Taming The Bear: A Bad Boy MC Romance Novel (Lucifer's Lair Novel Book 1)

by Eden Rose

  “I appreciate that but this is a sensitive mission and I need you focused on me.”

  “Fine. Whatever, caveman.”

  “What kind of food do you like?” I ask her as we stand in front of her car. She leans her little hip against the grill of her car and she crosses her arms over her chest. My eyes look down and I check out her tits.

  “Ehh, urm,” she clears her throat.

  I shrug and then give her my grin that gets me all of the pussy I want. “Baby, you’ve got some nice tits. You can’t display them like this and not expect me to look at them.”

  “I want Italian.”

  All right. If that’s what she wants, fine. “All right. Follow me and I will lead us to my favorite Italian place.”

  I mount my bike and then turn I switch the key over. My bike is my baby and I have put a shit ton of pride into it. It’s a Ultra Limited with a Screamin’ Eagle engine and it has my patch airbrushed on the side of it. Needless to say, everyone knows that this is my bike.

  There are several rules that my club most follow. One, it must be a mother fuckin’ Harley that they ride. I don’t want any of that bull shit of a glider or whatever. I want real bikes for my brothers. Some clubs allow their members to ride whatever they want and I don’t like that because it’s not uniform. We come from Harleys and we are going to stay with them.

  I lead her to a barbeque place off the side of town and then wait for her to follow me. Her pink hair is flowing through her open window and I’m happy to see that she’s not one of the girls who will have a problem with getting their hair messed up.

  I want to dig my fingers in that pink hair and hold her head still so I can fuck her mouth.

  She parks her car and as she gets out, she looks at the restaurant. “This doesn’t look Italian.”

  “Trust me. This is a good place, Chantal.”

  I hold my hand out for her to grab my hand and when she does, I bring her in closer. Since we are standing within inches of each other, I do hear her breathing pick up. “You like to touch me a lot,” she whispers as she gets closer to me.

  I like to touch you a lot because I can’t stop. I love the tingles your skin shoots off to me when I touch you. It’s addictive.

  I shrug and then lead her into the restaurant to get this shit over with. After we are seated, she sits across from me and I sit facing the window. I don’t like having my back to the window or a door because I want to make sure no one is going to stab me in the back. I need to see what’s going on at all times.

  My phone vibrates in my pants and I pull it out to see that it’s Misfit calling me. He tried to pull some bull shit a little bit ago and I had to put him on a punishment. Misfit started tasting the cocaine that we are distributing to Big Sir and The Plague. I don’t allow my guys to test and squander our profits, plus I want to make sure the guys are clean and unbiased. That defeats the purpose of selling shit if you are just sniffing the drug and not selling it.

  “What?” I bark into the phone.

  I can hear in the background that there’s a party happening in the clubhouse and I roll my eyes. This is not what I wanted to bring Chantal into. I needed to get her accustomed to everything before I pushed her off the edge and into the shark tank.

  “Prez, we got problems.”

  I roll my eyes and Chantal’s looking at me cautiously. “Sorry, baby. It will only be a minute. I need to take this.”

  When I’m outside, I walk over to my bike and open up my saddlebag. I light a cigarette and then say into the phone: “Misfit, this better be important. I’m busy with some shit.”

  I hear him groan and then he says: “Tina just fuckin’ quit because I told her that she can’t be drinkin’ on the job. Now we are down a dancer and we have a show to put on for next week. What the fuck are we gonna do?”

  “This is not an emergency. This is part of your job. I want another dancer hired by the end of the night and I want her trained. You got me?”

  “Yeah, prez. I gotcha. What are you doin’, anyways? Got pussy on the side?”

  I hang up on him and then smoke about half of the cigarette before putting it back in my saddlebag. I make my way through the gravel of the parking lot and back into the restaurant to Chantal.

  I stand off to the side of the restaurant and look at her. She seems confident as she types in her phone furiously but then she winces. Chantal grunts a little and then places her phone on the table face down. I walk over to her and sit back in my seat.

  “What’s goin’ on?” I ask her.

  She blushes a little and then shrugs. “Nothing.”

  I take my seat and then reach out for her phone. Once it’s in my hand, I hit the big button in the middle to get it turned back on but it doesn’t turn on.

  Chantal looks at me with a bored expression on her. “Do you honestly think I would let my phone be easily broken into? That’s cute.”

  I order our food and we both drink a beer as we wait for our food. “So, how did we meet?”

  She grins and then purses her lips. “We met at a chick flick.”

  I burst out laughing and then she laughs along with me. “I could just imagine the looks people would give me if I walked into a chick flick with my leather cut and brothers.”

  “All right, all right. We met at a bar and you decided that you couldn’t live without me so when you walked up to me, you told me how beautiful I am.”

