SAVAGE ROAD - Layne & Shelby (15 page)

10.

(Shelby)

It hurt bad, what he said. I knew
he was right though. I had let my life become this fucked up mess. I had a
chance to escape from it all. Down in San Diego with some friends and their
families. But you know what? It was empty and lonely, riding the coattails of
people who lived their lives right. So the fire in my heart told me that if I
could find my mother, it would all work out.

But here I was, standing over the
sink in a biker bar, crying like a baby. I looked at my own reflection and
hated what I saw. Some broken down woman, like I was afraid of the world or
something. I gripped the edge of the sink tight and took a deep breath.

Layne thought I was connected to
all this shit. But I wasn
’
t.
I didn
’
t know a thing about
Daddy and his deals or arrangements or whatever. I knew that he had ties to
everything in and out of Oakville. That
’
s
just how the town worked. Maybe it was all suspicious and I should have given a
damn, but I didn
’
t. I have
my one rule (
don
’
t
fuck a biker
) and my one purpose (
to find my mother
). That
’
s all I ever needed.

Until Layne showed up.

He fucking screwed everything up.

He fucking
…

The door to the bathroom opened.

Layne stood there. He stepped in
and let the door shut. He locked the door and folded his arms.

“
This
is the ladies room,
”
I
said.

“
I
don
’
t care,
”
he replied.
“
You came in here to cry alone?
”

“
Anything
else you want to say to me?
”
I asked.
“
Just keep cutting
into me. That
’
s going to help.
”

“
I
want fucking answers. For myself. For my club. And
…
for you
…”

“
For
me?
”

“
So
I can protect you.
”

Protect me.

“
You
don
’
t want to protect me,
”
I said.
“
You want to use me.
”

Layne stepped toward me. I turned,
my back to the sink. My entire body tightened. That damn feeling of fear and
anticipation ran rampant throughout me.

“
Yeah,
that
’
s right,
”
he said.
“
I want to use you. And if that
’
s what I want, you
’
re not going to stop me, are
you?
”

He was inches from me. He reached
out and touched my cheek. I blinked fast, making sure my tears were gone.

They were.

His rough thumb stroked my cheek.
There was a fire in his eyes that made me instantly wet.

Both his hands then touched my
waist. With barely any effort, he opened my jeans. And I just stood there,
letting him do it. I couldn
’
t
stop him and, fuck, I didn
’
t
want to stop him. Touching Layne and Layne touching me gave me the sense of
being alive. Like I had more purpose.

His hands slid to my hips, into my
jeans and panties. He pushed, inching them down. It was all slow and seductive.
Nothing like I was used to with Layne. His fingers rubbed against the outside
of my thighs, making the insides of my thighs burn red hot. He leaned forward
and his arms moved down. Turning his head, he pressed his lips to mine.

Then we paused.

A slight hesitation, maybe for a
chance at regret and pulling away.

And that
’
s right when we both lost our fucking minds
together.

My hands went right to his hair,
fingers digging and twisting, pulling. His hands gripped my legs tight and he
lifted me, putting me right on the sink. His tongue teased my mouth for a few
seconds and then he was gone. I watched in a wild shock as he lowered himself
down my body, right between my legs.

Layne forced my jeans and panties
off, right over my damn shoes. He left them on the floor, his hands gripping my
knees, opening my legs for his taking.

“
Fuck,
sweetheart,
”
he said.
“
You smell delicious.
”

I gripped the edge of the sink
again, biting my lip, quivering with need.

Layne came forward with force, his
mouth tasting me. His tongue ran up and down, left to right, spreading my silk
folds open, flirting with my throbbing hole, curling hard against my tender
clit. The quick and sudden moves left my body in a state of convulsion. My hips
shook and I thrust with an instinctive burning need to come. I felt the warm
rush from within my core and knew it had to be impossible. I couldn
’
t come this fast. I had never
come so fast before.

But Layne
’
s tongue did the trick.

He repeated the same wild move two
more times and I was like melted butter for him. My legs wide, my sex gushing,
all my needs finally being satisfied. It was like a really good drug, chasing
away every bit of reality. All I could feel was a warm tingling feeling head to
toe. Layne
’
s hands slid up
to my waist and he held me there. I leaned back against the mirror and put my
hands to his, squeezing tight. I stared down, watching his brilliant tongue
slicing up and down against me. With each flick of his tongue, I heard the
wetness he had caused echoing around the bathroom.

I let out a deep groan, a need I
couldn
’
t hold back.

I turned my head and looked at the
door.

Fuck, people could hear us.

Layne wrapped his lips tight around
my sensitive clit, sucking hard. My entire body thrust forward. I let out a
scream and scratched at his hands. My right hand then started to tap his hand.
I was giving up, giving in, losing to my own fucking pleasure. My body crunched
forward and I tried to scream again, but there was no sound to be made. I was
helpless to his commanding tongue and touch.

