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Burning Bastards MC Book Two

By Ryder Dane

One day soon he planned to take some time
off. He needed a vacation. Hell, he didn’t really need to get away,
he just needed something different. Being an Enforcer for The
Burning Bastards MC was as exciting as it got within the club.
Until the Bastards allowed the Chiefs to patch over, he and Demon
had been soldiers in the club. They’d graduated to Nomads, or as
some called them Enforcers, for a few years now, they normally
traveled together on club business. Lately they’d drifted, the
close friendship was not like it used to be. Now instead of both
men going on a run, it was one man, and it bugged the hell out of
him. He loved the job when there was work to be done. Right now,
the only work he needed to finish was to find Dorsey, and sooner or
later he would be found. The rat bastard was sanctioned as John Doe
now.

Knight had just gotten back from yet another
wild goose chase. He was hunting Dorsey, and every small lead had
to be checked out. By the time he’d gotten to Conaway, Arkansas,
the fucker was gone. The place was crawling with military
personnel, and just being around the uniformed men and women while
they gassed up their vehicles at the same place he’d filled up the
Triumph made him feel guilty for leaving the service after his
second tour. It took a few hundred miles on the road for him to
blow the guilt off. He’d done what was necessary at the time for
his mental health. He was becoming a twisted sonofabitch at the
time, so much so the sight of death stopped bothering him and he
started taking chances that should have killed him. The turning
point for him was when two newer soldiers decided if he could do
the dangerous shit and live through it, they should be able to as
well, after all they were twenty-two and bulletproof right? Either
they hadn’t listened to their training, or they thought youth and
arrogance would save them. One was a freckle faced redhead and the
other was Nordic blonde. He was the one to find their bodies, at
least what was left of them. He’d also killed eight men that day to
make sure they never killed another American soldier. The only way
for him to recover the bodies was to go through the enemy, and
although it’d taken all day, luck had been riding his shoulder. The
downside of that luck was he kept shooting the men he’d already
killed. He ran out of bullets and used their own guns to continue
riddling their bodies full of lead long after they’d bled their
last drops onto the desert sand.

He’d become even more hardened after that
day, nothing stopped him from killing the enemy, if they could
breathe, they could cause harm, and he was all about keeping the
bastards from causing harm.

*****

He tossed the dart, hitting the bullseye
square on, and took the cash Heckle handed him. “You’re one lucky
motherfucker, always hitting the pussy, even with darts eh?” The
dartboard was made more interesting by the fact that someone had
taken a picture of Sylvia’s naked ass bent over to show her cunt
lips and asshole. They’d taken the metal cage from the original
dartboard and placed it over the picture, with the high score
bullseye being in the middle of the pussy shot.

Heckle was one of the coldest men Knight
knew. He was also the type to gamble the dimes from a dead man’s
eyes, even if he had to dig up a corpse to get them. He once bet
the tranny he’d brought to the club late that night would seduce
Demon into letting him suck his cock. That hadn’t gone over well.
Heckle almost won that bet, until the guy saw the size of Demon’s
junk and balked. He’d lost his sexy shemale voice and yelled, “Fuck
no,” when Demon grabbed his head and shoved it toward his overly
impressive prick. Demon almost lost his shit when he figured out
he’d been romanced by a guy. He was homophobic to a fault, and
Heckle was lucky to have escaped with his teeth still in his
head.

The only time he didn’t bitch about seeing
another man’s erect cock, was when he was sharing a snatch. He even
admitted to liking the feeling of the friction of another cock
massaging his between the membrane of a woman’s asshole and cunt.
Slapping balls hadn’t been mentioned at the time, but he seemed to
have no problems with that either. Knight was one of the few men
Demon would share a woman with, and while he was sure there was
more to the story, it was Demon’s business and his life. They might
be best friends, but some lines didn’t get crossed, like asking
your best friend if there was some kind of history.

