by Lexy Timms
“It’s a death wish if we stay out here in the open.” Mud kept his arms on his bike’s handlebars and looked around. “What are you trying to prove?”
“Nothing. Are most of the brothers up at the ranch?”
Mud nodded. “They can see all the way around. No one is going to sneak up on us."
"Listen Mud, they aren't out to prove nothing, they just want all the Legends gone. Gone like dead. It's just that simple."
Mud shook his head. "Shit, it was hard enough for us to keep that girl safe in the hospital.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Jace froze.
“We’ve been watching Classic since she got hurt. When you told me what happened, I had guys watching her. Chirons have been there waiting. They want to hurt you, Jace, and they know they can do it through Classic." Mud sighed. "I wanted to try to negotiate a truce, but I think it’s way beyond that now. They want us out of here, plain and simple, and when I say out, I mean dead. They have a business out here, and we’re in the way. They’re into the heavy duty stuff. It's outa our league. We've done our best to try to scare them, killed a few of theirs and they killed a few of ours, but it isn't going to work, Jace."
Wrangler growled. “We killed more than a few.”
Mud waved his hand. “They want Jace’s blood now. We’re in over our heads.”
Jace had never seen Mud scared. "Okay, okay. I'll head for Temecula, but you guys have to make sure Classic’s safe. Can you do that?"
Wrangler scoffed. "We can try, but last time I looked I hadn't gotten my babysitting card yet. We aren't some fuckin' bodyguards. You are way out of line, Jace. I think Fork’s death sent you over. I’m not fucking babysittin’ a comatose hoe!” He laughed that hollow laugh that he got when he was angry.
"Cut it out, Wrangler. This is no laughing matter." Jace glared at him.
"Isn't it? You just stand up there in front of all the bros and you declare war and then you disappear to hold some bitch’s hand in a hospital while the rest of us are out here struggling to stay alive! We lost some good guys through this, Jace, and our leader. A real leader." Wrangler shoved his finger into Jace's chest. "In case you have forgotten, you were elected. Hell if I know why!”
“You’re right. Mud should be in charge. He would know what—”
"Mud? The pacifist?" Wrangler cut him off and then glared at Mud. "How would you deal with the situation, Mud? How'd you help the brothers? Who'd you kill?" Wrangler kicked the ground. He was seriously pissed. "Mud doesn't do jack shit! He just sits up there wavin' his hands and telling everyone to be cool and let things simmer. He doesn't slit one fuckin throat, he doesn't come on a raid with us and make sure we bag a few. Nothin'. Hell, Quake and I had to garrote a bastard, a guy named Tubs. Cut him clean in half with our wire trap. It was a fuckin work of art. But Mud? He doesn’t do jack. Not jack shit!"
Mud slowly got off his bike. He turned off the engine. "I think we need to talk, Wrangler. You've been disgruntled for a long time." He motioned to the grass on the side of the road. "Care to…" Before he could finish they heard the roar of a biker's engine.
It screeched right up to a Buick parked not far from them. Another biker flew right behind him. They forced open the driver’s car door and yanked a woman out. She screamed as loud as she could, as one of them forced her on his bike and took off.
Darcy? What the hell?
Jace jumped on his bike and revved the engine so hard that the back tire skidded left and right and almost toppled him. He pushed the bike as hard as it could go.
His bike was fast, but no match for the Chiron Knights’ chopper. Jace could see Darcy beating on the man's back. She dangerously teetered from side to side as the Knight swerved through traffic. Jace couldn't hear her, but he could tell she was screaming. Her mouth was constantly open as she looked behind them.
Jace kept his eyes on them, but they were putting more distance between them by the second. Damn it! Wrangler, and Mud were right behind with Quake driving the old Buick. He wound the old car up to top speed and pulled in behind Jace, leading the rest of the pack down the highway. Jace kept his eyes focused on the bike in front of him. He watched it lean dangerously close to the ground when it took a turn at high speed, almost hitting Darcy’s knee on the asphalt. Jace was losing his ability to track them and before he knew it, within minutes, he could no longer see the bike.
The biker and his victim had vanished.
Jace pulled the bike over to the side of the road. He fell against the handlebars. Wrangler and Mud pulled in behind him, just as Quake brought the Buick in for a quick skid. No one went up to Jace. He was bent over with his forehead resting on the steel cold handlebars.
Quake got out of the Buick. Engine smoke was coming out of the cracks of the hood. Mud motioned to the others to pull their bikes off the road into the bushes on the side of the road. They each managed to hide their bikes from view of passing motorists. Just the Buick was there, smoking, and Jace’s bike, with him half crumpled over it. Mud slapped his hand on Jace's back. "Can't crash now, Legend. We have a war to win."
"They took Darcy. They're going to kill her, Mud!"
