Breaking The Biker (The Biker Series) - An MC Gold Vipers Motorcycle Club Biker Romance Novel
Authors: Cassie Alexandra,Book Cover By Design,K.L. Middleton
By
Cassie Alexandra
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Copyright ©2015 by Cassie Alexandra/K.L
Middleton
Cover by Book Cover By Design / Kellie Dennis
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“Is that him?”
Cole smashed his cigarette out in the ashtray of the van. “Yeah.”
I stared at the gray-haired man in the Gold Viper’s cut, hating him with every fiber of my being. He was getting onto his chopper behind Griffin’s, the strip-joint he apparently owned. “Don’t you dare fucking lose him.”
He frowned. “Relax, Raina. I’m not going to lose him.”
I pulled the revolver out of the glove-compartment and checked the chamber, making sure it was still loaded. It was supposed to be untraceable. Early this morning, my brother, Cole, had given it to me, although not so willingly, and I wanted to make sure that he hadn’t removed the bullets. He thought I was making a mistake, and hell… maybe I was. But I didn’t care. Now that my baby boy was gone, all I wanted was to destroy the man responsible for his death. Slammer, the club president of the Gold Vipers. He’d ordered the drive-by that had killed my two-year-old son and there was no way in hell I was going to let him live to gloat about it.
“I still think you should let the club handle this,” repeated Cole as we followed Slammer’s motorcycle out of the parking lot at a safe distance. “Killing him without their approval isn’t going to get me patched anytime soon.”
I stared at him in disbelief.
Billy was dead and he was worried about getting patched?
“Do you honestly think that I care about pissing off your club? As far as I’m concerned, both the Gold Vipers and the Devil’s Rangers can burn in hell. That also goes for your dumbass girlfriend, Patty.”
Cole didn’t say anything. I knew that in his own way, he was struggling with the fact that his nephew was dead, too. He’d loved Billy and had even admitted to feeling partly responsible. Cole was currently a prospect for the Devil’s Rangers, and it had been his girlfriend who’d shown up with my son, uninvited, to a club bash, when she was supposed to be giving him a bath and tucking him into bed. Instead, she’d dragged him to the party just to check up on Cole and make sure he wasn’t cheating. Her jealous insecurities had contributed to my son’s death, as well as to her own injuries, since she’d taken a bullet to the shoulder. But unlike my two-year-old son, fate had shown mercy on her that day. Now it was taking everything I had not to revoke that decision and kill the stupid bitch myself.
“So what, you want to kill Patty, too?”
“It’s certainly been running through my mind,” I muttered angrily. “I really can’t believe you’d get involved with someone so fucking dense. And what in the hell
was I thinking by
allowing
her to watch him?”
“I know. She’s a head-case.”
“Obviously.”
“It’s over between us.”
“I hope so, because if I ever see her again, I’ll kick her ass all the way back to the hospital.”
“I wouldn’t blame you,” he said, flicking his cigarette ash.
I went on. “She had no right bringing Billy to any party. If she would have stayed at my place, like I was paying her to do,” my voice broke, “my baby would be alive right now.”
His eyes softened. “I know. It was a fucked up move; I’m sure she’ll regret it for the rest of her life.”
It was too early for me to feel sorry for anyone else. Especially Patty. She was twenty-two. She knew better than to bring a child to a beer bash, no matter what the reason was. “Good. Maybe it will save someone else’s life.”
“Maybe.” Cole let out a ragged sigh. “Look, I know everything seems hopeless right now, but I want you to remember that you’re not alone, Raina. You still have me,” he said, reaching over to squeeze my hand. “And Uncle Sal. Don’t you ever forget that.”
Nodding, I looked out the passenger window, to try and pull myself together. At that moment, all I really wanted to do was lie in Billy’s bed, and curl up with his pillow, which still smelled like him. I wanted to imagine that I was holding him in my arms as he stared up at me with those big brown eyes.
