Sven's Ride (A Bad Boy MC Romance)

by Sara Crest

  I lifted her legs off of my shoulders and put them to my side, leaning down to kiss her on the neck.

  “I’m about to cum Emma, oh fuck you feel so good.”

  She grabbed my back and dug her nails into my already bruised and raw skin, I didn’t care, it all felt so good.

  “Cum for me baby, cum deep inside of me. I’m all yours, it’s all for you.”

  “Oh fuck, oh FUCK” I moaned as I thrust myself deep inside of her.

  I came deep inside her tight young pussy, filling her up with cum as we rocked the motorcycle back and forth in ecstasy. She dug her nails deeper into my back as my cock throbbed and pumped all of my thick warm cum deep into her. I thrust into her again and again as I pumped every last drop of my load into her.

  I practically collapsed on top of her, holding myself steady by keeping my right hand on the handlebars of the bike.

  “God you’re so fucking incredible” I whispered to her as I kissed her soft lips over and over.

  “I love you Sven” she said looking up at me.

  “I love you too Emma.”

  I almost had to laugh, I had stolen this bike and broke it in with the girl the original owner was trying to kill. God it all felt so fucking good.

  I slowly pulled out of her, letting her lay down naked on the bike. I admired her body one last time as the people who passed by the alley entrances slowly started to get curious as to why there were moans coming from the alley.

  I chuckled, leaning down to kiss her again.

  “Come on, let’s get some sleep. We got a lot to do in a few hours when we go down the Boston, and I think we both need a rest after everything that’s happened.”

  She smiled up at me and kissed me, running her hand down my chest that glistened with sweat.

  “After that I think I need to sleep for a week” she said grinning.

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  (Emma)

  Sven made some final adjustments to his new bike, making sure it rode the way it wanted him to. We had slept for almost the whole day and it was nearly evening now. By the time we got to Boston it would be dark out.

  I closed my eyes and felt the summer breeze blowing against my face.

  “Tell me again Sven…”

  “About what?” he asked as he checked the oil on his bike. “Jesus Christ the bastard barely even maintained this thing, should be a fucking crime for a bike like this.”

  “Tell me again about how it’s not our fault.”

  He chuckled “I told you, Clay was gonna start the war one way or another. We just happened to be the easiest excuse to pair with his meth plan.”

  “And you’re sure it’s not our fault? All those deaths aren’t on our hands?”

  He stood up from his bike and walked towards me, pulling me into him. I rest my face against his muscular chest and took a deep breath, breathing in his manly scent that I thought I would never get to smell again.

  “We did the right thing when we took out John. Clay was going to kill him anyway, now you know that John is dead you can truly live out the rest of your life.”

  I squeezed him, it felt so good to hear that it wasn’t my fault, that it wasn’t either of our faults. He would still have to live with the weight of the men he killed but I knew if I stood by him we could work through it together.

  “I’m sorry about your dad Sven. I’m sure he was a good man.”

  “Don’t worry Emma, after today his soul can rest easy. I’m gonna make things right.”

  He hopped on his bike and motioned me with his head to sit behind him.

  I got on and wrapped my arms around his core, rubbing him up and down and enjoying the fact that I had him back in my life.

  We peeled out of the parking lot and hit the road with me laughing the whole way. Feeling the wind in my hair as we picked up speed.

  I knew that what we were doing was potentially dangerous, but I trusted him, and if we trusted each other I knew we would come out on the other side perfectly fine. I’d finally be with him, not to mention I’d fulfill my dream of leaving my home town and finding my path somewhere else.

  I closed my eyes and let go of him for a moment, putting my arms on either side of him and feeling the wind on my hands. I smiled as I heard him laughing at me, even with the possibility of danger we had each other and that was all that mattered.

  I felt the wind in between my fingers and running through my hair, it felt like I could take off flying at any moment.

  With him, I was flying.

  There was no better freedom.

  Chapter Forty

  (Emma)

  I hadn’t been to Boston in years, seeing the city lights reminded me of how much I had missed going to school in Atlanta. I wouldn’t call myself a city person, but it definitely brought back fond memories.

  Sven sped through the streets, weaving in and out of cars like he had been doing it all his life. In the distance we could hear the sound of motorcycle engines, I assumed we would be getting closer to them but their noise never got louder.

  “Aren’t we going to the Rider’s hangout?” I asked as we weaved past a few more cars.

  “There’s something I have to get first” Sven called back as we hit a sharp turn and headed more towards the outskirts of the city.

  After a few minutes of speeding straight down the road we reached an older run down neighborhood.

  We pulled up next to an boarded up abandoned building, the sign had been torn down but the outline of the letters were still there.

  “Rich’s Auto Parts.”

  It looked like it hadn’t been open in years.

  “This is my dad’s old auto shop. I always thought he just ran this on the side, everyone told me he was a minuteman when I joined the Freedom Riders, it’s what made me want to be one myself. I can’t believe he was just an ordinary auto and motorcycle mechanic trying to get by and feed his son. God I feel like such an idiot for falling for their lies.”

