Undaunted: The Kings of Retribution MC

by Crystal Daniels

  When I got to the shop, dragging my own tired ass behind me this morning, I decided to approach Jake and ask him to let the brothers unwind at the clubhouse tonight. He agreed everyone needed to let loose, so the prospects have first watch along with a couple others who volunteered.

  It’s been a long ass week, and all I wanted was some whiskey in my veins and my cock in some pussy, and that’s exactly what I got when I rode out to my club’s compound, and a party was already in full force.

  Waking the next morning I see the sun is just beginning to come through the window in my room. I roll over to the side of my bed in search of my pants to retrieve my phone. Seeing it’s only six thirty, I’ve got plenty of time for a shower. When I go to get out of bed I feel an arm snake around my waist. Jerking my head over, I look behind me and see Cassie.

  “Come back to bed baby.”

  “What the fuck you still doing here?”

  “I fell asleep,” she purrs.

  “You know the fuckin’ rules, Cassie. Get the fuck out.”

  I get out of bed, heading to the bathroom. “I want you gone by the time I get out.”

  After I’ve showered away the smell of cheap perfume and booze, I walk out of the bathroom and notice Cassie has left. Bitch is starting to get too fuckin’ clingy. It looks like I may need to find some new pussy.

  Sometimes women come here and think being one of our whores is their way into becoming an old lady. They soon realize that it’s not going to happen. Some of them even go as far as trying to get pregnant, lying about birth control and poking holes in condoms. I don’t play that shit. I’m not looking for an old lady, and the last thing I need is a kid.

  After getting dressed and pulling on my cut, I head out into the main room that houses our bar, several pool tables, a few couches, and a small stage that we use for various forms of entertainment.

  I see Austin behind the bar putting on a couple of pots of coffee. As a prospect, he has the displeasure of having to be up early to tend to the brothers and clean up from the party the night before.

  I see a few of my brothers sitting around drinking their coffee before they too head to work. Gabriel is sitting in his usual chair in the corner of the room where he can see everything going on around him.

  I grab a cup of coffee, taking it outside. I need some fresh air. I walk over to one of the picnic tables sitting out front and sit by myself for a bit before heading into work.

  Walking into work, I see Quinn is already here.

  “Morning,” he says.

  “How’s it going, man? Jake here yet?”

  “Yeah, in his office.”

  I make my way to the back where his office is. Seeing his door already open I walk in.

  “Mornin’, Logan.”

  “Hey, Prez. I need you to order a filter intake kit and some shocks for that Dyna that was brought in yesterday.”

  “Sure, I’ll put the order in today.”

  “Thanks, Jake.”

  I turn to leave, but he stops me. “Logan”

  I turn back to face him.

  “I hired someone to come work the front desk. She’ll be here Monday morning.”

  Confused, I ask, “What for? We’ve never had anyone work the front before.”

  “We do now.”

  “Okay, Prez,” I say, shrugging my shoulder. I’m not going to question his intentions on this. I know Jake and if he has hired someone to work here, it’s not without reason.

  Walking back out into the bay area of the garage, I see Quinn under the hood of a Nissan. We are a custom bike shop, but being the only local garage, we also offer basic services such as oil changes and car repairs.

  “Jake tell you about the new hire? I for one think it’s a great idea. I need something besides your ugly fuckin’ mug to look at all day.” Quinn snickers.

  “Shut the fuck up and get to work, asshole.”

  “What’s up your ass this morning? Would it have anything to do with Cassie leaving your room this morning, looking like she wanted to murder someone?”

  “The bitch is starting to get clingy and she needed to be put back in her place.”

  “Yeah, man...a bit of advice. You need to watch that one. She’s got her sights set on you brother, and these women will do some crazy shit to get a brother to claim them. Clubwhores are some fuckin’ shady bitches,” he says before getting back to working on the Nissan.

