by Loren, Celia
A Hearts Collective Production
Copyright © 2014 Hearts Collective
All rights reserved. This document may not be reproduced in any way without the expressed written consent of the author. The ideas, characters, and situations presented in this story are strictly fictional, and any unintentional likeness to real people or real situations is completely coincidental.
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Faster Hotter (Take Me...#4) by Colleen Masters
Damaged But Not Broken (New Adult Rockers) by W.H. Vega
Wounded But Not Scarred (New Adult Rockers 2) by W.H. Vega
Falling Harder (New Adult Romance) by W.H. Vega
Broken Strings by Brynn O'Connor
Fuel To The Fire by Brynn O'Connor
CRUSHING BEAUTY
Harbingers of Sorrow MC
A VEGAS TITANS NOVEL
by Celia Loren
CONTENTS
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
ELEVEN
TWELVE
THIRTEEN
FOURTEEN
FIFTEEN
SIXTEEN
SEVENTEEN
EIGHTEEN
NINETEEN
TWENTY
TWENTY-ONE
TWENTY-TWO
TWENTY-THREE
TWENTY-FOUR
TWENTY-FIVE
TWENTY-SIX
TWENTY-SEVEN
TWENTY-EIGHT
TWENTY-NINE
THIRTY
THIRTY-ONE
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
PROLOGUE
Britton was laughing a little louder than was called for; this kid’s joke wasn’t even funny, but that wasn’t the reason for her laugh—she wanted someone else's attention. Britton wanted her boyfriend’s attention. She loved to say that word. She loved knowing that she was his.
In his presence, she was able to feel something she wasn’t able to feel at home: young, naïve, innocent, and loved. They shot flirting glances at each other. These two knew they had something everyone else envied. They may have only been in high school, but these two knew love. They would do anything for each other. He flashed a sly grin in her direction. She loved his dimples, and he knew that.
He couldn’t stay away from her any longer. Without finishing his sentence, he pushed his drink into the hands of his buddy, shoved the kid with the bad jokes out of the way, and passionately pinned his girlfriend up against the plaster wall. He teased her a bit, playfully biting just out of touch from her lips. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted his hands all over her young and willing body.
He wanted nothing but her. He knew she deliberately wore that red dress to drive him crazy. When he'd originally bought it for her he imagined how amazing it would look over her gentle curves, but his imagination did not do her justice. He needed to take her home now: to their home, their secret place. It was a place they had escaped to whenever their lives became too much to handle, and it was there that the world seemed to stop spinning. It was the place they met eleven years ago; it was the place they fell in love, and it was the place they gave themselves to each other. He wanted to take her back there tonight; he wanted to show her what he had done.
He may have had too much to drink, but neither of them had put much thought into that as they snuck away toward their getaway car. Their hormones were raging. To be that young, that invincible, that willing: it was all they needed. A clap of thunder pounded amongst the trees around them as they quickly raced inside the Camaro.
Rain tumbled from the sky as he started the car. She looked at him. He looked so good, so right in that seat, behind that wheel. But then again, he looked good anywhere. Her friends couldn’t believe that she managed to snag Jagger Stromm, the hottest guy in school, but to her, he was so much more. He revved the engine, excited for what the night had in store, and took off.
Jagger raced around the curves of the road, showing off his driving skills. He wanted to impress her. He wanted to give her everything she deserved in this world and more. He had to constantly remind himself that this was the reason he had taken the oath with the motorcycle gang. They had the means to provide him with the money he would need to give her the life he wanted for them both. He would do anything for her.
He shook his head, erasing those thoughts from his mind. Tonight was about her. Tonight was about loving her. He reached over, grabbed the back of her head, and pulled her into his kiss. He knew this road. Why would he keep his eyes forward when this beauty was sitting next to him? His kissed warmed her, and she wanted more.
Britton took hold of his broad shoulders and swung her small body on top of his. He was excited by her aggression, and his all-too-obvious sign of approval caused her to quickly catch her breath. He was the only man she'd ever been with, and even after two years, he still had this effect on her. She grabbed the pulsing vein of his neck between her teeth and lightly bit down. He groaned, urging her to bite harder.
The passion in that moment was excruciating, not being inside her physically hurt him. She trickled her hands down his shirt, feeling his muscles pulsating underneath. She loved having this power over him. Her talented hands undid the top of his snug jeans, and she reached inside, claiming his glory. He gave a small yelp, knowing he wouldn’t be able to bear this much longer. He needed her. He needed all of her. His eyes widened as she pushed her head lower. She knew what he wanted.
