Hot Pursuit

by Olivia Rigal

  CONTENTS

  Title page

  Special thanks to

  Legal matter

  Chapter One - Slider

  Chapter Two - Sally

  Chapter Three - Slider

  Chapter Four - Sally

  Chapter Five - Slider

  Chapter Six - Sally

  Chapter Seven - Slider

  Chapter Eight - Sally

  Chapter Nine - Slider

  Chapter Ten - Sally

  Chapter Eleven - Slider

  Chapter Twelve - Sally

  Chapter Thirteen - Slider

  Chapter Fourteen - Sally

  Chapter Fifteen - Slider

  Chapter Sixteen - Slider

  Chapter Seventeen - Sally

  Chapter Eighteen - Slider

  Chapter Nineteen - Sally

  Chapter Twenty - Slider

  Review

  The Curve Masters

  Iron Tornadoes

  Lyv's family

  Learning Curves

  About the author

  HOT PURSUIT

  An Iron Tornadoes

  MC Romance

  By

  Olivia Rigal

  Special thanks to:

  Jacqueline Sweet

  for her cover design

  and

  to Christa Wick

  Zirconia Publishing

  who got me started on the Wild Ride.

  Also available in paperback

  This book is a work of fiction.

  Even if some locations depicted do exist

  and some collective events did occur,

  this story is totally fictitious

  The names, the characters, and the events described

  have been imagined by the author.

  Any resemblance to reality would be a coincidence.

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  CHAPTER ONE

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  This wedding ceremony is a fucking nightmare. How did I get suckered into coming to the church? What am I doing here? The little church is packed, and I’m about as comfortable as I’d be if I were smoking my last cigarette while sitting on a keg of gun powder.

  It’s an accident waiting to happen. If we manage to survive the blessing, the picture-taking on the steps of the church will be a real piece of work. Mimi and David must have a death wish. Why else would they invite members of two rival Motorcycle Clubs, plus a handful of cops, to their wedding?

  I look at the cops who are part of the task force unit David and I belong to, and realize I feel closer to Dmitry Knyaz, aka Prince, the Sergeant-at-Arms of the Category Five Knights MC I have infiltrated, than to the police captain I report to. I’ve been a Knight for years. Shit, I’m not sure what I’ll do when they decide to pull me out. It could be soon or in another six months. I’d better get my act together.

  I can’t go back to being a regular cop. I’ve been my own boss far too long to step back in the ranks. But I can’t quit. If I do, some asshat in Internal Affairs could find a way to let someone in my MC know that I was undercover. Then who knows what their reaction would be. I could be as good as dead or, they could refuse to believe it. What a clusterfuck!

  “David, you may now kiss Jeanne-Michelle,” says the priest with heavily Créole-accented English.

  Right, as if David hasn’t been banging her all along. Well, maybe not all along. The poor guy had to play possum in Canada, freezing his ass off all winter after our operation almost went in the shit-tank. But now that he’s back, I’m sure he’s been catching up. No doubt about this, she’s got that well-taken-care-of glow that girls have when they’re happy in the sack. No matter what color they are, they all glow the same.

  David’s mother is bawling her eyes out. Can’t really blame the woman. For eleven months, she’d thought her son was dead, and now she gets a ready-made family: her son, his girl, and a grandson, Toussaint, Mimi’s eleven-year-old nephew.

  David kisses his bride, and at last, we get to walk out of here. It’s about time—I was feeling claustrophobic.

  David and Mimi go first. Next come Lisa and Ice.

  Why Mimi picked David’s sister as a bridesmaid, I’ll never figure out. It’s not as if they have anything in common. Mimi is a simple girl while Lisa, with her Ivy League law school diploma, is anything but.

  Ah Lisa, crazy chick! She claims she wants to become an Assistant District Attorney, but she’s doing Brian Hatcher, aka Ice, the vice president of the Iron Tornadoes MC. That choice makes it hard to take her career plans seriously.

  Now Ice, that’s a guy that I can relate to. He quit the police academy when he realized what a hornet’s nest the force is. I wish I could share a beer and chew the fat one night with him, but that’s not in the cards. Having the V.P. of the Iron Tornadoes and the V.P. of the Knights in the same room is weird enough. If we started talking, someone would think we were planning a merger. Stallion, my prez would have my balls nailed over the club house’s door as a trophy faster that I can say Harley Davidson!

  Next in line are Sally and me. She’s the closest thing to a sister Mimi has now that her twin’s gone. Attending the same college and stripping in the same club has gotta count for something.

  Sally catches my arm and smiles at me. I’ve got to hand it to the girl—no matter how many times I push her away, she never holds a grudge. “Persistence” has to be her middle name. Today she’s looking especially hot. Marriage ceremonies will do that to chicks. But then, I thought she was hot even when she looked like a wet, bloody mess the day she found Mimi’s sister unconscious behind the club in the pouring rain.

  Fuck, this mission sucks!

  I look over my shoulder and watch Prince take Juliya’s arm to fall in behind us. If looks could kill, the man would be burned to a cinder. Lucky for him they don’t. He ignores the bitch’s glare and holds her elbow firmly with an amused twitch on his lips.

