Love, Loyalty & Mayhem: A Motorcycle Club Romance Anthology

by Ryan Michele

  “No,” I whisper.

  His fist connects with the roof of my car and then he kicks the door, leaving a dent in the side. I flinch afraid of his temper. I have never seen him behave this way. It scares me. With one last look at me he swallows his pride and storms off into the night.

  I let out a ragged breath and climb into my car. With my head on the steering wheel I take a few minutes to mourn the loss of my friend. I don’t know how we can come back from this. If I hadn’t smacked him would he have stopped, or would he have pushed things further?

  7

  Sybil

  It’s been one day since my fight with Jesus. One day since I had the best kiss of my life with Diego. He sent me a text message that night asking if I made it home okay. I guess he was worried about leaving me with Jesus. I didn’t tell him what happened. I feel partly to blame. And I get the feeling that Diego is the kind of guy who would go kick his ass just because he can. I don’t want Jesus hurt anymore than he already is. I haven’t spoken to him and don’t plan to anytime soon. I think we both could use some space after everything.

  I have been texting back and forth with Diego. He makes me smile and laugh.

  D- Good morning, beautiful. What’s your day looking like? I’d like to see you again.

  S- Busy. Lots of laundry and reading to catch up on for school.

  D- You really gonna turn down all this for some chores?

  Attached to his text is a picture of him laying back in his bed. The sheet is covering most of his body leaving me to imagine what’s underneath. I am still in bed myself and decide to have a little fun with him too. I snap a photo of myself using my selfie stick only I tease him more than he did me. I pull the sheet down and lay on my side, showing off my bare hip where I have a small tattoo of a black heart. I hit send and wait.

  D- Damn, girl. You don’t play fair.

  I don’t reply right away. I need to get in the shower and get my day started. I want to let him sweat a little bit. I can’t have him thinking I’m easy. I have known his type before. The kind who loves the thrill of the chase. I have dodged getting involved with guys like that in the past but there is something about Diego that has me thinking for him I would make an exception.

  I move through my day, getting caught up with my laundry and my final assignment for my business class. It’s my last assignment. Once I hit send on my business plan that’s it. I will be graduating. Then I will inherit my father’s company and deicide if I want to take my rightful place as CEO or leave it to Heath to continue to run in my place. He’s done a great job. The there is Consuela, my step-monster to deal with. She’s been a thorn in my side since my father married her.

  I can’t wait to see the look on her face when I toss her out on her ass and take back everything my parents built together. The family home. The charities. It will all be mine in a few weeks’ time.

  It’s getting late and I still haven’t responded to Diego. Speaking of the devil, a new text comes through from him.

  D- Going for a ride. My bike would look a lot better with you on it.

  Instead of a text back, I dial him. I want to hear his voice.

  “Lo,” his gritty voice picks up on the third ring.

  “Pick me up outside of Imperial Apartments in thirty.” I don’t wait for him to respond I end the call before I lose my nerve and back out. Then I shut it off and toss it on the coffee table. I’ll grab it on my way out.

  Rushing to my bathroom, I wash my face and brush my teeth. I look down at my shorts and dash to my bedroom closet to grab a pair of jeans and a cute top.

  With five minutes to spare I walk out to the front of the building and wait. The loud roar of a motorcycle coming down the street sends goosebumps up and down my arms. I’m not nervous. I’m excited to see Diego again. He rolls to a stop on the street in front of me. God, he looks good. Dangerous and so sexy. Dressed in dark jeans, a white tee, and leather jacket, he’s such a bad boy with his tattoos and piercings. He shrugs his jacket off and hands it to me without a word.

  I accept the well-worn leather, and inhale his scent, getting on the bike behind him as I did the other night.

