by Brogan Riley
His Rose
by
Brogan Riley
Liberty Pirates MC
Copyright © 2018 by Brogan Riley
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Table of Contents
Description
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
Epilogue 1
Chapter One
Epilogue 2
Excerpt: His Poppy
Chapter 1
Excerpt: His Lily
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Description
Two women.
One biker.
One love of his life.
One destruction of his life.
One choice.
An MC Biker Romance. A BBW Romance. HEA with lots of babies. No cheating. Standalone. Explicit content. Offensive language. Violence. For adult audiences only.
Please note: This is MF Romance.
Sweetie,
I was the guilt of his heart
I was blind
I cried
I was the grey hollowness of your dewy life
I was the guardian of your night
I was the whisper on the bus
I was the song and the bright light
The love between us
The hope and the good luck
You are a wonderful woman and
I love you very much but
It has to be like this
I hope you forgive me one day,
Kisses and hugs,
Martha Rose Connon
Chapter 1
Seke
Dakota’s wise eyes shift towards mine as she moves closer to me. I stroke her head and pride fills my heart. She’s the only bitch allowed to attend church plus she’s the only one allowed to sleep in my bed.
Nikusha puts his elbows on the worn out oak table. “Can I talk to you, Prez?”
I sweep my long hair down my back. My road name Seke means black.
Black like my hair.
I nod, pouring us two shots of vodka. “Talk to me, brother.” I stroke Dakota’s furry back and she wags her tail, growling quietly. “Good girl.” I pat her head and then turn my attention to Nikusha.
All the brothers except us left the office ten minutes ago. I always stay for an hour or two after church has ended to think about my business or to enjoy some solitude. Sometimes I just like to do nothing. In such moments, Dakota stretches out her fourteen-year-old body in the corner of the office and waits for me patiently.
Nikusha draws in a deep breath.
I patched him in seven months ago. Except for two prospects, he is the youngest of all the brothers. There are ten of us in total. We’re a small club but each of us can knock out three men in a fair fight.
There’s a well-equipped gym in the basement of the clubhouse. If anyone doesn’t want to work out, they’re excluded from my club.
Nikusha nods several times. “It’s about my sister-in-law, Prez. My brother just drank himself to death, you know. Suka blyad. He was a fucking gambler, and a drunk for the last ten years.” He crosses himself. “You don’t disrespect the dead, but my brother was…”
A waste of oxygen. I can see that in his blue eyes. It’s tinged with pain and resignation. The scumbag was Nikusha’s blood brother after all.
“My sister-in-law,” he continues, “she’s got no money, only debts. No home. Her two kids—“
“Bring her to the compound.”
He nods, gratefulness glimmering in his eyes. “Thank you, Prez.”
The Liberty Pirates MC runs a lucrative business. It’s a small zoo to be precise and is the main source of our income. We run the bar mainly for fun, but it also brings in a few grand a month.
We sometimes rescue animals from cruel people. We party a lot. We ride our bikes.
“No problem, Nick,” I say.
There’s a small unoccupied house in the compound, so Nikusha’s sister-in-law could move into it as early as tomorrow.
“How’s your wife, brother?” I ask.
“Very pregnant.” He grins as he pats his own round belly with his hand.
Samantha, his wife, sells tickets for our zoo, or will be selling them until the baby is born. She’s been working for me for five years. Nikusha is a mechanic, a damn good one. He responded to my job advertisement three years ago. He worked hard as a prospect, and now he’s working even harder as my Sergeant at Arms.
Samantha is getting bigger and bigger and so is her husband.
Justin, my vice, and his wife, Ally, run the bar. Rain and Flasher, our prospects, look after the animals. They’re also cleaners, gardeners, painters, plumbers. I expect them to learn fast and do a very good job for my club. Tank, my secretary, helps me launder small sums of money for the local Mafioso—no big deal, but we can’t call ourselves law-abiding citizens. We don’t do any other illegal shit. Arnold, my enforcer, sometimes removes a piece of scum from the face of the earth—once every two, three years. Again—no big deal because it’s not crime. It’s justice. Some thugs are just too cruel to be rehabilitated. We never off women—we just warn them. They are always so scared they change their ways immediately.
Barnaby, a patched member, has been on the road for a few months and that is because his wife cheated on him. He told her she was never to cross his path again and hit the road. Crispin and Delano, two patches, drink a lot and fuck every round ass topped with big tits. Crispin is a veterinarian. He killed a young woman while driving and decided to join my club instead of shooting himself. Delano is a pretty boy and is studying to be a veterinary nurse. He has rich parents who demanded that he go to law school but he chose my club instead.
Martha
I stare at the little house topped with a red tiled roof. It reflects the sun’s rays beautifully like a fairytale creation. My eyes slide over the façade cracked and stained from past storms. The lawns need trimming, but two palm trees and three stone flower urns holding blossoms of a deep pink colour bring hope to my heart.
