by Ruby Rose
CHIEF
WILD EAGLE ALPHAS
Book 1
RUBY ROSE
Copyright © 2020 by Ruby Rose ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter One: Chief
Chapter Two: Lexi
Chapter Three: Chief
Chapter Four: Lexi
Chapter Five: Chief
Chapter Six: Lexi
Chapter Seven: Chief
Epilogue 1: Lexi
Epilogue 2: Chief
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Chapter One: Chief
Riding down the freeway, I roll down the window and reach my hand out. I swirl it in circles, letting the wind brush through my fingers. After three years locked up, that sense of freedom never escapes me.
I wouldn’t take back that time locked up. I wouldn’t change anything. I know why I did what I did, and I’d do it all over again if I had to.
But now, my mission is to take back my life. That’s why I’m here.
Out here in Oklahoma, there ain’t a lot to think about besides working on the farm, and that’s probably for the best. There’s nothing left for me back in the city now anyway.
Me and the boys, Bird and Tiger, used to dream about living out here- away from the hustle and bustle, knuckling down and doing some real hard work. I didn’t think twice when I put that money down; I knew if I could get the boys in shape, we’d be alright.
And I was right. They took charge while I was finishing up my time in lockdown, and ever since I got out, I’ve been able to see just how good they made it. I left that farm in good hands; it would seem.
To my left, wheat farms, to my right wheat farms, as far as the eye can see. We’re just a few kilometers from Wild Eagle Acres Farm now, though you wouldn’t know it out here. It’s a never-ending stretch of openness. Nobody would know that just down the road are three boys seeking redemption, and that’s just how I like it.
Out the corner of my eye, I spot a girl. A pretty young thing, with long blonde hair and a yellow dress down to her knees.
I feel a ripple of lust ignite between my legs.
She's standing at the edge of the road, looking both ways; I can already tell she’s lost.
Maybe I shouldn’t stop. A young girl like that will probably take one look at my tattoos and get all freaked out. People don’t normally mind the ones on my arms, and they never get to see the ones on my chest and legs. But it’s the neck tattoos that get them. They think I’m a thug, and I guess in some ways, they’d be right.
I ain’t about telling strangers my past and problems.
But either way, she looks like she needs help, and I ain’t about to drive past a young woman who needs help. God knows what’ll happen or who she’ll come across.
As the truck pulls up, I feel a lump in my throat. She’s not just pretty; she’s god damn beautiful. The dress ties up at the side, accentuating those wide hips. Her face is kind and soft. Her eyes are quiet, but they look like they got a story or two to tell.
My hands clam up for a second.
“This is nothing, Chief,” I tell myself. I just haven’t seen a real pretty woman in so long, let alone spoken to one. I guess this rattling feeling in my stomach is normal.
“Are you lost, little lady?”
“Who are you calling ‘little lady?’
I chuckle to myself, but she just stands there pouting with her hand on her hip. I’ve always loved a strong woman. My heart speeds up with excitement.
“So, you’re not lost then?’
She scratches her head and shifts her weight onto the other leg.
“I’m just looking for someplace that I don’t know how to find.”
“Well, I don’t know these parts as well as some others, but if you tell me where you’re going, maybe I can help.”
Again, she pauses. I try my best not to let my eyes linger on her v-neck collar, that delicate collarbone and that tantalizing line of cleavage, but the more I stare at her, there more I realize, she’s just the woman I fantasized about while I was in jail. It takes every ounce of strength in me not to rip at that dress and tug it from her, exposing the soft skin beneath.
“I’m looking for a farm,” she sighs. “My momma says it’s around here somewhere, but damn, I’ve been wandering around for hours trying to find the place. Wild Eagle Acres Farm, she says it’s called.”
I laugh again, but then I feel a twang in my chest. I can take her there, but it’ll mean her riding upfront in the truck with me, and I ain’t been close to a lady in so long. I don’t know how I’ll drive straight, let alone stop my manhood from bursting through my trousers with her by my side.
“Wild Eagle Acres Farm,” I repeat.
“Yeh, do you know it or not?”
“You sure are feisty, ain’t ya?”
“Sir, can you help me or not?”
I like this. A beautiful woman like that, I thought she’d be scared of me. Most women turn away when they see me. I’m tall, I’m big, they know I’m an ex-con before I even open my mouth, but she’s different.
“I’m on my way there right now; I can give you a ride if you’d like?”
She glances over her shoulder and then tuts. “Go on then, but it’d better be clean in there. I don’t wanna get my dress dirty!”
