Treats Aren't Always Sweet (20 page)

Stone slapped Treat’s ass and laughed. “Time
to get up.”

“Huh?” she muttered into the pillow.

“Babe, your first day at work, get your ass
outta bed. Boony is in the kitchen with your mom, Jilly and Buddy.”
War laughed.

“WHAT?” Treat said and flew out of bed. “You
left my mother with Boony?”

The men laughed. “Yeah, he is fine.”

Treat rolled her eyes, grabbed her jeans, and
stood up. “Whatever.”

“Wait,” Stone said and grabbed her arm. “We
gotta talk for a second.”

“About what?” Treat said, wanting to get to
her mother.

“What you said this morning,” War said from
behind her.

“This morning?” Treat asked distractedly.

“About making this permanent,” Stone reminded
her and she grinned.

“Well duh, I am your old lady now, right?”
Treat said.

“We are making it official though,” War
whispered and she felt something slide over her arm and she looked
down. It was her vest. She lifted it and looked on the back.
‘Property of War and Stone’ was patched on there.
Shit
, she
thought as the tears gathered in her eyes and she looked up.

“You are stuck with us, baby,” War whispered
and Stone grinned.

“Yeah, we have an appointment for your tat,
Kink is staying for a few days to do it. He traveled back with Nike
last night.”

Treat rolled her eyes and whispered, “I love
you.”

Their answer was to kiss her.

Nike looked around the office. Everything was
coming together, after being gone for a week a lot had been done.
It was her first day on the job and she was excited. Hopefully
Treat and her men were going to come in today, she had not had a
chance to talk to her last night since they had arrived so late.
She grinned to herself, yeah the woman was getting her tat today.
That should be fun to watch, they were doing it here in the med
room, Treat loved tats, but her men didn’t know, she was a total
pussy when it came to the needle. Cried every damn time. Kink
usually wanted to tranq her, it was always entertaining when Treat
got a tat. Hell Shay and the others wanted her to video it and send
it to them for fun.

Bob and Nike were staying put here for now,
Shady asked them to help cover the new setup, and truthfully, they
didn’t care, it was a vacation for them. They were dealing with
Trixie, so far, the bitch had given them no information. They had
run her prints but nothing popped. So now they were digging, Data
was helping, they should have some information soon.

Nike was on phone duty today. Bic and Treat
had broken the work up into different areas so everyone would have
a chance to get to know each section, that was in the note on the
desk at least.

Nike began to wander through the house, there
was the office, where Boony worked, which Bob was currently
covering. She paused and talked to her friend for a second, but
moved on when Boony walked in covered in only a towel around his
waist. That was entertainment at its finest. Then there was the
clinic which Boo was commanding, although, they each needed to be
trained in basic first aid. The phones were the hotlines they set
up, it was how women could get in touch with them, the numbers had
been printed on cards and slipped into appropriate women’s hands by
different people they now had contact with. Including several
workers in Social Services, which knew that sometimes that the law
wasn’t on the victim’s side. Then there were the interview rooms,
where they would talk to the women individually to determine if
they could help and what exactly the women were asking for.
Finally, the houses, whoever was tasked to that made sure
everything was stocked.

She was putting the desk in order when the
first call came in, and it was one Nike wasn’t prepared for.

“Hello,” she said in the receiver.

“My mommy’s not moving,” a tiny little voice
said.

Shit, it was a child? “What is your
name?”

“My mommy’s not moving, she was crying so
hard, she said to push one on the phone and tell them to come here.
So can you come?” the girl said.

“Honey, what is your name?” Nike whispered,
stood, walked to the hallway, and snapped her fingers to Boony who
was playing on the computer. When he looked up, she mouthed to him,
“Trace.” He nodded and Bob stood, came to her side, and
listened.

“Honey, where is your mommy?” Nike said.

“In bed,” the girl sighed. “Are you
coming?”

“Yeah, baby, we are coming,” Nike
replied.

“Okay,” the girl said.

Boony held up a piece of paper and Nike said
to the girl. “My friend is gonna talk to you while I come to you,
okay? His name is Boony.”

“Okay,” the girl said.

Boony looked panicked but he took the phone
and talked softly to the little girl.

“Grab Match, we gotta roll,” Nike said and
Bob nodded.

Shit, it was a kid, she shouldn’t have to
deal with this shit
, Nike thought as she ran to her bike.

As she mounted, Treat, War, Stone, and a limo
pulled up to the curb. She didn’t have time to explain, so she just
waved at them to follow her. Damn, they were going to need all the
help they could get with a kid and a mother in unknown
condition.

Her eyes hit the two people getting out from
the limo and she froze, what the fuck?

“Mom…Dad…what the fuck are you doing here?”
Nike yelled.

