LOGAN: The Fallen Thorns MC

by Evelyn Glass

Cathy nodded and wiped a tear, “It is good and we owe you so much.”

  “No you don’t and I have the paid invoices to prove it. That was all you, baby.” Nicole told her. “Shit, if you’re in town and he’s doing his horse thing, then we need to do some shopping, girl!”

  “Max said if I come home with one more pair of shoes, he’s filing for separation,” she grinned.

  Nicole nodded, “I got a similar decreed handed to me. Funny how I don’t getting any flack about how much lingerie I have, though.”

  “Hmm,” Cathy mused with a thoughtful grin, “I never hear a peep about that part of my wardrobe either. So, now that we know what we are shopping for, when?”

  “Sooner is better. When you show up, we are on are way,” Nicole told her.

  “What about little Max?” Cathy asked.

  “Mama just flipped her house and is back in her room. She’ll take Maxy,” Nicole told her.

  “What is that, number five for Mama? She’s doing so well. She was looking a lot better, too, the last time I saw her,” Cathy described.

  “She’s a lot better now. So, get done what you have to and get over here. I’ll work like a demon so I’m ready,” Nicole told her.

  They broke connection and she went to tell her mom about the pending shopping celebration visit with Cathy.

  Her mother was in the living room of her and Cole’s new house, six bedrooms, a large living room, a real dining area with a small pool, hot tub, and four bathrooms. The basement was finished and Cole had a guy’s only space down there that she wasn’t allowed to go into unless she was wearing lingerie and carrying beers. “Fine,” she told him, “So, clean your own messes down there, ‘cause I’m not inviting a sexual harassment suit from the maid service.” Then she stuck out her tongue at him and sashayed away.

  “Can you watch Maxy today, Mama? Cathy’s got celebrating to do and she’s coming over soon,” Nicole asked as she came into the living room.

  “I can do that,” her mother agreed, “What’s the occasion?”

  “Max has officially decreed his pending retirement to begin on the first.”

  Mama arrived after Nicole sent her an invitation to her wedding to Cole and two plane tickets, knowing that her stepfather would never let her come alone. When the limo pulled up to the curb and her mother got out, she was furious and painfully hurt by Mama’s appearance. Still a woman in her late forties, she looked like a woman approaching sixty.

  Nicole turned to her husband to-be and nodded her head; he simply said, “We’ll take care of it; just get her to her room.”

  Getting Mama to her room was a bit of a struggle, but she won it while behind them, Cole informed her stepfather that he didn’t allow wife-beating, child-molesting, rapists in his house. Brian and Rat assured him that he wasn’t going to come near Mama ever again.

  He started to yell, but was hit hard in the gut by one of the three and then tossed in a cab.

  “What have you done?” Mama asked, terrified. “He’s going to be so angry when I go home.”

  “Mama, you aren’t going back to him. You live here now. I have all of your stuff being moved out of your house right now. The movers are there, packing it up and putting it in storage.”

  “You what?” she asked

  “When he gets off the plane in San Diego, he’ll be severed with restraining orders to stay away from the house, as well, so you can begin selling it,” Nicole continued.

  “But I can’t support myself! You’re ruining everything. What gives you the right to do this!” Mama screamed at her.

  “I’m supporting you, Mama, and I have plenty to do it with,” she said as they got to their office. “Sit down and look. See that number, that’s how much I have to support you with. Do you think we might be able to manage with a million?”

  “Money? But what about —”

  “Do you love him, Mama? Really? Look me in the eye and tell me that you love that worthless piece of shit. He molested both Sandra and me; he tried raping me several times. He beat on all of us. He hasn’t worked for eight fucking years!” Nicole told her, “Bottom line, Mama, is either you leave him or I have him killed, ‘cause where he belongs is in prison.”

  “My god, Nicole; you’re serious,” Mama said in wonder.

  “You’re damn right that I’m serious. I couldn’t fight back then. I was too young and too scared and you couldn’t fight for me. But I grew up, Mama, and it’s my turn to help you.”

  “I don’t know what to do,” Mama said, bursting into tears. “I don’t want you to kill him.”

  “Then he’ll live, but he’ll never live off you again. I guarantee you that.”

  Mama cried and Mama pleaded, and Mama remained in a state of near panic most of the evening, and then she finally exhausted herself and fell asleep in the guest room they prepared for her.

  “She might need a psych to deal with this,” Cole told her.

  “She could have left,” Nicole noted. “She could have called a cab, or called the cops and said we were kidnapping her, or she could have just started for the front door. We couldn’t have stopped her. But she didn’t. She didn’t do any of those things or even bring those possibilities up. I think she’ll be a lot better in the morning. She just has to really believe that what I’m offering is true and safe.”

  She turned to Cole, “You’re an amazing man, lover. Thank you so much for this.”

  For the next two days, Mama cleaned and swept and weeded the gardens and cleaned the garage.

  “I draw the line at you cleaning the bike, Mama,” Cole told her respectively and then gave her a smile. “You know, you really are safe here. I promise.”