  Prince isn’t one to back away from a challenge. On the contrary, finding a woman who doesn’t fall for his Slavic charm is likely to turn him on big time. If she keeps this up, she’ll be in big trouble. He’s crazy enough to forget she’s the daughter of the president of the Iron Tornadoes. No doubt he’ll want to show her what being a Dom is all about. But all of Juliya’s male relatives are Doms, so I’m pretty sure she already has a handle on the concept. I doubt she has much experience though. Her father and her two brothers—who have a stellar reputation in the kink community, whatever that means—are overprotective of her.

  Prince winks at me. If I were a gambling man, I would bet that Juliya’s status as Iron Tornadoes royalty turns him on big time. The way he looks at her makes me think the man is in dire need of something to spice up his life. Maybe that’s the problem. The MCs haven’t seen a lot of action lately. With the disappearance of the Unrepentant Southern White Wizards, the white supremacist group my task force just brought down, the police activity has been intense these past weeks. As a consequence, all MC members have been on their best behavior and sticking to strictly legit business.

  Sally tugs on my arm, and it’s her turn to glare. She’s cute when she acts all jealous and possessive. Juliya’s got a nice rack, but if I was going to plunge into one, it would be Sa
lly’s. She’s got all the right curves in all the right places. I’ve watched her strip often enough to know. If I close my eyes, I can see her without a stitch on, humping the pole, and that’s all I need to get a hard-on.

  Yeah, that’s just what I needed to think about right now!

  Of course Sally notices, and she frowns. If I know my Sally, she’s wondering if looking at Juliya’s plunging neckline got me there.

  No, sweetie, it’s you and only you, but I’ll rot in hell before I’ll let you know. My pretty Sally deserves someone nice, someone who will never know that she stripped her way through college and will think of her as the nice girl she would have been if life had dealt her a different hand.

  So sure, right now my life sucks, but it’s all on me. After all, no one put a gun to my head and forced me to join the force.

  CHAPTER TWO

  Sally

  Of course I had to be the one to catch the stupid bouquet. Standing at the bottom of the church’s steps with the flowers in my hand, I plaster on my best smile for Mimi’s sake. She winks at me, and her brown eyes move to Slider’s face to study his reaction. The way he stiffened when I took his arm to walk out of the church made me so mad, I don’t even want to look at him right now. Who knows what’s going on inside that man’s head?

  Most of the time when he looks at me, I know for certain he wants me, but as soon as he realizes I’m watching him, something clicks and he shuts down. Everything I think I see in his eyes vanishes, and I’m left to wonder if it was just wishful thinking on my part. Mimi says she can see it too, and David’s said as much—well, in guy-speak. But that was last year, when I had a shit fit because Slider’s ex was trying to come back. David reassured me that as far as he could tell, the man was nuts about me.

  My fake smile turns real when I remember David saying, “Every time you go on stage, he grinds his teeth so hard, I’m afraid he’s gonna break his jaw!”

  Well, his jaw’s gonna be safe soon, because I’ve graduated and found a real job. Actually, Juliya found me a real job. The private investigation agency she works for needs an administrative assistant. I interviewed with her boss, Patricia, who’s a no-nonsense woman and very direct about what she wants. I like that. She must have liked me too since I got the job. Patricia said they needed me right away, but she respected that I need to give Slider one week’s notice. I have an unconventional job, but I still need to be professional about it. I’ll tell him on Monday. I wonder how he’s going to take it. Who knows?

  So at the end of the week, that’s it—no more stripping for me. No more clammy hands gripping my butt while tucking bills in my G-string. No doubt I’ll take a real cut in income, but I don’t care. I’m starting out my life debt free, which is better than a lot of my college friends.

  Mimi waves in my direction. She wants her bridesmaids to come take more pictures with her.

  “Come on, girls, let’s go,” Lisa says to Juliya and me.

  I march toward Mimi without a single glance in Slider’s direction, but then I realize Juliya’s not following. She’s in the middle of a staring contest with Dmitry. Now that’s an arresting pair: the Iron Tornadoes princess and the Prince of the Knights. They make a dashing couple, and the sparks flying between them are more impressive than any Fourth of July fireworks show I’ve ever seen.

  I go back and lay my hand on Dmitry’s arm. I’m not afraid of the Russian giant. I know he’ll never raise his hand to a woman. Actually, that’s not exactly true. I know he’ll never strike a woman in anger, but according to the girls he’s been with, he’s into spanking and all that shit.

  Dmitry’s somber eyes dart from Juliya’s face to mine. “What do you want, Sally?” The tone is neutral but then I don’t think I’ve ever seen him lose his cool.

  “The bride is calling us.” I tilt my head toward the church door where Mimi and Lisa are waiting.

  “And one should never make a bride wait,” he says, smiling at me. “Go, little one. I will catch up with you later.”