“What do you think?” Nikusha asks. His eyes gleam as his hair shines golden in the late spring sunlight. “Nice, isn’t it?”
“Perfect,” I say as I shiver from the touch of a cold breeze.
My daughter Rose scrunches up her nose. “Dirty.”
She’s eleven years old. My son Lucas is twelve. I’m thirty-four. I feel like I’m seventy though.
“We can always move under a bridge,” I say.
“Mom,” my kids say with one voice, looking scared to death.
“I like it,” Rose says as she bobs her head at me.
“I need to say my thank you to your boss,” I say.
“My president,” Nikusha corrects me.
I roll my eyes. “President or boss what’s the difference?”
Someone clears their throat behind me. I turn around, my glance shifting
towards that person, and I freeze. I’m looking up at a fallen angel. Raven-black thick hair falls to his waist as his black eyes gleam like the depths of hell. He’s tall and well built. Tattoos adorn his muscular arms and a thin scar stretches across his unshaven cheek. He’s wearing a pair of worn out jeans, a plain grey t-shirt, a leather cut, and black boots.
I’ve never seen such a dangerously beautiful man in real life. Maybe in the movies. There’s an air of strength and mystery around him. I’m hypnotized.
“I prefer Prez to Boss,” the angel says. “I’m Seke.” He extends his arm to shake hands.
“Martha.” I slide my hand into his enormous one.
His grip is strong. His skin radiates heat as his calluses scratch my palm. A tingle runs down my back.
“So, you like it?” Seke asks.
“I do,” I say. “But the smell…”
I know I should have bitten my tongue, but recently too much has happened in my life—my husband’s death six months ago, my kids’ grief, all the debts, the greedy, heartless landlord.
“We run a zoo,” Seke says, “hence the smell.”
“I didn’t know that,” I say. “Sorry.” I huff out. “It’s not that bad at all and I’m sure we’ll get used to it.”
Seke smirks at me but says nothing.
I flick my eyes over Nikusha. He’s very helpful and supportive, but he doesn’t talk much. He came to my flat two days ago and told me to pack my stuff. My husband hadn’t spoken to him for years and I met Nikusha for the first time just before the funeral. He offered me help, so I accepted it. I had no other choice. He said ‘a nice house in my club’s compound’. I didn’t like the idea of moving in with bikers, but it was either this or under a bridge.
My kids move like they have needles under their feet. They love trips to the zoo.
“You have a job or something?” Seke asks.
“I had,” I say, “until a year ago. Everything’s not as it should be, you know.”
“You want to sell tickets?” Seke smirks at me.
“It’s my dream job,” I say, nodding at him.
Seke chuckles as he tosses back his shiny hair. I melt. This man is a god personified. He looks thirty but exudes the brutal allure of an ancient ageless warrior. Women must throw themselves at him.
Something pricks my heart.
Seke
She’s pretty. Exhausted, but really pretty. Her kids are nice, well behaved. They introduce themselves to me as their pleading eyes lock onto mine, so I take them on a tour of our zoo despite Martha’s protests.
Her kind green eyes follow us as the squeals coming out of her kids’ mouths deafen me.
Maybe I could invite her for a drink or two at the bar? She looks my age. We could talk and have fun.
I stopped having fun with easy women a while ago. It’s tempting when one is young. I’m not young. I need to shake off tension like every man, but I kind of want to have a family. Yes, I want to live like Nikusha, or like Justin.
The club brothers who are single fuck and trash, but Nikusha and Justin are faithful to their wives. Our unwritten code. We’re filthy bastards, but we respect our women.
A wave of squeals and gasps diverts my attention to the kids. They love the deer and birds. They love the chocolate ice-cream even more. But Dakota? They shake and squeal and almost explode from the excess of emotions at the sight of her. She allows them to stroke her, allows Rose to hug her.
Fuck me. Dakota allows Rose to embrace her like she’s a teddy bear not a Siberian husky.
I’m stunned.
Dakota is a lovely old lady, but she doesn’t allow strangers to ruffle her fur. Rose buries her face in the dog’s back and clings to her.
I’m even more stunned.
Is she even my Dakota?
Rose whispers something into her ear as Lucas pats her back with his hand.
Dakota finally emits a quiet growl and walks off, an elegant old lady. I continue with showing the kids around.
The zoo looks like a ranch. There’s a pond with fish behind the clubhouse and a small hotel with three en-suite bedrooms. Tara, my sister, is the manager. Cheryl, a fifty-year-old curvy brunette, is the cook and cleaner in there. The summer season is quite busy because families with kids stay at the hotel.
We also keep four horses and three more dogs. Three cats moved in with us a while ago and soon they’ll have kittens.
I take the kids back to their mother. We enter their new house and catch up with Martha in the kitchen.
“Thank you,” she says, twining her fingers in her thick red hair.
