Breaking The Biker (The Biker Series) - An MC Gold Vipers Motorcycle Club Biker Romance Novel

by Cassie Alexandra

  Feeling my pelvic muscles contract, he gasped and then stiffened up, joining me in my climax. When we were both spent, he pulled my face down to his and kissed me with so much passion, it took my breath away.

  “That was amazing,” he said against my mouth. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”

  “It was amazing,” I said, pulling away slowly. I smiled down at him and got up.

  He ran his hand through his hair. “Damn, I hope Billy didn’t hear any of that.”

  “The television is pretty loud. I doubt it.”

  He got up and walked into the bathroom.

  I grabbed my dress. “So, that’s why you brought me here? For sex?”

  “Actually, no,” he said, walking back out. He started getting dressed, too. “I wanted to talk to you about your brother.”

  “What about him,” I asked.

  “You spoke to him earlier today, right?”

  “As a matter of fact, I did. How did you know?”

  “I guess he didn’t tell you what he did?”

  “What did he do?” I asked, worried.

  He told me about Cole showing up at their clubhouse.

  “I knew he was going to leave the other club, but I knew nothing about the fight. Is he okay?” I asked.

  “Yes. He’s under my protection right now. So are you.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked, frowning.

  “Cole thinks that your and Billy’s lives are at risk.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding? The Devil’s Rangers are now after us?”

  “Apparently.”

  I put my hand to my forehead and closed my eyes. I just couldn’t catch a break. “This is ridiculous. I didn’t do anything to them.”

  “Just your association with your brother has put you in danger. But, don’t worry, princess. I won’t let them hurt you or your son.”

  I opened my eyes and began to pace. “Seriously, I don’t have time for this. I need to get Billy back to school and see what I’m going to do about running Sal’s, if he still wants me to.” I bit the side of my lip. “You know, maybe I can stay at the bar for a while. There’s a vacant apartment upstairs.”

  “Hold up, now. You’re not going to be staying anywhere but with me.”

  I turned around and looked at him. “What?”

  “I can’t protect you unless you’re close, so… you’re going to stay at the clubhouse until we get this shit settled.”

  The clubhouse?!

  No way.

  “I can’t do that!” I said shrilly.

  He grabbed my shoulders. “First of all, settle the fuck down. You’re only going to scare your son in the next room, okay?”

  I took a deep breath and released it slowly. “Okay. I’ll calm down but, seriously, I can’t stay there. I won’t stay there.”

  “You have to, Raina. They’re after you and Cole. Besides, do you really want to risk Billy’s life?”

  “No,” I said, my eyes filling with tears. I’d just gotten my son back and the thought of him being in danger, yet again, made me want to go on a killing spree. I’d take out every fucking Devil’s Ranger that threatened his life if I had to.

  “So, then think this through. Sensibly. You’re staying at the clubhouse until we know your life is no longer in danger. You feel me?”

  I rubbed my forehead. “There’s no other way?”

  “No.”

  Something told me that he was pleased there was no better choice. Now he could keep me within reach. “What about Cole?”

  He shrugged. “He’ll stay with us, too. If he wants.”

  I felt nauseated by the idea of living in a biker clubhouse. I’d heard the stories of what went on in those places. “Can’t we just go to the cops and see if there’s something that they can do?”

  “They won’t do anything unless you’ve already been attacked.”

  I knew he was right. They weren’t even able to help us track down Billy’s killers. “Okay,” I replied, not having any other choice. “I guess we have to.”

  He relaxed. “It’s a wise choice. I’m glad you’re being cautious about this. You already know what these guys are capable of.”

  “Yeah. Unfortunately, I do.”

  When I’d spoke to Cole earlier, he’d told me how he’d discovered that Ronnie had lied about Slammer being responsible for the drive-by. He’d been disgusted by the idea and told me he was walking away from the Devil’s Rangers. I guess Sal had been right, you can’t just walk away from a club like that.

  Justin grabbed my hand and brought it to his lips. “You have my word that I will do everything in my power, to keep you and your son safe.”

  Staring up into his eyes, I could tell he meant every word. I only hoped he was able to pull it off.

  Chapter 39

  When we walked back to the other room, Joanna and Billy were gone and there was a woman changing the sheets.

  “Oh. Hello there.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. “This is probably for you,” she said, handing me a note. It said that Billy and Joanna were waiting for us, down in the lobby.

  I looked at the clock; it was just after twelve, which I realized was the hotel’s check-out time.

  “Oops,” said Justin, smirking. “Looks like we’re breaking rules together already.”

  “You’re a bad influence,” I joked.

  “I guess so. But you seemed to enjoy being bad a little while ago.”

  I grinned. “I plead the fifth.”

  “Did they leave anything behind?” he asked, scanning the room.

  “I’m not sure.”

  “Take a look around, just in case.”

  I stepped into the bathroom, where I’d left my purse. Not finding it, I imagined that Joanna had taken it with her, along with my cell phone.

  “I don’t see anything,” called Justin.

  I walked out of the bathroom. “Me neither. I think we’re good to go. Thank you,” I told the cleaning lady.

  She smiled. “You’re welcome.”

