Biker's Librarian (Lord of Mayhem Book 1)

by Shyla Colt

  Fury didn’t even begin to cover how he felt about Peter Stant. The thought of him watching Juliette’s every move made him see red. He squeezed the handle bars of the bike to dissipate the energy built up inside him. The fuck liked picking on those weaker than him. Shooter needed to pay him a visit and see how he enjoyed being treated like someone’s bitch.

  The cool air in his face did nothing to take down his rocketed core temperature. He wanted to go to Peter’s house, kick down the door, drag him out, and beat the message to stay away into him. But he had to handle this with finesse. Peter had money and power. He needed to make sure he caught him alone away from cameras and witnesses. He’d told Moose what was up before he left and that he’d contacted Tiny. Specs was working on pulling up everything there was on file about him.

  Blackmail could be just as effective as violence. It all depended on the person’s motivation. Being in the M.C. felt like the military in a lot of ways. Chain of command, delegation of authority, fuck games, and looking out for your family above all. Shooter had taken to it like a duck to water.

  Relaxing only when they pulled into the compound, he helped Juliette off the back, truly seeing her for the first time. The black dress stopped just above the knee and hugged her curves in all the right places. His gaze trailed down to the bright red, three-inch heeled pumps.

  “I needed a pop of color.”

  Meeting her gaze, he smiled. “Forget hot for teacher— I’m hot for librarian.” Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her to him. “You okay?” he whispered against her lips.

  “Yes. He’ll find I don’t scare so easily.”

  Shooter frowned. “I don’t want you anywhere near him.”

  “Me either.”

  He scoffed.

  “If I don’t stand up to him this time, it’ll never stop. He’ll take over my life again, control where I go, steal my joy, and put me right back where he left me. A basket-case, one step away from rocking back and forth in a chair in the corner.”

  “I’m here now to do the heavy lifting.”

  “I know. But you can’t wrap me in bubble wrap and put me in the Pope mobile.”

  “The what?” He furrowed his brow, pissed she chose now to launch into an I-am-woman-hear-me-roar crusade.

  “You know, the bulletproof square contraption they drive the Pope in.”

  “I love it when you talk smart to me.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and they walked toward the club. Now wasn’t the time to get into this. He needed her squared away so he could start solving the problem.

  “I was serious about what I said,” she reminded him.

  “I know you were. We’ll work it out.”

  “If that’s your way of diverting my attention from the topic, it won’t work.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he assured her.

  “I want to learn to shoot a gun.”

  His back stiffened. “That’s a huge jump.”

  “We both know the police don’t do shit about stalking until it’s do or die, and you have a ridiculous amount of proof, and that’s just for normal people, which Peter and his family aren’t.”

  “You think they know what he’s up to?” The thought disgusted him.

  “No. But he’s Mommy and Daddy’s darling boy, and they’d do anything to keep him from behind bars and on the most wanted bachelors list.”

  They stepped inside the club, and he met Moose’s gaze over her head. Giving a quick nod, he walked her to his bedroom.

  “You cleaned up. I’m impressed.”

  A Sweetbutt had cleaned and done the laundry, not that he’d tell her that.

  He cleared his throat. “Figured I needed to up my game now. Tell me what I need to know about Stant. Then I’ll go hash things out with the club, and I’ll come get you.”

  “You can’t shut me out of my own problem, Shooter.” Crossing her arms beneath her chest, she rocked back on her heels.

  He held his hands up. “I’m not trying to do that. Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.” Her voice wavered. “Of course. I’m just worried. He was into some heavy shit. He owned a club with a few buddies. I wasn’t sure exactly what they had going on. It operated like an illegal sex club. You came in with a partner or if you paid the right price, one was provided for you.”

  “Jesus, human trafficking?” Shooter whispered.

  She nodded “I never knew the inside workings. I got out the minute he clicked. He kept his partners silent.”

  “An operation like that is going to be talked about. Shit. Where you at the club?”

