Save Grace (Blood Legion MC Book 2)

by Rie Warren

  Holy hell.

  My feet ate the pavement. My brain burned rubber.

  As soon as she’d exited the clubhouse and I’d gotten my hothead under control, I’d found Hunter. “You didn’t say the doc was a woman.”

  “Does that make a difference?” He’d looked mildly amused at my predicament.

  I decided right then and there Hunter was a dick. I didn’t care if he’d saved my life a time or two.

  Did it make a difference Ronnie was really Veronica? It shouldn’t. But for some reason it did.

  I could just kill Hunter and be done with this whole reentry into civilian life shebang, but he’d done me a solid getting me into Retribution MC.

  Ratcheting down on my speed, I jogged back to my house. I’d burned two hours, only five more to go until it was Veronica time.

  ****

  At exactly ten on that fine March morning, I strolled into Retribution MC, blowing off sexy Doctor Hartley for the third time. I was courting danger and I knew it. I kind of wanted it. Well, I wanted her more than I’d wanted any woman I’d ever met. Hence she was more dangerous than any IED.

  I couldn’t face her digging into my head and unraveling all my weaknesses just yet.

  It was only midmorning but a handful of dudes, including Hunter, lounged around the clubhouse. None of these men had had it easy, but they didn’t go around moping or sissy-sighing. They bucked up, marched on, got the job done, and looked after their own.

  And they also bullshitted a lot.

  Tail and Handsome traded covert threats while knocking pool balls on one of the maroon-covered tables. Kinkaid curled over huge sheets of paper spread out on the bar. Coletrane stood next to him with a pencil planted behind his ear.

  Kinkaid had just received his MC patch last night. He’d been prime stud real estate, from what I’d heard, but only had eyes for his best friend Sadie from the Ladies of Redemption sister charter. They’d recently shacked up together, and the lovey-dovey was in the air.

  I squinted at the plans he flicked through. “Shouldn’t you be at home with your woman?”

  “Exam week.”

  “Hooked a college girl, huh?”

  “She’s a damn fine painter, studying at CofC downtown. Sadie’s gonna be famous one day.” A note of pride filled his voice.

  “What’s all this then?” I angled my head for a closer look at the blueprints.

  Kinkaid did an awkward shuffle, which was funny on a big boy who’d been, until recently, a very popular stripper. “Plans for a dance school?”

  “Who are you teaching the moves to?” I asked.

  “Male exotic dancers.” The dude with the platinum blond fade grinned at me.

  “Tail’s his first customer!” Cole called out to the clubhouse denizen, whose long hair flipped back at the same time he flipped his middle finger at Cole.

  Tail cupped his crotch and lewdly swung his hips. “I was just kiddin’ about that shit. Got all the moves I need right here.”

  Tuck, the MC treasurer, strolled out of the back hallway with his kegger of a belly and his gray handlebar whiskers leading the way. “I heard Bo Diddley was in the house.”

  Cole snickered. “Bo Jangles.”

  I raised an eyebrow.

  “Fuck that. What about Bo Derek?” Tail stroked his fist up and down his pool stick.

  “How about Bo-wie”—I unsheathed KA-BAR number one and sent it whistling past Tail’s ear at the far end of the room until it went tuning-fork, slamming into the wall beside his head—“knife?”

  Tail looked like he’d shat his leathers. Good thing none of his usual fuck buddies were in the house.

  “I can do a demonstration if you like.” I retrieved my blade and returned to the bar.

  Kinkaid looked wide-eyed at me. Coletrane grinned off to the side. I peeled out of my shirt and rolled my shoulders a few times.

  Hunter nodded his head.

  Tail stuck two fingers in his mouth for an ear-splitting wolf whistle. “You sure you aren’t tryin’ to give Kinky Kaid a run for his money, taking your clothes off like that? I got some dollah bills righ’chere.”

  A smile spread across my face, and I knew it was dark and sinister. Pulling out a second knife from my boot, I flipped the other one off the bar and into my right hand. Moving into the middle of the room, I found my center. The stone cold killer concentration.

  The blades whipped and flipped from hand to hand. I targeted, moved in, crouched, thrust, spun. I swiveled, twisted, threw, and retrieved in flash fast Krav Maga combat moves meant to kill but this time for pure entertainment value.

  Sending the last knife overarm, I nailed it to the wall between two Retribution brothers.

  Tail’s eyebrows shot up as the hilt hummed beside his face for the second time in twenty minutes. “Fuck me. I’m glad he’s on our side.”

  “No shit.” Hunter handed me my shirt. “Could’ve used you when Valderas raided the club.”

  My torso glistening and my muscles pumped up, I saluted my audience and they clapped with appreciative nods.

  “And that, my friends, is why y’all should sign up for some classes with HardCorps Gym.”

  “Nice plug.” Cole fist bumped me.

  “Hey, I got a plug right for ya here. Didn’t know you were into that kind of thing.” I joked with the dude.

  “Oh. I know my way around a butt plug, Bo. Just not one used on me.”

  His comment gained huge guffaws from the growing crowd.

  Yeah. I figured there was a story behind the giant industrial chains he wore around his neck and wrists. Maybe the dude was a Dom? I couldn’t picture him as a sub, but you never knew. Plus, the heavy hardware on his neck . . . I knew enough about the lifestyle to be dangerous. I wondered if Hunter had any insight. He had his nose in almost everyone’s business, always quietly investigating in the background.

