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by Harley McRide


  “Baby, your mouth is fucking hot,” he said, pulling her up to him. She grinned happily. “Now, I am gonna fuck you silly.”

  Jaci grinned and reached around him to get the condoms she found earlier in the day. He pulled back slightly and rolled it on his already hardening cock. Damn, his recovery time had never been this quick with anyone else. When he was done, he reached between them and plunged two fingers into her pussy and began to make her wetter than she was already. This time it was not slow and nice. It was gonna be hard and demanding because she could see he had lost most of his patience from their earlier playing.

  “I am going to fuck you so good, baby. When we are done, you will never want another man,” he growled. “Because believe me when I say, you will never be allowed to have another dick this close to you unless it is mine.”

  Jaci opened her eyes in surprise when it registered what he said, “What?”

  “You heard me. I am staking my claim on your pussy. Mine!” he said and thrust into her quickly. She was lost in the sudden feeling of fullness.

  He pumped into her pussy and sucked her breasts in time, so she was ready to explode minutes after he had entered her. It was an explosive coupling, and she had never felt anything like it. When she felt her climax building, she knew this would be amazing. Meeting him thrust for thrust, they both climaxed at the same time sweating and breathing from the exhaustive work they had just completed.

  “Holy shit!” she said and held him in place on top of her when he collapsed.

  “Yep,” he grunted and rolled to the side, never breaking their embrace. He pulled back a little and caught her mouth in a sweet kiss. “Mine,” he said again softly.

  “Yours,” she whispered back to him and smiled before closing her eyes. They drifted into sleep still holding each other. Jaci had never felt so complete.

  Chapter Eighteen

  “You ready?” Wrecker said, and Loki nodded. They were standing in front of the house they had been staying at.

  “Yeah, you?” Loki asked and looked up and down the street. His mother, Jaci, Shadow, and Buddy were just finishing up their packing.

  “We gonna have a problem?” Wrecker asked, and Loki smiled a little.

  “You got a problem with me and your sister?”

  Wrecker sighed and then said, “You hurt her, and there will be nowhere you can hide.”

  Loki looked at him with a serious expression, and said, “Not gonna happen.”

  Wrecker nodded. “Tell me about this club of yours.”

  Loki laughed and said, “Have you ever ridden a Harley?”

  Wrecker laughed and said, “Yep, didn’t Jaci tell you, I have a Sportster.”

  Loki snorted. “Sorry, haven't been talking about her brother.”

  “Yeah,” Wrecker said, and then they heard the door open, and both men turned. The three came out with small bags and Carole and Jaci nodded.

  Shadow moved to the van and climbed in the driver seat. Loki stared at Wrecker who shook his head. “Last time he is going to drive.”

  “Agreed, but if he falls in those fucking sandals, we are leaving him.”

  “Agreed,” Wrecker said and followed Carole and Jaci to the van. When they got in, Jaci pulled up her tablet.

  “Ten miles and we are outta here,” she said.

  Shadow nodded and started the van. “Everyone, keep a lookout, we have to pass at least one police station.”

  They nodded as Shadow pulled out, and Loki pulled Buddy across his lap and held the child down as he smiled. “You ready, little man?”

  “Yep, me ready go home.”

  “Home,” Loki laughed.

  They should have made it. Honestly, they should have. When Shadow pulled out of the street they had been staying on, they should have had at least four blocks with nothing. Of course, they couldn’t have been that lucky. As they turned onto the much busier street, Jaci, out of the corner of her eye, saw someone running. Not that it should have been a shock, people ran, but people with guns didn’t run usually. She frowned.

  “Who is that?”

  Carole leaned forward and squinted her eyes. “It can't be?” she whispered, and Loki looked.

  “Who?”

  Carole leaned forward and whispered to Jaci quietly, “Did you call the office?”

  “No,” Jaci said.

  “Well, if I am not mistaken, we have a problem. That was an operative who I know should not be here,” Carole said.

