by Andrea Rose
“Why don’t you just end it baby? Save me the trouble.”
“Jude… Just go… Go with the Kings, take your drugs, go…”
His laughter rose even higher. I sat shivering through every single gasping breath. When his voice returned, it was colder. “Do you think I care about the Kings? Think I want the fucking money? The drugs? The pussy?”
“What do you want Jude?” I asked, afraid of the answer.
“All I ever wanted was you baby… All I ever fucking wanted was you.”
He wasn’t laughing anymore. I listened to his sobs, his guttural wail.
“I won’t fucking live without you. You’re little whore brain can’t wrap itself around that. Can it?”
I stood up, my feet flat against the cool ground. The tears wouldn’t stop falling and I didn’t want them to stop.
“Gave you everything you fucking bitch. I suffered. I did everything for you. All of it! FUCKING ALL OF IT!”
My feet padded forward, silent steps, the wailing and broken man so close. I could hear his fist slamming against the metal container, could imagine the battered and bloodied knuckles and damaged mind behind them. Jude was my monster. I’d helped him live in this world. I’d given him hope.
I’d made a mistake…
“Jude…” I whispered, stepping into the open space.
Fear had drained away. My mind went blank as my ears closed off the gunfire in the distance. Nothing mattered. Nothing ever mattered. I was colder than I had ever been.
He stared at me, the gun held tight in his hands, fingers running across the stamped metal of a beastly looking assault rifle. It rose up, aiming at my chest. Eyes shined at me in the darkness, no hint of the evil they contained. My stomach collapsed.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Jude asked as my hand moved upward, lifting the revolver.
“Callie. Fucking stop.”
I closed my eyes, tucked myself away somewhere deep inside. It was safe in here, a calm place where nobody could ever hurt me. There was no more time for talk. It was kill or be killed.
I barely heard the shot.
“Callie. MOVE!”
My knees ached on the pavement. I’d fallen, the emotions crashing over me. Was I dead? I couldn’t feel the pain of his bullets…
“I SAID GET UP!”
I was still alive. My eyes flashed open and I saw him. Break was pressed up against a container, a cannon of a handgun still pointed at Jude’s collapsed body. He’d followed us… He’d saved me. My hands dropped, the revolver clattering to the ground next to Jude. I looked to the rifle still beneath Jude’s cold hands. Outside of our little hiding spot, the battle was still raging. I’d outlived my purpose, survived my monster.
Take it.
The little voice inside me was driven. Warmth was coming back to my body little by little as I pulled the weapon free of Jude’s dead grasp. I looked up at the maze I’d run through, standing again. With the gun held in both hands the pants fell, my long and blood soaked shirt acting as a makeshift dress. In another place I might have been modest. Looking down at my bleeding knees, I could only imagine the horror I had become.
Run.
There was nothing else to do. It was time to end this. I grabbed the gun and ran toward the Break without any regard to my own safety. No dark night could terrify me more than the one I’d survived. My finger itched on the trigger as I rounded the crates with Break, moving toward the whittling gunfire. An unholy scream erupted from my lungs as I broke free of the space and charged the King’s little hiding space from behind. My voice was drowned out by the rattle of the gun in my hands, fighting to hold the recoil down as I sprayed left across the small handful of men still crouched behind a retaining wall. Break was right alongside me, firing into the chaos. An explosion flashed out unexpectedly before me, light and color filling my eyes.
Tiny elephants trotted through my stomach, a crushing blow dropping me even as the stream of bullets ceased their flow from my barrel. I fell, head smacking the pavement as my hands pressed against the leaking hole. My vision drew into a tunnel, pain pouring out from every inch of my body. I scraped my cheek on the ground, spinning my head upward to see the man moving toward me falling to his side, a mist of blood still hanging in the air. Behind him, a grizzled old man with his arm in a sling came round the wall, boots crashing toward me in slow motion, handgun held high.
“Ash…” I whispered. “Help me.”
The world went dark.