  “It’s not your fault Sven, and in the end you have the power to make things right.”

  He nodded his head, getting off the bike and taking a wrench out of one of the bike’s bags.

  He wedged the wrench into the boarded up door, prying the wood off and revealing a door falling off its hinges.

  He pushed it open softly, almost as if he didn’t want to disturb the place, walking inside silently.

  I followed him in, not wanting to wait out here by myself with a possible gang war going on just a few blocks away, who knows when someone might come speeding by.

  Sven stood in the repair shop in complete silence for a few minutes, looking around and taking in everything. You could smell how old it was, the scent of dust and oil mixed into the air and made it thick to breathe. That smell must have been soaked into the foundation by now. Every once in awhile you could hear a rat scurrying, I wouldn’t be surprised if the place was crawling with them.

  “I haven’t been here in 25 years… everything looks so much bigger when you’re a kid” Sven said as he ran his finger along some equipment before wiping the dust away on an old cloth nearby.

  He walked over to where a mechanic uniform and a jacket hung on the wall. I followed him to see his dad’s name “Rich” printed on its left chest.

  He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed before giving a slight smile. “It’s like stepping into a time capsule.”

  He admired it for a few more seconds before leading me to an old office, he tried opening it but the door was locked.

  He took his pistol out and used the butt of it to break the handle off, allowing the door to swing open. “Shame I had to break something, I wanted to keep this place as undisturbed as possible.”

  We walked into the old room to find nothing but a dusty old wooden desk with a load of paperwork stacked up and an old half used pack of cigarettes.

  Sven picked up the cigarettes, looking at both sides of the box. “They don’t even make these things anymore” he said chuckling. “Goddamn dad it�
�s like a picture of your life, this is probably where you wanted me to work to.”

  “Did you want to see this one last time before we left Boston?” I asked.

  “There’s that, and there’s one other thing.”

  He turned the pack of cigarettes upside down and shook it. He reached inside the box and was able to pull out a small key that was dangling on the end of a piece of tape. He took it and walked over to a filing cabinet, pulling each drawer open until he found what he was looking for.

  He pulled out a blue lockbox, showing it to me before placing it on his dad’s desk.

  “I’ve only ever seen my dad with this thing twice. He told me to never look inside, one day I noticed that he always transferred his new cigarettes into the same old box. So I snuck into his office to figure out why and saw the key taped inside. At the time I didn’t have the guts to see what was inside of here.”

  “Do you know what it might be?”

  “I have my suspicions, suspicions that I’m banking on being right.”

  He put the key in the lockbox and after some struggles was able to finally force the lock open.

  He took a deep breath and covered his mouth, looking down in the box.

  “I really do miss you old man.”

  Chapter Forty-One

  (Sven)

  Emma walked over and took my hand, looking down to see what was in the box.

  I reached into it and pulled out the item on top, a framed picture of both of my parents standing in front of this very auto shop. My mom was smiling and my dad was beaming, and in my mom’s arms was me, a newborn me. I hadn’t seen my mother’s or father’s faces in years, I had almost forgotten what they looked like, and now I had the only picture of all of us together.

  Emma pulled me closer to her, feeling my happiness.

  I spent a few minutes just staring at it, smiling and thinking about the family we could have been, but as I looked down at Emma I knew that I had another shot at family. A shot to have my own family, one day.

  I handed the photo to Emma, finding both another surprise in the box as well as what I came here for.

  The surprise? About $15,000 in cash. Maybe he got it from the Freedom Riders, maybe he got it from working hard every day, all I know is it sure would help a lot.

  “Thanks pops” I said as I counted the money.

  What I came here for? Dad’s old .45 caliber handgun.

  I fished it out of the box and inspected it, pulling back the slide and taking the magazine out. Damn thing was still loaded.

  “Sven that’s what you came here for? After everything you said about being tired of killing you came here to get that gun to kill Walsh?”

  I looked deep into her eyes to make sure that she knew that I was telling the truth.

  “I’m not going to be the one that kills Walsh, I’m not gonna have his death weighing me down even after everything he did to me. But I’m not gonna lie to you, I am gonna hurt him, but only enough that I can give him over to the Empire State Rollers. They’re gonna kill him anyway, but I’m still gonna get a shot in for dad.”

  Emma looked a little disappointed but understanding. “As long as you don’t kill him Sven, I want you to leave that life behind.”

  I leaned in and kissed her “as soon as I’m done here we’ll both leave this life behind together. It’s almost over Em, it’ll be over and then we can finally be together.”

  I looked back at the picture of all of us as a family, I wish they would have gotten to meet Emma, goddamn would they have loved her as much as I did.

  Chapter Forty-Two

  (Emma)

  Red and blue lights flashed as people gathered around to try and see what was going on. Police tried to push away the crowd of onlookers trying desperately to see what the police were blocking.

  Sven and I sat on his bike down the street looking onto the scene, the police had cut off all the city blocks surrounding the Freedom Riders hangout spot.

