Biker Bait: The Lost Souls MC Series (3 page)

“I’m so sorry this happened baby.” she whispered in my ear, over and over.

“Why?” I sobbed.

“I don’t know, bad things have been happening you don’t know about, I trust your uncle is doing what he believes is for the best.”

I cried in her arms for a few more minutes before she pulled away and helped me pack.

“I don’t want the prospect to drive me, can you call me a cab?” I asked.

“Michael
won’t like it, just take the ride and ignore the prospect.” she urged.

I backed down
and began packing, for some reason I thought I would only need some clothes and my few possessions I couldn’t live without, until I saw the stack of cardboard boxes piled up in the corner. This was it, he expected me to take everything, wipe all trace of me ever being here.

With two minutes to spare out of my one hour time limit, the prospect hauled the last box on the back of the truck and jumped behind the wheel.

One last hug with Kitty and I was cli
mbing into the passenger seat. The drive through and out of the compound was eerily quiet, no one around to see my degrading departure.

After ten mi
nutes on the road, something felt wrong.

“Where are you taking me? I was told I was going into tow
n.” I asked.

“Last minu
te changes is all I know, I was told to take you to the cabin.” was all he said. Probably afraid I’ll hit him upside the head as promised.

I used to love going to the cabin
when I was younger, now it feels like a punishment.

I had been looking forward so much to coming home and now I don’t have one, no family and to top it off, I was going to be stuck in the middle of nowhere on my own.

Forty-five minutes later, the truck stopped outside the cabin and the prospect came round and opened my door. He was beginning to get on my good side and I didn’t want him to be, I wanted to be pissed at everyone who had a part in out casting me.

“Why don’t you go in Miss Ala
nnah and I will bring your stuff in.” he smiled, he actually had a nice smile with perfect white teeth.

“It’s okay, I can help yo
u.” I offered.

“No! I’ll do it, I was told you
weren’t to lift anythin’.” he said, sounding mortified that he wouldn’t be able to do as he was told.

I stepped back holding my hands up in defeat.

“Okay, I’ll make us a drink.” I laughed.

He visually relaxed and began hauling boxes inside.

Once he was on a roll it didn’t take long before I had boxes piled high in the living room. I was instructed to write a list of everything I needed, and looking around the kitchen, I needed a lot. There wasn’t any food, cleaning supplies and for some reason there wasn’t any plates.

Th
e prospect took the list and told me he would be back by nightfall with the goods. I didn’t want to be on my own, I done everything I could think of to entice him to stay longer but he was adamant he had a job to do.

Sighing loudly to myself
, I looked around the cabin and thought life couldn’t get any worse.

Cas

I couldn’t work out if I was happy she was gone or miserable I wouldn’t see her around the place, even though I could never get close to her. She looked broken when she came out of Michael’s office. Everything was so fucked up I couldn’t think straight. The decision to throw her over my shoulder was in question a selfish one, I wanted to feel her against me, all she saw it as was a form of removal but the five minutes it took to get her to Michael’s house was heaven to me. My hands gripping her soft skin, I wanted more and not in a one way act, it took all my will power not to slide my hands up to her ass.

Always having to choose
the club over anything never used to be a problem, the club won each and every time but when it comes to Alannah, choices are becoming a battle.

I didn’t trust myself to stay and make sure she packed, her
sprawled on her bed was giving me ideas I couldn’t afford to have. I had to hate her to make it easier to stay away from her but fuck me, it was fucking hard and so was my cock for her.

I took straight off and near enough ran to my dorm room
, jumped in the shower and stayed there long enough for Alannah to leave and then stayed in my room long after.

The atmosphere was at all-time low
when I finally returned to my brothers, it was as if someone had died.  

Oak hadn’t moved from the bar, I thought about joining him until he abruptly
got up and left.

Sparky was in the corner with the prospect who was given the job of escort
ing Alannah to the house in town. Sparky wasn’t looking happy about something so I found a spot at the bar that would get me close enough to hear what was going on.

“What do you mean she’s not
fuckin’ there?” Sparky snapped.

I could see he was losing his patience.

“Boss man told me to take her to the cabin and come back to get whatever she needs.”

“Why she at the cabin?”

The prospect shrugged, “Don’t have a clue, was told to take her there and I did.”

Something about this didn’t sit well, Michael has been making decisions without club knowledge lately and I’m sure he’s been keeping secrets. Why make it known she was going to be staying at t
he house in town and then have her taken to the cabin? She was now in a secluded area, on her own while the club is in one of the worst situations we’ve faced in years with the Ghost Riders up our asses, she’s like a sitting duck out there. I’m sure Michael hasn’t warned her of the dangers she could be facing. Alannah has never been a push over and I wouldn’t underestimate her to defend herself by any means, but the Ghost Riders will do anything to kill our club, they have been trying to take us out for the last two years without much luck and they’re getting nastier in their attacks, if they knew of her whereabouts then a single prospect guarding her wouldn’t be enough to save her.

“What have you been told to do after you deliver her shopping?”

I listened intently.

“I have to report to Michae
l.” he didn’t look comfortable talking to Sparky, “Look man, I have to go. She will be wondering where I am, she didn’t want me to leave in the first place.” he said, quickly adding, “She’s fine, I just don’t think she liked being on her own.” when he saw Sparky was about to burst with anger. I jumped in the conversation, slightly moving into Sparky’s glare at the prospect.

