Loving The Biker (MC Biker Romance)

by Cassie Alexandra

  “Why should I?” he said, pulling my head back roughly. “You’re worth more to us dead.”

  “Exactly. We need to get rid of her,” said Ronnie. “We can’t have any witnesses. Especially a cop.”

  “I know,” said Chips breathing heavily near my ear. “I’ll take care of her.”

  “You sure you can handle her?” asked Ronnie, who’d been watching quietly with, his gun poised on Pete.

  “I can handle this little fox,” said Chips, sniffing my neck. “Mm… what fragrance is that?”

  “It’s called Fuck Off,” I muttered in revulsion as he began groping me.

  Chips chuckled. “Feisty. I like that.”

  “Quit thinking with your pecker and handle this situation,” ordered Ronnie, getting into Pete’s car. “I’ll meet you back at the clubhouse. Gomer, you stay with him and clean this shit up.”

  “Will do,” said Gomer.

  “Now… drive, before I kill you, dumb-shit,” ordered Ronnie.

  “What are you going to do with that young woman?” asked Pete, staring at us with wide-eyes.

  “Nothing you need to worry about,” said Ronnie. “Just get me my money.”

  “I’m sorry, Miss,” said Pete, looking ashamed. “This situation is my fault.”

  “Drive!” ordered Ronnie, now holding the gun against the back of Pete’s skull.

  Pete put the car in gear and they took off down the alley.

  “Please. Chips. Just… let me go,” I said in a calm voice. “We can forget about all of this.”

  “Too late. We don’t forget and we don’t negotiate. Stupid nosy broad. You should have taken your food and gotten the fuck out of here,” he replied angrily.

  The alley was quiet and I began to wonder if the cashier had even bothered to call the cops.

  “You’re right. I should have minded my own business. But, I still can, you know?” I told him. “We can all just go on our way and forget we ever met.

  He snorted. “I don’t believe that for a second.”

  “We gotta do something with her,” said Gomer, looking around the alley anxiously.

  “I know,” he replied. “Let me think.”

  It was then that I realized Chips was still attracted to me. I could feel his hardness push against my backside. As disgusting as it was, it gave me an idea. “Hey. Maybe we could work something out.”

  He grunted. “Like what?”

  “Like… whatever you’d like,” I said in a softer voice. I pressed against his crotch.

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

  “I’m not like most cops you’ve probably met,” I said, wondering if death would actually be better than flirting with the disgusting pile of shit. “I know when to keep my mouth shut and I know how to make deals.”

  “What kind of deal are we talking about?”

  “You get what you want and I forget I ever saw you,” I whispered.

  “What did she say?” asked Gomer, frowning.

  “Nothing,” said Chips, pulling me back a few steps. He lowered his voice. “Why should I believe that you’d keep your word?”

  “Because, I’d rather not admit to my fellow cops that I traded sex for my life. I’d be the laughing stock of the department. Plus, I’d have to go to court and,” I laughed coldly, “what a drag that would be.”

  Chips was silent for a few seconds. “Gomer, check the deli. Make sure there aren’t any customers and then lock the doors.”

  Holy crap. He’s actually falling for it?

  “On it,” said Gomer, disappearing.

  “Looks like we’re going to have some private time together, darlin’,” chuckled Chips, grinding his pelvis into my butt cheeks. “I’m not really stupid enough to believe that you wouldn’t rat me out, one way or another. Plus, Ronnie would kill me if I let you go. But, I’m still going to have my way with you. At least one of us will be having fun.”

  “Fuck you,” I replied, swearing to myself that the only fun to be had would be hurting the son of a bitch.

  He laughed. “That’s the plan.”

  Six

  Cole

  There was road construction, on the same block as Red’s Deli, which appeared to be hurting the business in the area. The shop itself was empty when I walked inside, even though the OPEN sign was lit up and three motorcycles were parked outside.

  I took off my sunglasses. “Hello?” I called out, looking over the tall glass deli case.

  Nothing.

  Strange, I thought.

