Det. Vasquez said, "That's kind of what I am getting at. I think they're going to call in a debt, initiate young Lucas and pay you back for humiliating them at one of the most popular biker bars around."
Fear racked Laura's body. She was young and fit but her heart beat so hard in her chest that she thought she was going to have a heart attack. She struggled to withstand the emotional pain she felt. She had lost her mother and father and had to become the only parent to her kid brother. If she lost him, she would have no one. She didn't have it in her to withstand the loss of her next and last family member. Will put a hand on her thigh.
"Hey there," he said soothingly. "Take a breath. It's going to be okay. We'll get him back."
"We've tried everything," she said before dissolving into full blown sobs.
As she cried hard, Laura could hear the guys rush around. There was the definite sound of someone grabbing a tissue box and someone cracking open a bottle of water. She felt a warm hand rest between her shoulder blades, grounding her, calming her. "Here," Will said handing her the water. Laura sipped and then she took the tissue Frank offered to clean up her face.
Det. Vasquez looked her directly in the eye. "We're doing our best to extricate Lucas from the situation as we are all the kids while they are still salvageable. I'm obligated to brief you but you shouldn't feel as though you're to blame for any of this. You haven't had any more incidents of vandalism on your home, have you?" Laura shook her head. "Good. Not being pestered otherwise?"
"No," she answered shortly. Suddenly she was exhausted. "Thanks for filling me in."
"You know," Will began very diplomatically. "Frank you could just keep me apprised of the details and if there is something pressing that Laura needs to hear, so that we don't upset her unnecessarily."
"That's okay. I have to hear this," she insisted.
"Laura," Will pleaded.
"It's actually a good idea. I have to keep Will informed every step of the way because his guys are the most organic way we have to learning firsthand what their next move is. We can't afford to have you distressed."
"Did you drive here?" Will asked softly. She nodded. She didn't feel like driving home, that was for sure. "Frank I am going to leave my bike at the lot for one of my guys to pick up. I am going to take her car back to her house."
"I can a squad car follow both of you and give you a lift back," the detective offered.
***
The air in Frank Vasquez's office was stifling and Laura had to get out. "Okay I got it," she said in a rush, "I have to get out of here. It’s too much."
In a haze, Laura rushed out of the office and down the hall towards the parking lot. She paused as soon as she saw light streaming through the windows of the door, to catch her breath and to let flow the emotions pent up from months and months of this drama. She had to accept the fact that she lost her brother Lucas to the clutches of a gang.
She heard footsteps coming down the hall. As she bent over, realizing her dress hem hike up as she bent forward, she was too overwrought to be self-conscious. For the second time, Will placed his hand on her back comforting her, "Where are your keys?" he asked calmly.
She handed him her keys, let him drive as she slumped behind her sunglasses in the passenger seat, avoiding the sun of a crisp near-winter day. Fortunately the house where she grew up and where she had raised up her younger brother was not far from the police station. The problem was, it was so so empty and she was now going there with a new, fresher aloneness.
Will pulled into her driveway and came round to open her door for her. Grief made Laura's mind hazy. He braced her against his powerful body. She could feel the definition of his form even as her body gently brushed it as she clumsily walked to her front door. Will turned the lock with his own key. She looked up to him with question.
"Still have mine from when I stayed her," he explained.
He led her up to her room and encouraged her to lay atop the bedding. He skimmed off the shoulders of her dress and peeled it downward. She protested. "Will, I can't do this," she said.
"Just a massage, I promise," he said. "For your own good. You need this."
So Laura submitted. The feel of his hands on her skin were unspeakable soothing. Warmth radiated through her shoulders, down her spin. Everywhere he touched. He kneaded her flesh deeply pushing away grief from her. Finally he straddled her to better access her body. He rolled his knuckles into the small of her back to make her muscles more pliant. Her spine lost its stiffness and achiness. His dismounted her. His hands traveled over the firm hills of her buttocks and dangerously close to her center as he worked the tight backs of her legs down to her calves and feet.
Each next section of her body was more sensually stimulating than the one before. His pressure to the inside of her foot had direct effect on her foot causing her core to clench. Laura gasped. There was no covering up he was turning her on like crazy.
"You okay?" he asked so sweetly in her ear. She nodded. It was a lie. She was not okay. He had her suffering. "Do you need something from me?" he asked. She nodded again. She did indeed need something from him. Him.
Will stooped to her spine and trailed it with light ticklish kisses. He braced her shoulders to keep her body still so she would fully absorb their effect. Her arousal could not disperse; it collected at her core. She was at once achingly empty. Her mind, her instincts craved one thing. To have Will Shriner deep inside her. She spun around onto her back so now his mouth was at her belly. He licked her belly button. Laura was kicking with pleasure. She reached for his hand and placed it between her legs to show him how much he excited her.