Her daughter, Rose, has red hair too. It’s even redder than her mother’s, fiery and magical. Yep, the little shit looks like a little fairy.
“You want to pop in for a drink?” I ask.
“The kids…” Martha says.
“My sister can babysit them.”
Tara is nineteen. She should stay away from the bar, so Martha’s kids will do perfect as her companions.
Our mother is a Native American. Many years ago, she married a Scottish businessman. That was love at first sight. My father had met her at the café he’d once visited.
He proposed to her on the same night and brought her over to his big house in the Scottish Highlands. When I was born, he went bankrupt and had to sell off the house. He managed to buy a little house on the coast and borrowed money to buy an old fishing vessel so that he would start catching fish for a living. My parents are still together, still deliriously happy. Still madly in love. I wanted to choose my own path so I met up with my three best friends at the old barn. We came up with a plan to earn big money. We wanted to run a biker bar. We bought four old motorcycles and renovated them by ourselves. A small zoo was at auction, so I borrowed money from the bank and bought it. Tara has always been like my puppy. She follows me wherever I go.
Martha’s cheeks flush. “I don’t know.”
“One drink.” I realise I like her. There’s something gentle and tempting about her. “I’ll pick you up at nine.”
Rose shoots me a fierce glance that causes my lips to curl into a wide grin. The little shit is a warrior.
“What?” I look at her with amusement.
Rose shrugs. “Nothing.” She draws in a deep breath as she clenches her hands in front of her stomach. “Alcohol is bad.” That one sentence carries such a load of pain my heart leaps.
“Alright,” I say. “We’re gonna drink only coke.” I wink at Martha, making her giggle.
“Could I have a bottle of coke as well?” Lucas asks.
He looks like a younger version of Nikusha—cold blue eyes and dark blond hair. It falls to his shoulders in wild curls.
“Inside the shed behind the hotel,” I say to him. I glance back at Martha. “You need anything? More furniture? More pillows?”
“No, thanks.” She smiles at me. “The bedrooms are nice. The kitchen needs some white paint, that’s all.”
White paint. I make a mental note. “At nine then?”
“At nine.” She sweeps her hair down her back.
Martha
I smooth a hand down the hem of my red dress. It’s an elegant dress, 1950s style with a wide hem and narrow sleeves. My reflection frowns at me.
I don’t think this is a good idea, but he’s offered me accommodation and a job so I’ll have that one drink with him.
Rose looks at me with amazement. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you, sweetie.”
“Are you going to marry him?” There’s nervousness in her voice.
“Oh no, Rose, it’s just a drink with a friend. Nobody’s getting married.”
She looks at me with mysterious eyes and I can’t read from her face whether she’s disappointed or relieved.
I can’t grasp her sometimes. She loved her dad even though he was a shitty parent. She’s been angry with me since he died.
I huff out. I will never remarry. I’m done with men.
My kids need me. My husband had b
een taking my attention from them for years. I need to give it back to my kids.
A firm knocking on the front door diverts my attention and Lucas hurries out of the bedroom to open it. I hear the sound of heavy footsteps downstairs and then Seke’s husky voice followed by a female voice. Seke introduces his sister Tara to Lucas and my son calls out to me. My stomach flutters.
I’ve known the guy for six hours and I’m… what? In love with him? Women like me never learn apparently.
I meander among my bags scattered over the carpeted floor, walk out of my bedroom, float down the carpeted stairs, and greet Seke and his sister with a weak ‘hi’ in the hall. My eyes travel to the bunch of red roses in his hand.
Oh my God. I am in love with him.
I’m sure there’s no woman in this world that is capable of resisting his allure.
He’s holding a single white rose in his other hand. My daughter peers at him from behind me.
Seke hands me the bouquet and I mumble a raspy ‘thank you’. He kneels on one knee to hand my daughter the white rose.
“I want a red rose,” she says harshly.
“White roses are very beautiful,” Tara says, tucking a few wisps of brown hair behind her ears, and then she introduces herself to my daughter and me.
“Nice to meet you, Tara,” I say, “and thank you for your help.”
“Anytime,” Tara says.
Rose grabs her flower brutally as though she hates it and disappears into the wooden staircase.
Seke huffs out as her light footsteps fade away. “She hates me, right?”
“Probably,” I say, “but we’re not going to marry or something, right?”
Tara chuckles, her honey-brown eyes gleaming with a mischievous sense of humour. She tilts her head and mumbles something as she follows Rose. Lucas disappears into the living room and starts watching cartoons.
“Maybe I want to propose to you tonight?” Seke says, leaning slightly forward.
“Men like you don’t do relationships.”
Surely, I must have offended him, but his face does not betray any emotions. A smirk plays on his lips, but he says nothing.
I draw in a shaky breath. “The roses are beautiful, Seke.”
“You are a beautiful red rose.”