“Darcy? That Fork’s ol’ girl?”
Jace had no idea why Darcy had followed him. Maybe she had come to talk or warn him. Whatever it was, she’d gotten herself in the way and they were going to kill her now. “Fork an’ I grew up with Darcy.” He couldn’t continue. More blood on his hands.
Mud shook his head. "Now why would they kill her? She’s a valuable asset? They're in your head right now. That’s exactly where they want to be. They’ll fuck you any way possible.”
Jace looked up. Classic could be next. He clenched his jaw tight. "We’re gonna ride and we’re gonna circle them bastards with a ring of fire like they have never felt in their entire lives!"
"Damn right we are!" Wrangler shouted.
Mud sighed and nodded once. “We work our way up to that fat ass, Bull. Once we have Bull under control, or dead, we’ll have peace again. Guaranteed. We need to get out of here now. We’re sitting ducks."
Jace followed Mud into the grass. "What’re we going to do with the Buick sitting out there?"
"Quake just took care of it.” Wrangler motioned for Jace to move his bike. He looked at his watch as Jace moved. “It's gonna blow any second."
“Wha—?”
As predicted, the entire car blew up, as if on command. The brothers fell back even further into the hills behind the road and watched as the fire department came to put out the flames. They watched as Highway 15 backed up for miles. They stared as Chiron Knights began slowly going around the wreckage and then continued on their way.
They finally got on their bikes and inconspicuously joined the slow flow of traffic heading north on the 15 toward Las Vegas; following close behind the trickling trail of Knights, but not too close to be noticed. Quake got on the back of Mud's bike and the two of them took up the rear.
Mud got on his cell phone. It wouldn't be long before fifty or more Cerberus Legends would be following behind them with the solidarity of one objective:
War.
~ THE END ~
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The One You Can’t Forget
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From Best Selling Author, Lexy Timms, comes a motorcycle club romance that'll make buy a Harley and fall in love all over again.
Emily Rose Dougherty is a good Catholic girl from mythical Walkerville, CT. She had somehow managed to get herself into a heap trouble with the law, all because an ex-boyfriend has decided to make things difficult.
Luke “Spade” Wade owns a Motorcyle repair shop and is the Road Caption for Hades’ Spawn MC. He’s shocked when he reads in the paper that his old high school flame has been arrested. She’s always been the one he couldn’t forget.
Will destiny let them find each other again? Or what happens in the past, best left for the history books?
CHAPTER ONE
In Love for 60 Seconds
The sun streamed in the open driver’s side window as Emily drove Interstate 91 away from her job in New Haven. The wind blew through the car, warm and full of the promise of the first decent spring day after the brutal New England winter. On either side of the four-lane highway, the bare branches of the trees sprouted the light green beginnings of leaves. Emily loved this time of year, and how the trees looked, fresh and newborn. She smiled, glad for the sun and the breeze that flowed over her dress. Soon summer would be here and she would spend what days she could at the beach.
The revving of an engine caused her to glance to her side, where a man riding a pearl orange Harley, a 2009 XL Sportster, a bike built for speed, passed her Honda Civic. She caught her breath. His black hair whipped back, and his white t-shirt fluttered across his broad and muscled chest under his leather jacket. His thick thighs hugged the hog and his black biker’s boots rested with confidence on the foot pegs. In that passing glance, she caught his face, a black goatee framing his jaw and chin, though his eyes were shaded by reflective sunglasses.
He was gorgeous.
At that moment, Emily Rose Dougherty knew she was in love. She loved these men who claimed the road without caution on thrumming beasts that were a heart beat away from danger. Emily loved their wild hearts that lusted to have the open road before them. It was a freedom that Emily only tasted briefly, her arms wrapped around his waist, breathing in the scent of leather and of him, loving how her body melted in his.
Luke.
There was still a sharp pang in her heart, a twitch of her heart strings, when she thought about her high school love. Luke Wade was everything her conservative Catholic parents hated. Motorcycle riding, leather jacketed, wrong-side-of-the-law bad boy. Everything about Luke screamed trouble.
She loved him.
Not for his bad boy ways. No. When Luke was with her he displayed an entirely different side. Loving. Thoughtful. Concerned only for her welfare. He was not the young man that people said he was.
It didn’t matter.
The rev of the motor beside her shook Emily out of her reverie, and the bike roared up the highway, taking the man she was in love with for sixty seconds, away.
Gone.
Just like Luke.
#
Something was wrong.
When Emily got to her third-floor apartment, the door hung cracked open. Hers was a small one bedroom with the kitchenette separated from the living room by a half wall with a counter. She didn’t own much: just a little furniture, a couch with side tables, a coffee table and a small television. There was nothing of value in her apartment, nothing to draw thieves.
