Storm MC Collection Books 1 - 4 (Motorcycle Club Romance)

by Nina Levine

  He blew out a breath and tightened his fingers around mine. “I’ve never met a woman who wanted to know me. Sure, they said they wanted to be with me but that didn’t mean they actually wanted to know anything about me. But you’re different and I knew it from that first time we met.”

  “What do you mean, you knew I was different? How?” I certainly didn’t feel like I was different from anyone else. I’d struggled my whole life to make myself stand out; I always believed I was the boring girl that people overlooked.

  “Fuck, Harlow, you don’t see it, do you?”

  “No,” I confessed in a whisper while I held my breath waiting for him to continue.

  He let go of my hand and lightly ran a finger through my hair, pushing it off my face. His touch was so gentle; so different to the rough way he liked to touch me during sex. “You stood up to me and challenged me. You still do. No woman has ever done that before. You’re a strong woman, and you’re kind and giving. Look at the way you’re helping your mum. Look at how you took Lisa under your wing after you just met her. I don’t know many women who give so selflessly like you do. And yet, there’s a softness to you that I haven’t worked out yet but I like it. I like it a fucking lot.”

  “I thought I was going to be the death of you by arguing with you.”

  “Yeah, babe, you will be. But promise me that you won’t ever stop because it’d be the death of you if you did that.”

  I knew in that moment that I’d just completely fallen for Scott Cole. Any man who totally got that about me would hold me captive, and he now had me for as long as he wanted me.

  I gently laid a hand on his bare chest. “I promise.”

  His hand curled around my waist and he roughly pulled me close so that we were skin to skin. “You’ve got me under your fuckin’ spell and I can’t get enough of you,” he growled.

  The room was charged with electricity as we connected mind, body and soul. The sound of our breathing was the only noise to fill the room while we were silently watching each other.

  Scott’s phone ringing in his bedroom cut through our moment, and he reluctantly pulled away. “Sorry, I’ve gotta get that,” he muttered as he finally broke eye contact and left the room.

  After he left, I let out a long breath and steadied myself against the door. The intensity of that encounter had left me in a state of wanting a whole lot more but at the same time, needing a moment to regroup. Being with Scott was going to involve a whirlwind of emotions; I just hoped I was strong enough to sustain them all.

  Scott lay his arm across my pillow and pulled me to him so that my head was on his chest. It was just after two am and we’d been lying in bed talking for awhile now. I was exhausted after not much sleep last night and then a long day again today. Scott didn’t seem as wiped as I was though; he was in a talkative mood.

  “So, your Dad passed away when you were a teenager?” he asked. He’d been asking me about my family; trying to work it all out in his head.

  “Yes, he died of a heart attack. It was so unexpected because he was such a healthy, fit man. Mum was devastated and I don’t think she’s ever fully gotten over it. She’s only been on a handful of dates and doesn’t seem interested in finding a man. The café is her life now.”

  “When did she move to Brisbane?”

  “She left Gympie a few years after Dad died. I was eighteen when she left; I think the memories were too much for her there. Brisbane was where she grew up so it was a natural choice for her.”

  “That must have been hard for you?”

  “Yeah, it was. After Dad died, I felt lost. It was just me and Mum then, and so when she left, I felt completely alone. I mean, I had my friends but I’ve always been a family person so I felt alone without either of them around. Mum bought her café and started working every day. It was her way of trying to forget the pain, I think. But it meant she blocked me out, even though she didn’t mean to.”

  He was quiet for a moment while he processed what I’d said. “So you had no family with you and then the two people you trusted like family did the fucking dirty on you by cheating with each other.”

  I sucked in a breath. How did he get me so well? Sometimes it felt like he was in my head. “Yes,” I answered softly.

  “People can be motherfuckers sometimes. Family too. But you know what? Family doesn’t always share the same blood. My boys are my family. I’d do anything for them and they’d do the same for me.”

