Wrecker (Fallen Lords MC Book 4)

by Winter Travers

  “Doing what?”

  “That eye thing, and, well, just breathing in general because no matter what you do, it drives me crazy,” I mumbled.

  I felt his breath against the skin of my neck. “Tell me what you said before, Alice, and I promise to go gentle on you,” he whispered in my ear.

  “What if I don’t want gentle?” Jesus. I really needed to learn how to vet my thoughts before I said them out loud.

  He nipped at my ear. “I’ll give it to you however you want, babe.”

  A full-on shiver coursed through my body. “And all I need to do is say three little words?” They were just words, after all. Words that meant a shit-ton, but I meant them. Even though I was terrified to say them out loud again. “Can we say them together? On the count of three?”

  Wrecker rolled his eyes, but he nodded. “One, two, three.” I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. “I love you.” My eyes snapped open and looked up at the handsome devil who hadn't opened his mouth after I said three. “You’re an ass!”

  He pressed his lips against mine, and I felt his lips curve into a smile while he kissed me. “Yeah, but you love me,” he mumbled.

  “Take backs,” I exclaimed.

  He grabbed my wrists and held them over my head. “No.”

  “Yes,” I insisted.

  “You can’t take it back because I love you, too.”

  My breath whooshed out of my lungs, and my world came to a screeching halt. “You love me,” I whispered.

  “It was kind of inevitable after I saw you in this sexy cow onesie.”

  I batted my eyelashes. “The boys always go crazy over it.”

  “I can only imagine,” he laughed.

  “So, what do we do now that we love each other?” I asked.

  He reached for the full body zipper of my pajamas and slowly unzipped ‘til my breasts were uncovered. “Babe, you’re naked under here.”

  “Uh, duh. These fuckers get hot.” Had he never worn a onesie before? I mean damn, they were made out of fucking fleece sometimes. “If I wore clothes under this thing, it would smell like two rats fucking in a burlap sack when I took it off.” He opened his mouth, and I pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. “Don’t ask how I know what that smells like.”

  He nipped at my finger and rolled us over again so I was lying on top of him. “I really need to learn how to go with whatever comes out of your mouth, don’t I?”

  “It would save a lot of confusion and talking.”

  “Silence,” he whispered.

  “It would definitely leave a lot of room for silence,” I agreed.

  “Then shut up and let me fuck you, babe.”

  Who was I to argue with him? Silence was becoming my new favorite thing.

  *

  Chapter 23

  Wrecker

  “You don’t think you should have mentioned that your sister was here?”

  I shrugged and pulled my shirt over my head. “Had other shit on my mind than my bratty little sister.”

  She laid a hand on my chest and looked up at me. “You mean to tell me that the female equivalent of you is in the clubhouse? How can anything be more important than that?”

  “Telling you I loved you seemed just a bit more important.”

  She slugged my shoulder. “After you made me say it.”

  I grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “You can meet her now, babe. I’m warning you, though. She’s kind of a bitch.”

  “Wrecker,” she gasped. “How can you say that about your sister?”

  “You don’t have any brothers or sisters, do you, babe?”

  She shook her head.

  “Then you wouldn’t understand how I could say something like that. My mom had her when I was ten, and by the time she was five, she ruled the house. I left when I was eighteen ‘cause I couldn't put up with that shit.”

  “But what happened when your parents passed away?”

  I ran my fingers through my hair. “I tried to get custody of her, but I couldn’t. She was seventeen and got put into foster care for a year. I tried to stay in touch with her during that time, but she was just pissed off at the world.”

  Alice frowned and laid her hand on my chest. “That must have been really hard for her, Wrecker.”

  “It was, babe. There wasn’t anything I could have done about it, though. I was the president of an MC and didn’t have a physical address. There wasn’t a court around that would give me custody of a seventeen-year-old.”

  “And now, she hates you.”

  I tucked her hair behind her ear. “I think saying Raven hates the world is a better statement.”

  Alice cringed. “Lordy.”

  Yeah. Shit with Raven wasn’t good. If I was honest with myself, I should have tried a hell of a lot harder to get custody of her, but I hadn’t. “Just try not to take what she says to heart. She tends to say the truth even if she shouldn’t.”

  “Um, I hate to break it to you, Wrecker, but you are the same way.”

  I shook my head. “My delivery is a hell of a lot better than hers.”

  Alice rolled her eyes and threaded her fingers through mine. “I think you might be delusional, Beardilocks.” She pulled me out of my room and down the hallway to the common room. “I need to meet her.”

  “She doesn’t have a beard,” I whispered loudly.

  The glare she gave me over her shoulder could have frozen half of Weston. “Do not repeat what I said to you before. I was probably drunk.”

  She had been, but that didn’t mean I was going to forget what she had said.

  “Who the hell is that?” Alice squawked. “There are two chicks I’ve never seen before.”

  Raven and Mayra were sitting on the couch talking to Cora. “Fuck. I forgot about Mayra.”

  “Mayra?” Alice looked up at me. “Are you recruiting chicks for the Girl Gang now?”