The door opened behind him and from the look
on Pinky’s face, you’d think they were being robbed. Her mouth
opened to scream, and his hand went to his waistband before he
turned slowly toward the doorway. Demon was standing in the doorway
with blood dripping in his eye, and a woman’s bleeding body was
hanging in his arms.

Knight put his .40 away and went to help.
“What the hell happened?” He didn’t look at the woman, he was
concerned because his buddy was swaying on his feet. He noticed
Demon was bleeding from more than his head. The fucker was losing
blood faster than the head wound would warrant, if the pool forming
under his boot was any indication.

He took the woman into his arms and yelled
for Tiny and Tarzan to get Demon down to the table. “Someone call
an ambulance, he’s been shot, and it looks like he’s lost too much
blood for us to deal with here.” The burden in his arms was moaning
and trying to say something, but from the way she was gasping for
breath, and the visible injuries, he’d bet her lungs were injured
too. “Tell them there’s a female injured too, erratic breathing,
sounds like she’s gurgling, so I think it’s her lungs.” He could
see she was starting to go into shock, but there wasn’t much he
could do for her without medical equipment, and even then, if he
tried to drain or re-inflate her lungs, and that wasn’t the
problem, he was opening the group to a hell of a lawsuit.

He laid her on another table and told Heckle
to watch her, “Just keep her from thrashing around or moving too
much, she’s in bad shape.” He needed to find out what happened.
Demon was awake and coherent. He wanted a bottle of whiskey, but
Knight refused. “No, buddy, the alcohol will just make the blood
flow faster. Tell me what happened, and who did this.”

Ops Warriors MC Book Three

By Harley McRide

“They've been playing us for a while,” Fork
muttered. “The corridor for smuggling is good but not that f*****g
good. Why put all your eggs in a basket and hope we don’t find out
s**t?”

“Dude isn’t stupid, the older Reyes, we can’t
f*****g find hide nor hair of the b*****d, or his wife. Not making
me feel good here,” Creed said.

“Not to point out the obvious but seriously,
has anyone actually found out who Shady’s father is?” Cajun asked
and everyone in the room froze.

“What do you mean?” Fork asked.

“Well, Reyes is for some reason all hot and
bothered about Shay, and even though they are f*****g crazy, none
of this makes much sense. They want her for something other than
what we are seeing,” Cajun said slowly. “That is the only thing
that she has never talked about. Does she know?”

Creed was silent and thought for a few
seconds, “She has never mentioned it.”

“We will go and talk to her. Before all this
s**hit hits the fan, we need to know what is going on. Now, they
said you have a plan for Lola?” Slider said.

“Yeah, tomorrow she is supposed to be getting
her hair done,” Creed snorted.

“Maybe she will be able to share some
information about what is behind all this,” Cajun said.

“Yeah, but we need to be ready if Reyes
discovers we have Lola, he may move s**t up, so we need to be
prepared. There is little contact with him, so it may not be
noticed for a while that Lola is gone. The men at the house ignore
her, this could work in our benefit if we can maybe get the Savages
to help us, give them false information or something,” Fork
added.

“I’ll call Tonto,” Creed said and turned then
paused and looked over his shoulder. “You two get things sorted
with Shay?”

Cajun snorted and shook his head. “Well,
depends on how you look at it. We told her the way it was gonna be.
She wasn’t real receptive.”

Creed grinned. “Receptive?”

“In other words, they got shot down,” Poke
laughed.

“You could look at it that way.” Cajun
laughed and then smiled. “Or you could look at it like she is
trying to make us work for it. That is what I am going with. We
plan to make sure tonight she understands what it means when we say
we are claiming her.”

The men laughed and Fork shook his head.
“Please, for the love of God, do not piss her off.”

Slider laughed, “That is the best part of
Shay, when she is pissed. Angry sex is fun sex.”

“Yeah, tell me that in the morning when she
decides to show you her new move she has been researching,” Fork
said dryly. “Didn’t understand why she asked me about it a few
months ago, now I do. Forgot it until I had to borrow her computer
today. Pulled up her browser and damned if she wasn’t making sure
she knew how to hurt a guy.”

