Marked Skulls MC Series: Books 1-5

by Savannah Rylan

  “Are you okay?” he asked and I managed to nod my head. I was glad to see him but I was also in shock from everything that was going on.

  What was he doing here? I didn’t think he wanted to see me again, but there was no time to think about that, because he had pushed past me and stepped over to the man who had just manhandled me.

  I whipped around to see them facing off. The man stood up from his seat, and they were glaring at each other. They were almost the same height, Rodeo was a little taller.

  “Keep your hands off her!” Rodeo barked and shoved him back with both hands. He stumbled back but came charging at Rodeo in the next second.

  “What did you say motherfucker?” he growled and his hand was at Rodeo’s throat.

  I shrieked when I saw Rodeo punch him in the gut, loosening the man’s grip from his throat. The man stumbled back again and came at Rodeo again. I was in the grip of violence again, and this time I didn’t duck in fear like last time when I saw Fred being shot.

  “No! Rodeo!” I screamed. I didn’t want Rodeo to get hurt.

  We had caught the attention of the people in the diner by now. Nelly, Mac and some of the other members of staff had gathered around us. Mac, who was the owner of the diner, pushed past me in anger.

  “You boys take it outside. Not in here or I’ll call the cops!” Mac yelled. Rodeo, who had his hand at the man’s neck now, turned to glare at Mac.

  “Outside!” Mac yelled again and pointed at the door.

  “Fine!” Rodeo growled and grabbing the guy’s jacket collar, he started dragging him out of the diner. The man struggled and kicked but allowed himself to be dragged out.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Nelly screamed after me, as she saw me taking my apron off.

  “I’m going after them! You guys did nothing!” I shrieked at her, and turning on my heels I ran after Rodeo who had dragged the man outside by now.

  “Rodeo, please stop,” I screeched, bursting out of the doors.

  The two of them were hitting at each other now, and they had both landed effective punches. Rodeo had a bloody lip, matching the bruises on the man’s face.

  Neither of them even seemed to notice that I was there. I clasped my hands to my mouth as I watched them punching each other.

  “Rodeo!” I screamed again, but he didn’t even turn to look at me.

  “What the fuck do you want? Are you with the MC?” Rodeo yelled as he pushed the man against a wall. He had him pinned up now, lifting him up a few inches off the ground by the neck. The man’s limbs flailed as he tried to loosen Rodeo’s grip on his neck.

  “No, just let him go. Let’s get out of here!” I begged Rodeo, but he wasn’t paying me any attention. I was afraid that he was going to get badly hurt. He was already hurt, he was already bleeding. I just didn’t want it to get worse. But to me, it seemed like now that Rodeo had a taste of the fight, he wasn’t going to stop till he had knocked the man unconscious…or worse?

  “Fuck you, motherfucker!” the man growled, and then he spat on Rodeo’s face which made him knock his head back against the wall. I screamed when I heard the sound of the man’s skull ramming against the wall. How was he still conscious? How did he still have the strength to fight back?

  I could feel hot tears rolling down my cheeks now. I couldn’t keep looking at this scale of violence, it was making me sick. I didn’t want to imagine what it would be like if the roles were reversed. If it was the man who had Rodeo pinned up against the wall.

  “Please, Rodeo, please stop. Let’s just go!” I begged as I watched Rodeo squeeze the man’s neck. I couldn’t understand what had made him this mad? Was it because the man had touched me? Because I had screamed? What was he even doing here?

  The man kicked Rodeo, and this time he wasn’t prepared and he went hurtling back. Rodeo was on the ground and the man gathered himself and jumped on him.

  “Oh my God! Rodeo!” I screamed in horror as I saw the man take a punch right at Rodeo’s jaw. He was going to die! I was going to lose him!

  I couldn’t stop crying. My vision was blurred. Rodeo was going to die because of me!

  That was when I felt the hands on my body. I felt them before I saw them. Two sets of arms wound around my torso, and one hand was on my mouth. There were at least two men who had crept up behind me and now they were dragging me away.

