HIS VIRGIN VESSEL: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (War Cry MC)

by Nicole Fox

  “Ready!” I roared back.

  And together, we roared onto the roadway.

  # # #

  We saw the plume of smoke long before its source, or the group of watchful Broken Spires gathered around it. As we approached, the sight of them–tall, proud, and strong, obeying their orders to the T–filled me with immense pride.

  Yes, I thought. They are ready.

  What they were guarding soon became apparent: a black, dusty van, its engine smoking and adding heat to the already blazing day. Its tires had been blown out in a gunfight, and its windshield shattered.

  The Broken Spires grinned in triumph as we approached.

  “He’s inside, Sir,” one said, as the others nodded in agreement.

  Next to me, I saw Thunder wincing as he dismounted. There was a smirk on his features nonetheless.

  I loosened my gun in its holster, approached the closed doors of the van, and clicked them open.

  The heat that spilled out was terrible, suffocating as boiling water and so dense that it made my eyes water. Once they cleared, I saw the source of everyone’s smugness–the center of my final duty as president of the Broken Spires:

  Duffle bag after duffle bag of cash, so overstuffed that hundreds of green bills poked out of them like feathers from an old, beat-up pillow. The sight of all this money–spoils of my final heist, which had gone so spectacularly wrong–filled me with a sense of deep, professional satisfaction. But what filled me with personal, visceral joy lay between them.

  Raymond Blade, naked and bound like a pig before a slaughter, quivering in terror. I felt no pity for him. Not after what he had done to Erica.

  I leaned down and leered at him.

  “You can run,” I hissed, “but you can’t hide.”

  Blade whispered. There was a sudden trickle of liquid and I realized with disgust that he had pissed himself. I wrinkled my nose and took a step back.

  “How much is in here?” I ask Tristan, who had also just arrived.

  Tristan grinned. “Oh, ten million, eleven million? We haven’t finished counting yet.”

  “And how much per bag?”

  “Oh, a couple hundred thousand or so. Give or take.”

  “Perfect,” I said.

  I reached into the van and plucked one of the duffle bags out, careful not to select any of the ones that had been touched by Blade’s piss. Winking at him, I slung it over my shoulder.

  “You have two choices, Blade,” I said, nonchalantly flicking open the bag to glance over its contents. “We can drop you off at the police station, where you can face the persecution of your crimes–”

  As I said this, he shook his head in terror. He knew that many of the Crooked Jaws had been arrested, too. If they ended up in the same jail together… well, let’s just say that the Crooked Jaws blamed their leaders for their humiliating downfall. And with La Gancho dead, Blade was the only one on whom they could exercise their terrible hate.

  “Okay,” I mocked, grinning. “Your other option is this: we drive you out into the desert–let’s say, ten, twenty miles. That should be enough for an old fuck like you. Then, we cut your bonds, and leave you there. What happens next is up to you.”

  “But, I-I’d die out there!” He protested.

  I shrugged. “Your choice. The desert…or the police. Either way is fine with me.”

  Blade wilted. He seemed like a plant, cut off at the stem. Then, at last, he showed one final act of courage:

  “The desert,” he said.

  “Good man,” I chuckled. “That, at least, is an honorable death. You heard him, men! Take him!”

  A pair of young, up-and-coming Broken Spires surged forward, eager to volunteer. One even had a bike with a sidecar attached.

  Perfect, I thought, then ordered them to stuff Blade inside it.

  He looked utterly ridiculous. Simultaneously fat and bony, his sagging white skin already burning in the sun, his knees cramped up about his ears as he was crammed into the sidecar, I found his humiliation to be complete.

  Winking and honking, the two Broken Spires rode off, to gruff cheers from the remaining bikers.

  Thunder smiled, wiped the sweat from his brow, and turned to me.

  “Now what, boss?” He asked.

  I gazed at him, and clapped one hand on his shoulder. With the other hand, I tore my patch–the one signifying my station as president of the Broken Spires–from my jacket and handed it to him.

  He smiled, accepting the gift.

  “It’s up to you now, Thunder,” I said. Then, I nodded to the van overflowing with wealth. “And, may I say, you’re off to a pretty good start.”

  He chuckled. I chuckled. Then, these sounds of mirth grew and grew, until we were shaking with full-out laughter.

  He threw his arms around me, and pulled me into a hug. “Now, Dominic, go off and find a life of peace. You deserve it.”

  “Thanks, man,” I murmured. We embraced for a full minute, ignoring the titters and heckles of the other Broken Spires–before finally pulling away.