Her tongue grazed his stomach, tickling his navel, and she nipped the skin around his lower abdominals. His breath deepened as he ran his hand through her long chocolate hair, sending chills up her spine. She wanted to please him. It was time to do that. She felt the car turn around a sharp corner as she breathed heat on his cock, and his hand suddenly grasped tightly around her hair as the sound of screeching tires ushered screams of terror.
Everything went dark.
CHAPTER ONE
Britton wildly awoke from her dream as her boss slammed a cup of coffee down on her desk.
“Long night, Special Agent Ramirez?” He laughed.
“I couldn’t sleep. I was studying my notes.”
“You have those notes memorized. What else do you need to study?”
“Something? I don’t know. I’m missing something big. I just…” Her thought was interrupted by a yawn.
“Okay, that’s enough of that. You’re coming out tonight. You’ve been here for three years and no one even knows your name.”
“That’s not true.”
“Well, I may be exaggerating a little bit, but sometimes you got to put work down and have a bit of fun. Come on, we’re all heading to the Village Pub. You look like you could use a drink.”
“I look like I could use a nap.”
“Yes, but a drink will help you get there faster.”
“Thanks David, but—”
“Nope, you’re not blowing me off again. I'm ordering you to come out. I’m tired of hanging out with all these guys. We need a hot chick in our group.”
“Hot chick?”
“I can say that. It’s not sexist. You are a hot chick, and Lloyd over there is a cool dude. It’s just my vernacular. Don’t you dare try to file a report because of this friendly, non-sexual conversation.” He grinned.
Britton smiled at
him; she knew David's intentions were pure. He did often make her laugh...and maybe she needed a night out, away from the undercover world.
“Okay, fine, I’ll come. Just give me a minute.”
“Wahoo!” he bellowed loudly. “Guys, it worked! She’s coming!”
Britton chuckled as she tidied up her desk. She looked down at the case file she had fallen asleep on top of. The dark brown eyes in the picture stared back at her, calling her soul to his. It was Jagger. It had been ten years since she'd seen him last, and yet this picture still made her insides boil. She inhaled deeply, closed her eyes, and quietly hummed her exhale.
“Okay, Mr. Stromm, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She packed up her notes and neatly placed them inside her black leather bag. Her hands slapped against her tight thighs as she rose from her swivel chair to go have a night out with the guys.
“To Britton!” They all dedicated the first clink of glasses to her.
Working at the Bureau wasn’t an easy job, but these guys knew how to take the edge off. They spent their entire days fighting crime and saving lives; they deserved this drink. She recognized that, and yet couldn’t wait to get out of that bar. She enjoyed her coworkers. They were hardworking, amusing people, and she was fairly certain that they were extra nice to her because of her feminine novelty.
There was only one other woman in her office, and she was more of a “guy” than the rest of them. Britton was different. She chose a career in criminal justice because of him and what he did all those years ago. She wanted nothing more than to find Jagger. Her thoughts kept spiraling hopelessly back to her case.
“Hey proby, you okay?” David noticed her wandering eyes.
“Yes, I’m fine...I’m just tired.” Then, realizing that he was teasing her, she fired back. “And hey, I’m not a proby anymore, thank you.”
“Until the next new guy shows up, you’re the resident proby. And we love you for it.”
She smiled at him. David knew how to get her out of her head. He was her superior, the one who brought her into this branch of the FBI, the one who dropped this case on her desk a year and a half ago. She’d been looking at his picture for eighteen months, but still had yet to see him in person again. She wondered if he had changed. She wondered if his shoulders were still broad and his right dimple deeper than his left. She thought about him constantly, though she was certain he had completely forgot about her the day he walked away ten years earlier.
Sometimes Britton had to remind herself that she was only twenty-six years old. She felt that she had lived an entire lifetime in the past quarter century. Her body ached from the life she'd already lived, the life she thought she was running away from.
“I hear you had Masterson at Quantico?” that name brought her back into the conversation.
“Yeah, she was actually the agent that suggested I look into the Bureau in the first place. She gave me my recommendation.”
“I’m pretty sure she never said one direct word to me. She just stared at me in class. Like I was stupid.”
“Well you are stupid.” Another agent sloppily chimed in.
“Get back to your beer. It’s getting warm.” David retaliated.
Britton couldn’t understand what was pulling her away, but she wanted time to herself. These guys were fun, simple enough, and after everything she was dealing with simple should’ve been exactly what she needed, but she couldn’t allow herself to relax. She chugged the remainder of her beer and slammed it down on the bar. The guys cheered, and she allowed her genuine smile to appear across her face.
“I’m actually falling asleep. You guys are boring me.” She joked. “Time to hit the hay; see you tomorrow.”
