Sven's Ride (A Bad Boy MC Romance)

by Sara Crest

  “Sven you don’t understand, I knew your father. Your father and I used to be best friends so many years ago… I can’t believe it, you’re Rich’s boy...”

  For the first time all day Emma escaped my mind, how could this man know my father? If they were good friends why didn’t I remember him? I was around my dad for years.

  If you’re really his son, and you’re really a part of the Freedom Riders then… then you really don’t know what happened to your father do you? Jesus fucking christ boy, they really put you on a wild ride.”

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  (Sven)

  I sat on the ground, rubbing my face with my hands, the hands that Clay had cut free.

  My gun lay to my side, its single bullet carefully removed but angrily tossed aside. My whole body felt like it was on fire as I was filled with a mixture of rage, confusion, and regret. My whole goddamn life had been a lie.

  “I’m sorry Sven, that’s just the way things are.”

  “Tell me again, one more time from the top. I need to hear this, I need to let it soak in.”

  Clay sighed and pulled out a bottle of vodka from the dresser drawer nearby. He broke off the sealed cap and downed a good few shots worth, he tried to hand it to me but I declined, I wanted to be sober when I heard this again.

  “Your dad… he was never in the Freedom Riders, neither was your grandfather for that matter. Your dad was a plain and simple motorcycle mechanic that helped the Riders out more times than I can count, I always made sure to take my bike to him because he was one of the best in the city. It’s how him and I became friends. He told me a lot about you, I even met your mom before she took you to Europe as a baby, those few years you were gone practically killed your dad on the inside.”

  He smiled “your mother was a damn beauty by the way, probably the prettiest girl to ever walk through that city. Although that might change if you bring that girl of yours with you.”

  He took another drink of vodka, coughing and clearing his throat before continuing.

  “Anyway, your dad brought you back to the states to raise you. He was never officially a Freedom Rider but I guess since he always had guys like us hanging around you made that assumption, fair assumption for a kid to make. One day they told him to hold onto some crystal meth for them in his garage, they wanted him to hide it because the cops were after them. He didn’t want to put himself, or you, in danger and they just fucking shot him right then and there. No hesitation. I was in the garage getting a tune up when it happened, I was so fucking dumbstruck that I didn’t even do anything, they just smiled at me and ran off.”

  “Explains the closed casket funeral. Do you know who it was that did it?”

  “There were four of them, three of them died from their own bullshit decisions. One of them fled Boston last year and tried to join up with my crew not realizing that I was the one running it. I put a bullet in his gut without even thinking twice, chances are you knew who he was but had no idea what he did to your pops. At the time that they killed your dad Walsh was young, he sided with the men that killed him, it’s the reason why he hates you and the reason why I bailed on that shitshow of a MC. When I left I made sure to get some guys I trusted to help raise you, I even sent them some money every month to help. Never did I think Walsh would let it go so far as to let you join under the impression that your dad was a Rider, he always was a fucking bastard. I should have never left you there, I should have helped you more, and I’m sorry for that.”

  Was this what Barron and Saul were trying to tell me? Were those two really the only ones in the whole club who had the balls to tell me? God I felt like such a fucking clown, I gave years of my life to a club that put my father in the ground.

  “Hey Clay, let me see that knife” I said holding my hand out.

  Clay took the knife by the blade and tossed it to me, I snatched it out of the air by the handle.

  I rolled my sleeve up and revealed the initiate tattoo for the Freedom Riders, of course I didn’t get road rash there, even worn and weathered through time it still looked great.

  I took the knife and made two cuts along the tattoo, forming a big red X. I was done.

  They sold me out, they left me for dead, they tried to give away my girl to be some fuck toy, they let my father’s killers run free without repercussion, and they convinced me to help them pump crystal meth into the city I love all under the guise that it was for the greater good of the club. Fuck the greater good of the club, I’ve killed dozens of men for them and they took my dad away from me when I needed him most.

  I stood up but my body was sore all over, I was beaten and worn but had no time to rest. I had to get to Emma, I had to get as far away from the Riders as I possibly could.

  “Clay, I need to get out of here. I need to go and be with my girl, I love her and she’s out there with men hunting her.”

  “I’ll take you down to make sure nobody kills you, I’ll lie and tell the men that the Freedom Riders gave us the wrong guy.”

  He put his hands on both of my shoulders “you look just like your parents, it’s a shame I didn’t know you in your 20s, things might have been a little different for you.”

  “As long as I ride out of here with nothing more than the bruises I have on my body now, knowing that I can reach my girl without your guys trying to kill me, I’ll be fine.”

  Clay smiled and nodded, leading me out of the door. I turned and looked at the red mark from where John had died, to think that all of this had started there just a few days ago.

  Clay led me down the steps to the motel parking lot where his men quickly began to gather around us.

  “You fuckheads got the wrong guy” he said lying. “This man is innocent and you’re gonna let him walk right out of here. We do know who the real killer is, however, and he’s a man that we’ve already had on our to-do list for a long long time.”

