by Karen Renee
She turned wide eyes to him. “Yeah!”
“It’s a foreclosure, so it’s not perfect. And it’s completely empty, Zee. You’re gonna—”
“Show me where we’re raising our son,” she demanded.
His eyes closed as he sighed. He opened them to look into her eyes. “Could be a girl.”
She shrugged. “Show me our soon-to-be home, Brute.”
Half an hour later, his buddy said, “I’ll give you newlyweds a few minutes alone.”
Brute nodded, but Kenzie pulled him deep into the living room. “What is it, Kenzie?”
Her eyes darted around before meeting his. “Do we have time to christen it?”
He threw his head back and laughed.
With unexpected firmness, she put a hand to his chest. “I wasn’t joking!”
He covered her hand with his. “You think short stuff will like it?”
Her look turned incredulous. “To quote you, are you shitting me? Two swing sets. Oh, and there are stairs! She’ll love it.”
His forehead rested on hers. “I take it you like it, then?”
Her blue eyes brightened with wetness before she spoke. “I don’t like it, I love it. This house is exactly like you. Something so perfect, I didn’t think it existed. A total dream come true.”
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For a Reason
Trinity
“Trinity, I said this last year, but I can’t stress it enough. Don’t. Do. This.”
A red light forced me to stop and watch the Harley roll into the parking lot of an apartment complex. My gut and my brain were at odds. I wanted to follow the rider into the lot, but my gut said to park street-side around the corner. In following anyone, I knew hesitation equaled disaster.
“Did you hear me?” Olivia asked.
The light turned green, and I followed my gut, motoring my small sedan around the corner.
“I heard you, Liv. Now, a year ago, and all the times in between. But, time’s running out and I decided today’s the day.”
She sighed. “Why not tomorrow? I don’t have work tomorrow, which means I can be your wing-woman. And confronting a man like him... you need a wing-woman.”
She was probably right, but I needed to get this show on the road. “If I don’t text you in two hours, send someone to the address I send you.”
“Fine, but I don’t like this. I’m supposed to have your back, and I can’t do that from here.”
I grinned. “It’ll be fine. I’ve been following him off and on for over a year. Talk to you soon.”
With my cell tucked into my back pocket, I hustled to the sidewalk leading to the apartments. For some reason, he’d parked well away from his unit. In the past three months, he hadn’t done that.
I walked four feet along the side of the building when an arm wrapped around my chest from behind; the hand gripping my shoulder. The attacker’s other hand went to my mouth to stifle my scream.
A rich voice I hadn’t heard in weeks filled my ear. “Shut the fuck up, bitch. You’ve been following me, and I want to know why.”
It finally happened.
My luck had run out.
He released his hold on my chest, and his hand fell away from my mouth. Then, using more force than necessary, he whirled me around and shoved me against the wall. He put a large hand to my upper chest to hold me in place. As beautiful as brick buildings are, I never realized how gritty and coarse they were until my back was pressed against one.
He cut into my thoughts with his snarled question. “Who the fuck are you?”
My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. He’d met me at his mother’s apartment over a year ago, and he’d seen me there a few weeks ago. I was at Marie’s place for a college football game, along with several of her other friends. She watched football like other older women watched soap operas. He had nodded at me when he dropped by, though he did that while glancing through me and five other women - most of them old enough to be my mother.
He gave me a shake. “I don’t get violent with women, but you’re fucking with me. You don’t tell me who you are, you force me to—”
“Trinity Benoit. We’ve met.”
His light brown eyes traveled up and down my face. “The hell we have.”
I didn’t know what the up-and-down movement of his eyes meant, but obviously I hadn’t made an impression.
When I nodded, I heard my hair rubbing against the bricks and grimaced. “We have. At your mother’s about eighteen months ago. You saw me there a few weeks back. I’m her neighbor.”
He dropped his hand from my body. As he crossed his arms over his chest, he stepped into my space like he thought I might run.
The coldness in his voice would make Jack Frost jealous. “I’ve never met you. Why the fuck are you following me, Trinity?”
This wasn’t going to plan. In all of my visions, I didn’t expect Roman to get the drop on me.
He lowered his volume, but amped up the sinisterness of his tone. “Why are you trailing me, bitch?”
“I need your help,” I breathed.
His head reared back. I’d surprised him, but it didn’t clear the anger from his eyes. Those gorgeous, tawny eyes swept my face and my body. “No fuckin’ way I can help you with a damn thing.”
“But—”
He leaned toward me. “Following me was a bad idea.”
“It wasn’t intentional.”
His eyes narrowed. “You take me for a fuckin’ idiot.”
“No, I—”
“Been following me for three goddamn weeks. Spotted your ass when I left Twisted Talons. You were a man, you’d be laid out at a minimum right now.”
“I need a husband,” I blurted.
Definitely not going to plan.
He shook his head. “I heard you wrong. Rich bitch like you needs a man, and what? You feel like slumming it with a biker?”