  “That’s what Storm’s all about isn’t it?”

  “Yeah. It’s about family. We might argue and annoy the shit outta each other but when it comes down to it, we’re there when needed. We know we can count on each other. That’s what makes us as strong as we are.”

  “I like that,” I murmured, feeling really sleepy now.

  He kissed the top of my head and squeezed me closer to him. “Night, baby.”

  I fell asleep feeling the happiest I’d felt in a very long time.

  26

  Scott

  “So, you two have been dating for a week now, right?” Madison asked Harlow as I was on my phone, pacing the room while I waited for Blade to come back on the line. We’d been discussing the Black Deed’s situation when he’d been called away for a moment. Harlow and I had dropped into Madison and J’s house after a bike ride. I’d taken her on a long ride; we’d started out early, just after six this morning and ridden up to Mount Tamborine and then down to the Gold Coast. It was now just after three o’clock and Madison had asked us to stay for an early dinner. Harlow was keen but I just wanted to get her home; having her that close to me on the bike all day had made my dick permanently hard.

  I listened to Harlow’s response. “Yes, we’re taking it slow, seeing where it’s heading.”

  What the fuck?

  I moved the phone away from my mouth, and looked Harlow in the eyes. “We’re not seeing where this is headed, babe. I know where this is headed.”

  Her eyebrows shot up. “Really? Where is this headed, Scott?”

  Always demanding; always challenging. Fuck, I was a lucky bastard.

  At that moment, Blade came back on the phone and I didn’t have time to answer her. I walked outside to finish the call.

  “Everything’s in place; we’ll be taking out Bullet in two days,” Blade said.

  “I don’t want to wait two more fucking days, Blade. Bullet’s breathing down our necks at the moment about you. He’s on edge and capable of God-knows-fucking-what.”

  “I met with him last night to discuss the coke issue. He believes that I’m about to agree to pull out of drugs. That should buy us enough time.”

  I wasn’t convinced but was willing to give him those two days. After that, all bets were off; Storm would take care of the problem.

  We finished the call, and I looked up to see J coming through the back door. He’d been at the hardware store when we got here; Madison had him doing some redecorating.

  I lifted my chin at him. “You get everything you need?”

  He sat in one of their outdoor chairs. “Probably not. Madison can’t make up her mind on colours so I’m at the hardware store every second day picking up a new sample for her.”

  I sat too, and raked my fingers through my hair. “This shit with Black Deeds should be over in two days. Just got the call from Blade.”

  “You trust him now?”

  “I believe what he’s told us about Bullet and what happened with his girlfriend years ago. The pain I saw on his face can’t be faked. Not sure about anything else where he’s concerned but there’s a whole lot more about him that we don’t know. Of that I’m sure.”

  J nodded. “Fair enough. So, what’s the plan?”

  “Don’t know yet, brother. He’ll let us know closer to time.”

  My attention was diverted when Harlow came out and joined us. She came and stood next to my chair and rested her hand on the back of it. I reached my arm around her waist and pulled her onto my lap. “Has Madison decided what we’re doing f
or dinner yet?” I asked.

  “She suggested we go out; she’s still annoyed that we had to cancel our girl’s night out last Friday. She figures that we’ll be okay if you and J are with us.” She lifted her arm so that it was across the back of my chair and started gently running her fingers up and down my neck.

  “She knows that we cancelled that night out for both of yours safety. Jesus, she holds onto stuff,” I muttered. Her fingers on the back of my neck were messing with my concentration.

  “Where does she want to go?” J asked, getting up.

  Harlow shrugged, her eyes lost in mine, and her attention to J’s question waning. “Not sure,” she finally answered him.

  J chuckled. “I’ll leave you two to it,” he said, and went inside, leaving us alone.

  I tightened my hold on her and brushed my lips against hers. “You’re turning me into a fuckin’ pussy.”

  Her face broke out in a smile. “I like that. You’re so much easier to control when you’re a pussy.”

