Biker Bait: The Lost Souls MC Series (7 page)

“It’s your business who and what you do, just like it’s my business who and what I d
o.” I told him, surprised when he began laughing, not just a chuckle but a full on laugh.

“Glad I amuse yo
u.” I muttered, not quite understanding why he found it so funny.

“Oh you amuse me all righ
t, if you think anyone is comin’ near you apart from me then you are crazy woman, thought I’d made myself clear on that last night.”

His smile should have screamed possessiveness, but it didn’t, it was the same smile I only saw last summer when he was with me.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I can’t deal with his smooth talking right now, but the small smile spreading across my face and the way I fidgeted trying to hide my need for him had given me away. He knew I was close, luckily I knew the ringtone that sounded in his pocket was alerting him he had club business on the way and he would have to go. I would be out of his charming-my-panties-off reach! He pulled me up with him and held me close. His eyes told me what I wanted to hear from his lips, I know he more than likes me, I just don’t know why he acts like he does when I’m not around.

I should push him away, with what he did to me I should not be hoping he’s going to kiss me. But, he does and I lean in closer not away.

It didn’t last as long as I would’ve liked.

“I have to g
o.”

Was all he said, no oth
er words as he left the kitchen. I followed him out and called out before he got to the door.

“I don’t like playing games and I’m not into sharin
g.” I told him.

He turned around and walked back to me.

“Nor do I but at the moment it feels like we’re in one big fuckin’ game, I have to play and to prove to you I’m serious, I need to win.”

Why did he have to say things like that, the usual butterflies in the stomach and going weak at the knees were commencing and I wanted to hear more.

“What you did to me…”

“I know, I know what I done to you, one day you’ll see the gam
e started a long time ago. I need you to forgive me because I need you and just so you know I don’t want to be shared, not when it comes to you.” he said, honestly.

This kiss lasted longer than the last, I don’t have a clue if he is playing me this time or not but he is making it harder for me to disbelieve him.

“One day soon I’ll tell you everythin’ and hopefully you will trust me again.”

Before I could say a word he was gone, the sound of
his bike disappearing through the trees.

Cas

We had been over and over the details so many times we were going round in circles.

“Has it occurred to anyone we could be walking into a trap tomorrow.” Slade brought to the table.

It would be pretty fucking stupid of us not think of a trap, carving the word rat on a man’s forehead
kind of implies they know our business and are going to show their faces in one way or another.

“Of course I have!” Michael bellowed, “But what choice do we have? Every time we try to take them out
, we fuckin’ fail.”

I remained silent listening to them thrash it out. Slade had a point and we couldn
’t dismiss it, Michael also had a point and we couldn’t dismiss that either.

I ran my hands through my hair and scrubbed my face from frustration.

“They’re gonna be expectin’ us to think they’re gonna show up, they’re gonna be prepared but so will we. The drop off warehouse is off the grid, if it comes to a fight then we’ll be ready. I’m tired of this shit happenin’, we fight and we end this.” I said, not fucking about any longer.

“If w
e leave earlier than planned, then we could plot up on higher ground somewhere and wait for them, rather than ride into their trap.” I added.

I looked round the table and everyone agreed.

“So we’re all agreed, we all go on the run tomorrow with nothin’ but empty fuckin’ packages and wait to see what happens?” Michael asked, finalising the details from our overly long meeting.

No
dding heads and murmurs of yes’ went round the table and Michael banged the gavel on the table, meeting over.

I didn’t stick around long, I
left before Michael could put the gavel down. As the meeting went on I felt more and more restless, nothing about this felt right to me, the possibility of it being a set up by the Ghost Riders being raised was no doubt true, they were planning something against us, but if they were going to attack tomorrow, we will be ready for them.

The thought of staying at the clubhouse filled me with apprehension, I wanted to be back at the cabin. I
have a long way to go to gain her trust, the last couple of times I’ve been with her I broke her down, I was under no illusion that she hated herself after I left though, and that’s what I intend to change.

I pulled up to the cabin to the prospect holding his gun on the porch, he relaxed when he recognised me,
again questioning his presence here. I was frustrated not knowing the answer.

“Finished the decoratin
g?” I asked.