“What are you talking about?” Slider
frowned.

“Take a look, we all did. Trust me, you will
sleep with one eye open,” Creed said and shivered. “Gonna make sure
she hasn’t shown Harmony how to f*****g do it or I am sleeping with
a f*****g c**k cup on.”

Slider frowned and went to Shady’s computer
and opened up the browser. Cajun was standing behind him and both
men sucked in their breaths when they saw what the f**k she was
looking up.

“No f*****g way!” Slider whispered, his face
turning a little pale. Cajun burst out laughing and then leaned
over and scrolled down her browsing history.

“Damn, man,” Cajun chuckled. “We may need to
have a talk with her about appropriate releases of anger.”

“You think?” Slider yelled.

Raining Chaos Book Two

By Lynne St. James

“I’ll be waiting.”

“You’d damn well better be,” I answered with
a low growl. For some reason the ladies loved my growl. I swatted
her butt as I walked by and she flipped me off. Damn, she was cute.
I really would be sorry to see her go.

A cloud of steam followed me out of the
bathroom and I felt a hell of a lot better now that I was clean
again. Between sweating like a f***** pig on stage and f******
Blue, I was gross, and the cold rain was the icing on the freakin’
cake.

I walked right past Blue, not even seeing her
at first. When I couldn’t find her anywhere, I walked back into the
bedroom. She was out cold and curled up in a ball on the bed. Cute
as she looked, I was horny and I wanted her. F***. Again…I had to
tell myself I wasn’t a heartless prick, but I sure as hell wanted
to be.

Wandering into the suite’s living room, I
grabbed the bottle of scotch and a plate of food. My stomach
grumbled. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d eaten. After
cleaning the plate of eggs, bacon, hash browns, and some good
southern biscuits and gravy, I felt better. My stomach was
satisfied but my hunger for Blue was still burning bright.

Grabbing the scotch and a glass of ice, I
figured maybe if I turned on the TV in the bedroom she’d wake up.
Okay, so maybe I am a selfish prick, but she’s a groupie and I knew
she wanted me so what’s the big deal? There’s plenty of time to
f***** sleep when we’re dead.

I turned the lights off, the TV on, and slid
under the covers. Clicking through the stations I couldn’t find a
damn thing I wanted to watch. Having five million channels didn’t
matter if it all f***** sucked. I settled on CNN since there wasn’t
jack else and I turned up the volume hoping to disturb Princess
Blue’s sleep.

I didn’t expect to see us all on TV. F***.
Seriously, dude. There have to be freakin’ spies everywhere. The
talking head was reporting that we’d finished our shows in Virginia
with a special guest appearance by Preston Mitchell from The
Hurricanes. I was waiting to hear if they’d caught wind of anything
else but so far so good. I glanced at the clock as I yawned. F***,
it’s four a.m. already?

“Hey, baby…”

I swallowed my cheer when I heard her voice.
Hell yeah
. “Feel better now?”

“Yeah. Sorry I passed out on you. It was just
so warm and cozy.”

“No worries.”
Nice one, dickwad
. “Did
you get enough to eat?”

“Oh yeah, plenty. Thank you.” She stretched
and the robe spread open. Seeing those gorgeous tits made my mouth
water.

“Blue, you’re so f***** hot.”

Noticing the direction of my stare, she
lowered her eyes and for the first time I saw her blush. It started
at her chest and slowly flooded her face with color. I’d never
f***** seen anything like it.

“Guess you’re wide awake, huh?” She grinned
and winked at me.

Smart girl, she knew what I wanted, what we
both wanted, right? She’s a groupie for f***'s sake. “Shit yeah.
I’ve been waiting for you to wake up. It’s our last day, figured
you’d want some more memories to take back home.”

She looked startled and I wondered what I’d
said wrong.

“Are you kicking me to the curb?”