Taming The Biker (MC Biker / Bad Boy Romance)

by Cassie Alexandra

  “Mom, seriously, you’re too young to become an old spinster.”

  She laughed. “An old spinster?”

  I smiled. “That’s right. If you look up the word in the dictionary, you might find your picture there soon, if you don’t do something.”

  Mom smirked. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Changing the subject.”

  “What I’m doing is letting you know that you can’t control who is in my life but you can control who is in yours. Right now there’s a sweet guy who is meeting you at Sicily’s. He likes you. A lot. Who knows, maybe you’ll find that you like him, too. And not just as your security guard.”

  She looked at Jim’s car again but didn’t say anything.

  My cell phone went off.

  “It’s Krystal. I’ve gotta go,” I said, looking down at it.

  “Just be careful,” Vanda replied, crossing her arms under her chest.

  “I will, and have fun,” I said, winking at her before slamming the door shut.

  She turned and walked over to her car.

  “Hi, Krystal,” I said, answering the phone.

  “Hey, guess what?” she said. There were voices in the background and I could tell she was someplace crowded.

  “What?” I asked, starting my engine.

  “We found him.”

  “Found who? Jason?”

  “Hell yes. I’m in the bathroom now. At Club Hideaway. I found out from Gary that he was heading here tonight. Tank and Raptor are keeping an eye on Jason. I think they’re going to confront the prick outside, since the place is crawling with bouncers.”

  My heart began to race. “Oh, my God, I’m on my way.”

  “Okay. I’ll let you know if we leave or if something happens.”

  “I’m twenty minutes away. I’ll get there as quickly as possible.”

  We hung up and I pulled out of the parking lot, wondering what they planned on doing to Jason once they had him alone. Would they just kick his ass or threaten him with a weapon?

  This is crazy, I thought. I should have just called the police. Someone is going to get hurt.

  I turned a corner and a few seconds later and I noticed the person behind me had their high-beams on. Then I noticed that it was a truck. Breaker’s.

  “Oh, my God,” I gasped, moving quickly into the right lane. I watched in horror as he followed me. I tried zigzagging around other cars, desperate to put some distance behind us, but Breaker kept up. Frightened, I hopped onto the freeway and raced toward the club, not knowing what else to do. If anything, I could lead him to Trevor. Soon, I was going eighty miles an hour in the passing lane, thankful that it wasn’t rush hour.

  “Where the fuck are the cops when you need them?” I said out loud, wishing that I’d catch one of their radars. But, for some crazy reason, even though it was a Saturday night, and I was driving like a bat out of hell, they weren’t around. Frustrated, I looked into the mirror and noticed that Breaker was still hot on my tail. “Dammit, you are such a freak!”

  His laughter from earlier echoed in my head. I was pretty sure he was having a blast, scaring the hell out of me. I just couldn’t understand why he was so obsessed with someone he’d just met.

  Because he’s fucking insane.

  We drove like this, with me driving like a maniac and him following suit, until I noticed we were finally approaching downtown Iowa City. I put my blinker on and was about to enter the right lane to get off at the next exit, when he quickly moved into it, blocking me.

  “Dammit,” I yelled, slowing down.

  He also slowed down and then sped up as I tried to maneuver my way into the lane. Of course, I missed the exit.

  “Fuck you, asshole,” I mumbled, thinking that at least he’d gotten off, and was no longer following me. But, when I looked back into the rearview mirror, I found that I was wrong. He’d obviously jumped off of the exit at the last minute, and was tailing me again.

  Furious, I pressed my foot firmly on the gas and flew down the freeway, determined to stay ahead of him so I could get off on the next exit. This time it worked, and I was able to take the next ramp, with him one car behind. As I turned and then headed toward Main Street, I recalled where the local cop shop was and decided to lead him there instead of going to the club.

  “You want to follow me, asshole. Go right ahead,” I said, staring at him in the rearview mirror.

  Just as I predicted, he continued to follow me, but then, as I reached the police station, he turned off, waving at me through his open window.