  I growled. “You don’t want to control me, baby. You like bossy too much; it fuckin’ turns you on.”

  “Scott, since I met you, I’ve lived in a constant turned on state. It doesn’t matter if you’re being bossy or being a pussy, I can’t get enough of you.”

  “Fuck, woman. You got any idea what it does to me when you say shit like that?”

  She grinned, and whispered in my ear, “I hope it gets you hard so that you’ll fuck me as soon as we get back to your place.”

  Christ, I was fucking done for now. Dirty words coming out of Harlow’s mouth almost made me come there and then. I smacked her ass. “Up. We’re skipping dinner; I’m taking you home now.”

  “Thank goodness. I never thought you’d suggest it so I had to give you a prod,” she said with a wink.

  I shook my head. “Harlow, any time that you want me to fuck you? Just say the word; you’ll never hear no from me.”

  Twenty minutes later, I had Harlow right where I wanted her; naked and under me. Best fucking way to end a day.

  27

  Harlow

  I was dozing on the couch when my phone rang. Sleep wasn’t my friend lately in between working two jobs and Scott keeping me up late every night. Grumbling, I reached out to the coffee table to answer it. Checking the caller ID, I noticed it was Lisa calling me. Worry hit my gut; why else would she be calling other than if she had a problem. I’d had to go up to her school last week and help her make a complaint about being bullied; I hoped this wasn’t still going on.

  “Hi Lisa,” I answered, trying to project an upbeat attitude.

  “Hi Harlow,” she said in her timid voice.

  “What’s up, honey?”

  She started crying and my heart hurt listening to her. “Where are you?” I asked. It wasn’t quite three o’clock so I figured she was probably still at school.

  She sniffed. “I’m in the toilets at school. Can you come and get me?” she begged.

  “Yes, I’ll be there soon. Just wait where you are; I’ll find you.”

  Just under ten minutes later, I pulled up at her school and followed the directions she’d sent in her text as to where she was. When I found the toilets, I entered and called out to her. A door opened and she stepped out; her face was a mess from crying, and her hair was an uneven mess. Someone had cut her hair and screwed it up completely.

  I waited for her to say something but she didn’t so I went to her and simply took her in my arms and hugged her. She slowly wrapped her arms around me and then squeezed tighter until she was practically clinging to me; her body wracked with sobs.

  We held each other for nearly ten minutes while I waited for her crying to subside. Eventually she pulled away from me and I asked, “What happened?”

  “They cut my hair and hit me.”

  “Who did that?” I wanted to throttle whoever did this to Lisa.

  “I don’t want to talk about it. Can you just take me home?”

  I wanted to talk about it; I needed to know the names of these little shits. But I put Lisa’s needs first. “Of course I can do that,” I said and indicated for us to leave. “Come on, let’s go.”

  She already had her schoolbag with her; she must have been planning her escape. I got her into my car and started driving towards my house. “Do you mind if we just drop by my house first because I think I left windows open. It’s sort of on the way to your house.”

  “Sure,” she agreed.

  When we arrived at my house, I made Lisa wait in the car while I quickly ducked inside to shut the windows. I figured that Scott would be annoyed if he knew I’d left them open. As I entered the house, I smelt a smell that I’d never smelt there before. It was a putrid, sweat smell and I quickly covered my nose. I kept walking to the kitchen and came to a stop when I saw what was waiting for me there. My heart froze and panic spread throughout my body.

  “Well, hello there, sweetheart,” the biggest guy said with a smile that scared the shit out of me. His eyes flicked over me and he licked his lips He was sweaty and filthy looking and I prayed to God that he wasn’t left alone with me because I wasn’t sure I’d survive anything he did to me.

  My legs turned to jelly and I threw out a hand to steady myself against the wall.

  “Cat got your tongue?” he leered at me and started walking my way.