  “T-the last day I walked out and never looked back. Before I always thought multiple partners were just some fetish he had. An extracurricular activity he practiced behind closed doors. Then he started talking about Room 801. I’ve heard of BDSM clubs, so I wasn’t shocked he frequented a local one. Then he brought me there and I realized just who he was and what he was capable of.

  “What did you see?”

  “I saw one of his exes. Her eyes were dull and haunted. I knew her from school. She was a sweet girl. There was no reason she’d end up that way it if weren’t for Peter. Imagining myself in her place terrified me more than the thought of what he’d to me if I left. I walked out, change my cell phone numbers, the locks on my house, told my friends and began counseling sessions.”

  “Shit, baby.” He wrapped his arms around her, thinking about how close she’d come to becoming one of the nameless, faceless woman who got trapped into trafficking situations.

  “You’re the only one who knows everything. I didn’t want to put the girls in danger, or let them know how bad it actually was.” She licked her lips. Fine tremors shook her hands as she held him tight.

  “He’s not going to fucking touch you, baby. Stay here, I’m going to talk to the boys. We do things differently around here. They’re holding the meeting for me right now. I have to go.”

  “Okay.” She sank to the bed looking small and lost. He wanted to rip Stant’s heart out and feed to him. How many times had he done this to an innocent woman?

  “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” He placed a gentle kiss on her lips and rushed to join the others. Clearing the door, he shut it behind him and moved to sit beside Moose.

  “Since Shooter called this emergency meeting, he has the floor,” Moose said.

  “Long story short, my Old Lady has a preppy, rich, pretty boy who doesn’t know how to take no for an answer. He left a fucked up note on her window telling her he’s been watching her, and now that she’s dating he’s going to take action.”

  “So we go over tonight, rearrange his face, and trash his ride.” Rocky popped his knuckles.

  “I wish it were that simple. He’s not your average douche bag. He’s got some shady shit going on. A sex club called 801where woman are on the menu.” Shooter sneered. Money made the world go round. It pissed him off to no end. “He has a lot of money and power backing him.”

  “He’s not exaggerating.” Specs lifted his head from the computer he’d set up. “According to the web he’s worth like ten million by himself. His father runs a prominent law firm and has his hands and money in quite a few judges and congressmen.”

  “Did you find any dirt?” Tiny asked.

  “Not yet.” Specs shook his head, fingers flying over the keyboard as he toggled through screens and ran more searches.

  “Keep looking. No way this psycho bastard has clean hands,” Shooter said. “Juliette says he likes to date women, break them down, and pimp them out.”

  “This sounds like more than a case of unrequited love.”

  The inquiry in Tiny’s eyes made Shooter’s stomach hurt. He didn’t want to air all her dirty laundry. “Did he do that to her?”

  “No. He’s a real sick fuck. I’m sure it was a matter of time. She was lucky to get way when
she did.”

  Understanding darkened Tiny’s eyes. “What do you want us to do?”

  “I want her tailed and protected. If he gets a hold of her again, I honestly think he’ll kill her. You don’t trail someone for over a year, and let them walk away.”

  “Can your girl shoot?” Hawk asked.

  “No,” Shooter said.

  “She’d better learn quick. Give her one of our .38 Specials and lessons to go with it. Whatever you need to do, we’ll back you.”

  “Thank you.” A .38 Special was a good starter weapon for a first-time female. It wouldn’t really kill, but it would slow an assailant enough to allow her to escape.

  “We take care of our own, Shooter, you know that.” Tiny turned to Specs. “I want you to keep digging, see what you can find to use against them. We’ll assign a few Prospects to trail her discreetly in cars. I get the feeling Librarian wouldn’t appreciate the gesture.”

  “You’d be right,” Shooter said in a droll voice. Laughter filled the space, chasing away the tension.

  “Did you have something in mind?” Tiny asked Shooter.

  “Trail him. Figure out his habits, and the best place to catch him alone, off the radar. I want him to see my face.” While I beat the fuck out of him.

