RAW: THE ULTIMATE MC COLLECTION

by Palomino, Honey

  His eyes clouded over with anger as we came to the mutual suspicion around four in the morning that Pete had to be the guy. It was apparent that the DA and Pete were working together to exact the DA's long held grudge against Crow, and the fact that he had stooped to the level of planting evidence didn't surprise either one of us. But what was Pete's connection to the DA?

  By dawn, a plan had formed in my head and it seemed the only way to go. It was simple. I would simply confront Pete, and wear a wire. I would get him to confess to everything and we would use the evidence against him to bring the DA and their shady dealings to light.

  “There's just one thing I don't understand, Crow. Why would Pete break into my apartment and leave my badge exposed for you to see? Why did they want you to know?”

  “Isn't that obvious to you, Liv?” It was the first time he has used my real name, and the gentleness with which he said it now brought that familiar feeling back ten-fold.

  “No, it's not.”

  “He wanted me to kill you.” His eyes darkened with his words.

  “Oh,” I said. “Of course.”

  I thought about that for a few minutes, everything becoming clear now.

  “They just wanted me to distract you. That's why he sent me there, not to find anything. They knew you weren't doing anything illegal. They needed you focused on something else so that Pete could get in and plant the evidence.”

  “Well, I guess it worked.” His looked over my body, hunger and lust filling his eyes as we once again seemed to be on the same team.

  “Why didn't you kill me, Crow?” I asked, staring directly into the depths of his eyes.

  “Didn't I already answer that question?” He asked, his voice gruff and low.

  I smiled softly at him and reached over and brushed my lips against his cheek.

  “I have a plan.” I stood up, and walked over to the kitchen to make coffee for us. We had been up all night talking and I felt closer to him than ever. Sleep was the last thing on my mind.

  “Let's hear it.” Crow watched my every move, his eyes trailing me as I walked around the open kitchen.

  “I'll confront him. He doesn't know you're here. They don't know I've told you everything. I will just simply confront him, wear a wire, and get him to tell me everything and record it.”

  “No. I am not putting you in danger like that, Liv.”

  “He's not a smart guy, Crow. If I can get him to talk, it will solve all of our problems, the DA will be exposed, and you can finally go on with your life.”

  “No, Liv. No way.”

  “Why not?”

  “Just no.” He looked away, hurt and anger clouding his eyes.

  “Crow.” I walked over and stood in front of him. “It's okay. I can do this. I'll be fine.”

  “No, dammit!” He stood up, pushing me aside in anger as he headed for the front door.

  “Wait!” I jumped in front of him, blocking him from opening the door and leaving. “Don't go. Let's talk this out. It might be a little dangerous, but I doubt he would do anything to hurt me himself.”

  “You don't understand, Liv.”

  “I don't? What is it that I don't understand?”

  His sigh of exasperation ended with his head nodding back and forth, his hair flowing around his head handsomely. When his eyes finally met mine, the heat between us was electric. My breasts heaved, shallowly taking in the air around me as I waited for his next move. Peering deep into my eyes, when he spoke, his voice was gruff, deliberate and clearly full of pain.

  “I fucked up. I was angry. I let those guys put their hands on you, and throw you on the pool table in the club. I let them rip your clothes off. Not only did I let them, I told them to do it. I'm a complete prick, and I know that, okay?”

  “No, Crow -”

  “Why didn't I kill you? I'll tell you why I didn't kill you. Because I can't fucking stop thinking about you, and I haven't been able to get you out of my head since the first time I saw you walk up to our table like a tough woman who doesn't take any shit. Since we drove to Dog Mountain, and I first kissed you - I can't stop thinking about your fucking lips!” His voice was raising, his words echoing through my entryway.

