Page 67 of Protected by the Biker (Grim Reaper MC)
Silence permeated around us. I honestly had no idea what to say. I had loved my job as an undercover detective, but could I do that now with Carina in my life? Her family just got me out of hot water by getting the investigation on them pulled. How was I supposed to continue my job?
I cleared my throat, breaking the silence. “You know, O’Malley? As much as I would love to, my heart is just not in it anymore.”
O’Malley put down his cigar and stared at me. “What the fuck do you mean?”
“I mean, I’m sick of the undercover lifestyle, and putting my life constantly on the line.”
“Are you saying you want a desk job now?” O’Malley asked.
“No…I was thinking more of sergeant.”
EPILOUGE - Carina
FIVE MONTHS LATER
Harrison had transitioned into a sergeant a month after he informed my family about the set up. We started to see each other regularly, since his job was now more 9-5 and I couldn’t have been happier. He dealt mainly with the sex crimes unit, which thankfully my family had no part in.
Both of us kept our distance from my father’s business, but he still somehow managed to get along with him, and attended a few occasional family dinners. With his pay bump to sergeant, he purchased a home in a middle-class neighborhood and finally got rid of his city apartment, though he did use his phone to play city noises while he slept. He had a three-bedroom house that was perfect. It was a place that I could imagine raising a family in.
I walked through the door after work, since most evenings I found myself there.
“Harrison?” I called out to him, but nothing but silence flooded back into my ears. I closed the door behind me and placed my duffle bag on the floor.
“Harrison? Babe? Where are you at?”
I walked slowly through the house, checking each room carefully. It looked just like the home he was given during his undercover work in Chicago. It was still completely bare. I knew that it would take a woman’s touch to spice it up a little bit. I slowly opened closet doors, thinking he was going to jump out and try to scare me. After each door I opened, there was nothing but emptiness on the other side.
“Harrison? Alright, enough of the games. Where are you at?”
I made my way to the end of the house and opened the back-patio door. The water in the swimming pool on the deck sparkled under the bright sunlight. I smiled, imagining the times we spent with each other inside that very water. After a few moments went by, I closed the door and continued through the house. When I got back to the front room, Harrison was kneeled before me. Startled, I jumped backwards.
“Jesus Christ, Harrison! Why didn’t you answer me when I called you? And why are you–”
Just then, my attention was redirected to the black box he held inside of his hand. As soon as he propped it open, the large, princess cut diamond sparkled like glitter. I put my hand over my heart. My breathing picked up. My heart felt as though it was going to leap out of my throat.
“From the very first day I met you, I knew you were special. I wasn’t looking for love. I wasn’t even looking for someone to be with, but when you came along, you changed all of that. From that day, I knew that I didn’t want to spend my life without you. When I sacrificed my career for you, I knew that what I had for you was more than just a feeling. It was something concrete. Something I didn’t want to live without. Carina, I didn’t believe in love at first sight until I met you and now, I know it is real and I don’t want to spend another day without you. Baby, I want to spend forever with you and I hope ‘ever’ never comes. Will you marry me?”
I answered him with eyes full of tears, nodding my head before I charged him and knocked him backwards onto the ground. I held him tight as I embraced him on the floor. Mrs. Harrison Nash. No other name in the world had a better ring to it.
THE END
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Snake (The Road Rebels MC #3)
by Savannah Rylan
Chapter 1
Snake
Everyone was on edge at the lodge. Mac was on high alert with what the Devil Saints were concocting, and people were getting cramped. Fights between close friends were growing more heated, stupid shit like the thermostat was being fought over, and the food was running out faster than we could keep it stocked in the fucking kitchen. This was bullshit, and we all knew it, but none of us wanted to take any chances. That fucking bull-headed asshole, Beast, shot his damn wife in front of us.
That shithead would stop at nothing to take us all down.
