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The radio in the car was off as I drove to the police station. Silence was what I needed. My head was so muddled with too many thoughts. His cock splitting my legs wide open, his sculpted arms flexing as he fucked me hard. Why did Copper have to be so damn hot? Why did he have to be an outlaw? Could our worlds really work together? Could a relationship survive?

I didn't want to think about Copper anymore. I finally had a plan to keep the streets safe. I searched my purse in the passenger seat and pulled out the folded piece of paper. Weapon stashes, drug locations, and whorehouses. This was everything I needed to take down The Death Merchants. Or at least hurt them enough to get them to back down.

But doing this would give more power to the Firebrand MC. Like Copper said, “Lesser of two evils.” Copper might be a criminal but at least he didn't want a war. A battle that could cost hundreds of innocents their lives. The Mexicans had to be stopped.

Officer Moore met me in the parking lot of the station as I got out of my car. “What's going on, Officer?”

Moore fumbled around until he found the words. “Good morning, Sheriff. We got a call early this morning about a shootout with the Blacks and Mexicans.”

“How many dead?” I asked, locking my car and walking with purpose into the station.

“At least five. Two of them were a couple eating dinner at a restaurant across the street.”

My heart dropped. It had already begun. This plan needed to go into effect right away. “Moore, I need everyone here today. I mean
everyone.
We're going to raid the Mexicans.”

“What about...the shooting, Sheriff?” Moore stuttered.

“We already know who did it. Not much we can do there. Send two guys over to process the crime scene. The rest need to be here.”

—

The raid turned out to be the biggest in Sacks County history. Millions of dollars of drugs were confiscated, weapons were taken off the street, illegal whorehouses were shut down. Twenty Death Merchant members were arrested. Our jail was filled to capacity and the judge was going to have a full plate.

The mayor held a press conference and this time I wasn't nervous as I took the stage. My position as Sheriff was confirmed and the people believed that I could really turn things around in this town. But what about Copper and I?

A few days passed and I hadn't heard from him. My body longed for him and touching myself at night was the only way to relax. Was he just using me for my position? Now that the Mexicans were dealt with, was our business transaction over? Should I try and contact him? Too many questions and no answers.

The Mexicans were pretty much done with. Between the cops and the Blacks, they were almost completely decimated. The Death Merchants were far from out though. Other chapters would come to their rescue to defend their territory but they wouldn't be bothering us for much longer. The Firebrand MC was stronger than ever.

I thought I could forget about Valerie and move on. Focus on the MC. I was the President now and I couldn't afford the distractions. But that bitch was stuck in my skull. Her soft lips against mine and my hard cock inside her was an unforgettable image.

After a meeting with the MC, everyone filed out and Stone stayed behind. “Everything going okay, Prez?”

“Things couldn't be better. I can't believe we were able to take down The Death Merchants.”

Stone slapped me on the back. “You did good, Copper. We tried to work with the Mexicans during my time but there were too many differences between us. I'm glad it was you at the head of the table instead of me. Barely any blood was spilled. That's something to be proud of.”

“That means a lot coming from you. I always tried to think of what you would do in each situation.”

Stone laughed. “Well I think you did better than me, kid. But I think there's more going on in that head of yours.”

Stone could see straight through me. He had known me since I was a high-school troublemaker. I sighed. “I can't settle some things in my mind.”

Stone sat down at the meeting table and I joined him at the head. “Take my advice, Copper, don't be like me and let the girl of your dreams pass you by. You're hardwired to fuck and forget but you don't want to be my age and wishing you did something different.”

“Fuck and forget...God damn, Stone, I tried to forget so hard.”

“Some people are meant to be forgotten. Others aren't. She sounds like a chick who shouldn't be forgotten. Now go get the fucking girl before I swoop in and steal her from you.” Stone pretended to jab me with his left hook in slow motion.

“Yeah I get the idea. Thanks for the advice.” We embraced and brushed off each other's leather cuts. “I'm glad you stayed, Stone. This club still needs you.”

He looked down at his leather gloves. “We'll see how long these old decrepit hands will let me ride.”

The chaos and confusion in my head was slowly clearing away. Stone was right. Why fight against my feelings. I asked Big Mike for a shot of whiskey to get some liquid courage. Time to go to the police station and take what's mine.

I walked outside and found Valerie standing next to my bike. She was wearing her uniform but her brown hair was down, blowing in the wind. I watched the sun reflect off her pale skin and cursed at myself for waiting this long.

“I needed to talk to you, Copper,” she said, her fists clenched at her sides. Tears were in her eyes but her face was full of determination.

I put my finger to her lips. “Shh...” I took her in my arms and kissed her like it had been a thousand years since we saw each other last. She melted away against me and Valerie was finally all mine.

The aroma of the barbecue was like heaven on earth. The long picnic table in the back of the clubhouse was surrounded by the entire MC. The table was set up with plates, forks, knives, and napkins. We each had a cold beer sitting next to us, freshly opened.

Claire raised her bottle. “Who the fuck would have ever believed that the law would be sitting at the table with us. You're a beautiful soul, Valerie, and we're glad you can put up with Copper's fucked-up behavior.”

