Inferno Glory MC

by Jennifer Ann

  While grinding her hips, she leans back, collectin’ her beautiful hair in her arms and starin’ down on me with this look that burns my gut. “I fucking love you, Colt Sawyer, or whatever the hell your name is.”

  “Marry me,” I plead, grabbin’ her hips. “I mean today.”

  A wicked grin spreads across her lips. “You serious?”

  “Fuckin’ right. We could be in Vegas by dinner.”

  “You’re being serious,” she realizes, becomin’ still. Her lips form a straight line.

  The moment I’m worried she’s goin’ to back out and tell me to go to hell, she launches herself into my arms, kissin’ me until I can’t breathe. “Hell yes!” she answers between more kisses.

  After makin’ love, we clean up and head to the club in search of Ranger. Harley thought it’d only be right if we ask him and Mac to be our witnesses.

  “Everyone’s here,” Harley says, frowning at the filled parkin’ lot. “Why would they meet without telling you?”

  “Don’t know,” I growl, findin’ it suspicious myself.

  “You better go in without me and see what’s going on.”

  “Don’t go runnin’ off without me,” I tease, leanin’ over the handlebars of her bike to kiss her.

  “Wouldn’t dream of it,” she promises.

  When I walk inside the clubhouse’s meetin’ room, my brothers are all situated around the large table. They all act surprised to see me, makin’ my balls drop. They know.

  “What’s goin’ on?” I ask.

  “Have a seat,” Buzz says, noddin’ at the open chair to his left.

  “Just tell me whatever it is you have to say,” I insist, pushin’ my hands into my jean pockets. “I’m not in the mood for bullshit.”

  “‘Axel’s dead,” Buzz tells me.

  “I heard,” I say, noddin’. The official story Darren and the sheriff’s office agreed on had my partner exposin’ Axel and shootin’ him outside of his place. The sheriff was sure to wait until the crowd had been cleared outside of my apartment before movin’ the bodies to the meat wagon.

  “With both him and Remmy dead, we need to elect a new president,” Buzz continues. “Seems to me that job is cursed. I’d be next in line, but I’m not interested. Never been good in makin’ decisions. Thought maybe you’d be up for the job.”

  I glance between him an’ Thunder seated at his other side. “Why me?”

  “Heard you’re marryin’ Harley,” Thunder answers. “We figured it’d be fittin’ as Jawa’s the one who got the club goin’ in the first place. He would’ve been proud to have a son-in-law like you takin’ over.”

  “Jawa would’ve been pleased his girl found someone honorable,” Buzz adds.

  I suddenly feel like shit. How can I accept when they don’t know the truth? And what will Harley think? Will she be happy that I’m stayin’ with the MC, or does she want to move on? Tryin’ to swallow the lump in my throat, I shake my head. “Don’t seem right. Most of you have been here longer.”

  “It does seem right,” Fug disagrees. “Seems it was meant to be this way.”

  “Just shut up and say you’ll do it, hoss,” Ranger growls. “They want to elect me VP and I’ll only do it with you in the lead.”

  “I don’t know what to say,” I admit. Jesus, how can this be happenin’ to me after all I’ve done?

  “Say you’ll do it so we can get on with club business,” Buzz tells me.

  With a deep breath, I nod. “Alright.”

  My brothers clap and holler, standin’ to hug me. When I get to Ranger, I clap him on the back. “Harley an’ me are headin’ to Vegas,” I say in his ear. “She wants you and Mac to come along, stand up as our witnesses. You interested?”

  “Hell yeah,” he answers in a loud voice, pullin’ back with a giant grin. “Right now?”

  “Is there a better time that works for you?” I ask, laughin’.

  “Wouldn’t miss it for the world. Give me an hour, and I’ll be at your hotel.”

  I cup his shoulder and wink. “You can pick up Mac on your way.”

  Buzz is the last to wrap his arms around me. “Don’t let the club down,” he warns.

  “Wouldn’t dream of it,” I answer.

  By the time we’ve done shots to celebrate and I return to Harley, she’s sittin’ sideways on her bike while talkin’ on her phone, long legs crossed out on the asphalt. A big old smile crosses her lips when she sees me. She ends the call just before I pull her up to her feet. “Well?”

  Scoopin’ her in my arms, I laugh. “They elected me as president.”

  Her eyes widen as I set her back down. “What? You mean they don’t know about the ATF?” She grabs my arms, her eyes dark with worry. “What happens when they find out, Colt? You can’t expect them to shrug and walk away from something like that! They’ll never forgive you for that kind of betrayal!”

  “They won’t find out,” I insist, shaking my head. “My partner and supervisor are the only ones other than you to know the truth. I was deep under cover, darlin’. That kind of shit doesn’t accidentally leak out.”

  Harley blows out a deep breath before taking a step back. “You’re really going to go through with this? Are you sure this is what you want?”

  “The only thing I’ve ever been more sure of is that I want to spend the rest of forever with you,” I insist, pulling her back to me. “And now that I’m the pres, I can get you in as a member.”