He flashed a broad smile. His teeth were bright straight and even. His lips were full and luscious trimmed with a need to shave. Laura craned up to kiss him. She could hear him unfasten his belt buckled and kick down his jeans. The skin of his abdomen was now warming hers. He maneuvered her legs around his hips. His erection grazed the soft interior of her thighs. She reached between them and gripped the hard length. She teased him and her both, flicking the soft skinned head at her wet entrance.
"You're mean," he said between kisses. He gently overpowered her hand and pushed himself inside. Laura collapsed back on the fluffy bedding and simply enjoyed the feel of him.
She drew back her knees to give him a full view of their joining. The look on his face said it all. He glazed over with a smoky look as he drove into her. To excite him excited her. She cocked her knees to provide a counter rhythm against his. The agitation was delicious and the rocking caused her breasts to gently bobble. He reached to her erect nipple and gave it a firm squeeze. The pain was like salted caramel. Both savory and sweet. In response she touched herself and gave herself pleasure; but not too much. She liked to sustain her erotic suffering; to make it last. Will picked up his pace, mindlessly pumping, moaning to the gods. Laura felt that perceptible shift. She was going to come. From deep within, she released a guttural wail to shout out her climax. Will was right behind her, crying out with the ultimate culmination. How sweet it was to feel her flesh clench on his amazing hardness. She was paralyzed with absolute bliss, taking all that he had to give. He cries told on him that he was about to burst. She did her best to rock against him to return and prolong the exquisite sensation that he was giving to her, though she was still stunned by their experience. Finally they crumpled against the bedding.
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They stopped looking for Shane Perry fifteen years ago.
They did all they could do; filed reports, dragged the lake, and finally presumed him dead. The high school football field lit up with candlelight at his memorial, and mourners gathered to gaze at his glossy image: youthful and tall with a heart melting grin.
Bikes and bikers are all Maggie Rice has ever known.
She was riding before she could walk and switching out clutch plates b
y junior high. She was a quirky, fiery haired tomboy and it was her dream to ride with the 417s. Formerly her father’s crew, they all had a hand in raising her after his passing. Now that she ran her own garage, it seemed her chance had arrived at last.
When the ghost of Shane Perry rides into town, he threatens to spoil it all.
The day of her initiation into the 417s, Shane waltzed back into town as if he’d only been gone the weekend, and his first order of business was to crush her chance at happiness. No woman was going to ride in Shane Perry’s gang, not ever, and certainly not his closest childhood friend.
Maggie doesn’t believe for one second his arrival is coincidental.
Was it possible to hate and love a man at the same time? Where had Shane been all those years and why was he back? And when the Hell did he get so damned gorgeous?
***
Allison Russell has a special knack for getting into trouble.
An intoxicating mix of beauty and bravado, she made her living unearthing things certain people would rather remain buried: stolen goods, dirty secrets, and more than a little trouble. She lived for the thrill of the hunt, and a fat stack of cash after a job well done sure didn’t hurt.
Jake Brighton has two talents, riding and thieving.
He loved them in just that order, too. There was no better feeling than making a clean getaway with his partners in crime and fellow bikers, the Dixon Crew. He’d been riding with the Dixons since before he was shaving. They were his friends and his brothers and he’d proudly take a bullet for any one of them.
And that’s why he ain’t buying what Allison Russell is selling.
A case of mistaken identity on the job leads Allison to a startling discovery, but before she can inform her client she must escape the Dixon Crew with her life. She must persuade the handsome but distrustful Jake Brighton to come to her aid, but his loyalty to his friends may just be the only thing more powerful than the aching tension growing between them.
Jake believes in his crew, but Allison intoxicates him.
If what she says is true, he’s been living a lie. But trusting a beautiful woman is never easy, particularly one who stirs a lust in him he’s never known. Is Allison the real deal, or is she using him to satisfy her client?
***
Grace is the very best at what she does.
Working for the Public Defender’s Office is thankless and the pay is meager, but she’s a true believer in the justice system. The beautiful, underpaid attorney has made it her life’s mission to see to it that ‘innocent until proven guilty’ still means something.
Tobey is a self-confessed career criminal.
Enforcer, thief, con-man ... He’s done it all and proudly. Tobey never cared for authority and a life of crime agrees with him.The handsome thug carved out a comfortable life for himself pulling odd jobs for a motorcycle gang, but only when he feels like it.
There are some things Tobey won’t do for any price.