  “Every morning when I wake up, I'm assaulted by images of you running through my head. No matter how much I drink at night, I can't get you out of my head. You're in my goddamned dreams, Liv! I can't even take a long ride on my bike without you haunting me - I see you riding next to me and then I remember that it's just a ghost, that I fucked everything up by hurting you and I will never have you riding next to me again!” He was yelling now, and I placed my hand on my chest, searching my brains for the right words to calm him.

  “Crow -”

  “No! There's no excuse for my behavior, I get that. But the reason we can't go through with this plan is that I couldn't live with myself if you got hurt. Not after what I've already done to you. I can't let you get hurt, Liv. You asked why I didn't kill you and the reason I didn't fucking kill you is because I'm fucking in love with you!”

  His mouth smashed into mine, and the chemistry that had been building between us the entire night exploded in a massive fire of passion and painful yearning. He pulled me into him roughly, his desire pressing against my thigh, undulating against me as he kissed me deeply.

  Giving up on any sufficient words that might come to mind, I used my hands to speak. Gripping his tight, denim-clad ass, I pulled him into me, moaning into his ear. Reaching up, I pushed his leather from his shoulders and began pulling off his t-shirt.

  Smooth and hot, his skin slid under my fingers like silk, and I caressed his dancing muscles over and over, kissing him with complete abandon with all of the built up hunger that had tortured me for weeks. His full lips were devouring me, his hot tongue deep inside my mouth, searching for something we couldn't communicate with words.

  He broke away reluctantly, ripping my clothes from my body in mere seconds, until I was pushed up against the doorway once again, and before I could even attempt to catch my breath, he was naked himself, his hard sex buried inside me, the needs of his body dominating anything else in our world. His hungry mouth found mine once again and as we kissed passionately, I opened myself to him, my legs wrapping around his hips and allowing his short, quick, violent thrusts as he fucked into me relentlessly, harder and harder until his cock swelled inside of my soaked pussy, his seed spilling into me in an explosion of pleasure and pain that washed over us blissfully. Our moans and cries mingled together inside our kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth slowly as we quietly came back to Earth.

  I pulled away from him, once again peering into his blue depths. He was back. The sensitive, sweet man that I had first met, the man that had opened up to me on the mountain, the strong, silent, gentleman that hid behind his rough exterior and image - he was back. And he was mine.

  “I love you, too, Crow.”

  Hunger and lust darkened in his eyes as he swept me up in his arms and carried me into the bedroom. As his slick cock slid into me again, the first rays of sunlight burst through my window.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Two days later, I sat inside my apartment going over the plan in my head. Crow had finally given in the next morning. I smiled to myself when I recalled the blissful day we had spent together, our limbs tangled together making love and then wrapping ourselves around each other to sleep for a few hours before we woke and began formulating our plan. In the end, he had agreed to try it my way, but only after determining strict rules and methods of communicating to him if I was in trouble.

  I didn't tell Tommy about it, because I knew he wouldn't allow it. It was a huge risk I was taking, more so than I was letting on to Crow, but I needed to do this for him. And he was worth it to me. His new protectiveness towards me was comforting, and I didn't mind it one bit.

  It wasn't the same as in the movies, therefore no wires were involved, but I had obtained all the equipment I needed so that I could record my conversation with Pete. Crow was g
oing to send him on an errand to deliver some papers to someone at an office downtown, and I was going to follow him and confront him at the bar afterward.

  It was all going down tomorrow, and I spent the evening making sure all the equipment worked perfectly and taking it easy at home. Crow was planning on stopping by later that night after he was done with some club business. He had said he had to go out of town briefly, and although he didn't know what time he would get back exactly, he would definitely show up at some point tonight.

  I was so pleased with the way things had worked out between us, and I desperately wanted this thing with Pete to go down as planned. If I could help get the club out of this mess - this misguided mission of revenge - I could redeem myself in Crow's eyes. The possibility of having him in my life on a regular basis thrilled me to my very core. And if having him with me meant not being a cop, I was just fine with that. I would turn my back on my newly begun career in a second if I had to.