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“I thought I’d lost you sweetheart.”
The voice was soft, and it drifted effortlessly though my sleepy head. I felt good. Not the natural kind of good you feel, but a totally unnatural kind of good where nothing in the whole world would make me feel bad. My eyes fluttered, trying to catch the light and focus. What a nice dream… What a nice bed…
Where the hell am I.
I squirmed in place, looking about. A coat stand made for a makeshift IV rack, and a bag hung from it, the thin tube coiling down into my arm. Half the room looked totally clinical, but the other half was a mess…
“Mina?”
I turned, the young wannabe doctor smiling from a couch. “You need your rest Callie. Don’t try to move,” she said, her tone almost motherly.
“What am I, chop liver?” Break said, standing over the bed.
My words were caught in my throat. What do you say to the man who holds your heart? How can you apologize for your mistakes and promise everything will be different.
“You scared the shit out of me on those docks. Remind me never to piss you off…”
I laughed, a dull ache making stabbing pains in my side.
“Careful Callie, careful. The morphine is wearing off and you’ve got a nasty cut.”
Cut? I was shot! My memories flashed as my hands reached down instinctively to my stomach.
“Relax sweetheart, relax, one of those assholes dropped a pipe bomb when you went crazy. It’s just shrapnel.”
“Shrapnel? JUST shrapnel?” I said, trying not to get too excited. The pain was worse when I shouted. Mina stood up, stepping toward the bed and pulling a needle from the shelf, injecting something into the IV line.
I felt better… Much better…
“Whatever that is, I’m gonna need some more,” I groaned, the words coming out sleepily.
“Break… The Kings…”
“Dead, down to the last. We lost some good boys. DJ, a few prospects, some of the men from up in the LA chapter.”
“DJ…”
I closed my eyes, trying to remember his face. It seemed like I could almost see him, almost… He’d be just another carving in the table, a piece of shattered wood. Broken…
“It’s over,” I whispered.
“Almost,” Break replied.
My eyes opened again, turning to the man who had stolen my heart. He looked up at the bed from one knee, a small ring held out in his extended hand.
“Be my old lady Callie. I need you by my side because there’s nothing we can’t do together.”
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I’d never participated in a biker wedding and it sure as hell wasn’t what I was expecting. For starters, I wouldn’t have guessed everyone would be in a suit and tie. I’d been hidden away for hours getting primped up by Mina and Penny. Thigh high lacy heel boots hidden under a long slender white gown, a corset back and a delicate trail of satin, and a little surprise for Break, the brightest lacy sexy red panties known to mankind. When the music played, I about ruined my makeup with tears.
The clubhouse floor was covered in flowers, and the men lined either side of the aisle, their bikes just behind them flanking the petal strewn lane to Break. Each member stood at attention, a suit covering their tattoos and scars. Even Ash had shaved for the occasion. The only obvious link to the Broken was their cut. Worn over the suit, the leather sleeveless vests looked almost comical, but I understood.
Once you get your cut, you don’t let any
body take it off. It’s a point of honor I’d seen demonstrated.
I put my head down, the little pointed heels of my boots clicking on the concrete floor as I moved ever so slowly. Ash stepped out of line, taking my arm and moving me closer. My father refused to come, not that I ever expected him to. Ash would give me away.
The words flowed easily from the priest, an elderly man with strangely battered and tattooed hands. When it came time to profess my love, I couldn’t get the words out fast enough.
“I do…”
Break stared back, his own two words ready to be spoken.
“I do…”
To have and to hold, in sickness, in health, till death…
“Well what are you waiting for?” The priest asked, grinning at me. “Kiss the bastard.”
The men cheered riotously as we came together, our mouths delicately exploring. My lips captured one of his, tongue probing softly and fencing as time slipped away. The roar of engines all around echoed in my ears as the men gunned their bikes.
“Now somebody tell me where you’re keeping all the freshest pussy!” The priest shouted, making me laugh and shattering the kiss. The girls didn’t keep him waiting. Dozens of dancers and club girls streamed out as music kicked in and the beer started flowing. Break had managed to get one of the strip clubs up and operating during my recovery, and he was making use of the staff.