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought. You fucking coward,” I mumbled, going the opposite direction.

  ***

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Breaker

  “Where are you at?” barked Mud.

  “Just driving around,” he answered, following the brunette. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her hot little body as well as that rock around her neck. The sapphire had to be worth thirty or forty grand.

  “You need to get your ass down to the clubhouse, brother. Rumor has it that ‘The Judge’ might be looking for your ass.”

  His eyes widened. “The Judge? Where’d you hear that?”

  “Misty. She overheard Slammer talking about it earlier. Called and give me the heads-up.”

  “I’m not afraid of that asshole. I’ll slice his nuts off if he tries taking me down. Shove them up his ass.”

  “You’d better be. From what I hear, the guy has never missed a delivery, and this time, you’re the one on order. Now, get your ass back here so we can figure this shit out.”

  Breaker sighed. That foxy little Adriana was just going to have to wait. “I’ll be there in twenty.”

  “Don’t stop off anywhere. We’ll be watching for you.”

  Click.

  Breaker set his phone down and got into the right lane. As he was about to turn, he rolled his window down and waved at Adriana. He couldn’t see her face, but something told him that she wasn’t smiling. In fact, he was pretty sure he’d scared the hell out of her. The knowledge made his cock swell.

  “Mother fucking Prez,” he mumbled, lighting a smoke. He loved Mud and the rest of the crew, but in reality, they really were a bunch of pussies. Every last one of them. His brothers seemed to shake in their boots whenever ‘The Judge’ was mentioned. Well, he wasn’t afraid of the Zorro-wannabe-faggot. The Judge was a joke. He wasn’t even part of any club. The fact was, he would love to face the asshole and show him who the real judge was. Maybe stick a gavel up his ass and call it a night.

  Laughing to himself, Breaker turned down a dark, dead-end street and parked his truck in a quiet spot. He couldn’t help it – he needed to get off. Chasing Adriana had wound him up and now, all he could think about was fucking the little cunt. Pushing the ‘Play’ button on his stereo, he began listening to the CD he’d made. The one where he’d recorded the last bitch’s screams. Jessica’s. The fact that it was Slammer’s Old Lady’s daughter made it that much more exhilarating. He’d noticed the girl when he’d been trailing Slammer last summer. Saw her leaving his house. From that moment on, he’d followed the sweet piece of tail everywhere, waiting for the right opportunity. When he’d noticed her roommate leave with a suitcase a couple weeks back, he’d broken in and made himself at home. The rest was history. Sweet history that he’d recorded for his own sick pleasure. Sure, he knew he was a little twisted, but it didn’t change the fact that he enjoyed torturing women. Making them beg for their lives.

  Breaker got rid of his cigarette and unzipped his pants. Imagining himself on top of Adriana, he spit in his hand and began to jerk off.

  “Yeah, baby,” he whispered, moving his hand up and down as the girl on the CD whimpered, begging him to stop. He closed his eyes.

  “Look at me,” demanded the voice on the CD. His voice. “You see me?”

  Panting, Breaker remembered the terror in Jessica’s eyes as he stared into them, and it broug
ht him to the edge. Just as he was about to blow his load, he felt the cool barrel of a gun against his temple.

  Gasping, he opened his eyes and found himself staring at a man he didn’t recognize.

  “You’re one ugly cuss, you know that? I can also see why don’t get many dates,” said the man, turning down the stereo. “Also, I don’t know if anyone has ever told you, but your taste in music is pretty fucked up.”

  “Who the hell are you?” he said, trying to shove his dick back into his jeans.

  He smirked. “If you have to ask, you’re even dumber than I thought.”

  “Fuck you,” he growled.

  “Why don’t you beg? Like the girl on the CD, you sick fuck…”

  “Go to hell.”

  “Thanks for the invite, but I’m not ready yet. Tell everyone that I said hello.”

  Breaker’s face turned white. “Wait a minute. I’ve got money, too. I’ll pay you double. Whatever they offered, I’ll pay more.”

