Talon (The Road Rebels MC Book 2)

by Savannah Rylan

  “Yes, I would like that…I think mom would like that too,” she replied with a laugh, and I stuck the key in the ignition again and started the truck.

  “Are we going back to the bar?” she asked, and I shook my head.

  “No, we’re going to go find an apartment. The one I live in now is a shit hole, and you deserve the best. What else am I going to spend my money on?” I said, and Sage’s laughter was like music to my ears.

  Epilogue

  Sage

  One Year Later

  I had been up since seven in the morning, preparing for the day to come. It wasn’t really a very big deal. I was just going to go to the courts today, to file the case officially. The proceedings hadn’t even come close to started yet.

  As of now, I was using the testimony I had gathered from eight of the rescued women, including myself and I had managed to build enough of a case to initiate legal action against three of the Dragon Knights members. The other members were still roaming around scot-free. However, they were all in hiding.

  It was going to be the responsibility of the police forces to bring these three guys to court, while the Bad Disciples were going to deal with the rest. Either way, Axel and the guys had decided that our apartment needed full-time security ever since word about the case got out. Apparently, my life was in constant danger, so there were always two men from the Bad Disciples who went with me everywhere.

  I was in the kitchen, making us some breakfast and I took two plates out to the door. Sniper and a new prospect were outside in the corridor, and I handed them their breakfasts.

  “If you keep feeding us like this, Sage, we’re never going to leave,” Sniper joked, and I rolled my eyes. As if Glock was going to let them leave even if they wanted to!

  When I returned to the kitchen, Glock was already in the kitchen. He was wearing nothing but his boxers and once again, I was struck by how absolutely panty-dropping hot this man was. His shaggy hair was ruffled, there was a stubble on his cheeks, and his eyes looked bloodshot.

  “What time did you come to bed last night?” I asked, walking into the kitchen. He had just poured himself a glass of orange juice, but he walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. Glock was going to kiss me before he answered me.

  “I don’t know, what time did I wake you up?” he said gruffly and then started leaving a trail of kisses down my neck. I squealed and wriggled out of his grip. I was already dressed, in a smart skirt suit and high heels for my visit to the courts that morning.

  No matter how late Glock returned home, he always woke me up to make love to me. In the past year that we had been living together, there hadn’t been a single night that we hadn’t had sex. I couldn’t even believe the life I had!

  We sat down together at the breakfast bar, and I poured him a mug of coffee from the French press. Glock had made fun of my fashionable San Francisco habits when I’d first bought the coffee maker, but these days, he couldn’t get the day started without a cup of it.

  “Do you want me to come with you, babe?” he asked, and I gazed at his bare chest, the chiseled abs…I still couldn’t stop staring at his naked body. No matter how many times we slept together. I still couldn’t believe that I was with a man who looked like this! Every teenage fantasy I had ever had about him, was coming true and I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

  “No, you don’t need to. Brooklyn and the girls are coming with me, so I’ll have company,” I said, as I stuck my fork into my portion of scrambled eggs.

  “And Sniper and the prospect,” he said.

  “And Sniper and the prospect, of course,” I added, rolling my eyes.

  “Sage, we’ve talked about this. If you want to keep doing this job, you’re going to need full-time guards,” he said, and I sat back in my chair and nodded my head. I only pretended to be exhausted by my bodyguards, the truth was that I liked having them around. I felt safe. I still hadn’t completely gotten over my experience with Brick and the Dragon Knights. I still sometimes woke up at night in a cold sweat, but Glock was always there to soothe me and make me feel safe again.

  “Yes, I know, I’m not asking you to get rid of them,” I said and gulped down my food.

  I looked at the clock on the wall. It was ten already. I was supposed to meet the girls at the step of the courthouse at eleven. I jumped off the chair and picked up my briefcase.

  “I have to go, babe, I’ll see you for dinner tonight?” I said, walking over to Glock and he pulled me in for another kiss.

  “You look sexy as hell in this thing. We’re definitely having dinner together tonight,” he said and nuzzled my neck. I could see his cock tenting his boxers, and I bit down on my lip. I wanted it too, just as much as he did, but I just didn’t have time. I had an actual legal case to file!

  “Let me go! I have to go!” I giggled as he kept me strongly bound to him and continued kissing me.

  “Hey…shhh…shhh…listen, I have something to ask you,” he said, while I wriggled in his arms. With my heart pounding, my lips still stretched in a smile, I stared at him. What could he possibly have to ask me this morning? Glock looked serious, his eyes were focused on mine.

  “What is it, Glock?” I asked, and he released his grip on my wrists.

  “Sage, do you want to make a baby with me?” he said, and it felt like the whole world had suddenly stood still. I stared back at him, tongue-tied. It was like he had read my mind.

  For the past few months, I had been thinking more and more about how I wanted Glock to be the father of my future children. I couldn’t imagine building a family with anyone else. I just hadn’t expected to discuss this so soon!

  “Sage?” he urged me when I had remained silent for too long.

