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by Elizabeth Knox


  I glance up from looking at Fate and see her mother’s eyes pinned on me like I’m some sort of felon and she’s the police. “What happened, and before you tell me nothing, you’ve been acting weird all morning.”

  Over the last few months Ivy and I have developed an amazing friendship. I think everything with the Bears MC and Grizzly stealing her son pushed us into becoming close pretty quick. After she gave birth to Orion and Fate, I was the one checking in on her every few hours, offering a helping hand whenever I could. On top of it I had Amara to treat, but she’s one of those patients who it’s best to leave alone. That woman is a damn coyote.

  “You mean you didn’t hear?”

  “Hear what?” Ivy asks.

  “Damon stuck Mouser on me when he found out my parents are actively searching for me. Apparently, Damon doesn’t want me going anywhere without Mouser. Cute, right?”

  “No shit. Really?” Ivy seems a bit shocked, but I don’t know why she is. I’m learning ever so quickly that men in this lifestyle are complete alphas. While it’s hot, it’s also infuriating.

  “Yeah. Mouser is now my roommate too.”

  Ivy busts out into laughter at hearing that. “You two fuck yet?”

  What in the world. I lose my breath like someone just punched me in the gut. “I . . . uh, why would you— um . . .” I struggle to form a sentence and Ivy’s smile grows wide.

  “You know, I was just fucking around with you but I can tell something happened. Spill. Every detail. I need to know something, okay? Kade hasn’t touched me since these two came out because he’s afraid to hurt me. Please, tell me something.”

  “I didn’t plan for it to happen. It just kind of did, without warning, shooting down on me like a lightning bolt. One minute I was in the kitchen drinking and the next I was falling on top of him.”

  “Like, falling on his dick?”

  Now I’m the one laughing, “No, he startled me. I lost my footing and he tried to break my fall . . . and he broke it alright. I was on top of him and he felt me up, gave me a handy, teased me with his lips so close to mine but wouldn’t kiss me. I came all over him, soaked his jeans completely and then he lifted me up on the kitchen island, flipped me around and fucked me silly like some caveman. But that wasn’t all, we kept going until about four in the morning.”

  “Oh my God. This is amazing!”

  “His dick is huge. I’ve never seen a cock that big in my life and I thought the last guy I was with was well endowed.” I say.

  “What do you mean?” Ivy questions, now starting to burp Orion since he’s finished his bottle.

  “Mouser’s cock has to be a foot long. I swear. It’s huge. It didn’t even fully fit in me.”

  “No. Stop!”

  “Yeah, and I’m so sore today I feel like I was fucked by three hundred men.”

  “Oh, I’m so jealous.” Ivy complains, frowning.

  “I told him it was a one-night thing though, Ivy.”

  My friend draws her brows together, “Okay, so what? People have one-night stands all the time.”

  I suck in a breath and tell her word for word what Mouser said to me last night. “And he did it while he was hovering over top of me, hissing it out like a starved man, like he was angry at my pussy and wanted to punish it. It . . .”

  “Only made you want him more.” Ivy fills in the blanks.

  As much as I hate to admit it, she’s right. “Yeah, it just made him sexy as anything to me. But, I’m not good with men, Ivy. I’m not the type who commits.”

  “Is it me, or are you jumping the gun here? When did he ask you to be his Ol’ Lady?”

  “He didn’t,” I reply.

  “Alright, then slow your roll and relax. He’s not saying he wants to marry you or anything. Until he does, don’t freak out. But in the meantime, do us both a favor and get the dick as much as you can. He sounds like he’s quite talented. I’m living vicariously through you, you know.”

  “I don’t know if I want to entertain the idea of fucking him again, Ivy.” I admit.

  “Why the hell not, because you’re afraid he’ll want more? He’s the youngest guy in the MC, he’s a prospect and he’s been known to fuck clubwhores. Relax, he’s probably just getting a hard on from the idea of fucking you. But, I’m not saying don’t use one another for pleasure. You use him the same way he’s using you, girlfriend. Fuck, you might as well enjoy the time you have with him. You two are gonna be spending an awful lot of time together.”

