Wanted: An Outlaw Anthology

by Lane Hart

  “You got it bad for that one, brother,” Q announces slapping his hand across my chest.

  “Somethin’ like that.” I abandon my helmet on the handlebars before walking toward her. As soon as I reach her, I slide my arm around her waist and pull her back against me, inhaling her scent. If that’s the last thing I smell, I want it to fucking linger with me forever.

  “You smell like gas,” she teases, looking over her shoulder at me.

  “I might have been playin’ in it a little.”

  “What did you do? Or is club business you can’t tell me about?” she snips at me, making me smile wider. I love that spitfire attitude about her.

  “A little of both. Let’s just say that warehouse won’t be used for shit anymore. You can scratch that part from your memory,” I say softly before brushing my lips over her cheek. Charlie spins quickly, looking up at me with wide eyes.

  “You…what did you do? I mean…”

  I silence her with my lips. A kiss that deepens and makes my heart leap.

  “I fixed a problem. One of a few that I need to handle.” Charlie’s eyes dance between mine before a small smile crosses her face.

  “For me? You did it for me?” I nod my head, there is no one else I’d want to do it for. Charlie has sunk her claws into me and I can’t seem to get them loose.

  “I’d do about anything for you, Charlie. I’m not done yet and I won’t be until I make sure that those bastards who hurt you are dead. Then when I join them in hell, I’ll make them hurt all over again. Now come on, I want to spend the night with you.” Grabbing her hand, I lead her inside intending to just be with her, but with life comes changes and as soon as I step inside the clubhouse, I know there are other plans.

  “We need church. Now,” Q tells me his eyes dancing with anger. This isn’t good. I press a kiss to the side of Charlie’s head and whisper in her ear, “Go wait in the room for me. I want you naked on my bed.” She giggles a little. I swear I could listen to that for the rest of my life. I give her a little shove in that direction before I head through the double doors and take my seat. Most of the guys are already in here and ready.

  “What do we got?”

  “What we got is BSMC. They had live feed runnin’ when we went all commando. They know it was us that hit them.”

  Fuck! Why I didn’t I think about that? Oh, right. Because all I give two shits about is revenge for what they did to Charlie. Fuck!

  “This is on me. I should have planned this out better,” I say out loud.

  “Fuck that, Prez! They fucked with Dark Savage property! We did the right thing. Now we need a plan of attack before they come for us,” Roman states. He’s right; they will come for us. I run my hand through my hair and look around the room at my brothers. The anger in their faces gives me a high.

  “We don’t make moves in the light of day. That was never our thing. Call in favors. Tomorrow night, we move. Regardless of the warehouse shit, BS’s will still have their weekly meetin’. Even more so tomorrow since we lit their shit up. We might as well crash that motherfucker and make a grand fuckin’ entrance, yeah?” The guys howl and grunt their responses. Knowing that if we go in and have a shoot-out with them, some of us might not make it back.

  “Tomorrow we sit back and relax and enjoy the fact that we are about to take those motherfuckers down once and for all.”

  Shoving out of the chair, I walk out of the room and let the guys have their fun. I’m only interested in one form of fun and she is currently naked in my room waiting for me. As I stalk down the hallway, a shiver races down my spine. Call it intuition or whatever the fuck you want but I can feel the end coming. As soon as I step into the room, I see Charlie curled up under the blankets asleep. I take in her beauty for a long time before I go jump in the shower, washing away the lingering scent of gasoline from my skin. When I climb out and wipe the mirror, I cock my head to the side and stare at the man before me. The man that I am and that I always have been. Any other doubts that I might have had vanish. I did what was right. I can feel it with every beat of my heart.

  I head back into the bedroom and slide into bed behind Charlie, wrapping my arm around her and pulling her into me.

  “I need to tell you something,” she whispers softly.

  “Anything.”

  “I’m afraid to be alone, Savage. Promise you’ll stay with me.” With those words my black heart crumbles into ash. I can’t make that promise. I won’t make that promise only to have to break it later.

  “For now,” I whisper softly back to her.