  She nodded, “I believe you. I doubt he even knows how to get back here. He had nothing nice to say about the trip and bitched about how everything was second-rate. It was embarrassing, to say the least.”

  She looked up at Cole, “I just don’t know what to do now. I need to be doing something.”

  “How about beginning with selling your house?” he asked.

  “What?”

  “Well, Nicole checked the deeds and titles already. That house is in your name only. You don’t even need to be divorced to sell it. It’s yours, from a previous marriage. Willed to you. The lawyer in San Diego, who Nicole found through a friend of ours, assures us that all you have to do is sign the papers and he’ll sell that house for you. Then you can use that money to learn investing or something like that with Nicole. She’s really good at that.”

  “I think I’m a little too old to learn about the stock market now and, honestly, I don’t think I would like it much anyway.”

  Cole looked around the house and then said, “What about painting and fixing small problems around a house? You seem to relax when you are cleaning.”

  “You mean, like, become a maid or something?”

  “Well, there’s that, but what about flipping houses?” Cole suggested. “I have a friend in the club who does that and he would help you get your feet wet.”

  Gary arrived an hour later and talked with Mama for three hours. By the time he left, Mama was interested and even a little excited. It took her until after they returned from their honeymoon, which since Mama was there, was only a night’s stay at a leisure hotel downtown, to say yes, she would sign the papers.

  “Wow, that didn’t take as long as I thought it would,” Nicole smiled and hugged her.

  “I think it is being so far away from him and watching you two together. You two remind me what it was like with your dad and how it should be, and how wrong it has been with Martin. It is time to get him out of your dad’s house.”

  Mama looked at her now, watching TV in the living room, relaxed and with no fear in her eyes. She looked five years younger than her age, too. Turning from the newscast she said, “You know I love to stay with Maxy; you don’t even have to ask.”

  “Yes I do. You have a life. Didn’t you have a hot date recently?”

  “Well, yes; it was a little steamy,
” Mama agreed.

  “So, plans for future steaminess?” Nicole prodded.

  Mama nodded her head, “Friday, eight o’clock and… well… if you have shopping plans for Saturday, you might want to call Angie now.”

  “Mama? You shock me,” she laughed.

  “Oh, I doubt it, the way you two go at it. I never know whether I should sell tickets or call the police to hear your screams.”

  “Mama!” Nicole gasped, truly in shock now.

  “Aren’t you visiting your friend Lou this weekend?” she asked, ignoring her discomfort.

  “Um, yeah, Sunday. Think you’ll be done with being hot and steamy by then?”

  “Probably,” she nodded. “He’s close to sixty, you know. But still in good enough shape for a one-nighter, I think.”

  “Watch those older ones, Mama; they got Viagra now and they aren’t afraid to use it.”

  “I dealt with that with the last one. You aren’t kidding either,” Mama smiled.

  Lou was in prison for another two years. His move into running a prostitution ring was profitable in the short run, but ultimately an unlucky one. Once a month, at least, she and Cole went up to visit him. He was doing well, as they expected, but eager for news and visitations. They often took Maxy, whose middle name was Louis, with them in the Jeep.

  This time, however, they planned to spend the day on the bike together, stealing some together time, since boy number two was now only eight months away.

  THE END

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  THIS CALL GIRL IS A TEMPTATION I CAN’T REFUSE.

  There’s one unbreakable rule in my business:

  Keep your hands off the merchandise.

  I was sent to make sure she gets her job done.

  But if this tension doesn’t stop, I might have to keep her for myself.

  Neither of us wanted to end up here.

  But life has a funny way of taking you where you least expect.

  She’s a call girl.

  I’m the muscle.

  We’re both dealing with sh*t we don’t want to deal with.

  Still, the only way to stay sane is to keep your head down and your mind on the job.

  But how am I supposed to do that when she’s around?

  Looking the way she does –

  Sultry eyes, curvy body, that sassy smile that makes a man lose control?

  Nothing could have prepared me for this.

  I thought I was steel.

  Unbreakable, unyielding.

  But the longer we’re alone together,

  The more I realize I’m no match for the beast within me.

  And I’m about to let him out of his cage.

  ***

  I’ll give her what she craves and take what I want

  The devils left her shattered and broken.

  She needed a savior, but what she got was a monster.

  A monster who wants to hear her plead.

  A monster who will make her scream

  They stripped everything from her and took what little she had left.

  She was left broken and hollow—with no-one else to turn to.

  When I found out what the bastards did to her.

  When I saw how the way they left her.

  Something inside of me snapped.

  She knew her share of monsters.

  She knew men like me.

  But I’ll be goddamned if I let her go.

  Not before I tame her.

  Not before I own her.

  Not before I take what I want.

  Again and again.

  Until she’s mine.

  ***

  She loves animals, but she’s never met a beast like me.

  She’s the kind of girl who shouldn’t get mixed up with someone like me.

  But that was before I claimed her. Before I f*cked her until she was raw.

  She had no choice when she stepped into my world.

  And now this monster won’t let her go.

