Jerk: Delinquent Rebels MC (26 page)

Epilogue

“Hello, love of my life!”

June’s exuberance echoed through the already busy little train station, and April waved her over, practically bouncing on the spot. Her best friend was visiting Cascade Falls for the first time, for New Years Eve of all things, and she was going to stay a few days because, well, because she could. The woman wasn’t working these days, and she had plenty of time to kill between trips to the Caribbean and Hawaii, so April almost felt honored that she’d be spending one of the biggest holiday party days of the year in Cascade Falls with April—and Van.

In fact, meeting Van was one of the reasons June was so thrilled to come down. After a month of delivering evidence that would exonerate him in the eyes of the police and the local court, Van was finally released to her on Christmas Eve. Even if he was on probation for breaking out of prison, he was the best Christmas gift she’d ever received.

“Now, am I still the love of your life?” June asked after they’d hugged and greeted one another, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. April’s cheeks flushed, and the woman let out a laugh. “Ah, I’d thought not.”

“Of course you are,” she said, grabbing one of June’s bags and heading for the exit. “You just have to share the title now.”

The woman sniffed dramatically, which made April grin. “I’ll allow it, I suppose.”

They trudged through the snowy parking lot together, braving the bitter winds before throwing themselves in April’s mom’s car.

“How’s your mom taking your relationship?” June asked through chattering teeth, as April fiddled with the controls, eventually blasting them with lukewarm air as the engine heated up. “You told her, right?”

“Last week,” April replied. She shoved on a pair of gloves, the steering wheel too cold to grip without them. “We w-wanted to wait until Van was out of c-court and everything.”

Her mom wasn’t entirely surprised to learn that April and Van were in love, and while she wasn’t thrilled with it when April had first told her, she slowly seemed to be warming to the idea. It was probably hard for any parent to learn that some kid was fooling around with their daughter, and April planned to give her as much time as she needed. For now, all three lived in the Palmer estate, which had been rightfully signed over to Van. In the meantime, her mom’s divorce proceedings inched along, all the documents signed through the mail.

No one knew where James Palmer had run off to, but after an anonymous source—April suspected Mike—had delivered all the evidence against the man to the local police, she had a feeling they wouldn’t be seeing or hearing from the old bastard anytime soon.

After they’d dropped June’s bags off at home, April took her straight down to Van’s bar. It was closed for the day, as the staff prepared for the festivities that night, and when she and June strolled in, she was blown away by how different everything looked. Gone was the tacky wall art and florescent signs, and in its place, New Year’s decorations—banners and strings, black and white photographs of past celebrations, and twinkling strings of Christmas lights that looked suspiciously like the ones missing from their grand Christmas tree back at the estate. April grinned.

“Oh my god,” June gasped, grabbing at April’s arm. “
Who
is that?”

She turned in the direction June was gawking, only to find Van hurrying down the stairs. Dressed casually in a plain gray t-shirt and a pair of dark jeans, he looked positively divine. Life out of prison was treating him well. He’d regained much of the muscle he’d lost while locked away, and his cheeks had lost the sunken quality that made her heart hurt when she first saw him on the night of his escape. There were long red marks down his back, animalistic and probably a little raw, courtesy of April—but no one else would ever know of their existence.

“Oh, him?” She beamed when their eyes met, the intensity between them as hot as ever. “That’s my stepbrother Van… and he’s all mine.”

THE END

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Viper

They call me the Viper. I live on the edge—one step ahead of both law and death.

There’s no room for f*** ups, no room for errors, and no room for anyone else in my life.

Until Eve stole my motorcycle during one of the most important deals of my life.

Nobody messes with me and gets away from it.

I’m going to take my bike back, and drag Eve along for the ride.

And then I’ll tie her down to my bed and teach her a lesson she won’t forget.

Because all it takes is a single bite.

One drop of venom.

And she’ll be MINE.

Eve

It had started with a stupid dare.

I wanted to do something reckless, something bold, something that I’d never been brave enough to do.

Stealing that bike seemed to be exactly what I was looking for.

I thought I could walk the line, I thought I knew what I was doing.

But now I’m in way over my head.

Because the Viper is hot on my tail.

And when he catches me, there’s no way in hell he’ll let me go.

Michelle

I won’t let him ruin his daughter’s life.

A hardened criminal and the VP of the Devil’s Mustangs, Cal Ross raised his eight year old daughter Maddie like a son in that clubhouse full of outlaw bikers.

I’m supposed to save her, rescue her from her monster of a father.

… But he turned it all on my head and everything changed.

Now, I’m falling into his world. Worse yet, I’m falling into him.

I shouldn’t do this. I’m not like this.

Then why do I want his searing hot lips pressed against mine?

Why do I want his rough hands running up my thighs?

And why don’t I want him to stop?

***

Cal

I won’t let her take my daughter away

Especially not when she knows nothing about my daughter, knows nothing about me. She’s an outsider who’s sticking her nose somewhere it doesn’t belong.

She’s everything I never wanted with a body that I can’t get out of my head.

She wants to take my daughter. I’m going to take her.

Own her…

Corrupt her…

and leave her a hot mess until she’s begging for more.

She thinks I play dirty.

She has no f***ing idea what she's in for.

I don’t just remove threats. I break them

And as president of the Seven Tribesmen, nothing’s a bigger threat than some FBI spook poking around where they shouldn’t be.

But that was before I got a good look at Stella.

One look and I knew I had different plans for her.

I want those full curves to myself.

I want her in my bed, need her screaming my name.

She thinks she’s got power.

She thinks she’s in control.

She has no f***ing idea who she’s dealing with.

I thought I could bring the law back to Grand River.

I didn’t think I’d find myself on an outlaw’s bike.

I didn’t think I’d find myself heading to the middle of nowhere.

I didn’t think things would spiral out of control like this…

I can’t lose myself to my regrets.

I can’t stop fighting.

But little did I know…

My biggest regret is still yet to come.

I’m in deep with the damned.

And Arthur Bishop won't stop until he’s got me begging on my knees.