  “Yes, Glock, yes! I want to make a baby with you!” I fell on him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

  There was no other man in the world, who deserved to be the father of my children than Glock did.

  THE END

  Thank you so much for taking the time to read Glock!

  Liked what you read?

  Make sure you check out Marco’s story only available in the Bad Disciples Box Set! You can get it HERE!

  Want a FREE book? Check out Bad Boy Boss HERE!

  Kisses <3

  Savannah

  Turn the page for your bonus book of Royally Bent!

  Royally Bent

  by Ivy Blake

  CHAPTER 1

  Teagan

  “Now move slowly from Chaturanga to Downward Dog, feeling the loosening of the joints and muscles, really focus on the movement. We want to get that good stretch.”

  Teagan Norton took a deep breath and followed her own instructions demonstrating for her class. She felt her body shaking slightly. It really wasn’t up to this today apparently. She was exhausted having stayed up all night long comforting her best friend Ellie Smith who had just broken up with her boyfriend Jaden, again. Those two would probably patch things up before the end of the day, despite Ellie’s protest that this time they were really through. She wondered why Ellie continued to put up with Jaden’s crap and kept taking him back. He was a loser who was going nowhere, and if she weren't careful, he would take her down with him.

  But Teagan was her friend, and it was her duty to make sure that Ellie knew she had her back, despite how much she continually tried to talk some sense into her friend to dump that creep.

  Of course, Teagan did not have much ground to stand on to give advice. Her love life read like some teenager’s letter to Cosmo. It had been almost a year since she’d dated anyone seriously, despite the fact that guys hit on her all the time. She knew she’d been blessed with good looks, and Teagan liked to think she was sweet and approachable, but ever since things went sour with Corey, she just wasn’t ready to get back in the game.

  “Alright now just morph up into a plank position and hold that stretch. We want to hold it for twenty seconds,” Teagan continued.

  She glanced back over her shoulder at her class
who were desperately trying to keep up with her. A few of her more advanced students were doing fine, but the beginners were having a tough time of it. She had to be patient, even when she didn’t want to.

  Teagan moved out of her stance and went in the back to help a few of the stragglers. Amy and Kyle were a couple who had just started the class a month ago. They had both made great strides, but they still needed some help.

  Amy was having issues with the plank, which was especially hard on the core muscles and the shoulders. Teagan leaned down and placed her hand on Amy’s shoulder to alleviate just a little bit of the stress, but not enough that Amy probably even noticed that much. Amy smiled at her which came across more as an expression of grit and determination in the face of failing muscles.

  Kyle dropped down to his knees without apology or shame, but Amy was determined to prove herself. Teagan appreciated when her students wanted to outdo themselves and impress her, but it was her job to make sure they progressed and did not hurt themselves. Yoga was a lifelong pursuit she kept telling them. She did not think of it as something that was ever really mastered. At least she hoped it wasn’t.

  “That’s it,” Teagan said. “Alright now just push yourselves up and spread out into Warrior One.”

  Teagan moved back to the front of the class and assumed the position, demonstrating for the beginners. This was one that most didn’t struggle with too much, but it could be intimidating looking if you didn’t have strong core muscles.

  “Now, for you beginners if you feel yourself off balance you can pull back a little and just don’t sink down quite so far into the squat. But don’t go easy on yourselves; I want you to push. That is the only way you will grow, right?”

  The beginners in the front kind of mumbled some sort of a reply. It had been a long, exhausting session and they were all pretty much done for the day.

  Teagan held the pose with them for another twenty seconds and then brought herself back to a relaxed position on her knees. She brought her hands together demonstrating the proper peaceful posture and focused on her breathing.

  “Just breathe in and out slowly. It is time for your body to unwind from all of the work you just placed upon it. Your mind and body will continue to grow together and strengthen that bond. The spirit which connects the two will become stronger and stronger as you face the harsh struggles of the world around you. I wish you all peace, love, and joy. Until next time. Namaste.”

  “Namaste,” the class replied in unison.

  With that, the class was over. Teagan briefly chatted with a few of her students as they walked out. She thanked them for coming and hoped to see them next time.

  After the last student left the studio, Teagan packed up her bag and quickly left, locking up behind her. She was exhausted and ready to go home to a nice quiet evening. She anticipated falling asleep in front of the television. A big container of ice cream may or may not have been involved.

  Teagan had been a yoga instructor for the past year and a half. It was not exactly on the career path she had initially envisioned for herself when she was a student studying physical therapy, but sometime during her sophomore year in college, she’d become very interested in the practice. And since then she’d managed to whip her body into fantastic shape and it had translated over into all areas of her life bringing peace, harmony, and good tidings.

  At least until she met Corey last year. Things had started off really great. He was the perfect guy. He was good looking, had a great job as a veterinarian, was really sweet, they had so much in common, and it felt like there was never a dull moment with the two of them. Teagan thought for sure they would get married one day.

  But then she came home one day to find a lengthy letter waiting for her in her mailbox. It was a handwritten letter basically telling her that Corey had decided to go off to find himself and he wasn’t sure what lay ahead for him, but he knew that he couldn’t tie himself down to a relationship with her anymore.