  I have to admit, she’s good at storytelling. “All right. Well, your pink hair is gorgeous. Plus, you have a nice ass so I could imagine myself hittin’ on you at a bar. And then we can tell everyone how I bent you over the bar stool and fucked the shit out of you.”

  She laughs and then blushes. “Way to turn a compliment into something vulgar. How old are you?”

  I circle around her standing there and I lean in close enough to smell her perfume that is barely there but is driving me crazy. “You love that I’m vulgar, baby. You love it when I whisper naughty things in your ear and make you get all hot and bothered.” Knowing that I’ve made my point, I answer her question. “I’m thirty. How old are you?” I couldn’t care less how old she was as long as she willing to go through with all of this. I checked out all of her records and everything; she’s pretty talented.

  I need to find out which one of my brothers is trying to fucking kill me. But fuckin’ this pink haired pixie is not in the game plan. Well, it could just be a bonus.

  Chantal

  He’s thirty? That’s crazy. I thought he would be early thirties or something. Damn, I never knew that I would be attracted to someone so much older than me. But he’s so sexy and those lips of his is looking yummy.

  “I’m twenty-two. I went to an IT school instead of going to a traditional high school. I had to stay with my parents until I turned eighteen though. Did you go to school or anything?”

  “I have a degree in business management.”

  The image of this leather clad hellion in college is rather entertaining. Did he carry a backpack on the back of his bike? I wonder if he went to class. Did he have sex with all of the professors?

  I blurt out a laugh and then clamp my lips shut. “Sorry, that was rude. I never pictured you being a college student or anything.”

  Joe purses his lips and rubs his hand down his face. “Believe it or not, we all have jobs outside of being in a club. I run a construction company and all of the other guys have jobs as well. We are Lucifer’s Lair but that doesn’t mean that’s all we are.”

  I can not stop the verbal diarrhea that is spewing from my mouth. I could always do a search on him but I want to hear it from his sexy mouth. I want to hear everything he has to say from his lips. Damn, he’s hot. “So, you don’t do the whole work on cars shit and all of that that you see in shows and books?”

  He chuckles a little and then takes both of his hands and puts them behind his head with his elbows sticking out. My mouth waters as I watch his corded muscles move to accommodate what he just did. “No, baby. I’ll tell yo
u that the shit you see on shows and read about is not true. We’re cut from a different cloth and you will see soon enough.”

  For the rest of dinner, we talk about my work and how I got into investigative work. He seems to be enthralled with it and asked me a lot of questions.

  “So, how did you get into hacking?”

  I take a drink from my beer and then swallow it. “My parents worked a lot and they gave me a computer when I was nine. It was fun for me to take it apart and then put it back together but it was when I got internet that I learned how to do things. I joined an online group that discussed how to do certain things and then I realized that I could do it better. I had a mentor, his name is Bill, and he showed me how to do the hacking into phones and all of that shit.”

  “Why do you do P.I. work?” Joe asks me as he takes a bite of his ribs and then washes it down with a swig of beer.

  “Why not? I get to do something that I’m good at and make a lot of money doing it as well. Why wouldn’t I?”

  “Makes sense.”

  There’s a lull in our conversation as we finish our food and then drink the rest of our beers. By the time we have finished, I see that it’s dark outside and I cringe a little.

  Joe must sense my discomfort because he becomes quite alarmed that I cringed. “What’s the matter?”

  I shake my head and refuse to admit that I’m afraid of the dark. “How did you get into your gang?” I ask instead.

  “We’re not a gang, babe,” he says with malice. “Don’t say that shit around the guys or they will get pissed. My dad was president when I was in high school and after I went to school, I realized that I liked the club and what it stood for. Many people think that when you become apart of the brotherhood, you lose your sense of individuality, but that’s not the case. I’m still Joe.”

  I’m not going to lie to you, I’m surprised how deep he actually is. I never expected such a complex answer and it’s making me like him more. Not only is he fucking hot, but he has a complexity that I didn’t see before.

  “What’s something that I’m going to have to know before I go into your clubhouse?”

  Joe looks to his left and then smiles at me mischievously with a glimmer in his eye. “Let’s just say, the guys don’t limit their craziness and you shouldn’t judge.”

  Fuck. I have no idea what I’m getting into and I’m freaked the fuck out.

  The Bear

  Before we leave the restaurant, I text one of the older brothers that have been in the club for a while. I like Fat Cat a lot and have a lot of respect for the man for what he’s gone through in his life.

  Last year, Fat Cat’s wife died in a car accident that killed his daughter as well and it destroyed all of us to watch our brother go through that. The poor guy has been drinking every night but he’s one hell of a brother and will do anything for us.

  Plus, we prospected together and came up through the rankings under my dad, Big Steel.

  From what I have learned in the club, each group of prospects learn different things and have a different personality. I’m not saying it’s bad or anything, but you can tell a lot about the nube (newby) by who raised them from the start. Big Steel was a badass and he took no shit. The club came first and that was it. He ruled the club and took them from the stone ages (before technology) to the millennium and helped us rake in more money.

