by Rose Cody
“Come on now, sweetheart…” He says, reaching out to her again. “Let me make you feel better…”
“Hey!” Alia hears from across the bar. “She said no, scumbag!”
She watches as Leon gets up from his seat before slowly walking over them.
“Me? Scumbag?” The bearded man asks, turning around to face Leon. “According to this young lady right here, you’re the scumbag, buddy.”
“You leave her the fuck alone.” Leon says, getting in the man’s face and pressing his finger against the guy’s forehead.
“She’s going to be screaming my name, pal, you just wait.” The bearded man says, hitting him against the chest with his palms as he pushes him away.
“Leon stop!” Alia yells, her voice cracking as she rushes behind the bar. “Please! I’m calling the cops! Just get out of here!”
Leon growls as he pushes the older man back before grabbing him by the shoulder of his jacket and pulling him back towards him.
“You stupid piece of shit…” Leon says, spitting in his face as he presses his nose against the man’s before pushing him to the ground.
He gets on top of him, straddling the man as he holds his neck down, his thumb on one side and his fingers on the other as he lifts his arm into the air, winding it up.
“Stop!” Alia screams, as she covers the receiver, stamping her foot on the ground as she wipes a tear off of her cheek.
She jumps, turning around and sobbing as she hears the loud crack of Leon’s fist against the man’s face as he hits it over and over again.
“Leon, get off!” One of his buddies grunts as they pull him off of the bearded man.
Leon pants, hitting his fist against the floor as he watches the man get up to his knees and squeeze his nose, trying to stop the bleeding from the damage Leon caused.
“It’s not worth it…” His friend says, turning his head as they watch the door open up, the sunlight backing the two officers as they walk into the bar.
Chapter 13
Alia walks away from the officers, wiping the drizzle off of her face as she makes her way over to the end of the sidewalk.
She sits beside Leon, his hair matted down from the rain, his shirt soaked and his hands cuffed behind his back as he hands his head down low between his knees.
“Hey.” She whispers, turning towards him as she brushes his hair out of his eyes.
He glances over to her, sighing softly as he lifts his head.
“So, he said he won’t press charges on you if I don’t press charges on him, so…” Alia starts, biting her bottom lip. “So, I guess that’s settled then.”
She shrugs her shoulders, looking up at the sky as it drizzles down on them, before turning as she hears a jingling behind her as an officer uncuffs his hands from behind his back.
“Free to go.” She hears the officer say as he walks away.
Alia watches as Leon rubs his wrists, before he wipes his face.
“Looks like it kind of hurts.” She says, grabbing his hand as she brushes her fingers over his wrist.
“It’s fine.” He says. “Not my first time in cuffs.”
“Didn’t think it was.” Alia snorts softly as she drags her thumb over the back of his hand before brushing over his sore, split and blood knuckles, making him wince. “This looks like it kind of hurts, too.”
“Not my first time for that, either.” He says, pulling away from her as he gets up from the edge of the sidewalk.
“Leon, stop!” She says, grabbing his leg as he tries to step away.
“Oh, now you wanna talk?” He asks, shaking his head. “Maybe I don’t wanna talk to you, ever think of that?”
He shakes his head again, sighing out deeply as he sinks back down to sit on the wet sidewalk.
“You know…” He starts, resting his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand. “You weren’t just a fuck, at least not after the first time.” He says, jokingly shoving her shoulder. “Maybe we don’t know each other that well, or for that long… but you’re important to me.”
“But not important enough that you wouldn’t put me in danger like you did…” Alia whispers, wrapping her hair behind her ears as she looks down at the tiny flow of water as it rolls down the sidewalk under their feet.
“You were never in danger. I would never do that. I would never, ever, put you in danger, Alia.” He says, shaking his head, letting out an unbelieving chuckle.
He slides his boots through the loose gravel on the road before picking up a little wet rock and rolling it between his fingers.
“I just wanted a girl to ride with, ya know?” He says, clearing his throat and gazing behind them as he watches the blue and red flashing lights stop as the cop car rolls away. “Someone to be there. Someone to celebrate with. Someone who wouldn’t mind when things got a little crazy.”
He stands back up, getting off of the sidewalk before placing his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
“I guess I just really hoped it would be you.” He says, beginning to step away.
Alia stands stepping quickly beside him as she reaches for his wrist, grabbing it and slipping his hand out of his pocket.
