Biker's Betrayal (Biker Erotic Romance) (3 page)

“That was better than I thought I remembered it would be,” giggled Sandy, trying to catch her breath as she playfully scratched Brad’s back.

“Same,” Brad replied tersely, but sounding no less pleased with the experience.

Having copulated so vigorously on top of the covers, the pair awkwardly maneuvered underneath them before rolling over so that Sandy was sprawled on top of Brad’s powerful chest. Together they snuggled and gradually drifted towards sleep.

Only Brad actually got to sleep. Sandy was kept awake by the sweet memories of what she had just done, mixed with the sour knowledge of why she’d had to do it. She’d seduced her ex-boyfriend, ostensibly to escape his clutches, but sleeping with him for the first time in a decade brought back a deluge of emotions that were eating away at her resolve. Everything she’d said in the process of honey-trapping Brad had been true; it had broken her heart when he’d left her and their hometown, and the knowledge that she would have to betray him for the sake of her ‘family’ was breaking her heart all over again. She had to leave now, or not at all.

Sandy slowly extricated herself from Brad’s embrace and carefully removed his now flaccid cock from inside her pussy. His cum dribbled messily out of her slit, and she padded quietly to the bathroom to wipe herself down before putting her clothes back on. She rifled through his pockets and fished out the car keys that the woman agent had given him. After pocketing the keys, she took Brad’s gun and quietly pulled the slide back, loading a round into the chamber. Then she went back over to the bed and picked up a cushion, holding it against the sleeping Brad’s head with one hand and pressing the muzzle of the gun into her makeshift suppressor with the other.

The men in the Seraphim wouldn’t hesitate to kill a federal agent if it was for the good of the club, but Sandy’s resolve dissolved at this point. She tried so hard to muster up the willpower to pull the trigger, but she just couldn’t do it. Spreading her legs for the good of her fellow Seraphim was one thing, but murdering a man she’d once loved was just too much. Silently cursing her weakness and holding back tears, Sandy stuffed the gun into her belt behind her back and slipped out of the room.

***

Before getting into the armored SUV, Sandy nosed around the wheels of the vehicle before finding a small black box concealed behind the wheel guard. She detached the tracking device from its housing and dropped it on the ground before climbing into the vehicle and speeding away.

Driving for two hours brought her to a small bar in the next town. ‘Beer Angel’ was its not-so-original name; even the emblem was almost identical to that of the Speeding Seraphim. It was used as a safe house by the Speeding Seraphim and operated as a legitimate business front for their operations. Sandy parked the SUV at the other end of the road—hiding an armored vehicle that big would have been impractical—and walked to the bar.

It being long past midnight, the bar was closed; however, there were four men inside the bar, sorting through the contents of heavy crates and moving them one-by-one to the back. All four of them were wearing heavy biker jackets sporting the Speeding Seraphim emblem.

“We’re closed, sweetheart,” said one of the men gruffly, “if you want liquor, go buy some at the convenience store.”

“That’s no way to greet your old lady, Bear,” Sandy retorted, making all the men look up. The man who’d ordered her out dropped the box he was carrying and marched towards her, enveloping her in a bear-like embrace.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Sandy,” he exclaimed, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Sandy replied, kissing her boyfriend affectionately.

“When you didn’t call, I thought something had happened to you.”

“I was stopped by the cops on the way up from Vegas,” Sandy explained, “it was a routine check, but they found the guns.”

“How’d you get away?” Bear asked, puzzled.

“I convinced them I was just a groupie and managed to jack a car to get here. I don’t think I was followed, but we should probably hurry up with the packing.”

“You boys keep loading the guns,” Bear ordered the other three men. “We need to be out of here in the next twenty minutes.”

“Look, I’m really sorry about the shipment, Bear,” Sandy said, feeling strangely free of guilt at the fact that she’d escaped ATF custody by cheating on the man to whom she was apologizing.

“Don’t sweat it, darling,” Bear reassured her, “the cops and the Feds have been trying to crawl up our asses for years; these things happen. The important thing is you got away. Plus, fewer guns available means higher prices at the auction tomorrow.”

“Always a silver lining,” said Sandy with an appreciative smile.

“Always,” Bear leaned in and kissed Sandy, running his hands up and down her body.

“I still have a spare rubber if you’re down for a quickie,” suggested Bear, worming his hand underneath Sandy’s jacket.

“Not while there’re all these guns to move,” said Sandy, gently removing Bear’s probing hands, “maybe later tonight.”

Adding to Sandy’s discomfort was the leaking sensation in the crotch of her panties as Brad’s cum dripped into her underwear. The longer she kept Bear away from her goodies, the less likely it was that he’d find another man’s DNA inside her.

“Fine by me, sweetheart,” said Bear with a grin.

Without warning, the glass of the windows was smashed and a small, egg-shaped object flew in through the broken window, rolling to a halt on the floor. Sandy and her fellow bikers knew what it was before it landed, but failed to react in time as the device exploded.

Sandy woke up on the floor, but had to wait for the momentary deafness and blindness to dissipate before realizing that a full SWAT team was crowded into the bar, arresting and hauling away three of the Seraphim bikers. As Sandy staggered to her feet and her vision cleared up, she saw a fourth biker lying on the ground with a gun in his hand and blood leaking from his chest and mouth. An ATF agent was standing over his body, clutching a shotgun with a smoking barrel. The flash-bang had been so loud she hadn’t even heard the shotgun being fired. As the agent turned around to face her, Sandy was horrified to recognize both the agent and the man he’d gunned down. Her boyfriend had just been killed by her ex-boyfriend.

“You should at least have stayed till dawn, sweetheart,” said Brad, sporting an ATF Kevlar vest on his chest and an evil smile on his face, “we don’t like fugitives going AWOL in the middle of the night.”

“You son of a bitch, you killed my boyfriend!” Sandy screamed in anger and grief.

“Well, he was going to kill me,” explained Brad casually, “so I killed him first.”

“We’d like the keys back, now,” said Agent Philips, holstering her own weapon.

“What keys?” asked Sandy, confused and still frozen with shock.

“The keys to the SUV you stole in order to get here,” Philips clarified, “we know you have them, or else we’d never have found this place.”

“You put a tracking device inside the car keys?!” stammered Sandy in disbelief.

“Well, people can’t throw the keys away like they can the decoy next to the front wheel,” explained Brad. “You used me to escape from custody, so we used you to find the criminals we’ve been hunting for over a year without any success.”

“What the fuck happened to you, Brad?” Sandy asked, barely able to comprehend the scale of the deceit of which the man she’d once been so close to was evidently capable.

“I left home and I left you. That’s what happened,” was Brad’s cold and terse answer. “Although last night’s stroll down memory lane was very gratifying…”

Sandy drew her gun in a fit of anger, the gun she’d taken from Brad in the motel, and pulled the trigger in his direction. The gun went off with a tiny
pop
but there was no kick, no puff of fire from the barrel.
A blank... There's no powder... A goddamn blank.
Sandy thought as Agent Philips’ fist made contact with Sandy’s temple. Sandy hit the ground for the second time in a row and she started to fade out of consciousness.

“It’s nothing personal, Sandy,” said Brad’s voice, coming from somewhere above her, “I really did love you once… but in my position, you’d have done the same thing.”

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