Leon | a Bad Boy MC Motorcycle Club Romance

by Rose Cody

  “Leon…” She says, staring up into his icy blue eyes. “I…”

  She gasps as she feels him pull her in close, sighing out as he presses his lips against hers, his hot, shaking breath heating her lips as he slowly pulls away.

  “I want to be that girl…” She whispers, reaching up to his face and caressing the coarse stubble on his chin. “I want to be that girl for you, Leon.”

  “Alia…” He whispers as he rests his forehead against hers.

  “Come on, Leon.” She says, clearing her throat as she wipes the droplets from her face, the rain beginning to pick back up. “Let’s go back inside.”

  Chapter 14

  “Who’s are these?” She asks, scrunching up her nose as she lifts a pair of large grey boxer shorts out of the wicker basket with the very tips of her fingers. “These are way too big to be yours Leon…”

  “I don’t really keep tabs on the underwear around here…” He replies, leaning against the wall as he tilts his head to the side “But if I had to guess…”

  “Well, I don’t really care, I’m not washing them.” She says, shaking her head as she tosses them into the dented metal trash can beside the dryer. “I’m not here to do laundry for everyone. They can get their own girlfriends or they can do it themselves.”

  “Not really their fault.” Leon says, walking over to sit beside her as she goes through his clothes. “You’re the only one who it’s not broken for.”

  “The washing machine is not broken.” She says, giggling as she shakes her head. “That’s a top of the line washing machine you guys got here, I’m just the only one who’s smart enough to know how to use it.”

  “Well, it’s complicated.” He says, sighing as he trails her hand up the small of her back.

  “It’s two buttons.” She says, lifting a large, stinky white t-shirt out of the pile and tossing it onto the floor before standing up and dragging the basket of Leon’s clothes over to the washing machine.

  She lifts the basket up, pouring his clothes into the waiting water before tossing in a pillow of detergent and shutting the lid.

  “I don’t know why you don’t want to move out of here…” She says, pressing the button on the washing machine control panel, starting its first cycle.

  “I do.” He says, smirking as he leans back on his hands, looking up to her from the floor.

  “Leon, you know my parents won’t let you move in.” She says, sinking down to the floor beside him as she rests herself against his chest as he wraps his arm around her shoulders.

  “No, really.” He says, whispering into her ear. “I’m moving out.”

  “What?” She asks, pulling away from him.

  “Yeah.” He nods, scratching the day old scruff on his sharp jaw. “Boss called last night. I’m being sent to open a new chapter in Kansas.”

  “What?” She asks, her jaw hanging open. “And when were you going to tell me this?”

  “I’m telling you now!” He says, shrugging his shoulders.

  “So, what? You’re going to just leave me here?” She asks, biting her bottom lip as she pouts.

  He shakes his head as he stands up from the ground before walking out of the door and down the hall.

  “Leon!” She says, calling after him as he leave her alone in the shady back porch.

  Alia watches intently as he walks back into the porch, a medium sized duffle in hand before he tosses it over to her.

  “Are you leaving right now?” She asks, her eyebrows furrowing as she unzips the zipper.

  “No, it’s for you.” He says, leaning against the door frame, watching her open the bag.

  “Kinda small isn’t it?” She asks, holding the thin leather jacket up against the light.

  “You think so?” He asks, rising his eyebrow.

  “You would never fit into this.” She says, shaking her head as she brings the jacket down to rest on her lap.

  “It’s not for me.” He says, chuckling. “Turn it around.”

  “For me?” She asks, her cheeks flushing as she squints her eyes in a smile.

  She turns the jacket around, gasping at the finely detailed embroidery as she lays it over her lap.

  Alia drags her finger tips along the design before tracing over the lettering.

  “The Rebel Keepers…” She whispers under her breath, a smirk crossing her lips as she looks up at Leon. “This is for me?”

  “Yeah.” He says, nodding his head. “You’re going to need it.”

  “Why?” She asks, her heart fluttering in her chest as she watches Leon stroll over to her.

  “Because.” He says, stopping in front of her before reaching out his hand. “You’re coming with me.”

  Alia snorts, bringing her hand up to her mouth to hide her growing smile before reaching up to his hand and grabbing it as she nods her head.

  She sighs out, biting her bottom lip as he pulls her close before leaning down and pressing his lips against her temple.

  “So pack your bags, Alia.” He whispers into her ear. “Let’s get out of this fucking town.”

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  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters are over the age of majority and all sexual acts are completely consensual.

