by Harley Wylde
“Why did you want to know how much we had?” Wire asked.
“Doesn’t matter. It’s not enough.”
“For what?” I asked.
“I thought maybe we could put a hit on Montoya,” Venom said. “The man needs to die, even if I don’t get to pull the trigger myself.”
“But you said there’s someone bigger than him. What if that person comes after me?” I asked.
“They won’t,” Venom said. “I can’t imagine Montoya’s boss gives a shit about one woman who got away. This seems personal for Montoya. You made a fool of him by running away, and now he wants payback.”
“We don’t have money for a hit, but… ” Wire’s eyes narrowed. “We need Torch in here. There’s another way to take care of Montoya, but the club will have to do something for it, something big.”
“Wait here, baby girl,” Venom said. He released my hand and left me alone with Wire. When he came back, the President was on his heels, his pants unfastened.
My cheeks flushed, and I averted my gaze.
“This better be fucking important,” Torch said. “What couldn’t wait?”
“I know how to take out Montoya for good,” Wire said. “But the person who can handle the job is going to want something in return.”
“What’s he want?” Torch asked.
“Protection for his daughter.”
“So have him bring her here. The boys can watch over her for a bit.”
Wire shook his head. “Permanent protection.”
“What the fuck does that even mean?”
“It means that my contact has offered to help us any time we want, no job too hard or too bloody, with one condition. He wants a property patch for his daughter.”
“That fucker expects one of my guys to claim his daughter as an old lady?” Torch asked with a laugh. “He’s got some fucking balls.”
“Isabella is seventeen and away at boarding school. He’s already made arrangements for her to stay until graduation,” Wire said.
“She’s just a kid,” Torch shouted. “What the fuck, Wire? You expect one of the guys to claim a fucking kid?”
“No,” Wire said. “I expect you to.”
Torch became so still I wasn’t certain he was breathing.
“Her father has arranged for her to visit family out of the country for a little while after she graduates, but when she returns to US soil, he wants her tied to you in every way possible. This isn’t an in-name-only type deal. Shall we say he’s familiar with your background and the work you’ve done for the MC over the years, and feels you’re the best man to protect his only child.”
“My background?” Torch asked, his gaze sharpening.
“He knows about your work prior to this way of life,” Wire said. “Either you claim his daughter as your old lady, or he won’t help us. Not now, and not ever. And we could really fucking use him.”
“What’s so special about this guy and his daughter?” I asked. She was only two years younger than me, and I was Venom’s old lady and carrying his baby. It didn’t seem so farfetched to me. They might call her a kid, but in some places she was already considered an adult.
“Ever hear of Casper VanHorne?” Wire asked, his gaze on Torch.
“Fucking hell,” the President muttered. “Jesus. If Casper Fucking VanHorne is willing to do our dirty work, how the hell can I say no? The man’s the goddamn Picasso of wet work. If anyone finds out he’s on our side, no one will dare give us shit.”
I’d seen enough movies to get an idea of what wet work meant, and apparently the man was a total badass. It sounded like agreeing to his terms would be good for the club. Still, Torch looked torn.
“His daughter’s been taken a few times. Casper leaves her well-guarded, but it isn’t always enough. Men can be bought for the right price. He knows no one is getting into this compound undetected, and if they did and Isabella was yours… ” Wire shrugged. “Right now she has one badass who cares what happens to her. But as your old lady, she’d have you and every Dixie Reaper watching over her.”
“Do you have a picture of Isabella?” I asked.
Wire grinned and pulled out his phone. He scrolled through some images and pulled up a picture of a girl so damn beautiful my eyes nearly hurt just looking at her. Torch stared at the image, perhaps a little too long. With his pants still open, he couldn’t hide the erection he was sporting.
“Tell him he has a deal,” Torch said. “Fucking hell. Like I ever wanted an old lady.”
“Something tells me you might not mind that one so much,” Venom said with a smile.
Torch shook his head and stormed out of the room, the door slamming behind him. Venom chuckled, and even Wire looked amused. Something told me there was more to the story than what I knew. But if Isabella’s dad was going to take care of my problem, then I was more than happy for her to join the MC. I’d welcome her with open arms.
“She’s a good kid,” Wire said. “Quiet. A little shy. But I think she’ll be a calming influence on Torch. Casper’s been after me for months to set the deal up, but I didn’t have a bargaining chip before now. Yeah, it would have been awesome to have him on our side, but something told me your girl being in trouble would be the push Torch needed.”
“So it’s over?” I asked.
Wire nodded. “It’s as good as done. I’ll place the call as soon as you leave, and Montoya will be out of the picture by tomorrow night.”
“Come on, baby girl. Time to head home,” Venom said.
Impulsively, I hugged Wire, which made Venom growl. My sexy biker pulled me closer, glared at his brother, then dragged me out of the clubhouse. I saw Torch in the corner of the room, throwing back shots. Poor man. He probably thought his life was over, having to claim Isabella, but I had a feeling that things were just beginning for him.