  Charlie rolls over and I climb on top of her, spreading her thighs with my knee. She waited for me naked just like I asked her to. Reaching between us, I grab my cock and slide into her. Her eyes sparkle with tears but she doesn’t let them fall. I bring my hands up and cup her face, my elbows resting on the bed next to her.

  “You’ve brought out somethin’ different in me, Charlie. Somethin’ I didn’t know I had in me.” She wants to let the tears fall but she doesn’t. She knows what this is and what it means. Each slow thrust is like pure fucking torture but I need to savor this moment in time with her. I need her to remember this brief time we’ve shared and hold onto that in her lost moments when I’m not here anymore.

  “You have showed me that I’m stronger than I thought I was. I can’t thank you enough for that,” she says before kissing me deeply. Each roll of my hips is like another second I’m chipping away at my life, and to be honest, I hate that feeling. I don’t fuck Charlie tonight, I make love to her. Each slow stroke strikes another match inside of us, and the more I kiss her, the more I know she’s going to be okay when this is all over with. I know deep down that Charlie just needs to have someone guide her and I know exactly who that’s going to be.

  “Savage,” she calls my name breathlessly as she clenches and shudders. My body tightens with my impending release as I try to hold onto the feeling I have inside of me but it’s too much. I come inside of her, shaking and shuddering as we both slowly drift away in our own little moment in time together. When I finally pull out and lay down next to her, I pull her head to my chest and sigh. This is the perfect feeling. The one that most people dream of having and here I am sharing it with her.

  “I’m gonna keep you as long as I can.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  I spent most of the morning fucking Charlie. I couldn’t help myself. I need her as much as she needs me. We barely left the room, only long enough to eat and replenish then I was back inside of her. It’s like the universe knows what’s happening and it wants us to have this time together. I gave in to it too even now as we long along the beach holding hands as the moon sets.

  “What do you want out of life, Charlie? What did you want when you were younger?” I genuinely interested to hear her response. Charlie giggles, holding my hand tighter.

  “I wanted to be a doctor or princess just like all little girls. I’ve always wanted a family and a house. I wanted everything a girl would want,” she says, nudging me with her elbow.

  “I’ve never been around girls long enough to know. Never kept one around long enough to give a shit what they wanted.”

  “What about you? What did you want?”

  “This is it. I didn’t have money growin’ up. I had to fight my way through life and all the bastards in it. I met the president of the club when I was thirteen. Temple was a man you didn’t argue with and he took no shit. I watched him shake down a man one night and the rest is history. I moved through the ranks of the club, and when he died ten years ago, he put me up as president. I was voted in immediately,” I tell her, remembering that day as if it just happened. It was a crazy time in my life, with me being a part of the MC and trying to find out who I was and what I was good for but I found that as soon as that president patch was sewn onto my cut.

  “You never dreamt of being someone else?” she asks those inquisitive eyes coming to meet mine.

  I shake my head and say, “Nope. Never knew ther
e was anything else out there. This was what I did and who I became and I embraced it.”

  “You’re a good man, Savage.”

  “Not so much.”

  “You took care of me.”

  “That’s different, Charlie. You’re easy to care about. You got under my skin and there’s nothin’ I could do to stop it,” I admit. The rest of our walk is silent, and even when we get back to the clubhouse we both seem lost in our own thoughts. We head into the bathroom and I watch as Charlie slowly undresses and climbs into the shower. She peeks at me over her shoulder, a silent invitation to follow. I strip out of my clothes and climb in, wrapping her in my embrace. We stand under the warm water as it envelopes us. I lean down and press kisses along her neck and down her shoulder.

  “You’re so goddamn soft, Charlie.”

  She turns slowly and peers up at me, water clinging to those long dark lashes.

  “If you could go anywhere and be anything where would you go?” Her fingers move over skin lighting me on fire from the inside out. Heat courses through my veins and looking at her, God, I just want to keep her.

