Biker's Bride: A Bad Boy Romance (Demons MC) (Includes bonus novel Kinged!) by B. B. Hamel
Authors: B. B. Hamel
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I walked into the bedroom and quickly got dressed, mentally kicking myself.
What the hell was I thinking, masturbating right there on his couch? Since when could I barely control myself? I was like a horny, stupid teenager again or something.
“Come on,” he said impatiently from the other room.
“Ford, tell me what’s going on. Are you okay?” I called back, getting dressed.
“I’m fine.” But I could hear the stress in his voice.
I came back out wearing a pair of short jean shorts and a black T-shirt. “Tell me, Ford.”
“Something happened at the job,” he said, his voice strained. “Come on. You’ll hear more at the clubhouse.”
I nodded and followed him outside. Ryan and Slip were already on their bikes, engines started. I slipped Ford’s helmet on and then I got on the back. He kicked the bike into gear and we sped off back toward the clubhouse.
The thrill of riding on Ford’s bike was severely diminished by the fact that something bad had clearly happened. He seemed to be okay, but I could tell he was worried about me.
We pulled up outside the clubhouse, and I was shocked by the number of bikes parked outside. There had been a lot the other day, but that was maybe half this number.
“A lot of people,” I said to Ford.
“Big news coming,” he grunted.
“Should I be worried?”
“You’re fine. Just stick with me.”
We pushed into the clubhouse, my stomach a nervous knot.
I hadn’t spent much time around the Demons MC yet. I didn’t know the guys very well or really how the whole group worked. But I could tell instantly that something serious was going on.
The place was packed. Ford waded through the mass, greeting guys, shaking hands, and finally ended up at a table with Clutch and Janine. She smiled at me and made a face as we sat down.
“Crazy, right?” she whispered
“What’s going on?” I asked her.
“Hell if I know. I probably shouldn’t even be here.”
Ford and Clutch instantly began talking quietly to each other, clearly trying to make sure we couldn’t hear. I looked around the room and spotted a few guys I recognized, but for the most part it was filled with strangers.
“I didn’t know they had so many members,” I said.
“Yeah. They’re huge. The other Demons chapters aren’t as big as this one,” Janine said.
“Other chapters?”
“Sure. They have chapters in a bunch of big cities, even one out in Philadelphia.”
I laughed. “That’s crazy.”
“Big organization. I’ve never seen this many here at one time before, though.”
The room was loud with men talking, and the anxiety level was pretty high. Many guys were drinking, but most were just sitting and talking. I got the sense that most people didn’t know what was going on.
After a few minutes, Larkin walked into the main room. “Assholes,” he yelled, and the room started to quiet down. He climbed up onto the bar and looked out over the room. “Been awhile since I called a full chapter meeting.”
“What the fuck’s going on?” an older man in the back yelled.
“That’s what I’m about to tell you, Tom,” Larkin said, “so hold your fucking mouth.”
The boys all laughed, and Larkin looked grim.
“At a routine buy this morning, some of our boys got ambushed.”
There was a murmur in the crowd. Ford looked at me, his face grim.
“Some of you heard, some of you haven’t, but Tyson is dead.”
There was a sudden outrage. Anger spilled out.
“Tyson?” I asked Janine.
“Nice guy,” she said, looking sad.
“We know who did it,” Larkin yelled over the mass of people. He gestured at TomTom behind the bar, and TomTom handed him a piece of cloth.
Larkin held it up. It was the back of a leather jacket with a patch of a snake spitting fire.
The room exploded. Men were yelling about revenge, war, murder. Some were wondering why the hell they were even attacked to begin with.
“Who is that?” I asked Janine.
“Snake Spit. Another big club from Dallas.”
I
What the hell was I thinking, masturbating right there on his couch? Since when could I barely control myself? I was like a horny, stupid teenager again or something.
“Come on,” he said impatiently from the other room.
“Ford, tell me what’s going on. Are you okay?” I called back, getting dressed.
“I’m fine.” But I could hear the stress in his voice.
I came back out wearing a pair of short jean shorts and a black T-shirt. “Tell me, Ford.”
“Something happened at the job,” he said, his voice strained. “Come on. You’ll hear more at the clubhouse.”
I nodded and followed him outside. Ryan and Slip were already on their bikes, engines started. I slipped Ford’s helmet on and then I got on the back. He kicked the bike into gear and we sped off back toward the clubhouse.
The thrill of riding on Ford’s bike was severely diminished by the fact that something bad had clearly happened. He seemed to be okay, but I could tell he was worried about me.
We pulled up outside the clubhouse, and I was shocked by the number of bikes parked outside. There had been a lot the other day, but that was maybe half this number.
“A lot of people,” I said to Ford.
“Big news coming,” he grunted.
“Should I be worried?”
“You’re fine. Just stick with me.”
We pushed into the clubhouse, my stomach a nervous knot.
I hadn’t spent much time around the Demons MC yet. I didn’t know the guys very well or really how the whole group worked. But I could tell instantly that something serious was going on.
The place was packed. Ford waded through the mass, greeting guys, shaking hands, and finally ended up at a table with Clutch and Janine. She smiled at me and made a face as we sat down.
“Crazy, right?” she whispered
“What’s going on?” I asked her.
“Hell if I know. I probably shouldn’t even be here.”
Ford and Clutch instantly began talking quietly to each other, clearly trying to make sure we couldn’t hear. I looked around the room and spotted a few guys I recognized, but for the most part it was filled with strangers.
“I didn’t know they had so many members,” I said.
“Yeah. They’re huge. The other Demons chapters aren’t as big as this one,” Janine said.
“Other chapters?”
“Sure. They have chapters in a bunch of big cities, even one out in Philadelphia.”
I laughed. “That’s crazy.”
“Big organization. I’ve never seen this many here at one time before, though.”
The room was loud with men talking, and the anxiety level was pretty high. Many guys were drinking, but most were just sitting and talking. I got the sense that most people didn’t know what was going on.
After a few minutes, Larkin walked into the main room. “Assholes,” he yelled, and the room started to quiet down. He climbed up onto the bar and looked out over the room. “Been awhile since I called a full chapter meeting.”
“What the fuck’s going on?” an older man in the back yelled.
“That’s what I’m about to tell you, Tom,” Larkin said, “so hold your fucking mouth.”
The boys all laughed, and Larkin looked grim.
“At a routine buy this morning, some of our boys got ambushed.”
There was a murmur in the crowd. Ford looked at me, his face grim.
“Some of you heard, some of you haven’t, but Tyson is dead.”
There was a sudden outrage. Anger spilled out.
“Tyson?” I asked Janine.
“Nice guy,” she said, looking sad.
“We know who did it,” Larkin yelled over the mass of people. He gestured at TomTom behind the bar, and TomTom handed him a piece of cloth.
Larkin held it up. It was the back of a leather jacket with a patch of a snake spitting fire.
The room exploded. Men were yelling about revenge, war, murder. Some were wondering why the hell they were even attacked to begin with.
“Who is that?” I asked Janine.
“Snake Spit. Another big club from Dallas.”
I
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