by Forgy, M. N.
“How’d it go?” Felix asks.
“They may hate us together, but they can’t stop us,” I shrug.
“That’s a good motto!” Machete points at me, his red hair shining amongst the sun.
The way Felix’s lips pull into a smirk has me holding my breath, and my heart beats a little faster.
He bends over pulling something from his saddlebag.
“I figured since you traded your badge in, it was time to properly make you my ol’ lady,” he states, holding up a cut that shows the club’s colors and me as his ol’ lady.
I cup my mouth, my eyes wide. I know what this means to him, to any woman of the club. The men go wild catcalling and clapping, making me feel welcomed more than I ever did joining the department.
“Taking this you fully accept my fucked-upness,” he laughs.
“That’s no shit!” Mac laughs, sitting in front of us smoking a cigarette.
Grasping the warm leather in my hands, I smell it, my eyes closed. The tones of a free life, and chaos wafting around me.
“You giving this to me, you have to promise to see me as me and not a cop,” I whisper. “All of you?” My eyes look around at the men and I get solid nods from them all.
“I never saw you as one anyway, otherwise I wouldn’t have fallen for you,” Felix says seriously. We’ll agree to disagree on that one.
Opening my eyes, I slide my arms into the cut, and instantly feel like I found my place, that spot I’ve been looking for my whole life. My mom is welcomed at the club, even if she thinks Mac is my dad every other day. I’m welcomed in the club, and though Jillian was sent off to a safe-house, I get to talk to her on a burner phone on occasion. Carola is with her, and Zeek comes and goes protecting his club, and his woman.
I’m an outlaw, I just never knew it.
“Through the good and the bad, I’ll ride or die, baby.” I raise a brow, my lips pursed.
“That’s my girl,” Felix winks, smacking my ass before pulling me closer and laying his lips on mine. I cup his cheeks, his beard soft beneath my fingers.
Pulling always, I throw my leg over the seat and hold on to my man as he revs the motor. Citizens stare at us. Some whispering to their friends, others walking as fast as they can in the other direction.
“Let’s ride!” he hollers, flicking his cigarette to the side.
Bonus Scene of what’s next!
Machete
Peeking through the crack of the metal door I watch Raven closely. She’s gorgeous and tormented. Like a doll a kid has played too roughly with and left outside to wither. I want to play with her. She’s duct taped to a chair with a gag in her mouth and helpless. I like that. Her black hair is tucked under the material shoved between her pretty lips and it makes her look more vulnerable. She’s crying, her face smeared with dirt and tears.
I want to taste those tears.
A growl escapes my throat stalking her like she’s my prey, and her head whips in my direction. My heart starts hammering in my chest, my teeth clenched as I watch her. Dark wild eyes stare at the door as she mumbles something into the gag. She jerks her body with narrowed eyes and my hands ball into hard fists at her squirming. I sense no fear, or terror coming from her. I’m not sure if I like that or not. It’s a first. Everyone is scared of me. I’m not… right.
She is mine though. They gave her to me. I will break her, and find the enemy of my brotherhood if it kills me. If I have to kill her.
I kick the heavy door open, a roar ripping up my throat with a pair of wire cutters in my hand. Her eyes slowly meet mine, her nostrils flaring. She’s seems unmoved by my actions, and it confuses me. She doesn’t look at me with fear, or terror but defiance.
Striding up to her, my boots thudding against the cold concrete I tug the gag from her mouth and eye her with hooded eyes. Waiting for her to give in first and talk. Plead for me to understand, offer to suck my dick for mercy. They all do at some point, and she will too.
“Give it your best shot, you fucking animal,” she spits, her dark hair sticking to her pretty little lips.
I laugh. It starts small, then turns into something maniacal as I bring the wire cutters up and give them a quick snip into the air. I’m going to love this.
Coming SOON!
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Acknowledgements and Author note
Oh man I missed the rush of writing the Nevada boys so much!
Felix and Alessandra surprised me with their story, that is for sure. I thought Alessandra would be more like a Barbie with a gun, and I was very wrong! What did you think?
And Machete… where the hell did that animal come from? I am jumping in his story now as I can’t wait to see what comes from him! It’s going to be crazy, I know that!
I want to thank my beta’s for helping me through my writing blocks and smoothing out my work. Brie, Natalie, and Lindsey!
Thank you to my amazing editor Ellie, and my proof reader Kim for the final touches!
A big thank you to Allan Speirs! I had a vision for my cover and he helped me hit that target with that sexy man beast, and Sara Eirew nailed the cover with it!