  “How do you know, they could have sent someone to help us?” Jaci whispered.

  “He is supposed to be dead,” Carole said and leaned back.

  They heard the sirens before they reached the third block. Shadow pushed down on the gas, and the van shot forward.

  Wrecker looked behind and yelled, “We have company.”

  Carole snorted. “We are about to have a whole lot more.”

  She pointed up ahead, and they saw a roadblock. Shadow cursed and then turned the wheel sharply, and they squealed around a corner.

  “Shit, give some notice,” Loki snapped and held onto Buddy who was swinging around, but gripping Loki.

  “Another street?” Shadow said.

  Jaci looked down and said, “Five blocks take a left, go into the property on the opposite side, and make sure you pull as close as you can. We are going to need to run to the other side, it is too late to change now.”

  Shadow nodded, and he pressed on the gas, Wrecker and Loki were now both looking out the sides and the back for police, while Carole held Buddy in her lap and she was whispering to him. The little boy looked scared but never made a sound.

  Jaci yelled directions as Wrecker and Loki grabbed the bag in the back and pulled out the weapons they were going to need to use. They hadn't planned on it, everything should have gone down easy. Where in the fuck had they gone wrong?

  Jaci closed her eyes, she really hoped she hadn't just killed them all by trusting Doc.

  “We have five cars following,” Wrecker yelled, and Jaci nodded.

  “Turn the van so we can get out on the right side and use it for cover.”

  Shadow grunted, and then he said, “Two turns, get ready.”

  They all waited while Shadow turned the wheel once and then twice, and then swung into a largely overgrown lot, pulling the wheel so it swung to the side Jaci wanted. The doors in the back we already opened by the time Shadow came to a stop.

  Loki yelled, “Out, now. Shadow, cover with me. Wrecker, get them to the bird.”

  Wrecker nodded and grabbed Jaci as she swung Buddy in her arms. They were ten feet away before the first bullet sounded. Shit, Jaci thought as they ran up the hill, they just needed to make it over. She heard Loki and Shadow yelling, but she didn’t stop, when Buddy was safe she would go back, she had to get Buddy safe.

  Wrecker pulled Carole behind him as he ran, he saw the copter, the lid on the front was open, and there was a blonde in a bikini top that honored the American flag and a short ass pair of cut-offs. What the fuck? He yelled loudly, “Jaci, you with me?”

  “Right behind you,” she huffed.

  “We have a problem, the pilot is not there.”

  “What do you mean she isn’t there?” Jaci yelled. Wrecker wasn’t listening, not really or he wouldn’t have made the colossal mistake he was about to make. No shit, he could see another woman laying in the front of the copter across the two seats, and she was fucking holding one of those shiny things that reflected the sun and gave you a tan. How in the fuck had this happened?

  “HEY!” Wrecker yelled loudly, and the blonde turned. Her hair was long, but it was up in some weird ass hairdo held up with a bandana. “Get the fuck away from that copter. Dammit, this is not a fucking toy. You can't be playing with this.”

  “Sugar,” the blonde smiled and popped her gum before she continued, “You need to relax.”

  The woman inside the copter sat up slowly, she had long silky looking red hair. She was also wearing a bikini top, but it was military green. “Get
out!” Wrecker yelled, and he ignored the look in the woman’s eye.

  “Honey,” the blonde said with a southern accent. “I am telling you, it is all good. I was just checking…”

  “Checking?” Wrecker yelled as he came to a halt. “You don’t mess with a finely tuned piece of machinery. What the hell are you thinking? Where is the goddamn pilot.”

  “Now, honey,” the blonde said, walking to where Wrecker was and putting her hands on her hips. “You keep yelling like that and you’re gonna hyperventilate. I don’t wanna force your head between your legs, you seem to have an abnormally sized head,” she said, popping her gum again.

  “Is that gunfire?” the redhead drawled calmly, and Wrecker looked at them.

  “Get the fuck out of that copter, this is not a vacation, babe. This is some serious shit. Run along to your beach front bungalow.”