  Juliya snickers, but somehow, I think she enjoys being called “little one.” She and I are not little by any stretch of the imagination. Neither are Mimi and Lisa. I take Juliya’s arm, and we climb the four steps to stand next to the bride. The photographer snaps a few shots, makes us change position a couple of times, and when he’s satisfied, he lets us go.

  David is standing by the limo he rented for the day. He opens the door for us.

  Mimi lets us board first, and she says, “Go ride with Ice. I know how much you hate being in a box.”

  “You’re sure?” There’s a boyish quality to David that’s endearing.

  “Go, before I change my mind.” Mimi pushes him affectionately then lands on the backseat next to me. She kicks off her shoes, wiggles her toes, and sighs with contentment. Her expression is one of peaceful bliss.

  “That man is so sweet,” I say.

  “He is, isn’t he?” she answers with a dreamy smile.

  “Oh please, stop it. You make me want to puke.” Juliya rolls her eyes, trying to look really disgusted with all that sweetness. She comes from a family of macho men. Sweet is not their forte. Her brothers, Ice and Everest, are Dungeon something-like-bosses in the local sex club their father created.

  Funny how Juliya and I became instant friends. I come from such a different background. I don’t think anyone in my family even knew sex-clubs existed. I’ve never been in one and I’m not even remotely temped. Even though I’ve been showing off my tits and ass for a living, I’m really not one to do stuff in public, thank you very much.

  I look at Lisa, who shrugs and says, “To each his own. My brother is a very sweet man, and I’m sure he’ll make Mimi very happy.”

  “But you’re like Juliya? You favor the caveman over the gentleman?” I ask her.

  “Lucky for me, I don’t need to choose. Brian behaves like a gentleman most of the time.” Lisa prefers using Ice’s real name. She sighs and adds, “But I do enjoy when he lets out his inner caveman.”

  “Enough already with the mushy stuff,” Juliya protests, and we all laugh.

  I haven’t known Juliya for long, but I understand that dating hasn’t been easy for her. I’ve never seen her father, but he’s got a reputation for being a tough son of a bitch. Juliya told me she couldn’t get a date before she moved away to college. One look from her father, and the bravest teenagers went running for the hills… and we all know how flat Florida is. She jokes that she got big because instead of going dancing with the guys, she stayed home and ate junk food in front of the television.

  That’s her story, and she’s sticking to it. I’ve given up on excuses. I’m big because I love food, and that’s all I have to say on the subject. Plenty of guys like curves. Lisa’s found Ice and Mimi’s got David, so there’s no reason why Juliya and I can’t each find a great man who craves our lush bodies.

  I just wish Slider were that man.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Slider

  The little street is busy when Prince and I roll by David’s mother’s house. We look at each other and shrug before we ride a little farther down to park our rides.

  “We won’t stay long,” I tell Prince as we walk back. As a rule, I’m not one for big gatherings, but this one will probably be the worst ever.

  “That’s what you think.” He snorts, pointing between David’s place and the neighboring single-family home.

  Through the passage separating the two houses, I glimpse tables and chairs set up in the backyard. The reception includes a sit-down dinner, it seems. No escaping early without being rude.

  The front door of the house is ajar. We push it open and enter a nice-size living room. Behind two glass doors on the opposite wall, I see a backyard with some sort of canopy. As far as I can tell, the first floor contains the living room, kitchen and a door to the garage. A small staircase leads to the second floor, and I hear women’s laughter coming from up there.

  Prince and I walk through the doors to the yard, where
we’re greeted by an over-enthusiastic Toussaint. The kid runs to us as if we’re his long-lost uncles. Prince hugs him and rubs his head. Mimi’s got Toussaint shaved so short, he could enlist without visiting the barber.

  David’s mother looks at Toussaint with so much love I have to look away. I hope he never realizes that adults aren’t to be trusted. She loves him now, but that doesn’t mean a thing. My stepmother looked at me the same way. She was all over me and said she loved me like a son; then she skipped town without so much as a good-bye. I’ve kept my distance because I refuse to do that to Toussaint, but the kid ignores all my efforts to push him away. He’s worse than Sally! Prince notices that I’m being cold to the kid and looks at me sideways. Yeah, right, I kick puppies for lunch, but who is he to judge, he whips subs for dinner—to each his own.

  “How have you been?” Prince asks the kid.

  Mimi and Toussaint vanished last spring when she realized she was in trouble with the White Wizards. David had asked her to borrow an office key from one of those bastards. Instead of just giving him the key, she had to go find out what was behind the door and almost got caught in the act.

  “Okay, I guess. It was weird being homeschooled for a year.” Toussaint looks around and adds, “I never thought I would say this, but I’m really happy to return to All Saints School in the fall.”

  Prince laughs. “I get it. One-on-one attention may be a little too much for a kid your age.”

  “Oh no, I wasn’t alone,” Toussaint protests. “There were four of us, but… I’m not sure I’m allowed to say where we were hiding.”

  “Don’t worry, boy. We’re not trying to get information out of you. Prince was just making conversation.”

  That’s what I say but, now that I’ve seen him balking, I’m curious. I wonder why he won’t talk about where he was.