  ME: bringin someone home with me

  FAT CAT: sweet. want me to get the room ready for ya?

  ME: no, i want you to make sure that there’s no naked pussy running around. this girl is special

  FAT CAT: did you get wifed up?

  ME: pretty close to it. do what i asked.

  After I pay the check, Chantal tries to reach into her little purse and pulls out money to give me. I shake my head and then throw my arm around her neck. “Baby, I take care of what’s mine. Let’s get outta here so I can show you our castle.”

  She giggles and then leans up to my cheek. I can feel her breath as it fans across my face and it makes me shiver from the nearness.

  There’s a little voice in the back of my mind that is telling me how dangerous it is to let her get close to me. I have not taken out a bitch since Dana and that was only because she was pregnant with my kid. I don’t take bitches out to dinner and because I’m here with Chantal, I know that I’m going to catch some shit from it.

  “You are such a dork. Thanks for dinner.”

  “No problem. Follow me back in your car and I will take you to the house.”

  The familiar rumble of my bike soothes me and makes me feel as if shit is actually going to go as planned. I let the wind envelope me and I took a deep breath to soothe my nerves over what is about to happen.

  I’m taking a big fucking risk by having Chantal come stay with me. A huge risk. If my brothers find out that I’ve brought an outsider into the club to hack into their computers, I could lose my presidency patch. Shit, I could be stripped of all patches from the club.

  Let’s not forget that I could be stoned out of the club… Killed and then destroyed.

  It’s about ten miles from the restaurant until we get to the clubhouse. It’s off the main road and about three miles in the middle of the woods to keep shit hidden. We are guarded by top security graded fences and a guard is posted at all times to regulate. Any outsiders will be stopped and searched before they are able to gain access to the club.

  Call me paranoid, but someone did just try to blow me the fuck up. I’m not going to allow that to happen again. And now that I’m taking in a civilian to the club, I need to be extra careful.

  Chauncy, one of the prospects is watching the gate tonight and I pull off to talk to him. “How many people are in there tonight?” I ask him. I shut the engine of my bike off so I could hear what he has to say.

  He’s a younger guy who was backed by Red Bull. Red Bull has been a brother for about five years and I like what he brings to the table. The man is a master mechanic and can fix everything which is why we voted for Chauncy to prospect.

  “About a hundred. Hey, prez, can I ask you a question?”

  The smart ass in me wants to tell him that he just did ask me a question but I don’t. “Make it fast. I have company.” I look towards the road and see Chantal’s lights from her car.

  “Next week, when we have the party, can I work the bar?”

  I consider his request but don’t say anything as Chantal pulls in besides my bike. She rolls down her window all the way and then asks: “Where do you want me to park?”

  Chauncy whistles under his breath and I smirk at him. “Down, prospect. That piece a’ ass isn’t on the market.” I then turn towards my girl and point closer to the clubhouse. “Baby, go park anywhere you want up there.”

  She does as I asked and I look over at the prospect. “Look, I will consider your request and then I will bring it to the brothers when we have table. I’ll let you know.”

  I don’t wait for a response and I pull up to where Chantal has parked and park my bike next to hers. “Are you ready to go in?” I ask her as I dismount my bike.

  She’s fiddling with her steering wheel and then looking at me as if I’m the big bad wolf. “Don’t worry about anything, baby. I got you.”

  I consider it to be a success as she takes the keys out of the ignition and then gets out of her car. She walks over to my bike and touches the outside of the paint job. “What kind of bike is this?”

  “Ultra Limited with a Screamin’ Eagle engine in it. It’s pretty nice.”

  “Yo, Bear! Where ya been?”

  I spin on my feet and see Castro strolling towards us with a beer in his hand and a half naked chick attached to his hip. I recognize her as one of the girls that hangs around trying to get patched. She’s probably never going to be patched because she keeps whoring around.

  Even though we aren’t as close as we used to be, Castro and I used to be great friends growing up. It was until high school that we started running with different crowds and then
shit with Dana happened. I would like to say that we are repatching our friendship, but who knows.

  Between Mack Truck and Castro, I don’t know which one is the bigger player. They both pride themselves in fucking as many women as possible and the women love it. They get off on the fact that they are being shared and they are good with knowing that they are just a piece of ass.

  “Pickin’ up my girl. Castro, this is my girl, Chantal. Chantal, meet Castro.”

  Chantal shyly waves at him but he comes charging towards her and throws his arms around her back. “Nice to meet ya, Pinky. It’s going to be good seeing the Prez settle down.”

  Chantal

  I’m in complete shock. This clubhouse is like a fortress with ultra secret fencing that surrounds the outside of the building. From far away, I would think it was one of those abandoned warehouses that you see in a run down city. But up close, holy shit. It’s a nice set up they have.