  “Yeah, okay,” the redhead shrugged and then she leaned around Wrecker and said, “You Jaci?”

  Jaci grinned and said, “Yep.”

  “I’m Doc, get your ass in here so we can get this bird up,” Doc said and grabbed the large headset and put it over her ears. “Marbles, get that damn lid closed.”

  “Yep,” the blonde said and smiled and then turned. “Just gotta make sure the plugs are tight.”

  “Don’t touch it!” Wrecker yelled. “Who the fuck are you?”

  Carole patted him on the chest and said, “You know, maybe we shouldn’t ask questions, maybe we should just get in the copter and buckle in.”

  Jaci looked over her shoulder. “Loki and Shadow are coming in hot.”

  They all turned and saw Loki running and Shadow behind him. Wrecker swore and then grabbed Buddy out of Jaci’s arms, putting him in the back, then he helped Carole and Jaci in, and pulled his sidearm and yelled, “Hurry up.”

  The blonde kinda skipped and moved to the passenger door and winked. “Come on, sugar, get in.”

  Wrecker glared at her and then he looked back. Over the hill came four men running and firing wildly. He heard the engine start on the copter and he stepped forward and provided cover as Loki ran the last hundred yards. That was when it happened, what both men had been fearing. Shadow tripping on his damn Birkenstocks and then he went down.

  “Motherfucker,” Wrecker yelled, and the blonde glared at him.

  “Go get him,” she snapped, and Loki stopped and turned.

  “Dammit, Shadow, get your ass up,” he yelled.

  “Oh my fucking God,” the blonde said and pushed Wrecker toward the back. “Get in, I will get him.”

  Loki frowned and then fired a few rounds causing the people who were chasing him to drop. Both men watched as the blonde stomped to Shadow and bent over and pulled him to his feet and then kissed him. “Come on, Shadow, get in,” she said it so sweetly, that Wrecker growled and snapped.

  “What the fuck?”

  “Stop with your foul mouth,” the blonde said as she got Shadow into the back of the copter. She turned and glared at him. “Get your ass in, or we leave you.”

  Doc yelled loudly, and the blonde nodded and slid into the co-pilot's seat. Wrecker shook his head and jumped in the back as Marble waved a hand in the air and yelled.

  “ELVIS HAS LEFT THE BUILDING.”

  Wrecker looked at his sister and said, “Who the hell are these women?”

  Jaci grinned and then looked at Shadow who smiled. “They are called the Satan’s Sisters.”

  “Who?” he yelled, and the blonde looked over her shoulder and pointed to her tat on her shoulder.

  “Honey, in case you can't spell, it is right here. Now, sit back and enjoy the ride,” Marbles said.

  Epilogue

  “They safe?” Ridge asked Fling as he came into the room. Their president nodded and sighed.

  “Yep, they will be home in about sixteen hours.”

  “You tell Loki to stay out of here for now?” Ridge asked.

  “Yeah, but he is not going to listen,” Fling said.

  “Probably not.” Ridge laughed.

  Ironside walked into the room and dropped a huge file on Fling's desk, and he was grinning. “What?” Fling asked, and he opened the file.

  “Meet the Satan’s Sisters MC,” Ironside said, and Fling looked up.

  “Don’t really need a female club, especially one called Satan’s Sisters.”