  I was hoping that wouldn't happen, but I was a realist and I knew it could go down a number of ways, and that was definitely one of them. My wine bottle slowly emptied as I contemplated all the possibilities of my future and stared out of my living room window, watching the sunset in the distance. Pink and purple hued light spilled into my apartment as the day ended peacefully.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  The roar of Crow's bike outside woke me up. The apartment was dark and I had fallen asleep on the couch. After turning on the kitchen light, I bounced over to the front door excitedly, grateful to have another night with him before the uncertainty of tomorrow. Opening the door, I smiled wide as I heard him knock.

  “I thought you'd never get here -”

  The volt of electricity shot through my body like lightening. My body fell to the floor in a spasming seizure of pain and shock. Pete's boot hit me square in the stomach as I lay there, gasping for air.

  My front door slammed and I heard the deadbolt slide into place. My first thought was of my gun, which was safely tucked away, yet loaded and ready to go, in my night table next to my bed. Mustering every bit of strength, I pulled my legs up under me, trying desperately to gain traction to crawl into my bedroom.

  Pete's fingers dug into my hair, ripping strands from my head as he violently pulled me back from the hallway and into the living room. He picked me up and threw me on the couch. The ripping sounds of duct tape filled the room as he began taping my ankles together. Despite the massive weakness that had torn through my muscles, I vainly attempted to kick him. His laughter filled the room as he easily caught my legs in one hand and successfully taped them together.

  “Stop fighting, bitch. It's no use.” His rancid breath burned my eyes as he caught my flailing hands in his and taped them together. I tried to bring my knees up to hit him in the groin, but with my ankles taped so tightly I couldn't reach him.

  “Stop it! Let me go, Pete! What the fuck do you think you're doing?” My speech was slurred and I could hardly move, the pain of the voltage that had run through my body still lingering.

  “I know exactly what I'm doing, you cunt. Just shut the fuck up.” He taped my screaming mouth and I winced as the tape pulled at the sensitive skin of my lips.

  After looking me over and determining that I was restrained to his satisfaction, Pete left me there and began slowly walking around my apartment. He looked at the picture over my mantle of my parents on their bikes, a small little girl sitting behind her Daddy in pig tails and a miniature leather Blackhearts MC vest of her very own, smiling happy and proud. He picked up the picture next to it, one of me, Tommy and Mabel taken on my 16th birthday when Tommy had given me a bike of my own. Two of the happiest moments of my life, and this scum bag was intruding upon them. I glared at him, fighting against my restraints with every ounce of strength I had left, which wasn't much.

  I had never been tazed before, but the jolts were still stinging me, and my muscles were cramping from being tied up. The pain was excruciating, and while I was doing my best to ignore it, fighting back was becoming less and less of a possible way of getting out of this.

  I would have to talk him out of it somehow.

  He turned to me, his eyes rimming with evil.

  “Olivia LaVelle. Darling of the Blackhearts. And look at you now...” his voice trailed off as he approached me, reaching out and fingering one of my long, black curls. “You're all grown up now, aren't you?”

  My stomach churned as he reached down and pinched one of my nipples through my shirt. Once a creep, always a creep. This guy hadn't changed one bit, and I couldn't wait to get my hands on my gun so I could rip a bullet right through his prick. Anger welled up in me, replacing any fleeting fears I might have had. I thought of Crow showing up at any moment, and I knew he would help get me out of this.

  “I know you don't like me. That's okay.” He leaned in close again, his eyes staring into mine as he spoke. “I never liked you either. Or your fucking father, for that matter. The only thing I wanted was to be a prospect for the Blackhearts, and he was the only one that wouldn't let me in. It wasn't because of my age. He wasn't having it. No matter what I did to try to please him, to show him I could be loyal. Every time I asked, he would tell me that he could see right through me. Said he saw the evil in me, that he didn't trust me one bit. For no fucking reason at all. He just had a 'feeling'. Well, fuck his feelings! He's dead now, isn't he?”