  “I’d go anywhere you go,” I whisper before capturing her mouth with mine. Her tongue sweeps in and twirls around mine causing me to groan. She tastes like heaven in my world of hell. Lifting her in my arms, I slide into her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist and holding tightly. I thrust into her slowly, pinning her body against the tile wall of the shower. Warm water wraps around us but I can’t let anything come between us right now. I need this closeness to her. I need to know that she’s real and here. Every moment in my life could cease to exist as long as I keep this moment with me forever.

  Charlie’s nail drag down the back of my neck and I tilt my head back. Her lips and tongue dance perfectly over my skin as her tits press into my chest.

  “Fuck me, Savage,” she purrs.

  Snapping my head back up, I look at the need in her eyes. Giving her just what she wants, I hold her hips tightly in my hands, marking her skin just how she likes.

  “You want it hard? You want it rough, darlin’?” I growl plunging into her. I fuck her against the shower wall as she screams my name. She wanted it rough and I’m going to give it to her. I pull out and chuckle when I hear her whine, letting her feet slide to the floor. Then I forcefully spin her, bend her over making sure she’s holding onto the edge of the tub before thrusting back into her.

  “Oh God!” Charlie screams. It could be from the grip on her hips or the way my cock invades every part of her, but she takes it and screams either way.

  “You asked for it, darlin’.” Forceful thrusts take me higher until I feel that tingle race up my spine. Charlie clenches around me and I lose all control of myself. Ramming into her like a fucking beast, she cries out from her orgasm as I come right behind her. Not wanting to lose the connection just yet, I grab her shoulders and pull her against me.

  “I don’t want to lose you, Savage.”

  Goddamn, this girl is trying to rip me apart and sadly she is succeeding.

  “You’re never losin’ me. Come on.” I pull out of her and wash us both before wrapping her in a towel and taking her to the room. Charlie sits on the edge of the bed after our latest round of rough sex but something is off with her.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask when she doesn’t move. She slowly shifts and turns to look at me, tears in those bright blue eyes.

  “You are hell bent on dying and I have something worth living for now.” Shock renders me speechless, but when the tears roll down her cheeks, I shove up and move closer to her. Pulling her into my arms, she settles into me like it’s where she was made to be.

  “I’m pregnant, Savage.” Those two little words shift my whole life. I inhale deeply trying to control my breathing. Am I happy? Fuck yes I am, but at the same time, I’m devastated. My end is my child’s beginning.

  “How do you feel about that?” I’m almost afraid of what she’s going to say.

  “I don’t know. A baby, Savage. Something that will need me forever.”

  “Yeah, darlin’. You’ll never be alone again.” Pressing my lips into her neck, she sighs.

  “Changes nothing for you though, does it?”

  “I don’t know the answer to that, Charlie. I don’t know anything anymore. Everything I thought was right just seems wrong. Everything I’ve set out to do, it’s all fucked, darlin’,” I admit to her. Charlie shifts and looks up at me with big beautiful eyes.

  “Will you make me one promise?” I start to shake my head but I don’t even know the damn question yet. If I could promise Charlie the world, I would. I’d fucking hand it over to her without blinking an eye.

  “If I can, I will.”

  “Promise that you’ll never forget me or what we had.”

  I chuckle and hold her tighter. “I’d never forget you, Charlie. Ever. And if there was a way to be with you and that baby, trust me, I’d do it.”

  “You would?” She looks at me with hope filled eyes and it kills me. I nod my head and bow down to kiss her again.

  “I would.”

  “We need to ride!” Q yells through the door breaking our moment. I don’t immediately let go of Charlie though. I need another second of holding her in my arms and remembering her the way she is right now.

  “Where are you going?” she asks softly.

  “To finish erasin’ those bad memories you have.”

  “Are you coming back?”

  “I’ll be back, darlin’.” Kissing the side of her head, she climbs out of my lap and grabs her shirt while I go to get dressed and ready. I catch her eyes on me more than once and I love that she looks at me with that much feeling. I’ve never felt that from anyone before. To say it’s love would be a lie. We haven’t known each other long enough to love each other but there is the possibility of it and it’s unmistakable. My eyes fall to her stomach and a smile crosses my face. Pregnant. Who the fuck would have thought I’d be a father? Regardless of whether I’m there or not, that baby is mine. It amazes me that there is something good that I created inside of her. When I finish putting my clothes on I walk over and kiss Charlie like it’s the last time. Letting my lips linger a little longer than normal.