  I’m being impulsive but it feels good. The bike veers onto the highway and my hair whips around my face violently. I must be crazy. This guy could be a serial killer for all I know, but I am tired of always playing it safe. When I first went away to college the media loved to follow my every move because Consuela never wanted me in the public eye. I guess they were fascinated by me because of my parents and my father’s wealth. There was a blog dedicated to my outfit choices. The whole thing was ridiculous. Eventually when I proved that I was boring and never did anything newsworthy they left me alone and my stepmother loosened her leash.

  We travel for what seems like an hour, turning off on a gravel road that winds up the side of a mountain and back down the other side. Diego brings the motorcycle to a stop in a clearing that houses a cabin. “You live all the way out here?” I question as I follow him onto the porch.

  “Naw, it’s more of a weekend getaway fishing cabin. Was my old man’s favorite spot.” He shuffles around in the dark and unlocks the door.

  My pulse spikes, the hair on my arms stands at attention as realization hits me. I’m alone at remote location with a guy I know absolutely nothing about. It is either crazy or really dumb. I let out a breath and walk through the doorway. Diego flips the light switch on revealing a cozy setting.

  The back of the couch is covered with a patchwork quilt. A stone fireplace takes up the center of the living room. To the left is a small kitchen and two the left is two doors that I assume lead to the bedroom and bathroom. I take off his leather jacket and sling it over the back of a chair.

  I stand in the center of the room soaking it all in. Over the fireplace is one single photo frame. I cross the room and take the wooden frame between my hands. My lips curve into a smile. There’s a young guy appearing to be in his twenties standing in front of a Harley Davidson motorcycle wearing a leather vest. I recognize the O7 I noticed tattooed on Diego’s neck in almost the same exact spot. The man has a little boy on his shoulders. “Is that you and your dad?’

  “The one and only Killshot.” He grins with a haunted expression in his eyes and takes the frame from me, placing it back on the mantle.

  “Killshot?” My brow moves into an arch. “What do they call you?”

  Diego stares deeply into my eyes, and I feel like I can’t breathe from the intensity I find in his darkened gaze. “They call me Diablo.” He winks.

  “Are you a devil?”

  “You have no idea, sweetness.” His wicked tongue darts out and licks his lip piercing.

  “Are you a bad guy? You a member of that motorcycle club you father rode with?”

  “The less questions you ask about that side of my life, the better.” Diego caresses my cheek with his finger, trailing a path of fire down my neck.

  “Why’d you bring me here?”

  “Why’d you come?” Not waiting for my reply, he kisses the corner of my mouth. “I bet you’re a good girl in need of an adventure. I bet you always do what you’re told like a good little princessa. You need a bad guy like me to dirty you up. Show you how rough boys do it.”

  “I bet you always get your way,” I whisper then pull away before he kisses me again.

  His jaw ticks. “I don’t play games. When I see something I want. I take it.” His large hand wraps around the back of my head. “You gonna deny me of that mouth?”

  8

  Diego

  Sybil smirks at me. “Thought you were a bad boy. Don’t bad boys take what they want?”

  I suck in a deep breath. She’s playing with fire and has no idea how badly she’s going to burn. I could kill her now and be done with the whole fucking thing. One bullet between the eyes and I get what I want. The O7 patch that was once sewn on the back of my father’s cut. I’m going to kill Wrath and claim that president’s patch. I’m going to bleed the bastard out. Mak
e him suffer an excruciating death.

  There’s just one problem. Her. Sybil White. I’ve only just met her and she’s already under my skin. She has no idea the dirty things I want to do to her. The thoughts I have of taking her into the bedroom—tying her up to the bed and making her submit to me. Marking every inch of her pale skin with my mouth and fingers. I want to see her pale skin ripe with my teeth marks and my fingerprints. I want to possess her body in every way imaginable.

  I’m completely fucked.

