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Jaguar.I sat in Jaguar’s bedroom, my pussy soaking wet, trying to get his words out of my head.He left you. You can’t forget that, I kept thinking over and over.I couldn’t give him another chance. I’d learned that the hard way in my life. You let a man fuck you over once and he’d keep doing it, again and again. That was just his nature.Jaguar had fucked me over back then. Got my hopes up, got my body interested, my mind interested, and then he just disappeared. I wasn’t going to make the same stupid mistake, no matter what he was doing for me.I sighed, frustrated beyond belief. I wanted to sit out there and have another beer, but he seemed so incapable of having a normal conversation. Besides, seeing my apartment torn to shreds had really shaken me to my core.I knew bad guys were out there looking for me. I wouldn’t have put myself through everything so far if I didn’t really believe that. But actually seeing my apartment in that state really hammered home the fact that I was wa

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Veronica.A half hour later, we pulled up in front of the clubhouse. We climbed off Jaguar’s bike.“Just relax,” he said to me. “It’s going to be okay.”“I’m relaxed.”“Good. Jetter used to be a member of our club back before he defected and became the leader of the Rebels.”“Really?” I asked, surprised.“Really. Him and Phoenix have history.”“What kind of history?”“The sort you don’t ask about,” he said. “Come on.”He led me inside and sat me down at a table. The place was pretty empty, with only the young bartender and the two guys named Mason and Spoil.“Boys,” Jaguar said to them.They nodded back but didn’t come over.“Friendly,” I said.“Don’t mind them. They’re just pissed about this war thing.”“I thought all you bikers wanted to do was fight and kill each other?”“Not always,” he said, grinning. “Sometimes we like to fuck.”I opened my mouth to respond but was quickly interrupted by Phoenix coming out from the back room.“You’re here,” he said to me and Jaguar.“Of course,”

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Veronica.I laughed, and before Jaguar could say more, the door opened.I looked up. Two men walked in. One was short and balding, and the other was taller with dark, slicked-back hair. He was smiling this huge, goofy smile.“Here we go,” Jaguar said softly.I nodded, downing my drink. I hadn’t realized how nervous I was. “Okay.”Jaguar stood up and gestured at the men.“Brother Jaguar,” the smiling man said.“Not your brother anymore,” Jaguar answered.“This the girl?” He ignored Jaguar’s comment and looked at me, smiling his big, sleazy smile.“This is her. Veronica, this is Jetter.”“Nice to meet you,” I said, though I felt like I wanted to puke.“It’s great to meet you.” He nodded at the bald man, who gave me a little smile and then walked over to the bar. Jetter sat down at our table.“Drink?” Jaguar asked.“Thanks,” he said.Jaguar gestured at the bartender, who walked over. Jetter asked for a whisky, and I asked for another gin and tonic. When the drinks came, Jetter took one l

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Jaguar.I woke up, hungover and bleary, back aching from lying on the couch all damn night. My cell phone was ringing, so I grabbed it.“What?” I barked.“It’s me,” Phoenix said.“What’s up, prez?” I asked. “It’s early as fuck.”“Got a job today.”That made me sit up. “What’s the deal?”“Meeting with the Mezcals. Buying a little shipment.”“Time?”“Two hours. Down by our favorite cactus patch.”“Who’s coming?”“A few guys. Meet here in twenty.”“Got it.”I hung up the phone and sat up, grunting. I checked the time and frowned. It was barely past six, and the sun probably just rose not long ago.Damn Phoenix and his fucking early morning meetings.I stood up and put some coffee on. My memory of the night before was hazy, but I knew nothing had happened. As soon as we got back to my house, Veronica had disappeared in my bedroom, and I had drunk whisky until I could finally pass out on my uncomfortable couch.The damn girl was going to be the death of me.I poured a cup of coffee and wal

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Jaguar.Bullets sprayed everywhere. I counted four guys firing from the hills as we got behind our bikes. The Mexicans started shooting back, and I tried to signal to Juan Manuel that it wasn’t us attacking.Whether he saw me or not, he didn’t seem to give a shit. The Mexicans got onto their bikes and rode off, not caring that we were pinned down.I cursed. “Mason, man, we gotta make moves,” I yelled over the gunfire.“Got you boss.”Mason, Spoil, and Thade all began returning fire. I nodded to Locke. He was a young guy, one of the newest members. I liked him for his recklessness and his desire to prove himself.We moved together, sprinting toward the hills. Bullets sprayed all around us, but the others did their job. We made it, diving down onto the base of the hill.We quickly ran up the side, guns firing. Ahead, I could see the guys more clearly. They were bikers, without a doubt.“Toss it, fuck,” I yelled to Locke.He grinned hugely and pulled a grenade from his jacket. He pulled