  We went down to the lobby and looked around. There was no sign of them.

  “Maybe they went in there,” Justin said, pointing toward the swimming pool area.

  “Billy loves swimming pools,” I said, turning in that direction. We spent the next several minutes searching the atrium and then the entire ground floor of the hotel. When we still couldn’t find either of them, I began to panic.

  “Stay calm. It’s a big hotel. We might have just missed them. Do you have your phone?” Justin asked.

  “No. I would have called her by now,” I said a little too sharply.

  He frowned.

  I let out a sigh. “Sorry. I’m just worried.”

  “It’s going to be fine. I’m going to go and check the parking lot. You go and talk with Guest Services. See if they remember the two of them checking out.”

  “Okay.”

  We split up and I went over to the front desk, where we’d checked in. When I asked the attendant about Joanna and Billy, the woman smiled.

  “Yes, they checked out just a little while ago.”

  “Did you see them leave the hotel?”

  “No, we were busy with other patrons and I didn’t notice,” she said and apologized. “Do you have the woman’s phone number?”

  “It’s in my cell phone, but I couldn’t tell you what it was,” I said, frustrated. I turned toward the front and saw Justin heading back inside. From the look on his face, the news wasn’t good. “You didn’t find them, did you?”

  “No,” he said, running a hand over his face, “and the car is gone.”

  “What?” I walked around him and went outside. Now I wasn’t just worried, I was angry.

  Where in the hell had she taken my son?

  My eyes scanned the parking lot. The car definitely wasn’t in its spot.

  “Did you need some help, ma’am?” asked a young valet, coming up behind me.

  I turned to him. “I’m looki
ng for a woman and a young boy who left here within the last half hour. Have you seen them?”

  “Does he have a stuffed dog?”

  “Yes,” I said, relaxing a little. “You saw them?”

  “They got into a silver car and left, about ten minutes ago.”

  “Were they alone?” asked Justin, now joining us.

  “Actually, there was a man with them. Tall and thin, with glasses. The little boy was holding his hand and looked excited to see him.”

  “Oh, my God,” I said, feeling faint. I turned to Justin. “It has to be Phillip.”

  Chapter 40

  Raina looked very pale and like she was about to pass out. “Come on,” I said, grabbing her hand. I pulled her toward my motorcycle. “Do you have any idea where they might have gone?”

  “No,” she replied. “Oh, my God, he has my son again. What are we going to do?”

  “Call the police,” I said. My guys weren’t around and I knew we needed to take action right away. I pulled my phone out and dialed nine-one-one. When they picked up, I explained the situation.

  “What’s the license plate number?” I asked Raina.

  She gave it to me and I repeated it to the operator.

  “We’ll send out an A.P.B. right away,” promised the woman.

  “Thanks.”

  After I hung up, I placed another call.

  “Raptor, I need your help.” I explained what was happening and asked if he could contact the Judge.

  “I’ll try, but I think he’s out of town on business.”

  “Just see if you can have him call me, brother,” I said, placing my hand on Raina’s shoulder. “Something tells me we’re going to need his help. Especially if the police can’t find them.”

  “I’ll give him a call,” he promised.

  I hung up and pulled Raina into my arms. “We’ll find them, darlin’. I swear to God, we will.”

  Chapter 41

  Judge

  Anchorage, Alaska

  I’d just started packing up the stuff in my shed, when I received a call from Raptor.

  “What’s up?” I asked, putting down the packing-tape.

  “We need your help,” he said.

  I groaned inwardly. “You know I’ve got my own shit to deal with right now.” Like getting my life in order so that I could get my ass back to Jessica. It had only been a couple of days since I’d last seen her, and I was already missing her like crazy.

  Raptor sighed. “I know. I know. I wouldn’t ask you to help if it didn’t involve a missing child.”

  I stiffened up. “It’s not Sammy, is it?”

  “No.”

  Raptor spent the next several minutes filling me in on the details.

  “Whoa… wait a second. You mentioned a woman named Raina. Is she the person who killed Slammer?” I asked, recalling the last conversation I had with the guy.

  “Yes.”

  I closed my eyes. “Fuck. He told me about her. Goddamn it.”

  “Slammer did? What did he say?”

  “That she was looking for him. That she blamed him for killing her son. Now you’re saying her son is alive?”

  He told me about her brother-in-law and then went over the story of how, using some kind of drug, were able to make the boy appear dead.

  “Sounds like a Lifetime movie,” I said, still pissed off at myself. Had I intervened, somehow, Slammer might still be alive.

  “I can’t believe he didn’t say anything to the rest of us. When did he talk to you about it?”

  “When that thing with Jessica was going on. He said he could handle it, though. Why in the hell are you guys helping her now?”

  “Tank’s sweet on the woman.”

  “You’re kidding me?”

  “No. He thinks she’s a victim, too. To be honest, I think he’s falling for her.”

  I sighed. Tank was too soft-hearted. It was going to be his undoing. “Frankly, she is a victim,” I said, matter-of-factly. “But I’m a little surprised that he’s able to push aside what happened, especially to that extent.” Falling for his father’s killer didn’t sound rational. Of course, I wasn’t one to judge.

