All Chapters of Bikers and Bakeries: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Axel’s POV Black Dawn had a tight security along the border, making it hard for me to sneak through. When I finally did, I made a beeline to the nearest junkyard. I took my motorcycle that Alpha Scott had brought with him to the meeting at Melody’s for me and drained all the fluids from it. I found their crushing machine deep in the yard, rolled the bike into it and started playing taps on my phone; placing the phone on the seat as I backed up to the controls. I cried a little as I watched my baby squish into an unrecognizable metal cube along with the phone, any trace I was in the gang now nothing more than a square of metal in a random junkyard. The phone was just a fancy burner, nothing to cry over as it was ground to rubble along with the bike. The SIM card along with it. I picked up my saddlebags and skedaddled out of there, heading to the nearest dealership of bikes. I found a crotch rocket I paid cash for on the spot; not really my style, but it would do.

Fuck, yah. Much better. I went back to thinking about my mate; or at least the fuzzy memory I had of her. I pictured that it was her ass taking me deep like this, sucking and pulling at my dick as hard as she could. When we had finished those six years ago; I went to go sober up in a bathroom stall; being hit with a wolfsbane dart in the neck. When I had come to, Gage had me in the sidecar and out of the city; my mate nowhere to be seen. He had said that no one knew where I was until the bar opened the next day, the staff finding me stuffed into a bathroom stall like a junkie on a last trip. He had pulled me out of there quickly, not wanting the cops to be called. I couldn’t very well go back searching for my mate, not with the area so hot. That’s why I had settled down with Teddy Two. I knew she was somewhere in Michigan, I just needed to find her. “Oh, Goddess! I’m coming!” Ruby cried out as she squirted back onto my balls, the slapping sound spurring me on. I finished short

Melody’s POV “Go ahead and send them in.” I said as I sat my slice of cake to the side. A young boy in his teens came through the door, holding a box of something that smelled amazing. “Greg! Hey little brother!” Teddy got up and went to him, bringing him in for a hug, making the boy blush and squirm away. “I’m here officially!” He protested as Teddy mussed up his hair. “Doesn’t smell like it! Those are mom’s sopapillas in there, aren’t they?” Teddy took the box and lifted the lid, sniffing deeply as he did. “They are, but they’re supposed to be for Melody.” Greg glared at Teddy, crossing his arms in an attempt to be serious. Teddy ignored him as he plopped one of his ill gotten gains into his mouth, moaning loudly as he chewed. I ignored Teddy after Beta Walter and I chuckled for a second and stood up and went around the desk. “Greg, it’s nice to meet you; I’m Melody.” “Alpha Melody, it is an honor to meet you. I am Beta Gregory here on behalf of Alpha The

“Fuck.” I said sullenly, accepting my mistake. “I’m sorry, Gage.” He shook his head at me, disappointment evident. “You know, I always looked up to you and the others; but damnit, when it comes to women you are an asshole. I’m betting a female will be your downfall if you don’t cut this shit out.” I hung my head, my shame evident at the whole situation. “You’re right… and Gage,” “Yah, you grumpy bastard?” He raised an eyebrow at me, waiting. “How would you like to become one of my betas?” He raised both eyebrows at me then, more than likely not expecting that at all. “I need someone like you to call me out, someone who isn’t afraid of telling me no and how much of an idiot I’m being.” “I’ll think about it.” Gage looked skeptical, but intrigued with the notion. I knew a bit about his background; he would need to be trained deeply about werewolf culture and law, but he had a level head most males ignored. After a minute or two, Gage spoke up again. “You really need to work

Chester’s POV The walk to Marta’s felt like it was miles away rather than a few blocks, my feet dragging the whole way. I saw a few of the gang members milling about, stopping to say hi to a few of them. A couple even had questions about living in the pack area and when the higher ranked of them could be moved to the smaller packs. They were sad that the gang was officially becoming disbanded, especially with the war; but also happy too that they would finally have places to call their own. The only ones really left of the thirty seven Grave Wolves was Sam and nine others, heading out tomorrow. They had promised to spread the word about Black Haven, but I had my doubts. I knew Gage was still debating whether or not to accept my offer, but I had an inkling he would. All too soon, I was in front of Marta’s house; the smell of steaks wafting from the screened front door. I went up and knocked, hearing her call to come in from somewhere in the house. I squared my shoulders, quelled