by Ethan Egorov
“How can you get more exotic than Vegas and then New Orleans by way of Vegas?”
“Oh I can definitely find trouble probably anywhere on the globe.”
“Hah! Yes it certainly does seem to follow you. Do you have any other old friends that I should know about? Preferably any that will get you involved in a plot that will potentially kill both of us?”
“Nah. I really don’t have any other friends, just a few of the women at the salon and we just mainly gossip about each other and talk fashion.”
“Hmm well that’s good I suppose. None of them have any priors do they?”
“Hah! Trent stop! I’m sure that you have people in your life with hang ups too. After all are you certain there’s no other psycho ex-girlfriends you want to tell me about? You know, are there are other Rachelle’s lurking in your closet that want to take over my life or lock me away in some dungeon?”
“Hmm… I don’t think so, unless you count the woman at the bakery who sells me and Pop cannoli’s I mean I think she may have a dark past we don’t know about. Sometimes she looks shady and shifty-eyed when she takes my credit card.”
“Oooh you better watch her. How’s the knee Trent?”
“Ya know I think it’s going to be okay. The doc did look at it though and he says that the important thing is to keep working it out. He said that I’m not in any danger of needing a replacement, but I do have to keep exercising it, otherwise I’m looking at a potential blow out in the future.”
“So no baseball?”
“Nah baseball’s fine. Getting shot is off limits as is tackling armed thugs. So for right now I have to take it easy.”
“Mmm…my sexy action hero. I like it when you act like a tough guy.”
“Act? Who says it’s an act? How’s your head wound, Kristina?”
Kristina chuckled softly then rested her head on Trent’s shoulder once more. She had sat down her cocoa mug and was now simply enjoying being next to her man. “Ya know Trent, I’m getting really really tired or being hit in the head. It seems like every single time there’s a conflict on a job or anything that involves you I somehow come away with a concussion. My hair also is just not doing a very good job of soaking up blood any longer. I can only do so many hot oil treatments on it before there’s permanent damage.”
“I’m just glad you’re okay, hair included. You really worried me this time, I mean had we not found you, I don’t know what I would have done. I know that Cassandra would have probably taken the brunt of my anger had you been harmed. I mean if there was permanent damage I would have never forgiven her. You’re the most important thing to me Kristina, I hope you realize that.”
They watched as the fire still crackled in the fireplace, but Trent suddenly felt a chill in the air. “Hey, are you cold?”
Kristina nodded and Trent unwrapped himself from her embrace. He walked into the kitchen first to place their mugs up. Kristina heard him rattling through some drawers and then he returned with a few extra fire logs. He bent over the fireplace and his jeans clung tightly to his backside as he made tiny motions with the poker and the new pieces of wood. He still wasn’t satisfied with the heat level, so he walked back into the kitchen and collected a bottle of lighter fluid that was in one of the cabinets. Apparently there was an issue in the past with the same logs not wanting to light. Kristina watched with amusement as he squired a few drops into the still burning fireplace and Trent stepped back quickly out of panic. He then laughed and pointed to his eyebrows. “They’re still good, I promise!” He then took the remaining fire logs and threw them into the blaze. He walked back into the kitchen and returned the lighter fluid. To Kristina’s surprise, he returned with a bottle of champagne he had stashed somewhere in the cupboards and also a bouquet of red roses.
“Are you warmer now?”
“Trent! What on earth is this?”
“Well I figured that a beautiful woman being with me in a remote mountain cabin would be a great thing to celebrate. These are for you. I tried to match your beauty, but the flowers certainly don’t compare.”
Kristina sat up and took off the blanket that she had been huddled under. She accepted the bouquet and flashed Trent a wide grin. “Thank you, you really didn’t have to go to all that trouble Trenton.”
“This…no this was simple in comparison to getting an Elvis impersonator booked for a private show. That’s what our trip taught me though. I suppose sometimes simple is better.”
“I’ll agree with you there. So are you just going to stand there or are you going to pop that bottle of champagne?”
“No. I’m not going to pop it just yet?”
“Why’s that?”
Kristina’s mouth dropped when Trent knelt down in front of her and pulled out a tiny box from his flannel shirt’s right front pocket. “I’m not celebrating anything until I know the answer to this question. Kristina, I have loved you for many years you know this. You also know that I’m not really a man prone to long speeches and most of the time I just grunt when I want or need anything. I wanted to take my time with this moment though. From the moment you entered my life I knew you were special. I felt a deep bond with you that no other woman has been able to come close to in comparison. Every time you went away a part of me died. I’m at the point in my life where I can’t keep dying these little deaths Kristina. I can’t live anymore knowing that you could be somewhere halfway across the world in trouble and I can’t get to you. I’m not asking to possess you, I’m not asking you to drop everything you’re accustomed to in an effort to be Susie Homemaker. I know that you’re not ready to have apron strings and I’m okay with that. All I’m asking is that you promise me that you’ll be my wife and we’ll sort out all the messy details down the road. Life is short Kristina and I can’t continue living until I know the answer.”