“Thanks so much, Claire,” Copper replied sarcastically.

I mouthed the words thank you to her as we all clinked our beers together. Big Mike brought over a big plate of steaks and we all dug in. The corn was fantastic and the meat was juicy and perfectly cooked. Copper kept eying me like I was his own piece of meat. That man had boundless energy. He already fucked me this morning and he'd have his way with me again tonight. I'd never known so many orgasms in my life. My body just reacted to him in a different way.

Iron and Rebecca sat at the opposite end with baby Isaac bouncing on Iron's knee. They looked like a real family. Maybe someday Copper and I could have that. But that would be far off in the future. For now, I was happy just to spend time with Copper.

When I moved here to become Sheriff, I was afraid of losing my friends and family. It was terrifying to start somewhere fresh. I didn't want my life to only become my career. But I had found something here I never expected—love.

Copper draped his arm over me and kissed me, his breath smelling of beer and cigarettes. I couldn't help but swell with pride. He was all for me.

I looked over at the other MC members and laughed to myself that I considered them enemies just a year ago. Now they were family.

The End

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Don't get too close...

Blazing hot, inked, and filthy. Stone is every naughty girl's fantasy.

His dark eyes watch me with a hunger. The way his rough hands hold me down... his soft lips on mine. He taught me how to use my body in ways I never thought possible.

But he's also my captor.

I swore I'd never get in the middle of this war. But I had no choice. Stone is going to use me to win. What
a f*cking prick.

The abandoned warehouse of the Firebrand MC loomed before me. It's broken windows and peeling paint showed it's age. The old repair shop sign had faded away from the bright sun. The rows of Harleys in the front was same as it was thirty years ago. This club had been my entire life and I'd finally given it up.

Being the President of the Firebrand MC was no easy task. The amount of blood on my hands would never be washed away. The things I did in the name of my brothers would never be forgotten. And the amount of whores I emptied my balls into could never fill the void. Stepping down lifted a huge burden off my shoulders but I didn't know what to do with the rest of my time. The club was all I knew.

Copper was the new President now and he'd do a fine job. He was smart, strong, and above all else—willing to do whatever it took. But I could see the anguish on his face. Copper was being slowly destroyed from the inside out. He was about to make the same mistake I made all those years ago. “Take my advice, Copper, don't be like me and let the girl of your dreams pass you by. You're hardwired to fuck and forget but you don't want to be my age and wishing you did something different,” I told him.

Copper didn't have to give his life to the MC. He could be President
and
find happiness. But only if he could get past his deep-rooted ideas of what it means to be a biker.

I stared up at the motorcycle club, it's white banner with Firebrand written all over it flapping in the wind. My mind returned to the good ol' days when the warehouse was a motorcycle repair shop. We weren't really good at fixing customer's bikes—we could barely fix our own. But it was ours and we loved it.

I remembered spending my days in the hot sun, drinking a cold beer, oil and grease all over my face. It couldn't get much better than that.

The repair shop didn't last very long after Cash was gunned down. He was always the best with numbers. We almost lost the entire warehouse but a few threatening words with the landlord made us able to keep the place even though we weren't running a business anymore. I always had plans to reopen the repair shop but never got around to it.
Real
club business always got in the way.

When Blaze first brought up the idea of a MC in high school, we all thought he was crazy. Most of us didn't even own motorcycles or even have our drivers license. But he was our fearless leader and we would have followed him into the depths of hell.

I walked into the warehouse and the place was bustling with people. The MC was never this busy back in the day. No other chapters. Just the Sacks County MC. Coal used to sling drinks behind the bar and E-Z knew how to consume them. Cash was always in the office staring at financial documents behind his spectacles.

We had a good thing going until Claire came into my life. And everything changed. Her long, curly dark hair with blue eyes could bring any man down to their knees. My mind was lost in a fog of emotions. My club meant everything to me and Claire threatened it all. I always regretted letting her go and I couldn't let Copper make the same decision. If he had a chance to live a normal life, he had to go for it.

The meeting room was empty when I entered. My fingers traced over the gavel at the head of the table. The long wooden table dominated the room with a Firebrand spider carved into it. It took Tater months to finish the thing. I sat down in my seat, the chair creaking with age. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I'd made so many decisions in this room over the years. Some bad and some good. Blaze used to sit in here all day, dreaming about ways to take the club to the next level. But now it was Copper's domain. His turn to steer the club in the direction he thought best.

I looked up at the row of pictures framed on the wall of our fallen brothers. There were too many pictures. We'd lost so many over the years. So many under my watch. Did I do a good enough job? We're those lives lost under my rule in vain? My eyes began to tear up and my throat choked.

I never meant to be President. I wasn't meant for all the pressure and responsibility. If Blaze was still around, my life would have been entirely different. We might not have lost so many men. There would have been a lot fewer sleepless nights.

I kissed two fingers and placed them on Blaze's photo. “Rest in peace, buddy. Hope you're giving God hell up there.”

I left the MC and hopped on my old Harley. The thing was still kicking after all these years. Kind of like me. Now it was time to begin the next chapter.