I quickly push the soda cans onto the floor as she makes her way around the truck.
“You’re not accustomed to having a woman in this truck with you, are you?”
I shake my head and start driving.
“No, I am not.”
There’s a short silence. I wish I could say something to her, but I’ve never been much of a talker. I guess I learned how to be content with my own presence while I was away. But soon, I hear her humming, just loud enough to drown out the sound of the old rattling engine.
“I like that song,” I say, turning to look at her. The sun shines down onto her face, catching the curve of her cheeks. Again, I feel my stomach churning. I wish I knew what to do. Before I was locked up, plenty of women used to try and smooth-talk me. I wasn’t ever really interested. I only ever wanted a family, but I’ve since given up on that thought. I couldn’t force my past on a woman, especially not someone as sweet as her, no matter how much I desire her right now.
“It’s a song my momma sang to me when I was little.”
I take another look at her, glancing away from the road for a second.
“I think your momma is Mrs Miller.”
She turns to me, looking surprised.
“How do you know my momma?”
“Oh, she comes down to the farm every week. She’s got a nose just like yours. Plus, I recognize that bag you’re holding.”
The girl looks down to the coffee-brown bag with an embroidered chicken on the front, and a grin twists across her face.
“I’m Lexi, by the way.”
I nod my head. “Lexi, that’s a beautiful name.”
“You think? I always thought it was kinda boring?”
“No, not at all. Lexi, I like it. A pretty name for a pretty girl.”
She turns away and stares out the window. For a second, I think I might have made her feel uncomfortable, but then
I notice a half-sided smile in her reflection.
“My names Chief,” I announce. I just want to hear that sweet voice of hers again.
“Chief? What kind of name is that?”
“I don’t know. That’s just what everyone’s called me for the last I don’t know how many years. I guess it stuck.”
“Chief,” she whispers.
“You like it?”
She stares at me. Her eyes roll up and down my body. She’s not afraid of anything. She tucks back a piece of hair behind her ears and bites down gentle on her full, pink lips. I’ve never seen a face so perfect, especially without any make-up on.
“I do kinda like it, I guess.”
“A pretty name for a pretty boy?”
Lexi throws back her head and giggles. It’s so sweet, and all I can think is how I can make her do it again. I imagine her lying in my bed next to me, the two of us naked, that same giggle rippling through the room.
“So, why are you going to the farm, Chief?”
“Well, that’s a story, I suppose.”
“We’ve got time, ain’t we?”
I turn to her. She’s looking at me. Occasionally her eyes dart away back to the road, watching where we’re driving, but she’s watching me. She wants to know more about me.
“I’m from Oklahoma City, but I just moved out here with a few friends and bought this ranch. It’s a work in progress, but we’re getting there.”
“I’ve worked on a farm my whole life, so if you ever need any advice, you know who to ask. I ain’t afraid of getting my hands dirty!”
“Well, that’s perfect, because I got a whole tonne of questions for you!”
Our eyes meet as we smile at each other. I can still feel my body stirring. Every time she flicks her hair or touches her face, I feel my pants get tighter. I don’t know if it’s normal, but all I can think of doing is leaning in and kissing her right now.
But her soft tone and sweet heart calm me down. The time together in the truck flies by, and when we finally arrive, I wish we could get back in again and drive away together so I can take her somewhere quiet, talk some more, and finally run my hands through her hair.
But I need to stop dreaming about things that will never happen.
Chapter Two: Lexi
Chief holds out his hand to me to help me down from the truck. I want to tell him I’m not that kind of girl, that I don’t need his help, but I know he’s just being a gentleman.
The moment our skin touches, it’s as though sparks shoot between us. I know he feels it too.
I don’t get it. For years I’ve escaped falling for any boys, but Chief isn’t a boy. There’s no question about it. Chief is all man. I couldn’t help myself back there on the road; I had to keep looking at him to take it all in.
And maybe that’s exactly the kind of man I should be avoiding. But that body, so strong and muscular, those tattoos painted across his arms and snaking up his neck, they felt dangerous, and even though I shouldn’t, I liked it.
Chief towers above me. Normally someone so burly wouldn’t be so tall, but not him. Every inch of him is built to perfection; even his hands are enormous. My mind wanders to what else he might be hiding beneath those light blue jeans. I’ve never seen a naked man before; I bet Chief could pick me up like a doll and do whatever he wanted to me.
I shake my head, casting my sordid thoughts from my mind. I know what men like that are like- trouble. He’d only break my heart and cause me pain. I’m no stranger to the likes of him, and it looks like his friends are just the same.