“Damn Trenton. For a man who says he doesn’t like to make long speeches that was certainly a long one. Oh you big lug. I know that I don’t tell you this quite enough, but you complete me in ways that no other man has or will. You’ve touched a part of my soul that’s more intimate than anything physical. You’re the only one I want to call my husband. So yes Trent. I’ll be your wife and I promise to make concessions for you. I’ll listen to your grunting and try to figure out how to be everything you want and also everything you need.”
“You said yes?”
“Hah! Yes! Yes! Yes! Do I need to say it louder?”
“Haha! You said yes! Oh wow! Oh Kristina. I love you so much. Thank you for accepting my proposal. Now hold out your glass and we’ll celebrate properly.”
Kristina watched the light from the fireplace make patterns in the glistening diamond of her ring and she smiled in true joy seeing Trent fumble with the champagne bottle with shaking hands. He meant every word he said, she knew that now. He was her rock and her constant. Sure she didn’t quite see herself as ready to settle down, but he didn’t seem to be in any hurry. She just knew that she wanted to spend every waking minute with the mobster that stole her heart. The champagne cork popped finally and Trent filled both of their glasses to the brim. They then clinked them together and Trent said, “To our new lives together may we have much joy, happiness, good fortune, and good health.”
“May we also have a peaceful wedding filled with friends and family. Hopefully no one gets hit in the head or there’s any gunshots.”
“The only shots fired at our wedding will be when we pull off in our limo with ‘just married’ written on the back of it, I can promise you that.”
“You better not break anymore promises to me Trenton, do you understand me, you big lug? You promised that Vegas would be just a nice little road trip and some time to relax and have fun.”
“Well you’re having fun now aren’t you?”
“Absolutely.”
“Well then I told you this mountain trip would be fun too. See, I’m a man of my word.”
“Come here.” Kristina then wrapped her arms around Trent’s neck and pulled
him close to her. She could smell his aftershave and felt some stubble against her smooth skin. She would never get tired of feeling his skin on hers. In fact she couldn’t wait for their honeymoon night. She vowed to herself that she would give him a night that he could take with him into eternity. Trent looked deeply into her eyes and sighed into her smile before he kissed her lips softly and warmly whispered, “Fuck Kristina, you’ve gotten under my skin.”
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HAWKE
The Outlaws started with nothing but a common leader.
My life had always been unbearable.
It was loud and unstable.
I joined the club to find my purpose.
To give myself peace of mind.
Today, the town is our arena and the MC Club room is home.
Our President, Tank, is ruthless.
The five Outlaw men continue to reign under his leadership.
Power is the name of the game.
We’re dangerous, insatiable and know how to protect our women.
And we stop at nothing until we emerge victorious.
SPARROW
She walked into my life when I was supposed to stay out of trouble.
All I had to do was join the club and mind my own business.
Now her gorgeous curves are all I can think about.
The plan was to have one taste of her, and then let her go.
But I’ve been left wanting so much more.
The problem, though?
She’s the MC President’s daughter.
The one woman who is completely off-limits.
This is the kind of trouble that my brother warned me about.
He won’t bail me out this time.
The stakes are too high.
But the risk is worth the reward.
Besides, it’s my heart on the line.
They say I’m a rule breaker…
And I’m about to show them just how far I could go to take what’s mine.
CARDINAL
Just when I thought I’d never see her again,
she walks right into my bar…
I’m the new pres of the MC, the Outlaws are
counting on me to hold things together.
To keep a drug war for happening and tearing the club apart.
I’m prepared to do just that until I get arrested,
a DUI slapped on me by a cop that hates the MC.
And then I see her. Paige Travers.
The beautiful red head who is now my lawyer, and becomes the only thing I care about.
Nothing has ever been more important than the club—until her.
FALCON
I live a life of no surprises, but she is the best one that there is.
Chantal Hailey, the damsel in distress, is going to be mine.
I can deny it all I want, but she’s the sunlight in my dark and boring life.
The guys at the MC, they understand what it’s like.
She’s my escape, my sunshine.
And I’m ready to stand in the sun.
ROBIN
Just for one night, we wanted each other, and that was supposed to be it.
When Emily showed up at my club, I was already thinking of all the things I could do to her.
Relationships aren’t my thing,
commitment— But she changed all of that.
I had to do whatever it took to keep her,
even when I had more secrets than she bargained for.
Emily changed me, took away my pain, and understood my heart.
Even though we started off as complete strangers, who only bargained for one night.
OWL
I have wanted her for years, and I never thought I would have her.
Amy Clemens has been the secret light in my life since I laid eyes on her.
I watch her every move, she lives in my dreams.
But she off limits.