What happened? Did Mrs. Diggerty leave the door unlocked again? Her elderly neighbor was kindly, but getting forgetful. She liked to visit with Emily’s cat, Reger, during the day, and Emily, kind hearted that she was, gave the woman a key to her apartment. Emily reasoned it was good that someone else could look after things for her if she got stuck at work, like that couple days during that awful blizzard last winter. However, now she’d have to rethink the key privileges.
“Hello,” said Emily, opening her front door cautiously. “Mrs. Diggerty, is that you?”
Reger let out a keening cry.
“Reger, sweetie, come here, baby.”
The yellow tabby shot towards her, rubbing himself furiously against her legs. Emily picked him up and gave him a kiss between his ears.
“Sure, the cat gets all the love.”
Emily stiffened recognizing the voice. She walked in and shut the front door to find her boyfriend, Evan, his lanky body splayed on the couch. His blonde hair spilled messily on his forehead, and his blue eyes were bloodshot. He was drinking, again, an all-too-frequent occurrence since he lost his job.
“Evan,” she said tightly. “What’re you doing here?”
“Waiting for you. Since you took your sweet time getting home, I got a little curious.” He lifted a brown leather journal, Emily’s journal, and waved it in the air.
“Very interesting reading.”
“How dare you! That’s private!” She stood, unsure if she should grab the journal or had the damage already been done?
“I can see why. Luke this, Luke that.”
Emily’s eyes widened. She always used the same type of journal since she started writing it when she was twelve. She must have filled twelve of them by now. But how did he find her high school journal? There was only one way. “You dug through my closet!”
He shrugged. “I especially like this entry.” Evan thumbed open the book.
He read: Luke and I fell asleep while watching the stars. When we woke up it was two AM. Boy was mom and dad angry. They grounded me until the end of school. I know they hate Luke, but that just isn’t fair.
Emily didn’t think she’d ever been this angry. Her hands balled into fists as they hung at her sides.
“Watching the stars…” Evan smirked. “Is that what you called it?”
“Give me that,” demanded Emily, advancing on Evan. She swiped for the journal, but his longer arms held it out of her grasp.
“So all this good-girl stuff you’ve handed me is a load of crap. You put out for this Luke guy, but you won’t with me.”
“It’s not crap. Nor is it any of your business.”
“I say it is.” Evan grabbed her arm and jerked her down to his lap. “You’ve been telling me ‘no’ for months now. Know what? I’m tired of it.”
Emily tried to squirm out of his arms but he was too strong. “Let me go!”
“Give me a kiss,” he said, holding his face close to hers.
“No! Let me go, or I’ll start screaming.” Emily kept trying to push him away. The smell of stale alcohol puffed from his breath and pores.
He sneered. “Who’s going to hear you?”
“The neighbors.”
“That old bat next door is almost as deaf as a stump. Come on, baby.” Evan pushed his lips to hers, covering her breast with his hand, pinching the nipple through her dress.
Stuck on his lap, held down by his strong arms, Emily didn’t have much leverage. There was only one thing to do. She clamped down on his lip with her teeth.
“Damn!” protested Evan, pulling his head away and rubbing his lip where she bit him.
Emil
y took advantage of his surprise and jumped off his lap. She lifted the lamp on the side table by the couch, turning over the pictures and nicknacks on it as she did so, and held it like she was going to swing it. “Get out!” She was breathing hard, frightened and pumped up to take a swing at him. All she needed was an excuse.
Evan glared at her. “Bitch.”
Unfortunately, that was not enough of an excuse. But calling her that didn’t help his cause.
“I’m not going to say it twice. Get. Out. Now.”
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he stood. “I see how it is. You can slut around with this Luke guy, but your boyfriend is another matter. You’re just a cock teaser.”
“Get out! Now! And don’t bother to come back. We’re through.”
Evan looked at her stunned, and backed away. She shook the lamp in her hands, and he turned and left the apartment, slamming the door so hard the pictures on the wall rattled.
Emily sank to the couch, her hands shaking. Her eyes filled with tears. She had thought Evan was a good guy up until he lost his job. Then he became jealous and possessive. Today was just the last in a string of nasty incidents. However, with him coming into her home without permission, going through her things, and reading her personal diaries, well, it was too much.
A timid knock sounded on the door.
Emily rolled her eyes. He’d better not have returned with one of his insincere apologies.
“Yes,” she called out, glancing at the lamp she’d set down.
“It’s Mrs. Diggerty.”
She opened the door a crack.
Mrs. Diggerty was in her seventies, very thin and wore her hair in a bun on top of her head. She usually wore dresses, but she always wore a full apron. “Is everything, okay, dear,” said Mrs. Diggerty. “I heard shouting.”
“Evan and I broke up.”
“Oh. I’m sorry, sweetie.”