“Go get em boys!” I shouted, laughing as Acre got pulled away by Penny toward a more private corner. I knew full well what they’d be spending the night doing, and more to the point, how I wanted to spend mine. I leapt up into Break’s arms, wrapping my boots round his waist, the long dress bunching at my waist. Leaning into his ear, I whispered softly. “Now that everybody’s distracted, you think you might be able to sneak me away and fuck me senseless?”
Break stared in my eyes, a grin waving across his face.
“I thought you’d never ask sweetheart. I thought you’d never ask…”
The smile on his face didn’t fade and it didn’t dim. He carried me off through the sea of club members toward the back. “I’m going to fuck you so God damned hard…”
“Take me…” I whispered, biting his ear as he carried me through the board room toward our bed.
“You’re already mine,” Break replied, kissing me hard and moving faster.
“Not yet I’m not,” I replied, reaching up and lacing my hands through his hair. Without warning, I gripped hard, swinging down off him and pulling his head round with me. He followed, crashing into the bed laughing.
“You think you can tame me? You’ve got another thing coming Break.”
He grunted huskily as I tugged hard at his belt, pulling it free before unbuckling the dress slacks and tearing them open with no regard to the inner button as it flew free. I practically ripped the boxers down over his massive cock before engulfing it in my desperate mouth. Break moaned wildly as I took in more than just his cock. I took in his beauty, I took in his essence. My hands reached for his flesh as if he were going to try to get away, racing over tattooed muscle and scar alike in my efforts to consume him. He tried to pull away.
“Sweetheart… Woah… Wait… You’re making it too fast.”
I pulled free, laughing. “What if I want it fast?” I asked, a wicked grin on my face as I dipped in and gave him a long languishing lick. “You could cum for me…”
“No,” he whispered unconvincingly, pushing at my shoulders. “Not yet. I want to be inside of you more than I want life.”
He flipped me through the air, pinning me down as his hand reached for his belt, pulling it free and using it to tie my hands to the headboard railing. Up went my dress, a penetrating laugh as he saw my little secret. His teeth sank into my red garter, pulling it free of my leg before returning for the panties, thumbs hooking and dragging them down over the boots. He started to work the lace on one of the boots, but I stopped him with my other foot, pressing a heel into his shoulder.
“Leave them on.”
His hard length pressed up against me, my hips rocking in a desperate attempt to take maneuver myself onto the shaft as it probed my entrance. Break settled back, his godly cock shifting higher before he leaned in, the stroke I wanted so badly finally crashing through my flesh.
“Oh yes… Yes!” I shouted as he moved, the rhythm of his hips meeting my own. I arched my back against the bed, my hands straining at the belt as he fucked me.
“So perfect… So fucking good…”
He slowed his thrusts, every one dragging into an eternal slide of flesh and pleasure. Even the sounds of the club faded away as I stared into Break’s eyes.
“Don’t hold back…” I whispered. “Harder.”
He lowered a hand to my abdomen, his thumb pressing down on my clitoris as he slid back and rammed home in a long stroke. Every move came with more intensity, his thumb dancing on my most sensitive nub as I screamed out, gasping for air. The explosions began in the depths of my belly but they spread almost instantly as the ecstasy of the moment washed over my skin. Break hadn’t stopped, the ministrations of my pulsating flesh only driving him harder and harder.
“I said take me,” came the words through gritted teeth, my eyes fucked him with a demanding gaze as the orgasm fell away, his cock still finding it’s way home. Break reached up, pulling the belt free.
“The horse can’t break the cowgirl,” Break said, pulling me up atop him as he fell back on the bed. “Now ride!”
I wouldn’t have stopped if he tried to force me. My bucking bronco was nothing but unadulterated joy beneath me as I reached down and guided him back into my folds. This is what he wanted, and he held me firmly in place. His hands lifted my hips, pulling me back down as he impaled me. I screamed in pleasure as I let myself fall against his hard abs, gravity doing the work before his strong arms lifted me again.
