The Outlaw Biker's Betrayal: A Bad Boy MC Romance

by Sienna Wiliiams

  For once in her life, Marie wasn’t any different. She didn’t care about quantum teleportation, or wormholes, or anything else. She knew exactly what it was and could coherently explain the mechanics of it, but she was too far gone into his world. In a matter of moments, she would leave everything behind and this didn’t matter at all. All she needed were the transcripts in her binder. They would get her a transfer to whatever university she wanted to go to, and her financial aid wasn’t going anywhere.

  She was going to be free from all of this, and she didn’t want to hear what this woman had to say. It was like a voice talking to her when she was about to go unconscious.

  “Marie? Marie?” It took a second for her to look around. The entire class was looking at her, which was strange because they’d been so intent on their screens before. The teacher was looking at her too. “Can you tell me?”

  “You know what,” she got up out of her chair. “I don’t have time for this.” The students around the room started giggling. One boy actually got up and left with her. The teacher was clearly furious, but this kind of thing happened all the time.

  Marie made her way to the bus stop. She had to handle this. Her mother would be home from work after a little bit, and she wanted to make sure she had everything. She wanted to do it properly.

  In truth, she should be saying goodbye, but the thought of doing so simply hurt too much, and she knew she wouldn’t get very far. Her mother would be heartbroken, but she wouldn’t show it. Her reaction would always be anger to everything she did. She couldn’t just act right. Instead, she had to control her every move. She wanted to keep her there so she could watch her and make sure that she did everything she said, and if she told her, she was certain that her mother would do something to try and stop her. She might even succeed at doing so.

  In fact, that was Marie’s worst fear. She really didn’t want to go home, but she couldn’t just walk out of her room with her suitcase while her mother was standing there. The driveway was empty and the house was quiet. Her mother didn’t give her a key, but she did keep one under the doormat that Marie wasn’t supposed to know about.

  When she used it, the familiar smells of her old home came back to her. The parlor was dark, but she knew every single nook and cranny. She knew just what the angels on the coffee table looked like and she knew what they were saying when she stopped to admire them.

  She went into the kitchen, which was the center of the home, and remembered all of the time she’d spent there learning to cook and clean. Her entire life was here and she was giving it up, but she had to. She loved Drake and she couldn’t live like this any longer. She had to see the world.

  Her mother kept a tiny pad on the refrigerator with a pen on it so that she could leave a note if she needed to. She pulled it off and walked to the counter. If she couldn’t say goodbye in person, she could at least say goodbye in another way. She took the pen and poured out her feelings. She told her mother how she would live a good life and that she would always love her, but she knew that she wouldn’t ever be able to let her go. She told her how she was wrong, that the world wasn’t bad and how she wanted her to live her life too. The one thing she probably should’ve left out but didn’t was the part where she talked about her father.

  Her mother lived the way she did because she was overcompensating for her father’s loss and she was bitter because of it. She urged her to move and meet somebody, or at least to have some fun in life. She didn’t have to stay cooped up forever.

  When Marie was done, she left the note above the sink where her mother would find it as soon as she got home. She made her way to her bedroom to get her suitcase and her things. She got the cross of the wall and decided to keep it with her. She wanted it to remind her of home. She stuck it in the case and left.

  Her mother jumped out from behind a corner. She had the note in her hand and tears were flying down her face. Her stone cold demeanor was struck with despair like nothing Marie had ever seen before. She was striking a chord and that hurt, but the woman had done it to herself.

  “You ain’tleavin!” Phyllis ran at her with her fists flailing, weakly slamming against her chest. She fell to the floor in a pile of tears at her daughter’s feet. “Please. You’re all I have.”

  “Mama, I’m goin and there’s nothing you can do. I love you. I’ll call you and you can come see me.”

  “No! You stay here with me. You ain’t married yet.” Marie tried to push her aside but she couldn’t. Phyllis was too strong. She hit the back of Marie’s knees and the girl fell to the floor.

  “Mama! You know I’m an adult. I can call the police.” The girl was crying too now. She went to hug her mother but the woman sat up and raked her fingernails against Marie’s face like a badger.

  Marie shrieked and warm blood fell to the carpet. “Now you’ve done it, Mama! You push me away. You treat me like a prisoner!” She was on her feet. “You take every single bit of joy out of my life and then you attack me,” she kicked the woman in the head, “when I’m trying to gain my life back. You will never see me again.” She’d never talked like that before to anyone. “I can promise you that.” She mustered strength she didn’t even know she have when she stomped the woman’s head into the carpet till blood poured out and walked over her.

  When she got to the parlor to leave, she took one of the white and gold ceramic angels on the coffee table and picked it up, she pulled her arm back to swing it onto the wall, but a firm hand stopped her then there was a sharp butcher’s knife to her neck.

  “Get it your room,” the woman growled. “You ain’t leaving it for a week. You can go in a bucket for all I care, but you’re not disgracing my family.”