  I screamed and kicked, my screams chaffed the back of my throat but my voice was muffled because of the hand on my mouth. I was being pulled away, in the opposite direction, while Rodeo was still on the ground, while the man was still sitting on him, pinning him down.

  I hadn’t seen the men who were carrying me away, but I had a pretty good idea of what was going on. It was time. They had finally come for me, and they were going to take me away or kill me, right in front of Rodeo and he wasn’t going to be able to do anything about it.

  13

  Rodeo

  I tasted the metallic flavor of blood in my mouth, and till that moment; all I could hear was white noise. I blinked rapidly, just as the guy was about to punch me in my face again. I was jolted back to my senses. I heard Jordan’s scream behind me and realized that the fucker had me pinned to the ground.

  I rammed my palm into his fist, using all the strength in my body to push him off me. He had a bleeding nose too and I could feel that my knuckles were badly bruised. I whipped around to see Jordan being dragged away.

  There were two guys in leather jackets with the Hell’s Drifters patches on their backs and they were pulling her away.

  “Jordan!” I roared, just as the other guy, the one who I had pushed away, jumped on my back. I was down on the ground again and he was holding me back.

  I could see Jordan kicking and screaming as they were dragging her away. There was a muscle car parked at some distance, and I knew they were dragging her to it. If they managed to get her in that car, I would lose her. I knew that.

  I rammed my head back into the guy again, getting his nose which I heard crack. He grabbed my collar, pulling me back but this time I turned around and head butted him. I’d had enough. Our foreheads clanked and I felt the zing right in my brain, a cracking sound. He stumbled and then fell back.

  I whipped around and ran after the two guys who had Jordan in their grip. I pulled my gun out of my belt and pointed it at them.

  “Stop the Fuck! I’ll fucking shoot! Stop!” I growled, chasing them down the street. Jordan was thankfully slowing them down. She hadn’t given up kicking and screaming, she was putting up a bloody good fight.

  One of the guys let her go and pulled out his own gun. The other stood behind him, with his arms still tightly wound around Jordan.

  “What are you going to do, buddy?” the man pointing the gun at me hissed. They were several feet away from me, I was panting and trying to keep my hand steady. The street was quiet. Abnormally quiet. If there were people in houses who’d heard us, they were too afraid to peep and look out.

  “Don’t take a fucking step!” the guy growled and I clenched my jaws. I could feel the sweat dripping down from my forehead and into my eyes. My lip was split open and bleeding. Jordan was still screaming and trying to break free.

  “You shoot me and he shoots her,” the guy said, and the other one who was holding Jordan, pulled his gun out and pressed it to her forehead. Jordan was wincing, she had her eyes closed and I could see that she was muttering something under her breath. All I wanted to fucking do was bring her to safety.

  “Let her go and we can sort this out amongst ourselves,” I said, taking one step ahead.

  “Not another move, hero,” the guy growled and I stopped in my tracks. Jordan let out another high-pitched cry. I could feel every muscle in my arm twitching. I had endured too many punches to keep holding the gun straight.

  “Let her go. She’s going to keep her mouth shut. She hasn’t told anybody anything,” I barked.

  “She told you, didn’t she? And all you had to do was get her panties in a tangle,” t
he man said, and then he made the mistake of looking to his side to pass a slithering smile towards Jordan.

  I pulled the trigger, shooting him in his thigh and he collapsed to the ground, giving me a clear shot of the other guy. In the blink of an eye, I had shot him too, getting him on the side of his stomach.

  “Run!” I yelled as his grip on Jordan’s arms weakened a little. She did as she was told. She was running away from the two men, right down the middle of the road. She was running in the direction of her apartment and I chased after her.

  There were two more shots fired as I ran, missing me by inches. The guys on the ground were still trying to shoot us. I could hear Jordan crying, and her shoes squeaking on the concrete road as she kept running ahead of me. I was close behind her.

  “Keep running, Jordan, keep going!” I yelled and she didn’t stop.

