Sarge (Dixie Reapers MC 14): Bad Boys

by Harley Wylde

  Sarge (Dixie Reapers MC 14)

  Harley Wylde

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  Table of Contents

  Sarge (Dixie Reapers MC 14)

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Bad Boys

  Sarge’s Playlist

  Harley Wylde

  Sarge (Dixie Reapers MC 14)

  Harley Wylde

  Katya -- I never thought the day would come that my father would sell me to the highest bidder. Oh, he called it marriage, but I knew it was only to advance his rankings in the Bratva. Like I cared about that. But before he ruined my life, I knew I had to get my nephew to safety. My sister had told me of the man who got her pregnant, but not exactly where to find him. With Liliya gone, I needed to get Theo to safety before the shackles on me tightened even more. It never occurred to me the man would be sexy, or so alpha. The bearded beast just made things harder because now I don’t want to leave, and I know if I don’t that hell will come knocking.

  Sarge -- Never knew I had a son, nor did I know his mother had a sister. Seeing her haul back her fist to take down a Prospect was the hottest thing I’d ever watched, and I knew then and there she’d be mine. No matter how much she protests, I’m not letting her go. She might be worried I’ll get hurt, but let the Bratva come for her. They’re not the Boogeyman, and I’m not scared of them. She’s my fierce kitten, and I’ll do whatever it takes to drive that home to her, even if I have to tie her to the bed and remind her over and over that she belongs with me.

  WARNING: This book touches on sensitive issues that may be difficult for some readers. But there is no cheating, no cliffhanger, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.

  Prologue

  Sarge -- 4 Years Ago

  I’d been to the diner so often my brothers were giving me shit about it, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. It wasn’t the food. It was the waitress. Or rather, the waitress who had vanished after a scorching hot fling. I’d told her I wasn’t ready to settle down, didn’t want more, but now that she’d disappeared it bothered the shit out of me. Where had she gone? No one seemed to know, or they weren’t saying. I’d even asked Wire to look into it, but I hadn’t liked what he’d discovered.

  The woman I’d been sleeping with two years ago, the one I’d known as Lily Moran, was a ghost. From what Wire had found, Lily hadn’t existed before coming to our little Alabama town. Even trying to use facial recognition crap on his computer, he hadn’t been able to get any hits on her. Not before she arrived in town and not since she’d left.

  I had to wonder if it had been something I said. She kept talking about starting a family, raising kids, and I’d shut that down fast. I already had a daughter, Pepper, who was full-grown and had a kid of her own. Had it really been a deal-breaker that I didn’t want rug rats under my feet? I was getting old, dammit, and I deserved to enjoy my life. Hell, Pepper had been a surprise. A pleasant one, but it didn’t mean I wanted to start over with a baby.

  I was forty-eight years old, and biker years are like dog years. It was more like sixty for the average human. Hardly a young guy ready to change diapers. I did that for my grandson, Reed. And that kid was hell on wheels already. I couldn’t handle him for more than an hour or two without feeling like I needed to sleep a damn week. I didn’t know how Flicker managed it. I still wasn’t overly thrilled he’d claimed my daughter, but she seemed happy, and I had to admit he treated her like a damn queen. He was older than me, but that didn’t seem to bother Pepper.

  “Sarge, I’ve told you we don’t know where Lily ran off to,” Margie said as she set my burger and fries in front of me. “How many times you going to come in here looking for her?”

  “I know she’s not here, Margie. I guess I just hope that she’ll come back one day. Or maybe someone will remember something she said before she took off. Anything that might point me in the right direction.”

  Margie shook her head. “Listen, I know you and Lily had a thing. She didn’t make no secret of it, but maybe it’s best you just let this one go. Not like there aren’t plenty of girls heading over to that clubhouse of yours all the time. You’re not hurting for company.”

  No, I wasn’t. I still wished I knew where Lily had gone, though. I didn’t like that she’d run off and I couldn’t find her, make sure she was all right. Mostly, I wanted to know if I was responsible for the way she left -- in the middle of the damn night, just snuck out. I’d gone by her place the next morning to find it empty and her car gone. The diner staff had informed me she hadn’t shown for her shift, and she’d never been back.

  I might be an asshole at least some of the time, but I didn’t like the idea she could be in trouble. She’d said she was alone, with no family, and I hated that she might be in need of help and not have anyone to call. If she’d insisted on leaving, I could have at least made sure she knew that I would come get her if need be. What had been so damn important she’d had to take off like that?

  Maybe it was the fact Wire said she’d been here under a false name that made my nape prickle. Woman didn’t do something like that unless she was hiding. I only hoped that whoever, or whatever, she’d been running from hadn’t found her in the last two years. If I never found out what became of her, it might very well haunt me until my dying day.