  The lights were on, music played, and uneaten sandwiches sat on some of the tables. It was then that I heard the sound of the back door being opened and footsteps. I peered around the corner and swore inwardly when I noticed who was heading this way.

  Gomer.

  I should have recognized his Hog out front, I thought, heading back toward the front door. The last thing I needed at the moment was a confrontation with my old club. I knew the Devil’s Rangers were beyond pissed that I’d switched teams, but I wasn’t exactly happy with them either. Ronnie, the V.P., had made me believe that the Gold Vipers had orchestrated the drive-by shooting, which had almost killed Billy. When I’d first confronted Ronnie about it, he’d played stupid, but eventually confessed.

  “Fuck the Gold Vipers,” he’d said. “Slammer deserved to die and I’m glad it worked out the way that it did. Even better, they can’t pin his murder on any of us.”

  “What about my sister?” I’d replied angrily. “Not only is her life in danger now, but she could go to jail. Hell, we both could end up in prison if they find any evidence.”

  “Fuck that. You’re being paranoid. The Vipers don’t know who killed him and neither do the cops. Anyway, her finger had been itching to kill someone. Why not the person who deserved it more than anyone?”

  “Because it wasn’t right and you know it.”

  “The man was a murderer. He may have not been involved in what happened that night, but he fucking had it coming. Look at the trail of bodies he’s left behind in the past couple of years. All Devil’s Rangers. As far as I’m concerned, his death was long over-due.”

  “Not by Raina’s gun.”

  “Jesus, give it a rest. You’re acting like we set her up,” he’d replied angrily.

  “Didn’t you?”

  “How were we supposed to know that your sister was crazy enough to go after someone like him? You?” He’d smirked. “Of course, I must admit, the thought had crossed my mind. Hell I figured that if you did manage to kill the sonofabitch, I’d patch you, from Prospect to an actual club member, the very next day.” He’d laughed. “Looks like your bad-assed sister beat you to it.”

  Those words had set me off. Not only did I beat the shit out of Ronnie that night, but I’d thrown my cut into the trash bin out back. It was the last conversation we’d had together.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” asked Gomer, noticing me trying to leave.

  I turned around. At least he didn’t have his gun pulled out.

  “I’m just leaving,” I said.

  Gomer glared at me. “Good. Get the fuck out of here.”

  I heard the back door open again and a woman’s voice, asking to be let go.

  “What’s going on?” I asked, tensing up.

  “None of your business. Get out of here,” said Gomer.

  “Someone else here?” called Chips.

  “Yeah,” said Gomer, sighing.

  “You’d better let me go. My entire department is going to be down here soon, wondering why they haven’t gotten their food yet,” a woman said angrily.

  “Who’s that?” I asked.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” barked Chips, dragging some chick around the corner. “Cole? What the fuck are you doing here?”

  Realizing that I’d walked into a very bad situation, I lied. “Looking for Ronnie.” I said, staring at the young woman dressed in business attire. She had dark red hair that was pulled back into a bun, and light green eyes that reminde
d me of Jade’s, Patty’s cat. Oddly enough, the woman looked more pissed off than frightened.

  “He just left. What do you need him for?” asked Chips, glaring at me with hatred.

  “Some business between us,” I replied.

  Chips scowled. “Why would he want to do business with a fucking traitor?”

  Although I now despised the Devil’s Rangers, being called a traitor still made me feel like an asshole. “It’s private shit. Between us.”

  While he stared at me with suspicion, the chick also watched me, a curious look in her eyes.

  “Hey, did you lock that door yet Gomer?” asked Chips.

  “Shit. No. I’ll do it now,” he replied.

  Chips shook his head. “Dumbass,” he muttered.

  I moved out of Gomer’s way. He locked the door and turned the sign off.

  “Who’s the chick?” I asked casually, crossing my arms so that I could get closer to my gun.

  “My new friend,” said Chips, with a menacing grin. “Aren’t you, doll?”

  “I’m a cop and these two are going to jail,” said the woman in an authoritative voice.

  “Jail, huh?” Chips barked out a laugh. “Can you believe this broad? She just doesn’t give up.”

