by Parker, Kara
Then Blue gave it to them. He took one last hit from Jimmy and then like a flash of lightning he hit Jimmy with an uppercut that sent the other man flying. Blue advanced on him and hit him twice in the stomach and again in the face. She could hear the crunch as Blue destroyed Jimmy’s nose and then it was over and Jimmy fell to the ground.
The crowd screamed and Chelsea strained to see and she sighed with relief as she saw that Jimmy was still moving. He was struggling to get to his feet. Cries of “finish him” and “end it” filled the basement and tears came to Chelsea’s eyes as Blue stood over the defeated but alive Jimmy. Jimmy was trying to stand he was on his hands and knees and struggling to get up, but he kept slipping in the dirt. It was tragic and wrong and Chelsea didn’t know how to stop it. Blue stood over Jimmy and watched the man struggle as the men in the basement screamed at Blue to kill his opponent.
“FBI! Get on the ground!”
Chelsea turned her head towards the stairs and watched as a wave of men dressed all in black came racing down the stairs. The men around her began to panic, but there was only one way out; they were all trapped. Chelsea hugged the wall and tried to get to Blue. She fought through the rushing crowd of men as they shoved and pushed past her. She was at the ring only steps from Blue. He was turned away from her and she reached for him, but suddenly someone had her arm.
“You!” Terrance hissed, as he pulled her close. “You ratted me out? I’m going to end you!”
Blue’s fist came out of nowhere. It connected with Terrance’s cheek and the man’ whole body rocked to the side as he fell to the floor.
“What are you doing here?” Blue demanded.
‘“Rescuing you,” Chelsea answered as the FBI corralled the fight goers and one by one they dropped to their knees in defeat.
Chapter Forty Seven
“Do you ever look up from those anymore?” Chelsea teased Blue as she gave him a peck on the cheek. His face was buried in a textbook with some incomprehensible title about integration and electronics and motherboards. It was a beautiful California day, but Blue, sitting at a table under a patio umbrella, might not have noticed at all.
“You leave him alone,” Jamie chided as she gave her sister a shove. “He’s studying so stop distracting him and get in the water already.”
With one tiny step Chelsea was off the stones that surrounded her pool and submerged into the cool waters. It had been a particularly hot summer in California and her family had been over almost every day to enjoy her new digs. She came up from the water and shook her head and swam over to the edge of the pool where she rested her head in her hands and looked at her family.
First there was Blue, he was sitting at a table and was surrounded by books and notepads and a calculator. He had finished his first semester at CALTECH with straight As and he was determined to not get cocky and let his GPA take a dive. Next to him stretched out on lounge chairs were Colleen and Jamie. They both looked better after some time in the California sun. Colleen had just finished taking her real estate license and was taking a well-deserved break. After her first album went platinum Chelsea had bought her mother an apartment on Rodeo Drive and Colleen had taken to California very well.
After everything Jamie had been through, she decided San Francisco was just too far away and she moved to LA and into Chelsea’s new house. Chelsea refused to let anyone call it a mansion, even though that’s what it was. There were over ten bedrooms and Jamie had her own suite in the basement. It was three floors below and on the other side of the house from where Chelsea and Blue slept and Jamie was constantly joking about how much she appreciated all that space. “It muffles the sound of you two going at it twenty-four hours a day,” she said, when Chelsea asked why she lived in the basement.
“Whatcha thinking about?” Jamie asked as she swam up next to her sister.
“How hard it’s going to be to leave all of this and go on tour.”
“Come on now,” Jamie chided. “You love to perform. Besides, don’t complain like you aren’t excited for a twenty city arena tour. There are girls in this town who would give their left arm for that chance. Blue’s summer courses will be over soon and he’ll have a month long break before the fall semester, so you won’t be totally alone the whole time.”
“That’s true,” Chelsea admitted. And it was true she was excited for her tour. Every time she thought about it butterflies erupted in her stomach and she would have the stupidest grin on her face. “It’s just…I came so close to losing all of you, it makes it hard to leave.”
“Well Terrance is doing twenty to life in San Quentin, so I don’t think you have to worry about him. And, besides, look at this house,” she said, sweeping her arm to encompass the main house, the pool house, the pool, the garage, the fire pit, the two acres of freshly cut grass, “none of us are going anywhere, okay?”
“Okay,” Chelsea said, smiling at her sister.
THE END
It’s easy to get lost in a dream when it’s always a dull shift at the diner…
Take orders. Serve. Clean. Repeat. Nia Walters knows the pattern all-too well, but also that she can’t complain with the tips. And… it’s enough to fantasize about the roguish man who comes in for coffee on his roaring motorcycle at the crack of dawn.
They haven’t really talked, and she doesn’t even know his name. But when he doesn’t show up one morning, she can’t believe how much she worries. And it only gets worse.
When he finally appears that evening, soaking wet and sexier than ever, he sees the relief in her eyes. Her shift is ending, Nia knows she’s been caught, and it seems that Tyler Rooks is more than willing to catch her…
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David Creely doesn’t care, and that’s what makes him so dangerous.
He doesn’t care that I’m a cop. He doesn’t care that I’m here to arrest him. He doesn’t care that if I have to, I’d kill him.
Tall, muscled, and tatted, the only thing this testosterone-fueled outlaw cares about is what’s beneath my uniform.
He wants me to beg.
He wants me to scream.
… and you know what scares me the most?
I’m not sure if I want to stop him.
***
Vicious Cycle
Danger is no stranger to Daniela Quinn.
All she lives for is the open road. Though she looks sweet on the outside, her freckles and curves conceal a tough-as-nails biker chick who can outrace the best of them and hold up any truck she pleases. Yet when rival gang Los Desperados interferes in her latest job and captures her, she has to contend with someone who might finally be a match: the smoking hot and deadly dangerous Julian Gonzalez.
This is the hardest job she’s faced with yet.
Daniela knows the importance of keeping business from pleasure, but Julian is too tempting to pass up. More of an unstoppable force than a simple man, he’s used to having people follow his orders. But as far as Daniela is concerned, all it takes is the touch of a good woman to bring even the strongest man to his knees.
The stakes are high and there can be no mistakes.
With the Bandits swearing revenge over Daniela’s capture and a gang war brooding on the horizon, Daniela has no illusions about her fate if she were to fall out of line. But when the time comes, will Julian be able to carry out his orders and pull the trigger, or will they be able to break the vicious cycle that they’ve found themselves locked in?
***
I hate him
Even in handcuffs, he’s still thinking with the head between his legs. I can tell from the way he’s staring at me—like a shark that’s caught the scent of blood.
Like he already owns me.
One look at his rock-hard body
and I can feel my resolve unraveling. One cocky grin and everything else is wiped from my mind.
Everything but his rough hands.
His fiery kiss.
And a voice from deep inside of me, screaming for more.
All I have to do is un-cuff him, and he’ll do the rest.
I don’t just bed women, I corrupt them
Scorching hot sex isn’t enough for me. I don’t just want their bodies, I want their souls. The more incorruptible she seems, the hotter the challenge.
And Officer Grace Santiago seemed the most incorruptible of them all.
She thinks she’s the one in control here.
But I’m going to show her that it’s not about what she wants.
It’s about what I want.
To own her.
To tame her.
To make her beg and plead.
She just needs to undo my handcuffs.
I’ll take care of the rest.