I wrapped my legs around his
shoulders, desperate for relief.

Layne quickly grabbed my legs and
pried them back open. He then kissed up to my bare mound and pulled away.

My entire body was still shaking.
He stepped back and I reached for him, almost falling forward off the sink. All
my mind and body could think about was pleasure.

Layne caught me before I could fall
and hurt myself. His body pressed to mine as he kept me on the sink. Our mouths
grazed for a second and then I went after him for a kiss. I tasted the sweet
flavor of my own body and it turned me on. I had no idea why
…
maybe because it was that taste
coming from Layne
’
s mouth
to mine.

I kissed him hard, fast, desperate
for him.

A ball of emotion stirred inside me
and I felt it climbing up my throat. My mind thought for a split second -
are
you going to fucking cry right now?
- and then my eyes were filled with
tears again.

Layne kissed back at me, one hand
at my lower back, the other touching my face. Our kiss broke for a second and
his thumb wiped a tear off my cheek. We stared at each other for a few seconds,
the silence so wickedly hot.

I couldn
’
t control anything that was happening. My body. My
needs. My emotions. My tears.

Layne kept his eyes on me and took
his hand from my face. I heard the sound of his zipper and my pussy started to
quiver again. My mouth parted a little, breathing heavy, and then Layne came
closer to me. His lips touched mine. The hot kiss quickly picked up where we
left off.

I felt his cock touch me, pressing
so hard against my achy center. I was so wet and ready, but that didn
’
t make it any easier for my body
to accept him. As he penetrated me, a tight pain shot through my core. My body
jumped, tensing some more. Layne growled as we kissed and thrust harder. I put
my head back and cried out as he filled me. His lips and tongue kissed my neck,
groaning as he pulled back and thrust again.

“
Fuck,
it
’
s tight,
”
he whispered in my ear.
“
Need to take care of that for
you, sweetheart.
”

My hands moved around his body and
grabbed the back of his jeans. My hands tightened around his belt and I hung on
for dear life.

Layne fucked me right there on the
sink. My cries and groans filled the small bathroom. Thankfully we were in the
ladies room
…
which meant in
a bar like this there wasn
’
t
traffic in here and it was clean.

I knew anyone out in the bar was
getting quite the sound show, but what the fuck did I care? I had Layne
’
s thick and perfect cock
pounding in and out of my body. Each thrust felt deeper. Each thrusting hit me
harder.

His teeth grazed my ear and he
kissed back down my neck. I lowered my head, his lips grazing my chin and then
kissing my lips. Our eyes met, and fuck if I didn
’
t
start to well up again. The pleasure was so damn good. My legs were tight
around the back of his legs, my hands holding his belt. I had already come
three times, my body aching, wanting more.

But my heart raced and felt so
heavy.

I blinked, trying to force the
tears away.

A stray tear escaped my eye.

Layne then hurried and pressed his
lips to my cheek, to my tear.

I let out a shuddering gasp.

It was the most romantic gesture a
man had ever offered me.

He then met eyes with me again.
Gritting his teeth, he kept fucking me. Our bodies came together so wildly and
sexy. Each thrust came with a grunt. My lips were parted, my body accepting
him. The feeling was so good. But my heart felt something else. Something
different. Something
…

Layne thrust harder than ever and
kissed me again. His tongue quickly commanded us back to a really hot kiss.

That
’
s
when he started to come.

Holding deep inside me, his cock
pulsed, that warm feeling so perfect.

Layne being Layne, he didn
’
t linger once he was done. He
quickly put his hands to my waist and pulled out of me. He stepped back and
tucked his dick away. Being the biker gentlemen he was, he grabbed my panties
and jeans and tossed them at the sink.

He walked to the door and unlocked
it. Glancing back, he said,
“
Get
dressed. I
’
m sure our food
is done. And if you cry one more time when I
’
m
trying to ask you questions, you
’
re
not going to make it back to the clubhouse tonight.
”

A stern warning from a sexy man.

He slammed the door shut and I just
sat there. Naked from the waist down. My legs still spread. My body throbbing.
My hands holding the edges of the sink yet again.

I felt like I could cry. And I
should have cried again. I should have broken down and just lost it for good.

But I didn
’
t.

I smiled.

I liked Layne.

11.

(Layne)

I ate the burger in four monster
bites. The entire time I ate it, I had an asshole watching me. Some fuck at the
bar switching his gaze from me to the bathroom. Back and forth, probably
wondering if I killed Shelby.

If I had killed her, it wasn
’
t this guy
’
s business. If I had killed her,
Pep would take care of the evidence for me.
If I had killed her.