  “Where should we go? They’re going to come to my place!” she screamed, turning her head to look at me. A streetlight illuminated her face for a few moments as she passed underneath it. I saw the fear in her bloodshot eyes, I would have given anything to keep her safe. I would have taken a bullet for her in that moment if it would have kept her safe.

  “They won’t. They won’t do that at the same place they killed Fred. The cops are all over that crime scene,” I said, as I caught up with her.

  We had reached her apartment building now and we both slowed down. Jordan was panting, and she rushed up the steps and opened the door of the building.

  “Are you saying that my apartment is the safest place for me right now?” she asked and I nodded my head as I followed her up the steps.

  “They won’t want to attract any more attention to this crime scene. That is why they haven’t come to your apartment yet,” I told her.

  Jordan fumbled in her pocket for keys and then pushed open the door. We both tumbled into her apartment and I locked the door behind me.

  She was standing in front of me with heaving shoulders now, trying to catch her breath. Despite the messy hair, the running mascara and the tear stained cheeks; no other woman had ever looked as beautiful before.

  Jordan was crouched down in front of me, while I remained submerged in the water of her bathtub.

  It was warm and soothing and strange. Nobody had commanded me to take a bath before, not even my mom, not even as a kid. This was new to me, and the fact that there was a woman who was taking care of my aches and wounds was a strange feeling.

  Why did it have to feel so good at the same time?

  “I really don’t need this, I’m fine,” I argued with her again but every time I tried to stand up in the tub, Jordan kept pushing me back into the water.

  “You do! You have bruises all over your body, you just need to relax a little,” she insisted. She was still in the uniform from the diner and there was a tear on the side of her skirt from the struggle earlier. I tried not to look at it because it kept reminding me of how close I had come to losing her, and how that had made me feel.

  She had a sponge in her hand, which she kept soaking in the water and then rubbing gently over me. The part that she said about the bruises was true—I did have them all over my body, but I didn’t need a bath!

  I was still fighting the urge to admit that this was actually relaxing. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been in a bath like this. Jordan had sprinkled in some floral smelling salts which made the water bubble and get foamy. I couldn’t believe that I was actually enjoying this!

  I looked over at Jordan as she bent over me, running the sponge over my chest. The sponge hovered over the spot on the side of my abs that had turned to a purplish-red color.

  I reached for a bunch of her rich dark hair that had fallen over her face, and I brushed it away with my fingers. She fluttered her eyelids and looked at me, her eyes were sparkling and her cheeks were flushed red.

  “You need to be taken care of too,” I said, and my thumb stroked her chin. Jordan shook her head and shied her eyes away from me.

  “I’m fine. I’m not bruised or hurting anywhere,” she said and then stopped moving the sponge. She stepped away from me and sat down with folded knees on the tiled floor of the bathroom.

  I straightened myself up, making some of the water splash out of the tub. I could see that her eyes were watering now. She had put on a brave face, she hadn’t cried or complained since we returned to the apartment.

  “Jordan?” I said her name softly. She looked down at her lap, keeping her eyes averted from me.

  “It’s nothing. I’m fine,” she said and dabbed at her eyes with her fingers.

  I tried to get out of the tub again and she looked up at me with a jerk.

  “Don’t get out, keep sitting!” she commanded and I did as I was told. I was willing to do anything to make her feel better.

  “Talk to me, Jordan,” I said to her instead, and she took in a deep breath before meeting my eyes again.

  “It’s all suddenly very real. I thought I was going to be fine, that it was all in my head. I had even convinced myself somehow that maybe, just maybe, the shooter hadn’t seen me at the window. But tonight, there were armed men dragging me into a car. They were going to shoot me. They would have killed me if you weren’t there!” she said and burst into tears.

  I couldn’t just keep sitting there in the tub anymore. I pulled myself out of the water and settled down on the floor beside her.

  I reached for her face, cradling her cheeks in both my hands.