  After getting off work, I decide I’m not in the mood to go to the clubhouse tonight. I just want some fucking peace and quiet. Some of the brothers like to drink and party in order to unwind. Not me though. I need quiet, so I can think, and get my head on straight. Coming home I realize I have nothing to eat, so before going to the store, I decide to grab a quick shower. When I’m done, I pull on my cut and grab my truck keys.

  In the store, I make my way down each aisle, grabbing all the shit I need. Standing in the checkout, I notice the chick in front of me.

  Standing there with her back to me, I let my eyes roam over her body. She has deep brown wavy hair and can’t be more than five-foot-two. My eyes drift further south until I stop, getting a good look at her ass. Fuck, she’s small but curvy.

  The blonde girl standing beside her notices me openly checking out her friend and elbows her.

  When she turns around, I’m blinded by the most beautiful hazel eyes I’ve ever seen, framed by long dark lashes that lock on mine. Suddenly I feel like I’ve been punched in the stomach. Fuckin’ gorgeous.

  I watch her eyes appraise me, taking in every inch. When her eyes meet mine again, I see a flash of desire, liking what she was looking at.

  I give her a knowing smile, before I drop my eyes to her cleavage, taking in the rest of her.

  Her cheeks turn red, and she quickly turns back around.

  While I’m loading my stuff in the back of my truck, my mind is still on the hazel-eyed beauty. My cock goes half hard just thinking about those perfect fuckin’ lips, and how they would taste. It’s been years since a woman has grabbed hold of my attention like this. Not since that bitch Stephanie. And even she didn’t affect me like this. No, the beauty in the store about knocked me on my ass with one look.

  Being a grown man, I now realize what I had with Stephanie wasn’t true love. What hurt the most about losing her wasn’t about losing love, it was about the betrayal.

  Pushing those thoughts away, I climb in my truck and make my way home.

  That night as I’m lying in bed, I can’t get my mind off the girl from the store. Fuck, what is it about her?

  A two-minute encounter and she is already under my skin. I should be kicking my own ass for not getting her number. Truth be told it’s for the best. I refuse to let another woman in, giving her the power to destroy me. And I have no doubt this woman would slay me.

  Closing my eyes, I imagine her on her knees, her perfect fuckin’ lips wrapped around my cock.

  Reaching into my boxers, I wrap my hand around my hardening length. Using the little bit of precum that’s at the tip, I spread it all over as I begin stroking myself. I imagining her hair wrapped around my fist as those big, lust-filled eyes look up at me while she takes me all the way to the back of her throat.

  It doesn’t take long before I’m growling out my release and jets of cum landing all over my stomach.

  Fuck, I can’t even remember the last time I came so hard.

  After taking a moment to get my breathing under control, I get up and make my way to the bathroom to clean myself up.

  Going back to my bed I sit on the edge, running my hands through my hair, staring out my window, watching the wind stir the lake waters.

  What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve never had a woman affect me like this. All it took was one look, now look at me, fuckin’ jerking off like some goddamn teenager.

  Lying back down in my bed, I look over at the clock and see it’s after midnight already.

  Shit, I’ve got to be at work early tomorrow to finish up that bike. I need to get my h
ead straight. The last thing I need is to be distracted by some woman. Tomorrow I’ll get me some new pussy and forget all about this chick.

  When my eyes become heavy and sleep finally takes me, visions of hazel eyes are the last thing I remember.

  The next morning, I step out on my porch with a coffee, breathing in the cool morning air. The sun is just starting to come up, painting the sky in a mixture of purple and orange, casting its reflection on the lake.

  Buying my house was the best investment I ever made. I saved for years while living at the clubhouse and as soon as I had enough, I jumped at the chance to get a place to myself out here.

  When you live the kind of life I do, you need a quiet place like this to come home to. My home is my sanctuary, and I won’t share it with just anyone. One day I’ll have someone to share all this with. At that thought, visions of a brown-haired angel come to mind. Angel...that’s exactly what she looked like, with her big expressive eyes and full lips.