Treat had a weird look on her face when she
turned to look from Nike to her mother and father.

“Shit, never mind, wait inside in the office.
I will be back, we can sort this out later. We gotta get moving, a
child called the hotline,” Nike yelled and she gunned the engine
and took off.

THE END

Devil Savages MC book three

By Harley McRide

The air had an eerie chill to it that
trickled up Heaven’s spine as she scooted closer to Raven despite
her attempts to keep as much distance as she could between them.
When they’d rode out, she’d been forced to choose between Shark and
Raven to ride with instead of Colt or Gage. She really didn’t know
the Ops guys well, but Raven was one she didn’t think she wanted to
know. The man flat out scared her. He was about six foot three, two
fifty, and had dark hair that matched his dark, penetrating eyes.
He had a bit of a beard that looked so good it should be illegal.
Between the anticipation of their ride and the toxic vibe that
wrapped around her like a cocoon, she scooted closer to defeat the
shiver that threatened.

It wasn’t that he didn’t reek of pure
unadulterated sexiness, because the man had the exotic beauty of a
Greek god. Combined with his high cheekbones and bronzed skin and
the way he carried himself a mysteriousness surrounded him like
she’d ever seen. It was enough to make the ride an agonizing hell,
if not for the dangerousness that radiated off him. Now sitting
with her chest pressed against his back, she could feel it washing
off him and added to the chill that shot through her. Yet, it
warmed her in ways she didn’t want to think about.

The convoy stopped about ten miles shy of the
Mexican border and dismounted, taking a few minutes to stretch and
prepare for the last leg of the ride. If all went well, the border
patrol wouldn’t give them any grief and find their arsenal of
weapons they were carrying. If not, they had a hell of a fight to
look forward to. All of them knew what they were signing up for
when they volunteered for the trip, and prison time wasn’t
something any of them wanted. Yet, if that was their fate, so be
it. There were innocent lives at stake and it would be just a small
price to pay to free the girls being sold and used as sex slaves or
God knew what else.

Raven pulled the bike up next to Tonto, which
surprised her. The Ops and Savages had bonded and truly joined
together without segregation, letting the past beef be buried and
forgotten. With the joining chapters for each club, it made them
impenetrable. Still, there was an inkling of rivalry with some of
the guys that had yet to be dissipated, and some of the bitches
didn’t take kindly to other bitches rubbing up on their guys—Heaven
being one of them.

He killed the motor and turned to her,
waiting for her to dismount. It took a minute to realize she still
had both arms wrapped tightly around his chest before she yanked
back so fast her balance teetered. His huge paw came down on
Heaven’s thigh to steady her, those piercing dark eyes of his
shining with amusement. She turned to get off, his hand catching
her wrist in mid swing, which caused her to fall against him. She
let out a loud ‘umph’, trying her damnedest not to make eye contact
and let him see the embarrassment washing over her features.

“You okay?” The sincerity and concern shocked
the hell out of her. Raven was anything but chivalrous, let alone
cordial. His badass attitude wasn’t a show, or even something he’d
developed from a hard life. He’d been born with it. Heaven didn’t
answer, which might not have been the best of decision she’d made
lately. His other hand came up and tipped her chin, forcing her to
look at him. Mixed emotions shot through her. Before he saw it and
thought her weak, she jerked away and huffed.

“I’m fine.” She pushed off him with a little
more force than necessary and feared she’d toss him off balance
given he hadn’t put the kick stand down yet, but it didn’t faze him
in the least. What she did see was a huge shit eating grin flash at
her that was strong enough her belly did a little flip-flop and
made it hard to remember how long she’d been waiting for Colt and
Gage to notice her as something more than just one of the Bitches.
When she spotted Sahara—and one of the Ops Warriors—chatting it up,
that little sting of jealousy reared its head and she saw red.

It didn’t help that Sahara had legs that went
on for miles or long bleach blond hair—that changed color with the
day of the week—or that despite her stripping career for the Ops
club, she reeked class and sophistication. Next to her, Heaven felt
like a little church mouse. Dressed in leathers with her huge tits
pouring out the top of her jacket, Sahara looked straight off a
photo shoot for a Harley Davidson centerfold.

Neither Colt nor Gage noticed her walk up.
“We’ll see if you can work those legs around more than a stripper
pole,” Gage laughed. She batted her fake eyelashes over
dramatically, making Heaven want to vomit.

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 fucking
good. Why put all your eggs in a basket and hope we don’t find out
shit?”

“Dude isn’t stupid, the older Reyes, we can’t
fucking find hide nor hair of the bastard, 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 fucking 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
shit 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 shit 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 fucking do it or I am sleeping with
a fucking cock 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 fuck she was
looking up.