His Captive Bride

by Sophia Gray

  His Captive Bride

  Grim Rebels MC, Volume 1

  Sophia Gray

  Published by Sopris Page Press, 2018.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  HIS CAPTIVE BRIDE

  First edition. September 5, 2018.

  Copyright © 2018 Sophia Gray.

  ISBN: 978-1386506621

  Written by Sophia Gray.

  Also by Sophia Gray

  Anarchy's Reign MC

  The Baby Oath

  The Bride Oath

  The Biker Oath

  Angel's Keepers MC

  The Baby Vow

  The Bride Vow

  The Biker Vow

  A Rich & Reckless Romance

  His Bound Bride

  His Bound Woman

  His Bound Plaything

  Grim Rebels MC

  His Captive Bride

  His Captive Toy

  His Captive Pet

  The Bleeding Prophets MC

  Consume Me: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  Consume Me Faster: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  Consume Me Forever: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  The Cantonneli Mafia

  Moan: A Dark Bad Boy Mafia Romance

  Moan Louder: A Dark Bad Boy Mafia Romance

  Moan Tonight: A Dark Bad Boy Mafia Romance

  The Marauders MC

  Submission: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  Submit Again: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  Submit Tonight: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Also By Sophia Gray

  His Captive Bride (Grim Rebels MC, #1)

  HIS CAPTIVE BRIDE: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Grim Rebels MC Book 1)

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

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  HIS CAPTIVE BRIDE: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Grim Rebels MC Book 1)

  By Sophia Gray

  I was his prey. Now, I’m about to be his bride.

  I’VE SPENT YEARS RUNNING from my past.

  But there’s no running from the bad boy with my name on his list.

  He’ll either drag me back into the underworld I escaped...

  Or force me to the altar to become his dirty wife.

  Life’s not easy when you’re the devil’s daughter.

  The things I saw my father do used to haunt my nightmares.

  But that was the past. I’m a new person, now.

  I have a good life. A pure life. A happy life.

  And it’ll stay that way, as long as I keep away from dear old Daddy.

  Too bad he wants me back home.

  He sends his best man to come “retrieve” me – by any means necessary.

  And if my father is the Devil, then Vance Tate must be the Grim Reaper.

  He’s tall, dark, and deadly,

  With twisted tattoos that curve around his bulging muscles.

  And a weapon behind his zipper that looks capable of inflicting permanent damage.

  I know what’s going to happen if I try to run from the hitman.

  He’s going to chase me down.

  Pin me to a bed.

  And screw me senseless.

  But to my surprise, Vance Tate wants something more than to cross my name off his list.

  He doesn’t just want a quick bang, either.

  He wants to make me his wife.

  And God help me if I try to say no.

  Chapter One

  Teresa

  The phone rang loudly in the morning, waking her up. Teresa grunted into the pillow, trying to muffle the sound, but its continuous ringing would not cease. She groggily opened one eye and looked at the caller ID: Jimmy Love. She pressed decline, and the call stopped.

  She knew she would soon receive a new voicemail from her dad, but she couldn’t care less. Looking at the clock, she realized she had to get up and jumped in the shower, still tired and cranky. Her father kept calling her, even though she had made it very clear that she did not want to have anything to do with him.

  A cold shower and an abundant breakfast were enough to lighten up her mood. She got dressed and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror before leaving her home: her dark, long hair pulled back in a ponytail emphasized the sharp contours of her face. She had a strong jaw, but she liked it. She did one last outfit check and nodded in approval; she had chosen a white shirt and a skirt – not very formal but simple, which she liked.

  From the neck of the shirt peeked one of her many tattoos. It was the head of a bull, her father’s gang insignia. She brushed it with her fingertips. Like a scar, it was a reminder of the life she had sworn to abandon, which was why she had not removed it or covered it up with makeup or clothes. Day by day, she was reminded of the blazing bull on her neck and shoulder; the place that she vowed to never go back to.

  She grabbed her bag and headed to the subway. On the way to the charity, she couldn’t resist listening to the voicemail messages on her phone. A couple of them were from her friends who wanted to meet after her shift, but she also received six messages from her father.

  “Teresa, please come back home....” Deleted.

  “Teresa, this ain’t right. Yer place is in this club. Ye can’t run from this life!” Deleted.

  “Goddammit, Teresa, yer my daughter and ye have to do as I tell ye!” Deleted.

  “I miss ye, Teresa, please. The club needs ye, I’m...” Deleted.

  “I have something to tell ye, Teresa, but I need ye to...” Deleted.

  “Teresa, I’m commanding ye to come back! I want ye to get married and take over the club someday, and I found the perfect husband for ye...” Deleted.

  “Oh, sure,” she muttered sarcastically, putting her phone back in her purse. “As if I would marry one of his men. Or any man, for that matter,”

  She got off at her stop and walked the streets confidently. She wasn’t oblivious to the many eyes of men she drew, even if she did not mean to, but she couldn’t care less. She had given up on dating long ago. After all, her father had been the worst role model, and every man she dated when she was still in the gang had turned out to be just like him: aggressive, controlling, manipulative, and mean.