  And just like that he quit his job at the Animal Hospital and went about his merry way. She hadn’t heard from him since. Teagan still kept that letter in a drawer in her bedroom. She got it out from time to time to study it, looking for some sort of clue as to what might have prompted this horrendous decision. It just didn’t make any logical sense for a man like Corey who had everything going for him to just up and head out to travel the world.

  Teagan had even reached out to his family for some sort of clue to this decision, and they had no more information than she did. A million scenarios had gone through her mind. Everything from the idea that he’d ran off to join some sort of insane cult, to he’d been kidnapped, to he’d met some other woman who he decided to go to be with. But the more she thought about it she realized that Corey was a free spirit who had kept himself tied up too long and now decided was the perfect time to unleash that spirit and find out where it would take him.

  She had to respect the decision. But she would never understand why he refused to take her along. She loved him so much. Not a day went by that the pain did not echo through her mind and tear at her heart. She would give anything to just hear his voice again.

  But no one had heard from him for over a year.

  As Teagan entered her empty apartment and turned on the light, she found herself wondering if she would ever truly be over Corey. Was this just the way it was going to be forever? Did she really want to go through the rest of her life alone, done with romance at the age of twenty-eight?

  The truth was she just didn’t know.

  Teagan got settled in and sat down on the couch with a bowl of ice cream. She was just about to binge watch some episodes of “Orange is the New Black” when her phone rang. She groaned as she reached for her phone on the coffee table. She didn’t even have to look at it to know that it was Ellie. That girl’s mind went a mile a minute from one thing to the next, and she didn’t believe in texting. At least not as the first line of communication. Anything Ellie wanted to say she had to say over the phone or in person.

  “What?” Teagan answered.

  “Well, hello to you too,” Ellie’s familiar voice echoed.

  “Sorry. I just got home. I’m beat,” Teagan said.

  “Oh, that’s right. I forgot it's Wednesday.”

  Wednesday nights were Teagan’s busiest. She gave an extra class on those nights and an extra class first thing in the morning as well. She was hoping that eventually, she would be able to fill up all of those spots so she could stop the half-filled afternoon classes and consolidate more students into a few classes.

  “What’s going on? Did you and Jaden get back together yet?”

  “No. I told you I am through with him. This time it is for real,” Ellie insisted.

  Teagan laughed. “Yeah, right. You always say that, and you never stick to your guns. I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long.”

  “No way. I am through with him. He has done me wrong for the last time.”

  “Well, I’m glad to hear it. Did you call me just to brag that you haven’t gotten back together with him yet?”

  “Um, yeah… I’m really proud of myself. It’s like a record, right?”

  Teagan laughed. “You are hopeless. You know that right?”

  “I do know this,” Ellie said. “I thought you would be proud of me.”

  Teagan shook her head. “I am very proud of you, especially after you kept me up until three on the phone with you talking about all the times that Jaden has screwed you over and cheated on you. I’m glad to see you are finally getting some self-respect.”

  “Thank you,” Ellie said. “But that is not the only reason I called.”

  Teagan waited. Nothing.

  “Ok… what?” Teagan finally asked. Ellie loved to make people guess.

  “There is this really cute guy who just moved into my building,” Ellie said.

  “Wow, you are moving on that fast? That’s impressive, sweetie,” Teagan said knowing full well what Ellie was actually aiming at.

 
“No, goofball. I meant for you,” Ellie said. “You can be so dense sometimes.”

  “I’m messing with you,” Teagan said. “And you know I am not interested.”

  “What the hell? It’s been forever since you and Corey. I know the whole thing messed you up, but you have to get over this ‘I hate men’ kick and move on already. Sitting home alone every night stuffing your face with ice cream and watching Netflix is not healthy.”

  “How do you know that’s what I’m doing?”

  “Because I know you way too well,” Ellie said. “What kind of ice cream is sitting on your lap?”

  Teagan hated to tell Ellie how right she was. It was embarrassing.

  “It doesn’t matter; I am just not ready to date yet.”

  “I don’t think you will ever be ready. Want to know why?” Ellie asked.

  “No, but I have a feeling you are going to tell me anyway,” Teagan replied.

  “Because you like being miserable. That’s right, you love it.”

  “Give that lady a prize,” Teagan said. She did not at all agree, but she hated getting Ellie wound up. Her love life was not something she wanted to talk about or think about right now.

  And her ice cream was melting.

  She put the phone down and turned it on speaker

  to free her hands to devote her full efforts to her ice cream.

  “I’m serious. You love being miserable.”

  “I do not love being miserable,” Teagan said. “Who the hell loves being miserable?”

  “Well, you must. When was the last date you went on?”

  “I don’t know,” Teagan said.

  “It was Jack Dawson. Three months ago, and it was just coffee.”

  “Why does any of this matter to you? Just keep focused on your own love life, and I’ll keep focused on mine,” Teagan said. “I don’t need help. When I’m ready, it will happen.”