  Outlaw

  (Bad Boy Motorcycle Club MC Outlaw Biker Romance)

  First edition. July 15th, 2016.

  Copyright © 2016 Rose Cody

  Written By Rose Cody

  Chapter 1

  “Please give it up one last time for Lily Valentine!” The DJ says over the loudspeaker as she kneels down onto the stage, shaking her ass to the crowd as she bends over and collects the bills that were tossed to her over the course of her set. “She’s back next week, folks! And you can be sure she’ll bring the fire then, too!”

  She wraps her leg around the shining metal pole, spinning one last time before giving the crowd of roaring men a little wave goodbye as she bites on her bottom lip and flips her hair off of her shoulders.

  “How’re the dollars tonight, Lil?” A girl asks, looking up from the mirror as she ties the top of her halter bikini around her neck. “Any big tippers I should look out for?”

  “I got a twenty from some bald guy on the left, so if I were you, I’d favor over there…” She says, her voice trailing off as she counts her tips. “Not that there were any bad tippers tonight, though…” She smiles as she walks over to her stop in front of the mirror and sits down on the spinning make up chair.

  Lily picks up her bag, pulling out her wallet and stuffing her tips inside before reaching for her make up wipes.

  She wipes the glitter and black line off her face, pulling her false lashes off as she leans into the mirror.

  “Maybe I should dye my hair red.” Her friend says, as she back combs the back of her head. “You red heads do nothing but collect.”

  “I just wish I worked tomorrow, too.” Lily smiles, glancing over at her friend as she preens before pulling up her own cherry curls into a messy bun on the top of her head and securing them in place with a hair tie. “Mama wants to get herself a trip to Barbados.”

  “You gotta save some for the rest of us, you know.” The blonde says as she gets up from her seat, leaning into the mirror one last time to check her make up before spinning around on her tall heels. “How do I look?”

  “Whorish.” Lily smirks as she watches the bikini glimmer.

  “Perfect!” The blonde says as she walks up the stairs to the stage. “Are y
ou gunna watch my set, Lil?”

  “No way.” Lily says shaking her head. “I am getting out of here so I can go home and kick back for the rest of the weekend. I have some frozen yogurt sitting in my freezer and I can hear it calling my name already.”

  “Well, your loss!” Her friend says as she hears the DJ call her name. “Wish me luck!”

  “Break a leg, Emily.” Lily calls to her as she tosses her make up wipe into the little waste basket under the counter before kicking her heels off her feet and rolling her tired ankles around.

  She never imagined this would be her life, working night after night at night clubs and strip joints, especially not for this long. It’s not any little girl’s dream to dance nearly naked on a stage for horny men. But she had to. It was a matter of survival.

  Her mom died when she was only fifteen years old. Cancer. But it was quick. And with no dad in the picture she had no choice but to go and live with her elderly grandmother. The poor woman did everything she could to take care of her, but she was sick too and about a year and a half after she moved in, her grandma passed as well.

  After that, it was all left up to her. She needed money fast and without an education this was the best way to get it.

  Lily always promised herself that after creating a little nest egg she would get out of the game. Hang her heels up and go back to school to live life on the right path.

  But the money was just too good. Rent paid for a half an hour’s work. She’d have to be stupid to give that up.

  Ten years later, though? Ten years come and gone, hopping from club to club. Life should be better by now. Something else should have come along, but it hasn’t and maybe it never will.

  She gets up from her seat before bending over to pick up her heels. Lily walks them over to the costume box, tossing them inside before wrapping her arms around herself to unhook her sparkling bikini top as she walks back towards her seat.

  She stuffs it into her bag, grabbing her t-shirt from inside the disorganized mess before pulling the thin cotton garment over her head, sticking her arms through the arm holes before wiggling it down her back.

  Lily pulls out a pair of black leggings, scrunching them in her hand before pushing down her glittering bikini bottoms. She hangs them off her foot, lifting her leg up to grab them before quickly stepping into her leggings, pulling the tight polyester up her thighs before snapping the waist band around her waist.

  She shoves the sparkling panties into her bag before zipping it up and heaving it up onto her shoulder before she looks around the room.

  “Has anyone seen my shoes?” She asks, ducking to look under the counter.

  “Over here!” A dark skinned girl says as she leans over the counter powdering her face. “Antonio moved all the shoes by the door. He’s always touching our shit.” She turns to the large, mustached security guard, placing her hand on the waist of her rhinestoned thong. “Why are you always going through our shit?”