  How am I going to end her life when all I want right now is to claim her? I’ve heard other brothers in the club talking about what they call the boom. The moment you know when you’ve met the woman you want to make your old lady. The woman you want to wear your brand and birth your children. I always thought they were full of shit. I’ve felt many a thing when fucking someone but here with her… no—the moment I kissed her outside that damn shithole club, I felt it. I was hit with the goddamn boom, and I don’t know what to do about it. That’s a lie too. I think I fell for her the moment she walked out of her apartment wearing that stupid costume—Snow White. She’s a goodie goodie. Too good for a bastard like me, but I want her anyway.

  “Just kill the girl and I’ll patch you in myself,” the bastard’s voice echoes in my thoughts.

  “Diego? Everything okay?”

  I blink. “Never better. Why don’t we sit, and you can tell me about yourself?”

  Confusion colors her face. “You want to talk?”

  No. I want to get you completely naked and spread out beneath me. “Come on.” I lace my fingers with hers, feeling an electric shock jolt through me as our skin connects. Sinking down on the old worn leather couch, I bring Sybil down with me. A giggle escapes her. It’s a musical sound. One I want to hear her make over and over again. Only I’m not supposed to be thinking about making her mine. I’m supposed to end her life. Her all too trusting gaze meets mine full of such hope, I have to break away.

  Desire burns between us, but I don’t dare to kiss her again or I will be completely lost to her.

  “What do you do for fun?”

  “I don’t really get a lot of time to myself. I do a lot of charity work. My father was big into giving back, and it is something that always stuck with me. I volunteer at the local animal clinic, do story hour at the library, and I visit nursing homes and take care baskets to the patients there. So many of them have been dumped there and forgotten. Bringing them the smallest everyday things like lotion or a book means the world to them.”

  “Takes a special person to care so much for others.”

  “I don’t know if I do it because I want to or because I want to keep honoring my father’s memory. It was something we always did together.”

  “What about you, Diego. What do you do besides get tattoos or ride your motorcycle?”

  I laugh. “Stalk pretty women like you.” I make it sound like a joke but if she only knew I had been stalking her. Tracking her every move…going through her things…she’d hate me.

  I change the subject. I want to know everything about her. “Tell me something that no one knows about you.”

  Sybil offers me a weak smile. There’s this far off look in her eyes that I don’t like. It’s full of sadness. “I think that my stepmother is wicked. I think she is an evil witch who killed my parents and one day she’ll succeed in killing me too.”

  My eyes widen. I was expecting her to tell me she doesn’t recycle or some dumb bullshit like that. I wasn’t expecting her to know that her life is in danger and yet she came here with me anyway.

  “I know how crazy that must sound to you because you don’t know her or what she is capable of.” Nervous laughter flutters from her belly.

  How would she react if I told her that I was hired to kill her? Would she scream? Faint perhaps? Beg me not to do it…beg me to get it over with. “Why would she kill them and want you dead?”

  “Why does anyone do anything? Greed,” she says the word in a low whisper.

  Greed indeed.

  “Tell me something about you?”

  If she only knew my deep dark secret. “I’m going to kill my stepfather to avenge my father.”

  “Seems we have more in common than you know. I plan to kill my stepmother unless she gets to me first.” Her tone is serious as she looks me straight in the eyes full of conviction.

  I nearly choke on my beer as I spit it out onto the floor. It takes me a minute to regain my wits. “No offense, sweet thing, but you don’t strike me as the killing kind.”

  “No, but you do.” She smiles mischievously at me. I attempt to mask my surprise and wonder if she’s smarter than I thought. Does she know who I am and what I am supposed to do? I swallow hard and stare into her eyes trying to read her thoughts. “I didn’t put it together until a minute ago. A biker was seen fleeing the scene after my father was gunned down. You’re a biker. Maybe Consuela hired you to kill me too.”

  “What if she did? Maybe I brought you here to kill you.” I grip her jaw and pull her head toward mine. “You ready to die?” I brush my lips over hers.

  Her tongue presses between my lips tasting of danger and desire. The thought of dying turns her on. She’s more fucked in the head than I am.

  Sybil pulls back. “We could kill them together. Your stepfather and my stepmother.”