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Illicit
(Sin City Outlaws)
By M.N. Forgy
Copyright © 2018 M.N. Forgy
Edited by Ellie McLove
Cover Photography by Wander Aguiar
Cover Model Dylan Horsh
Cover by Sara Eirew
Formatted by Allusion Graphics
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Illicit (Book 4)
Illicit (Book 4)
I dedicate this book to those who see the cracked pavement as something more than just a road. It’s a vessel to self-discovery and peace. With the rhythm of your thoughts silently playing in your head and the tires on the road, the destination is not important. The smell of leather comforting, and the wind on your face a blissful release.
To those who ride or die!
No matter how crazy the ride may get.
Love binds you to a realm of insanity.
Though my passion faded, I never stopped being crazy.
-Machete-
Prologue
; Raven
Standing against the hospital wall I wait for Alessandra to exit the birthing room. Alessandra is my partner and my target. Her best friend Jillian is who just had the babies. That is why Alessandra dragged me here. The name Jillian sets heavy on my shoulders, that’s the woman my boss, Cross, is after. Word has it he wants those babies. That’s what Cross does, he kidnaps kids and turns them into the best Outlaws law enforcement has ever seen, then uses them to do his dirty work. I know because I was one of those kids, and so was Alessandra. She just doesn’t remember. She probably won’t remember me as Raven, but as Black A. Just as she was called Brown 5 when we were kids and not Alessandra. She didn’t know her name back then, she didn’t know anything.
She used to be as dark as me, a soul lost to the underground of survival. I’m here to make her remember, and that time is coming very soon.
My story isn’t a simple one. I was kidnapped as a kid, and put into an underground ring run by a man known as Cross. He would condition kids to fight each other, and we had to learn to endure the worst conditions if we wanted basic essentials. Like water, food, or bathing. It was all to do his dirty work when we came of age. My opponent was always a girl that went by the name of Brown 5, also known as Alessandra and is now a Sin City Outlaws ol’ lady. Practically untouchable.
Sure we were all rescued from the underground kidnapping ring at some point, but I was too far gone by then. My violent upbringing ingrained in my soul and my grudge for Alessandra too great for me to let go. I was angry and needed to release my demons on someone, I thought that someone was Alessandra.
When Cross came for me a little over a year ago and told me I could have the opportunity to retaliate against Alessandra if I helped him take down the Sin City Outlaws MC club… I went for it with more than excitement. She would see what it was like for me, and I would be free of my past. Cross had contacts to push me through the police academy so I could get close to her as she was a deputy on the Vegas Police Department. I passed everything with flying colors as I’ve been trained to be a lethal weapon rather than a normal person after all. But when the chance came to reign my revenge on Alessandra- when I looked her in her scared eyes, I saw something I didn’t like… I saw myself. I fucking let her go. I realized she was not my enemy, but Cross was. Realization was too late because I was soon caught by Machete and caged in darkness once again.
A man with red hair and intimidating eyes steps across from me. He’s a member of the Sin City Outlaws MC and is here because Jillian’s boyfriend is the president of said club. His shoulders are broad, and his chest and arms are thick with muscle. His eyes rake me up and down, and my cheeks flush from the intrusiveness. Hands behind my back I look up at him through thick lashes. My focus on fucking terrorizing Alessandra almost fading as he’s so handsome to look at. Almost.
“What’s your name?” he asks, his voice low and rough. You can hear it in your bones.
“Raven,” I tell him with a lift of my chin. He points to a patch on his black cut.
“I’m Machete,” he winks and I feel that wink all the way in my gut. He’s bad, you can tell by the way he holds himself.
“You Alessandra’s partner?” he asks, observing my Police uniform. I look down forgetting I’m even a cop. It’s all for show, none of it real. All a ploy to get to the bitch that made my life hell.
“Um, yeah,” I smirk.
Alessandra walks out of the room, her eyes bouncing from me to Machete.
“Let’s go,” she barks, and I give a tight-lipped smile to Machete. The way Alessandra is always talking down to me, it’s going to stop.
“How are the babies? Are they okay? Did she have twins?” I ask, knowing Cross is going to demand these answers when I see him again. Whenever that is, the man just shows up out of nowhere. Like the reaper. Nobody can stop, nor avoid him.
During passing Machete grabs my elbow discreetly, his green eyes heated and looking right at me. My stomach knots, my mouth watering as my eyes fall on his lips.
“You like something I could have some fun with.” He smiles wolfishly, his crazy eyes sexy but insane looking all at the same time. If only his crew knew he was flirting with a rookie cop. I bet they’d cut his fingers off. Then again, flirting with the enemy seems to be something his club is very much into these days. I mean, their president just had children with a fucking sheriff after all.
I pull my elbow from Machete’s hand with a forceful jerk. “I could say the same,” I drink him in, and he smirks, seeming to like the chase.
“I like that smart mouth of yours,” he growls, his nostrils flaring. The savage look passing his face, there’s no telling what he’d like to do with my mouth. Then again, I might like it.
