Striker (Black Rebel Riders' MC Book 4)

by Glenna Maynard

  Romeo

  I’m lying in Smoky’s bed at the Fox’s Den, she snuggles into my chest and I rub smoothing circles on her back. “Did she suffer?” I ask not sure if I want to know.

  “No. So, you are safe now. They can’t charge you with anything?” She kisses my hand. “What are you telling your children?” She is getting too personal for my liking.

  “Nothing to tell them. She’s gone, don’t need to remind them.” I try not to think of it myself but it had to be done. LL put everyone I love at risk. I couldn’t stand for that. LL never woke to sign her statements now they are void. Smoky made sure of it, I don’t know how she did it, just that she did. I should be remorseful that LL is dead and gone, but the ugly true side of me doesn’t give a fuck. Bitch became dead to me the minute she gave me up for heroin and to the FED to beat it all.

  I got a call earlier today from the hospital that my wife had passed. I didn’t even show to claim her body, no need in seeing her again. Told them to cremate her, don’t care what they do with her after that. “Just need that motherfucking gun, but nothing to concern yourself with. It is what it is.”

  “If I could think of a way to get it for you I would. I’d do anything for you. You know that right?” Smoky saved my club by doing what she done. I owe her for that. Not sure how to repay her, but I will. I know she thinks it secured her a place by my side, but she isn’t wife material. Only person I would put my brand on is Baby and I can’t have her. Wouldn’t be fair for Smoky or Baby to be saddled with raising my kids while I am doing time.

  “I know you would sweetheart. I appreciate that” She kisses me softly, then roughly.

  In a week’s time, I will have turned myself in for the killing of Winston Rush. The boys in blue may get my brothers someday but it won’t be by my hands. They keep trying squeeze information from me, but I am no rat.

  If I could get my hands on that gun, nothing would matter. As long as Grim does not turn a deal with Gary, they will not get us there either.

  “Does talking about it upset you?” She looks at me with a sadness of her own in her eyes.

  “Not really, does that make you think I’m a bad man?” I feel like an unfeeling bastard.

  “I think you are the sort of man that will do anything to protect what he loves, nothing wrong with that.”

  “You never told me why you came here.” A thought crosses my mind, something I never thought of until now. This bitch didn’t show up until shit went south in my life. What if she is a motherfucking FED? What if she is playing me for more dirt to take me down with?

  “I came here when shit in my old club got too fucking rough. Trust me it takes a lot to scare me, but what Hangman did put the fear of GOD and the devil and all of their soldiers in me. If the devil is a living and breathing man on earth, his name is Hangman.” I can see the fear in her eyes as she talks about it.

  “The Untamed Angels?” Them motherfuckers are brutal.

  “Yeah, but I don’t want to talk about those scary bastards.” I hope to God that whatever brought her here doesn’t bring Hangman knocking on our backdoor.

  She slides down and goes to work sucking my dick. Her tongue glides up and down my cock, swirling it round and round. Her tender fingers stroke and tease my balls. Her head bobs up and down taking all I have to give.

  “Mm, I love having your big cock in my mouth,” she slurps. I roll over top of her and lay into her cunt. I wrap my hands around her throat as she thrashes beneath me. I could choke her out right now, and no one would ever know what she did for me. I look down at her; her red hair is covering her face reminding me of Baby. I let go of her throat as she gasps for her next breath.

  “Damn, that was the most erotic orgasm I have ever had,” she whispers.

  My fingerprints are wrapped around her neck.

  Smoky does have her uses and she was right, she can set a dick on fire with that pussy of hers.

  After I leave Smoky snoring in her bed I walk down the hall to Foxie’s office. I knock on the door and hand her the papers that make the Fox’s Den completely hers.

  “What’s this?” She looks at me confused by the papers on her desk.

  “Place is yours, don’t say I never did you any favors.”

  “Where’s LL?” She follows me into the hall.

  “None of your concern. We’ve been friends a long motherfucking time Foxie, let’s not change it by you asking questions you don’t really want the answers to. Feel me?”