  I narrowed my eyes as he spoke of my father, my rage settling deeper with his every word.

  “And I'm still alive,” he continued, his eyes intense with rage. “Only now, I'm part of an even bigger gang, aren't I, sweet Liv? We both are. We're a part of the police force. The biggest, baddest gang in any city. Corrupt, powerful, insanely armed, and completely protected by the almighty law! We can do anything we want to do, no matter how vile.”

  His voice was rising in excitement and anger, tiny droplets of spit forming at the sides of his mouth as he continued his tirade.

  “The most perfect gang of them all, don't you think?”

  He allowed me a brief reprieve from his disgusting closeness as he straightened and began walking around the room again, only to return and nudge in ever closer.

  “No, of course you don't think that. You must be so conflicted, Liv. Poor, poor Liv. Trying so hard to please your precious Tommy, not knowing for a second that you were just set up. You went into that MC assignment with such good intentions. You are so naive. You do know that now, right? The DA sent you right into Crow's bed. You were just a decoy, a distraction. A piece of pussy to make Crow look the other way so that the DA could bring him down. And you didn't hesitate, did you? Oh, no you didn't. Once a whore, always a whore. You jumped on Crow's cock like it was a ride at Disneyland, you little cunt. I knew what you were, even back when we were kids together. You knew it, too. Once that MC blood is pumping through your system, there's no going back to the monotony of a life outside of the club. We both know what you are. A whore. I know you wanted to fuck me that night after your parents died. You pretended you didn't, and I have to say - that was real brave of you to knee me in the dick, I'll give you that.”

  Sweat trickled down my back, as I drank in his words. I eyed the empty wine bottle on the table, hoping for a moment that he might turn his back so I could grab it and smash it right into his lying mouth.

  “You were going through a lot, I know. You had just lost both of your precious parents. And I'm real sorry about that, Liv. I didn't know your Mom was going to be on the back of that bike. I only meant for your Dad to die, but it was better that they went together, don't you think? Your Mom was drunken, drug-addicted whore, just like you.”

  I fought against his restraints, angry tears running down my face. What the fuck was he talking about? My parents died in a crash with a drunk truck driver, how could he have caused that?

  Responding to the glare on my face and the tears that pissed me off to no end, he laughed at my confusion once again.

  “I know, I know. The MC told you some lame
fairy tale ending story. You were just a kid, what were they going to do? Tell you your parents were murdered? Nobody really knew the truth anyway. I cut the brake line on your Dad's bike. The fire did away with all the evidence. No suspicions, no evidence, no arrest.”

  He came closer, his hands grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling it down roughly, causing me to look into his murderous eyes. I was dumbfounded. Was all of this true? It certainly could be. There was never an inquiry into my parents death at all. It was written off as a horrible accident, and that was it. I had never imagined any different. My heart sank with the idea that this evil asshole had anything to do with it.

  “And now, here you are again. Haunting me. I thought I was finished with you, but when the DA told me who I would be going in with, I knew there would be trouble. I knew you would recognize me. I didn't know you'd throw yourself on the fucking president of the club like a hussy, but I should have figured that. But you didn't know, did you? You didn't know I was a cop, and I loved that. I loved fucking with your stupid little head. And the DA was right – you were the perfect distraction for Crow. And you worked so fast, it was perfect.”

  “Once I planted the coke, I knew I had to get rid of you after you saw me. I figured the best way would be to get Crow to kill you himself. Keep my hands clean. I wasn't counting on the hardened criminal to fall for you and not kill you. What an idiot. You got lucky, I guess. Well, sort of. You didn't die, but you didn't get your man, either, did you? Crow hates you now. Your name is the one thing that is banned from being uttered at the clubhouse, and he still hasn't figured out there's another cop in there.”

  “The DA's idea to send you in was pure genius, don't you think?”