  Gomer snorted. “She obviously doesn’t understand the seriousness of the situation she’s in.”

  “Sorry, little fox,” said Chips. He licked the side of her face and she shuddered in horror. “Nobody is going anywhere. Not until we take care of business.”

  “Ronnie know what you’re doing right now?” I asked.

  “Hell yeah. He’s the one who told us to take care her, which is what we’re planning on doing,” said Gomer. “If you keep your mouth shut, we might let you have a piece, too.”

  “Bullshit. He’s a fucking traitor. He’s not getting anything,” snapped Chips. “Unless it’s a good ass kicking, which is a lot less than what he deserves.”

  “Where is Pete? The owner of this place?” I asked, ignoring him. One thing I knew about the man, other than his staff made excellent sandwiches, he was always working.

  “Pete is with Ronnie,” said Chips. “Making a pit stop at the bank.”

  “And what about the rest of the employees?” I asked.

  “I don’t know where they went,” said Chips, glancing around the dining room. “They must have decided to cut early for the day.”

  “I sent them away,” said the woman. “And told the cashier to call the cops.”

  “She obviously didn’t. They’d be here by now,” said Gomer as he stepped back around me.

  I quickly pulled out my pistol and grabbed him by the collar. “Don’t move or I’ll put a bullet through your head,” I said, shoving the gun against his temple.

  Gomer raised his hands in the air. “I’m not moving. Relax.”

  “What the fuck you doing?” hollered Chips, glaring at me.

  “Let her go,” I ordered.

  “Why? This bitch is a cop. Why do you care what happens to her?” asked Chips.

  I ignored his question. “Do it or I’ll pull the fucking trigger,” I said sharply. “Gomer’s brains will be all over this place. I’m sure Bogie will love to hear how you chose a piece of tail over a brother. Especially his.”

  Bogie was Gomer’s older brother. He was also the most unstable member of the Devil’s Rangers. He’d once killed a UPS driver after the guy had stepped on his freshly seeded lawn. He’d also threatened a neighbor, whose Cottonwood trees had sent seeds over to his property. The man had been so terrified that he’d spent thousands of dollars to have them all cut down. To say that Bogie was a crazy fucker was an understatement. One thing for certain, however, he loved his younger Gomer and would kill Chips if anything happened to him.

  Staring at me with hatred, Chips lowered the knife and pushed her away.

  “Now, you’d better let him go if you know what’s good for you,” said Chips.

  Before I could do anything, however, the angry chick straightened out her jacket and turned around. “Put the knife down.”

  He grunted at her. “Whatever.”

  “I’m only going to ask you one more time…” she said coldly.

  “Fuck you, bitch,” he answered. “Scram!”

  Her eyes narrowed.

  Chips grinned darkly. “Unless you really do want me to fuck you.”

  I could tell that comment made her even angrier. I was about to tell her to get lost when all of a sudden, she cried out in rage and then performed a roundhouse kick, her shoe connecting with his chin so hard, that even I could feel it in my jaw. Grunting in pain, Chips fell backward, dropping the knife.

  She quickly picked it up and pointed it down at him. “Get your ass off of the floor. Now!” she ordered.

  Chips spit out blood. “Fuck you, bitch!” he growled, crawling backward.

  “Fine. Stay down there, asshole.” She reached into her blazer and pulled out her cell phone. She dialed 9-1-1 and told them that she was an officer and needed assistance. Then she gave the operator the address.

  Still glaring at the cop, Chips stood up and then looked at me. “Enough is enough. Let him go so we can all get the fuck out of here

  The woman took a step toward me. “Don’t you dare. In fact,” she held out her hand. “Give me your gun.”

  “Sorry. No can do,” I told her.

  Mumbling to herself, the woman pulled out her badge. “My name is Detective Terin O’Brien and I’m with the Jensen City Police Department. Give me your weapon.”

  “Fuck this,” said Chips. He turned, ran down the hall, and out of the back of the deli.

  “Dammit! Don’t you dare let that one go!” she ordered, running off after him.