I wuv you, mommy…
My chest tightened and I closed my eyes, forcing the tears away. Now was not the time to lose my shit. Cole would surely pull over and Slammer would ride off.
“For the record, I still think this is a very bad idea,” he said, pushing in the dashboard lighter.
“I never said it was a good one. Just that it needed to happen,” I replied bitterly.
Cole had tried talking me out of it so many times. Finally, I told him that I’d do it without his help and that had worried him even more. As much as he loved me, Cole was chauvinistic and believed that women couldn’t handle anything on their own without making a mistake. Especially if it was crime-related. Being a prospect for the Devil’s Rangers, I was pretty confident that he’d already been involved in some of their illegal dealings and thought himself to be an expert. Another reason to hate my brother’s MC as well as their enemies. They were turning him into a criminal.
“Do you really think Mark would want you risking your life like this?”
Mark had been Billy’s father. He’d died the year before in a car accident. He’d been working eighteen-hour days, trying to earn extra income so that we could buy a house. It was believed that he’d nodded off on his way home on the morning of the accident. His Jeep had drifted over the center line of a busy freeway, hitting a tree head-on. It was said that Mark’s death had been quick and that he hadn’t felt a thing. Billy had been shot in the shoulder, which I knew had to have been painful. Unfortunately, he’d died before I’d made it to the hospital. I hadn’t even been able to comfort him.
“I don’t want to hear it anymore,” I said, wiping the moisture from under my eyes. “Slammer is going to get what’s coming to him, so just keep following the asshole and stop badgering me about it.”
Cole lit another cigarette and became quiet.
We followed Slammer for a few more blocks until he parked his bike in the parking lot of a local credit union. It was shortly after six and the place appeared to be closed.
“What’s he doing?” I asked, sitting up straighter.
Cole frowned. “I don’t know. Maybe he’s withdrawing some money from the ATM? Looks like you have to go inside to use the machine.”
“Hmm,” I said, biting my lower lip.
He parked the van on the side of the street across from the bank. We watched as Slammer got off of his bike and walked over to the door with the flashing ATM sign.
“See, I told you,” said my brother, smirking. “He’s probably making a withdrawal. Should rob the fucker, too.”
“I’m not after his dirty money,” I said, shoving the gun into my sweatshirt. I pulled the hood over my dark hair and slipped on a pair of sunglasses. “After I go into the building, pull up to the doorway. This shouldn’t take too long.”
“Jesus, you’re really going through with this?” he asked, staring at me like I was some kind of alien.
“This was never meant to be a game, little brother,” I said, opening the door. I got out and hurried across the street, my heart pumping madly in my chest. As I reached the doorway, two women, speed-walking, rounded the corner of the building.
Shit.
They both stepped around me; one looked back over her shoulder with a curious look on her face. I couldn’t exactly blame her for being nosy. I was wearing a hoodie, in the middle of summer, and a dark pair of sunglasses. I probably looked like a street punk up to no good.
Not exactly worried about them, I entered the building and was prepared to shoot anyone who got in my way. I had more than one bullet, and part of me toyed with the idea of ending my own miserable life.
When I saw the man responsible for Billy’s death alone at the cash machine, I immediately got behind him and pulled the gun out of my pocket.
“I’m almost done here,” he mumbled, pushing some buttons.
Staring at the patch of the gold snake on the back of his cut, I cocked the gun and pointed it at him. My hand shook as I tried to hold it straight.
Hearing the click, Slammer’s shoulders stiffened up. He turned his head and looked at me. “What in the hell is this? A robbery?”
“You… you’re the one who robbed me,” I replied, my voice breaking as I pictured my baby’s smile and the soft curls that framed his face. I would never again get to kiss those dimpled cheeks or watch him sleep at night.
He’d had the longest eyelashes.
“And now,” I glared at him. “You’re going to pay, motherfucker.”
His face turned white. “Raina?”
I wuv you mommy…
Sobbing, I fired the gun.
