Hard as an Outlaw_A Motorcycle Club Romance_Devil’s Fighters MC

by Paula Cox

  After unexpectedly reconnecting with Prince and hearing his story, making the decision not to return to her life in Vancouver without him had been a no-brainer. Going about it, however, was much more complicated.

  For starters, it would take time. She may not know much about the ways of the Devil’s Fighters, but even Alyssa realized that Prince could not simply walk away from the club—that is, not if he wanted to stay alive. She knew that, should they ever be so stupid as to run away, the Devil’s Fighters would hunt them down. She was as sure of that as she was about her own name. As impatient as she may be to get the both of them out of Pinebrook for good, Alyssa knew they would have to pace themselves.

  But the Devil’s Fighters weren’t the only obstacle. Ironically, Prince, himself, was an impediment on his own path to freedom. Try as she might, Alyssa couldn’t shake the feeling that he didn’t think he deserved to be saved. It was as if he simply didn’t believe that he could ever amount to a different life, a better life. His resignation tore Alyssa up almost as much as the story he had told her.

  And then there was her. Alyssa herself was an obstacle to her own plan. No matter how hard she tried to keep a level head and a firm hold on her emotions, it was undeniable that a lot had happened over the past couple of weeks, and her head was spinning with the depth of it all. From her parents’ passing to Prince re-entering her life so unexpectedly and with the force of a tornado, her world had literally been turned upside down.

  She wished she could give herself the luxury of just sitting with it for a few days. She desperately needed to be alone with everything that she was feeling in order to finally be able to process it. But she knew she didn’t have that richness. She knew her focus needed to be outwards rather than inwards right now.

  And so Alyssa pushed her emotions forcefully under the surface and left them there. She could feel them bubbling under her skin sometimes, begging for release, but she always refused them. The nights were the hardest—when the world was silent and she was truly, utterly alone. She hoped that would change once she got back to Pinebrook and to Prince. Maybe if he was sleeping next to her in her bed, she would be better able to keep her focus.

  And there it was again. There was no guarantee that Prince would even want to sleep in her bed. Why was she doing this to herself? Why was she deluding herself that in some way they could pick up where they left off eight years ago and spend every free minute of their time together? She knew things had changed (Boy had they changed!), but there was a part of her that couldn’t help but hope. She longed for the lost simplicity of their relationship. There had been a time when being together was easy. There had been a time when being together was the natural choice.

  Now, it was much more complicated, and external circumstances weren’t the only culprit. It was them. They had changed, too, and Alyssa was still trying to figure out whether they had changed for the better. Was being older and wiser really an advantage? Alyssa didn’t feel wiser at all, just warier.

  A pang of something (pain? regret? nostalgia?) hit her then. Never in a million years would she have expected to be wary of Prince. Instead, here she was, trying to figure him out like she would a stranger. She supposed that, in a way, that was exactly who he was—a stranger. There had been a time when she knew him and his green eyes like the back of her hand. That time was long past, and she didn’t know the man the boy had turned into.

  Alyssa knew her focus should be solely on the practical aspects of her predicament. She knew she should only think of coming up with a plan. But she couldn’t help thinking of the emotional part, too. Prince the Boy had been the best relationship of her life, the one she still compared all others to. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be in a relationship with Prince the Man. Was that even doable?

  Probably not. She shuddered as she thought about Benedict Lenday’s threat, warning her to stay out of Prince’s life. So, a relationship was out of discussion as long as the Devil’s Fighters had him within their coils. Alyssa felt a renewed surge of hate just thinking about the motorcycle gang that ruled the town of Pinebrook. She wondered how it had even come to that. Who let them get so out of hand that they now even had more than half of Pinebrook’s police on their payroll?

  Alyssa shook her head. The more she thought about the situation in her town, the crazier it all seemed. It was an old, familiar sensation, and she hated it. She had thought she was done with that place forever. Instead, here she was, driving more or less full speed towards it.

  She jumped and cursed softly when her phone rang. There had been something oddly soothing about driving through the swampy Louisiana landscape; it allowed for some of that much-needed solitude Alyssa yearned for. It annoyed her to no end that the world would be intruding again so soon.

  She groaned out loud when she read the name of the caller on the display of the car’s Bluetooth. For a moment she contemplated not picking up, but she knew that would only postpone the inevitable.

  Alyssa took a deep breath and pressed the button to take the call.

  “Hello?”

  “Are you out of your freaking mind?”

  Alyssa cringed. “Hey, Anna.”

  “Don’t give me that. I just got in to work. Is it true that you’re not going to Montreal?”

  “It’s true.”

  “Were you thinking about informing me?”

  “Yes,” Alyssa said, and it was the truth. She didn’t like the idea, but she would have told Anna. Eventually. “I would’ve called you.”

  “Why didn’t you call me?”

  Alyssa sighed. It felt like she was being chastised by an older sister…which in a way was exactly what was happening. “You were on vacation. I didn’t want to disturb you.”