  “Walsh thinks he’s playing all of you as suckers, he’s laughing it up right now on his way to Boston thinking he played all of you.” It was a lie but as far as I was concerned it was a harmless one, Walsh was already gonna be killed no matter what I said, I might as well just fan the flames.

  Clay gave me a soft pat on the back.

  “You heard him boys, we’re going to Boston to kill that fucker, I want this job done right the first time.”

  The crowd erupted, men who were already on their bikes revved their engines, some took the incentive to speed off to try and beat the rest of the group to the city. The entire crowd of hundreds of men were scrambling to ride out of there.

  “You’re free to go bud” Clay said grinning at me.

  “I would but, I don’t have any wheels. Your guys blew my ride up, you’re lucky I’m a forgiving man Clay.”

  “In all this chaos, just steal one. Go ahead, I’ll look the other way. Let’s just consider it a present for all those birthdays that I missed.”

  “Thanks old man.”

  I patted him on the back and rushed into the crowd, looking for the sad bastard whose ride I would steal.

  After a few seconds of searching I saw him, the guy that lit my bike on fire in the first place. He was putting some final touches on his motorcycle bag, giving me a second to check out the fine piece of machine he had. I hadn’t noticed it when they were bringing me here but the thing must have been worth at least three times what mine was worth.

  I grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled him up to his feet, scaring the living shit out of him.

  I snatched the key out of his hand with a grin on my face.

  “Sorry buddy, that’s just how karma works.”

  I pushed him into the crowd and hopped on the bike, turning it on and feeling its engine hum beneath me before hitting the throttle and speeding off through the crowd, damn near hitting half a dozen people on the way out.

  As I peeled out of there I looked back at the crowd, Walsh was about to have hundreds of men after his ass. That’s what that fucker gets for crossing me.


  With the wind in my hair I couldn’t stop thinking about how I was about to be with the girl of my dreams, I just had to find out where she was.

  I drove up the road to where I lost my phone, stopping to pick it up. The screen was scratched to shit but it still worked, not only was it working but it was picking up the tail end of a phone call.

  I couldn’t see who the caller was because of the state the screen was in, but I had some idea.

  I pressed the answer button and put the phone to my ear.

  “Sven? Is that you?”

  To think I had almost never heard that voice again.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  (Emma)

  I only slept for an hour. After our run in with that Freedom Rider we knew we had to find a motel that was a safe enough distance. We finally found one that we were comfortable in about 2 hours away from home near the Massachusetts border. By the time we actually found the place it was already morning.

  I could hardly contain myself, knowing that Sven would be here soon. I was sitting on a chair by the window bouncing up and down in my seat. I felt like a kid who heard the news forecast about an incoming snowstorm.

  Milly was fast asleep, I couldn’t blame her, she did most of the driving and with all the stress I was putting her through she needed a rest.

  I walked over to her and kissed her on the back of her head. I didn’t feel the need to only call her my half sister anymore, I had to realize that her and I were so close that we might as well have been full sisters. I should have never let John drive a wedge between us, especially with all that she did to defend me from him.

  I don’t think I would have been able to hold myself together if it wasn’t for her, maybe if she wasn’t here that man would have taken my away and I would have been killed or given to the Empire State Rollers.

  I don’t think I could ever thank her for everything she’s done to me, not just in the past day but throughout my life. I guess I would have to start by being a better sister.

  I heard the sound of a motorcycle off in the distance and I practically ran to the window. The sound of its roaring engine got closer and closer until I finally saw Sven pull into the parking lot.

  I ran outside to greet him and I swear he practically jumped off of the moving bike when he saw me.

  He turned the bike off and ran over to me, swooping me off my feet and lifting me up in the air to kiss me again and again.

  “Oh my god Sven what happened to you?” I asked him noticing cuts and bruises all over his body. It looked like he had patched up some areas but other parts were still hurt badly.

  “I’m never leaving you again baby, I promise” he said pulling me in and holding my body against his. “I’m so sorry I left, you were right. You were right about everything, I just didn’t want to believe you but everything you said about the Freedom Riders was right.”

  “You don’t have to apologize, I’m just happy I have you back. I love you so much and I thought you were dead or captured and I just never want to let you go ever again.”

  “I want to run away with you Emma, I want to be with you, there’s just one last thing I- We need to take care of. There’s a lot of things I found out about my father and my connection to the Freedom Riders, and I won’t ever have closure until I take care of it.”

  “What do you need to take care of?” I said running my hands up and down his muscular arms, being careful not to mess up his bandages. As long as I had him at the end of this I was willing to go through with anything.

  “I need to confront Walsh, I need to confront the man that did something horrible to my father. We need to go to Boston, I know it’s dangerous but-”

  “As long as I’m with you Sven I don’t care, I just want to be by your side while we do it. If I have to wait just a few extra hours before I get to run off with you then it’s all worth it.”

  He kissed me again and I knew everything was alright. We just had one last thing to get through, and we would do it together.

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  (Sven)

  We let Milly sleep for a little while longer before sending her home, I told her that there might be signs that people were in her house but that all of their belongings should be fine and there should be no more Freedom Riders or Empire Rollers in town.