  “We’ll do our recon and go from there. Unless someone has something else to say we’ll call it a night.” Tiny paused. “All right, we’ll meet back here in a few days.”

  Standing, Shooter’s chest swelled with pride. Logically he’d known they all had his back, but this was his first time being on the receiving end. One by one his brothers clapped him on the back in a silent show of support before they left to go their separate ways.

  Knocking on the door to avoid startling Juliette, he pushed it open. She lounged against the headrest, legs tucked under her, and an e-reader on her lap.

  “Well you’re still here, so that’s a good sign.”

  “You’re never going to let me live that one down, are you?” She smiled, but there was no joy behind it. After setting the e-reader aside on the nightstand she placed her hands in her lap. “I was attempting to lose myself in a book. For once it didn’t work. It was Peter who sent those flowers. I looked it up. Forget-Me-Nots, Bachelor Buttons for anticipation, and tonight Begonias, which mean beware. He’s building up to something.”

  “You shouldn’t be dealing with all this, and soon you won’t have to. Why would he come back now?”

  “I don’t know, that’s what I’ve been trying to figure out. What was decided?”

  “We’re going to do some investigation and then go from there. We didn’t get to be where we are by making rash choices.” Sitting beside her, he pulled her body to his. “Do you know anything that could help?”

  “I know I wasn’t the first girl he did this to. I used to wonder why a man five years my senior, going into his last phase of schooling, would be interested in me. It ended badly with a few other girls on campus, and he’d gotten a reputation. Unfortunately, I didn’t move in the right circles to hear about it in time.”

  “You think there was a paper trail?” Shooter asked, eager to avenge his Old Lady.

  “Maybe a deeply buried trail, or a payoff with a non-disclosure.”

  “Do you remember the girls’ names?”

  “Not offhand, but I could go home and search through some of my old school stuff and figure it out. I see people all the time from the school coming to the library.”

  “Do you work tomorrow?”

  “Yes, I have the early shift. I have to be there by eight to get everything set up to open at nine-thirty.”

  “I’ll accompany you home so you can get ready, and then I’ll make the necessary changes while you’re at work. New locks and a hi-tech alarm system. Regardless, I want you over at my place until this is finished.”

  “I am not leaving my home.”

  “Then I’ll be staying with you.”

  She opened her mouth.

  “No. this isn’t up for discussion. If he could keep his crazy under wraps for five years, there’s no telling what the fuck he’s capable of. This is what I do, trust me.”

  “How long do you plan on keeping this up?” With a heavy sigh her shoulders drooped.

  “That depends on him.”

  “I can’t believe this is happening.” The fear in her eyes gutted him.

  “I swear he’ll never touch you again. I’ll kill him first. You know that, don’t you?”

  “Shooter…”

  “I was special forces in the Marines, a sniper. I can make it clean, quick, and untraceable.”

  “Please don’t do that.” Her eyes grew glossy.

  “Why would you care?”

  “Because he’s not worth the darkness that would stain your soul.”

  “It’d be one of many blots there. Knowing you’re safe would be worth more than any mission I ever undertook for Uncle Sam.” The thought of anything happening to the woman who’d begun to heal his shattered heart one piece at a time made his chest ache. “I’m a bastard. Because right now all I can think of is being so deep inside you we can’t tell where you begin and I start.” Reaching around her, he removed the pins from her thick hair, smoothing the tangled tresses until they tumbled down her back. His dick thickened, and he palmed it with a moan. “You’re a fire in my blood consuming me a little more every day.”

  “The depth of my emotions frightens me. I see secrets in your eyes, Shooter. Ones you’ve made no attempt to share with me.” Placing a finger across his lips, she shook her head. “I wasn’t fishing.”

  He flicked out his tongue to caress her finger. “I owe you a story, and soon I’ll pay that debt.” Backing away from her, he reached under her dress then pulled her down to lie on her back. She opened her legs wide and rested her hands on his chest.