“Hey man, why don’t I follow him and make sure she’s secur
e.” I asked, not that I needed permission, “Then, when I get back, we’ll find out what the fuck is goin’ on.” I promised.

“Something’s goin’
on Cas, I have a bad feelin’ about this, it was weird enough he made her go but to stick her at the cabin?” he said looking confused.

I agreed with him, I slapped his shoulder as I passed and made my way to my bike.

I followed
closely behind the prospects truck, keeping my eyes everywhere.

I have been to the cabin a few times, it was impressive in size, too big for one girl on her own
in my opinion. The outside needed attention, the bushes and trees were beginning to take over and for miles around there wasn’t another house in sight.

Alannah was perched on the steps waiting, her smiled disappeared when she saw me riding behind. It wasn’t replaced with the usual repulsion
I have come to expect from her but with confusion instead.

I nodded to the prospect to make a start unloading the truck, while I wai
ted for him to finish and leave I pulled a cigarette from the pack in my pocket and lit up, inhaling deeply.

I don’t have a clue what I’m doing here, one of the
brothers could have easily checked on her. I should have stayed at the clubhouse, there wasn’t any reasonable explanation for me being here apart from my selfish need to see her.

She
stayed out of sight in the house with the prospect, no doubt hiding from me trying to figure out why I was here.

Just as I was about to light another cigarette, the prospect
came walking out. I nodded for him to join me.

“You goin’
back to the clubhouse?”

“Yeah, gotta see Michae
l.”

“What’s he got you doin’?” I asked, non-too kindly, by the way his eye twitched
I knew he wasn’t meant to say anything.

“Nothin’, I gotta go see him no
w.” he said quickly and jogged off to his truck.

Frowning slightly, I headed inside and found her in the kitchen
cleaning the fridge. She saw me leaning against the doorframe and returned her attention to the fridge.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

Good question.

“I came to make sure you’re oka
y.”

She stood abruptly and narrowed her eyes at me.

“I’m just peachy, now you can leave.”

Her mouth was making me hard again, I needed to h
ave her, I mentally punched myself in the head, I should turn and walk away, she’s more than fine, I should definitely go. Instead two stupid fucking words left my mouth.

“I’m sorr
y.” I said, barely loud enough for her to hear. Maybe I wanted her to hear it, maybe not, but I was sorry.

“There’s nothing to be sorry fo
r.” she said, continuing to keep her back to me.

I wasn’t planning on ever talking about this with her, all plans of ignoring her and staying well away from her c
ompletely evaporated when she came home from college.

Memories
from last summer surfaced, the girl I couldn’t stay away from, the way she smiled, the sound of her laugh, the thought of her in my bed and never leaving. The first girl I wanted to be with properly, make her mine and no one else’s, there were no comparisons to the other girls around the club or around town.

“Of course there fuckin’ is! I
know I hurt you.”

“I was hurt but I got over i
t.” she snapped, slamming the fridge shut.

I moved closer towards her, I knew she was still hurt or otherwise she wouldn’t have turned away from me at the college.

“I didn’t.”

She looked confused. “I didn’t get over i
t.” I clarified.

“If I remember rightly, you were under i
t.” she muttered sarcastically.

“Don’
t.” I warned.

“I told you, you don’t get to talk to m
e.”

“I’ll do what the fuck I like, you gonna stop me?” I asked, stepping towards her.

Before she could argue back I crushed my lips on hers. We had shared a few kisses last summer but my memory hadn’t remembered exactly just how good her lips felt against mine.

She protested at first but soon melted against me, I deepened the kiss forcing her lips open with my tongue. Finally fisting my hand in her hair
, I kept her close to me. I pushed my luck when I heard her groan into my mouth and slammed her up against the wall, pulling her up around my waist. She tightened her grip and clasped her fingers in my hair.  

I
needed her now, I was wrestling to get her top off when she began pulling away.

“I can’t do thi
s.”

I continued to kiss down her neck, she surrendered for a few seconds before pushing
me away as hard as she could. I stumbled back as she darted across the room, as far from me as she could possibly be.

“You should g
o.” she said, turning away from me.

“Why?”

If I left now I wouldn’t be able to think of nothing else all fucking night and the need to release myself would be in some dirty whore and I didn’t want that anymore. I want Alannah.

“
Because…I shouldn’t have done that! I hate you!” she yelled, turning back towards me, gracing me with her best glare yet. Anyone else might have found it intimidating, I could tell she meant it, but I found it a turn on. The way her cheeks reddened and her rapid breathing increasing, and the glaze sweeping across her eyes, it all nearly had me falling to my knees.

“You want m
e.” I countered.

She cackled with laughter.

“Once I did, now I just hate you.”

I edged closer towards her, m
aintaining eye contact. I was having her tonight and she was having me. It should have happened a long time ago, it’s been a very long time in the making.

“Take your hate out on me,
show me how much you hate me. Show me how much I hurt you.”

“What? You’re craz
y.” she squeaked, backing away from me.

“And I’ll show you how much I
’ve always wanted you, how fuckin’ sorry I am, I’ll make you forget everything.” I said, closing the distance between us again.