Cracker's POV
“I’m going to be late for work,” I laughed, kissing Steel one more time before I had to go. Although, I’m pretty sure I said that ten kisses ago too. Monday had finally come around and after a hot weekend of sex, sex, and more sex, my pussy was looking forward to a couple of hours' rest.
“Let me drop you off,” he insisted one more time, pulling me toward him and tried to kill any protests by kissing me as if his life depended on it. He was in the same clothes that he was in Friday evening but like the proper old lady I now apparently was, I’d washed them. He’d been keeping me naked all weekend so it’s not like he needed them either…
“That’s really cute and all,” I replied, groaning when he pulled my lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it. My pussy roared to life and heck--- how horny was I? “But if I show up for work on a motorcycle, my clients will think I’m still in high school!”
Steel huffed an “I don’t care”-
Grace's POVWithout a word, I followed him upstairs. He took me two doors down the hall and entered one room – not even knocking first. I don’t know what I was expecting – some scene out of a porn film or at least naked girls plastered all over the wall. What I absolutely didn’t expect was to find a room filled with hand-drawn pictures of motorcycles, wolves, and even some landscapes drawings. My mouth dropped as I watched in astonishment the amazing details and how realistic they looked. There was a picture of his mother holding a baby, that I imagined was Cade. Another picture of baby Cade--- and another one! I smiled. He had a lot of them, reminding me of how much he loved his baby girl...There was one of his motorcycle. One of the members that weren’t around anymore or had moved out of the clubhouse. Some of his sisters and--- I grinned when I found a picture of Steel and Knives back in t
Grace's POV“Prez,” Bunny said, his tone filled with anger. “They’re MCs! They’re definitely MCs! I can see their bikes! They look like the same ones that have been tailing you and Cracker!”Say what?!“See what club?” Prez replied, sounding not so surprised, while I made a mental note to torture ‘what the hell is going on’ out of him later!“No clear visual!”“Anyone got a visual on their tags?” Prez tried again and finally, the gunfire seemed further away than it had just a second ago.“Nothing, Prez,” Steel replied, yet again sounding chillingly calm. “Careful on your 5 o’clock!”“See him!”I screeched when Prez spun to fire at what I assumed was 5 o’clock--- a
Grace’s POV“WHO’S BRILLIANT IDEA WAS THIS ANYWAY?!”Gunshots were going off left and right, and all I could really do was duck down and cover my head with my arms, trying to make myself a small a target as possible. I was facing down, unable to see what was going on around me, and in a way, I was grateful for it. Because, if the sounds of screams, shouts, and guns fired were any indication of how bad it was...I didn’t want to see it!“Yours!” Prez growled into my earpiece, and I heard more shots being fired. It echoed somewhere in the distance as well, indicating that he was somewhere close by. “Now stay low!”Like he needed to tell me!I let out a small whimper, and tugged my legs and arms closer to my stomach, wishing I could roll into a
Grace's POV“Bunny?” Prez asked, turning to Jasper.“This should be a perfect place,” he replied to the unasked question and surprised me when a huge map appeared on the white wall behind us. On the map was a huge air photo of a wooded area that I didn’t recognize, but the bikers seemed to know what they were talking about.“It’s in the woods, but accessible by car and bikes,” Steel continued, circling some lines that looked like roads. “And it’s not far from the clubhouse, which would make it seem like she just got lucky and escaped.”In the meantime, Jasper had pulled out a disposable phone, and after a few seconds of tinkering with it, he handed it to me.“This is untraceable, so they won’t know where you are exactly, but it will get them into the general area,” he explain
Grace’s POV“We’ll get them through your brother, Carlson,” Prez stated – as if he’d already thought this through. Hell, he probably had but didn’t act on it because he didn’t want me in any kind of danger.I shivered, just thinking about the hard, possessive kiss earlier. He kissed me as if he needed me more than his next breath. I didn’t know you could love someone as deeply and completely as I loved my big, bad biker. He gave me that teenage, butterfly-in-your-belly feeling that I never thought I would experience when I got to my age. Made me smile like a goofy fool and laugh uncontrollably without feeling ashamed of it.He made me feel like being me was enough…“You need to call him and draw him out somewhere where we easily can access him,” Prez continued, looking at St
Prez’s POVI admired Cracker’s spunk, but--- there was no fucking way that Steel was going to let his woman be in any danger. Hell, the guy had already almost lost her once, I didn’t even fault the guy for not wanting to tempt faith.Even if it was a good idea…And it’s not like he didn’t have reason to worry. People had been calling us and telling us how they’d been approached by strangers who were asking about us. About our numbers and our security. And more specifically, asking about Cracker and Grace…Over the past week, men on black unmarked motorcycles had been spotted around the club and at my house. Driving up and down the road that led to Cracker’s and Steel’s place. We’d been trying to find out what MC, but they were smart and covered up their logo.