Wild Child
Bound For Hell MC Series
Needa Warrant
Miranda Rights
Wild Child
Bound for Hell MC Series
Copyright © 2014 Needa Warrant & Miranda Rights
Formatted by: Midnight Engel Press, LLC
Photographer: JOBE
Cover Model: Cara Mia
Cover Designer: Tabitha Coots
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Table of Contents
Dedication
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Epilogue
Sneak Peek at Ride to Temptation by Selene Chardou
Dedication
We wish to thank our Beta readers. Rose W, without YOU we'd be lost! You kept us going and are a true Angel! You mean so much to us both! Lacey & Sheila, you two rock, best betas!
The authors who helped... Selene Chardou, girl, you helped keep us together and are a true friend! You were the one who who stepped in and helped us every step of the way! Plus we love your books!
AJ Downey, you were very nice and helpful. We also love your books! We can't wait for Cracked & Crushed The Sacred Hearts MC Book III due out Dec 9th!
To Cat Porter, our thanks for being our friend and we can't wait to read your next book!
To Juli and Carole Ann, thank you for the editing!
To the ladies of the Amazon MC romance forum and the Goodreads Biker Babes, without you ladies there would be no book.
Needa's Crazy Bitches, you all gave us support when there were times we were lost!
To Dusty, what can we say but see you in Nailed!
To the readers, this is our first book so please understand we are 1st time authors.
To our cover model, who is a Wild Child herself: Cara Mia, you did a great job.
~☠ ☠ ☠ PROLOGUE ☠ ☠ ☠~
I walked out of the barn and heard the roar of Harley Davidson motorcycles. The noise made the guard dogs to go wild, I yelled at them to behave.
My old man, Veiko and his brothers had arrived and were on their way into the driveway, our teenage daughter ran to unlock the gate. Her long, slim legs and blonde hair flashing by, reminded me of...myself long ago. I was happy; I had my horses which had been my first love. That was how I met Veiko Finn. The first time I ever saw him, I had been riding a horse.
Memories flooded my mind - so many good times mixed in with the bad. We had buried quite a few brothers over the years, as well as their old ladies. So far, none of our closest friends had died.
Luckily, despite the lives we lived, V had never gone to prison, though he’d come close a few times. We had gone through so much but we stayed together though the good times and bad. As far as I knew, he had never cheated on me. Good thing, since my temper was legendary.
I suddenly felt lightheaded. I grabbed the barn door for support and focused on the worn colors on his back. It was a fearsome skull with bat wings flying toward the flames of hell. The patch was so damn old and V wouldn't replace it. I listened to the guys all joking and saw V looking for me. He knew I was around, we always sensed each other.
A wave of dizziness hit me.
Damn it! I will not faint!
I held on tighter as I watched Jersey's son, Trace flirt with our beautiful daughter. Veiko snarled at them both and she flashed him her middle finger before heading towards me.
I smiled at her and just then, I felt the world spinning. Anjulie, or AJ as she was called, saw me and the last thing I recalled before I crashed was the scared look on her face.
~☠ ☠ ☠~
I came to in V's arms in our bedroom. He looked down at me, worry clear on his face.
"Kima, you cleaned the barn? It's the kid's job - you are supposed to be resting." He looked at me closely. "You rode too, didn't you?"
Damn! I smelled like barn and horses.
I nodded tiredly. No sense in lying.
"You're slowly killing me, Babe. You know we worry about you. All of this affects the kids and I hate seeing you like this. You're getting a shower and going to bed."
AJ looked at me from across the room, "I've got it, Mom - I can handle dinner. You go rest; here's your pill."
I took the Xanax she handed me along with the sweet tea. She left the room, softly closed the door behind her.
Veiko undressed me, "Babe, we'll shower together."
I didn't mind him showering with me. In fact, I loved it. He had made this shower for the two of us in mind and it was wonderful. As always, when his fingers touched my body I felt fire. I reached for him but he pushed my hands away.
"No fucking way, Babe. You're resting."
I pouted at him but he firmly shook his head. He put his colors in the closet. He ripped off his shirt, followed immediately by his boots and jeans. He left them in a pile on the floor.
Damn!
I thought his body was almost like the day I met him; strong, lean and corded with muscle. Seeing Veiko naked always turned me on.
V had the water running the way I liked it; nice and hot. He was gentle as he washed me. I was too tired to wash my hair, so he did that for me as well.
I hated being sick; hated that the doctors didn't understand what was causing me to faint and I couldn't tell them. But, I knew this day would come, and had always known someday I'd pay. I knew what was wrong with me.... I couldn't help the panic attacks, I hid them for years.