  I said goodbye to the others,–Tristan, Fernando, the lot of them–saluted to the group, mounted my bike, and rode away.

  I did not look back. I did not need too. My future lay ahead.

  With Erica.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Erica

  Dominic returned that evening, covered head to foot in desert dust and grinning broadly. When I asked him where he had been, all he did was smile and reply, “Taking care of some final business. You won’t have to worry about Mr. Blade anymore.”

  I gasped. Part of me wanted to cry out, Did you kill him? But I found that I really didn’t care to know. Instead, I pulled him into bed with me. Yes, the man I loved was violent. But I also knew that he was just. Whatever he had done to Blade, I was sure he deserved it.

  The next day, we journeyed to the Broken Spires compound to pack up. He took his bike. I took a brand new van. We needed it for the storage.

  When he arrived, everybody cheered. Thunder came up and shook his hand, telling him that his work had given the club millions. When he saw me, he swept me into a bone-breaking hug that lifted me clear off my feet. I laughed, kissed him on the cheek, and told him I would miss him.

  “You guys are finally leaving, then, huh?” He asked.

  “Yes,” I said. “A vacation well deserved.”

  “Yes,” he said. “A vacation you both deserve.”

  I smiled.

  The rest of the day was a flurry of activity, stuffing things into boxes and heaving them to the van. Fortunately, we had a half-dozen Broken Spires to help, so it never felt burdensome.

  At last, Dominic’s office was empty. For a moment, the walls and furnishings looked bare, lonely, and sad.

  Dominic appeared. He took me into a backward hug, my back against his chest, and kissed my hair.

  “Are you going to miss it?” I asked. It had suddenly occurred to me that I might be forcing him to leave a life he loved.

  He whirled me around, and kissed me on the nose. “Not even the slightest,” he said. “It was good–but this is better. I am all yours now. Forever and always.”

  I smiled, and–I’ll be honest–felt my eyes well up with tears.

  An hour later, we were out of there.

  We did not have much to take with us. Most of my belongings at the house reminded me of Brian, and so were therefore repugnant. Dominic, on the other hand, had always lived an uncluttered life, choosing adventure and freedom over material collection. As a result, even with all of our important belongings piled into the van, there was still room for his bike.

  That way, he and I could sit up front, holding hands as we watched the road unfurl beneath us.

  THE END

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  The Hitman’s Child: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance

  SHE CAN HAVE HER CHOICE: MY BABY IN HER BELLY, OR MY BULLET IN HER BRAIN.

  My clients want people dead.

  And if this man is to be believed, his ex-wife deserves her fate more than most.

  But I’m not so sure. Maybe she’s earned the sweet kiss of death…

  Or maybe all she needs is a hard, sweaty f*ck.

  She thought she was finally safe.

  But she didn’t know that I was coming to kill her.

  It was nothing personal.

  I’m a hitman, not a judge or jury.

  I don’t ask questions…

  I just pull the trigger and hide the bodies.

  But there’s something different about this one.

  Something innocent.

  Something pure.

  Is she really the monster her husband claims she is?

  Or is there another story hidden behind those pretty eyes?

  Only one way to know for sure:

  Force her to her knees and spread that mouth wide open.

  DOM’S BABY: Broken Spires MC

  I HAD A TASTE OF HER. NOW, I’M COMING FOR THE REST.

  One more heist, and then I’ll be done with this life for good.

  In and out. I’d done it a million times. This will be no different.

  At least, that’s what I thought…

  Then Erica showed up.

  She was too delicious to pass up.

  A pretty city girl in a world far removed from the one she knows.

  In other words, easy prey.

  Down here, we do things different.

  When a man like me wants a woman like her, he doesn’t stop to ask questions.

  He just takes.

  And takes.

  And takes.

  Until his hunger is sated.

  And that’s exactly what I did.

  The stupid girl was about to get stabbed, but I had a different kind of penetration in mind.

  I scooped her up, threw her across my bike, and took her home.

  The rest was bare flesh and broken moans.

  I wish it had ended there.

  But you can’t always get what you want.

  And this little angel is trying her damndest to drag me back into the underworld I’m desperately trying to escape.

  Cut it out, princess.

  You don’t give the orders around here – I do.

  Now get on your knees.

  I’m not going to ask twice.

  King’s Baby: A Bad Boy Mafia Romance

  By the time all this is over, she’ll have my baby in her belly.

  She was the star dancer at a sh*thole strip joint with plans for something grander.

  I was an ex-con trying as hard as possible to stay out of the spotlight.