When we stepped out onto the porch, Venom pushed me against the side of the building and kissed me long and deep. I clutched at his cut as his mouth ravaged mine. Heat began curling through my body, and my pussy ached to be filled. Coming to the Dixie Reapers had been the best decision I’d ever made. I’d come to find my dad, and safety from the outside world, but had gotten everything I’d ever wanted.
“I love you, Venom,” I whispered against his lips.
“Love you too, baby girl. And I’m going to show you how much all night long.”
I smiled up at him and let him lead me over to his bike. If Venom promised to keep me up all night, I knew he meant it. The man was insatiable, and I fucking loved it. I hoped the passion we felt for one another would never die.
My hand splayed over my still flat belly. Even though it was way too soon to tell, I had a feeling we were having a daughter. I didn’t know what she’d look like, but I knew I would love her with all my heart. It was my fondest wish that our child would one day find the love I’d found with Venom. Nothing beat being owned by a sexy as fuck biker with a possessive gleam in his eyes.
And if we had a boy… well, if he was anything like his daddy, there would be broken hearts all over.
Epilogue
Ridley
It had been two weeks since the news of Montoya’s death had been splattered all over the papers and on the TV. I breathed a sigh of relief when I’d watched as the reporter talked about the child pornography found at his home, along with women who had been held captive and forced into prostitution. My nightmare was finally over. Well, the life-threatening one anyway.
Nausea had me clamping my hand over my mouth in an effort not to puke. Whoever called this shit morning sickness was an evil bastard, because as far as I could tell it was all-day sickness. The clubhouse was packed, and I refused to bolt to the bathroom unless it became dire. Casper VanHorne had arrived a short while ago with his stunningly beautiful daughter in tow.
When they’d arrived, Isabella had kept her gaze trained on the floor and meekly followed her father. I saw the contempt on some of the bikers’ faces. They thought she was weak and pathetic, even if she w
as gorgeous. I heard whispers that she would ruin Torch. I didn’t think they were right, though. Her back was straight, her shoulders back. There was pride in her stance, despite her lowered head. I didn’t think she was weak at all, but Wire was right. The girl was shy.
While Casper spoke to Torch, I decided as the VP’s old lady, it was my job to make Isabella feel welcome. Venom was somewhere nearby, probably watching me like a hawk. I strode across the room and stopped beside Isabella.
“I’m Ridley,” I said, holding out my hand.
She looked up, surprise flashing in her eyes. “Isabella,” she said, shaking my hand briefly.
“You’re going to be Torch’s old lady?” I asked.
She nodded, casting a quick glance at the biker in question. Her cheeks flushed.
Interesting.
I’d never given Torch much thought, but he was a nice-looking man. He was older, in his late-forties maybe, possibly a little older, but his black hair was still dark as pitch, and his gray eyes were attractive. When Isabella looked back at me, I saw what I’d been looking for. She might be young, and this might not have been a situation of her choosing, but she wanted Torch. There was a fire in her eyes that would serve her well when she finally joined us.
“I’m Venom’s old lady,” I told her. “The VP. I know you aren’t staying right now, but when you come back, you’ll have a friend here already.”
A slight smile curled the corners of her lips. “I’d like that.”
I leaned in a little closer. “Give him hell,” I whispered.
Her smile broadened, and her face lit up. Yeah, this girl was going to go after what she wanted, and now that she’d seen Torch, the poor man was screwed. He had no idea how much his life had just changed.
Casper pulled Isabella forward to introduce her to Torch.
The second the President’s eyes settled on her, I knew he was as done for as Venom. My sexy biker stepped up behind me, curling an arm around my waist.
“Are you causing trouble?” he whispered in my ear.
“Maybe just a little. But it’s going to be so much fun to watch the sparks fly between those two.”
He chuckled and rubbed his beard against my neck. “I think you might be right. Come on, baby girl. I don’t think we’re needed for now.”
I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face. I didn’t know how long it would be until Isabella returned to us, but I was looking forward to it. The big, bad president of one of the fiercest MCs in the country was about to be taken down by a girl half his size. But once the dust settled, I didn’t think he’d mind it too much.
“Take me home, Venom.”
“Oh, I plan on it. I hope you slept well.”
“And why is that?”
He growled and swung me up into his arms. “Because I’m going to spend the rest of the day and night driving my cock into your sweet pussy until you scream my name. And when you’re too sore to take me again, I’m going to flip you over and fuck your tight little ass again and again.”
“You know I love it when you talk dirty to me.”
“Oh, baby girl, you have no idea just how dirty I can be.”
Harley Wylde
Short. Erotic. Sweet.
Harley’s other half would probably say those words describe her, but they also describe her books. When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place.
When Harley isn’t writing, she’s thinking up naughty things to do to her husband, drinking copious amounts of Starbucks, and reading. She loves to read and devours a book a day, sometimes more.
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