  I nod, “Yeah, you’re right. I hate to do this, but I have to get going and talk to Damon about that. He needs to understand I’m not some woman who needs a bodyguard. I can handle myself.”

  “Good luck with that.” Ivy giggles out. She’s only laughing because she knows it’s going to be hard for me to convince Damon I don’t need someone around me constantly. Internally, I’m cursing at my uncle for making Damon even do this in the first place. If he didn’t say anything to the MC Prez I wouldn’t even be dealing with any of this. Everything would’ve been peachy keen. Ugh, that’s family for you, though. Always wanting to protect you in some way.

  Chapter Eight

  The way you feel when you kiss him for the first time. Like fire within your bones. Like your soul has returned to the water. Like every part of you that came from a dead star is alive again.

  ~ Nikita Gill

  Sakura

  “Damon, you and I need to have a chat.” I declare, strutting right up to the president of the Reapers MC Las Vegas charter. He’s standing in front of his Ol’ Lady, which is essentially a term for the club members’ girlfriends, fiancés, or wives. His mouth is hanging open and I see he has something small in his hands. It looks like a photo, but as I grow closer, I realize that isn’t just a photo. It’s a sonogram picture.

  “Is this for real?” Damon asks, staring down at the photograph.

  Kat is his woman, and she’s an interesting character. Like Ivy, she’s experienced the cruelest parts this world has had to offer. “I wouldn’t joke with you about something like this. Maybe cancer, but not a pregnancy.” Have I mentioned she has the darkest humor ever?

  Damon chuckles before he breaks out into a huge smile and wraps his arms around his girl. “We’re having a fucking baby. Holy shit.” He turns around, clears his throat and announces to everyone in the room, “We’re having a fucking baby!”

  Dixon, Cobra, Izzy, Chaz and I are the only people in the clubhouse right now besides Kat and Damon. “Congrats to the both of you,” I say.

  “Thanks,” Kat replies.

  “Thank you,” Damon responds. “Didn’t you need to talk to me or something?”

  I nod, “Yes, I do. Although, I’d prefer if we could go into your office and have this discussion.”

  Damon brings his lips together and forms a stoic expression. I’m sure he can tell whatever I’m about to say to him is going to irritate him quite a bit. Men like Damon don’t appreciate hearing women can take care of themselves, or that the way they tried to help isn’t what they want.

  “Fine. C’mon,” Damon leads the way and I follow him through the club until we’re both in his office and he’s shut the door. Before I even have a chance to speak, he’s already talking again. “I’m naturally assuming this has something to do with Mouser being your keeper, and you wanting me to take him back?”

  Mind reader much? “Yes,” I confirm.

  “I’m not changing my mind, Sakura. Mouser is going to be glued to your fucking hip until your parents are either dealt with or are no longer a problem. Speaking of Mouser, where is he?”

  I ignore Damon’s question and instead choose to figure out what he means. “Out of curiosity, how do you plan on handling my parents? You know, my father is the Emperor of Japan, and my mother is the Dragon, the leader of the Yakuza. So please, tell me how you’re simply going to deal with them.”

  Damon takes a couple steps toward me and looks down at me, directly in the eyes. “You came to me for protection, so don’t sta
nd here and ask what my plan is like you don’t believe we have the power or resources to effectively do what we were asked. If you didn’t believe in us, you shouldn’t have ever asked. So, save me the sassy treatment you’re spitting out at me right now. We both know it’s an act and the only thing you’re pissed about is Mouser.”

  He’s right. I was the one who asked Damon for protection, and I know they have allies . . . but how many. How are the Reapers’ allies going to be able to help me against my parents? “How are we going to keep me safe now? What’s the plan?”

  “You don’t need to be worried, Sakura. I can tell something’s eating at you.”

  “Obviously. I’m concerned because no one has said shit to me. Instead, you’re acting like I’m some damsel in distress and I’m certainly not one of those.”

