grocery store flyer before noticing some writing on the back of the lid.

  “Come and find us…” He reads, puzzled before tossing the lid back onto the table.

  He unwraps the flyers, not finding anything until he hears a sudden ding as something hits the table.

  “What the?” He whispers to himself, his heart sinking in his chest as he notices this gold ring spinning on the table.

  He presses his hand down onto it, stopping it’s movement before pinching it between his fingers and picking it up table.

  “Those… FUCKERS!” He screams, pushing his chair out as he stands up from the table as he gazes down at the ring in his hand.

  “What do you mean?” The biker from across the table asks, his feet falling to the floor as he leans forward over the table.

  “They got her, they FUCKING got her!” Jason says, squeezing the ring in his hand.

  “Who, Jason?” Fat Mike asks.

  “The Serpentines…” He says, his voice hissing. “Rich Durand…they fucking got her.”

  “Don’t worry, buddy.” The biker from across the table says, standing up and reaching into his pocket for his phone. “We make a few calls, we get all the guys over here… we’ll have her home by the end of the day…”

  “No.” Jason says, standing up straight as he stuffs the ring into the pocket of his leather jacket. “This…this I gotta do alone.”

  “Alone?” Mike says, shaking his head. “Are you kidding me?”

  “We have unfinished business.” Jason says as he walks out of the kitchen and into the living room before pushing the front door open. “This ends now.”

  Chapter 12

  Jason gets off his bike at the end of the block of the old street he used to call home before running towards his old club house, ducking down behind the neighbour’s bushes and brushing the leaves out of the way.

  “Just one of you out front?” He asks to no one in particular before following the hedge down past the side of the house and pushing himself through the foliage as quietly as possible.

  Jason walks up to the porch, kneeling down as he watches his old friend’s chest rise and fall as he rests his head against the siding, his eyes closed to keep out the sun as he sleeps.
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  He steps up the stairs, stopping as they creak before reaching into his jacket and pulling out a small pocket knife.

  He flips it around in his fingers as his heart races in his chest before quickly stepping up the rest of the stairs and swinging his arm back before rushing it into the side of the man’s neck.

  “I’m sorry, Don.” He says, twisting the knife as he watches the blood drain down the front of the guy’s t-shirt. “I didn’t want to have to do this.” He pulls out his knife before wiping the stained blade against the dead man’s shoulder. “I actually kind of liked you, bud.”