  Sighing, I push those thoughts from my mind and head inside to get ready for work.

  Pulling up at the garage, I park in my usual spot. Walking through the bay doors I can hear female laughter. I stop in my tracks when I see the dark haired beauty from the store standing beside Quinn.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Bella

  My sister and I stopped by the store on the way home after picking her up from school to grab something for dinner. When we make it the checkout line I notice Mila is working the register.

  “Hey, Bella! Where have you been? I sent you a few texts. I haven’t seen or heard from you since last week. I’ve been worried about you.”

  I’m such a bad friend. I know I should have texted her back, but I didn’t feel like explaining anything to her over the phone.

  “I’m sorry, Mila. I should have at least told you I was okay.”

  Mila is a good friend. She listens without judgment and knows what it’s like to bear so much responsibility. My situation isn’t exactly like hers. She’s a single mom of a beautiful three-year-old girl. She lost the father of her child in a tragic accident before her daughter was born and takes care of her grandma who has Alzheimer’s. She’s a strong woman. We confide and lean on each other for moral support all the time.

  “I’m glad you’re okay. Everyone found out what happened the other day. Travis deserved that black eye he got.”

  Black eye? I’m just about to ask her what the hell she’s talking about when I’m interrupted by my sister.

  Elbowing me, she lightly whispers, “Bella, there’s a fine guy behind us, checking you out.”

  I turn to look behind me, and he has his eyes glued to my ass. The first thing I notice is the cut he’s wearing. The patch reads VICE PRESIDENT. The guy is tall, at least six-foot-two, closely cropped brown hair with just the right amount of stubble on his face. Checking the rest of him out briefly, I see he’s built and toned in all the right places. I study the colorful array of tattoos that cover most of his arms.

  My breath falters for a moment when our eyes meet. One blue eye and one green. I let my eyes travel down to his mouth which happens to be turned up into a cocky grin. Slightly embarrassed, I give him a small smile then turn around to pay for my things.

  “You have my number. Let’s meet for coffee next week,” I say, smiling warmly at Mila.

  She smiles back. “Great, I’d like that!”

  As my sister and I walk out of the store, I can still feel the biker’s eyes on me.

  On the drive home, I can’t stop thinking about the man from the store. I’ve never seen eyes with such intensity.

  “Bella, that guy was hot.”

  “Practical Magic.”

  “What?” Alba says as she reaches for the bag of Doritos in the back seat.

  “You know? My favorite movie...Practical Magic? Where the little girl casts the spell for her perfect man?” I glance towards my sister, waiting for it to click. “In the movie, she wished for him to have one blue eye, one green eye.”

  “Okay,” she says slowly. “I still don’t see what that has to do with anything?”

  “The guy at the grocery store. He had one blue eye and one green eye.”

  My sister gives me a look when it finally dawns on her. Smiling she comments, “It’s fate.”

  The rest of the ride home I can’t stop thinking about the biker. I can’t say I’m a believer in fate, but I can say I’m a dreamer. Maybe both beliefs aren’t so different.

  When we get home, my sister and I spend the rest of the night hanging out and stuffing our faces with junk food while binge watching Golden Girls. I also insisted on watching Practical Magic before finally making myself go to sleep because tomorrow is my first day at my new job.

  I pull into Kings Custom Bikes the following morning that’s run by the local MC. Jake said to be here by 9:00 am if I wanted the job, so I made sure I would be here a little early.

  Most people would call me crazy for taking a job offer from the local MC. Everyone in town is aware of some of the activities that the MC partakes in, me included, but people just turn a blind eye for the most part. Even our local police seem to brush most of the activities they hear about under the rug.

  Sitting in my car, I notice that one of the bay doors is open. I see a guy working on a bike, so I step out of my car and throw my purse over my shoulder. I walk across the parking lot and head in his direction. The guy looks up when he hears my boots crunching in the gravel. I instantly recognize him from last Friday morning and smile.