  “I know. Me, too. Anyway, this isn’t about her. It’s about an innocent child and that’s why something needs to be done.”

  “Fine. What do you need from me?”

  “Any information that you can get for us, especially addresses.”

  “Hold on. I need to get into my cabin so I can write this down,” I said, walking out of the shed.

  “You have a cabin?” he asked.

  I hadn’t told him much about my personal life, more for his safety than anything.

  “Yeah.”

  “Must be rough.”

  I actually owned two cabins, side-by-side. The one I was staying at was listed under the ownership of an Annabelle Gertrude Hunter. The one next door was supposed to have been given to Sammy, someday. Unfortunately, now, it was nothing but a crime-scene and the police were still trying to contact the property owner. This person wasn’t an easy cat to locate.

  “It has its moments,” I said, stepping into the kitchen. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. “So, what do you have for me?”

  “Names. First off – Phillip Davis. He’s the man we think has the child. His wife is Joanna Davis. They live in Davenport, I believe she said. He’s a surgeon at St. Luke’s and she’s an attorney.”

  “Didn’t you say that Joanna was helping Raina?”

  “Yes. I’m pretty sure she’s being held against her will. Although, who knows. She might be part of it.”

  “Okay. What about that doctor you were telling me about. The scientist?”

  “Jacob Slether. He’s being held by the police right now. They’re trying to charge him with kidnapping and murder.”

  “Will it stick?”

  “There’s a pretty solid case against him.”

  I wrote the name down anyway. “Okay. I’ll make some phone calls and see if I can come up with any other addresses or intel on the Davis couple that might help us.”

  “Appreciate it,” said Raptor. “Meanwhile, I’ll keep you informed, too.”

  “Sounds good.”

  We hung up and I made a few phone calls to some friends with connections. After I was finished, I went into my bedroom and called Jessica.

  “When are you coming back?” she asked breathlessly.

  I lay down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling fan. “I’ve got some more things to take care of, here in Alaska. Then I need to go to Vegas.”

  “Vegas?”

  “Yeah. For a new ID.”

  “That’s right.” She sighed. “I miss you.”

  “I miss you, too,” I said, closing my eyes. I pictured her face, her lips, and her soft curves. Iowa seemed like it was on the other side of the world.

  “Can I come to Vegas with you?”

  I sat up. Admittedly, the thought of her joining me in Vegas was intriguing. “Do you have time? What about your job in Minnesota?”

  “Actually, I’m not starting until the end of September now.”

  I smiled. “How’d you pull that off?” I asked. The last I’d heard, she was only a couple of weeks away from her residency.

  “I told them about my stepfather’s death and they gave me more time. So, what do you say? Vegas. You and me?”

  “Okay.”

  “Okay?” she repeated, a smile in her voice.

  “Yeah.”

  “Oh, my God,” she squealed. “When?”

  “Next Friday?”

  “I can’t believe it,” she said. “I thought I wouldn’t be seeing you until next month and now we’re going to Vegas together.”

  “Obviously you’ve got to keep this quiet.”

  “Of course. I can tell my mother though, can’t I?”

  As much as I didn’t want her to, I knew that Frannie would panic if she didn’t know where her daughter was or with whom. “Yes, but make sure she keeps this information to herself.”


  “What about Tank?”

  I frowned. “Yeah, he should probably know, too. And Raptor. But that’s it. Nobody else.”

  “I understand.”

  I saw a car pull up to the cabin.

  Who the fuck is this now?

  “Darlin’, I’ve gotta go. I’ll call you back later.”

  “Okay,” she said, sounding disappointed.

  “I love you, Jessica,” I said, peering outside. Recognizing the car and the woman getting out of it, I groaned inwardly.

  “I love you, too, Jordan.”

  We finished our goodbyes and I hung up the phone.

  The doorbell rang.

  Grabbing my gun, I shoved it into the waistband of my jeans and went to answer the door.

  “Hello, stranger,” said Caitlyn Ferraro, who, as always, was dressed to kill. Tonight, she had on a pale silk blouse and a short black skirt that showed off her legs. They were nice, but the only legs on my mind were Jessica’s.

  “I’m sorry, have we met?” I asked, giving her my best poker-face.

  She chuckled. “You are so full of shit. Can I come in?”

  “No.”

  Ignoring me, she pushed herself inside of the cabin and looked around. “Well this is rather quaint. I’d have expected something much better.”

  “Is that right?”

  “Yes. I guess in your position, there’s no time for extravagance.”

  “What do you want?” I asked, rubbing the back of my neck. There was no use pretending with her.

  “You stood me up. We were supposed to continue our little chat.”

  “That was weeks ago and I’m sorry, but shit happened and I had to leave town.”

  She turned around and looked at me. “Yeah, I heard that there was a big shoot-out up in this area. Gang related.”

  “That’s what I heard, too.”

  Caitlyn walked over to me and touched my shoulder.

  I flinched.

  She threw her head back and laughed. “Oh, my God. Are you actually afraid of me?”

  You’re a crazy broad, I wanted to say. Hell, yeah I’m afraid of you.

  I snorted. “No. Of course not.”