Bringing Harmony (Ops Warriors MC) (20 page)

She stood before him, shivering, only in her panties and Dominic grinned at her. She hated that look; it meant it was going to hurt.

He grabbed her arm and dragged her to the bathroom where he always made her shower before and after he was done with her. Shady stumbled and almost fell but Dom had a grip on her arm. Angrily he turned and raised his hand…

She screamed, she knew she did because she also dreamed this was the night he had almost broken her. The night she realized she had to get away.

“Shady,” Harmony whispered from the doorway. Shady wasn’t awake, she was in that mid stage of half awake and half asleep, where you couldn’t escape.

“No more,” she screamed and thrashed against the blankets.

Creed and Fork had followed Harmony tonight, it was getting worse. Harmony knew something was going to have to give with her friend because she couldn’t keep living like this. Every night waking from the nightmares that haunted her, it was a miracle that she was sane.

Harmony went to the bed and tried to grab her friend and hold onto her. Shady fought her like a mad woman. Screaming and fighting her like her life depended on it. It had, but Creed and Fork never knew the extent to what these dreams meant until tonight.

“I am not your woman,” Shady scream and fought Harmony. Creed and Fork stood helplessly by as they watched their friend battle some unknown force.

“Shady!” Harmony snapped and pulled her arms down. “Wake up, honey.”

“I will never be,” Shady screamed and fought harder.

Creed stepped forward like he was going to help Harmony and Fork grabbed his arm and shook his head and whispered, “You could make it worse.”

“Worse than this?” Creed whispered.

“Listen to what she is saying, man, she is fighting a guy,” Fork whispered and Creed nodded.

They listened to the heart wrenching cries from their friend and watched their woman try to calm her. Shady wouldn’t wake up though. Finally, Harmony had wrapped her arms around her friend, crawled into bed with her, wrapped her legs around her as well, and held on.

The two women thrashed and moved on the bed until finally Shady settled down. They thought she was awake and maybe she was a little but she wasn’t fully or she would never have shared what she did with them.

“Harmony,” Shady whispered in a broken almost childlike voice.

“Yeah, honey,” Harmony whispered back.

“I can’t go back there,” Shady said with a sob.

“I know,” Harmony whispered.

“No you don’t,” Shady said. “I will kill myself before that happens.”

“Honey, what did he do, get it out,” Harmony whispered and both men stiffened and froze, they didn’t want to hear this, but they had to.

“I was twelve the first time he came to me, God, I thought I was going to die it hurt so bad,” Shady whispered. “He said I was his, he loved me, he was the only one who would ever love me like that because I was his precious gift. My God, Harmony, he was sick. For a while I prayed for death. I thought my mother was going to help me when she knew, I told her and she smiled and took my hand and said I was chosen for him, I should be happy. I freaked, they just shook their heads, and mother gave me a sedative to use at night. She said it would get better. It didn’t, it got worse, he was sick and depraved and he took me right along with him into hell.”

“Aww, honey,” Harmony whispered and held her tighter.

Creed and Fork listened, and with each word out of her mouth, they became angrier. Shady was part of their family, her pain was theirs, and right now, she held a lot of pain.

“You know those demon masks you see all the time. That is him; he would look so much like those masks in the night. During the day he was a cocky bastard but at night, he was a monster, a demon,” Shady whispered and then she let the story flow out of her. The whole thing.

Harmony was sobbing with her friend, holding onto her and not letting go while Creed and Fork just stood there and listened. Toward the end, the men left, they had heard enough and Harmony cried with Shady as she finished her story and then they just stayed together and held each other the rest of the night and part of the next day. Harmony never left her friend’s side, and she didn’t search out her men, she was there for Shady.

Epilogue

Slider and Cajun buried the body in the desert and then drove back toward the compound. It was a beautiful morning, but it wouldn’t stay that way.

As they rolled into the compound and got off their bikes, Creed and Fork came out front and they looked pissed.

“Church in five,” Creed barked and Slider nodded. Something happened between last night and this morning.

Cajun walked to his side and shook his head. “No rest for the wary.”

“Don’t think we are going to have rest for a long time,” Slider said.

They walked into the clubhouse and looked around. The guys were just now getting up and moving but they felt the air of tension. As they filed into the room where they held their meeting, Slider greeted several of the men, but they were staring at him with a hard expression, like he had done something wrong. He didn’t know what.

“Dominic Reyes III is a dead man,” Creed said with a hard tone. The room was silent as he began to speak and Slider lost it completely. It took five men to hold him down from leaving the compound and hunting for that bastard.

Finally, Slider got his answer, and it ripped him apart knowing he had once again failed someone who needed him.

He hadn't known, damn it.

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Ops Warriors MC

Sharing Freedom

Bringing Harmony

Coming Soon: Book Three

Devil Savages MC

Bed of Roses

Coming Soon: Book Two

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Excerpt from Bed of Roses

Devil Savages MC Book One

By Harley McRide

Rose checked herself one last time in her rearview mirror, dabbing on a coat of lipstick before she headed into Devil’s Den. She wasn’t big on cosmetics, but had layered it on thick, complete with smoky eyes and red lipstick. Instead of the average girl next door that normally stared back at her, there was a hot woman she didn’t recognize. She felt sexy and just the boost she needed to follow through and not hightail it back to the safety of her house. The parking lot was packed, making her park all the way out on the back forty on the grass. There were so many bikes it put Sturgis to shame. Row after row of pure American muscle filled most of the area, leaving the last few rows for cars and trucks. When she stepped out of the car, her heels sunk in the mud making walking almost impossible. By the time she hit pavement, her calves were burning and she was pretty sure there were blisters swelling up on her heels.

Great
.