  The excuse sounded lame to her own ears, and predictably enough Anna called her on it immediately.

  “Bullshit,” her friend said bluntly. “Care to explain why you’re not going to a conference you had been looking forward to for months?”

  “I just have…stuff to do in Pinebrook. Josh is covering for me, and Mark and the other associates are fine with me taking the time off. What’s the big deal here?”

  Alyssa really didn’t see it. Yes, she should have probably updated her friend and co-worker on her plans to be gone for much longer than they had initially expected, but it wasn’t like she was leaving the clinic high and dry.

  When Anna’s voice came again, it was much calmer than it had been. “It’s not about the time off, Aly,” she said. “You’re going through some pretty heavy stuff, not to mention you’ve got a lot of personal days stacked up. Of course you can take time off; that’s not the point.”

  “What’s the point, then?”

  “The point is I’m worried about you. The point is I can tell something’s going on, and I want you to feel like you can tell me about it.”

  Alyssa sighed again. She had known exactly what the point was, of course, but that did not mean she wanted to hear it. “Nothing’s going on, Anna,” she said. She was appalled at just how easily the lie rolled off her tongue. When had it become easy to lie to one of her best friends? “I just have a lot on my plate right now, that’s all. I need to sort it out so I can focus again once I’m back to work.”

  “I understand that,” Anna said. “But it still feels like there’s something you’re not telling me. I mean, you could just as easily sort it out here in Vancouver. Instead, you’ve chosen to go back to a place you always told me you hated.”

  “I still hate it,” Alyssa said, and that was very true. “I still have some of my parents’ affairs to take care of. The house isn’t sold yet for one thing, and I’d like to meet the people who are going to buy it and live there.”

  That was also true. Although it was not the main reason why she had only gone back to Vancouver briefly after her parents’ funeral, taken care of things at the veterinary clinic where she worked, and was now driving down the highway towards a hometown she despised.

  “Are you sur
e nothing else is happening?”

  “I’m sure,” Alyssa said, trying to keep the exasperation out of her voice. She longed for this third-degree to be over. “I promise.”

  God. She had only been in Pinebrook for two weeks and already she was making false promises. That place was toxic.

  “But what about Montreal?” Anna said. “Can’t you go anyway and then fly back to Louisiana?”

  “No,” Alyssa said, a little more curtly than she had intended. “Some things are just more important, Anna.”

  There were a few moments of silence at the end of which her friend let out a sigh that traveled all the way through the line.

  “All right,” Anna said, finally relenting. “If this is really what you need right now, I’ll support it.”

  “Thank you,” Alyssa said, relieved. “And yes, it is what I need.”

  “You’ll let me know if you need anything though? You know I don’t mind flying over.”

  “I know,” Alyssa said. “Thank you. But I’m good for now, really.”

  The thought of Anna coming to Pinebrook was horrifying. Alyssa couldn’t even begin to imagine what her friend’s reaction would be if faced with the town’s harsh reality…or, for that matter, with the fact that she was planning to defy the most ruthless motorcycle gang in the territory in order to rescue the man she loved, who just so happened to be a professional competitor in illegal fighting rings.

  “So how was your vacation?” Alyssa asked out of the blue, desperate to move on to a new and lighter topic of conversation.

  “Oh, it was great!” Anna perked up immediately. “Just what I needed. Mexico is spectacular.”

  “I’ll bet.”

  There was a brief pause.

  “Also, I met someone.”

  Alyssa grinned at the embarrassment in Anna’s voice. “Do tell,” she urged, genuinely intrigued.

  They spent the next half hour discussing the man Anna had met at the resort in Mexico, who turned out to be a cardiologist at Vancouver’s St. Paul Hospital. They had agreed to see each other again, and Anna was predictably freaking out. Given her streak of unbelievably bad luck with men, she couldn’t be blamed for being wary and extra cautious.

  “He texted me last night and asked me out for Friday.”

  “Great,” Alyssa said. “At the very least, he’s a man of his word.”

  “Yeah…” Anna sounded uncertain. “I’m not sure I’m going to go.”

  Alyssa blinked, taken aback. The way Anna had been gushing about this guy, she would think her friend would jump at the chance of seeing him again so soon after they had parted ways in Mexico.

  “What are you talking about?” Alyssa asked, incredulous.

  “Well, you know…” Anna trailed off, letting the words hang in the air.

  “No, I don’t know. Enlighten me.”

  “Well… Wait, are you sure you want to hear about this?”

  “Yes, please,” Alyssa said with a dramatic sigh. “I’m driving through swamps. I need the diversion.”

  Anna chuckled. “All right. Well, what if he turns out to be an asshole like the others?” she said bluntly. “You know me; I tend to fall hard. What if I fall for this guy and he turns out to be a dick?”

  Alyssa thought it over for a moment. Given Anna’s unfortunate past when it came to relationships, it was a fair question.