  With one hand on Marie’s shirt collar and the other holding a knife to her throat Phyllis dragged her daughter to her room to lock the door. “It will not stop me!” According to Phyllis, defiance was one of the dirtiest words there ever was and that was exactly what was driving Marie, but she was a woman being forced into a cage. She was being asked to give up any chance of living, loving and seeing the world like she needed to do.

  Her mother had her suitcase or she’d be out the door. She had to figure out a way to get it. She could try going out the window and into the front door, but Phyllis had locked that for certain—she always did. She could try banging down the door, but it was solid wood. The thing wasn’t hollow and she wasn’t going to get out that way. The best she could think of was to make her way out the window and hope that her mother didn’t lock it behind her. That way she could get Drake to come and get her out of there.

  Reached down in her pocket. She couldn’t believe it. She should’ve called Drake the moment this stuff happened, but it didn’t even enter her mind. He could get her out of this. He’d put her in her place for certain.

  She dialed his number and waited. He didn’t pick up on the first ring, which might not go through on his end, and he didn’t pick up the second either. All that could mean was that he couldn’t reach it in time. Then the third ring came and she was starting to worry. The seconds were passing and they were supposed to have met by then. He wasn’t answering. Each and every single time she called, he didn’t answer. Something must’ve happened to him, but what? He said that he had to do something before they met, but what did that mean? Was he in danger?

  She paced around, calling as much as she could. She hit the button, put it on speaker and waited, and when it didn’t work, she tried again. She must’ve called him at least 600 times by the time she plopped onto the bed.

  Maybe he missed her when he didn’t see her. He might’ve just gone home thinking it was a waste, but if that was the case then why wasn’t he answering? He probably lost his phone. He loved her. He wouldn’t ignore her calls. He loved her.

  She couldn’t think about the unthinkable, but also the most obvious thing. He just used her for sex. All he wanted was to be with her that one night, and he got it, and now he was toying with her. Her wailing sobs shook the whole house.
She pounded the walls and kicked the closet doors. She nearly broke the window.

  She was going to have to find him and kill him. It was the only way she would feel right again. Then she would leave Phyllis and go to California by herself. She was still leaving no matter what, she just needed to do it right this time.

  She was stupid to think that she could just enter his world. He wasn’t right for her. He was a street kid, a punk and she was a nice girl. She shouldn’t have trusted him. Nobody wanted to be with her, not with the way her mother forced her to live. She was damaged.

  Marie plopped on the bed and closed herself off from the world with her thin blanket covering her eyes. She blocked everything out in the one place where she could feel comfortable. She sobbed into her pillow. She never loved him. She couldn’t think about his sweet face or how he was with her. She had to get that kiss out of her head.

  She fell asleep, but she knew that she wasn’t getting any piece. Instead, she was leaving things behind for a while. Everything would still be there when she got back, and that was the worst part about it. He’d shown her how terrible her world was and then he pretended that he was going to get her out of it. He was a cruel beast.

  She was dreaming because he was watching her sleep when her eyes fluttered open. His sweet smile was right there. “Shh,” he said. “Let’s go.”

  She sat up and looked around to clear her head, but he was still there. She reached out to touch his face and she felt it, but it was a lie. She laid back down on her pillow and said, “I wanna wake up.”

  “What do you mean? You are awake.” He laughed. “I’m right here with you, Marie. It’s all over for both of us.”

  “You mean you’re leaving?”

  “No. How could you say that? I mean we’re leaving, and we’re going to California. Do you have your things ready?”

  “Mama took my suitcase and put it somewhere. She tried to slit my throat when she found the note I left for her.”

  “What? How bad is she? You think I can shoot the door down?”

  “Do it.” That was probably the most amazing thing she’d ever been asked in her entire life. He bent down and pressed his lips to hers then he got up slowly. She looked over at him and saw that there bandages on his leg. “What happened?”

  “It’s OK. I got hurt.”

  “How?” She waited, thinking he would respond, but he didn’t. Instead, he walked over to the door and pulled out a rifle. “Wait.” It was so comfortable in his hands. He looked over at her then he sat down. “Now, I do gotta know what I’m getting into and you gotta tell me before we leave.”

  “It’s hard.”

  “Talking is easy.” She didn’t beat around the bush. This was too big. “Whatever it is, though, I just wanna know. I will always be with you and I don’t take that lightly. You know that, don’t you?”

  “Yeah. I do.”

  “Well then what is it?”

  “I worked for some guys for a while, selling stuff, you know?” She did know, and that wasn’t the end of the world, but more was a little much.

  “They had me try and kill a guy to get out of the game, but another guy shot me and I couldn’t make it. They let me out because I took the bullet.” She sighed. She wasn’t completely ignorant. You’d have to be in order to not understand what he was saying, and she loved him, but she had to be sure that she was safe.

  “Do you have to talk to them still? Will they ask you to do things for them?”