  None of this should have ever happened.

  But she pushed too far, and I had to punish her… The only trouble is, she liked it.

  On the run from the law, I’ve got to find work where I can, even if it’s bouncing at this trashy club.

  I should be keeping a low profile, but Christy has other ideas.

  The platinum blonde dancer is a thunderstorm of ambition and ego.

  She thinks she can shake that pretty ass and I’ll help her with whatever she needs.

  But she’s wrong.

  The only needs I’m satisfying are carnal.

  The problem is, when I bend that gorgeous body over, I lose control…

  And my past catches up with me.

  The old boys from the neighborhood aren’t keen on letting me disappear.

  They’ve found me at my most vulnerable,

  and they aren’t the type of guys to let me live my life in peace.

  Especially not when a shadowy mob boss is guiding their every move.

  I should drop everything and run.

  But Christy’s got me hooked.

  I want her body.

  I crave her taste.

  And I promise you this: come hell or high water, I’m going to make her mine…

  In the most permanent way I know how –

  By putting my baby inside of her.

  Rip’s Baby: Hounds of Hades MC

  Rip won’t rest until he puts a baby in my belly.

  Rip Harris is just like the rest of the Hounds of Hades MC – loud, obnoxious, and always looking to get laid.

  And just my luck – he’s now going to be working in my dad’s auto shop.

  He might be sexy as hell, but if I truly want to break free of this town, I need to stay far away from him.

  But when a star professor tries to force himself on me, there’s only one place to turn for help.

  Too bad the price of Rip’s protection is my mind, my body… and my womb.

  All I ever wanted was to get the hell out of this podunk town.

  It’s a dusty backwater filled with boozy bikers and washed-up losers.

  I’ve got bigger dreams.

  And when I land a prized scholarship to study design at university, I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.

  Attracting the attention of the department’s preeminent professor seems like the cherry on top of a too-good-to-be-true ice cream sundae.

  Turns out that’s exactly what it is.

  Professor Ellsmith didn’t pick me out of the crowd because I was talented.

  He picked me because he wanted to shove his filthy old hands between my legs.

  And he threatens to derail my budding career if I say no.

  I’m caught in the worst possible position.

  Do I let this predator take advantage of me?

  Or do I give up on my dreams?

  I need help.

  Rip seems like the last person in the world I want to owe a favor, but it’s not like I have a lot of choices.

  There’s just one problem:

  His services don’t come for free.

  And if Rip is going to solve my professor problem, his demands are steep.

  He wants to strip me, own me all night long…

  …and use me to carry his baby.

  Biker’s Baby: Devil’s Wings MC

  I can feel the biker’s baby growing inside me.

  A whorehouse, a police raid, and a case of mistaken identity…

  It’s a brutal recipe that’s left me tied up in the bed of a sexy, vicious biker.

  Connor Ryan is determined to wring the truth out of me, by any means necessary.

  I’ll resist all I can, but we both know the truth: he’s going to break me, and then he’s going to use me – in any way he wants.

  When I promised my friend that she would never have to go back to whoring, I had no idea I would be forced to take her place.

  But when she betrays me, I’m given to Connor Ryan… and my life takes a turn for the worse.

  I’ve spent years running from my past.

  But now, this bad boy biker is going to tie me down and make me do whatever he wants.

  Connor knows I’m lying, and he’s determined to make me confess – or else.

  The longer I defy him, the more determined he is to twist my body to its limits.

  The sick truth is that part of me doesn’t mind this sinister game…

  As long as it’s him I’m servicing.

  But when I find out that my loved ones are dying while I hold out,

  I’m forced to make a decision:

  Do I keep up this charade…

  Or do I submit and bear the biker’s baby?

  Bad Boy’s Toy: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance

  I’ll put a baby in the escort’s belly.

  She’s a whore on the run from her pimp.

  I’m an enforcer looking for a new gig.

  She thinks she can use me to help her climb out of her sh*thole of a life.

  But I know how muc
h her body is worth, and I’m determined to wring it for every last cent.

  Micah

  Don “Daddy” Williams is a sadistic bastard.

  He painted a pretty picture of his business when I first arrived, desperate for cash.

  But it didn’t take long before I realized his house was the farthest thing from legitimate.

  He’s a pimp, a flesh trader – not a businessman.

  And he doesn’t like taking no for an answer.

  So when I tell him I don’t want to sleep with strangers for money,

  He drops me off at a rough roadhouse with no protection.

  I was about to get manhandled – or far, far worse…