Alannah seems to have taken to him for some reason, I don’t remember her being friendly with a prospect before she went to college, she knew how it worked,
maybe it was being forced here with him. I trusted her judgement and if she had taken to him, he must okay.

“Yeah, she’s
cleanin’, puttin’ everything back in its place.”

“Good, you can take off for the night, I’ll stay and keep an eye on thing
s.” I told him, lighting up a cigarette.

His eye began twitching again, everyone was going to know his tale, it was going to be piss easy to know when he was either hiding something or nervous about someone.

“Michael said I shouldn’t leave her.”

“Michael isn
’t here, I’m your VP prospect and I say you can go for the fuckin’ night.”

He didn’t want to leave but he begrudgingly done as he was told and walked to his truck.

“Be back by sunrise.” I yelled.

He stopped and turned around, he looked embarrassed.

“Um, what time’s sunrise?”

I couldn’t help laughing, “Figure it ou
t.”

Flicking the cigarette onto the gravel, I blew out the smoke and opened the door. The house was silent apart from the occasional clatter coming from the only room with a light on, the kitchen.

She watched me enter the room and continued tidying up, I shrugged out of my cut and jacket and hung them on the back of the chair, where I took a seat.

I was content to sit and wait until she was ready to talk, I don’t care how long
it takes for her to forgive me. I’ll take it at her speed.

I
watched as she finished the tidying and began pulling packets out of the fridge.

She finally
stopped and gave me her attention.

“Are you staying long enough to eat?” she asked.

Definitely progress, there was no sarcasm.

I nodded and remained silent.
Her eyes were red and puffy but they were dry. I hope for her sake, Micky, the man she knew and loved hadn’t betrayed us.

She cooked quickly and c
omfortably knew her way round the kitchen, before long she served us both some sort of a stir fry concoction, it smelt great. I rarely ate proper home cooked food. I wasn’t amazed how good the food was. To me she could do no fucking wrong.

She wanted to say something but something kept stopping her, I took it upon myself to start, it might not be what she wants to talk about but I couldn’t stop myself, I needed to know.

“Do you think you will be able to forgive me?” I asked, bracing myself for her reply.

“When I’m with you
and you’re telling me you want me and don’t want to be shared, I want to.” she admitted, pushing her food around her plate “When you leave, I don’t know what or who you’re doing, I don’t want to turn into a jealous, paranoid, crazy bitch just to spend scraps of time with you whenever you want me.”

“I don’t want that for ya
either, what I did to you I was forced into and I complied purely for selfish reasons on my part.” I could see confusion sweeping across her but I carried on, “I don’t want anythin’ or anyone to hurt you, especially me, what I felt for you last summer was real Lana, I tried to stay away from you when you came back but I don’t want to, I want what we had before. Can you give me that? And I’ll give you all of me, I swear to you, you’re all I need and want, no one else.” I pleaded, hoping she believed me.

“I want t
o.” she said, wistfully.

I could see she wanted to but the pain I
caused her was still there.

“That’s good,
that’s progress.” I urged, making her laugh.

“
Yeah, progress, you throw me a few lines and I forgive it all.” she snorts.

“Lana, don’t do that. I don’t for think for one fuckin’ second you have forgiven me for anythin’, but I’ll prove it to you somehow how much you mean to m
e.”

For the past year, her face is all I’ve seen, no amount of booze and pussy took that away.

I could still see the doubt deep in her eyes but she accepted it and raised her chin.

“
Are you staying tonight?”

“I would like t
o.” I said, taking hold of her hand.

Deciding not to push her any further, I remembered the stash upstairs we kept here for back up.

“Come with me.” I said, pulling her out of her chair.

Taking her upstairs, she probably thought I was taking her to bed, which I was tempted to do.
Instead, I opened the door to an oversized cupboard.

“I forgot this was her
e.” she said, looking around at the assortment of weapons. 

“You knew about this?” I asked, quite frankly surprised.

“Of course, I did grow up in the club you know. I used to stay here sometimes with my dad.” she smiled, “Obviously I was warned to death not to touch them, it used to have a big lock on the door.”