  Damon shuts his eyes, turns and walks over to his desk, taking a seat behind it. “As far as MCs go we’re allies with plenty of them. The Iron Vex in New York, Skulls Renegade in Tennessee, the Raiders out in California, the Sons of Gods in Alabama, and the Devil’s Riot MC. They’ve recently become allies with the Royal Bastards Baltimore charter, so I’ve reached out to their Prez so we can be on the same side. What you might not realize is that the Skulls have a direct tie to the Romanian mafia. If we don’t have our hands in the pot somewhere, we have someone who does. And should I even bring up your godfather and the ties to the Mexican Cartel? You have no reason to be worried, Sakura.”

  I take in a deep breath, now understanding the lengths of the Reapers reach. However, it’s as though Damon is dismissing every threat with my parents because of it. There’s a reason I asked for protection. There’s a reason I fled my family and ran to my uncle. Every decision I’ve made since I left Tokyo was calculated and had reasoning behind it which others may not understand.

  I’m running from my family, but more so, my duty to them. You see, I was never just their daughter. I was their ‘doctor’ in a sense. I fixed their men and women who were hurt. I also acted as a political pawn for my father since he’s the Emperor. I’d go to galas and eavesdrop on other people. I’d ensure I was at the right place at the right time, and I know I had a hand in certain individuals’ deaths.

  The truth of the matter is that I couldn’t live with myself anymore. Knowing that I was the reason behind acts of violence when I went to school to help people. It ripped me apart. Most of all, I knew that if I stayed with my family . . . I’d lose every sense of who I am.

  “Lucian had you in a masking program, right?” Damon inquires.

  I nod once, too stuck in my own thoughts to strike up more conversation.

  “Alright. The Skulls have a direct tie to the Steele brothers, who Lucian works for and is well acquainted with. I’m going to give Reed a call and see if he can do anything to get him to put you under the masking program again.”

  “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  “Why not?” Damon asks.

  “Lucian,” I close my eyes, “Lucian and I used to fuck. The only reason he did that for me is because I was fucking him. I’m not sure if it’s because he cared, or if he wanted more. It could’ve been both, but nothing would ever happen between us. We’d never be in a relationship.”

  “Okay, so why is it my problem you two used to fuck? I have a connection with Reed and I can see if he can call in a favor.”

  “Lucian will want something,” I say, feeling even more nervous about this now.

  “Okay, so, we’ll give him what he wants.” The way Damon says it. It’s like he seriously underestimates Lucian and how much of a filthy bastard he can be. I suppose it doesn’t matter to him. Lucian will end up asking for something only I can give him.

  Chapter Nine

  Our lives may not have fit together, but oh did our souls know how to dance

  ~ K. Towne Jr,

  Mouser

  Sakura was a sneaky little bitch this morning and snuck out right under my nose. I was in the shower and she was gone. I texted Kade and he told me she was in with Ivy, so I didn’t fret. I should’ve marched my ass over there and watched her the way Damon wanted me too but fuck it. I knew she was safe.

  Although, in hindsight I should’ve been a bit closer because Damon ended up chewing me out because she got to the clubhouse without me within sight and he noticed. He was easier on me than I thought he’d be, but Widow ended up telling me Kat’s pregnant and everyone found out today. I guess that’s why I didn’t get it any worse.

  Damon filled me in on how the two of them had a conversation and he’s working with Reed from the Skulls Renegade MC. Reed has a personal connection with the Steele brothers out in Atlanta. If memory serves me right, Seamus, Reed’s enforcer grew up with them. Anyway, Damon’s trying to see if Lucian will put her back in that program he created. When Damon and Sakura had a chat, Damon said Sakura was adamant Lucian would want something. He mentioned how the way she said it was a little odd.

  I’ll put my money on it that Lucian guy is someone I won’t be too keen on. He sounds like a fuckin’ tool from what Eduardo said. It sounds like the two of them were fucking around for a bit, and then when she ended it he put her in jeopardy. Who in the fuck does that shit? I don’t even give a damn, if I had the option to keep my exes safe like that, I wouldn’t remove them from it. Just because we didn’t work doesn’t mean I’d want them dead.

