Biker's Claim: A Bad Boy Romance (Demons MC) (Contains bonus book Cocked!)

by Hamel, B. B.

But just then, the sound of a crying baby came from the other room.

  It completely deflated us. “Shit,” I said. “I’ll get him.”

  “No,” Clutch said, standing. “I got it. You relax.”

  “You don’t have to,” I said, but he was already leaving the room.

  I sighed, leaning back. I heard him talking softly to Ryan as he picked him up, cooing to him softly.

  I smiled to myself. I’d never pictured Clutch as a father. I also never imagined he’d want to marry me, but pretty much a few weeks after he’d claimed me, he put a ring on my finger. I touched the diamonds and smiled softly at the memory.

  Then, of course, I got pregnant a few weeks after that. Things moved so fast, but that was how it was with Clutch. He moved forward and never thought about looking back, and I loved it. Things were never boring with Clutch and the Demons.

  After I heard I was pregnant, Clutch went and bought us a little house. It was a bit outside the city, set back in the woods, and not too far from where Ford and Caralee lived. We spent a lot of time with those two, since they were raising children themselves.

  It was ideal. I couldn’t have imagined anything better. And to top it all off, Clutch was a great father, probably because he wanted to make up for the fact that his parents weren’t there for him.

  I felt the same way, of course, although in a different way.

  I slowly got out of bed and pulled some clothes on. I found Clutch sitting down on the couch, rocking Ryan in his arms while he watched football on TV.

  “Is he okay?” I asked.

  Clutch nodded. “Just wanted attention I guess.”

  I sat down next to them, smiling. Ryan looked sleepy still as Clutch gently rocked him.

  “What do you think about another?” Clutch asked me.

  I laughed. “Seriously? Already?”

  He grinned at me. “Hell yes. I want a big family. And I love putting these things in your belly.”

  “Okay,” I said, kissing him. “Okay. Whatever you want.”

  “Good. We’ll try tonight then.”

  I laughed and took Ryan from him. I gently rocked Ryan in my arms as Clutch kissed me gently.

  This was all that I needed. Clutch, my husband, my man. We had our little house in the woods not far away from our closest friends. We had our baby and we were going to have more, as many more as Clutch wanted.

  I wanted a big family too. I wanted more of Clutch, and having his babies was one way of doing that. And besides, I loved when he put a baby inside me, too.

  Nothing felt better, more right, than sitting on the couch with my baby and my husband. All of the death and the terror was behind us. We had each other, and that was more than enough.

  Clutch, my husband, my bodyguard.

  He protected me, loved me, made me feel alive and good and right every day, for as long as I wanted, forever.

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  Want to know how everything started? Read the first Demons MC book, Biker’s Bride!

  I never wanted to be owned by a biker.

  I’m a good person, a normal college girl. But when I witness a gang murder, my future hangs in the balance.

  Nobody can save me. Except maybe the cocky a**hole from my past.

  Ford Cook is a hard man. He leaves waves of violence and broken hearts everywhere he rides. His tough body is covered in tattoos and muscles, and he doesn’t care how many skulls he cracks to get what he wants.

  And in order to keep me safe, he expects me to become his bride.

  Now I’m claimed by the man who left me so many years ago. I hate him for what he did to me, but I need him to save my life.

  Even though my new husband is an arrogant bastard, I can’t help but stare at his ripped body. He knows what I’m thinking, and he’s going to make me say it.

  I want him, but I hate him so much.

  I’m not sure how long I can take it. I need to play the part of a biker’s bride, or else get handed over to the people that want me dead.

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  I had that bastard’s baby and now I need his help.

  Vince Mori is my enemy. He’s an infamous Italian mobster, all ripped muscles and dangerous tattoos. He’s a cocky a**hole, and for just one night that was exactly what I was looking for. He was a wild ride, a way to rebel against my strict family.

  And he doesn’t know that he’s the father of my baby.

  I’m the daughter of one of the most feared Russian mob bosses in the city. When I give birth to my baby boy Alexei, my father wants to tear my child away from me.

  I won’t let that happen. They may be my family, but I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my baby.

  The Russians are at war with the Italians, but I know Vince is my only chance. When I run away from home and ask him for help, I’m risking my life to save my son.

  Vince is everything I’m supposed to hate, but secretly can’t get enough of. He’s only interested in teasing me mercilessly with his dirty mouth and frustrating grin.

  Now I’m trapped in the Italian mob’s mansion, living next door to my baby’s father. I need their protection, but the war is escalating faster every day.

  If the cocky jerk Vince Mori can’t learn what it means to be a father, I might be totally screwed.