  “This one isn’t about the money.” He lowered the gun to Breaker’s limp dick. “It’s about a girl whose life you ruined,” he said, pulling the trigger.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  I pulled into a parking lot, which was across the street from Club Hideaway, and parked the car. Then I texted Krystal. She called me right away.

  “Perfect timing. The shit is about to hit the fan. Jason is heading toward the door with some girl, and we’re getting ready to follow him.”

  “I’ll wait out here. I don’t want him to see me.”

  “Good idea. I’ll call you right back,” she said, hanging up.

  I stayed in my car and watched the front door, anxious and scared at the same time. A few minutes later, I saw Jason step outside with a girl. He had his arm around her shoulders. I noticed she was lucid and actually seemed to be enjoying their conversation. It made me wonder if I was wrong about everything. Sure, he’d been an asshole, but had he really drugged me?

  As they walked toward the parking lot where I was hunched in my car, the club doors opened again. This time, Trevor, Tank, and Krystal stepped outside.

  Blowing out my breath, I watched as the three kept their distance and followed them into the parking lot. Just as Jason approached his car, which was a couple rows away from mine, Trevor confronted him.

  ***

  “Excuse me, Jason?”

  He turned around and looked at me.

  “I’m sorry, do I know you?” he asked.

  “No, but I think you know her,” said Tank, nodding to Krystal.

  Jason’s face turned pale. “Ah, hey, Krystal. What’s going on?”

  Krystal smiled coldly. “Heard you abandoned my friend last night. After you tried raping her, you fucking asshole.”

  The girl standing next to Jason took a step back. “What? Jason, what is she talking about?”

  “Nothing, Michelle. Get in the car. I’ll handle this.”

  “But –”

  “Get in the car,” he said firmly. “Please.”

  Sighing, she opened the door and slid into the front seat.

  Jason turned back to us. “What’s this all about?”

  “You slipped something into Adriana’s drink last night,” I said. “What was it?”

  His face darkened. “That’s bullshit. I didn’t do any such thing. Is that what she told you?”

  In three strides I had him by the throat. “Look, you ass-fuck,” I spat. “That shit could have killed her. What the fuck was it?”

  He tried clawing at my fingers. “I didn’t,” he croaked. “Let me go.”

  I reached into my jacket and pulled out my revolver. I held it to his head and cocked it. “Tell me or I’ll blow your head off, motherfucker.”

  “Oh, my God, no!” hollered Adriana, who was running toward us. “Don’t!”

  I lowered the gun and shoved it into his nut-sack. “Don’t worry, Jason. I’m not going to kill you. Just remove the source of your problem.”

  “Please,” he begged, holding up his hands. “It wasn’t me. Seriously. It was Lucas. He did it. For Gary. It was his birthday.”

  I glared at him. “Explain.”

  “Lucas just wanted him to get lucky. The shit was just supposed to make her horny. That’s all I know.”

  “Gary wasn’t interested in having sex with any of us,” said Krystal, looking horrified. “Don’t put the blame on him.”

  “I’m not. I mean, you’re right. He didn’t even know about it.”

  “But you did,” I said sharply. “And you tried raping her.”

  “No,” he lied. “I swear…”

  “Say goodbye to your little friends,” I said, mimicking Al Pacino.

  He began to cry. “No! Please! I’ll do anything.”

  I heard the sound of sirens in the distance.

  “Time to leave,” said Tank.

  Swearing, I slammed my fist into Jason’s face and heard the distinct sound of his nose breaking.

  He sank to his knees holding his nose. “I think you broke it. Oh, my God!”

  I grinned. “Good. It looks like it’s your lucky day, fuck-face, because that’s all I have time for. Now, I know you’ve heard of the Gold Vipers and now we’ve heard of you.”

  Jason’s eyes moved to my jacket and the realization of who I was associated with made him look like he was going to shit his pants.

  I grabbed him by the collar and looked down into his face. “I ever hear of you or your friends drugging these or any other girls, you’re dead. You feel me?”