  He stops what he’s doing and smiles too. “Well, hey there, darlin’. You come by to let me replace that spare tire?” He stands up and starts cleaning off his hands with a rag then shoves it back into his pocket.

  “I’m here to start my first day of work.”

  He cocks his head to the side “Well, damn. You’re the newbie Jake told us about last week. About time we get something pretty to look at around here. Well, no one will be showing up for another forty-five minutes or so. Most days we open at 9:00 am, but this morning we won’t be opening until 10:00 am. Got some club shit that needed taking care of. In the meantime, why don’t you let me look at that beautiful car you have over there? I’d like to see what you have going on under the hood.”

  “I’d like that. Thanks,” I tell him as we make our way back over to my car.

  He lifts the hood. “Doesn’t look too bad. I can see there are some hoses that need replacing and your radiator cap looks half-ass broke.” He walks around trying to get a closer look. “I’d like to start her up, maybe take her for a spin to hear what she sounds like.”

  Quinn is showing me how the motor’s chassis is a bit rusted and starts laughing at the fact that I’m having to climb to look inside to see where he is pointing to.

  “I want to help. That is if you would be willing to teach me?” I ask him while climbing back down off the bumper of the car.

  “Seriously? Never known a woman to get herself dirty under the hood of a car.” He looks at me skeptically.

  “I like being able to do things for myself. I can handle it.” I sass him, putting my hands on my hips and cocking my head.

  Wearing a big ass smile, Quinn chuckles. “You won’t be getting any complaints out of me. Shit yeah. You want to get your hands dirty? That’s fine by me.” He shakes his head, laughing, “Can’t believe I just agreed to get dirty with a pretty ass thing like you and it doesn’t even involve getting my dick wet.”

  I laugh along with him. I’m going to like Quinn. He’s easy to be around and makes me laugh.

  About that time, Quinn looks over my shoulder and I turn around to see what has caught his attention.

  I watch as a bike pulls into the parking lot. The man parks, gets off and walks in our direction. As he gets closer he pulls off his shades. My eyes connect with the guy from the grocery store. The one that I couldn’t stop thinking about last night.

  My pulse is racing, and it feels as if my heart is about to come out of my chest. My sister�
�s mention of fate comes to mind. Quinn walks up, greeting him.

  “Hey, brother. Come on over here and meet this pretty thing who happens to be the new hire Jake told us about.”

  “Logan, this is Bella.”

  “Bella, this is Logan. He manages the garage.”

  “Nice to meet you, Logan.”

  Logan, who still hasn’t taken his eyes off me, reaches out his hand, and I offer mine. A jolt of energy surges through every fiber of my skin like static electricity as soon as we touch.

  Quinn clears his throat. Only then does Logan release my hand. The loss of his touch has my body instantly craving more.

  What is wrong with me? I don’t even know this guy.

  “Bella, how about I give you the grand tour while Logan here figures out how to use his words.”

  I look from him then back to Logan.

  He goes to place his hand on my lower back to lead me in through the bay door when Logan barks out. “I’ve got this, brother. Why don’t you go open the rest of the bays? The other guys will be here in fifteen.”

  “You got it.” Quinn offers, then walks off.

  I’m left standing alone with Logan.

  “Alright, Angel. Why don’t we look around and get you situated before the guys show up?” I feel a small flutter in my stomach at his endearment.

  He places his hand on the small of my back and leads me through the garage into the main part of the building. Stepping inside, I take in my surroundings. Nothing unusual about the place. It looks like your typical mechanic shop. Posters of custom bikes of assorted styles are hanging on the deep red walls, and the shelves are all silver diamond-cut metal.

  “Over there,” he points to the counter by the window, “is where you’ll work most of the day. Whenever a customer comes in, you’ll greet them, finding out what they need. Unless they’re here to settle a final bill, you’ll have to ask them to wait, then send for one of us out in the garage. Okay?”