His grunts and groans drove me wild. We lost control together, just a wild ride of pleasure and joy as he reached up for my breasts, letting me do all the work. He was close now, and I was at climax again, my whole body driving intensely into him. I reached behind me, arching my back as I slipped a hand down and gripped his balls, feeling them tighten with pulsing release. He slipped hard against the front wall of my wetness, the throbbing shaft and tension bringing me over with a shivering and explosive second orgasm.
“Say it,” Break whispered, his hips still thrusting as I bounced atop him, my breath gasping and heaving with every movement and quiver of flesh.
“I love you Break…”
“I love you too… Now and forever.”
We stayed like that, collapsed into each other’s flesh, my dress drawn up around us. I let myself melt, holding him inside.
“Is this it Break?”
“What do you mean sweetheart?”
“We go legit… Two kids, white picket fences?”
“You know I’ll always be a Broken,” Break replied, his hand sweeping along my face. “The Hells Serpents bought us out of cocaine, and with the Kings out of LA, there’s nothing to slow us down. Yeah sweetheart, we’re going legit.”
I stared into his eyes, watching the sparkle beneath their glassy surface.
“The two kids might take me awhile.”
Break’s smile bloomed and I tucked in against his neck, purring against his tight skin.
“Well we’d better get started,” I whispered into his ear, my body moving itself downward once more.
“I like the way you think…”
“Take it slow Break… We’ve got all night.”
As we settled into our rhythm, I knew he was right. I would never be broken…
But I would be his. Forever.
I hope you enjoyed BROKEN WINGS! I have a little surprise for all my loyal readers. Keep turning pages because I’ve decided to include a FREE COPY of Hells Horsemen, my bestselling MC romance novel for everyone who made it to the end of Broken Wings.
Bonus 2: Hell’s Horsemen
This book is dedicated to Ethan. I
kept him alive for you, even when I wanted to kill him…
-Katie
“What are you doing Jenna?” I asked myself, staring into the mirror.
Looking good… That’s what.
My hand tugged at my blouse, cutting the v-shaped opening just a bit wider with a small pair of scissors. I’d seen the way all the pretty little girls dressed at the Dirty Dog biker bar, and I knew full well what it was going to take to get a little attention. Another snip exposed an even more scandalous amount of cleavage, spilling my tan skin into view.
I’m not the kind of woman who’s satisfied with just a ‘little’ attention.
The tight miniskirt completed the look as I pulled it up over my hips, and my tall fuck me heels put me over the top. After a moment of hesitation, I went one step further, wiggling out of my little white cotton panties. No sense in keeping them on, considering my plans for the night. It made me feel naughty.
I like feeling naughty…
If there was anything my 35 years on this planet had taught me, it was how to attract a bad boy. A guilty pleasure to be sure, but nobody fucks like a bad boy, and I knew exactly what kind of man was on the agenda tonight.
I wanted one of the Hells Horsemen.
The Hells Horsemen were the local motorcycle gang. They had free run of San Marco for too many years to count. There was Conquest, War, Famine, Death, and a whole mess of lesser players and prospects. The leaders of the Horsemen weren’t known for their law abiding ways. Everyone who knows better stays out of their way, but that only made them more interesting. I wasn’t the kind of girl who liked to stay out of trouble, and I had my eye on one big dangerous pile of trouble in particular.
War.
War was the largest of the Hells Horsemen, a real beast of a man. He was also the sexiest hunk of meat I’d ever laid my eyes on. We ran into each other at Dirty Dog last week and it was all I could do not to fuck him right there on the floor in front of God and everybody. Tonight was different though. To win a Horseman, you had to win his friends. My low cut shirt, the pile of makeup, the missing panties, it was all for their benefit… All I had to do was convince two of them I was the right kind of girl and I’d be riding on the back of War’s big hog…