Surviving The Biker (Motorcyle Club Romance) by K.L. Middleton, Cassie Alexandra Page A
Authors: K.L. Middleton, Cassie Alexandra
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“No Trespassing.”
“Looks like Mud’s the only one here,” murmured one of the bikers as we walked past an old white pickup that was parked near the dumpsters. The garbage inside was bad enough to make me gag.
“Smells like death in there, doesn’t it?” said Skull, noticing my sour expression. “You piss me off anymore and I’ll put you in there with the trash. Of course, the smell won’t bother you, because by then you’ll be dead.”
I ignored him.
When we got inside, the lights were on and I noticed that the place was similar to Griffin’s, only without a stage. Besides there being a bar, there were two stripper poles, three pinball machines, and two pools table in the back next to an old jukebox.
“It’s about time you made it,” said a gravelly voice.
I turned toward a man getting up from a black leather sofa that was stationed near the back. He was naked from the waist up, muscular, and had several tattoos on his chest and arms. He looked like he was in his forties and reminded me a little of the actor, Danny Bonaduce, with his red hair and ruddy complexion.
He didn’t say anything when he saw Brandy’s swollen face, but his eyes widened in surprise when he noticed me. “Look at what we have here. You are not at all what I expected. I take it this is Adriana?” he said, turning to Skull. “Raptor’s ‘real’ Old Lady?”
“I am not Raptor’s ‘real’ Old Lady,” I muttered.
His head snapped back toward me. “Is this the right girl, Skull?”
“It is, Mud,” he answered, smirking. “She’s lying.”
So, this was Mud. “I’m not lying,” I snapped, angrily. “I’m not with him. I’m not even dating him. As far as I’m concerned, Brandy is his Old Lady.”
He looked at Brandy. “You’re Raptor’s Old Lady?”
She laughed coldly. “I don’t know. He hasn’t decided yet.”
“You the pregnant one?” he asked her.
She nodded.
“They got you pretty good,” he said, staring at her face. His eyes lowered. “You bleeding between your legs?”
“No,” she answered quietly, looking embarrassed.
“Then you’re probably fine.”
“How do you know, are you a doctor?” she asked.
“No, but I’m the guy who says whether or not you’re going to get another beating, so show some respect,” he snapped.
She gritted her teeth together but didn’t reply.
Grunting, he turned back to me. “What are you, a college student?”
I nodded.
His eyes traveled down my body. “I can see why Breaker was obsessed with a chick like you. You’re definitely his type.”
“What type is that?” I asked, scowling.
“Young and sweet,” replied Mud, walking over to me. Before I could do anything, he grabbed me by the jaw and held it tightly while he examined my face like I was some kind of animal. “Skull, she looks like that actress, what’s her name?” he asked, releasing me. “From Desperate Housewives. Eva something? She played Gabrielle.”
“I don’t know,” said Skull. “Never watched it.”
“Longoria,” said one of the other men.
“That’s right. I didn’t care too much for the show but those bitches were hot. Especially her.” He walked over to the bar and grabbed the bottle of whiskey that was sitting there. He unscrewed the cap and turned to me. “So, how desperate are you?” he asked, smiling darkly.
I didn’t reply.
He took a swig of the bottle and then wiped his mouth. “Come on, now. What are you willing to do to walk out of here alive?”
“You’ll let us walk out of here alive?” I asked.
“Maybe. See, I’m not the bad guy here. I’ve been forced into this situation by those bastards, the Gold Vipers.”
My eyes narrowed. “Did they force you to kill Krystal?”
“Krystal? Oh, you’re talking about the blonde, aren’t you?” he said. “She was a little firecracker, that one. In a way, they did force me to kill her. Those assholes killed a part of my family and someone had to pay.”
“She had nothing to do
“Looks like Mud’s the only one here,” murmured one of the bikers as we walked past an old white pickup that was parked near the dumpsters. The garbage inside was bad enough to make me gag.
“Smells like death in there, doesn’t it?” said Skull, noticing my sour expression. “You piss me off anymore and I’ll put you in there with the trash. Of course, the smell won’t bother you, because by then you’ll be dead.”
I ignored him.
When we got inside, the lights were on and I noticed that the place was similar to Griffin’s, only without a stage. Besides there being a bar, there were two stripper poles, three pinball machines, and two pools table in the back next to an old jukebox.
“It’s about time you made it,” said a gravelly voice.
I turned toward a man getting up from a black leather sofa that was stationed near the back. He was naked from the waist up, muscular, and had several tattoos on his chest and arms. He looked like he was in his forties and reminded me a little of the actor, Danny Bonaduce, with his red hair and ruddy complexion.
He didn’t say anything when he saw Brandy’s swollen face, but his eyes widened in surprise when he noticed me. “Look at what we have here. You are not at all what I expected. I take it this is Adriana?” he said, turning to Skull. “Raptor’s ‘real’ Old Lady?”
“I am not Raptor’s ‘real’ Old Lady,” I muttered.
His head snapped back toward me. “Is this the right girl, Skull?”
“It is, Mud,” he answered, smirking. “She’s lying.”
So, this was Mud. “I’m not lying,” I snapped, angrily. “I’m not with him. I’m not even dating him. As far as I’m concerned, Brandy is his Old Lady.”
He looked at Brandy. “You’re Raptor’s Old Lady?”
She laughed coldly. “I don’t know. He hasn’t decided yet.”
“You the pregnant one?” he asked her.
She nodded.
“They got you pretty good,” he said, staring at her face. His eyes lowered. “You bleeding between your legs?”
“No,” she answered quietly, looking embarrassed.
“Then you’re probably fine.”
“How do you know, are you a doctor?” she asked.
“No, but I’m the guy who says whether or not you’re going to get another beating, so show some respect,” he snapped.
She gritted her teeth together but didn’t reply.
Grunting, he turned back to me. “What are you, a college student?”
I nodded.
His eyes traveled down my body. “I can see why Breaker was obsessed with a chick like you. You’re definitely his type.”
“What type is that?” I asked, scowling.
“Young and sweet,” replied Mud, walking over to me. Before I could do anything, he grabbed me by the jaw and held it tightly while he examined my face like I was some kind of animal. “Skull, she looks like that actress, what’s her name?” he asked, releasing me. “From Desperate Housewives. Eva something? She played Gabrielle.”
“I don’t know,” said Skull. “Never watched it.”
“Longoria,” said one of the other men.
“That’s right. I didn’t care too much for the show but those bitches were hot. Especially her.” He walked over to the bar and grabbed the bottle of whiskey that was sitting there. He unscrewed the cap and turned to me. “So, how desperate are you?” he asked, smiling darkly.
I didn’t reply.
He took a swig of the bottle and then wiped his mouth. “Come on, now. What are you willing to do to walk out of here alive?”
“You’ll let us walk out of here alive?” I asked.
“Maybe. See, I’m not the bad guy here. I’ve been forced into this situation by those bastards, the Gold Vipers.”
My eyes narrowed. “Did they force you to kill Krystal?”
“Krystal? Oh, you’re talking about the blonde, aren’t you?” he said. “She was a little firecracker, that one. In a way, they did force me to kill her. Those assholes killed a part of my family and someone had to pay.”
“She had nothing to do
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