Taking It All: A Hellfire Riders MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 6) by Kati Wilde Page A
Authors: Kati Wilde
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it before. I wasn’t a virgin with Saxon. When I was younger, I thought I could just force my way through the terror. That magically the fear would go away if I just let a guy fuck me. So twice—once about twelve years ago, and again a year later—I made myself lie there and bear it. I can bear it again.
“Yes,” I say and I don’t think Blowback believes me. I don’t care if he does. “Is he going to lose the club if I don’t?”
He doesn’t want to answer that. But he finally responds. “Sooner or later. Probably sooner, because he’ll walk.”
My eyes are burning. The club made Saxon feel a part of something when he was injured and in a bad place. But I know that’s not the only reason it matters to him. They’re his brothers. Some might be assholes, but leaving the Riders would be like ripping out part of himself.
“Are there any other options?”
Blowback nods. “He leaves you.”
Shit. Shit. All at once I’m crying and I can’t stop it. “He won’t.”
“No.”
“Because he’ll keep his word. They’re fucking saying he won’t, but he’ll go with me even if he’d rather stay.”
“Yes.”
And then what? Oh, God. Despair suddenly rips me open and I’m bawling into my hands, just fucking bawling while Blowback looks on as if I’m folding laundry. If Saxon walks away so that he can keep his promise to protect me, how long before he begins wishing that he never had?
But it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. Because it won’t happen. I’m not going to let him walk.
I lift my head out of my hands. My breath comes in hot shudders and my chest feels hollowed out. Empty.
Determination is slowly filling it. “Will they have a leg to stand on if the terms of the First Lady clause are fulfilled?”
There’s suddenly a glint of life in that flat gaze. Surprise? Admiration? I don’t know.
“No,” he says. “It’ll cut their legs out from beneath them.”
I nod and take a deep breath. “All right, then. What exactly needs to happen—and when is the next meeting?”
Chapter Seven
Saxon
Blowback is texting while the hands go up on the Titans vote. Unanimous. If the Titans vote the same way, they’re in. It’s what I wanted and yet right now I’m not celebrating. I’m five seconds away from slamming my fist into my veep’s face. Texting as I call for a vote. Showing such fucking disrespect. On today, of all fucking days, because as soon as the next item of business is finished the First Lady clause goes up to vote, and I’ll probably be walking away.
Widowmaker begins reading the next item on the agenda. I rub my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. My head is pounding. I can barely fucking hear him. Then I realize he’s not talking. He’s just silent. Everyone is silent. And they’re looking toward the entrance leading from the garage.
Jenny is standing there.
My heart slams right up against my ribs. Why the hell is she here? Is she hurt? Being chased by the Eighty-Eight? I come up off my stool but she doesn’t look afraid. Her chin is up and she…
Looks fucking amazing. A black dress with two tiny shoulder straps fits her like a glove from her tits to her upper thighs. She’s wearing heels that make her legs seem endless. Her hair is loose and hanging down in thick waves, and I’ve never seen her eyes so smoky or her lips so red.
She focuses on me and starts coming. My brain lurches ahead like a choked engine. She’s here, looking like that. And Blowback was just texting.
Letting her know when to come in?
Anger slams through me like a runaway train. I whirl on him, fists clenched. “If you said a fucking word to her—”
“She came to me,” he interrupts evenly.
This isn’t going to fucking happen. I push away from my seat and head her off. Her eyes are on me, her shoulders back, and she walks past the club members as if she doesn’t give a fuck, but does she think I can’t see how nervous she is?
I meet her halfway. She grips the edges of my
“Yes,” I say and I don’t think Blowback believes me. I don’t care if he does. “Is he going to lose the club if I don’t?”
He doesn’t want to answer that. But he finally responds. “Sooner or later. Probably sooner, because he’ll walk.”
My eyes are burning. The club made Saxon feel a part of something when he was injured and in a bad place. But I know that’s not the only reason it matters to him. They’re his brothers. Some might be assholes, but leaving the Riders would be like ripping out part of himself.
“Are there any other options?”
Blowback nods. “He leaves you.”
Shit. Shit. All at once I’m crying and I can’t stop it. “He won’t.”
“No.”
“Because he’ll keep his word. They’re fucking saying he won’t, but he’ll go with me even if he’d rather stay.”
“Yes.”
And then what? Oh, God. Despair suddenly rips me open and I’m bawling into my hands, just fucking bawling while Blowback looks on as if I’m folding laundry. If Saxon walks away so that he can keep his promise to protect me, how long before he begins wishing that he never had?
But it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. Because it won’t happen. I’m not going to let him walk.
I lift my head out of my hands. My breath comes in hot shudders and my chest feels hollowed out. Empty.
Determination is slowly filling it. “Will they have a leg to stand on if the terms of the First Lady clause are fulfilled?”
There’s suddenly a glint of life in that flat gaze. Surprise? Admiration? I don’t know.
“No,” he says. “It’ll cut their legs out from beneath them.”
I nod and take a deep breath. “All right, then. What exactly needs to happen—and when is the next meeting?”
Chapter Seven
Saxon
Blowback is texting while the hands go up on the Titans vote. Unanimous. If the Titans vote the same way, they’re in. It’s what I wanted and yet right now I’m not celebrating. I’m five seconds away from slamming my fist into my veep’s face. Texting as I call for a vote. Showing such fucking disrespect. On today, of all fucking days, because as soon as the next item of business is finished the First Lady clause goes up to vote, and I’ll probably be walking away.
Widowmaker begins reading the next item on the agenda. I rub my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. My head is pounding. I can barely fucking hear him. Then I realize he’s not talking. He’s just silent. Everyone is silent. And they’re looking toward the entrance leading from the garage.
Jenny is standing there.
My heart slams right up against my ribs. Why the hell is she here? Is she hurt? Being chased by the Eighty-Eight? I come up off my stool but she doesn’t look afraid. Her chin is up and she…
Looks fucking amazing. A black dress with two tiny shoulder straps fits her like a glove from her tits to her upper thighs. She’s wearing heels that make her legs seem endless. Her hair is loose and hanging down in thick waves, and I’ve never seen her eyes so smoky or her lips so red.
She focuses on me and starts coming. My brain lurches ahead like a choked engine. She’s here, looking like that. And Blowback was just texting.
Letting her know when to come in?
Anger slams through me like a runaway train. I whirl on him, fists clenched. “If you said a fucking word to her—”
“She came to me,” he interrupts evenly.
This isn’t going to fucking happen. I push away from my seat and head her off. Her eyes are on me, her shoulders back, and she walks past the club members as if she doesn’t give a fuck, but does she think I can’t see how nervous she is?
I meet her halfway. She grips the edges of my
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