If he knew who I was, and why I was here… he’d be looking at me a whole other way though.
I’m his enemy.
He will see that… very soon.
A Couple Months Later: Machete
“Go get her!” Felix orders, his hand pointing in the direction of Raven. Our newfound enemy and only chance at retaliation against a man named Cross that betrayed our club. We don’t take betrayal lightly, it’s a broken law and we will dish out the fucking punishment.
She’s casually walking in the distance as if she’s lost in a trance. Faded from the world and completely oblivious to the Calvary of bikers surrounding her. She’s small and cute. Long black hair flowing down her back. Short jean shorts hugging her flawless thighs, with a pair of dark Vans on her feet. I remember seeing her at the hospital when Jillian had the twins. I knew when I laid eyes on her there was something about her. She wasn’t a typical bitch you cross on the street, she was fucked up and I liked that a lot. I just didn’t know she was so fucked up she was the goddamn enemy of my club!
I take off after her, Gatz, our sergeant at arms, right behind me. Our boots thudding into the desert terrain as we gain distance on her. She looks over her shoulder with raw beautiful eyes, dark hair falling in her face but she doesn’t run. She doesn’t even flinch at the fact two big men are running at her in the dark in the middle of nowhere.
Reaching her, I wrap my arms around her waist, and take her to the ground roughly. She screams as we fall, and my dick stiffens from the blood-curdling sound. Her back presses into my chest as she tries to jerk away and I pull her closer, caressing her face with mine. My beard scratches against her silky skin, and I growl with desire. She’s so soft and smells so damn good. Like a spicy fruit or something sweet. I can’t help but inhale the back of her neck and take in her scent one last time. The urge to run my tongue along the nape of her neck strong and nearly unbearable. She squirms, trying to break free. Her brows furrowed in with a scowl, and jaw tight with anger. The whimper that falls from those devil lips making my fingers dig into her skin.
“Shhh,” I whisper in her ear, brushing her hair away from her face with my free hand. She’s even more beautiful up close. Olive colored skin, dark features, and beautiful natural pink lips.
“Remember me?” I growl in her ear, and she stills in my hold, her eyes holding mine. Yeah, she remembers me. “Looks like we are going to get to have some fun,” I laugh.
Her body feels so good pressed into me, I almost wish Felix would fuck off so I could be up against her for a second longer.
“Get off me!” She struggles in my hold, pushing her ass into my groin. I close my eyes and run my nose along the inner crook of her neck, savoring every touch that I can take from her. I haven’t touched a woman like this in so long it undoes something in me. Something… animalistic. It’s not that I have a hard time getting pussy. I can have what I want when I want it. Wearing a leather cut claiming me an Outlaw of Vegas, and a sexy motorcycle guarantees free pussy. However, when we have club parties I’m usually the one sitting on the leather couch in a cloud of smoke watching the crowd. People don’t come up to me because when they do, shit happens. When women come up to me, it’s to suck my dick and then fuck off somewhere else.
Nobody gets hurt that wa
y.
Mac steps up to us, holding a needle in one tattooed hand. His boyish looks hardened by the shadows of the moon. He’s our tech guy, a fucking geek with a gun if you ask me. Apparently he’s a junkie too from the look of that needle.
“This should help,” he states, pushing bubbles out of the syringe. Liquid dribbling out of the needle.
“What the fuck is that?” Does he just carry drugs in his back pocket? What the hell?
“Morphine, I was prescribed it after I laid my bike over last year, remember?” His eyes skip to mine, before landing back on the shot. “I got a fucked up knee from it,” he reminds me. I remember now that he mentions it, some fuck-tard cut him off on the freeway and Mac broke his knee cap rolling his motorcycle. People never watch for motorcycles on the road around here, and we’d had enough of it at that point. The Sin City Outlaws set a fucking example that night. We found the driver and beat the shit out of him. I carved a dick on his arm with my machete. It was bloody, and fun. That scar will make him think twice before he turns without a turn signal again. Fucking dick-head.
Raven curls her arm under her chest, keeping it tight against her body so Mac can’t get to her. She knows what’s coming. I love the fight in this bitch. She’s not crying for us to understand, promising us she’ll never speak a word, she’s a warrior. She’ll fight even if it kills her.
And it very well could.
Mac grabs her small wrist from under her and jerks it straight. She growls between clenched teeth, her body tensing. He aims the sharp needle for a thick blue vein before slowly inserting it into her skin. She screams as he begins to press the plunger, and I pull her close wanting to feel her body vibrate with fear, and lose its adrenaline amongst mine. Instantly she goes limp in my arms, her breathing shallowing as she becomes high as a fucking kite. Her curses become mumbled and slurred, and her movements slow.