Two hefty men greet us at the gate, Bird, and Tiger, I assume from what Chief told me in the truck. They nod at me and take turns clutching Chief's fist and pulling him in for a hug.
“How was your session, Chief?” says one. Chief looks down to the ground and wraps an arm around the man, leading him away from me. There’s something he doesn’t want me to know.
I reshuffle my bag and head on in without him.
“He’s the last thing you need,” I whisper to myself.
Chief notices me walking ahead.
“Oh, Lexi. Tiger will help you with whatever you need. I’ve got to go take a shower. Let me know if you need a ride back up the road.”
A shower. Did he mean to let that image sit in my mind? Now it’s all I can think about.
Tiger holds out an arm and leads me down to the farm shop. It’s quaint, not quite finished, but I admire their paint job, and everywhere I look, animals roam freely.
“They look happy,” I say to Tiger. He just nods. It seems all these men are men of few words.
“That’s the shop there. There’s a few others picking out some products. I’ll be right down; I just gotta grab some yogurt.”
“See ya down there,” I call out.
I wish it was Chief coming back for me. If he drives me home later, will he try to kiss me? I don’t know that I’d be able to stop him if he did. The more I tell myself that he’s no good for me, the more I can’t forget him.
“Excuse me.” I tap a stranger's shoulder as he browses the ingredients in their plastic tubs. He turns around slowly, and the second he gets a look at me, he looks over to another man standing in the corner of the shop.
My gut wrenches. I know that look a mile off.
The other man checks out the shop for anyone else; there’s no one here.
The two of them step towards me, so I step back, trying not to look weak in front of them.
“Well, what do we have here, Elijah?”
“Do you know where the milk is? I can’t see any in those fridges?” My voice cracks just at the end of the sentence. The fear sits between the three of us. I know I’ve already messed up, but I have to stand my ground.
“Milk, hey?”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “You know what, don’t you worry about it-”
I turn for the door and beg that Tiger might come striding in any second. But I can’t hear footsteps. The stranger grabs my arm. His scrawny hands barely reach all the way around my forearm. I’m not the smallest of girls, but he’s got some cheek trying to play the big guy.
“I think we can get you some milk, can’t we, Elijah?”
“Oh, yeh. We got plenty of milk for a pretty young thing like you!”
He grabs my other arm and pushes me up against the wall. I attempt to wrestle him from me, but his fingernails only dig deeper into my skin.
“Get off me!” I scream.
“Oh, she’s a fighter. Just how I like ‘em! But I think I’m gonna need your help here, Elijah. We’ve got ourselves a plump one.”
I recoil at his words. I shouldn’t let a filth bag like him get to me, but I can’t help but stare down at my stomach.
“Get off me, you piece of shit!” I cry.
I feel his hand slip over my mouth. The other man continues stepping closer. The room gets smaller. The stench of old beer reeks from his mouth. His hands are dirty and leave a muddy taste on my lips.
“Get your hands off of her!”
I can’t turn my head, but I know that voice. It’s not Tiger; it’s Chief.
The foul-smelling guy holding me up against the wall doesn’t budge.
“What the hell are you going to do about it? There’s two of us.”
I hear Chief’s footsteps creek across the wooden floor towards us. I release a muffled scream for him, but the grip around my face only tightens.
I can see him now. My eyes call for him desperately. I watch as the rage courses through his body. His hand clenches into a fist. His belt is unbuckled, and his jeans are unzipped. He’s topless, but he doesn’t seem to care. His muscles only intimidate the men more.
“If you think I can’t pin the both of you up against that wall with each of my hands, then just watch me.”
The man’s grip loosens, but he doesn’t quite let go. He’s nervous; I can feel him tremble ever so slightly. With each step Chief takes, he only gets bigger, shadowing them like two scared schoolboys they are.
“I said, get your hands off of her!” His voice bellows through the old farmhouse, and Chief reaches for the man’s throat. He quickly releases me and scurries into the corner. I fall into Chief’s arms and press my face against his hard chest.
He turns around, holding me close to him. I hear him whisper. “Just give me one second.”
His brown leather boots clink across the floor. The two men breathe faster and faster as he approaches them.
“Chief!” A voice calls out. Tiger and Bird stand at the door. “Everything OK?”
Chief takes a deep breath, and all of us relax as his chest gently lowers.
“There might be two of you, but the three of us, our brothers. I don’t want to ever see your faces on this farm again, you hear me?”