  Ironside chuckled, and he shook his head. “May want to rethink that. Office of Strategic Services was formed in 1942 with the very broad mission of collecting and analyzing strategic information and conducting “special operations not assigned to other agencies.” Since few agencies had special operators in World War II, this gave the OSS a lot of room to run. Under Col. William “Wild Bill” Donovan, the tiny agency conducted raids, smuggled weapons, and spies, supported resistance groups in Axis territory, and collected intelligence. The OSS even employed the first “sea, air, and land” commando in US history, although they branched out to the SEALs and disbanded the OSS soon after. BUT, in the Gulf War, there were a group of women that were uniquely qualified, but they were women, and the military frowned on putting them on the frontline. So, they reactivated Strategic Services aka Satan’s Sisters as they became known as because they wanted to use their talents in other places. Fifteen women were recruited, they worked alongside Intelligence, making connections and friends along the way until it seemed they were here to stay. One of those friends is a Wesson Chambers aka Shadow, they saved his ass on more than one occasion, there were rumors he was fucking one of them, but no one could confirm. But something happened, not sure what, and they were out. Those are the only files I could find. Currently, ten of them run a business together. They are a Tourist Touring Company, they fly rich people all around for some big ass money.”

  “Why haven't we heard of them?” Ridge asked, and Fling read the top page.

  “Why would you? They are retired, all of them, and as far as I know, they were never replaced. Like I said, there is a story there, I just don’t know it. You could have Boony look into them,” Ironside said, and then he leaned on the desk. “But I gotta tell you, seeing some of the shit you guys are into, and knowing what they do. It would be real smart of you to make nice with them. Could come in handy.”

  Books by Harley McRide

  Ops Warriors MC

  Sharing Freedom

  Bringing Harmony

  Shady

  Hell Froze Over

  Tasered

  Property Of...

  Welcome to Hell

  Lady Riders

  Rain Falls

  Treats Aren’t Always Sweet

  Broken Wings

  Baby Bear

  Furies

  Inferno

  Shattered

  Scorched

  Backfire

  Costa Nostra

  Capo Ricco

  Underboss Raphael

  KO Ink

  Co-authored w/Carson Mackenzie

  Vengeance

  Pierced & Inked

  Brawn & Brazen

  Cuffed & Briefed

  Tatted and Tamed

  Dazzled and Dazed – Coming 2017

  Pampered and Pinned – Coming 2017

  Justice – Coming 2017

  The Titans of South Side

  Co-authored w/Carson Mackenzie

  Smoked and Smitten

  Breaking and Entering – Coming 2017

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  Excerpt from Capo Ricco

  Cosa Nostra Book One

  by Harley McRide

  Ricco had only seen pictures of her. She was beautiful that was true, her long black hair and her blue eyes were her best features. What he liked was she wasn’t model thin and pretentious, no, she was full-figured, and from what he heard she was a straight shooter, in every sense of the word. Since coming to Vegas a few years ag
o, she had gotten the nickname Black Widow, which didn’t bother him either. What did bother him though was she had grown her father’s business in Vegas. In the past they had been on opposite sides of the strip, now, after her father had built his large casino called Rome two blocks away, they were a little too close.

  He had been waiting for this showdown to happen. Because the land she wanted, he owned, or he would when Lucinda passed away. The family wouldn’t own it, he personally would, why? Because Lucinda’s husband had been his right-hand man, prior to his death more than a year ago. He had been killed protecting Ricco, which meant his wife and son were his to protect as well, the arrangement was made for protection. Nothing would happen to them, even if his kid was a dumbshit. Ricco was working on that as well, but Johnny was gonna need a serious lesson soon, the first one, just didn’t take.

  Ricco turned on the street and pulled his black sports car into the parking space right in front of the door. He saw there were two men standing outside the door, dressed in suits and wearing sunglasses. Wow, did they even realize they looked like dumbasses? Mr. Acciai told him a long time ago he didn’t give a shit what he wore when working, he thought wearing suits all the time was pretentious, and that was one thing the family was not. His boss didn’t give a shit what others said, nor did he give a shit what Ricco did, as long as the family was protected. He rolled out of his car and smoothly walked around the front of it. As he approached the front door he saw both men hesitate, they knew who he was, hell, everyone in Vegas knew who he was. He just wondered what their orders were.

  As he drew closer the men made a wise decision, they shuffled to either side of the door, and he shook his head and chuckled as he opened it. “Good choice,” he said smoothly and quietly. He could have sworn he saw one of the men jump, but of course, he could be just imagining that.

 

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