Devil's Angels Boxed Set: Bikers and Alpha Bad Boy Erotic Romance (64 page)

CHAPTER FIVE

Before getting into the armored SUV, Miriam 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. Miriam 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; but 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.” Miriam 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, Miriam,” he exclaimed, “are you ok?”

“I’m fine,” Miriam 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,” Miriam 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,” Miriam 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 Miriam with an appreciative smile.

“Always,” Bear leaned in and kissed Miriam, 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 Miriam’s jacket.

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

Adding to Miriam’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 shattered. A small cylinder flew in through the broken window and came to a halt on the floor. Miriam and her fellow bikers knew what it was before it landed but all failed to react in time as the stun grenade blossomed with the light of a million suns and a deafening
bang
.

Miriam 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 Miriam 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, Miriam 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!” Miriam 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 Miriam, 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 Miriam 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?” Miriam 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 left you. That’s what happened.” was Brad’s cold and terse answer, “although last night’s stroll down memory lane was very gratifying…”

Miriam 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 click of an empty weapon echoed around the bar before Agent Philips’ fist made contact with Miriam’s temple. Miriam hit the ground for the second time in a row and she started to fade out of consciousness.

“It’s nothing personal, Miriam,” 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.

CHAPTER SIX

Miriam unzipped the grease covered overalls and stepped out of them, grateful to be finished with fixing cars and bikes for the day. She hung the overalls up on the rack and went to the office. Spider was already sitting at the desk, fiddling with the parts of a disassembled handgun.

"I thought we were out of the gun-running business." said Miriam as she signed out.

"Of course we are, sweetheart," Spider replied without looking up from his work, "you remember the ATF screwing us at the bar, right?"

"I was there, remember?" said Miriam, flinching at the unwelcome memory.

"Shit, I'm sorry," said Spider apologetically, getting up to face Miriam, "I didn't mean to make you go through all that again."

"It's ok, Spider, I'm over it," Miriam lied.

The truth was she could barely stand being reminded of it, even after four years. Every detail was still fresh, from her unfaithful, honey-trap coupling with Brad that night in the motel, to the sight of that same Brad, clad in ATF garb and holding a smoking shotgun, standing over the corpse of her boyfriend--the now deceased leader of the Speeding Seraphim.

Spider went over to the office safe, dialed in the combination, and pulled out a wad of cash, counting out several bills and handing it to Miriam.

"There's a thousand bucks in there," said Spider, pulling out a ledger to log the payout, "business has been pretty damn good this past week, and you've earned a bonus."

"About time," said Miriam with a satisfied smile as she pocketed the cash, "I've been working my ass off at this job."

"You sure have," answered Spider, "the club's not gonna go near the gun-running business again anytime soon, but we are looking to expand the car parts business."

"It's only the men who run the Seraphim's business ventures," Miriam pointed out, "what's that got to do with me?"

"You might not be an 'official' Seraphim biker, but you're as much a part of the family as anyone else. And you're sure as hell more than just another groupie." Spider explained, "We all know it hasn't been easy raising Bear's kid without him; so if you ever need extra work for extra cash, you should know it's on the table for you."

"Thanks, Spider," Miriam replied with an appreciative smile, "but Emily and I are getting by just fine, and I need to be there for her on the weekends. Plus, I don't want her exposed to this kind of life. I'll help cut up the cars you boost to help pay the bills, but I'd like to keep my little girl away from all that."

"That's fine, Miriam," Spider said with a nod, placing his hand on her shoulder affectionately, "you do what's best for her."

"Shit!" Miriam cursed when she saw the time, "I have to go pick her up from kindergarten."

CHAPTER SEVEN

As she drove down Main Street, Miriam's mind wandered uneasily back to the events of four years ago, and its enduring consequences.
 As the girlfriend of their dead leader and the ostensible mother of his daughter, all the Speeding Seraphim held her in exceptionally high regard. She had even earned the position of unofficial Seraphim given all the practical work she did around the club garage. If they knew the truth, they would probably kill her.

She and Bear had always used condoms without any accidents; that meant that Emily's father was undoubtedly Miriam's treacherous old flame: Brad. She loved her daughter more than anything in the world, but it was pretty galling to have been impregnated by the man who'd double crossed her and then killed her boyfriend. Worst of all, it was total hypocrisy on her part to complain about being deceived by Brad given how she'd slept with him in order to steal his car and his gun. She'd even put the gun to his head when he was asleep, only to find herself unable to pull the trigger.

Brad had always been clever at getting himself into and out of trouble, but the level of cold deceit he'd displayed that day was totally unlike him. In fact, it was so uncharacteristic of him that part of Miriam wondered if it had been an act. It would explain why the weapons smuggling charge for which she'd originally been arrested had mysteriously disappeared. The rest of the Seraphim assumed she'd been dismissed as just another groupie by the ATF, but it wouldn't be that far-fetched if Brad had pulled some strings to keep her out of prison.