  “We’ve got a lot of secrets between us, Romeo. We both know how to keep our mouths shut. I won’t change that now. But I must say you and Striker have similar taste in women. He is a lot like you, ya know.”

  “We agreed, his father was and always will be Slim, don’t be going back on your word now after twenty-five years.”

  “I’m not I just see the resemblance in the things you do is all.” She shrugs.

  Foxie surprises the hell out of me, giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She thanks me for the deed. She asks if there is anything, I want from LL’s office. I tell her the only thing that bitch ever had that I want is my kids and I already have them.

  Well other than Striker, still don’t know if that boy is mine, but that is a secret Foxie and I both swore to take to the grave. At the time, it was what was best for the club and for us. Foxie and Slim was having a rough time. LL had left me for Chicago. We had one night where we were both weak. We gave into our hurt and desire. For one night, we were free. It wasn’t about love it was lust and revenge. I haven’t thought about that night since until tonight and I won’t think of it ever again.

  20

  Baby

  My week has consisted of avoiding everyone and throwing myself into making sure my sister’s wedding is something to go down in the history books for her. She deserves this more than anyone I know. After everything she endured, to see her getting her happily ever after helps close the hole in my heart but not by much.

  Striker has sent me countless messages telling me that he is sorry. He has begged me to sit down and talk to him but I can’t face him yet. The moment the words I’m pregnant left Diamond’s lips my heart felt like it had been sliced open by the ugly truth, bleeding my love for Striker dry.

  “You look beautiful, like a biker fairy tale princess.” I look over at my sister, as she gets ready to become a top bitch. She looks stunning. Her strawberry blonde hair is pinned on top of her head, in curls. Her dress is red satin. She didn’t want a traditional gown. It isn’t long either it stops right above her knees. Rebel is going to be putty in her hands tonight. Just wait until he gets a good look at her heels. Their wedding colors are black, red and grey—Black Rebel Rider colors.

  Grim steps forward to take her arm. He is walking her down the aisle. Dawn and Jamie are serving as ring bearer and flower girl. Sunshine is on baby duty sitting up front with Colt and Miracle with Romeo’s sister next her. That woman is a piece of work. I don’t even know why she is here tonight considering she doesn’t like us, thinks we are all just hillbilly biker trash. Glancing through the church doors I see Striker standing beside of Rebel, they both look equally handsome, but the sight of Striker in that suit astounds me.

  It could be me walking the wedding march into his arms if it weren’t for life always stepping in our way. Why can’t men seem to keep their dick in their pants? I shake my head, as I prepare to take my turn walking down the black carpet. I look over my black satin dress and check my heels. I am good.

  Holding my head up high, I make my way through the march without making eye contact with Striker, though I can feel his gaze burning straight through me. Instead of the wedding march, Rumor is walking down the aisle to ‘Dust to Dust’ by ‘The Civil Wars,’ a favorite of hers. My father has a tear in his eye as he gives her away. Foxie wipes the corners of her eyes with a tissue, as she watches her son become a husband. I snicker on the inside taking in how she is dressed. She looks like a normal momma on a wedding day, wearing a grey wrap dress, but she is
still stunning.

  Rebel says his vows, it sounds so strange hearing his Christian name. “I Christopher Black, take you, Sarah Johnson, to be mine. I claim you as my one and only. I promise to always come home to you, putting no other before you, as long as we both shall live.”

  Rumor continues repeating the vows. Striker is staring at me and I can’t escape him, his eyes are holding me hostage. The intensity of his gaze is enough to bring tears to my eyes. I know there is something between us, but I want to know that he loves me for me, not because he feels obligated because I am the mother of his son. I know he feels that same obligation to Diamond and it kills me. Thinking of him possibly having a family with her instead of me terrifies me that because of my selfishness I have lost him for good. But I can’t look the other way to what he has done either.