  “They’re already here” Sven said. “The Empire Rollers are already here, the cops aren’t even going to try and stop them from taking over, they’re just here to make sure that civilians don’t wander in and get caught in the crossfire.”

  “How do we know we won’t get caught in the crossfire?” I asked. Although I was willing to do this with Sven it didn’t mean I wanted either of us to die when we were so close.

  “Clay already knew I was coming, his men know not to shoot me. Once I’m at the Rider’s hangout all I’ll have to do is walk in there under the guise that Clay dragged us all the way from Vermont to here so that I can talk to Walsh and make peace. Once I’m in it’ll just be a matter of grabbing that fucker and dragging him out onto the street.”

  He turned around and looked at me, I stared into his blue eyes and I saw the confidence that I fell in love with. He looked determined, ready, like he could do anything now that I was with him.

  “Do you trust me?” he asked.

  I hugged him from behind squeezing him closer to me. “I trust you more than anyone else in this world, if you say we’re going to be ok, then we’re going to be ok.”

  He looked down at me and smiled “in a few hours we’ll be together for real. Think you can handle that?”

  “Can’t be any harder than what we’ve already been through. If we can get through this then everything else will be a cakewalk.”

  Suddenly we heard the sound of a motorcycle crash and a noise coming from the crowd, their chatter escalated into screaming and everyone began to run away from the police “do not cross” line.

  “Out of my way!” we heard a man cry out.

  We looked over to the crowd to see a Freedom Rider walking towards the cops from inside the blocked off area. He was holding a rifle and was aiming it right at the police line, he had crashed his bike into a wall and it was completely totalled, judging by his bruises he had jumped off just in time. He wore a leather jacket covered with patches but he looked so young, couldn’t have been older than 20.

  The officers pulled out their pistols as Sven moved us behind a wall to safety. Shielding me with his massive body.

  “I said move the FUCK out of my way” the biker called out. “I’m not letting those fuckers in there kill me, I’m not dying today.”

  “Easy son” one of the officers called out. “Just drop the gun and we can sort this all out.”

  “Fuck that, I’m not going to prison! Let me through now! I’m walking out of this city and you better not be in my way.”

  He fired the gun up in the air which caused most of the cops to duck. One of the officers kept his footing, aiming his pistol right at him and firing three shots, causing the kid to fall like a sack of bricks.

  “Fucking hell” Sven muttered.

  Sven revved his engine and aimed us right for the police barricade “hold on Emma” he called out.

  I grabbed him tightly as two cops tried to get in our way, only moving once it was clear that Sven wasn’t going to stop.

  We smashed through the wood barricade. The police yelled at us to stop and turn back around.

  Sven pulled the bike up to the kid who was laying there on the ground grasping for his life.

  He kneeled down as the police kept their distance with their guns pointed at us. I got off of the bike and stood between Sven and the police, I knew they wouldn’t shoot me and I had to use that to protect him.

  “Take it easy my man” Sven said grabbing onto the kid’s hand. “Everything will be alright.”

  Sven took took off his own jacket, he had gotten it brand new on the way to meet up with me because the road had destroyed the clothes he was wearing. He selflessly balled it up and put it under the kids head, giving him some comfort against the hard pavement of the street.

  “Even after everything the club did to you, you still love your brothers, don’t you?” I asked him.

  “Not all of them, many of them knew my story and kept it from me, laughing in secret. But this kid wouldn’t have been a part of th
at, he would have joined for the same reasons I joined.”

  He squeezed the kid’s hand and the kid squeezed back as his blood started to pool underneath him.

  “The… the Empire MC” the kid spurted out, struggling just to speak. “They have our home surrounded, they have the whole bar surrounded. Walsh… Walsh refuses to give up and they’re killing us. I tried to ride out of there but-”

  He coughed up some blood, Sven reached into his motorcycle bag and pulled out a bottle of water, giving it to the kid who thirstily drank it up.

  His grip on the bottle went limp and it fell to the ground as the kid took his final breath. He was laying in a pool of his own blood, the smell of iron was already filling the air, after what happened with John I was hoping I would never have to smell it ever again.

  Sven closed the kid’s eyes for him and stood up, washing the blood off of his hands with the last of the water from the bottle.

  “Walsh started all of this, he’s gripped this city and turned it into a fucking hotbed of crystal meth and gang violence. He got greedy and started pumping it into New York City and brought this down on all of us, he had me do things that will haunt me forever under the guise of the greater good, he didn’t punish the men who stole my father from me, and in the end he tried to steal us away from each other. I’m not letting him walk out of this city.”

  I didn’t want him to kill anyone, I didn’t want him adding another soul to his conscious that would weigh him down. I didn’t know if he was going to just hurt Walsh and leave him to the Empire State MC or if he’d kill him himself. If it were up to me we would just leave right now before anything bad happened to us, but I knew that he needed this closure, he needed tonight.

  * * *

  When we sped deeper into the city there were no signs of anyone, the police had blocked off all the streets leading to the Freedom Riders hangout and it seemed like the few people who stayed within these blocks were hiding inside their apartments.