“Leon…” She says, staring up into his icy blue eyes. “I…”
She gasps as she feels him pull her in close, sighing out as he presses his lips against hers, his hot, shaking breath heating her lips as he slowly pulls away.
“I want to be that girl…” She whispers, reaching up to his face and caressing the coarse stubble on his chin. “I want to be that girl for you, Leon.”
“Alia…” He whispers as he rests his forehead against hers.
“Come on, Leon.” She says, clearing her throat as she wipes the droplets from her face, the rain beginning to pick back up. “Let’s go back inside.”
Chapter 14
“Who’s are these?” She asks, scrunching up her nose as she lifts a pair of large grey boxer shorts out of the wicker basket with the very tips of her fingers. “These are way too big to be yours Leon…”
“I don’t really keep tabs on the underwear around here…” He replies, leaning against the wall as he tilts his head to the side “But if I had to guess…”
“Well, I don’t really care, I’m not washing them.” She says, shaking her head as she tosses them into the dented metal trash can beside the dryer. “I’m not here to do laundry for everyone. They can get their own girlfriends or they can do it themselves.”
“Not really their fault.” Leon says, walking over to sit beside her as she goes through his clothes. “You’re the only one who it’s not broken for.”
“The washing machine is not broken.” She says, giggling as she shakes her head. “That’s a top of the line washing machine you guys got here, I’m just the only one who’s smart enough to know how to use it.”
“Well, it’s complicated.” He says, sighing as he trails her hand up the small of her back.
“It’s two buttons.” She says, lifting a large, stinky white t-shirt out of the pile and tossing it onto the floor before standing up and dragging the basket of Leon’s clothes over to the washing machine.
She lifts the basket up, pouring his clothes into the waiting water before tossing in a pillow of detergent and shutting the lid.
“I don’t know why you don’t want to move out of here…” She says, pressing the button on the washing machine control panel, starting its first cycle.
“I do.” He says, smirking as he leans back on his hands, looking up to her from the floor.
“Leon, you know my parents won’t let you move in.” She says, sinking down to the floor beside him as she rests herself against his chest as he wraps his arm around her shoulders.
“No, really.” He says, whispering into her ear. “I’m moving out.”
“What?” She asks, pulling away from him.
“Yeah.” He nods, scratching the day old scruff on his sharp jaw. “Boss called last night. I’m being sent to open a new chapter in Kansas.”
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sp; “What?” She asks, her jaw hanging open. “And when were you going to tell me this?”
“I’m telling you now!” He says, shrugging his shoulders.
“So, what? You’re going to just leave me here?” She asks, biting her bottom lip as she pouts.
He shakes his head as he stands up from the ground before walking out of the door and down the hall.
“Leon!” She says, calling after him as he leave her alone in the shady back porch.
Alia watches intently as he walks back into the porch, a medium sized duffle in hand before he tosses it over to her.
“Are you leaving right now?” She asks, her eyebrows furrowing as she unzips the zipper.
“No, it’s for you.” He says, leaning against the door frame, watching her open the bag.
“Kinda small isn’t it?” She asks, holding the thin leather jacket up against the light.
“You think so?” He asks, rising his eyebrow.
“You would never fit into this.” She says, shaking her head as she brings the jacket down to rest on her lap.
“It’s not for me.” He says, chuckling. “Turn it around.”
“For me?” She asks, her cheeks flushing as she squints her eyes in a smile.
She turns the jacket around, gasping at the finely detailed embroidery as she lays it over her lap.
Alia drags her finger tips along the design before tracing over the lettering.
“The Rebel Keepers…” She whispers under her breath, a smirk crossing her lips as she looks up at Leon. “This is for me?”
“Yeah.” He says, nodding his head. “You’re going to need it.”
“Why?” She asks, her heart fluttering in her chest as she watches Leon stroll over to her.
“Because.” He says, stopping in front of her before reaching out his hand. “You’re coming with me.”
Alia snorts, bringing her hand up to her mouth to hide her growing smile before reaching up to his hand and grabbing it as she nods her head.
She sighs out, biting her bottom lip as he pulls her close before leaning down and pressing his lips against her temple.
“So pack your bags, Alia.” He whispers into her ear. “Let’s get out of this fucking town.”
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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters are over the age of majority and all sexual acts are completely consensual.
Outlaw
(Bad Boy Motorcycle Club MC Outlaw Biker Romance)
First edition. July 15th, 2016.