  She hugged both of us, looking at us smiling and being happy for us. I thanked her for taking such good care of my Emma, I would have to figure out a way to repay her.

  “So when will I get to see you again?” Milly said as she started the car and prepared to leave us behind.

  “Our first stop after Boston I’ll text you, we’ll sort something out” Emma said smiling.

  She ran up to Milly and hugged her through the open window, they each gave each other a kiss on the cheek.

  “Thank you so much Milly” Emma said. “You’re the best sister anyone could ever have.”

  “HALF-sister” Milly said jokingly.

  “Oh shut up, you’re my full sister. No matter what happens that will never change.”

  They smiled at each other and Milly waved goodbye, pulling out of the parking lot and heading up the same road I had just come down.

  As soon as Milly was out of view I slid my hand down Emma’s back and into her jeans, grabbing a big handful of that ass that I loved so much.

  “Oh my god Sven stop that!” she said playfully.

  “You kidding me? 5 hours ago I thought I’d never get to see you again. I’m taking you in that room right now and I’m feeling every inch of you” I said kissing her neck.

  I spotted my bike as I kissed her “actually, I have a better idea.”

  I rolled the bike over to a nearby alley, it was secluded enough for us to mostly be alone. It was my new bike after all, I had to really break it in.

  I grabbed her by her hips and lifted her onto the seat of the bike, kissing her as I began to pull her pants down.

  “What if someone sees?” she muttered to me in between kisses.

  “Let them see” I replied, pausing to lift her shirt up over her head. I looked at her sitting naked on my ride, good enough to take a picture of. The way her breasts bounced up and down on her chest with every breath she took, the way she shook with anticipation, the way her curvy full ass looked on my seat. I wanted her, I was gonna make her mine again and again.

  I dropped my pants and kicked them aside. Walking towards her as I stroked my cock.

  She bit her lip, eyeing me up and down as I adjusted her on my seat and spread her legs.

  I rubbed the tip of my cock against the already wet opening of her tight pussy. I kissed her deeply as I slid my cock up and down against her cunt.

  “You want me don’t you?” I whispered playfully into her ear.

  “More than anything in the world Sven” she replied back looking deep into my eyes.

  I slid the tip of my cock into her, she let out a soft moan into my lips as I pushed inch after inch of my cock into that wet pussy. It was just as tight as I remembered.

  I put one hand on her hips and one hand on her face to bring her in for a kiss as I started thrusting myself deep into her again and again. With every thrust she let out a moan that escaped our kiss and echoed throughout the alleyway.

  I took her again and again, feeling her young tight pussy wrapped around my cock. I was never gonna let her get away from me again, I wanted us to feel each other each and every night.

  She leaned back on the seat and moaned, I held onto her hips to keep her in place as my bike rocked back and forth with each thrust.

  I turned her around so that her head was towards the handlebars and her feet were near the rear tire. I put one leg over the bike and put her legs up so that they rested on my shoulders.

  She held onto the handlebars as I thrust as hard as I could into her tight pussy, goddamn she was so wet that I just wanted to fill her up as much as I could.

  I put my hand over her mouth to mask her moans as I saw some people walk past the other side
of the alleyway, completely oblivious to what Emma and I were doing.

  “Take me Sven” I heard her moan through my palm. “Take me and make me yours, I want to be yours for the rest of my life” she moaned as I really started to find my rhythm.

  I practically shuddered with each thrust as I felt her tight pussy squeeze my cock. She was mine and nobody could take that away from me.

  I could feel her body shaking underneath me, begging for me to give her release. I could feel her trying to bite my palm to have something to mask how much she was moaning. I took my other hand and put it on her stomach, holding her in place on the bike as I slid the entire length of my massive cock in and out of her. I looked down and watched my cock enter her again and again, practically stretching her tight young pussy out as she shuddered in pleasure with every thrust.

  “You like that don’t you, you’re gonna be Sven’s good girl aren’t you?” I said as I picked up my tempo.

  “Mhmmm” she moaned. I slid my hand down her face and held onto her neck. “I’m you’re good girl Sven, I’ll always be yours, it’s all I want.”

  I could feel my cock swelling inside of her, I wanted to unload inside her pussy and feel her filled up with my cum. Goddamn it felt good, when you think you’re never gonna feel something like this ever again it somehow feels better once you have it, and boy did I fucking have it. I lowered my hand from her stomach to her groin, holding her firmly in place as my cock started to throb uncontrollably, I was so fucking close I was ready to burst.

  “Oh my god Sven I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, oh my god that feels so fucking good” she cried out, practically screaming and letting her words bounce off the walls. I didn’t care how loud she was, fuck it let the whole world know how good we make each other feel.

  “Ohhhhh fuck” she moaned as she shook uncontrollably. I held her in place so that she didn’t fall off the bike, she shook and ground her hips against my cock as I felt her pussy get even wetter. With every moan she gave her pussy gripped itself around my cock, finally pushing me over the edge.