Not because I am dark, hardened by my life,
but because her brother is my best friend and club brother.
I can't have her, no matter how much I want her.
Until one night she gets too drunk and I have to take care of her,
and all the risks just fade away.
I need her. I want her. I take her.
And I don’t plan on letting her go.
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Chapter 1: Rafe
The heat of the asphalt rose, hitting me in the face as I sped down the winding road. I was miles out, but anyone in town could hear me by now because it was that small. Sometimes I took this drive just to clear my head, and it needed a lot of clearing today.
I pulled into the drive way of the club, a huge lot of bikes and a few cars lined up. I parked by the garage, where the rest of the execs were parked out of sight. In the garage, three cars were hoisted in the air, right where I left them. The garage here was a front, but I ended up being the club’s mechanic during the day.
From the outside, I could hear the pounding music competing with the setting sun. West Tennessee air fills my senses as I breathe in, feeling back home for the first time in a while. I took a few months away from the club, after Spencer started making trouble back home, I had to go, being my brother and all, I’m responsible for him since it is just us. I need to find a way to help him but right now, I need to take care of club business too.
I cross the double door threshold and am flooded with the loud music, the bass making the words turn to mush. It isn’t that crowded because it is early evening, everyone is familiar to me and when they see me, they erupt in cheers.
“Look who’s back!” Kit brings attention to me first, standing from his place at the bar and heading my way. He is big, had to have his bike specially made, the dark hair and eyes make him look scary as hell, the beard too, but he really isn’t. Only a handful of guys at the club are actually scary, mean, and I don’t even see them around much.
“Hey man, how are ya?” I grin at him, we shake hello and half hug. I can’t say I didn’t miss them; the atmosphere already comes back to me full force.
“Good, been holding down the fort with you gone.” We start to walk into the bar, he claps my neck and squeezes, laughing.
“I doubt that, I left those same cars in the garage when I left.” I shove him back playfully and we reach the bar.
Logan is tending bar tonight, a long-time club member as well, and he greets me the same way but with a beer in hand. Logan has been in the club for a while and is a treasurer on the exec board. He handles all our money, anything financial goes through him and this place would go belly up without him. We keep the garage running and a graphic design shop in town as a cover for our less than legal practices. Our MC is like most others, we are outlaws after all, just like it says on our cut. But we try not to bother people who don’t bother us, we try to protect the people in our town if they need it, and we don’t make trouble. So far, we have kept the police away from us, the feds haven’t been up our asses, so I could say it has been working.
“How did it go?” Kit asks me. He knew where I was going, only people on the exec board did though. He is the enforcer, maybe he is more like a glorified security guard for us, because he looks like one. I’m the VP, so my absence was noticed.
“Fine. Same old.” I shrug like it is nothing when really it is weighing down my shoulders heavily. I finish my beer and that doesn’t help, and I take another sip.
“Maybe you should just let it be.” Logan comes back. The bar top is mostly empty, only one other regular on the other end. People are scattered at the pool tables and dart board, some from the club and some not, a few women mixed in there too. I don’t know them by name bu
t I know them by hair, by look, they all come around for a rush and they are the last women I would pick out of a crowd. I choose my poison.
“Can’t do that.” I shake my head. If I let Spencer do whatever he wanted he would be dead or incarcerated. I once again had to head back to our dead-beat town and bail him out of a shitty situation with some drug dealers. My bike and spiked baseball bat did the trick, I left Spencer with a shiner, and now I am here. At some point it has to be enough but I don’t think that will happen in this lifetime. He is my brother by blood, and if I stand by the guys at the club no matter what then of course I would do that for him. It is just tiring.
“Yeah but if you keep helping him, then he’ll keep messing up.” Logan adds.
“I agree.”
Kit gets distracted by someone at the bar. I turn to the sound of the familiar harsh voice, Tank, our president. His name is Andy Becket but we call him Tank because of how wide he is, especially on his bike; he is fit but almost wide as a fridge and they called him that before I even came around. They started calling me Rafe for god knows why, I never asked questions. I joined the club when I was at my worst, running from my old life, I was ready to take on anything.
“Well look what the cat dragged in.” I shake him hello, our leather claps as he pulls us in. I lean back on the bar stool and take him in, he is the same as ever; hard face and permanent grimace and a mean scar down the side of his neck from a riding accident decades ago. I don’t know exactly how old he is, but it’s on the old side, he is still fit enough to ride, clearly, and has been president ever since the club was founded. “We were talking about how wonderful my brother is,” I laugh.
“You think I started this with my brother easy? Left his slacking ass behind enough times.” He sits next to me, the seat creaks, and a beer is placed in front of him soon enough. Logan leans over the bar to talk to us and Kit sips at his beer. I get support from the guys a lot of the time, when I first joined, I probably wouldn’t have made it if they weren’t as supportive. The brotherhood that comes with an MC is unmatched in my book.