They all said their goodbyes and thanked her for finally joining them for once. She promised that it wouldn’t be the last time, but it was a promise she wasn’t sure if she could keep. She enjoyed her alone time. She enjoyed having her thoughts to herself. These guys didn’t know her. They didn’t know the person she was before the FBI, and she wanted to keep it that way.
Britton made her way to her car, climbed in, and turned the key. The engine roared to life. It brought her back to her dream. So many things in her life reminded her of him. Him. Stupid him. She wanted to see him. She wanted to slap him across the face. He was the only one in the whole world who'd cared, who'd loved her...or so she thought. She wanted to just keep punching until the hurt and abandonment she felt was gone. Her eyes filled, and she lashed out, slamming her fists into the steering wheel.
“Woah, Nellie!” She heard David’s voice outside her window.
She rolled the glass down reluctantly, incredibly embarrassed that someone had witnessed her tantrum.
“Sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”
“You don’t need to apologize to me. I’ve punched my share of steering wheels. I just wanted to make sure you were okay to drive.”
“Yeah, I only had one drink.”
“And nothing to eat all day.”
“Yes I…” Britton thought through her day. She hadn’t eaten. She hadn’t eaten anything more than a granola bar in over a week. She had noticeably lost weight: at least ten pounds.
“You forget, I see all. Please eat something. You're already too skinny, and we don’t have the budget to buy you a new wardrobe once those pants fall clear off of you.” He paused, going over his last words. “Don’t file a report about that comment either.”
She couldn’t help but laugh again. Maybe she needed to spend more time with David. Maybe it would bring her out of her funk.
“I’ll eat something as soon as I get home.”
“I don’t believe you.” He said half-joking.
“I will. Now move, or I’ll run you over.”
He smiled at her. She knew from that smile that he cared about her. He wanted to protect her. Right now, she needed that.
She pulled into her driveway and turned off the car. Her body froze. Every moment felt like she was going to crack. Her bones felt brittle. She needed to get her mind off of this case, but how?
She needed to go for a run. That always settled her mind, and she needed the rush of endorphins after her dream had been haunting her all day. She went inside and changed into her running gear.
Her shoes hit the pavement, and with each pound, flashes from the accident flooded her thoughts.
She remembered Jagger. She remembered the quick right turn, and she remembered the blackness. She woke up to the sound of sirens. She couldn’t see clearly; her eyes were blurry. There was rain on her face. Why was she on the pavement? She called for him, unable to move. She screamed his name over and over, but he never came for her. An officer appeared in her line of sight.
“Miss, can you move?”
“What?”
“Can you move your legs?”
“Umm, yes.”
“Are you able to stand?”
“I don’t know. Where is he?”
“Who?”
“My boyfriend. Is he okay?”
“There’s no one here. Just you. Were you driving this car?”
“No.”
“Were you wearing a seatbelt?”
She thought about this for a while. Of course she was; she always wore a seatbelt. Wait, no, she was straddling Jagger. She was on top of him when everything went dark. She can’t control her tears. The one stable thing in her life had disappeared.
“No. I wasn’t wearing a seatbelt...but he...he left me?”
“I’m sorry, Miss. There was no one else at the scene when we arrived. The ambulance is on the way.”
Tears began streaming down her face as she recalled that night. The combination of Las Vegas heat and lack of food was causing her to become faint. She had to get back to her house. She spun around, but in the dark night, had lost her way. This was the path she ran every day. How could she be lost? Her vision was swimming, her mind was getting fuzzier and her legs suddenly felt so weak. Reaching the point of extreme exhaustion, she allowed h
er body to collapse on a small patch of grass.
This wasn’t healthy. She knew that. She knew she was allowing this case to get the best of her. She knew this man still had power over her that she couldn’t explain. She hadn’t seen him in ten years and yet her world was spiraling out of control because of him. She closed her eyes for a few moments. Just for a few moments. She needed to calm herself down.
CHAPTER TWO
Britton opened her eyes to the rising sun. She was safely in her bed, tucked under the blankets. She hadn’t remembered finding her way home last night, but she did. She breathed a sigh of relief knowing that even while her body was failing her, she had the sense and energy to make it home. She slowly moved out of her bedroom and made her way to the kitchen. The food in her cabinets disgusted her. Still, she knew she had to force herself to eat. She grabbed a piece of bread, tore off the crust, rolled it into a ball, and shoved it into her mouth. There, she ate something. She sat down on the couch and reached for her bag. She pulled out the file she had looked at every day since it was given to her. His face. She couldn’t run away from it. That picture was with her wherever she went.