  Her gaze meets mine and she’s serious. I knew I saw a darkness in her, but I hadn’t realized how deep that darkness flows. “You think you got what it takes?”

  “Do you?” Her breath falls against my lips, hot and needy. I pull her to my lap, her knees moving to either side to straddle me.

  I smirk and wrap a hand around her throat, pressing my thumb where her clavicle meets her breastbone. “I could squeeze the air from your lungs till you begged me to either stop or kill you.”

  Sybil rolls her hips, and I press my thumb harder.

  “Does that turn you on?” I grit and rake my teeth along her jaw. A gasp leaves the part of her lips before I claim her mouth again. “What about your boy—the one at the club…he know he’ll never satisfy you?”

  “I think deep down but he doesn’t want to accept it.”

  I grab her between the legs. “You ever give him a taste?”

  Her hips move and she rubs against my hand. “What do you think?”

  “I think I’m going to carry you to bed, then I’m going to fuck your brains out, and tomorrow we will decide how we are going to commit double homicide and not get caught.”

  “I like that,” she mutters, sealing our fate with a kiss.

  9

  Sybil

  Diego moves to stand with my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms cradled around his neck. His firm hands support my butt as he carries me to the bedroom.

  He curses under his breath as he jiggles the door handle. I bite the shell of his ear feeling like my true self. Diego doesn’t make the dark thoughts I keep hidden seem so crazy. I’ve never felt more drawn to anyone in my life. It’s wild because we hardly know one another, but I feel I have known him my whole life. Like I could tell him anything.

  The door swings open and he flicks on the light. I glance over my shoulder at the large bed with a wooden head and footboard that appears to be made of natural wood. The rails that go across the top of the bed look like curved branches. It’s beautiful. Diego drops me to the bed and smiles at me as he runs a hand through his dark hair. Behind the bed is a full window with a view of a lake and a full moon that looks like it sits on the water’s edge.

  “Turn off the light,” I demand and pull my top over my head. I fling it at him, and he grins wider. The light flicks off and he closes the door. Tugging on his lip ring with his teeth he stalks toward me, kicking his boots off, and removing his clothing along the way. His chest is covered in tattoos just as his arms are. A grim reaper covers the left side of his torso. On the boney knuckles of the hand holding a scythe is a ring adorned with an O7 on it. The bed dips under Diego’s weight as he sits on the
opposite side of the bed.

  We gaze at each other knowing that once we cross this line there is no going back. I’m about to give him the one part of me that has never been shared with another soul. He crawls across the bed like a predator. Resting his head on my shoulder he tells me, “Take these off.” Snaking an arm around my waist he unbuttons my jeans.

  I should be nervous…maybe even a little scared but I’m not. Going up on my feet I stand with my back to him and shove the tight denim down my legs. I’m left standing in my undergarments. Blue lace triangles cover my intimate zones. Places no one has truly touched me skin to skin.

  “Turn around. Let me look at what’s mine.” The way he says the word with such raw possession sends a shiver coursing down my spine and to my toes. His fingers skim along the curve of my bottom. I feel his lips kiss the dimple at the small of my back and pepper up my spine. I turn into him, stepping between his thick thighs and smirking at his blue boxer briefs that match my lace in color. Those skillful lips press against my stomach as his hands grip my hips, his fingers biting into my bones. “You have the skin of a porcelain doll,” he murmurs between kisses working his way up my torso. I move to straddle his lap, feeling the heat of his growing erection pressing at my center. I stare into his blue eyes wanting to disappear in them. To get lost between the sheets with him and forget who I am for a while. A girl with a target on her back and a price on her head. A girl who wishes for death but fears it.

  I’ve been saving myself for the right person, but no one knows how I truly fear for the day Consuela will have me murdered like the rest of my family. I’m tired of being afraid and hiding away being a good girl who never does anything wrong or takes chances. I’m ready to live my life for me. I want to be with Diego, and I meant it when I said I want him to help me take that bitch out.