  She was in her last year in vet school when she met me.

  Good girls like her don’t fall for a monster like me.

  But she didn’t fall for me.

  I took her.

  Now she’s in a world of trouble.

  She’s about to learn what it’s like to be someone’s favorite possession.

  Each time I put my hands on her.

  Each time I pull her body into mine.

  Each time I make her moan.

  Make her tremble. Make her scream.

  I’ll make sure she won’t forget that she’s mine.

  ***

  I’M NOT HERE TO SAVE HER. I’M HERE TO MAKE HER SCREAM.

  She was looking for a way out—a way to keep her head above the waters.

  She had no idea it meant letting people do whatever they wanted.

  To let them ruin her. To let them break her.

  Strip her of her dignity and leave her a shattered, damaged mess.

  She thought I might be the one who could save her.

  She thought I’d be different from the rest.

  She has no idea what I have planned for her.

  She has no idea about the truth, but I’ll teach her.

  From the moment I put the collar around her neck.

  The moment I pin her to the bed.

  The moment I whisper in her ear everything that I’m going to do.

  She’ll know that I’m not here to save her.

  I’m here to make her scream.

  And I can’t wait to get started.

  ***

  SHE SELLS ICE CREAM, BUT I’M GOING TO MAKE HER LICK A DIFFERENT KIND OF TREAT.

  She sold ice cream out the back of a truck.

  But I wasn’t interested in what she was selling.

  I made her lick a different kind of treat.

  And I’ll make sure she doesn’t miss a single drop.

  She was looking to earn some extra cash driving that ice cream truck.

  I needed a clever way to dump some of the hot cargo I was carrying.

  She needed the money, and thought it’d be a one-time thing.

  But I had different plans for her.

  This wasn’t going to be an opportunity that I would pass up.

  One look and I wanted her lips around a different kind of treat.

  One look and I needed her on her hands and knees.

  Lapping it up and not missing a single drop.

  It was the perfect arrangement, as far as I was concerned.

  Until the devils in my life came screaming after her.

  Now, I’m the only one who can keep her safe.

  I’m the only one who can call her mine.

  ***

  NOBODY IS TAKING HER AWAY FROM ME

  She was supposed to help me find the traitors in my club, not get caught up in my war.

  She thinks I’m just another biker she shouldn’t trust—a monster and a brute.

  But I’m the only one who can keep her safe.

  Even if I have to tie her to my bed and never let her go.

  She was good with numbers, and I needed someone to help me find the traitors in my club.

  I was supposed to keep my hands off her.

  But when I saw her, I knew that I had to have a taste.

  One taste and I couldn’t get enough.

  One taste and I needed her screaming my name.

  She was supposed to stay out of my war.

  But that was before the traitors came after her, and dragged her into it.

  Now, I’m the only one who can keep her safe.

  I don’t care if she thinks I’m a monster and a brute.

  She’s mine, and nobody is going to take her from me.

  Even if I have to pin her curves beneath me

  Lash her to the bed, and never let her go.

 
***

  HE MAY NOT BE MY KID, BUT I’M HIS FATHER.

  All she ever wanted was to live a clean life free from danger.

  All I wanted was to break her good girl act.

  But neither of us could’ve expected things to end up like this…

  Neither of us expected me to become the father her kid never had.

  I was a savage who rode on the wrong side of the law.

  Cara was the good girl who wanted to pull herself out of the hell she lived in.

  The two of us were like gasoline and water.

  One night was all I needed.

  One night was all it took.

  She lit a fire that nothing could put out.

  Brought me into her home.

  Opened herself up to me and let me take whatever I wanted.

  However I wanted.

  She thought that was the end of it.

  She didn’t count on me becoming the father her son never had.

  She didn’t count on me becoming the second chance she never got.

  She’s spent her entire life being left behind.

  But I’m the first person who won’t ever let her go.

  ***

  THEY DESTROYED HER LIFE THAT NIGHT.

  Took her, used her, and left her to die by the road.

  I found her limping on the road with hollow eyes and refusing to talk.

  I don’t do rescues—but she’s about to be my lone exception.

  I was delivering a batch of MDMA for the Blacktop Blades MC when I found her by the side of the road.

  She’d been through hell and back.

  And once she finally opened up, once she let me know what the animals did to her.

  Something inside of me snapped.

  I promised myself I wasn’t going to get involved.

  But she turned my life upside down, and now nothing will keep me back.

  Nothing will keep me from her.

  Especially not the same animals who took her.

  They thought they could drag her back.

  They thought they could steal her from me.

  They have no idea who they’re messing with.

  No idea what I’m capable of.

  No idea the kind of war they just started.

  The kind of war that I’ll finish.

  ***

  SHE’S ABOUT TO MAKE ME BREAK MY ONE RULE

  I swore off love, promised myself I’d never do commitments.

  F*** them and leave them. That was my motto.

  Until Chelsea.

  When she comes running into my clubhouse—bruised, scared, and way too damn innocent for a place like this—I know exactly what she’s running away from.