  “I don’t want to be a member,” she blurts.

  You’ve got to be shittin’ me. I thought it was the reason she came back to the MC! With my head tilted back, I release a quiet groan. “What do you mean? Isn’t it what you’ve always wanted?”

  “I can’t be a member. It wouldn’t be right. I was never in the military.” She touches my jaw, smiling so brightly that something moves inside my chest. “That’s something all of you can be proud of. I’m not going to pretend I’m something that I’m not. I came back to the club looking for family. And I found it.” Crossing her arms over her chest, she frowns. “But I’m sure as hell not going to sit around and be someone’s old lady, either.”

  The words are a fuckin’ blow to my gut. After all I’ve done… after all the shit we’ve been through together, she’s ready to throw it all away? “You’ve changed your mind about marryin’ me?” I manage to ask.

  “Hell no,” she answers with a short giggle. “What I mean is I’m starting up my own club. I’ve put a lot of thought into it, and it makes total sense. I’m not going to sit around this place and pine for you like some kind of groupie. It’ll keep me busy. Mac and Kandi are already on board. Maybe even Lacey too. You and me will have our own things going on, but maybe we could occasionally work together on less dangerous jobs.”

  “Whatever gets you excited like that? I’m on board.” I kiss the corner of her mouth and give her my biggest smile. “You got a name for this MC?”

  “Jawa’s Angels,” she answers, glowing from ear-to-ear.

  “Your dad would be proud,” I whisper pressin’ a kiss to her lips.

  “I hope so,” she answers quietly, suddenly serious. “You ask Ranger about Vegas?”

  “He’s on board. Mac?”

  “Just got off the phone with her. She’s gonna text me when she’s ready. She thinks she’ll lose her job for walking out, but she’s ready to focus on starting up this club. I have no clue how we’ll swing it financially, especially when most of us don’t have jobs.”

  “Let me worry about that.” I kiss her again, this time long and deep. “Let’s go pack our shit at the hotel. Ranger said he’d grab Mac and meet us there. I have a surprise waitin’ for you. Consider it an early weddin’ present.”

  Her big brown eyes spark to life. “Another surprise? You didn’t have to get me anything.”

  “Trust me, you’ll like it.” I release her, slappin’ her on the ass. She makes a strangled noise in her throat before putting on her helmet. When we mount our bikes together and start ‘em u
p, she’s wearing one of the brightest smiles I’ve seen.

  “Try to keep up,” I say, grinnin’.

  I lead her into the heart of downtown, past the strip club where Logan worked. Several ambulances and firetrucks fill the parkin’ lot. Dozens of people stand around watchin’ as fireman work on puttin’ out the bright blaze. The buildin’ is already half gone.

  Harley slows beside me. She veers off the quiet street to park at the edge of the scene, starin’ at the mess with her jaw dropped. I pull up beside her.

  “Jesus,” she hisses.

  “Isn’t this where Kandi’s brother works?” I ask.

  She turns to me, blinkin’ slowly. “Yeah.”

  Whatever’s goin’ through that beautiful head of hers, I don’t think she suspects I was involved in any way. “I’m sure everyone got out.” I push down on my bike’s throttle. “C’mon, we better get to packin’ if we’re gonna try to make it to Vegas by dark.”

  Noddin,’ she follows me back to the road. Less than fifteen minutes later, we’re parkin’ outside of the hotel where Harley’s aunt stands by our room’s door. She’s an older lookin’ woman who’s overweight and didn’t get any of Jawa or Harley’s good looks. Her dark eyes are as wide as saucers when she sees us pull in.

  “What the fuck?” Harley roars, hoppin’ off her bike. “You crazy—”

  “Hold on!” the woman cries, flinchin’. She reaches into her large purse, and holds a fat envelope out to Harley. “I came to bring you your money back! Every last cent!”

  Harley’s eyes narrow when she turns to me. “You do this?”

  “No one fucks with my wife,” I answer, crossin’ my arms and glarin’ at the old woman.

  “Are we good now?” the woman asks, visibly shaken.

  “So long as you never mess with Harley again, yeah, we’re good,” I snarl.

  “I’m so sorry,” she mumbles to Harley, pushin’ the money into her niece’s hands before scurryin’ off. She drops her keys beside a beat-up little car before unlockin’ the door and jumpin’ inside. She locks her door and her tires squeal on her way out.

  “What the fuck?” Harley asks, turnin’ back to me. She opens the envelope to peer at the cash. “How’d you find her?”

  “You remember what I do for a livin’, right?”

  Her lips curl with a small smile. “Baby. You know what this means?”

  “Yeah. It means my wife is gonna be happy.” I loop my arm around her waist and draw her in close enough to kiss. “Happy weddin’ day, darlin’.”

  “What in the hell could I possibly give you that’d be better than this?” she whispers, twistin’ her free hand inside my hair and smilin’ in a way that makes me want to fuck her right this second.