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  Cocked: A Stepbrother Romance

  Prologue: Lacey

  The door is locked. It’s always locked when he’s around.

  I can’t remember anymore who I was trying to keep out. The people chasing after us, or him, my dangerous stepbrother. They want to cut our throats and leave us for dead, or at least that’s what he says. I don’t know what I believe anymore.

  The last time I saw him, he was a thief, a criminal, famous in our town for being good at cards and boosting cars. His smile could melt diamonds, and his body was ripped and smooth. Our parents may have been dating, but he was as different from me as possible.

  Now though, now I don’t know what he is. The smile is still there, the body is still there, but there’s a new weight to him, a new darkness. He doesn’t seem like the same man that left us all those years ago.

  We thought he was dead. I wanted him to stay a memory, a dream. I wanted him to be nothing but the empty ache in my chest.

  Instead, he was dangerous, so much more dangerous. I was on fire around him, and he knew it.

  But I hated him. Hated him so much for what he was doing to our family.

  Late at night, the scratchy hotel sheets keeping me awake, I could hear him breathing. I could practically hear him laughing.

  “We can push these beds together,” he whispered in the darkness. “You can give in to me.”

  Never, I thought to myself.

  “I know what you want. You want me to touch your skin, make you feel things you’d forgotten about.”

  I could see him, wearing only a tight pair of black boxer briefs, standing agains
t the wall. His eyes practically glowed in the dark. His ripped, lean muscles stood out black and white in the night. His gun rested on the nightstand, easily within reach, cocked and ready.

  “You hate me because of what I’ve done, but you don’t know the half of it. That’s fine. I can handle that.”

  His breath on my skin. His hands between my thighs. Shivers running in cascades down my spine.

  “Hate me all you want, but you’re going to come for me.”

  His lips against my ear, my mouth.

  The sweet pain of him pressing hard against me.

  I won’t give in to you.

  My gasp as he slipped the clothes from my body.

  “I know what you really want.”

  I don’t want you.

  “I know how far you’ll go.”

  Wave after wave of blinding pleasure.

  I won’t give in to you.

  1

  Lacey

  He’d been my best friend for years. That was how our parents met and started dating, actually, but more on that later.

  We had homeroom together in eighth grade. Camden was quiet, maybe a little shy, but he was too handsome for his own good, even back then. People knew him, but he didn’t turn into the outgoing thief he was destined to become for another few years.

  Back then, he was just Cam.

  I’d never forget the first thing he said to me. It was two weeks into the new school year, and he hadn’t so much as looked at me before that.

  “What’s your deal, anyway?”

  I looked up and he was staring back at me, his piercing green eyes smiling but his face otherwise passive.

  “What?” I asked, surprised.

  “What’s your deal?”

  “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

  He nodded at the pen I had been clicking incessantly. “You keep doing that every day, all morning long. Do you have OCD or something?”

  “Uh, sorry,” I mumbled, surprised at how forward he was being. “I guess it’s just a habit.”

  He looked at me appraisingly. “I’m Camden.”

  “Lacey.”

  Although he was probably being a jerk, there was something about him I couldn’t put my finger on. He could get away with being forward somehow, like what would normally be an incredibly rude question from someone else seemed perfectly okay coming from him. He just had a way about him that made people want to be close to him. Everybody knows someone like that, but with Camden it was always turned on and always turned up to the maximum.

  He was like that with everything. Things came to him effortlessly, but Camden rarely seemed to care enough about anything to try hard. As that first year wore on, we talked every day during homeroom and quickly became friends outside of school. I wasn’t blind. I mean, I was young but I wasn’t stupid. I could see how attractive he was, even back then. But for some reason our friendship was just that, a friendship, and nothing developed between us that first year we knew each other.

  Then things changed.

  It was only a matter of time before people started noticing Camden. In ninth grade he hit his growth spurt and shot up to well over six feet tall. The muscles he became famous for seemed to sprout overnight, and he went from a normal but still handsome eighth grade boy to a lean and strong-looking man, practically in a day.

  That was the problem, though. We spent so much time together, were such good friends, that I didn’t see it coming when he suddenly began to hang out with a rougher crowd. They smoked and drank and cursed and fought, and eventually they stole cars and sold drugs. I didn’t understand what Camden saw in them, but he became their leader, and eventually their scapegoat.

  I was a good kid. I always had been. There was no question that I would go to college. And as much as I hated it, I had to admit that I didn’t fit in with Camden and his crowd anymore. I wanted to, but they just never seemed to like me, and I couldn’t make myself be someone I wasn’t just for the sake of people I didn’t really like to begin with.

