Wanted: An Outlaw Anthology

by Lane Hart

  “Why wouldn’t he?”

  “Well, I’m gonna have to tell Chance, Dez, and everyone else my real name, and what my story is.” The thought of their reactions makes me feel a little sick. “Maybe they won’t trust me once they know I’ve been lying to them. They’re going to find out I’ve been a stranger all along.”

  “A name’s only a name. They know you, babe. They’ll adjust. Besides, did you say Hannah knew your story?”

  “Only the bare bones. Besides, I didn’t know the real reason Flash was stalking me when I told her.”

  “Have faith in them. They’re not gonna think any different of you.”

  I sigh and snuggle against his chest. “Maybe you’re right.”

  “It’s gonna be weird hearing people call you Stacia,” he muses. “Think I’m gonna keep callin’ you Six, though.”

  “What? Why?”

  “Because,” he continues, his voice low and tinged with amusement. “It reminds me of something.”

  I snort and roll my eyes, even though he can’t see me. “Just so you know, you’ve given me a lot more than six orgasms by now.”

  “Believe me, I’m aware.” Bullet shifts so he can see my face. “But there’s one time in particular that stands out. Number six. Not for the reason you think.”

  I frown. “Why then?” I ask, cocking my head.

  “Because that night, I realized I wasn’t ready to let you go.” He leans down and brushes his lips with mine. “That was the night I realized I was fallin’ head over heels in love with you.”

  For a few seconds I’m speechless with astonishment.

  “What did you say?” I finally manage to whisper.

  “You’ve always been mine, Stacia. Since the day I first saw you at Rebel Ink. You were sexy, and sassy, and closed off as hell.” Bullet brushes my hair aside and kisses the rose tattoo on my neck. I suppress a moan at the contact of his lips on my skin. “You’re thorny, tough, and beautiful. Just like this rose. You were made for me. And I’m pretty sure you know it, too.”

  My throat starts to ache as a sob bubbles up, but it comes out as a happy laugh instead. “You do, do you?” I tease, tears spilling out of my eyes before I can stop them. Bullet reaches up with a thumb and brushes them off my cheek.

  “Don’t fight it, babe. You’re done fighting this. It’s stronger than either one of us.”

  As his lips cover mine, I tell him my response in the best way I know how. I kiss him back. Desperately, fervently, madly. Because he’s right.

  I’m done running. I’m done fighting.

  I’m staying in Tanner Springs, with Bullet. And as our tongues dance, I’m sure he can hear the word ringing in my head, pumping through my heart, through every vein and every cell in my body.

  Yes.

  Epilogue

  Bullet

  In the end, Six decided she couldn’t keep the jewels.

  An associate of our club checked them out, and confirmed that none of them were registered. Tweak couldn’t find any records of thefts from the past five to ten years that matched the description of them, either. There was no way to find out who they came from, and therefore no way to give them back.

  But even though Six was in the clear, she still didn’t want the money she could make from them.

  “Turning them in to the police doesn’t make any sense, darlin’,” I tell her when we talk it over. “They’ll just sit on a shelf somewhere. Or more likely, some crooked cop will take them for himself and sell them.”

  “I know,” she admits. “But I don’t feel right profiting from them, either. I’d always know whatever money we got was tainted.”

  So, the envelope with the diamonds, emeralds, and topaz sat in the bottom of my gun safe for a couple of months, while Six tried to decide what to do with them.

  Eventually, a solution came to her on its own.

  One night, as the two of us were lying on the couch after a marathon session of sex, Six’s cell phone rang. It was her mom. She was crying, and desperate, and she told Six that was out of money, sick, and needed help to get sober once and for all. She begged Six to come see her, and to help her find a program that could get her off the booze.

  Six and her mom talked for over an hour, while I just sat and held her. At first, Six’s voice was flat, guarded. But after a while, I heard it start to soften. Every so often, a tear would slip down one of her cheeks.

  By the time, Six hung up, she was full-on crying. She turned to me, her eyes shiny and bright, and gave me a tremulous smile full of hope.

  “I know what the jewels are for now,” she whispered.

  Six used the money our contact got for selling the jewels to check her mom into a three-month long in-patient rehab program. When she got out, she moved to Tanner Springs to be away from her triggers and close to her only daughter.

  She’s been out of rehab for about six weeks now. So far, it seems to be taking.

  Six started working full time as a tattoo artist at Rebel Ink around the same time her mom went into rehab. She’s quickly become one of the most popular and asked-for artists in the shop. I’m fucking proud of her. But even more important, it’s a sign that she’s gonna stick around for a while. Which makes me happy as hell.

  And there’s one more sign of that. One she just showed me tonight.

  “Oh, man,” Six moans as she sinks down onto the couch. “My feet are killing me, as is my neck.” She rocks her head from side to side and does a few circles with her shoulders. “I can’t believe how hard on your body doing ink is.”