  I continue to go through the motions, being the perfect bridesmaid. No one the wiser to the war that’s waging inside of me. All of these thoughts of him, what I want, what I need, I crave him, his touch—they all consume me. I smile and walk at the appropriate times. I pose for all the pictures, even the ones where he is near, I plaster on my smile. Today is Rumor’s day. It is not about me.

  **

  The reception is in full swing at the Roadhouse. Rebel and Rumor have just cut their three-tier black skull cake adorned with red roses. I am standing off to the side taking it all in. My sister looks so happy. I watch as Rebel smashes cake in her face and licks it from her nose. “Get a room,” I hear my dad shout humorously.

  Striker has somehow appeared next to me; he grabs my hand and kisses it tenderly. “Come on.” He tries to take me to the dance floor. I stop him and shake my head no. I see my father watching us curiously. I don’t want to cause a scene.

  ‘Howie Day’s’ song ‘Collide,’ begins to play. “It’s just one dance. I’m not asking.” Striker pulls me onto the floor and wraps his arms around me tight. I feel like I cannot breathe. It’s too much. It’s too hard being this close to him, smelling his cologne, feeling his arousal through his trousers. I bite my lip, pulling away trying to put some distance between us, but he only holds me tighter—harder.

  “Just dance with me,” he whispers into my neck. His touch is hard to resist. His scent calls to me begging me to yield to him, but I can’t. I will not allow him to hurt me again. His lips brush over my ear, sending tingles all through me. My body is a traitor. I lean into him letting him whisper all the things I have longed to hear leave his lips.

  “Baby, don’t fight me. Give me a chance. I fucking love you, no one else. I have never cared for another the way that I do you. Just fucking love me back.” He pulls back staring deep inside of me, and I know I want him— I am just scared.

  “I’m scared.” I admit in a hushed breath as a tear leaks from my eye.

  “I won’t hurt you.” The music has stopped and changes to something more upbeat. “Can we go somewhere and talk?’ He asks hopeful.

  “I have to get back to Colt.”

  “Bring him with you.”

  “It’s not a good idea.”

  “Fuck, Baby just go over there to Sunshine and get our son. All of this shit ends tonight. You belong with me, you and Colt are mine, and I am done giving you your space. You’ve got five minutes, be ready to come home with me.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Can’t or won’t?” he asks in a defeated tone, he won’t even look at me. I leave him wounded in the middle of the room. I’m just not ready. I can’t just step straight into a relationship with him. I have changed hell we both have. I know he isn’t with Diamond, but I can’t spend the next twenty years having to look at his child with her. I rush out the back of the Roadhouse and crash straight into Romeo.

  Romeo takes me in his arms. "I've had you on my mind since the night you gave yourself to me. You are all I think about. I know it's wrong to want you, to want to possess you, to lick you from motherfuckin' head to toe. I want to devour every fucking inch of you, to consume you, to where you no longer feel whole."

  My breathe catches in my chest, choking me. What did he just say? He doesn’t give me time to respond as his lips crash into mine.

  That kiss was not just any kiss it was a kiss that says I fucking own you and I will devour you.

  “Just give me tonight Baby.” He grabs my hand and leads me upstairs to his room. I know this a bad idea. But right now I want to escape my life. Everywhere I turn, I am reminded of Striker and how much we have hurt each other. I shove Striker and his whore to the back of my mind and concentrate on the man standing before me. Suddenly I feel like that young girl again, intrigued by the older man, intrigued by the way he looks at me, the way he sees inside the darkest pieces of my heart.

  “I just want you for tonight. Nothing more.” He claims my mouth, holding the sides of my face with his large rough weathered hands. I allow myself to get lost in this moment as I did years ago. He walks me backwards until the backs of my legs hit his bed.

  “Just for tonight,” I whisper against his bearded mouth. His mustache tickles my nose, but I’m not laughing. He pushes my dress straps down over my shoulders. I unhook them from my arms and he finishes undressing me.

  “So beautiful.” He runs his fingers down my bare sides, kissing me sweetly down my neck and across my chest. His facial hair rubbing against me, scraping over my pebbled nipples.