  “Make me forget what his hands felt like on me.”

  He hooked his fingers in her underwear, pulling them down as he slid down the bed onto his knees. She followed him to the edge, propping herself up with her arms. Her brown eyes were haunted, and he could see the strain around her eyes and her mouth.

  Keeping their gazes synched, he leaned in and traced her slit with his tongue. Salty sweet moisture coated his tongue, and he brought his fingers up to spread her lips so he could reach her creamy center. He delivered a few flicks to her clit, and her nectar began to flow.

  “You always taste so sweet. My own personal brand of candy.” Adding a finger, he circled her walls and sucked her swollen nub into his mouth. She jerked, whimpering as she rode him in time to the rhythm set. Tension melted away like butter, and her pussy gripped him tight. When her walls begun to quiver, he stopped. “Not yet. I want you to come around my cock.” Scrambling onto his feet he made quick work of his fly, shoving his pants around his ankles as he lined up and surged balls deep.

  “God yes!” Her back came off the bed, and her legs snaked around his hips. They came together in a frenzy as he drove into her like a man possessed. He held her steady as she gave as good as she got. Screams spilled from her parted lips, urging him to go faster, harder, and deeper without her saying the words.

  He never made her beg— it would remind her too much of a past he wanted to erase. Her pussy tightened, and her muscles grew tense. Tilting her hips, he stroked faster, driving so deep he hit her cervix. Her walls pulsed around him, and her hungry pussy pulled him under the waves of completion, sending him flying as he emptied himself in his personal heaven.

  Chapter Ten

  Juliette entered the code to her brand new alarm system, disarming and resetting. Specs had come in with Gadget, wired, programmed, and explained it to her laymen’s terms. It’d become second nature…and she hated it. Almost as much as she disliked the lesson with the .38 special. Teaching her how to shoot wouldn’t make pulling the trigger on a real live person any easier.


  What had been her sanctuary now felt like a prison. The beautiful woods behind the home had become a threat. Walks, runs, and reminiscing among the trees came to an abrupt halt. Yoga was done in her home. Any cardio took place in a gym. Tension was a piano wire stretched a bit tighter every day.

  Since the note there’d been no contact whatsoever. Peter seemed to have disappeared off the face of the planet. Whatever Shooter had planned, he kept it under wraps, which was probably for the best.

  Things worked well when his business stayed his. They had differing definitions on right and wrong. He walked in that gray area. In her mind, that didn’t detract from the fact he was a good man. She’d never been so well taken care of her in her life. Her mother’s man radar had been tripped, and she’d begun to pester her about meeting the man taking up so much of her daughter’s time.

  A smile tugged her lips upward as she imagined the stunned expression on her mother’s face when she met Shooter. She couldn’t get further away from Peter if she tried. Tossing her keys and purse on the table against the wall, she walked into her bedroom. Slowly but surely, Shooter had infiltrated the space. A pair of his boots set inside her open closet. A few T-shirts and a couple pairs of jeans, boxers, and socks, lived in their own drawer.

  The newest, unwelcome but necessary, addition peeked at her from its home beside her bed. A .38 Special rested in a case, loaded in safety mode, ready to be cocked and used in a moment’s notice.

  When it came to her safety, Shooter was a task driver, forcing her to practice cocking, aiming, and firing daily. Even with the minimal kick back, firing felt awkward. The day it didn’t, a part of her would die a bit. After stripping out of her pencil skirt and blouse, she tossed the items in her hamper, replacing them with a comfortable pair of shorts and a Lords tank top. Shooter was out on a run for the week, so she’d be on her own. The house felt almost empty without him.

  Leaving the hectic pace of her day job behind, she walked into the kitchen, washed her hands, and began to pull out the ingredients for pizza. The girls were headed over to keep her company and watch a few flicks, and it was her turn to provide food. After telling them about the reappearance of Peter they’d gone out of their way to lend extra support.