  I finished my food, left some money on the table, and left.

  Wherever you are, Lily, I hope you’re safe.

  There was nothing more I could do, and I knew it. I didn’t like to admit defeat, but if the woman didn’t want to be found, then that was it. I’d just have to move on and forget about her -- if I could. I hadn’t loved her, but we’d had a good time, and I did care what happened to her. If things had been different, if I’d been in love with Lily, then I’d have done whatever it took to k
eep her by my side. That just hadn’t been the case. She’d been sweet but too damn timid.

  As my daughter liked to point out, I wasn’t getting any younger. The way things were going, I’d be six feet under and still alone. At least I knew Pepper and my grandson would be taken care of, because Flicker would kill anyone who dared to even look at them wrong. With each passing year, I had to admit I wouldn’t mind having what they shared. Hell, what half my brothers had for that matter. More and more were settling down, and I was starting to feel old sitting at the clubhouse with all the younger ones.

  Time to move on, Sarge.

  And that’s exactly what I planned to do… just as soon as the right woman came along.

  Chapter One

  Katya -- Present Day

  The more miles I put between myself and my family, the more the knot in my stomach eased. I glanced in my rearview mirror every ten minutes, maybe less, to check on the precious cargo I carried. My sister’s child, Theo, slept soundly in his car seat. No one would care that Theo went missing, but my absence would be noticed. With Liliya no longer a viable option, my father would try to pawn me off on one of his friends to strengthen the empire. His words, not mine. The moment my sister had returned, pregnant, I’d known it was only a matter of time. I’d end up marrying the same man she’d been slated to wed.

  Until my sister had gone missing about six years ago, I’d been left alone to do my own thing, which had been amazing. Then Liliya had vanished into thin air and my father had put more pressure on me to change and adapt to the way a Voronin should behave. Whatever the fuck that meant. I refused to be the dutiful little girl and marry whatever goon my father sold me to, and that was essentially what it would be. I’d thought about seeking asylum from Viktor Petrov. It was no secret that he looked more kindly on women since marrying, but I didn’t know that he would care about my fate. My father was so far down the hierarchy that I was beyond a nobody.

  I’d deactivated my GPS on my car, and left my phone at home. I’d grabbed a pay-as-you-go phone so I wouldn’t be without a way to call for help should the need arise, but no one knew the number. I’d added any contacts I might need, but hadn’t used the phone yet. There was no way they could follow me, but it didn’t stop me from checking my mirrors every few miles. I didn’t have much to go on. My sister had told me that Theo’s father was a guy called Sarge, and he was part of some biker gang or club called the Dixie Reapers down in Alabama. I’d not dared to ask around back home, but I’d hit the road heading south, and stopped when I saw a group of bikers a few hours into my trip. I’d asked if they’d heard of the Dixie Reapers, and they’d pointed me in the right direction.

  I only hoped they didn’t remember me. If my father sent men in this direction, I didn’t want anyone to recall that I’d been there or the questions I’d asked. The last thing I needed was anyone putting my father’s guys on my trail. They were like damn bloodhounds already. If they caught a whiff of my trail, it would be a miracle if I reached Alabama before they found me, but I had to try. I owed it to my sister to make sure Theo ended up with his father.

  I ached from head to toe by the time I pulled up in front of the gates of the Dixie Reapers’ compound. The sun had already risen, and I was so exhausted my eyes hurt. Resting hadn’t been an option, so other than breaks to use the bathroom, take care of Theo, or grabbing a bite to eat, I’d pushed through. There was a guy standing guard who eyed my car with a sneer. Great. Already off on the right foot as usual.

  Rolling down the window, I peered up at him, hoping my bloodshot eyes didn’t make me look like someone trying to find their next fix. It was laughable since I’d never even had a drink or smoked a cigarette, much less done drugs. Not to mention the kid in my back seat, although I supposed if I was hooked on meth or something I wouldn’t give a shit if the kid was there or not.

  “Whatever you’re looking for, you need to find it elsewhere,” the man said.

  “I need to see Sarge.”

  He was shaking his head and backing away before I could even explain why. Anger burned hot inside me. I hadn’t driven all this way, risking my life and my nephew’s, for this asshole to not even let me speak to the guy. I threw open my door and got out, stomping toward him in my Doc Martens. My sister had always called them my badass bitch boots.

  “Listen here, you little prick, I need to see Sarge, and I’m not leaving until I do,” I said, planting my feet shoulders-width apart and folding my arms over my chest.

  He eyed me up and down, then snorted. Yeah, okay, so he was a good foot taller than me. Maybe little hadn’t been the right word. Then again. I eyed his crotch so he’d think that’s what I meant, and with him being such a dick, maybe he really was overcompensating for something.