Passing the time was difficult. Between keeping an eye on Talon with my damn sister and making sure Emery didn’t run out of the compound, shit was getting real. Hawk was fucking tired, Sidney was doing her best to keep everyone afloat with positivity, Emery was bored as hell like the rest of us, and I cringed every time my sister retreated into a room with Talon.
They were being fucking handsy as all get out, and I didn’t like it one bit.
So, distractions were what I needed. I’d slip out and make my way into town to find myself a nice piece of ass to settle down with for the night. Some trashy broad with painted on makeup, daisy dukes that showcased her ass, and her fat rolls hanging off the sides. The bigger, the better. Those types of women were warm, comfortable, and always had the tightest pussies alive. They knew how to suck down cock as well as the rest of them, but they had no standards on how to be treated. I could lick their pussy nice, and then they’d give me whatever the fuck I wanted in bed.
Why? Because men usually mistreated women like that.
Two good moves in bed and they were putty in my fucking hands. A little lick of the pussy, some nice pounding from behind, and they were all mine for the rest of the night. I’d woken to more blowjobs than I had pots of coffee in my life, which was great. Because coffee was shit.
I hated the stuff.
Mac knew what I was doing, and I knew he didn’t approve. He wanted everyone on the compound to stay put as much as they could. But that shit wasn’t gonna fly with me. I needed out. I needed away from the physical affections of Talon and my sister. I needed away from the tension and the arguments and the fights that broke out over fucking lightbulbs.
Lightbulbs, people. Just go fucking buy another one.
Every night, it was a different girl, and every night it was a warm body to sleep next to. My bed didn’t feel as empty, and my mind didn’t seem so damn distracted. When I was sleeping next to one of these women, whose thick legs and jiggling arms were draped over me all damn night, I didn’t think about her. I didn’t dream about her or crave her or wonder how she was doing in any way.
And it was nice, to not have her take up my mind.
Every night I spent alone, she was there. With her curves and her soft tresses of hair and her sweet little smile. She was there, with her sassy mouth and her crass tongue and her soft skin that called to me even when we were sitting in a restaurant and eating food. Whenever I closed my eyes at night and saw her, the dreams were vivid. So detailed that I expected her to be there when I woke up. I expected to roll over and feel her tits
pressing against my skin or feel her short, stubby little legs threaded in between mine.
Laiken, the woman I had loved.
Laiken, the woman I had broken.
That woman had been strong physically, emotionally, and mentally. She was a spitfire with a tongue that could cut you down in a heartbeat. She was a minx in the sack, knew how to suck a dick all the way back into her throat, and could take a pounding in any orifice I shoved myself into. She was perfect for me. A crass young woman with thick curves who knew how to throw her weight around in bed. She was intelligent, educated, and knew exactly what she wanted to do with her life.
Too bad what she wanted to do was become a police officer.
I fucked it up, and I knew I did. Can’t keep lying to a girl and expect her to stay. But I had no choice in the matter, and that was the shitty hand I was dealt. I couldn’t do anything about it, and neither could she. Love doesn’t make a relationship stay afloat. It takes more than that.
She was the one that taught me that, but it didn’t stop me from continuing to love her.
I kept that shit to myself. No one needed to know that I was capable of loving someone. Staying at arm’s length and being crass is what earned me the position I now held with The Road Rebels. I was a cusser. I was a drinker. I was a rider. And I was cold. Hardened to the world. Impenetrable by any woman unless she wanted my cock between her legs.
But this night was going to be different. This night, I would dream about her. Because tonight, Mac had a fucking job for me to do.
Great.
“Snake. Fox. Get over her,” Mac said.
“What now?” I asked.
“Cut the shit and listen,” Fox said.
“Thanks, Fox. Anyway. I need you two to stick to the shadows and go scope out the Devil Saints compound,” Mac said.
“What’s happened now?” I asked.
“I’ve heard some whisperings of them loading up on some stuff. Ammunition. Guns. Grenades. The works. I need to know if that’s true,” Mac said.