Of course she knew about them, sometimes I forgot she has been a part of the club since birth, only
being hidden from serious club business.

“Do I need to ask if you know how to use one?” I asked.

She didn’t reply, she smiled taking hold of a glock and loaded it with the ammunition next to it, within seconds the gun was ready for shooting.

“I’ll take that as a ye
s.” I laughed, as she giggled unloading her handiwork.

“That’s pretty hot you kno
w.” I told her, as she put the gun back in its place.

For the rest of the night we settled on the sofa watching a movie, neither of us were interested in but were happy enough just to be together. This is the first time I have given my attention to a woman in this way, before I would fuck them and be on my way, but now, sitting on a sofa that had seen better days with Alannah snuggled against me, I find myself craving for this moment to never end. Tomorrow’s run filled me nothing but stress, having her in my arms made everything seem possible, that everything would work out, it had to now. All I have to do is prove to her I mean what I say and I will be able to call her mine, then sort out how I am going to tell Michael.

After a while she fell asleep snuggled against me, I carefully picked her up and took her up to bed.

My cock begged me to wake her up, slide beside her and take her from all sides. Literally having to tell my cock to shut the fuck up, I stripped to my boxers and pulled the covers back to join her. She isn’t like the club whores and I’m not intending to treat her like one, it’s not hard to see how much I get to her but I need her to want me like she did last year. The closest I got to her was pulling her back against my chest, she murmured something incoherently and held onto my arm across her stomach. Oh god, this is where I need to be, with her like this every god damn night.

Sleep didn’t come easy, if I wasn’t thinking about the next day’s upcoming event, Alannah was moving against me and setting my cock off again and again.

Finally succumbing to sleep, I heard the prospect’s truck pull up, surely it can’t be that time already?

Groaning quietly as to not wake Alannah, I gently rolled her to the side and rose from the bed. Quietly dressing, I kept my eyes on her
the whole time. She truly is beautiful.

Bending over the bed, I stole a kiss barely touching her.

“I think…I love you.” I whispered, barely loud enough for myself to hear.

Chapter Five

Cas

We rode to the warehouse as we usually did on any normal run. Everything looked the same, nothing around us looked out of place. We rode closer to each other, keeping our formation tight in case of an ambush and stopped in front of the warehouse doors. Normally we make the drop off and our brothers from
the Devils Bastards take over and deliver the packaged drugs to where they need to go. Lincoln, their president has been told of the changes and will take over as normal at the end of the week.

Inside, the warehouse was empty as usual, a few tables and chairs here and there but nothing else. Lizard and Slade broug
ht in the fake, empty packages and threw them on the table, we’d normally wait around for a while, have a smoke, stretch our legs and leave. Today, we do exactly that, if any Ghost fuck was around watching us, we wouldn’t look suspicious.

Keeping our cool was difficult, everyone was tense, their hands continually twitching on their guns, ready to pull out if anyone turned up.

I took a seat on one the chairs, carefully testing it to make sure it took my weight, while Lizard took position at the door, he kept a lookout, the road in is straight so we would have plenty of warning if they came cruising in now.

“There’s a slip off ‘bout a mile up the main road, we take that then we can get a good view if they turn u
p.” Slade informed us tapping on his phone.

Michael looked at his watch and then looked at us.

“We’ll give it ten minutes then we go.”  

So far the drop off has gone without a hitch, not one peep of a Ghost Rider in sight. Mostly sitting in silence on our bikes, everyone was beginning to feel the strain of the cold setting in.

“How much longer we gotta wait boss?” Sparky asked, blowing into his hands to keep warm.

Michael has been getting more and more inpatient as time has passed, I don’t know what he expected, it’s not like the Ghost Riders were going to turn up as we were leaving, well, I wouldn’t plan that myself so I gathered they wouldn’t either.

“Another hour then we’ll fuck off hom
e.” he said, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Our chapt
er was relatively small in numbers, each of us bringing a certain flair to the club. It has only been in the last year Michael began taking in prospects again, other chapters of the club have up to forty members each, ours only holding sixteen.

After the drop off
at the old, battered warehouse we backtracked and set up watch on higher ground where Slade had told us, we could see everything. Just as the hour was nearly up, just before three in the morning, we saw headlights driving up the secluded road.