  “You’re not really going to turn me in, are you?” asked Gomer angrily.

  “Maybe I should I mean, you were going to rape her,” I said. “That’s pretty fucked up.”

  “What are you, some kind of saint now?” he asked with disgust.

  “I’m certainly not a rapist but that doesn’t make me a fucking saint either.”

  The sound of sirens in the distance made both of us swear.

  “Get the fuck out of here,” I said, releasing him.

  “Wise choice,” said Gomer before racing out the front door.

  “That remains to be seen,” I mumbled, slipping the gun back into my leather jacket. I thought about checking on Terin but decided she was probably doing fine on her own. Plus, I didn’t feel like spending the rest of my afternoon filling out a police report.

  Putting on my sunglasses, I rushed out of the deli, hopped onto my bike, and took off.

  Seven

  Terin

  I quickly followed Chips out of the building.

  “Freeze!” I yelled, wishing I still had my gun.

  Ignoring me, he kept running.

  I tried chasing him down the alley, but unfortunately, my early morning shoe choice and the fact that his legs were much longer than mine, made it impossible to catch up. Out of breath, I stopped and walked back to the deli, both my feet and my ego sore. I just knew the fact that I’d blundered the arrest and lost my gun was going to make me the laughing stock of the office. I’d never hear the end of it, especially since I was a woman. The only thing I had going for me was that I could easily ID the three men from the Devil’s Rangers and I wouldn’t rest until I had Chips, Gomer, and Ronnie in handcuffs.

  By the time I returned to the deli, backup had arrived but both the stranger and Gomer were gone. I reported what happened to the other officers on the scene and a few minutes later, two familiar faces walked in. Walters and Bronson.

  Bronson smirked. “What’s going on O’Brien? You scare everyone out of the place?”

  I explained what had happened.

  “Devil’s Rangers, huh?” said Walters. He looked at Bronson. “Let’s put out an APB for those three assholes.

  “Okay,” he replied, making notes.

  Walters turned back to me. “So, Ronnie left with Pe
te. What was the make and model of his vehicle?”

  “It was a newer white, Toyota Camry. I memorized the license plate,” I said, giving it to him.

  “Good. What about the other guy? You know who he was?” asked Walters.

  “I think it might have been Cole Johnson,” I replied, remembering the conversation. “Chips mentioned that he’d screwed them over.”

  “I’m sure a lot of people have screwed those dirt bags over, and vice-versa. Was he wearing a cut?” he asked.

  I sighed. “I couldn’t tell. He had on a black leather jacket. No patches.”

  “What did he look like?”

  The word ‘handsome’ popped into my head and almost escaped my lips. “He, um, he was about six foot two, black hair cropped, blue eyes, darker complexion… possibly Italian or Greek decent,” I replied.

  “Any tattoos or piercings noticeable?”

  “Nothing on his face. No piercings that I could see. Like I said, he was wearing a jacket.”

  “Your description sounds like it could be him,” said Pen, who just walked into the deli and was now standing next to us.

  “It does, although we can’t know for sure until O’Brien ID’s him,” agreed Walters. “We’ll round him up too and get a statement. Let’s pay a little visit to the Gold Viper’s clubhouse.”

  “You want me with?” I asked. “Make sure it’s the right guy?”

  He sighed. “You may as well. I doubt we can have you going undercover now anyway. If it wasn’t Cole, it’s going to be someone who associates with one of the clubs.”

  “True. Sorry,” I replied.

  “It’s not your fault, O’Brien. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time,” he replied.

  “Or… maybe she was in the right place at the right time, especially if Pete ends up dead,” said Pen.

  “Old Pete’s lucky,” he answered. “Once Ronnie finds out you’re still alive, they’re going to let him go. Money or not.”

  I nodded.

  Walter’s phone rang. When he answered it, Pen asked how I was doing.

  “Much better if I hadn’t made such a rookie move,” I replied, smiling grimly. “I should have called for backup right away.”

  He shrugged. “Probably. At least you walked out of the situation alive. Normally they don’t leave witnesses.”