  “No,” I growled. “You and your chicks are not bringing her into whatever gang it is you guys think you have. She is only here for the night and then she is heading back to wherever the hell it was Boink got her from.”

  “Wrong,” Raven called. “As long as you make me stay here, Mayra stays too.”

  “How did she hear you?” Alice whispered. “Does she have bionic hearing?”

  “Negative, babe. She just can’t seem to keep her nose out of shit that doesn’t have anything to do with her.”

  Alice looked at Raven who had turned on the couch and was now glaring at me. “Does your chick have a name, or are you just showing her the door?”

  Alice gasped, and I flexed my fist.

  “Girl, I like you, but you might want to check that attitude just a bit.” Cora stood up and shook her head. “I don’t like being here, but I don’t take it out on the ol’ ladies. Check yourself before you wreck yourself.”

  Raven glared at Cora. “Last I checked, I didn’t ask for your help on fitting in around here.”

  Cora pointed at me. “Good luck with that one. I feel sorry for the fool who falls in love with her.”

  Now, if that wasn’t the damn truth. Whoever tried to tangle with Raven was going to have to be able to go twelve rounds. “You wanna say hi to Alice before you insult her anymore?”

  “I still like you, girlie, but you’re going to have to learn your place here,” Cora said to Raven. She winked at Alice then walked out the front door.

  “I never thought the day would come that I would say I like Cora better than someone else,” I muttered.

  Alice grabbed onto my arm and pulled me toward Raven. “Just introduce me. She’s not that bad.”

  Alice had no idea the bite Raven had behind her bark. “Put the claws in for two minutes, Raven,” I warned.

  She glared at me and crossed her arms over her chest.

  “Hey, I’m Alice.”

  Raven looked her up and down, and I was thankful that Alice had put on jeans and shirt instead of the onesie she had on before. “Your shirt is dumb.”

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bsp; Alice looked down and laughed. She was wearing shirt that said “Team awkward here to make things weird.” It was different, but it was totally Alice. “Thanks.”

  Raven tilted her head to the side. “Who did your hair?”

  She ran her fingers through her hair. “Nikki and Karmen. It’s pretty funky, right?”

  I had noticed she had dyed her hair, but I hadn’t said anything because I was too concerned with getting her clothes off before. “I like it.”

  Alice looked up at me and beamed. “Thanks, Mr. President.”

  Raven made a gagging sound and stuck her finger in her mouth. “Maybe you two should head back to your room.”

  Alice turned to Mayra. “Hey, you must be Mayra.”

  Mayra meekly waved. “Hey.”

  This chick screamed issues. I had only met her for two minutes before Boink had convinced me she needed to come back to the clubhouse. When I spent time with Oakley, I had discussed her with him. He hadn’t even known her name and had to ask one of his guys who she was. She wasn't on anyone's radar and didn’t need to be at the clubhouse. Raven, on the other hand, needed to be here. She had pissed off Oakley, and while he said that he was over it, I didn’t want to risk Raven doing something dumb and fucking up the deal I had struck with him. Except now, it seemed the only way I was going to be able to keep her here was if Mayra stayed with her. How these two had become friends was beyond me.

  “Are you guys doing okay? Are your rooms good?”

  “We’re sharing a room,” Raven replied, her tone bored.

  Alice leaned closer to Mayra. “I would totally demand bunk beds if I were you.”

  A light laugh drifted from Mayra’s lips, and Raven just glared at Alice.

  Raven was definitely going to be a work in progress. She had a chip on her shoulder the size of Texas, and it was going to take a fuck lot to knock it off. Raven jumped off the couch and called for Mayra to follow her.

  “It was nice meeting you,” Alice sang out.

  Mayra waved, a hesitant smile on her lips, and Raven flipped us off behind her back.

  Alice dissolved into a laughing mess as soon as they were out of earshot. She held onto my shoulders and tried not to fall over. “Your…sister is…such a…bitch.” She peeled off into a spurt of laughter.

  “I’m glad you find this so funny. I was afraid she was going to send you running for the hills.”

  Alice shook her head and wiped the tear that had streaked down her cheek from laughing so hard. “I like her, but damn, Wrecker, you are going to have your hands full with her. I don’t even think the Girl Gang is going to be able to snap her out of whatever is going on in her head.”

  “I don’t even know what is going on in her head.”

  Alice sobered and rested her head on my shoulder. “I did like all of her tattoos, though. That seems to be the one thing you guys have in common.”

  “That is the only thing, babe.”

  She sighed and pressed a kiss to my lips. “You’ll figure her out, Wrecker. Who knows, maybe one of the guys will take a shine to her and they can work out all of her problems.”

  “I wouldn’t wish her on any of the guys, babe.” My sister was a fucking mess who was going to take a hell of a lot more than some guy coming into her life.

  Alice wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close. “Don’t worry, Mr. President. You don’t have to solve all the club’s problems in one day.”

  “That’s my job, though, babe.”