  I run my fingers up the inside of the back of his shirt, feeling the contours of his muscular frame. He undoes a few buttons of the white dress shirt and pulls it over his head revealing the sexy older man beneath. Romeo may be a silver devil but he takes care of his body. I plant a kiss on the spider web tattoo covering the side of his neck, taking in his musky woodsy scent.

  “I don’t love you,” I admit, demanding him to know.

  “Darling this was never about love. Always been about the carnal attraction that draws us near.” He shoves me down on the bed and removes his slacks. “You have no idea of things that go through my mind when I dream of you, of this moment, having you writhing beneath me.”

  “Show me,” I order him and he does not hold back. He kisses me in places I didn’t know could be reached both emotionally and physically. My body trembles and quakes as our bodies slap together. He takes me in every position imaginable— on the bed missionary, on the floor from behind, against the wall my legs around his waist and back on the bed again me on top.

  “Fuck me,” he commands as I grind on him. My breasts are smashed against his chest; his sweat is painted on me.

  His firm hands are holding me in place as he sits up joining us at the hilt. A moan of ecstasy leaves my lips as I begin to shatter and shake, losing myself completely in his arms.

  The door crashes open and all hell breaks loose…

  Romeo

  I am headed through the back of the Roadhouse to Rebel and Rumor’s wedding reception. Smoky wanted to come as my date but I’m not leading her on any more than I already have. Baby comes rushing through the kitchen nearly taking me out. She has tears in her eyes. I watched her through the whole ceremony looking like she has the weight of the whole world resting on her shoulders.

  I can’t stand seeing her looking so broken. I decide what the fuck, my time to see her smile is dwindling down. If she runs away screaming at least I go away knowing I have told her how I feel about her.

  I wrap her in my arms and let the truth set me free. "I've had you on my mind since the night you gave yourself to me. You are all I think about. I know it's wrong to want you, to want to possess you, to lick you from motherfuckin' head to toe. I want to devour every fucking inch of you, to consume you, to where you no longer feel whole." I smash my lips into hers and she doesn’t stop me, I kiss her with everything I got. I give her the kiss of a man about ready to lose it all.

  “Just give me tonight Baby.” I’m not asking I am telling her. I take her by the hand and lead her upstairs to do the things I have only dreamt of doing to her body.

  Baby gives herself to me just as she did y
ears ago, all of her the good, the bad, the ugly, the true. She’s beautiful. I love the way her body curves, the way she looks at me as if I am her savior, even if it is only for tonight. Having her in my arms is the last thing I want before I kiss my life on the outside goodbye. I want Baby to experience what a real man can give her.

  I sweep my fingers over her tears and tell her, “I just want you for tonight.” Though in reality I’d take her forever.

  “I don’t love you,” she says. I know she doesn’t.

  “Darling this was never about love. Always been about the carnal attraction that draws us near.” I lie and shove her down on the bed. “You have no idea of things that go through my mind when I dream of you, of this moment, having you writhing beneath me.”

  “Show me.” I don’t fuck Baby, I make love to her in every position, I can possibly think of. I know she is the last woman I will sleep with. I wouldn’t have it any other way. On the inside, my heart is screaming for me to tell her that I lied and I love her, that I want to make her mine. But my head knows I can’t do that to her.

  Baby is on top of me riding me looking like the image of perfection. I swear when she comes for me that I can hear the heavens sing. The door to my room crashes open...

  21

  Striker

  Baby just left me standing in the middle of the dance floor completely crushed. I don’t know what more to do to get her to see that I love her and I don’t want that skanky bitch Diamond. Baby is being unreasonable and I am tired of chasing her. This game of cat and mouse is old and dead. I walk over to the bar and grab a jar of shine. I watch my brother dancing with his wife in bliss.

  Diamond takes a seat next to me.

  “Not in the mood tonight.” I turn my back to her.

  Rumor comes over to me. “Hey, where did my sister get off to?”

  Diamond speaks up, “seen her going upstairs with Romeo.”

  Why in the fuck would she be upstairs with his old ass? I kick my stool back against the bar and rush up the stairs.