Then again, if I had killed her,
there wouldn
’
t have been
screams. I would have just fucking done it. Bang. Done. Dead.

I pounded my beer and Pep was
already working on the refill.

He carried it over to me, his lanky
body swaying as he walked.

He slammed the mug down.
“
Burger good?
”

“
Fucking
great.
”

“
Told
’
ya. Motherfucker.
”

“
You
like that word, huh?
”

“
Da
fuck is your old lady?
”
he
asked, ignoring my question.

“
She
’
s not my old lady,
”
I said.
“
She
’
s
in the bathroom. We had an argument. Some people don
’
t like the truth.
”

Pep grinned.
“
Ah, yeah. Yeah, yeah.
”

I caught the guy at the bar looking
again.

That was enough for me.

I pushed from the table.
“
Excuse me, Pep.
”

“
What
’
cha doing?
”
he bellowed.

I walked to the guy. He turned in
his barstool and stiffened. I could have shot but I had some kind of class
somewhere inside me. So I kicked one of the legs on the barstool, sending him
to the ground. I put my foot on his throat.

“
Stop
looking at me,
”
I said.
“
Got that?
”

He nodded fast. Eyes wide.

I took my foot off his throat and
went back to the table.

“
Motherfucker!
”
Pep yelled.

He stepped to the guy and kicked
him in the ribs. Then he walked back around the bar like nothing had happened.

The bathroom door finally opened
and Shelby came out. She walked to the table with a total strut of what you
’
d call a
walk of shame
.
Trying to look invisible but that was impossible in the bar. Trying to act as
though she hadn
’
t been
screaming and yelling because of my tongue and cock.

It actually made me smile to watch.

Shelby took her seat. She sipped
her beer. Took a bite of her burger.

“
Talk,
”
I said.

“
Fine,
”
she said.
“
I don
’
t know what you want me to say. Here
’
s what I know. Finn and Rex didn
’
t see eye to eye.
”

“
Shocker.
”

“
Yeah.
Finn hates everyone, but his instincts are usually spot on. They argued about
guns and drugs. I think Rex didn
’
t
want to believe that there was a rat in the MC. So they argued and Rex demanded
to go to the Mountain Killers. Finn called everyone off and Rex went alone.
”

“
That
’
s treason.
”

“
Yeah,
well
…
it worked out, didn
’
t it? You
’
re here.
”

I grinned. I kind of liked when
Shelby talked bold.

“
They
sent back Rex
’
s cut and
hand. It
’
s pretty sick to
think about. The old President out there. Dead, but still.
”

“
Yeah,
”
I said.
“
And your old man and the mafia?
”

“
My
father used to ride a motorcycle, you know,
”
Shelby said.
“
I remember
that. He met with guys in suits, yeah, but that was such a long time ago. After
my mother left, I was basically on my own. My father was working long hours.
Plain clothes stuff. I don
’
t
know when he became Sheriff because I left as soon as I was legally able to do
so. I went to San Diego with some friends. It was amazing. They were such good
people and had good families. They all accepted me, but I felt empty. Like I was
adopted. Like they were so nice to me because I was the poor girl with no
family. They shared stories that had nothing to do with me and I hated it. So I
started thinking about my mother. I had to find her. I had no idea where to
start because when I looked up her name there was nothing. It was like she didn
’
t exist or something. I mean,
she probably changed her name and everything. I don
’
t know. I had a small picture of her. That
’
s where my notebook started. I
taped the picture inside and started figuring it out. I kind of had no choice
but to come back to Oakville. I tried to talk to my father and he was
…
I just fell in the same trap.
”

“
Why?
”
I asked.

“
He
was living like shit. No house. No money. Living in a trailer with guns and
moldy food. It broke my heart. He told me I broke his heart when I left. So I
stayed. And I just got stuck.
”

“
What
happened?
”

Shelby swallowed hard.
“
He told me there were people
that wanted us all dead. That I was better off in Oakville. That if I wanted to
find out about my mother I needed to do it on my own and Devil Call MC would be
a good place to start.
”

“
He
told you to go to the MC?
”

“
Yeah.
”

“
Has
he ever asked you for information?
”

“
No.
”

I took a deep breath. I reached
across the table and took Shelby by the hands.
“
Listen,
sweetheart. I
’
m giving you
my word right now
…
if you
did give him info, I won
’
t
kill you. You have one chance for honesty.
”

“
No,
Layne. I swear. He
’
s never
asked for information about the MC. He asks about me, my job, money, that
stuff, yes. But to ask about the MC? No.
”

I stared at her.

Goddammit, I believed her.

I shouldn
’
t have believed her, but I did.