  Hunter toed up in front of me. “We got company.”

  “That was impressive, Captain Maverick.” A low feminine voice struck my ears.

  I pivoted around, jerking to attention as I came face to face with none other than Veronica Hartley.

  Goddamn.

  I swiped a hand over my sweaty brow and bit back a moan as I took her in. She wore another one of those killer suits. The pants somehow floated around her legs but left nothing of her fine, fine ass to the imagination when she sashayed on snap-crack high heels to the KA-BAR I’d sent sailing into the wall during my grand finale. Veronica pulled it out, tested the custom-made grip in the palm of her hand, and let fly with effortless aim toward me.

  I watched the incoming blade, standing my ground. Maybe she’d gouge my fucking eyes out and save me the trouble. Castration might be an option since my cock definitely misbehaved around her, and I’d only seen her twice. Things were bound to get worse for the troublemaker in my pants.

  No such luck.

  The knife found home directly between my booted feet, the hilt quivering as the blade stuck into the floor.

  My cock quivered in my pants, and there was someplace I wanted to bury it to the hilt.

  That shit was insanely sexy. And I needed to get fucking laid pronto by someone other than my would-be-therapist.

  “Screw Maverick. We want the hot doc on our team.” Tail stared at the woman as if maybe he could change her mind about him by sheer force of will alone.

  If anyone else called her hot doc within my hearing range, I might have to go bloody warfare on him.

  “Where the hell did you learn moves like that?” I asked, my voice gruff.

  “You’re not the only one with hidden talents, Captain Maverick.” Veronica marched up and stood in front of me, her hands on her hips.

  No shit. I hope her talents extend to some serious cock sucking.

  In the high heels she reached my nose. The suit didn’t hide her figure at fucking all. The short jacket that flared below her waist and long flowing pants only served to highlight full breasts, hourglass hips, and that ass.

  Her
ripe body, her sensual face, and her shiny red hair all shouted sexy-as-fuck, but she seemed to be trying to tone it down with the suits and hairstyle and severe glasses.

  Hated to tell it to her, but her blazing sexuality had no dial-down.

  She was exactly how I’d dreamed her, only this time her generous lips weren’t wrapped around my dick but busy giving me another kind of tongue-lashing. How the hell had I remembered her looks just so, just right, after one meeting the night before? That was my payback for being a trained scout and sniper. Photographic motherfucking memory.

  Make that a pornographic memory.

  I tuned back in as her tirade petered out. The crew chuckled—completely entertained by the doc taking me to task—while I went all duh-huh?

  “What was that?” I rubbed my palm over my jaw then crossed my arms over my bare chest.

  Only this time Veronica didn’t hear me. She was too busy taking her own inventory. I widened my stance and stared down at her through half-lidded eyes. Her gaze walked all over me from the top of my head to my face, to my tense neck and down over my arms and torso. She didn’t stop at the low waist of my jeans, either.

  Interesting.

  “What’s up, Doc?” I dipped my chin lower with a smug grin.

  She lifted her head, a sneer on her lips. “Like I haven’t heard that one before.” She held up the hand. “You can stop right there. I’ve heard all the jokes, listened to all the excuses. I’ll tell you what’s up. You. Made. An. Appointment. I bill by the hour, and I always give and get my money’s worth.”

  I opened my mouth to reply, but she stalked forward and slammed her hand over my lips.

  “Now you’re coming with me if I have to drag you out of here on your ass.”

  Damn. Ronnie was ripshit pissed. I tried to hide it with a scowl, but I seriously liked it.

  “Oh yeah? You and what army?” I was only half serious as I mumbled behind her hand.

  She dropped back. “I’m the only army you need right now. Stop showing off, put on your damn clothes, and hustle.”

  “Right on, Doc!” Kinkaid knocked his knuckles on the bar top.

  “Woman, you’ve got balls. You just lemme know if Bo gives you any guff.” Tuck leaned into her.

  Jerking on my shirt, I muttered obscenities about my so-called brethren under my breath.

  “We got your back, bro!” Hunter shouted after me as I trailed Veronica to the door, no small amount of amusement in his tone.

  The MC door shut behind us, and she swerved toward a gleaming black Jag. I stomped in the opposite direction to my Triumph.

  She spun around and caught my forearm. “Where do you think you’re going?”

  “To my motorcycle so I can follow you?”

  She snorted. “I don’t think so. I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

  Veronica towed me to her Jaguar and I considered dragging my heels, but I was twenty-eight, not a petulant three-year-old toddler about to throw a tantrum in a parking lot.

  I only pouted a little.

  Opening the passenger door, she motioned me to get my rear in gear and get inside.

  I gave her a long slow look. “For someone so small, you sure got a hell of a nerve, lady.”

  As soon as I folded my legs inside she leaned over. “Get used to it.”

  She slammed the door in my face.

  Damn.

  Seemed I’d met my match.

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  Badass, sassafras Rie Warren is an OG Amazon All Star author of Bad Boy books and MC romance. She delivers five star sex, suspense, and the best banter around. Her stories are one hundred percent original, do not contain fluffy plots or virgin brides, and wring every last emotion from readers to leave them with a satisfied smile. Rie’s tough alpha males are never brought to heel, but are instead healed by the feisty femme fatale of their perfect match.

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