  We stayed friends. We still talked all the time. But slowly he became less like the guy I used to know and more like the person that would disappear one day into thin air without so much as a phone call.

  I didn’t understand the change. For years I blamed myself. Maybe if I had reached out more, tried to talk to him more, tried to understand why he was doing the things he did instead of shying away from mentioning it, maybe I could have saved him.

  That was probably wishful thinking, I know. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder what I could have done better to save Camden from himself.

  That guilt was quickly replaced by anger. I was angry that he had abandoned his friends and his family. I was angry that he had abandoned me like I was nothing to him, like it was the easiest thing in the world to just up and leave town. He could have called or emailed or written, but instead there was only silence from him. After a while, we all assumed he was dead in a ditch someplace far away, and that anger only grew day by day.

  And when our parents finally got married, I was beyond pissed at him.

  I hated my deadbeat stepbrother, wherever he was.

  I hated him, even if he was dead.

  He was an arrogant, selfish prick, and part of me was happy he was gone.

  I flopped down onto my childhood bed, exhausted from the long trip home.

  It felt weird looking up at my old ceiling again, the colors and the shadows unchanged, as if I had never left home at all. Four years was a pretty long time, all things considered, but it had flown by in the blink of an eye.

  “How are you doing, honey?”

  I looked over and saw my dad leaning in the doorway wearing his usual Canadian tuxedo: jeans and a tucked-in denim work shirt.

  “I’m fine. Tired from the trip.”

  “Miss California yet?”

  “More and more each minute.”

  He laughed, shaking his head. “You could at least lie to me.”

  “You raised me to be an honest person, Dad.”

  “Honest to a fault,” he mumbled.

  “Where’s Lynn?”

  He shrugged. “Shopping for dinner, I think.”

  Lynn was Camden’s mom. I liked her a lot, though I hated her at first. She was about my Dad’s age, maybe a few years younger, and they had met when Camden and I were spending a lot of time together. I guess something clicked and they were together from our junior year onwards. They didn’t get married until two years ago, though. Well after Camden had disappeared.

  Another milestone Camden missed.

  “She doesn’t need to go to any trouble.”

  “You know Lynn. She gets excited when you come home.”

  I felt a little bad. I had visited as often as I could, mostly on big holidays, but it was hard getting from Berkeley, California out to Hammond, Indiana. My Dad and Lynn didn’t exactly have the money to pay for my airfare, and I definitely wasn’t rolling in cash, either. Life as a physics student at an expensive school was fun and amazing and challenging, but I never had a spare dime to spend on anything non-essential.

  I sighed and climbed out of bed. “I’m going to unpack.”

  “Okay. I’ll give you some privacy.” He paused. “I’m glad you’re home, kiddo.”

  “Me too, Dad.”

  He smiled and then left, back down to his armchair and whatever sporting event was currently on TV.

  I wasn’t exactly lying when I said it was good to be home. Hammond was a small town, pretty boring, and had plenty of its own problems. It was just like a hundred other Rust Belt towns in Indiana, except it was my home and always would be. Plus, it was right around the corner from Chicago, which was something I took advantage of as often as possible when I was younger.

  It took me an hour to dig all of my stuff out of my suitcase. Even though I was drop-dead tired, I knew that I didn’t want to live out of my luggage for the whole summer. I had a spot waiting for me in the physics graduate department back at Berkeley, but I couldn’t affo
rd to live in the city all summer until it started.

  In the meantime, I was crashing with my Dad again just like the old days.

  “Lace?”

  I looked up and smiled. “Hey, Lynn.”

  She walked over and gave me a huge hug. “How was your trip?”

  “Uneventful.”

  “Exactly how it should be.”

  “It’s good to see you.”

  “You too. How long’s it been?”

  “Since Christmas.”

  “Wow, seriously? I can’t believe how fast time moves.”

  I laughed and shook my head. That was typical Lynn, always saying strange things. She was short, shorter than me, with mousey brown hair. She was a runner and was in amazing shape for her age. Sometimes I felt like she put me to shame, but it didn’t make a difference. I loved ice cream and chocolate and chocolate ice cream, and no amount of abdominal muscles would take either of those things away from me.

  “How’s Dad been since I was last here?”

  “You know your father. He’s good when he’s good and not when he’s not.”

  I nodded as if that made complete sense. “How’s his work?”

  “Surprisingly good, actually.”

  Dad was a small-time chandelier maker. He built and fabricated lamps and other lighting materials during the day, but his real passion were these artful chandeliers made up of recycled bottles and antiques. They were pretty spectacular, but not exactly super popular.

  “Really? What changed?”

  “He finally got up off his ass and made a website.”

  “I’m shocked.”