V grabbed a warm, oversized towel from the warmer and bund
led me into it. He slung another around his hips and carried me to bed, carefully placing me on it. The king-sized bed was calling my name now, I was so tired.
V slipped a worn t-shirt over my head as AJ came back in to comb my long hair.
"Sweet dreams, Mama," she softly gave me a light kiss on the cheek.
Once I fell asleep, the dreams came back so clearly. I dreamed of the day I met V, and of my friends; Jo and Nailz, Hunter and Elena, Thrash and China, Jersey and Joyful, Marco and Bullet and, of course, Darko. Then the images changed, turning dark as the nightmare began. Like a malevolent, foreboding demon, Rabid entered into my subconscious state.
I woke with a start. Veiko was beside me, watching. He knew what had startled me from a deep sleep. He always knew.
He pulled me into his arms, holding me close.
"Rabid? Damn it, Kima! Let that fucker go! It's over. That was so fucking long ago. I thought you were over that shit years ago."
I knew V was angry but I can't stop my thoughts. He could and did kill in cold blood but I wasn't like Veiko.
"Why the hell don't you write down your thoughts? It may help you work out the stress and anxiety and perhaps give you some closure."
He had my attention now.
I laughed, "Write? You're nuts, V!"
But was he?
V leaned in and kissed me gently before pulling away and wordlessly, leaving the room.
I began to make a plan of what I would write; planning was something I excelled at. I got up and plugged my laptop in. The words just began to write themselves it seemed.
This is my story and the stories of the Bound for Hell Motorcycle Club.
~☠ ☠ ☠ CHAPTER 1 ☠ ☠ ☠~
Southern New Jersey, 1974
Veiko Finn was riding his black '67 Electra Glide down an open country road on a beautiful summer day. The bike was his pride and joy. He loved to ride on days like this, when the sun was hot on his back and there was a cool breeze. He loved the euphoria he got, as if he was flying and being one with the road and nature. He called it ‘wind therapy’ and it was good for the soul.
He was wearing his Bound for Hell colors and hoped there were no cops around because he was speeding.
Normally he would have taken his time to appreciate the surroundings of pretty little farms and patches of forest that dotted the countryside, but not today.
He loved to ride alone, sometimes, because it gave him time to think and clear his mind. However, he was in a hurry to get to a party at Sea Woods and was racing to catch up with his brothers from the Bound for Hell Motorcycle Club. Being late for a party was unlike him.
Bound for Hell was a one-percent club. V had been in the club for years and was recently voted in as the new Vice President. His older brother, Thrash, was in the club as well, but was a member of the National Chapter.
As kids growing up, they both had loved riding motorcycles. They would find old bikes and fix them up and just ride, sometimes for days at a time. They met other guys like them who held the same interest and, eventually, Thrash met some bikers from Bound for Hell MC. He’d liked the club and their lifestyle and, one thing led to another, and he patched in, rising fast in the ranks. Among other things, he became known for his style of fixing things and his fighting. In time he became one of their National Sergeant of Arms.
Thrash hooked V up with a brother named Nailz who introduced V to the Central Jersey club. He suggested he 'hang around' and get to know the brothers. V hit it off great with those guys and, the next thing he knew, he was prospecting for them. He did his time until he got patched in.
V was already a half hour late thanks to a girl named Roxy, a club slut whom he made the mistake of getting drunk and letting her suck his cock.
She had come up to him when he was drinking at the bar with his brothers at the clubhouse. She had rubbed her scantily dressed, nearly naked body against him and stuck the tip of her tongue in his ear, moaning, "I wanna suck your cock, Mr. New VP."
She crushed her tits into him and then glided her tongue down his neck to his collar bone. His dick sprang to life as she stroked it through his jeans. He was horny and very drunk by this time, letting his cock think for him. He hated Roxy but she was offering, so he took what she wanted to give. He wasn't one to turn down a blowjob.
Roxy liked to get loaded and her main goal was to be an old lady to a high ranking biker. Ever since V became the new VP, she was clingy and possessive. He usually tried to avoid club whores like her but they served their purpose and came in handy at times. She was stalking him and V should’ve known her plan and put an end to her coming on to him. Jack Daniels whiskey was going to be the end of him.
She came to him the next day as he was checking his bike and getting ready to go. "Baby! I thought I'd give you some company. I will make it worth your while, if you know what I mean." Roxy was shaking her tits at him. He could see her better in the daylight and her pretty looks were starting to look tired and harsh.