  “Well, you better get over it and start making my dinner, woman,” I joke.

  Six just snorts and shoots me a look. “Good damn thing you aren’t serious right now.”

  “Not at all. Wanna order pizza or something?”

  “How about Chinese? I’d kill for some moo shu pork. “

  “Done.”

  It’s an easy call to our favorite Chinese takeout place, so I do that. Just after I hang up, Six pulls herself up off the couch. “I’m going to go take a quick shower before the food gets here.”

  “You want company?”

  Six starts to nod, but then frowns. “Someone should probably wait for the delivery guy,” she says, looking regretful.

  I shrug. “That doesn’t stop me from coming in and watching.”

  But strangely, Six bites her lip. “Um, how about I take a rain check? By the way, I have a surprise for you a little later.”

  “A surprise, eh?” She nods, and the coy look in her eyes makes me instantly hard. “I hope it’s what I think it is.”

  “You’ll just have to find out.”

  Six goes into the bathroom and shuts the door. “Don’t come in!” she says in a muffled yell as I hear the shower start. It’s weird, and I’d almost be worried if I didn’t know Six so well by now. Instead I just go grab a beer and wait for the food to get here.

  A few minutes later, the door opens and she comes out in a pair of yoga pants and one of my shirts. Her hair is up in a loose mess on top of her head, a few tendrils falling around her face. The sight of her sends a lightning bolt straight to my dick.

  We eat sitting on the couch. I pull up a stupid TV series we’ve been watching, but we never actually press play because we’re too busy talking and getting caught up with each other’s days. I tell her some fucked up story about Gunner and Thorn convincing Tweak some random-ass bruise he’s got on his arm means he’s probably got testicular cancer, and Six snorts with laughter until she’s afraid food’s going to come out her nose. She tells me about a couple of lovebirds barely out of high school who came in together to get matching tattoos with each other’s initials and a heart. Chance tried to talk them out of it, but they wouldn’t take no for an answer. In the end, the boy of the couple got so freaked out by the sight of the tattoo gun that he passed out cold. So their skin remains unmarred for the time being.

  “Good thing,” I grin. “That’s gotta be near the top of the list of most regretted tattoos.
You’d think kids that young would know better.”

  “Yeah,” Six agrees. “But still, you never can tell. Maybe these two will be together forever. High school sweethearts last sometimes.”

  “True.” I chuckle. “But judging from your story, one thing they’ll never have is matching ink.”

  “So…” Six says slowly. “Speaking of that. I think maybe it’s time to show you my surprise.”

  And then, I finally find out why she didn’t want me in the shower with her earlier.

  Six reaches down and lifts up one corner of the oversized T-shirt she’s wearing. I see a flash of white on her right side, just below her ribs, and realize it’s a bandage.

  “Pull it off,” Six says, “but try to be gentle with the tape.”

  I do as she says, noticing that she’s holding her breath as I peel away the adhesive from her skin.

  Underneath, a new tattoo appears.

  It’s a bullet, piercing through the hole of a number six.

  Apart from the fact that it sort of matches mine, the meaning of it is instantly clear: I’ve pierced through her defenses. I’ve gotten through to what’s underneath.

  “Chance did it,” Six murmurs, a slight tremble in her voice. “Since I’m not quite badass enough to do my own tats. You like it?”

  For a moment, I can’t talk.

  “So, looks like you’re feeling pretty confident this thing between us is gonna last,” I say gruffly.

  “Yeah,” she says lightly, her eyes shining as they meet mine. “I’m feeling pretty good about it.”

  “Good damn thing.” I replace the bandage and slide my finger along the tape to reseal it. “‘Cause I’ve got a little surprise of my own.”

  I get up off the couch and go into the bedroom, where I’ve hidden the cut that says I’ve claimed her in a bag on a high shelf. When I bring it out, she exclaims in happiness and quickly stands so I can put it on her. She wears it proudly for the rest of the night — until it comes off along with the T-shirt and yoga pants when I take her to bed.

  “Bullet,” she moans as I enter her from behind. She’s on her knees in front of me, and I have a perfect view of the curve of her gorgeous fucking ass. Her long blond hair is thrown over one shoulder, and her shapely neck arches back as she meets my thrust. Six is wet and hot, her pussy clenching my cock as I bury myself deep. Reaching around with one hand, I slide my palm around her breast, my thumb grazing her hardened nipple. She moans again, her hips bucking slightly.

  “That’s right, baby,” I murmur as my cock pulses inside her. “Fuck yes, that’s good.”

  My hand leaves her breast and travels south, finding the slick heat of her clit. Her juices coat my fingers as I slide one lightly over the taut skin. Six gasps and bucks again, the gasp ending in a soft cry. I feel her contract around me. I pull out and thrust, savoring it as long as I can. The hand that’s grasping her hip pulls her backwards into me as I go deeper, harder. She’s with me, wanting it as she arches her back and opens more for me. Growling, knowing I can’t take much more, I slide my finger along her pulsing nub again, and that’s all it takes. Six cries out, and as she does I speed up my rhythm, loving the way her pussy contracts, pulling me in, milking me, and then two seconds later I roar her name and lose myself inside her, coming so hard I see stars.