Copyright © 2016 Rose Cody
Written By Rose Cody
Chapter 1
“Please give it up one last time for Lily Valentine!” The DJ says over the loudspeaker as she kneels down onto the stage, shaking her ass to the crowd as she bends over and collects the bills that were tossed to her over the course of her set. “She’s back next week, folks! And you can be sure she’ll bring the fire then, too!”
She wraps her leg around the shining metal pole, spinning one last time before giving the crowd of roaring men a little wave goodbye as she bites on her bottom lip and flips her hair off of her shoulders.
“How’re the dollars tonight, Lil?” A girl asks, looking up from the mirror as she ties the top of her halter bikini around her neck. “Any big tippers I should look out for?”
“I got a twenty from some bald guy on the left, so if I were you, I’d favor over there…” She says, her voice trailing off as she counts her tips. “Not that there were any bad tippers tonight, though…” She smiles as she walks over to her stop in front of the mirror and sits down on the spinning make up chair.
Lily picks up her bag, pulling out her wallet and stuffing her tips inside before reaching for her make up wipes.
She wipes the glitter and black line off her face, pulling her false lashes off as she leans into the mirror.
“Maybe I should dye my hair red.” Her friend says, as she back combs the back of her head. “You red heads do nothing but collect.”
“I just wish I worked tomorrow, too.” Lily smiles, glancing over at her friend as she preens before pulling up her own cherry curls into a messy bun on the top of her head and securing them in place with a hair tie. “Mama wants to get herself a trip to Barbados.”
“You gotta save some for the rest of us, you know.” The blonde says as she gets up from her seat, leaning into the mirror one last time to check her make up before spinning around on her tall heels. “How do I look?”
“Whorish.” Lily smirks as she watches the bikini glimmer.
“Perfect!” The blonde says as she walks up the stairs to the stage. “Are you gunna watch my set, Lil?”
“No way.” Lily says shaking her head. “I am getting out of here so I can go home and kick back for the rest of the weekend. I have some frozen yogurt sitting in my freezer and I can hear it calling my name already.”
“Well, your loss!” Her friend says as she hears the DJ call her name. “Wish me luck!”
“Break a leg, Emily.” Lily calls to her as she tosses her make up wipe into the little waste basket under the counter before kicking her heels off her feet and rolling her tired ankles around.
She never imagined this would be her life, working night after night at night clubs and strip joints, especially not for this long. It’s not any little girl’s dream to dance nearly naked on a stage for horny men. But she had to. It was a matter of survival.
Her mom died when she was only fifteen years old. Cancer. But it was quick. And with no dad in the picture she had no choice but to go and live with her elderly grandmother. The poor woman did everything she could to take care of her, but she was sick too and about a year and a half after she moved in, her grandma passed as well.
After that, it was all left up to her. She needed money fast and without an education this was the best way to get it.
Lily always promised herself that after creating a little nest egg she would get out of the game. Hang her heels up and go back to school to live life on the right path.
But the money was just too good. Rent paid for a half an hour’s work. She’d have to be stupid to give that up.
Ten years later, though? Ten years come and gone, hopping from club to club. Life should be better by now. Something else should have come along, but it hasn’t and maybe it never will.
She gets up from her seat before bending over to pick up her heels. Lily walks them over to the costume box, tossing them inside before wrapping her arms around herself to unhook her sparkling bikini top as she walks back towards her seat.
She stuffs it into her bag, grabbing her t-shirt from inside the disorganized mess before pulling the thin cotton garment over her head, sticking her arms through the arm holes before wiggling it down her back.
Lily pulls out a pair of black leggings, scrunching them in her hand before pushing down her glittering bikini bottoms. She hangs them off her foot, lifting her leg up to grab them before quickly stepping into her leggings, pulling the tight polyester up her thighs before snapping the waist band around her waist.
She shoves the sparkling panties into her bag before zipping it up and heaving it up onto her shoulder before she looks around the room.
“Has anyone seen my shoes?” She asks, ducking to look under the counter.
“Over here!” A dark skinned girl says as she leans over the counter powdering her face. “Antonio moved all the shoes by the door. He’s always touching our shit.” She turns to the large, mustached s
ecurity guard, placing her hand on the waist of her rhinestoned thong. “Why are you always going through our shit?”
“Someone has to keep it organized in here, girls.” He says, his voice deep and thundering as he shrugs his shoulders. “You’re practically animals. You would be working in your own filth if it wasn’t for me!”