KianI couldn’t sleep.Violent thoughts whirled around my head like a tornado. I wanted to hunt down and kill Claw, but that was a dumb idea. It had to be done right. There was no way I could wage a personal war without dragging the entire club into it. Gia was mine, and that was the second half of the problem. One thing was stopping me from telling her that. I didn’t want to influence her choices. If she felt any spark of attraction toward me, it had to be as nature intended. Not because I turned all “caveman” on her ass and dragged her to bed by her hair. That wasn’t me. I wasn’t Claw.Gia didn’t deserve a moron like him, or a monster like me. She deserved so much better.It was usually peaceful out here on the balcony top at this time of night. A high-pitched war was taking place in the parking lot. I peered over the rendered wall to scan the ground below. Two stray cats were fighting like Berserkers and making enough damned noise to wake the dead. It made a change — me being a spe
Kian “I . . . I have a criminal record,” I stammered. My inner voice was screaming, “No! What the fuck are you doing? You’re going to blow it!” Gia settled into a kneeling position. “Big deal. Me too.” “But I’ve killed people.” I didn’t know why I confessed that, but I figured we better lay all of our cards on the table. Gia made a “meh” face. “Yeah . . . I can’t say I relate to that, but I’m pretty sure my cooking gave a former roommate the shits.” I just told her the butt-ugly truth, and all she did was wrinkle her nose with indifference. Okay, I can work with this. Maybe I do have a fair shot at this mating game. “So, you can’t cook for shit?” I joked, making light of it. Gia narrowed her eyes with a smirk. “So, you’re a stone-cold killer?” she quipped. “Are you scared?” I asked, feeling the sexual tension build. “Should I be?” she replied, circling her finger around my pectorals. The heat we were throwing off was stifling. It was only a matter of time before one of us p
GiaI woke to the piercing sound of the smoke alarm. My eyes took a second to adjust, and as I swallowed my heart back down, I sucked in a lungful of bacon-infused air. Bacon and burned toast.“Shit! Fucking grill,” Kian complained from the kitchen.Just when I thought he couldn’t be more perfect, he exceeded my expectations by cooking me breakfast. Or at least he was trying to.I flung back the comforter and got out of bed, stretching my arms with a yawn. My bruises were gone. There wasn’t one visible mark on my body. It was as if nothing had happened.My stomach rumbled, and I followed the charred scent wafting my way through the smog. Kian was standing by the stove wearing the boxer briefs he’d slept in, tossing a burned piece of toast between his hands.“Fuck, that’s hot,” he growled.“You know what they say; if you can’t stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen,” I commented, announcing my presence.Kian sent the toast hurtling through the open window like a smoldering Frisbee. No
KianJust as I expected, there was an ocean of bikes parked outside the clubhouse. Two prospects stood guarding them. No one got in who didn't belong here. Those were the rules.Our dress code was simple: shit-kicking biker boots, jeans, and leathers. For women, it was anything worthy of easy access. The only females here were the ones who served beer or fucked for cash.“You remember what we talked about, right?” I whispered beside Gia's ear. “Let me do all the talking.”Some guys were stalking around outside, eager to catch a glimpse of my woman. Their curious stares enraged the bear inside me. It was thumping his chest like a warrior, preparing to destroy anyone who came too close to Gia."Yeah, I have no problem with that,” Gia assured, removing her helmet and hanging on the handlebar.I spoke in a gruff whisper, “You just stay near me; nobody’s going to hurt you.”Gia's eyes darted from left to right, inspecting her surroundings. I could appreciate that it wasn't a five-star esta
GiaTwo days ago, I saw a side to Kian that scared me. The rage in his eyes only came from experiencing a taste of Hell. I’ve seen it before because I’ve lived through it. Unlike some people, Kian isn’t too far gone to be saved. I know there is a good man lurking underneath all that pain and anger. He just doesn’t like to show it because he’s afraid to seem weak.“Do you want to watch one more episode before we call it a night?” I asked, noticing Kian yawn for the third time in five minutes.“Nah, let’s go to bed and cuddle,” Kian replied, his words sounding sleep-drunk and slurred.We spent the past few days eating pizza and binge-watching Lucifer, seasons one to three, and we still had more to go. I didn’t think he would enjoy it, but it seemed I was wrong. My man couldn’t get enough of Mr. Morningstar’s amazing personality, which meant Kian and I did a lot of Netflix and chilling, but we hadn’t crossed the point of no return yet. Sex was on the horizon; it was killing us both to re
KianGia didn’t seem to mind me tying her up. I probably should have asked her first. My problem was that I failed to engage my brain before I acted. It was a flaw I needed to work on. At least she knew I’d never hurt her. I was crazy about her. The fact that she submitted to me was a display of trust. I’d do nothing wrong to jeopardize that. Now it was time I returned the favor and confided in my woman.“I’m ready to talk about them now,” I told her, holding her against me, stroking my fingers down her back.“Okay,” she murmured, listening. “Take your time.”A slither of moonlight pooled in through a gap in the curtains, highlighting the curvature of her body. The filthy bastard in me was loving the view and was disinclined to cover her. She seemed content to draw warmth from me.“My parents died when I was sixteen.” I started from the middle because that cut was the deepest. “They were soulmates, but they fought a lot. Dad drank himself into oblivion, and Mom lived to get high. Half
Kian“Yeah well, there’s more,” I told her. “Mom was holding a letter. I had to pull it from her fingers to read it. It was a hand-delivered telegram from the council of elders, telling her that Dad had been killed in action — shot dead by hunters. My old man — my hero — gone. Just like that.” I snapped my fingers. “My life went downhill from there on in. Mrs. B passed away. I killed a man in the Cage, and as a result, they kicked me out of school. Goodbye, scholarship. Lucky for me, the Roughnecks had my back. The rest is history.”This was me, letting my walls down to show her my vulnerable side, giving her the chance to cut and run while she still had a chance.“So, then you came to live here,” Gia inquired. “This is going to sound like a stupid question, but do you still miss them?”My lips curled into a wistful smile. “Sometimes. I guess their ending was poetic, in a fucked-up way. They couldn’t stand to be in the same room as one another for too long, and now they’re entombed to
KianWe spent the rest of the day decluttering my apartment. Gia took great pleasure sorting through my “crap” until everything had a purpose and a place. I had to admit, she pulled a miracle in the space of three hours. She filled several garbage bags full of junk and piled them up on the balcony. My bike parts had to go through the process of elimination; anything that was surplus to requirements had to go. I was in no position to argue. They had been sitting there gathering dust for years.Gia's cleaning regime was like a nesting instinct that human women experience when they fall pregnant. It's in our instinct to prepare for the arrival of our offspring. Her hormones were giving me all the right signals, setting off my primal urge to rut. Tonight was operation “mark and mate Gia”, and I had spent the entire afternoon making sure everything was perfect. I ran through the list in my head one more time.A warm bubble bath — I'm on it.Scented candles — check.Champagne on ice — fuck,