  “But I was, and you’re fine. Now I know their faces. I’ve located the shooter too. I’m going to get to them before they can get to you. Do you hear me?” I said.

  Jordan wiped her cheeks with her hands again and then nodded her head. Her eyes were still bloodshot, and her eyelashes were damp from her tears. I was sitting naked in front of her, drenched in foamy water.

  “I want to give you a hug but you’ll get wet,” I said.

  Jordan looked up at me and laughed, and I laughed along with her.

  Then she threw her arms around my neck and I pulled her close. I felt warm hugging her, it felt good to have her in my arms. She looked into my eyes again and I could see that she was feeling a little better.

  “I thought you weren’t coming back. I thought I’d scared you off today when I offered to make you breakfast,” she said and I stroked her hair. I wasn’t sure of what to say. This was still too fast for me, and it was ridiculous that it felt so right. Jordan was on my lap, her warm body was rubbing against my cock and I could feel those familiar desires for her rushing in my veins again.

  “I had things to do. I had to go find the shooter,” I said and Jordan arched an eyebrow at me.

  “So I didn’t spook you?” she asked and I grinned at her.

  “Maybe a little,” I admitted and we both broke into laughter again.

  Jordan nodded her head and slowly detangled herself from me before standing up.

  “Maybe I should get something for your lip, some bandages for your bruises?” she asked and I stared up at her. I wanted her. Why was it this hard to resist her?

  I reached for her hand and pulled her down on my lap again.

  “Just stay here. Don’t fucking move,” I murmured, and I placed my hands on the sides of her face. I would have exploded if I didn’t kiss her again.

  14

  Jordan

  Rodeo kissed me softly and I closed my eyes. I opened my mouth wide to allow him to slide his tongue in between my lips. His fingers weaved into my hair, bunching them, holding me tightly and I pressed myself into his body.

  He was warm and damp, and my breasts pressed against his hard chest. I could feel the wetness spreading between my legs already. As Rodeo’s tongue slid in and out of my mouth, I realized that I had never felt this safe before. Just being in his arms was enough to soothe my soul.

  I angled my face, as his mouth sought out my tongue. His rough beard was scratching the skin around my mouth, tingling my lips—I liked how that felt.

  “You’re so
soft,” he growled, when we parted for breath. I couldn’t help but smile. A few hours ago, I thought I had nobody. I thought that I wouldn’t see Rodeo ever again, that I had scared him away. But he had showed up at the diner just when I needed him, he’d rescued me from men who were going to kidnap me—in all probability kill me too. I felt grateful, and my hand travelled down from his chest to the throbbing cock hanging between his legs.

  Rodeo clenched his jaws when my hand met his cock. His blue eyes were on fire, looking deep into mine. I stroked his cock, my hand sliding up and down his length in slow motions. His hands started sliding down from my hair too, down my back and to my waist. He was assessing the shape of my thighs, my legs—then he was rolling up my skirt, bunching it up around my waist.

  When his hands touched the insides of my thighs, I shuddered. I started stroking him harder, making his cock throb and grow bigger in my hand.

  “Rodeo…” I murmured his name, as his fingers teased the folds of my pussy through the fabric of my panties.

  “Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he growled, and his eyes narrowed and became darker. I gulped and licked my lips. I didn’t know where to begin!

  “I…I…” I was fumbling with the words, while my hands continued to stroke his cock.

  We were sitting on the bathroom floor, facing each other; our legs were tangled up together and our breathing was heavy.

  “Tell me exactly what you want,” he said, in a harsher more commanding voice. I was quivering for him, I was stroking him harder as we stared into each other’s eyes.

  “I want you to spank me,” I blurted. I had never said those words to anybody before. I didn’t even know that I wanted to be spanked, that I had ever harbored those thoughts.

  A smile was spreading on Rodeo’s face, he was pleased with my response.

  Grabbing me by my waist, he pulled me up on his lap. He was positioning me in a way so that my breasts were pressed down on his thighs and my legs were stretched out. My butt arched upwards towards him and I could feel electric shocks running up and down my spine.