He must have really tied one on last night and was now paying the price. What the hell? He got his blowjob and had shot his cum all over her face - that was about all Roxy was good for.
Did she now think that she was going with him and was gonna ride bitch on his bike? No fucking way! He was drunk last night, but not so drunk he would ask her. It was just a blowjob, as far as he was concerned, and she was just a wet mouth to put his cock in. He wasn't looking for an old lady. She knew the game and her part she played in the club; she also knew what kind of man V was. He didn't rub belly buttons twice with any woman and he was going to keep that reputation. It was rare for V to fuck a woman involved with the club, unless he was wasted. If he did fuck one, he never touched her again. Club pussy turned him off.
V looked at her and growled, "I ride alone and I don't recall asking you. Why would I take a skanky bitch who looks as if she has been ridden hard and put away wet and moldy?"
Roxy's jaw dropped. She looked stunned before she went at him in a rage.
"You motherfucker, V! Find somebody else to suck your cock. I’ll stick to Flop!"
V grabbed her by the hair, spun her around, and put her in a choke hold. He had his arm around her neck, ready to press harder if she attacked him. A bit more pressure and she wouldn't be able to breathe. He held her there like that for a minute while she struggled and then eventually gave up.
"Are you going to calm the fuck down, whore?" V rasped in her ear.
Roxy gave a hasty nod, her eyes wide and terrified.
"Look, all you were good for was sucking my cock. I did you a favor by even letting you suck it. You’re just a whore. You know that, don’t you, Roxy? Tell me you’re a whore." He waited for her answer.
"I'm just a whore. Let me go!" She cried out, clearly scared.
He let go of her and gave her a push back toward the clubhouse.
"Get the fuck out of here. You better show 'cause shower because you still got my cum in your hair."
She stormed off, muttering curses to herself.
While V was brooding, he came upon a curve in a wooded area and, as he was rounding it, he shifted his bike back into fourth gear and hit the throttle. Suddenly, a girl appeared, coming out of the woods on a horse and heading right in front of him.
Holy Shit!
He squeezed hard on the breaks. The bike was going into a skid and, for a moment, he thought he would lose control of it. He just barely got control of his bike and brought it to a stop.
The horse was spooked, rearing and bucking. The girl was trying to maintain control but having a hard time. V breathed heavily and tried to maintain control of his temper. What the hell was she doing so near the road? They all could have been killed!
Her medium length, wavy blonde hair was whipping all around her as she worked at steadying her horse. The sunshine was making her streaks of golden blonde shimmer, looking ethereal. He wasn't sure how, but she finally was able to calm the horse.
She looked up at V and he saw her face for the first
time. He looked into her hazel eyes and saw her beautiful face. It was heart shaped with a small elegant nose and full strawberry-kissed lips. She looked like an angel. His gaze traveled down her body and he noticed she had nice, firm tits, a trim waist, and strong legs. He thought that damn horse was lucky, he could imagine what those legs would be like wrapped around his hips.
The girl was wearing faded blue jeans and her white T-shirt was slightly torn at the neck and shoulder giving him a glimpse of a tattoo on her breast. Was it of a butterfly? He was momentarily stunned as he gazed upon her.
V had to give himself a mental shake to remember what had just happened. His day was not going well so far. He was hung over, had a confrontation with Roxy, and now he had almost ran into a horse. What the fuck next?
The girl was glaring down at him, panting in short breaths which caused her chest to rise and fall. He could tell she was mad as hell, petting the jittery horse's neck, trying to soothe it. Her eyes held sparks of anger as she looked down at him, her stare was serious and hard.
After a moment she turned and headed back toward the woods. As she got to the edge, she stopped and turned around. Then the little bitch shot him the middle finger! She nudged her horse and took off into the forest.
He caught himself staring at the spot she’d been at long after she left. V shook his head in disbelief and had to laugh at her nerve. Then he gunned his bike back onto the road and, before he knew it, he was flying again.
Hell, there was a party to get to with cold beer and loose women. Far be it for him to keep them waiting any longer.
~☠ ☠ ☠ CHAPTER 2 ☠ ☠ ☠~
Son of a Bitch! Who was that crazy biker?
I pulled my hair into a pony tail and noticed my shirt had ripped at some point. Fuck, he got a look at my boobs! Damn bikers! With my luck, he was probably heading over to the Lodge. I started to turn on to a new trail, toward the barn because I needed to change my ripped shirt. Shit! I was going to be late to help Elena with the food for the party. Screw the shirt! I continued to the Lodge; I had a tube top on underneath my T-shirt. That would have to work until I could call my best friend, Jo, to bring me some clothes.
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