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“For the record, babe, I do have feelings,” I said. “And right now I can’t stand the feeling of some * like this Kyle guy making you feel the way you do right now.”

With that, I climbed on my ride and Belle climbed on behind me. Her small hands reached all the way around my body and she gripped my leather tight.

The cruise back to the clubhouse was anything but calm in my mind and body. I was going to get my revenge on Belle’s father and I was going to help Belle, too. If I was going to make Belle mine then I needed all distractions and threats out of the picture. But I couldn’t get into trouble, right? Yeah f*cking right.

I hadn’t seen the twist in my day with Belle go the way it did. I had planned on pushing her hard and breaking her down a little but not with the emotional shit. And I couldn’t believe I just spilled all that to her about Auntie Ang’s place. I guess I had to give a little to get a lot. No big deal.

Back at the clubhouse, Belle’s car was parked in the middle of the lot, ready to go. Nick even took the time to vacuum it out and wash it down. He was a good one, not MC material, but when I threatened his life, he always went the extra mile for me.

I pulled up to the car and sat there. I killed the engine on my ride and felt Belle climb off. She handed me my helmet and it stunk of her shampoo. Her hair was blowing around in the soft breeze and she fought with it. Goddammit, the sight was driving me crazy.

“Thank you,” she said. “For today and everything else.”

“Sure thing,” I said. Belle started to turn and I grabbed her wrist. “Hey, babe, I wasn’t lying either.”

“About?”

“This Kyle thing. You call me if you need me. You’re not going to get the help you need from the law. I learned that a long time ago. I’m not going to be some f*cking knight in white armor for you, but if you need to get out of a bad situation, I can make that happen.”

I saw the way Belle swallowed hard. She was hooked already.

She turned her hand and interlaced her fingers with mine. “Okay, Slam, I’ll tell you something before I leave.”

“What?”

“My mother was murdered when I was a young girl. Cold blooded murder to go against something my father had done. My mother loved the ocean and went to the coast anytime she could. I wasn’t trying to hurt myself. I was trying to get down to the water. Makes me feel close to her.”

Belle took her hand from mine and got into her car. I was frozen f*cking solid like a block of ice in Alaska. The goddamn woman left me speechless.

As the car drove away I started to feel a little guilty. Guilty for what I was going to do to her. But what choice did I have then? I couldn’t just bail on her. And I couldn’t let Chief Richards get away with his bullshit anymore. Especially now that he was letting this psycho Kyle chase his daughter down.

“What the f*ck is running through your mind?” a voice asked me.

It was Knox.

“You don’t want to know, brother,” I said.

“How’s your plan going?”

“Fine,” I said. “Just f*cking fine.”

That was all I said to Knox about it - or anyone for that matter.

Ten hours later I rolled a condom down my thick cock and plowed forward into some woman I didn’t even bother to get a name from. Her * was wet and tight and she screamed my name as I f*cked her. She had dark hair so I flipped it all forward and kept my eyes on her ass.

With each thrust forward I thought of Belle.





seventeen



(belle)



NOW



“What are you doing?” Ashley asked me as we sat outside on the patio of a small cafe.

I hadn’t realized how badly I had stretched my neck. I was like a child when they heard the dinging bell of an ice cream truck each time I heard a motorcycle. It was completely pathetic but not quite as bad as how many times I had pleasured myself while thinking of Slam.

“Nothing, sorry,” I said. “I thought I saw something.”

“You looked ready to jump out of your seat,” Ashley said.

I laughed. “Not quite. Anyway, give me the latest scoop on your wedding.”

Ashley quickly went into a rant about dresses and flowers.

I faded in and out, thinking about Slam.

He somehow got my phone number and the last few weeks of my life had been nothing short of intense. I’d seen him at least ten times, sometimes for just a minute or two. The first thing he did was ask me about Kyle. There was always someone waiting for me outside after working to make sure I was safe. It was like I had my own personal bodyguard yet I didn’t understand why I deserved it. Each time I brought it up to Slam, he would kiss my cheek and wink.

Yeah, kissing him was something else too. We only kissed a couple times though besides that first one at Angie’s. That kiss was by far the hottest, craziest, and best kiss of my life. Slam had warned me not to push him away but there was no way in hell I would have anyway. The second our lips and tongues met, it was just wild.

But I knew who he was. He was the bad guy. The villain. The guy my father would probably arrest if he had the chance. Worse yet… I wondered if he was the kind of guy that had killed my mother. That’s what tore me up the most. I tried to look beyond all of that but I couldn’t. And I didn’t have the guts to ask Slam if he was that kind of guy. And I still hadn’t told him the whole story about my mother’s death.