The roar of the crowd echoed out around her, amped up in bloodlust ready for the fights. The sounds clouded with the thick humidity making it hard to breathe. Rose sucked a gulp of the pollutant deep in her lungs to steady her nerves. She reached down and smoothed her clothing, thinking twice about her wardrobe choice, growing more and more apprehensive by the second. The little black leather mini skirt paired with black stilettos made her legs appear longer and leaner. She had chosen a pink tank top that dipped low in the front to accent her large chest and give an ample amount of cleavage without coming off too slutty. Standing there ready to face what waited ahead, she felt naked. Just as her nerves got the better of her and she was about to bolt, the door swung open. Rose looked up, staring at a towering Tonto.

Tonto looked down at the little brunette, doing a double take at what he saw. Not much rattled him. He was surrounded by willing and ready snatch every day, and yet this little vanilla cupcake sucked his attention better than Red sucked cock, which said a lot considering the little cunt could suck a golf ball through a water hose while being double fucked in the ass, and without dribbling a single drop. The innocent little mouse was decked out looking good enough to eat. “You’re early. I’m surprised you showed.” His eyes roamed over her, taking in every hot little curve and dip. His height gave him a perfect view down her cleavage, making his balls draw up painfully tight.
Fuck me. Where has this little sexy bitch been hiding?
As his eyes finally made their way down to her legs, it took a conscious amount of restraint to keep from pinning her up against the wall and shoving the little skirt up her hips. He could almost feel her cunt squeezing around his cock.

“I don’t believe in being late. Thank you again for seeing me.” She squared her shoulders, giving herself a false dose of confidence.

“You’re good to see, baby.” He held the door open for her, locking his eyes on her ass as she swayed in front of him.
Mmm. I might need to test out all her talents.

Rose about tripped. Did Tonto, the President of the infamous Devil Savages, just flirt with her? She wanted to jump up and down, but despite looking like a total ass, she knew there was no way her tiny lace bra would keep the girls from bouncing out the top of her shirt. The moment she stepped through the doors, her senses went on overload. The walls were painted dark, leaving the main focal point the octagon ring in the middle of the stadium. On both sides were two semi-circle rows of seats, going up into the nosebleed section. People of all shapes and sizes were around her, dressed from business suits to tiny scraps of material barely covering nipple and crotch. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes invaded her nose making her sneeze. Her little ‘achoo’ came out in a squeak, getting an amused smirk from him over his shoulder.
How the hell did he hear it over the deafening music and screams that blare from all directions?
As they entered the main room, Rose was stopped by the crowd. Tonto took her hand and stepped forward, parting them like the Red Sea. People literally stepped on top of each other to get out of his way. She knew he was intimidating, but this was ridiculous. Girls jumped out at him from every direction, offering drinks and rubbing against him like bitches in heat. If she weren’t so shell-shocked, she would have puked.

He led her to the back and up a narrow dim staircase that led into a long corridor. He unlocked the first door to their left and ushered her inside, shutting it behind them. Inside wasn’t exactly what she was expecting. The flooring had black plush carpet that worked great with the blood red walls and black leather furniture. A huge flat screen television perched on the far wall, taking up the entire space. In the corner was a desk with a door directly behind it. It was…comfortable. “Have a seat.” He waltzed over and plopped down on the couch, staring at her in wait. She jumped and scurried to the chair that sat opposite of him and sat on the edge, her body rigid and uptight. His stare lingered, penetrating her. The longer the silence dragged on, the more she seized up.

She couldn’t stand it any longer. “Is there something I should be doing? I didn’t see a fridge, but would you like something to drink?” He didn’t answer. His grey eyes cut straight to her soul.
Why is he not talking? What did I do wrong? Please don’t let this be one of those places that expects sexual favors. No job is worth that. I’ll just have to double up hours at the diner…maybe I can get something down at the factory. Yeah, time to go…before this gets ugly.
“Look, I’m sorry for wasting your time. I can see that I’m not qualified for the job so I’ll just be going now. Thanks again for your time.” She stood and took a step toward the door when he finally broke his monk silence.

“Sit. Here.” He pointed to the cushion next to him. The corners of his lips tilted up ever so slightly, breaking his stone-cold poker face. All of her radars went off at the same time. She had heard about people who had set up fake interviews and schemed the potential interviewees into participating in sexual acts then found it uploaded on the internet before they even got home.
Fuck to the no
. She was not going to be an amateur porn star, no matter how much money they promised. Her mother on the other hand would have jumped on the opportunity. Maybe she should pass the word…at least the woman would be helping with the bills. She kept her legs spread and was on her back most of the time anyway. Anger raged through Rose at not only the situation but her thoughts too. Had he heard about her mom? Is that why he called her in here? Fuck, her life was one huge white trash train wreck with no light at the end of the tunnel except the oncoming engine that threatened to plow her into hell. Whether it was pent up anger and hurt from the last twenty-three years of her existence or fear of never getting out and having a life, she exploded.

“Listen, I’m not sure what this is all about but I think there has been a misunderstanding. I came here for a job, not to fall on my knees and suck my way to the top. I was under the impression there was a legit position open that didn’t require me turning into one of the whores who fall at your feet. I have five kids at home that all seem to think they need food, clothing, and a roof over their head. Have a
great
night.”

Excerpt from Big Dog

Burning Bastards MC Book One

By Ryder Dane

They were back, she felt them come in before she saw them. It was early in the afternoon, and she wanted to get things organized with Clementine before she went with the bikers. She knew they would find out she was the Oracle they were looking for and if she fought them, she might not get the chance to come back and resume her life here. If she went willingly, then they had to allow her to leave the club when she wished. Whatever they wanted from her, she wasn’t playing party tricks anymore, and she planned to tell them that too. The fact Crazy Charlie hadn’t recognized her yet was no surprise.