  “I suppose there’s a risk,” she admitted. “But it’s probably a risk you’ll have to take.”

  “You think so?”

  “Yep.”

  They discussed it at length, and in the end, Anna agreed to go on a date with the doctor she had met in Mexico. By the time they hung up, Alyssa was feeling lighter than she had felt in days. It felt good to talk about normal stuff again, and it felt wonderful to let herself be swept up by Anna’s enthusiasm for such a mundane matter as a date.

  Her thoughts immediately turned to Prince. Much as she tried not to fall into the trap of fantasizing, Alyssa couldn’t help but wonder if they would ever be able to share a mundane life (or any life, for that matter). She wondered if they would ever get to the point where they could go on an actual date without worrying about pissing off the president of a violent motorcycle gang. She wondered if they would ever get to the point where their biggest worry would be what movie to go see.

  Alyssa didn’t think she was even in a relationship with Prince. Something was going on between them, but she had the feeling it didn’t even resemble a relationship. She wondered if Prince was even interested in a relationship at all. She wondered if she was.

  She had not expected him to come back into her life, and now that he was back (hopefully to stay), Alyssa had no clue what to expect or what she wanted exactly. She knew she had to get Prince out of the fighting rings and into a normal, safe life, but beyond that her mind drew up a blank.

  Sighing, Alyssa stretched in the driver’s seat and worked out some of the kinks in her neck and shoulders. She had another hour’s drive ahead of her before Pinebrook would finally come into view. It would be a long drive…and yet, somehow, it would not be long enough.

  Chapter Fourteen

  When Alyssa walked in, the house was silent. It wasn’t that it wasn’t supposed to be, it was just that she hadn’t gotten used to the silence just yet.

  It still felt odd and surreal in a very heartbreaking way to walk in and not hear soft jazz playing on the stereo in the living room, or the clinks and clanks of pots and pans from the kitchen. It felt very wrong that the lights would be turned off and wouldn’t turn on until Alyssa hit the switch herself. It had been almost three weeks since her parents were killed in a tragic car accident, and it still felt like they should be there, in their house, living and growing old together.

  Alyssa endured the sharp pang of pain that always came every time she stepped into the empty and silent house with the long-suffering bravery of a soldier at war, and she made her way upstairs, dragging her wheeled suitcase up with her. She took her time, relishing the slow pace of her activities. She unpacked and took a long shower, willing the hot spray to melt away the knot that seemed to have taken up permanent residency in the pit of her stomach. Unsurprisingly, the hot shower didn’t help.

  Once in her robe, Alyssa went back downstairs, toweling herself dry as she went. She would fix herself a quick lunch, she decided, and then she would spend a well-deserved lazy day while she waited for Prince to come over that night.

  Once in the kitchen, it didn’t take her long to notice the note stuck to the refrigerator. It was a bright yellow post-it, but once she had picked it up to read she discovered that there was nothing bright about what it had to say. Initially, she had thought the note might be from Lynn, who happened to have an extra set of keys to the house just in case, but she was surprised to discover that it was actually from Prince.

  It was a short, curt note:

  I won’t be there tonight. I have a fight. I’ll see you tomorrow. Sorry.

  To Alyssa, it didn’t quite sound like he was really sorry. She put the note on the table and went about her business of making herself something to eat. She didn’t really know how to feel about the message. She had turned on the stereo in the living room and put on one of her dad’s vinyl discs, but not even the notes of soft jazz could do much to soothe her. She felt suddenly uneasy.

  As she gave in to her instincts of reaching for comfort food and made herself a grilled cheese sandwich, Alyssa tried very hard not to think about Prince’s note. In fact, at some point she even snatched it off the table and threw it in the trash. But no matter what she did, how else she tried to occupy herself and her mind, she couldn’t get it out of her head.

  She was still thinking about it half an hour later, after her lunch had been consumed and as she sat at the kitchen’s table nursing a much-needed cup of coffee. She thought she would have to be much tougher than this if she wanted to have a chance at getting both Prince and herself out of Pinebrook, but she still couldn’t help the havoc wreaked by one simple litt
le post-it note.

  That note was the first real, actual, concrete evidence of what Prince did. Hearing about the fights was one thing, but this note put Alyssa in front of the very harsh reality of it all, and she didn’t like it.

  She knew Prince didn’t have a choice, but she still couldn’t help the pang of irrational, childish anger at his standing her up. She knew he couldn’t have picked her up at the airport in New Orleans, not if they wanted to keep their relationship—or whatever it was—under the radar of the Devil’s Fighters. But she had hoped she would still get to spend some time with him tonight. She had hoped he would acknowledge her return in some way that didn’t involve a post-it note on her refrigerator.

  More importantly, she had hoped he (she? they?) wouldn’t have to deal with a fight so soon. The night when he had showed up on her doorstep with a wounded fellow competitor was well imprinted in her mind—and not only because they had ended up having sex on the kitchen’s floor.