  She pressed another kiss to my lips. “How about for the rest of the day, the only thing you have to deal with is silence?” She wiggled her eyebrows and bumped her chest against me.

  I stroked my beard. “Silence, huh?”

  She nodded and turned her head. She pressed a kiss to my ear and whispered, “But first, you’re going to have to catch me.” She took off down the hallway and threw a sexy wink at me over her shoulder.

  Silence was the thing that was going to make up for the attitude Raven had just thrown at me. I would deal with her another day. Hell, it was going to take a hell of a lot longer than a day to deal with her.

  Right now, all I wanted was to lock Alice in my room and not come out until morning.

  “Oh, Mr. President,” she called. The black shirt she had been wearing came sailing down the hallway and landed in front of my feet.

  “Woman, you better not be in that hallway with no shirt on,” I called. I grabbed her shirt and strutted down the hallway. I saw her purple hair flying right before she turned the corner down to our room.

  She was so going to get it.

  *

  Chapter 24

  Alice

  “I had a damn tank top on,” I grumbled.

  “How in the hell was I supposed to know that?”

  I rolled over on my side and pointed to my butt. “I don’t know, but my ass is totally going to have a handprint on it come morning.”

  He glided a hand over my soft skin and squeezed gently. “I didn’t spank you that hard.”

  “Yeah, and I didn’t draw a dick on Mark Allen’s car.” I rolled my eyes and eased back over to my stomach.

  Wrecker draped his body over me and pressed a kiss to my neck. “You ever going to tell me what happened with him?”

  “Not a snowball's chance in Hell.”

  “Really?” he grumbled.

  That was one story I was going to take to the grave with me. Or until I got rip-roaring drunk and forgot that I never wanted to tell anyone that story. “Really.”

  He lightly spanked my ass again. “I’ll get it out of you one day. I’m sure, in regular Alice style, it’s gonna be a crazy story.”

  I rolled my eyes. “My lips are sealed.” Going to the grave with that one.

  “Babe,” he growled.

  I glanced over my shoulder at him and smiled. “For once, that one word is not going to work on me. Maybe one day, you’ll find out the story, but today is not that day.”

  “It’s a damn good thing I love you,” he mumbled. He pressed wet, hot kisses to my shoulder and brushed my hair to the side. “Otherwise, I’d have a talk with Mike Billy to find out just what happened.”

  Ha. He wouldn’t find anything out that way either, but I would let him think that if he really wanted to, he could figure out what happened. “But you do love me and you’d never do that.”

  “That I do, babe.”

  I sighed and laid my head down. “Wrecker loves Alice,” I sang out.

  “And Alice loves Wrecker,” he chimed in.

  I did. Through everything that had happened to me in the past month, I had managed to come out on the other end different, but still happy.

  Wrecker loved me, and with him next to me, I would never be alone.

  *

  Chapter 25

  Mayra

  I was safe here.

  Nobody could find me here.

  I glanced over at Raven, who was fast asleep, and tugged my pillow case off. I pulled the small envelope out and patted it gently.

  Even if they found me, as long as I had this envelope, they could never touch me.

  The End

  About the Author

  Winter Travers is a devoted wife, mother, and aunt turned author who was born and raised in Wisconsin. After a brief stint in South Carolina following her heart to chase the man who is now her hubby, they retreated back up North to the changing seasons, and to the place they now call home.

  Winter spends her days writing happily ever after’s, and her nights zipping around on her forklift at work. She also has an addiction to anything MC related, her dog Thunder, and Mexican food! (Tamales!)

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  How did just stopping quickly to get dog food and shampoo turn into an overflowing basket and a surplus pack of paper towels?

  “Put the paper towels down and back away slowly,” I mumbled to myself as I walked past a display of air fresheners and wondered if I needed any.

  “Oh dear. Oh, my. I… Ah… Oh, my.”

  I tore my thoughts away from air fresheners and looked down the aisle to an elderly woman who was leaning against the shelf, fanning herself. “Are you ok, ma‘am?”

  “Oh dear. I just… I just got a little… dizzy.” I looked at the woman and saw her hands shaking as she brushed her white hair out of her face. The woman had on denim capris and a white button down short sleeve shirt and surprisingly three-inch wedge heels.

  “Ok, well, why don’t we try to find you a place to sit down until you get your bearings?” I shifted the basket and paper towels under one arm to help her to the bench that I had seen by the shoe rack two aisles over. “Are you here with anyone?” I asked, as I guided her down the aisle.

  “Oh no. I’m here by myself. I just needed a few things.”

  “I only needed two things, and now my basket is overflowing, and I still haven’t gotten the things I came in for.”

  The woman plopped down on the bench chuckling, shaking her head. “Tell me about it. Happens to me every time too.”

  “Is there something I can do for you? Has this happened to you before?” She was looking rather pale.

  “Unfortunately, yes. I ran out of the house today without eating breakfast. I’m diabetic. I should know by now that I can’t do that.” My mom was also diabetic, so I knew exactly what the woman was talking about. Luckily, I also knew what to do to help.