  “Someone has to keep it organized in here, girls.” He says, his voice deep and thundering as he shrugs his shoulders. “You’re practically animals. You would be working in your own filth if it wasn’t for me!”

  “It’s an organized chaos.” She says, going back to powdering her face. “Not going to stay to get some drinks with us, Lil?”

  “Not tonight.” She says, slipping her feet into her canvas flats.

  “Well, suit yourself!”

  She waves, smiling softly as she steps out of the back door into the dimly lit alley way, stepping over the puddles as she makes her way around the building and to the sidewalk.

  Lily brushes the palm of her hand over the top of her hair, sighing as she breathes in the thick humidity.

  “Hey, you!” She hears a deep male voice say from behind her. “Hey, hey!”

  She stops, taking a deep shaking breath in as she turns around, expecting to see one of her regulars but instead feels her chest tighten as she’s greeted by three large men she doesn’t recognise.

  “Hi…” She whispers, lifting her hand slightly at her side to wave to them as they step under the street light towards her.

  “What’s a girl like you doing alone so late at night in a neighbourhood like this, huh?” One of them says as she barely makes out his moving lips from his shadowed face.

  “Did you need something?” She asks after some hesitation as she slowly takes a step backwards.

  “You just get off of work at that club over there?” Another one says as he points towards her joint.

  “Yeah and I’m done work for the night, so how about you fuck right off!” Lily says, sighing out as she turns back around to continue on her way home.

  “Not so fast…” The first man says, rushing over to her before grabbing her shoulder. “I bet a girl like you makes quite a bit of money, doesn’t she?”

  She gasps, tightening her grip on her bag as she feels him yank on it, trying to pull it away from her.

  “No! Stop!” She screams, the other two surrounding her, placing her hands on her to pull her away. “Stop!”

  She falls to the ground, the men scattering and running as the rumbling engine of a motorcycle closes in on them.

  “You better fucking run!” She hears over the loud engine’s thunder as she wipes her face before picking up the spilled contents of her bag from all over the wet sidewalk.

  She hides her face from embarrassment, keeping her gaze on the sidewalk as she hears him silence the engine and kick the stand down before getting off of his bike and walking over to her.

  “Who the hell were those guys?” He asks, kneeling down in front of her. “Are you okay?”

  She glances up, blushing as her eyes rest a little too long on his sharp, stubble covered jaw before nodding her head up and down as she continues to pick up her items.

  “Here.” The strange man says, picking up her wallet from the wet sidewalk, wiping it on the leg of his jeans before handing to her.

  “Thanks.” She whispers, taking it from him, her fingers brushing against his rough hand, before she stuffs her wallet back into her bag.

  “What fools, huh?” He asks, standing up and reaching his hand out to her.

  She hesitates, looking up at him before she grabs it, letting him help her up from the ground.

  “They just came out of nowhere…” She whispers, brushing her dirty hands over the wet backside of her skirt.

  Lily watches as the mystery man quietly turns around before walking back over to his bike. He swings his leg over it, straddling before kicking up the kick stand.

  “Lady, I can’t in good conscience let you keep walking all alone in the dark like this.” He says as he looks over to her. “You should let me give you a ride.”

  “No, that’s okay…” She says as she pulls her bag up on her shoulder. “I’m not too far from here.”

  “Please…” He says, chuckling. “So I don’t have to follow you home to make sure you’re safe. I don’t want to be readin’ about you in the newspaper tomorrow.”

  Lily nods, smiling softly as she walks over to him before lifting her leg, careful not to hike her skirt up too much as she straddles the bike, sliding herself onto the small back seat.

  “Just like this?” She asks, holding her bag against her stomach as she, looks around for something to grab onto.

  “Ah, so you’ve never been on a bike, huh?” He asks, smirking. “Here…”

  He reaches behind himself, grabbing her hand, before placing it on the side of his waist against his leather jacket.

  “You can hold onto me.” He says, winking at her before turning his head back to look forward.

  She reaches up to the other side of him, sliding towards him and squishing her bag in place between them, gasping as she feels the engine rumble under her as he starts the bike.

  “Feels great, huh?” He says, calling back to her as he revs.

  “Yeah!” She giggles, nodding her head against his back.

  “Just wait, you’ll love this…” He s
ays, taking off.

  Chapter 2

  She squeezes her eyes shut momentarily as she watches the buildings of downtown wiz past them as the air flows freely through her hair.

  “It’s just over here, right?” She hears him call to her as he turns down her street, the motorcycle leaning to the side, making her squeal.