  Why would she ever want to date again? Teresa wanted to focus on the new life she made for herself after she finally ran away from her father’s grip. She got a great job at a nightclub and during the day she worked as a volunteer at a soup kitchen. She loved it! The only thing she regretted was that she had never been able to finish her studies, and she knew it was too late now. But her job was decent and paid the bills, and left her enough free time to do charitable work.

  “Hello, everyone!” she greeted as she entered the kitchen called Silver Spoons for Charity. She had always liked the idea of volunteering, but the Grim Rebels were not the kind of motorcycle club that was into charity, so she never got the chance. Her father was more interested in gam
bling, weapons, alcohol, and drugs. That was why the first thing she did when she ran away from home was find a non-profit organization, and Silver Spoons for Charity was perfect.

  “Hi, Teresa!” her manager Peter answered. He was a nice guy. He was still in his early forties, married, had two twin girls, and was the kind of person that gave everything he had to make people happy, especially his daughters. He was the exact opposite of her father. Looking at him, Teresa hoped that the world had more Peters in it than Jimmy Loves.

  “Where do you want me today, Pete?” she asked, leaving her purse in a locker and grabbing an apron. “Serving? Cooking? Cleaning?” Teresa had been working there for so long that she had been in every position they had. “I’d love to cook today, though. I overheard yesterday that you want to serve mushroom soup as a starter and you know I have a knack for mushrooms!”

  Peter chuckled and shook his head. He was carrying a large pile of papers, and that was one of the things she did not envy him for: the amount of paperwork that came with owning a charity. That was one of the reasons she did not open her own restaurant – that and the fact she did not feel prepared.

  “Sorry, but not today. I have something else for you.”

  “Oh, okay.” Teresa pouted a bit, trying to make him change his mind. That face usually did the trick, but apparently not this time.

  Peter laughed. “Don’t give me that look! Today we have a new recruit, and I want you to show him around. He’s never done this kind of work before, and I want him to start serving food – he’s not hard on the eyes, if you know what I mean, and the ladies will love him. So, Teresa, can you show him the place, teach him how everything works, and stay with him at the serving bar and supervise?”

  A newbie! Teresa loved teaching newbies. Sometimes she even thought that she would have made a good teacher, but that meant going back to college, which wasn’t an option right now, or maybe ever. She tended to muse a lot about different jobs she could do but never did anything to change what she already did.

  “Sure! Who is he?” she asked, full of enthusiasm.

  “His name is Vance Tate; he’ll be here in half an hour or so,” Peter answered and then disappeared again inside his office. Teresa heard a loud bang and a muffled curse and immediately knew that Peter had dropped all his papers on the floor, as he usually did. Chuckling, she left her boss alone and resumed preparing and tidying up the place.

  Teresa was cleaning and lending a hand in the kitchen when, half an hour later, she heard the bell and the door opening and closing again. That had to be Tate, unless he was not on time – and that would not be good because Teresa valued punctuality a lot.

  Standing in the doorway was a young man who looked to be around her age, and incredibly handsome. She looked him over briefly. He was tall with clearly defined muscles and had a pretty face framed by his short, slightly messy, blond hair. He looks like a pop star!

  “Vance?” she asked, walking over to greet him. The man smiled, and Teresa could tell he won many people over with that smile. His hair fell graciously on his forehead, and he moved it casually, revealing his deep, green eyes. He could pass for the model in a magazine, if it were not for the shy look on his face.

  How cute, Teresa thought, biting the inside of her cheeks to prevent herself from smiling too much.

  “Yes, hi. I’m Vance Tate, and it’s my first day here. Nice to meet you...” He trailed off questioningly when he realized he did not know her name.

  “Teresa. Teresa Love,” she replied with a smile and signaled for Vance to follow her. “I’ll be showing you around for the day.”

  “Thanks, Teresa. That would be great.” He smiled again, and Teresa’s heart skipped a beat. Damn, he’s handsome! “I’ll try to do my best.”

  “I’m pretty sure you will. It’s hard to mess up,” she replied jokingly with a smile, trying to remove any unnecessary thought from her head. She focused on the task at hand and soon was able to look at Vance without getting all flustered or smiling too much that bordered on creepy.

  She showed him the place and introduced him to the rest of the crew.

  “Vance, this is Maggie, our best chef. She makes the best Chicken Pot Pie.” Teresa pointed to a large, round woman in the kitchen. Maggie was busy stirring two large pots full of soup and smiled at him when he entered the kitchen area.

  “Those two over there are Ashley and Raphael.” Teresa pointed to a young couple that was peeling, chopping, and slicing vegetables. “They’re usually Maggie’s assistants. Although we do not have fixed roles, everyone lends a hand here and there, but these three are almost always in the kitchen. When you taste their meals, you will understand why!” She laughed.