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Veronica.I leaned back on the couch and stared up at the ceiling.My coffee had gone cold an hour ago, but I was still forcing myself to sip it. The same awful reality TV show about this rich family was playing, and although I didn’t want to keep watching it, I genuinely had nothing else to do. I was trapped in Jaguar’s cabin while some pledges sat outside to protect me.Although I didn’t really feel too protected. The image of my apartment torn into pieces from the day before kept coming back to me, not to mention the nightmare from the night before where I’d watched Rod get shot over and over and over.I figured I’d have that nightmare for a while.I stood up and stretched and then walked over to the front door. I pulled it open and looked outside.The two pledges were sitting on Jaguar’s rocking chairs, smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee.“You guys need anything?” I asked.“Nah,” the kid named Ryan said. “I’m good.”“Mind if I have more coffee?” Slip asked.I smiled and took h

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Veronica.I bit my lip, feeling the orgasm come over me. I kept rubbing my pussy, eyes shut, sitting on his couch. My whole body quivered as thoughts of Jaguar kept running through my mind.Suddenly I heard a bike come roaring up the driveway. Embarrassed, I got up from the couch, my head buzzing, and ran into the bathroom. I rinsed my fingers off just in time to hear the door bang open.“Veronica.” It was Jaguar.I came back out. “Hi, Jaguar,” I said.“You okay?”I smiled at him awkwardly. Did he somehow know that I was just getting myself off to him? “I’m fine. Why? Nothing is going on.”He cocked his head. “You seem flushed.”“I’m fine,” I snapped, looking away.“Good.” He looked around. “We need to head to the clubhouse.”“What’s wrong?”“Something happened. Come on. Get dressed.”I looked at him for a second and saw the anxiety and stress on his face. I walked into the bedroom and quickly got dressed, mentally kicking myself.What the hell was I thinking, masturbating right there

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Jaguar.The whole damn chapter was in absolute chaos.The boys had gotten fat, dumb, and happy. Most of them hadn’t been around for the war back in the day that had grown us from some two-bit backwater to the dominant force we had become. They didn’t know what it meant to bleed for your club.Though many of the old-timers knew it, and knew it well, they didn’t want war because they were tired of fighting.But they hadn’t been there. They hadn’t see Tyson get gunned down. They hadn’t seen the Snakes try to come at us. They hadn’t seen the grenade that blew them to pieces.We spent most of the day at the clubhouse, talking with people, organizing, trying to figure out what our next move was. Phoenix spent most of the morning with the council, talking strategy or whatever else they talked about.And then there was Veronica. I kept thinking about what she had looked like in the morning when I’d gone to wake her up, that cute fucking yawn, her sexy as fuck body. I wasn’t sure she really un

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Veronica.Every girl dreamed about her wedding day.Maybe that was a cliché, but I didn’t care. Maybe she didn’t obsess about it, but every girl thought about it from time to time.When I imagined my wedding day, it was always outside. I saw friends and family all sitting on cute white chairs while I walked down the aisle in a beautiful white dress. Daddy would give me away, but he’d be sober, reformed. My husband would be strapping, handsome but kind, and not at all a drinker.I never imagined that I would be in the bathroom of a biker bar changing into a borrowed dress with a girl I’d met only two days before.“How’s it going in there, honey?” Leilani asked.“It’s tight,” I said, taking a deep breath and squeezing myself into the dress. “Really tight.”“Supposed to be, sweetie,” she said. “Got to show off the goods, make Jaguar know what he’s getting.”I sighed. I didn’t want to make Jaguar know anything. I didn’t want to be in a grimy toilet stall shoving myself into some totally r

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Veronica.Two hours later, I looked like a prostitute.Okay, maybe not that bad. But my hair was teased out, my makeup was heavy, and I felt like I was just one pair of insanely high heels away from getting propositioned on the street.Leilani disappeared to get us both a drink, and I sat there in her little folding chair, looking at myself in the mirror. I could barely recognize myself, and I had no clue how I had gotten to where I was. The path seemed insanely foggy, the events all too fast. And yet there I was, staring at myself in the mirror on my wedding day.There was a knock at the door. “Come on in,” I called out. “Right on time. I could use that drink.”“I hear that.”I looked over, surprised. Standing in the doorway was Jaguar, grinning at me. He was wearing a suit, no tie, the dress shirt left open. Around his neck was a small necklace with the Sandcastles MC logo in gold.“Holy shit,” I said.He looked good. Really damn good. I was shocked that he was wearing a suit, but t

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