“Here we go boy
s.” Slade spoke, with a touch of excitement.

It had been so boring even I felt my heart pick up in beat feeling the buzz of excitement soar through the men.
I don’t think it had sunk in yet that seeing our rivals here meant that Micky had turned rat. I’d keep my mouth shut until we are clear of this situation.

We kept watch
on the van and as it became closer we all felt positive it was the Ghost Riders.

They stopped by the warehouse
and three men got out warily looking around the place.

“Prospects!” Sparky hissed.

Michael began cursing, this isn’t what we was hoping for, what are we going to gain from fucking prospects. No doubt they had been sent to scope out the area, there was no fight to be had tonight.

They quickly exited the building and one of them was tapping on his phone.

“Fuck this.” Michael snapped.

Before I could get to him, he had his gun in hand and was aiming for the three men.

They weren’t who we were after, it was an unnecessary attack.

He pulled the trigger and the one with the phone went down, he had been shot in the leg. 

The rest of us pulled our weapons out ready in case of retaliation, the other two were frantically looking around helping the wounded man into the back of the van. It was apparent they weren’t armed, by the time I finished telling the others to fall back, the three prospects were in the van and speeding away.

“That wasn’t your
fuckin’ call.” Michael bellowed.

“You wasn’t gonna fuckin’ call it, the
pussy’s weren’t even armed.”

“Shit…Fuck…This has been one hell of a wasted fuckin’ night!” he yelled, kicking at the dirt beneath his boots in frustration.

“It’s been a night of revelations.”

Everyone looked at Pope, he didn’t speak often but when he did, everybody listened. I knew what he was referring to.

“Proves Micky fucked us over.”

Having said that, he sat on his bike and kick started it and rode off.
None of us wanted to believe it was true, but tonight’s events clarified it was. 

“Back to square one now, we’ll drive back and get some sleep, then
tonight we’ll figure this shit out.”

The air was thick with
tension as it sunk in Micky’s betrayal and the flop that happened tonight.

No one said a word as we prepared for the ride back. We wouldn’t make it back to Willows Peak until the afternoon and by then no one
would say anything but go to bed.

Too much is up in the air in my life and I’m not liking it.
When I first came to the club, life wasn’t this wild, we had run-ins with other clubs whilst on runs of our own but that was our life and we took it on. Shit these days were much more intense than those days, they seem like a walk in the fucking park now. Each attack on the club, every decision Michael was making felt wrong, the only thing that felt right was getting close to Alannah. If I knew a year ago how life would be like now, I would have gone against Michael and called his bluff of tossing me out of the club and kept Alannah with me. I would have found a job somewhere close to her college and began a new life with her. The family I choose over her was not the same as it is today, the club is changing and I don’t think I’ll last much longer being a part of it unless the changes are for the better.

The ride home held none of the joy it normally did. Riding behind Michael we were the first ones to see the bullet holes covering the entire gate that enclosed the clubhouse, windows were shot through and none of the prospects were to be seen.

Slade came up behind us, got off his bike and punched in the code
to open the gates. As we rode in, the garage door shutters were all closed, the clubhouse was barricaded up and no one was in sight.

No wonder the Ghost Riders sent prospects, they were planning an attack here all the time.

“Everyone check the clubhouse, I’m going to check on Kitty.” Michael said, half running towards his house.

Getting over the shock, my mind opened to the possibility Alannah could be in danger too. Quickly retrieving my phone
from my side bag, I tore my glove off between my teeth and scrolled down the list for the prospects number.

It rang and rang, no answer. I tried three more times before I lost my temper and left him a message telling him to answer his fuckin’ phone!

Shoving the phone back in the side bag and yanking on my glove, I roared my bike back to life and rode out of the compound.

Cursing all the way to the cabin for being too far from the clubhouse, I eventually made it there in one piece, shocking myself at how I didn’t run myself off the road with the speed I was going at.

The prospects truck was still parked in the same place as when I left a couple of days ago. Nothing seemed out of place, no sense of danger. Nothing.