That was insulting. To me and to him. I would never consider being with him as ‘slumming.’ For one thing, he turned women’s heads almost everywhere he went, and even though I didn’t know him very well, I knew he had more charisma in his little finger than ninety percent of the well-to-do men my mother wanted me to date.
“No—”
A malicious smile curled his lips. “Bitch, you don’t know who I am. I’ve been many women’s ‘get-out-of-jail-free’ card. I got no problems with a woman cheating on her man. How the fuck do you think I’ll treat my wife?”
I opened my mouth, but words wouldn’t form because I didn’t know that about him. Then again, I had to consider my source. No way would he tell Marie that.
Satisfaction edged into his expression. “Yeah. But, I’ll be clearer. I won’t give the first fuck about my wife.”
He stepped back, and the arch of his eyebrow said we were done.
No, none of this had gone as planned. But it was time to lower my own boom.
“You’ll give a fuck if she’s going to put you in jail.”
His eyes narrowed. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Four bodies turned up in a meth cook house fourteen months ago.”
He shook his head. “Your point?”
“You set that fire.”
If Marie hadn’t mentioned it, I’d have missed the nervous tick of his lip. “You’re full of shit, Trinity.”
My lips tipped up. “I’m not.”
“Hearsay,” he muttered.
“Video proof. It’ll be in the fire marshall’s inbox the moment you unbutton your jeans for another woman.”
He barked a mirthless laugh. “Not even married, and already you’re a fuckin’ nag.”
I turned my head to the side. Disappointment flooding my system. “It’s not like that.”
“The fuck it isn’t,” he clipped out.
I glared at him.
His chest heaved with a silent chuckle. �
�Here’s a tip. You want a husband, blackmail isn’t a good start.”
“It wasn’t supposed to be this way.”
His head tilted, and his tone turned condescending. “It wasn’t? Please, princess, tell me how it’s supposed to be.”
“I was following you for a reason.”
He nodded. “To trap me and then blackmail me.”
I exhaled slow and silent. “Last year, I was following you for a different reason. I didn’t mean to catch you doing... what you do.”
He ran a hand down his face, his thumb snagging his lower lip as he stared daggers at me. Then, “This is bullshit. Stop fuckin’ following me.”
My mouth dropped open.
He turned on his heel and sauntered toward his apartment.
When my feet finally moved, he was at his door. “What about the video?” I yelled.
Even from a distance, I saw his eyes glitter. “Send it, baby. But, with a name like Trinity, I doubt you’ve got the guts.”
FROM MY BED, I TEXTED Olivia goodnight.
I hadn’t shared with her about my confrontation with Roman, and I wasn’t going to either. All of it was humiliating, but his parting words were horrible. I hated how he’d emphasized ‘baby’ with so much disdain.
Worst of all, though, he was right. I wouldn’t send the video, but it wasn’t because I didn’t have the guts.
If he only knew.
His mother had everything to do with it. She didn’t want him to know, but he needed to know. She’d sworn me to secrecy, but time was running out - for her and for me.
He deserved to know... but then, that’s how I got into this crazy mess.
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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Thank you to my readers! I cannot do this without you. It’s always an honor that you take your time with my books and for that I’ll always be grateful!
Huge kudos to the book bloggers and the team at Enticing Journeys. I appreciate your support more than you’ll ever know.
My gratitude to the beta readers who gave me their feedback on Brute & Kenzie’s story.
Thank you to Eric Battershell Photography and Johnny Kane for such a stunning cover photo.
Barbara J. Bailey, as always, my gratitude for your editing savvy. And thank you for pointing out how ‘real’ I made a certain scene... I didn’t change it, and I appreciate the feedback.
Thank you to my husband, son, and all my friends and family. Having your support means so much. I know I always say that, but it’s the truth.
Other books by Karen Renee
Please visit your favorite eBook retailer to discover other books by Karen Renee:
The Riot MC Series
Unforeseen Riot
Inciting a Riot
Into the Riot
Calming the Riot
Foolish Riot
Respectable Riot
Starting the Riot
A Friendsgiving Riot – a short story found in Romancing the Holidays Available Now!
THE BETA SERIES
Beta Test
Beta Sites Coming in 2022
RIOT MC BILOXI CHAPTER Series
Harm’s Way
Brute’s Strength
Roman’s War Coming Fall 2021
THE O-TOWN SERIES
Relentless Habit
Wild Forces
Abrupt Changes
Holiday Fixation (An O-Town short story) – found in Romancing the Holidays, Vol. Two Available September 22, 2021
About Karen Renee
Karen Renee is the award-winning author of the Riot Motorcycle Club, Beta, and O-Town series of books. She once crunched Nielsen ratings data but these days she brings her imagination to life by writing books. She has wanted to be a writer since she was very young, but it's taken the last twenty plus years for her to amass enough courage and overall life experience to bring that dream to life. Some of those life experiences came from the wonderful world of advertising, banking, and local television media research. She is a proud wife and mother, and a Jacksonville native. When she's not at the soccer field or cooking, you can find her at her local library, the grocery store, in her car jamming out to some tunes, or hibernating while she writes and/or reads books.
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