  I run my lips across her jaw, smilin’ when I feel her quiver. “I have a few ideas involvin’ this body, all night, Vegas lights shinin’ down on us, and a bottle of champagne.” Cuppin’ her between the legs, I find her already warm and somewhat wet.

  “Sounds like we need to take another shopping trip,” she says with a gasp. “Maybe a sex shop or two.”

  “Anything you want,” I growl, clutchin’ her tighter. “I plan on givin’ my wife everything she wants for the rest of her life.”

  “In that case, you better take me inside quick before Ranger and Mac get here,” she answers, wrappin’ her fingers over my hard cock. Her eyes darken with need. “Because I want you.”

  Fuck me. I’m gonna lose it before we even get inside if she keeps lookin’ at me like that. Growlin’, I hoist her over my shoulder.

  “Just because I’m gonna be your wife in a few hours doesn’t mean you can manhandle me!” she declares with a laugh. “Let me down!”

  Ignorin’ her, I dig in my pocket for the keycard to the room. I don’t plan on lettin’ her down ever again.

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  For as long as she can remember, Phoebe Carson's existence has revolved around deception. It’s almost impossible to stop the lies from spewing out of her own mouth. Sometimes it's like a damn disease...one she’s been exposed to since birth. As many times as she’s dreamed about running away, her mother’s grasp on her runs deep.

  After a failed attempt to expose the truth about a fellow Marine’s disappearance, running was Jace Daniels's only option. He doesn’t know how much time he has until they’ll arrest him, but he's determined to make things right.

  When their paths collide, the passion is so explosive that neither of them can walk away. Even though Jace can’t afford to get involved with anyone, he feels a need to protect Phoebe from her psychotic ex. But once the truth unravels, proving it’s more than fate that brought them together, can they survive the hell they’ll bring into each other’s lives?

  FIGHTING FOR PHOEBE

  Fifteen Years Ago

  Phoebe

  I stand at the entrance of the giant store, itching the back of my neck where the tag on the new dress rubs at my skin. Then I glance down at the pink polka dot print flowing around my legs and smile. Although it’s a pretty dress, it’s too nice. Way too nice for someone like me. I can’t take the tag off because it’s going back to the store. Doesn’t matter anyway… I know I don’t deserve nice things.

  A lot of people hurry back and forth, none of them paying attention to the little girl staring at everyone who enters. I’ve never been this scared. I don’t understand what I’m s'posed to do, or why she just left us here.

  “Hurry up and pick someone,” my big brother snaps in my ear.

  Sucking my bottom lip into my mouth, I turn to stare at him with butterflies crashing into my stomach. He is better at lying to strangers. Why didn’t she tell him to pick someone?

  “You’re gonna get us both in trouble if you take any longer,” he warns.

  Turning back to all the people, I ball my fingers into fists at my sides. My throat feels as dry as sandpaper when I spot a man with wrinkled skin and thick gray hair heading our way. He’s wearing dark, fancy clothes like Grandpa Eddie wore when he stopped breathing and they stuck him in the big box. I’ve been told anyone with a lot of money dresses like that.

  But the man looks mad about something. His mouth is tight like he’s sucking on a lemon and there’s a deep line between his eyes.

  “That guy,” my brother tells me, hitting my arm. “Go. Now.”

  My tummy feels sick as I hurry along to the man’s side and pull on his sleeve. “Mister? Can you help me?” When I remember I’m supposed to be crying, I stick out my lip and sniffle. It’s not so hard to pretend when I’m scared. “I lost my mommy.”

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nbsp; Suddenly the man’s cold eyes become soft and he pats my shoulder. “Sure thing, sweetie. We’ll have someone working here call your mother’s name over the speakers so she knows where to find you.”

  His cold, wrinkled hand wraps around mine.

  That was easier than I thought. Maybe there’s nothing to be scared of after all.

  ONE

  Phoebe

  There are two things I haven’t allowed myself the pleasure of in what feels like ages, mostly because I’m broke and by all accounts I should know better by now. Getting blissfully drunk at the bar without worrying about the consequences, and shamelessly lusting after an attractive man that looks every bit the part of a bad boy.

  But in my defense, the stranger sitting three barstools across from me is hot beyond words. In every way imaginable. As in my panties get a little more soaked each time I sneak a look his way. And let’s be real. There are men who are born naturally hot, and men who get better looking after discovering they possess a charming personality or whatever bullshit desperate women tell themselves after meeting a fugly guy. The natural ones aren’t always easy to come by.

  I suppose it’s possible getting turned on from staring at a complete stranger makes me a complete perv in need of psychological help, but damn it, I haven’t been laid in a long time. Besides, he looks to be around my age and he isn’t wearing a wedding ring, so my ogling is harmless. Or so I keep telling myself.

  I watch his thick, tattooed arm rest on the cracked bar top in front of him as the other arm flexes to bring a glass of amber liquid up to his pouting, delectable lips, surrounded by a shadowed jaw. I’ve never seen a mouth that beautiful on a man. When I imagine getting a taste of those heavenly lips, soft and sweet like the rum he’s drinking, I bite down on a whimper.