I took my gloves and helmet off and then pulled the bandana around my neck. I was about to call Sparky to see what was going on back at the clubhouse when I heard a gunshot and my heart slammed into the floor. Rapidly recovering, I pulled my gun out of the side bag and made off round the side of the cabin where I thought the shot came from.

Alannah

The last couple of days I have been on a confused high, Cas wanted me and not only that, he wanted, no, he needed me to forgive him. I was truthful when I told him I wanted to, but there’s still a small part of me that doesn’t understand why he did what he did to me. He said he was a playing a game –although not with me- and it started a long time ago, maybe it has something to do with that? If it was, then it’s a cruel game I definitely don’t want to play.

Sitting at the table in the freshly decorated kitchen, I looked round and found it made the rest of the house look dim and dingy. Billy still hadn’t left, he stayed regardless of me telling
him I will be fine on my own.

His insistence of staying this long was beginning to make me feel like there is something my uncle is hiding. I’ve sat all morning, mug after mug of coffee pondering scenario after scenario of what could be going on
, with nothing concrete but most often each scenario would always end with me in danger, why else have me protected? Deciding to give up thinking, I washed the mug and put it to dry on the drainer. Making my way to the cupboard that has always been off limits to me, I opened the door to find what I needed.

Putting them in a duffle bag, I went back
downstairs to Billy. Since the kitchen was finished, he spent most of time on the front porch. Opening and closing the door behind me, I nudged my foot against his and his eyes shot open.

“Come on, I’ve had an ide
a.” I told him, and headed down to the stairs. I turned around to see if he was coming but he was already behind me.

“This is going to be so much fu
n.” I beamed.

After forty minutes of target practice at the back of the cabin we had one bullet each left.

“Your tur
n.” I smiled.

“I think I should be gettin
’ lessons from you.” he remarked.

With
each shot he took, he got more wound up, my aim was sharper than his and he didn’t like it.

He took his last shot and it w
ent wide, I could tell he was trying to reign in his anger for my sake. I laughed quietly.

I held my position and took aim of the bottle sitting on the cut off tree trunk, I admit, I was showing off now.

As I squeezed the trigger, my name being yelled from behind made me jump and as a result my shot went wide too. I turned towards the voice and saw Cas running round the cabin holding his gun and searching all around us. Seeing the alarm Billy quickly pulled his gun from behind his back and began looking around.

He didn’t stop running until he had me in his arms, I thought he was angry
by the way he was yelling my name, however, how he was holding me I quickly deciphered he was in fact anxious. I pulled back from him and saw pure terror radiating from him. I couldn’t look away and nor could he, Billy mumbled something before leaving us alone. All I could think of was that whatever has happened, he came to me.

“Hey, what’s going on?” I asked him.

“What are you doing out here?” he asked without answering my question first.

“I was bored, I thought I’d get some shooting practice i
n.” I told him.

“Thank fuc
k.” he muttered, searching my eyes intensely.

I took hold of his hand and led him back into the cabin, he
didn’t hesitate.

Once inside I could hear my own heartbeat in the calmness of the still house, I le
d him through to the lounge and sat on the sofa, he joined me and this time he grasped my hand. This was a defining moment in how our relationship was going to continue and I planned to make the most of it, because I want him with every ounce of my being.

“I want to be with you, I want to forget everything that’s
happened and I want everything we had last time.” I told him, surprising myself at how strong I sounded. It was good, I want him to know I’m not to be ever treated like that again.

A stray tear fell as he kissed my hand repeatedly before staring at me.

“That’s all I want to, I can’t tell you enough how sorry I am but Lana, you’re the best thing ever to happen to me and I’m not goin’ to risk losin’ you again.”

“I need you
to understand I won’t be like the other women hanging onto her man no matter what he does behind her back just so she doesn’t lose him.” I said, meaning every word, “If you want to be with me then there will be no one else.” I added.

“I promise you’re all I want, I h
aven’t fucked anyone since you’ve been back.” he urged.

“I think it’s time you told me what happened last yea
r.” I said, not really wanting to hear it but deep down I knew I had to know so we can move forward.

His expression soon
changed from relief to agitation, he grasped my hand tighter as if he was worried I was about to slip through his fingers.

He nodded and inhaled deeply.