  “You bitch.” He snarled and came after me, but I stood my ground. I saw the fist coming and waited until it was nearly kissing my cheek before I ducked and planted my own against his ribs. Thank you, self-defense classes! I was so grateful I’d been sneaking off to a gym between classes.

  “Enough!” another man shouted as he approached from inside the gate. “What the fuck is going on, Prospect? We don’t hit women. Especially little pixie girls who look like they weigh ninety pounds soaking wet.”

  “He refuses to let me speak to Sarge,” I said.

  His gaze sharpened on me. “Russian?”

  I bit my lip. The way he said it made me think maybe I wasn’t welcome here just because of where my family came from. I’d thought I’d learned to control my accent better, but apparently I was wrong. I knew Liliya had learned to mimic accents from anywhere in the world and had probably passed for one of the regulars around here. I wasn’t so lucky.

  “Answer me, girl,” he demanded, his voice deep and growly.

  “Yes, I’m Russian.” I tilted my chin up.

  His lips twitched like he was fighting not to smile, then he glared at the guy he’d called Prospect. “You get the shit job of cleaning the clubhouse bathrooms for the next week, and those damn things better sparkle regardless of what time of day it is. I don’t care if you have to use a fucking toothbrush to get it done. Understood?”

  “Yes, sir.” The guy’s jaw tightened and his face flushed. I could tell he was pissed. I’d probably just made another enemy.

  “Let her through.” The man looked at me again. “Park in front of the large building right there, and don’t wander off or I can promise you won’t like the consequences.”

  Was it wrong that gruff tone paired with his words made my thighs clench and my panties dampen? I’d never been with a man before, but this one was almost enough to make me change my mind. I’d decided long ago they were more trouble than they were worth. Besides, I could get myself off so what was the point of letting some guy sweat all over me?

  I got back in my car and pulled through the gate, stopping in front of the building. I left the engine running so the car would be comfortable for Theo, then I got out and shut the door. Leaning against it, I waited for the older man to come over and talk to me. As he drew closer, I looked him over. Tall, far taller than me, and broad but not bulky. He was muscular without looking like he went to a gym for hours every day. Then my gaze landed on the leather covering his shoulders. Sarge. Shit. This was the man my sister had slept with?

  Sighing, I dropped my gaze. So much for my interest in a man for the first time in my life. Figured it was the guy who broke my sister’s heart. Just another reason to stay single. Men were too much trouble.

  “What do you want with me?” Sarge asked. He was close enough I could smell his cologne, or whatever he was wearing. It was woodsy, and oh so manly. I licked my lips and crossed my arms, knowing my nipples were hard.

  “I came to bring you something.”

  “Oh, yeah? What’s that? Because I’ve never seen you before, little girl, and I don’t have dealings with the Bratva.”

  My back tensed and I nearly forgot to breathe. How had he known my family was Bratva? My gaze locked with his. “I never
said anything about the Bratva.”

  “You have trouble written all over you. If you’re one of their whores, we’ve already got plenty,” he said, waving a hand at the building.

  My chest grew tight and my eyes misted with tears. Not for myself, but for poor Liliya. After Theo was born, she’d done what she needed to keep him safe, until her mind had snapped. They’d found her hanging in her room at the Bratva-owned brothel. Thankfully, she’d left Theo somewhere safe, or as safe as he could get, and I’d had access to him. I knew our father had known of his location, but he hadn’t bothered with Theo, deeming him beneath his notice. Didn’t mean he wouldn’t use my nephew against me if given the chance.

  Sarge must have noticed because his stance softened and he came closer, reaching out to run his fingers through my hair. “Easy, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to make you cry. Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”

  “Back seat,” I said softly. “Look in the back of the car.”

  He stepped back and hunkered down, then cursed. “You don’t look old enough to have a kid that size.”

  “I don’t. Theo isn’t mine. He’s my nephew… and your son.” I glanced at him to find him watching me like a hawk would a mouse. “My sister was Liliya Voronin, but you knew her as Lily.”

  He stood, his hands clenched at his sides. “Was? Past tense?”

  I gave a jerky nod. “She killed herself. I brought Theo to you so he’d be safe.”

  “I think you need to follow me to my house. This requires a more lengthy discussion, and not out here in the open. You okay to drive?”

  “Yeah. I’m fine.” I wasn’t, but I’d never admit it. The pain of losing Liliya went deep.

  I got back in my car and followed him farther into the little community, or compound. That’s how Liliya had referred to it. He stopped in front of a cute house with another one right next door. A little redheaded boy in the other yard went running to him. As he scooped up the kid, I hesitated. Was that his son? What did this mean for Theo?