  “Dad! Can we go get some tacos?” Zoe, Widow’s daughter he shares with an ex asks. She lives with her mom most of the time, but she does come here on the weekends and he picks her up on Wednesdays when she gets out of school early. She’ll stay here with us until her stepdad comes to get her. Widow and Rebel may have had a disastrous relationship from what I’ve heard, but you’d never know that now. They put their issues behind them and are raising their daughter in a positive environment.

  “Yeah, sure. Wanna go now?” Widow asks the girl.

  “Duh!” She replies ecstatically. Zoe rises from the couch she’s sitting on and runs up over to me, grabs my hand and jumps up and down. “Mousie, you have to come too. Please, Dad!” She turns back to her father who rolls his eyes. Meanwhile, I’m giving him a plea that screams ‘save me’.

  “Fine, but you gotta give me a minute. Okay? I need to bring a friend with us.”

  “Oh, who?”

  “You know Sakura, right? She’s over there,” I kneel down and point to Sakura, who’s wearing a pair of black jeans with a black top that has cutouts on the sleeves and over her chest.

  “Is she your girlfriend or something?” Zoe grumbles.

  “Uh, no, she isn’t my girlfriend. Why?” I ask, keeping my voice as low as Zoe’s.

  “Because, we’re supposed to get married when I’m old enough.” She hisses at me, loud enough for her father and everyone else in the club to hear.

  “Aw, Zoe. You have a crush on Mouser?” Camila giggles, walking over.

  “That’s so adorable.” Tania, Widow’s Ol’ Lady confirms.

  “I do not. I’m in love with him!” Zoe argues, storming off through the clubhouse door. Widow ends up rushing after her. From the corner of my eye I see Ivy elbow Sakura in the side and start giggling.

  “I hope everyone here heard that. I’m a high commodity these days,” I speak up, ensuring Sakura heard. Ivy keeps giggling over in the corner and I decide to go over. “C’mon,” I say to Sakura, motioning with my hand for her to come with me.

  “Huh? Where are we going?”

  “I want tacos now. We’ll go to a little restaurant down the way. They have some killer nachos too.” I explain. She’d better make the decision on her own soon, ‘cause I’m fuckin’ hungry and in about ten seconds I’ll have no problem throwing her over my shoulder and taking her with me by force.

  Sakura looks to Ivy, almost like she’s unsure of what to do before she shrugs her shoulders and starts walking toward me. The two of us head out of the clubhouse and go over to my bike. Silently, I’m thanking the heavens it’s only breaking a hundred today. Yesterday was
far too much for all of us.

  I throw my leg over my bike and slide my key in, starting her up. Turning my head back, Sakura is standing there, looking a bit unsure. “What’s wrong? Hop on.” I holler, ensuring she can hear me while I put my helmet on.

  “I . . . uh. The only time I’ve ever been on a motorcycle has been when my adrenaline’s been high,” Sakura says, making a scared sort of expression.

  I extend my hand and look her right in the eyes. “Sakura, you can trust me. I won’t let anything happen to you. Just hold on to me real tight and close your eyes if it gets to be too much. Alright?” I take the spare helmet off Kade’s bike and toss it over to Sakura who ends up putting it on.

  Bingo. Looks like we’re good to go. She comes up to me, places her hands on my shoulders and throws one leg over the bike. Her arms go around my torso while her chin is on the back of my shoulder. Hell, I feel like one of those monkeys that others cling to.

  Before Sakura can change her mind, we’re off driving down the dirt lane and pull off onto the highway. We head north for about fifteen minutes until we reach the perfect taco joint I was talkin’ about and pull off to the side. It doesn’t look like much from the outside with the shutters starting to fall off, paint chipping on the front door and tiles missing from the roof. I don’t mind the aesthetic keepin’ people away, though.

  I prop the kickstand and pull the keys from the ignition, sliding them in my pocket. Sakura gets off the bike first and places the helmet on the handlebars. This might sound stupid, but it makes me smile for some reason. I take my helmet off, dismount my bike and head inside alongside her. I go up to the counter and put in an order, getting practically everything on the menu and a couple Jarritos while Sakura’s in the ladies’ room. By the time I’m finished ordering she’s out, and I have the number we need to put on our table, with the drinks.

 

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