  Vance smiled and greeted them.

  “I’m Vance Tate, the newbie.” He saluted.

  Teresa then pulled him out of the kitchen and led him to the pantry, where a tall, black boy was moving boxes around.

  “Hey, Jacob, meet our new recruit!” she said. Jacob was as tall as Vance and twice his size.

  “Nice to meet you, Jacob. I’m Vance Tate, and if I can be of any help, please let me know,” Vance said formally. Jacob laughed wholeheartedly when he heard Vance’s polite introduction.

  “I like him!” Jacob exclaimed and patted Vance twice on the shoulder before going back to work. Vance lost his balance and was about to kiss the floor when Teresa grabbed him and pulled him out of the pantry.

  “He does that to everyone – you’ll get used to it.” Teresa laughed, referring to Jacob’s particular salute.

  “I’m sure I will. Is there anyone else I should meet?” he asked.

  “Well, you already know Pete, and there are several more people that work here, but they are not coming today. Depends on your shift,” she said, leading Vance to the bar.

  “What am I going to do?” he asked.

  “Pete wants you serving to start out, so today you will learn how everything works behind the counter. It’s the easiest job, but you’ll rotate around every position we have in time.”

  She started explaining how the charity worked and how to serve the food, talk to the customers, and retrieve the tickets. Soon they went from polite small talk to a deeper conversation about charities and volunteering.

  Vance amazed Teresa; he learned fast and was very intelligent. He was kind to the customers and the elderly and was very funny and clever. He was not like any of the guys she was used to, and definitely nothing like her father.

  She could tell it was going to be fun working with him.

  Chapter Two

  Vance

  When his boss approached him to explain his proposition, Vance couldn’t believe his luck. Vance had joined the Grim Rebels just a few months ago, and was still one of the rookies of the motorcycle gang, although he knew that his lieutenants valued him and usually put in good words about him to the boss – but he just did not imagine that he would ask him to do that.

  “Tate!” he commanded one night after several rounds of whiskey and ale. Vance was with his lieutenant and was surprised by his boss: Jimmy Love had never spoken to him before so directly. He went over and greeted him, trying to show respect and hide his nervousness.

  “Yes, boss? Need anything?” Vance asked, standing still.

  His boss looked at him with an evaluating look in his eyes. He was examining him, and Vance stood stoically under his gaze, hiding his sweaty palms against his trousers.

  “Yer a young man, not bad to look at - and I’ve seen yer ways with them ladies,” Jimmy said. It was true – Vance knew he was physically attractive and he had yet to encounter a woman who did not swoon over him. He allowed himself to smile a little cockily and agreed with his boss.

  “Yes, sir, I am not bad at it.” He tried to be modest but failed completely. He was very proud of his record with women: if he wanted one, he got one. Always. He could conquer a shy one as easily as a fiery one, although they never lasted long at his side. One or two nights at most, and Vance was already looking for a new
lover – he got bored of them quickly. The fun part was the chase.

  “Follow me, Tate.” Jimmy Love got up from his seat and went to his office. Vance followed him, and once they were alone, his boss handed him an envelope with photographs inside. He peered at the girl in the photos. She was easily the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Tall, strong, and curvy, with long black hair and a dangerous look in her blue eyes that was enticing even in a simple photo.

  “That’s me daughter,” Jimmy explained.

  Vance jolted slightly as if he was caught doing something wrong. “I didn’t know you had a daughter, sir.” Vance was confused. Those pictures had been taken in the gang, yet he had never seen or heard anything about her.

  “That’s ‘cause she ran away a year ago, before ye joined us,” Jimmy said gruffly, and Vance felt the anger in his boss’ voice. He was not happy about his runaway daughter.

  “Do you want me to track her down and bring her home?” Vance guessed. His boss laughed.

  “Something like that. Ye see, I am not on good terms with me Teresa, but I want her home. So, I want ye to marry her, that’s all. Get her to marry ye, bring her home... and yer inherit the Grim Rebels.”

  The offer was as blunt as his boss and Vance had to remind himself to breathe. Coughing a bit, he looked down at the pictures again. Marry his boss’s daughter and inherit the club. The whole thing sounded crazy, but this deal could not be any sweeter, Vance knew that. He would be set for life.

  “I suppose it will not be easy,” he mused out loud. There had to be a trick somewhere.

  “No, I do not think it will. She mustn’t know I sent ye, of course – and after the wedding, ye must bring her to me and yer both inherit the club,” Jimmy explained, getting a flask out of a drawer and swigging from it. His boss did not offer it to Vance, but he did not care.

  Vance thought about it briefly. He didn’t think making Teresa fall for him would be that hard. And after the wedding, he only had to drag her home and take over the club. Sounded easy and tempting. The hardest part would be to keep everything a secret, but he knew he couldn’t pass up this request, so he agreed to do it.