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“Maggie.” Scrambling towards her, I didn’t care if my voice carried. I didn't care if they heard me or saw me.
Maggie was an elderly, unarmed woman alone and they had shot her.
“Maggie.” Tears threatened to overcome me, but I swallowed them down. There was something new sparking to life in me, something I hadn't felt for a very long time.
Anger.
I was pissed.
“I’m fine. Get something to protect yourself with, Iris.” Maggie’s usually strong voice was fading. She was losing too much blood. A spreading pool was growing rapidly around her.
Torn between tending her and protecting myself, my fingers moved to the nearest heavy object. A heavy cement angel that stood guard by her front door.
I would protect us both. I had no choice.
If they took me, then Maggie would bleed out on her porch,
Stumbling to my feet, I hovered over her, my eyes on the car.
One heavily tinted window rolled down, and I braced myself for what was coming. I wouldn't go back to The Family without a fight.
But no one got out of the car. It was almost like they were waiting for me to make a move.
“Tell the Savage Sons, this is the only warning they are going to get.” Someone spoke from within the dark confines of the back seat. Without another word, the car peeled off, the screech of tyres loud in the quiet countryside.
I moved without thinking. Pulling my arm back, I threw the angel as hard as I could. It hit its mark, and the dark glass of the back window shattered. But the car didn't stop, it didn’t even slow.
“They’ve gone, Maggie…” The words died on my lips when I turned back to her, a sob escaping me as I took in her still form. Her head was slumped onto her shoulder, her eyes closed.
“Maggie.” Letting my fear take over me, I fell to my knees at her side. I gathered Maggie’s bloody, limp body into my arms and sobbed.
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The womanon her knees between my legs had hair the colour of butterscotch. It fell over her face, which was fine. I didn’t need to see her face. The only thing I cared about was that she didn’t stop doing what she was doing with her tongue. She was pretty enough. All the club girls and hangers-on were in their own way.
Not that I really paid much attention to them. I didn’t know their names. I didn’t even bother asking them. There was only one thing I wanted from girls like the one in front of me, and that was the release they could offer me. That instant sexual gratification. And none of them said no to me. They always scrambled when I clicked my fingers, eager and willing to do anything I wanted.
I knew some of them aspired to be an old lady. It had happened before. A brother falling hard and fast for a girl who had done the rounds of the club, but I wasn’t one of those men. I would never take an old lady. I had enough stress without adding a regular woman to the mix.
I had the Savage Sons, my bike and the open road. What more did I need? There was no room in my life for a woman unless she was wetting my cock. That was just the way of it.
I hoped the woman slurping over me realised that. She was new, fresh-faced and had the kind of romanticised idea of bikers that came from watching too much TV. There had been hope in her eyes when I had singled her out. It wouldn’t last. She would have that hope fucked right out of her. If not by me then by one of my brothers.
It was just the way it was.
Still, she was beautiful. Soft and feminine. She had none of the usual hardness of the club girls. It was one of the reasons I had chosen her. She reminded me of someone I had met a long time ago.
Fisting my hands in the woman’s hair, I forced her head down further and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. She didn’t fight against my grip. She swallowed me down, greedy for more, and I couldn’t hide the smile that lifted the corners of my mouth.
“Yeah baby.” I guided her every movement. “Just like that.” I was so close; it was almost impossible not to lose control and ram myself all the way into her mouth.
“Catherine,” she mumbled around me.
My smile slipped. “I don’t care, keep sucking.” My words were harsh but true. I didn’t care what her name was.
Beside me, my phone vibrated angrily. Havoc was calling again. He had been calling on and off almost continuously for the last half hour. And every single one of them I had ignored. There was nothing so important that it couldn't wait another few minutes.