Miriam slapped herself across the face at the thought. At best, it was just wishful thinking to compensate for the fact that she'd once had feelings for Brad. At worst, it meant potential blackmail material to allow the Feds to manipulate her into betraying her fellow Seraphim. Even if it were true, it didn't change the fact that Brad had killed Bear, and used her to do it. As long as she never saw that son of a bitch again, all would be well.

***

As Miriam pulled up and stepped out of the car, the love of her life came running towards her. Emily was a healthy, bubbly three year old without a care in the world. As Miriam embraced her daughter and hoisted her up into the air, all her fears and worries melted away. Emily may have had her father's eyes and nose, but her giggle was her own and never failed to bring a smile to her mother's face.

As Miriam walked back to the car with her daughter in her arms, she noticed another car on the other side of the road; it was an armored SUV with blacked out windows parked directly opposite the kindergarten, and it looked like the kind of vehicle the Feds used, including the ATF. That possibility made Miriam feel uneasy, very uneasy indeed. Miriam put Emily in the car, fastened her seatbelt, and drove off as quickly as she could; the better to put some distance between herself and that menacing SUV.

***

Miriam and Emily lived in a comfortable, suburban bungalow on the edge of town. Normally Miriam could never have afforded such a nice home on the salary she had, but the property developer had gotten into trouble with the Seraphim a few years ago, and part of his penance had been to sell the house to the girlfriend of their late leader at a rock bottom price. As a result, Miriam and her daughter had a cozy, suburban life together, minus the crippling mortgage debts.

Emily was worn out, as three year olds often were in the afternoon, so Miriam put her to bed for a nap. Once Emily had dozed off in her room, Miriam stashed her money away in the safe with the rest of her hard-earned cash before taking a shower and changing into something more comfortable. She lay down on the sofa and switched on the TV, but with nothing interesting to watch, she turned it off again and sprawled herself out on the cushions in an effort to relax.

The warm afternoon sunshine bathing her body through the blinds was immensely soothing, and Miriam found her worries dissolving away. But they wouldn’t disappear completely, and seeing that SUV waiting outside Emily's school continued to bother her. With three of their number in jail, the Speeding Seraphim were in no position to take on more heat from the ATF or anyone else. If it really was a federal agency vehicle, she'd have to tell the gang as soon as possible so they could plan accordingly.

But what if it were Brad in the vehicle? As much as Miriam hoped she'd never have to run into him again, she couldn't rule it out. Maybe the ATF was planning another operation in the region and wanted to recruit her as an informer against the Seraphim. That would be a guaranteed death sentence if she were found out; not to mention she'd sooner put a bullet in Brad's head than trust him a second time. Would he really have the gall to come see her again after what had happened between them?

Miriam tried to banish anymore thoughts of Brad from her mind and just drift off to sleep; but the more she tried not to think about Brad, the more he kept popping up in her thoughts. Most intrusive of all were the memories of her night with Brad, the most intense coupling she'd experienced in years. Even though the only good consequence of spreading her legs for the enemy had been Emily, she still couldn't do away with the genuine excitement those memories evoked. More confusing still, a large part of her didn't want to. In spite of her present worries and fears for the future, basking in the afternoon sun was making Miriam's body feel warm and fuzzy; she could even feel a wet sensation starting to bloom in the crotch of her panties.

Miriam's hand slipped down unbidden between her legs, taking a hold of her groin and rubbing it gently through the material of her sweatpants. She hated Brad for deceiving her and killing Bear in front of her, and she hated herself for betraying Bear and potentially the Speeding Seraphim by having the child of the same ATF agent who'd killed her boyfriend, but there was something inexplicably arousing about what she’d done and--for the time being, at least--had successfully gotten away with. She'd slept with the enemy and given birth to his child, committing the ultimate deceit against the people who'd been her family for fourteen years; and she had yet to be caught.

Miriam slipped her fingers down into her sweatpants and began rubbing her clitoris in slow circles, causing a fiery tingling to build up in her belly. As her eyes rolled back in response to the pleasure, she couldn't help but picture Brad on top of her in all his naked glory, pinning her wrists to the bed and thrusting into her like a champion bull. The ATF had been chasing the Speeding Seraphim for at least a year before the raid that ended their gun-running business; had Brad known that he was screwing the girlfriend of the gang leader he'd been hunting for so long? The thought was deliciously dirty in Miriam's mind as she embraced the scale of the betrayal she'd committed ostensibly for the good of the club. Perhaps the real reason she hated Brad for double-crossing her was that it reminded her of what a lying hypocrite she was. That was nothing to be proud of, and Miriam certainly didn't feel proud of it, but there was no harm in fantasizing in the security of her own home.

The jingle of the doorbell interrupted Miriam's self-pleasuring, making her jolt in surprise. She jumped to her feet and guiltily wiped her pleasure stained fingers on the sofa before straightening herself out. Who the hell would call on her at this time of day, anyway? If Spider or Nicole needed something, they could just call her on her cell phone. In any case, there was only one way to find out who it was. Cursing in sexual frustration, Miriam made her way to the front door and opened it. She froze completely when she saw who it was.