  “Wait for me,” I say, my breath against her lips.

  “Always.”

  I give her a slap on the ass before leaving the room, meeting up with the guys outside.

  “We hit them hard. We don’t fuckin’ back down. I want Stone Cold at my fuckin’ mercy! We clear?” Looking at my brothers, they all nod. My body is coiled with tension and the need for blood is calling to me.

  Chapter Twenty

  We watch through the binoculars gauging where everyone is. I want that son of a bitch’s head on a stick by the time this night is over, and I don’t care how I have to go about getting it. I’m fucking thankful we called in a few more clubs as backup in case shit goes south too.

  “You think we should split up? Half in the front half in the back?” Q asks, kneeling down next to me.

  “What’s your thoughts on it?” I figure if he’s going to become the president one day, he might as well show me what I left to him.

  “I say we half it. That way we can come together in the middle and meet up,” he says with pride.

  “Call it.” His eyes jerk to mine before a smile crosses his face. I’ve heard talk around the clubhouse. Everyone thinks that I’m going to vote Q in as the new VP. They are almost right. Q gets on the coms unit and informs everyone of the plan. When we’re all ready, I pull my gun from the back of my jeans and creep forward. Making hand signals to let the guys know where and when to move, we make our way closer to the assholes. My body is lit the fuck up and ready to rain hell down on these motherfuckers, but the closer we get, the more the feeling inside of me changes. Something is wrong. Q looks to me as if he can feel it too. We motion for everyone to stop when Q gets next to me.

  “You sensein’ somethin’?” he asks.

  “Fuck yeah. You?” He nods
his head. We stay low and listen and watch and right before we start to move again, shots are fired. None of them are coming from us though. Q and I share a glance but we hold our positions.

  “Remain in position. No one move!” Q hisses into the coms. We all stay silent as machine gun fire flickers through the windows of the BS clubhouse.

  “What the fuck?” I mumble, Q right next to me.

  “Who the hell is that?” Q asks mainly to himself. We watch as the gunfire slowly fades and that’s when shit takes a strange turn. Dressed in military fatigues, men start walking out of the front door as if they are soldiers coming out of war. For the most part they are all silent, but as I watch them all file into the back of the van, one man catches my eye. He’s the only one wearing a suit and tie in the midst of the bloodbath they just caused.

  “Who the hell is that?” Q asks nudging me with his elbow.

  “Don’t fuckin’ know. Wait ‘til they leave and we go in, yeah?”

  He nods his head, relays the message to the others, and we wait. It doesn’t take long for them to leave, and as soon as their taillights are out of sight, we stand and rush the door. Everywhere you look is blood and body parts. Every fucking BSMC member is lying on the ground in a pool of blood.

  “It’s like a goddamn war zone,” Roman grumbles as he side-steps strewn bodies. A few of the other guys reach down to check for pulses, but every one of them are dead.

  “Who the fuck were they?” I ask mainly to myself. My phone vibrates in my pocket so I stop and pull it out.

  “Not now, man. I’m in the middle of some shit,” I tell Bryon.

  “Yeah? Well if you are where I think you are you better haul ass out of there, Marcus. They’re going to blow that clubhouse in three minutes!”

  You have got to be fucking kidding me right now.

  “Fuck!” Stuffing the phone in my pocket, I glance around trying to find Stone Cold. I need to make sure that bastard is really dead.

  “Everyone out! It’s gonna blow in less than three minutes!” Q looks at me in the eye before ushering the others out the door, but I can’t go. Not yet. I need to be sure he’s in here. I told Charlie that I would end this shit for her and I will do just that. The more I check, the more I get pissed. The guys are all out of the building as I walk down the hallway. Pushing through the only door, I see him on the floor, his back against the wall.