I took my hands back.
“
Okay. So why do you think he
wanted you in the MC?
”

“
I
don
’
t know. I just went
with it. Because the guys know things. I have notes. My mother is somewhere
between here and Nevada. Maybe working in Vegas under a different name. Brett
has been a help.
”

“
He
knows about your quest?
”

“
Yeah.
So does Finn.
”

I nodded. I felt a little jealous
and got pissed at myself for it. I couldn
’
t
let jealousy get inside me now. No fucking way.

“
Has
the mafia ever approached you?
”
I asked.

“
No.
”

“
So
today they just showed up
…
killed Mack
…
took me
…
beat the shit out of me
…
fucked with my head
…”

“
Fucked
with your head?
”
Shelby
asked.

I had the pieces of paper in my
pocket. A name and address with a blurry black and white picture on it. And
then the other piece of paper
…
the one that had to be a lie.

We have your blood.
That
’
s what Nicolas said.
Fuck.

“
You
okay?
”
Shelby asked.

“
Fine,
”
I said. I ran a hand through my
hair and drank my beer.
“
That
notebook of yours
…”

“
I
have it with me. You could see it. I don
’
t
care. I have nothing to hide, Layne. I promise.
”

Goddamn, I believed her again.

“
You
understand what I
’
m walking
into, right?
”
I asked.
“
I
’
m
here to take everything over and part of that is taking over the bad shit, too.
”

Shelby reached across the table and
took my hands now.

“
I
’
m not part of the bad shit,
”
she whispered.

She took one hand away and reached
for her bag. She took out a small notebook and slid it across the table. I
touched it, almost tempted to not look.

But I had to look. I had to see
what was in there and what I could use from it.

It was part of my job, the survival
and protection of the Devil Call MC patch.

I flipped the notebook open and saw
the small picture Shelby had taped there.

Of her mother.

Of
…

“
Donna,
”
I whispered.

“
How
do you know her name?
”
Shelby asked.

I looked up, a lump in my throat.

I opened my mouth to answer.

The first sound was a
ping.

Then there was about a thousand of
that sound.

I grabbed the table and threw it to
the right. I grabbed Shelby and pulled her to the floor. Someone was shooing up
Pep
’
s bar. The sound was
constant, a fucking machine gun style tearing through the windows and
…

I looked up for a second, holding
Shelby to the ground.

The guys from the bar were on the
ground, covering their heads. One guy jumped up and started to run to the back.
Bullets tore through his back and neck out the front of his throat. He kept
running, even after he was dead.

Pep stood defiantly at the bar, his
big .357 in his hand. He held it out, shooting. I yelled for Pep to get the
fuck down. I didn
’
t finish
my sentence before he was sent stumbling back as bullets penetrated his old
skin.

Like the spirit of a fucking tornado,
the sound, the destruction, the death, was gone as fast as it came. I jumped to
my feet and looked out one of the broken windows. One of the neon lights that
hadn
’
t been busted up swung
gently left to right. It cast enough light for me to see the shooter as he ran
away.

I should have chased him, but I was
in shock.

He wore a leather cut. And the
leather cut had the Devil Call MC logo on it.

“
Layne?
”

I looked down at Shelby. She was
shaking.

I offered her my hand, bringing
another truth to life.

The fucking picture in her notebook
…
it was the same picture on the
piece of paper in my pocket.

The mafia had me commissioned to
kill Shelby
’
s mother.

~*~

Nicolas finished his drink and
swirled the ice around in the glass. He gently placed the glass on the end
table. A fire next to him crackled with soothing comfort. It may not have been
true fireplace weather, but up in the mountains the weather got cool enough to
warrant a fire.

To his left, Nicolas lifted a piece
of paper.

They found her.

The message came across through
Tommy
’
s cousin, Tony. He
had been roughing it on the street, pulling in some grunt work. Always able to
shake anyone down - even for a damn dime - Tony loved to raise hell.

They weren
’
t going to take her out though. That was up to Layne
to decide. To see where his strengths, weakness, and loyalty existed.

Nicolas stood from the couch and
walked to the fire. He leaned forward and dropped the paper onto the flames.
The paper curled up and was gone in seconds.

Layne would make the decision. If
he could pull this off, then it was a good start for some trust.

Perhaps.

There was a knock at the door.

Nicolas looked over his shoulder.
“
Come in.
”

The door opened and Tyson stepped
into the room, adjusting his tie.
“
Sir.
”

“
Please,
Tyson, call me Nicolas.
”

“
I
’
m not full blood, sir. I won
’
t do that.
”

Nicolas smiled. He touched his
pinky ring.
“
What do you
have for me?
”

“
What
you
’
ve asked,
”
Tyson said.
“
It
’
s
been taken care of, sir. We
’
ve
taken care of your laundry.
”

Your laundry.

Nothing but code. Just in case the
cabin was bugged.