  I tried to back up but another guy came up behind me and grabbed me, roughly shoving me forward towards the scary guy. Hands reached out and gripped my neck, and in one clean movement, he reefed me forward and turned me before planting me on the seat that was waiting for me.

  My heart was beating rapidly now and my arms felt tingly from the fear I was experiencing. Why had I decided to come home and close the freaking windows?

  “So, you’re Scott Cole’s woman? Never known him to have a broad.”

  “We just met,” I answered him, desperately hoping that it would make a difference to him that I hadn’t known Scott for very long.

  His evil laugh sent chills up my spine. “What bad timing for you then, darlin’.”

  My mind was racing frantically trying to come up with a way to escape but I just couldn’t see a way out. There were three of them and one of me. Where the hell was Stoney? Tears pricked my eyes; I was sure I was about to die at the hands of these assholes.

  “What do you want from me?” I begged.

  “We’re actually here to teach Scott a lesson. He’s fucked with us and we don’t appreciate it. Unlucky for you, especially if you’ve just met the motherfucker.”

  Another man entered the room and he was even scarier looking than any of these men. His eyes were void of any emotion and his body was tense; he looked like what I always imagined a cold hearted killer would look like. He threw rope at the scary guy. “Tie her hands and legs. I’ve got some calls I’m waiting for and after those we’ll get the party started.” He was standing right next to me now and he ran a finger down my cheek. “Scott’s got good taste. I can’t wait to hear you scream.”

  28

  Scott

  Nash settled into the couch in the office. “So, Blade’s going to let us know the plan soon?”

  “Tonight, and then tomorrow it’ll be done,” I said, distracted by the fact that Stoney wasn’t answering his phone. I’d been trying to call him for ten minutes with no luck. “Have you heard from Stoney today?”

  “No, why?”

  “He’s watching Harlow but he’s not answering his phone.”

  “You want me to go and check that everything’s alright?”

  “No, I’ll go,” I said as I stood up.

  I was halfway down the hall when Lisa called me. “Hey darlin’, you okay?”

  “Scott, I’m outside Harlow’s house because she picked me up from school but had to come home to close windows. She’s been inside for ages and I saw a man just come out to have a smoke. I don’t think he’s from your club. Can you come here and see if she’s okay?”

  Fuck!

  “On my w
ay, darlin’. Stay where you are and hide if you can. Do not go inside, Lisa. Okay?”

  “Okay,” she answered me and we hung up.

  “Nash!” I bellowed down the hallway. When he appeared at the door, I yelled, “Black Deeds have Harlow at her house.”

  “Fuck!” He followed me outside.

  There was going to be fucking hell to pay for this.

  We pulled our bikes up a couple of houses down from Harlow’s and ran the rest of the way. There were four bikes parked further down the street; I felt ill thinking about what we were going to find inside. Harlow’s car was parked in the driveway and I tapped on the window to get Lisa’s attention.

  “I want you to run that way,” I said, pointing down the street, “Keep going until you hit the shopping centre and wait there. I’ll either come get you or I’ll send someone.”

  She nodded fearfully, but did as I said. It would be safer for her there than here.

  Nash was already at the front door. He eyed me. “I sent a message to J to round the boys up. Hopefully they’ll be here soon but we’re going in regardless, yeah?”

  “Yeah.” I pulled out my piece and looked at him, “Ready?”

  When he nodded, I lifted my foot and with as much force as I could muster, kicked the door in. We entered and were soon greeted by three Black Deeds members. Nash lived for this shit and charged them. They obviously hadn’t been expecting either of us to do that and he managed to catch them unprepared. He knocked the first motherfucker out and then took aim at the next one. While he took those two on, I punched the third one hard on the jaw, knocking his face to the side. He stumbled from the impact, and hit the wall. I shoved him to try and get him off balance and then followed as he lurched backwards, punching him again on the other side of his face. He tried to regain his balance but I’d managed to put him off, and he fell to the ground. I hovered over him and punched him repeatedly in the face until he passed out.