  “I have to call them every few months and let them know if my number changes, but I want no part in it and they understand why I’m leaving. People do leave.”

  She was pacing around the room again. This was hard. She could be putting herself in danger. “Why did you leave?”

  He sat back on the bed. “Well, it’s scary and it’s weird. People get hurt, and it’s dangerous. I don’t want to deal with it anymore. I mean the things these people do, Marie, it’s not something a man can do his whole life.”

  It wasn’t enough, but it would have to do. She loved this man, and he loved her. He’d be good to her. That wasn’t perfect, but it was something. “Alright. Shoot the door down and don’t shoot her.”

  “Put your fingers in your ears.”

  The ensuing crack was so powerful that she jumped anyways and when he rushed out she followed closely behind him. Her mother was on top of them as soon as they reached the end of the hall. “Marie, no,” she whispered frantically as they pushed past her into her room. “He’ll kill you baby. He’ll kill you.” Her eyes were wide and her voice was soft from lunacy. “He-he gotta gun, baby. Look,” she pointed over to the pistol he had pointed at her. “He’ll kill ya.” Her gestures were exaggerated.

  “Where the bag?” His voice was calm but poisonous. He’d done this before judging by the way his hands knew how to move.

  “No!” Phyllis tried to push at him, but he kept the gun firm and she jumped back. She had the look of a woman who believed she was being persecuted, but in fact was really throwing a fit for nothing.

  “Where is it, Mama? He’ll shoot.” Marie wanted to scare her good.

  “C-c-closet.” She fell over onto the bed and lay prone with her arms out.

  She didn’t even move when they finally left. Instead, she lay their silently. None of them were sure whether or not she knew where she was, and neither of them really cared.

  Chapter 7

  In the Mojave Desert, the air is dry and you don’t get any relieve from the heat. This is where you will find the hottest temperatures on the planet, along with the Sahara and Gobi deserts. They made their way through there, starting in the afternoon in Arizona, and into California by the time the sun set over the horizon.

  Marie held onto his back for dear life, and she got tired sometimes. It was hard but the adrenaline rush was well worth it, especially when they passed over the mountains and into San Diego.

  They got a tiny place at Motel 5 near the beach. She couldn’t see it, but somehow she could sense it was there. The air smelled different, like water and salt. It wasn’t as dry as the desert’s, and she felt anticipation every time she looked left. He got her a tiny string bikini with a black thong and he wore a pair of short black shorts. She wanted to grab his cock right there in the room, but he told her she had to wait till they were out on the sand.

  “Have you ever seen the ocean before, Marie?” He looked over to her as they walked down the street.

  “No. Have you?”

  “No. It’ll be my first time too.” They were getting closer. There was one square squat building in the way and then, when they finally made their way past it, and onto the sand, her heart skipped and his hand curled around hers.

  The moon had risen just above the water, making the tiny ripples in the waves glow with a magnificent luster that lit up the seascape with tiny sparkles.

  The sound could put her to sleep, but what got her on her back was the love of her life turning to her, just above the tide level, with his cock sticking out of the bottom of his shorts. He had his thumb caressing his foreskin as he pulled her in and their lips swam around one another’s. His tongue made its way slowly past her lips as he unhooked her bikini and threw it aside. “I love you,” he whispered.

  His thumb was circling her throbbing lips and she gasped as the other thumb was running along the outline of her nipples. A wave of nectar was flowing slowly down her thigh and into the water that was rushing past both of their feet. That was when fell on top of one another and he untied her bottom with his cock in hand. She wanted to feel it again, just like when they’d been together that first time. That was the night when they fell in love and he changed her life forever.

  He ran his cock along her lips and she shuddered in desire. His mouth moved from one nipple to the next, and his teeth grazed the tips like little squares of ecstasy. He finger was moving along the slit and her rippling sanctum was screaming and squirting as she moaned hungrily, “Take me, Drake.” He did, instantly.

  His t
hink cock drove through her like drill, pulsing back and forth, reaching further for that spot that made her scream so wildly. The sound of the waves couldn’t muffle her frantic cries as he slammed into her over and over again. He reached down and growled loudly as he bit her lip and drove in as far as he could. Their worlds shattered and their bodies melded as the tsunami of pleasure overtook them with waves of bliss.

  When it was done, they went up back to the hotel to sleep where they belonged—in each other arms.

  The next morning when the sun crept out slowly out of the cheap blackout curtains, she felt the world spinning. She was too nauseous. She hadn’t eaten anything weird had she? She ran to the toilet and dry wretched.

  It hit her like a brick wall, but it didn’t hurt. It was simple. Things would be alright. Drake came in to see her and asked, “What is it?”

  “Either a girl or a boy,” she responded with a smile. They both laughed. Things were easy and fun. They were filled with possibilities. They’d both escaped terrible lives, and now they were ready to live.

  The Billionaire Cowboy’s Last Hope

  By: Erin Walsh

  The Billionaire Cowboy’s Last Hope

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