  “Bullet,” she gasps as we continue to rock together, riding the wave that we’ve created. “I love you. I love this. I’m so lucky.”

  But I know I’m the lucky one.

  Six is the most amazing woman I’ve ever known. Loving her gives me the determination of a hundred men. I would kill for her. I would die for her, in a heartbeat. With her, I’ve never been stronger. And I know that will only grow with time. Six and I, we’ll be together forever. She’s always been mine.

  And she always will be.

  About Daphne Loveling

  Daphne Loveling writes about alpha males and the feisty females who conquer their hearts. She’s written eighteen books so far, with plans for many more!

  Daphne lives in Minnesota with Mr. Loveling and the two cats who enslave them.

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  Acknowledgments

  I want to acknowledge our charity first. St. Jude’s is a heartwarming cause. I haven’t personally had a child in my family suffer the way these children are, but these people have a heart of gold. Who else could daily go in and see the grief of parents and the pain of children? Not me, I’d be huddled in a corner drowning in tears. Thank you for taking care of these beautiful souls.

  To my support team, Liberty’s Luscious Ladies, for always supporting, and encouraging my quirkiness.

  My PAs, thank you for always working as hard as you do. I wouldn’t be able to work as hard as I do if you weren’t taking care of all the behind the scenes things for me.

  My editor, Darlene Tallman. You make my books flawless and always give me your honest opinion. I never have to wonder if you’ve paid attention to my words and errors. Love you lady.

  To my family and friends…there are no words to express my gratitude and loyalty. Thank you for always having my back.

  To the ladies of this anthology, thank you for including me. Your belief in me is astounding. I am honored to be able to work with you on this project.

  This book is dedicated to my husband. He’s always making sure I’ve got what I need to keep working. Coffee - check, food - check…etc. He also plays PA for me at all of my book signings. He organizes my things, packs them, carries them, helps me set my table up and then tears it apart and puts everything back in its place.

  He’s my best-friend and the love of my life.

  Thank you for believing in me and my dreams. I love you to the moon and back.

  Signed,

  Your loving wife.

  Liberty ~xoxo

  Character Bible

  MC Members

  Jasper - President

  Knuckles - VP

  Reaper - Enforcer

  Blaze - Sergeant At Arms

  Bowie - Treasurer

  Malice - Secretary

  Prowler - IT

  Machete - Patch

  Kong - Patch

  Dawg - Patch

  Cobra - Patch

  Old Ladies

  Miracle - Jasper

  Libby - Knuckles

  Morgan - Reaper

  Shey - Blaze

  Bella - Bowie

  Sissy - Malice

  Jessa - Prowler

  Layla - Machete

  Sunny - Kong

  Carson - Dawg

  Chastity - Cobra

  MC Princes and Princesses

  Miracle & Jasper’s kids

  Milly & Kobe

  Libby & Knuckles’ kids

  Sasha & Shelby

/>   Morgan & Reaper’s kids

  Jackson, Mason & Britney

  Shey & Blaze’s kid

  Amberly

  Bella & Bowie’s kids

  Garrett, Grayson & Gaston

  Sissy & Malice’s kids

  Alec, Mallory & Damon

  Jessa & Prowler’s kid

  Macon

  Layla & Machete’s kid

  Zac

  Sunny & Kong’s kids

  Branson & Dallas

  Carson & Dawg’s kids

  Josie, Hope & Jameson

  Chastity & Cobra’s kids

  Denton, Hudson & Colby

  Introduction

  Jasper

  When I got out of the military I was at a crossroads in my life. But like any good soldier who longed for brotherhood, I started an MC with one of my closest friends, who’d also been one of my brothers in the special forces. It was hard for us to adapt and we longed for the bonds that we created. That’s when the Crossroad Soldiers was formed. That was twenty-years ago. Yeah, we’re not considered good men because of the dealings we have. But, we do have our boundaries and morals. I also married my high school sweetheart, and together we formed a family that is impenetrable. She is the love of my life, my one weakness in life other than our children.

  Miracle

  When my man Jasper left for the service, I never imagined he’d be changed to the degree he was when he returned. I knew at first glance that he was missing something. When he came to me about the idea of the MC, I knew that I could either stand by him and support him, or lose him forever. That wasn’t something I was willing to do. He was and is the love of my life. With me by his side, we formed a different type of family. One who would take a bullet for you and never ask for an apology for the outcome. As an old lady, we are prepared for the possibility that once our man walks out that door it may be the last time he’s held us in his arms or placed his lips upon ours. Is it a perfect relationship? No, but what fun would that be?