  He nodded quickly.

  “I mean it. You’ll be ten feet under and I’ll bury you myself if I have to. I have plenty of shovels.”

  “I won’t. I swear,” he cried.

  Although I still wanted to beat the fuck out of Jason, I released him.

  “Let’s bolt. The cops are getting close,” said Tank.

  I turned toward Adriana, but she wouldn’t even look at me. Sighing, I grabbed her by the elbow and began ushering her to the car she’d gotten out of. “Meet me at my house,” I said, when we stopped.

  “No,” she said, pulling her arm away. She continued to avoid my eyes. “I can’t.”

  “I’m coming with you, Adriana,” said Krystal, approaching the car.

  “Okay,” she answered.

  “We need to talk,” I said, feeling the tension between us. I couldn’t understand why she was pissed. The guy got off with a broken nose. Shit could have been a lot worse.

  She didn’t say anything, but I could tell the wheels in her head were turning rapidly.

  “Raptor,” said Tank. “I’ll meet you back by the bikes.”

  “I’m right behind you, brother.”

  Tank held up his hand. “Call me, Krystal.”

  She nodded. “Yeah. I will.”

  “So, you have a gun,” blurted out Adriana, looking angry.

  “Yeah, so?”

  “Yeah, so?” she said, laughing coldly. “I guess my mother was right. You’re not just trouble, you are fucking dangerous.”

  I tried to remain calm, but it wasn’t easy. My adrenaline was still on overdrive. “Not to you.”

  “Famous last words.”

  “Bullshit. I would never hurt you,” I said, staring at her in frustration.

  “You’ve got that right. Goodbye, Trevor,” said Adriana, getting into her car.

  I wanted to stop her, but I could see the cherries from the cops heading down the street. Swearing, I took off running.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  “Wasn’t that insane?” said Krystal, digging around in her purse.

  “Very.”

  “God, I need a cigarette.”

  “I thought you were quitting.”

  “I was, but after that scene, can you blame me?”

  I smiled grimly. “No. I guess not.”

  “Do you have some cash on you?” she asked, pulling out her wallet. “All I have is a five dollar bill and I’ve already maxed my credit card.”

  “Ano
ther reason why you should quit smoking.”

  “Don’t be a drag,” she said, laughing.

  I rolled my eyes.

  “Seriously, can you loan me a couple bucks for a pack of smokes?”

  “Yeah, fine.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Where’s your car?”

  “At their clubhouse.”

  “Where is that?”

  “A couple blocks away from Griffin’s.”

  “You want me to drop you off there, right?”

  “If you could?”

  “Why not? I’ve got nothing else going on.”

  She sucked in a breath. “Is that the necklace from your dad?” she asked, leaning toward me.

  I touched it and smiled. “Yeah.”

  “I can’t believe you’re wearing it. It’s beautiful.”

  “Thanks. I have to admit, I was nervous wearing the thing.”

  “I would be, too. If someone found out it was real, they’d try and steal it.”

  “Speaking of which…” I told her about Breaker, from when I first ran into him, at the gas station, to where he chased me after work.

  She stared at me in horror. “Oh, my God, are you serious?!”

  “Yeah. It was scary. I headed toward the police station and he must have known what I was doing, because that’s when he left me.”

  “That prick. You should call Raptor and let him know.”

  I shook my head. “Oh, no. I don’t want anything to do with him.”

  “You know, he has the hots for you.”

  “I don’t care. Raptor is fucking crazy,” I said firmly. “You saw him back there. He could have shot Jason.”

  “Why do you care? The guy is a douchebag.”

  I looked at her in surprise. “Don’t tell me you’re condoning murder now?”

  “No, of course not. But, Raptor was just trying to scare him. Now he’ll think twice about drugging girls for sex.”

  “After that, you’d think so.”

  We pulled into a nearby gas station. She ran inside and bought a pack of smokes. When she got back into the car, she asked me if she could light one up.