Namely murder, so it’s a shock when he’s arrested for the death of a local businessman. Tobey knows he’s been framed, but the evidence is overwhelming and the outlook is grim.
That is until the lovely public defender comes to his rescue.
But when Grace uncovers evidence to exonerate Tobey both their lives are in danger and Tobey is quickly coming to the conclusion that he can’t let any harm come to his beautiful champion, not now or ever.
***
Casey Stone has always known her family was a little different.
She doesn’t know the details, but she’s heard enough whispers through cracked doors to know they’re criminals of some variety, and she’s happy not to know which.
Brian was just playing around when he sidled up to the Stone boys’ sister and offered her a drink.
He isn’t a cruel man, but the boys were watching and their sister is objectively beautiful - long legs, modest curves, and a face that begs to be kissed. He just couldn’t resist riling them up a bit. Then she spoke and he was lost.
The Stone boys were not about to let this one slide.
They couldn’t send her running to him any faster than by forbidding her to see him. If they’d told her she’d destroy the subtle truce between two rival gangs and cause a cycle of violence and death, she might have been more willing to listen.
Now there’s a line drawn in the sand, and Brian and Casey are standing on opposite sides.
Can Brian put an end to the feuding before he loses Casey forever? Or is it too late already to repair the fragile trust between them?
***
Michael Lawrence is not the kind of man who runs from a little conflict.
He’s a brute. Or at least that’s the reputation he’s so carefully cultivated throughout his years of running his crew, a gang of motorcycle enthusiasts comprised of thugs and professionals alike. They all have one thing in common: they all find Michael Lawrence a lot more frightening than local law enforcement.
Sarah knows all about Michael Lawrence.
Or so she thinks. She’s come across his handiwork writing for the paper and what she’s seen has disgusted her. Sarah detests violence, the thing Michael Lawrence seems to bring with him everywhere he goes.
Now Michael is getting to know Sarah.
Sarah’s latest article has Michael’s crew all worked up, as it implicates about half of them. Michael’s not too pleased, either, but when his crew decides to take matters into their own hands it’s Michael’s reluctant duty to keep her safe.
And Sarah doesn’t have the good sense to be terrified.
The beautiful reporter has no fear and no particular fondness for Michael. Can Michael bring her around before she runs headlong into serious trouble? And more importantly, how will find the strength to let her go when the danger’s passed?
***
Jackson Kent knew where he was meant to be.
Growing up the only child of the president of Desperados MC, he’d never doubted his place in the brotherhood. And when his mom took off, leaving his father and him because she couldn't handle “the life,” Jackson knew he’d never leave his home, his dad, and the guys who would one day be his family. Nothing would ever come before them.
Melody Turner didn't know where to call home.
Touring the country, performing six nights a week, and living on a bus with four guys, day in and out was seriously taking its toll. After an incident with an obsessed fan, her manager orders her to take a break from the constant crazy of being a rock star, and Melody decides to head to her parent’s house, in the backwoods biker town where she grew up.
Neither one had ever expected to see the other again.
But after running into each other at the local coffee shop, feelings and sensations that Melody hasn't felt in years come rushing back. Jackson had been the first boy Melody ever loved, and until the day she left to chase her dream, she thought they’d be together forever. Now, as they spend time together, she remembers why. But the problems they had twelve years ago still exist. Melody won’t give up her dream. And Jackson puts the club first, always.
But if they could learn how to compromise, they might both find a place to belong.
***
Returning to the small town of her childhood wasn't supposed to end in blood.
Eliza Garcia has spent the past eight years working as one of NYPD's top detectives but now, after a particularly harrowing case, she's returning home. Forced into sabbatical by her concerned superiors she arrives back in the small New England town to find it completely changed. Overrun by bikers and criminals she barely recognizes the picturesque place she grew up in and determines to put things right.
And when she runs into her high school sweetheart, Jason Harris, it becomes even more personal. Now the second in charge of the Raiders Motorcycle Club, Jason tries to dissuade her from her reckless mission. Eliza knows that the man she once loved is still in there, beneath the leather and grease and blood. As their youthful flame begins to kindle once more and the town burn
s around them, Eliza knows she will need him to help her.
But there are more dangerous people than her who aren't willing to let him go without a fight.
***
Cole Rogers is a man who does what he wants, when he wants.
It’s always served him well, but when he decides to part ways with the Cheetahs motorcycle gang he gets his first dose of real consequences. There’s only one way to leave the Cheetahs: in a body bag.
Brianne knows Cole Rogers takes his coffee black.
She also knows he has outrageously blue eyes and he’s a good tipper. For six months he’s been coming into her diner and for about as long she’s been admiring his backside when he leaves.
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