“You?” Kristie furrows her brows. “This doesn’t make any sense. Why would she play it off like she wanted you?”

  “Because my biological father escaped from prison. She made it sound like having me back would give someone an advantage.” Kristie is the only person I’ve ever told about my true identity.

  “He’s already been convicted. They’d just need to throw your shithead father’s ass back in the slammer.” She says, causing me to nod.

  “I know, which is why I think Amanda wanted Grizzly so she could get him for the fire which led to one of the Reapers death.” Bull had told me how Fist’s girlfriend died in the fire. What an absolute tragedy. I can’t imagine watching the woman you love burn to death.

  Kristie takes a couple sips of her coffee and spills a bit over the edge as she slams it back down on the table and claps her hands together once, “No! I know what this was. The jerk owed me one after the last time she . . . well, you know.” I don’t know, but these two have hated each other for ages. There’s a rap sheet a mile long for what Kristie has done to Amanda and vice versa.

  “Sure,” I pretend to go along, not really wanting to hear what else has been added to the list.

  “She did this as a way to apologize, I think. Amanda knows you and I are close. She involved the Reapers for her own personal gain because she wanted to nab Grizzly for all the stuff he’s done. But, her involving them was killing two birds with one stone. Everyone knows they hate Grizzly and the Bears with everything they are. God, what a smart bitch. It makes me hate her even more.” Ah, it makes perfect sense. She sends an MC who loathes Grizzly as soldiers without endangering her agents. They go to where I was in the hopes of getting the fucker who did so much harm to their MC and free me in the process.

  “I bet Amanda thought they’d just hand Grizzly over,” I state.

  Kristie chuckles, “Yeah, that isn’t how MCs operate. If someone did them harm, they’ll return the favor. Honestly, the bastard deserves whatever the Reapers do to him. Same as Rafael deserved. I’m so glad that fuckface is dead now. Served him right going in the way he did.” Kristie mutters, picking her coffee cup up again.

  “Rafael?” I question.

  “Ramirez,” Ah, the former leader of the Mexican cartel. He was also a sex trafficker if my facts are right.

  “Anyone like that deserves to go in a horrific way.” I tell her.

  “Oh, and he did. I assure you of that. So, not to change the subject but when are you coming back to work?” Fuck. I should’ve known this question was coming.

  I turn my body to face her where I’m sitting on the couch and suck in a deep breath. “I’m not sure if I want to come back. Don’t get me wrong, I love what I do but it exhausts me mentally. I think I may need to take some time for myself.”

  Kristie raises her brows, “First Elena and now you. Am I cursed? Why do all my besties want to leave the agency?”

  “Life calls everyone in different directions. After everything that happened over the last few weeks, I’m certain I need a break. I may come back, or I might not. Hell, maybe I’ll work on a case by case scenario. I haven’t made up my mind yet.”

  The door to my bedroom comes open and out walks Bull, clad in fitted boxers. He stretches his arms and yawns. In doing so you see the deep indentation of his V and the perfect outline of his cock. “Oh, well . . . now I see why everything is up in the air. You and Elena drink the same juice it seems.” Kristie giggles lowly, sipping on her coffee.

  “Uh, who the fuck is this?” Bull asks, making Kristie see how much of an ass he is.

  “I have to admit, I like Reed better.” Kristie and I both burst out into laughter. I guess it’s time I explain who this strange woman in my living room is to my ol’ man.

  28

  Don’t be fooled by a sweet talker. Believe someone who actions and mouth speak the same truths

  Bull

  Thank goodness Kade sent out a group text to all the guys this morning reminding us Valentine’s Day is today. Every brother is pretty much just like me, being a last-minute shopper and all. I made the boys stay back at the house with Alexa while I ran to the outside of town to a converted barn which is now this fancy, swanky women’s boutique. I actually didn’t know about this place until Blackjack told me to stop by. He came here the other day to get something for Noelle and Ashley. I gave him a weird ass look when he told me he was gettin’ somethin’ for Noelle. Blackjack explained he wanted to show his little girl how a man should treat her on a holiday like Valentine’s Day. If I ever have a baby girl in this life I bet I’ll be doin’ the same damn thing.

  I pull my truck up to the front of the store, get out and walk inside. It’s not as posh as I thought it would be. The inside is Montana in its truest form. They stained every bit of wood in this place, keeping the honey toned aesthetic. Every now and again you see a patch of worn wood which must’ve been here for a century at least. It looks old and worn, aged beyond measure.

  The store is packed and I don’t know where to look. To the right there are racks with clothes, purses, accessories and other girlie shit. To the left I see furniture and kids stuff a little bit past that. The center of the store is a square with a glass case. Bright lights shine within it, making me believe they have some pretty decent jewelry.

  I’ve known Alexa for a month. Shit, how did the time pass this quickly? In the month I’ve known her I’d like to say I’ve picked up on the small things, but this will be the ultimate test. Our first holiday together.

  From the corner of my eye I see bags hanging on a metal hook. A sign above it tells customers to take a bag and fill it up. I go over to the hook and take a bag in my hand, walk over to the side of the store with the clothes. As I get closer I see how they have shelves on the back wall with jeans, sweaters and dresses hang between the shelving units.

  Alexa is a fair woman, even paler than Ashley and she’s pretty damn white too. How much you wanna bet Alexa has some Scandinavian ancestry in her? My eyes scan across a muted blue sweater. It isn’t royal blue or a baby blue, but something in between. I think she’ll like it so I go through the sweaters to try and find her size. She’s probably a medium, so I pick it up and pop it in the bag.

  I think jeans will go great with it . . . but I get closer to the jeans and notice they aren’t jeans at all. They’re something called jeggings. What the fuck are these? Placing my fingers against the material I’m shocked. They appear to be jeans from a distance but they’re soft to the touch like cotton. The transparent sticker on them isn’t in a numeric size but in the form of small, medium, large, etc. So, what the hell. I get a pair of medium ones and put them in the bag.

  I end up spending the next forty-five minutes walking around this store, looking for anything Alexa might like. Two hundred and seventy-three dollars later, I’m finally walking out of the store.

  I texted Axel a few minutes ago and asked him to take her into town to grab something to eat. I also told Zorro and Axel to make sure they aren’t at the house tonight because we’re having company. They’re probably gonna head into town and hit up the bars, lookin’ for single ladies to sink their dicks into. Valentine’s Day is honestly one of the best days to get laid if you’re not tied down.

  Once I’m back at the house I punch in the keycode to gain entry to the house and attempt to wrap up her presents. I’m no Martha Stewart, though. It looks like a cat tried to wrap these. Parts of the paper is shredded and tape is sticking out from every direction. I debate trying to fix it but say fuck it. She’s gonna rip them open anyway. What does it matter? It’s the thought that counts, right?

  The door opens and I realize the time has flown by when Alexa’s blonde hair is the first thing I see. She’s wearing a fitted, long-sleeve black top with some sort of scoop neck cutout. She doesn’t have the biggest tits in the world, but I’m lovin’ how low this top comes down. Makes me wanna take a bite outta her. She’s got some dark jeans and knee-high boots paired with it, makin’ her look like a present herself. Fuck, how I wanna unwrap her. I can’t. Not yet at least.

  “Hey, uh . . . what’s all this?” Her expression shifts from normalcy to pure shock and then she giggles lightly.

  “Your Valentine’s Day presents,” I say, standing up from the couch.

  The two of us walk toward the other. As we meet, I snake my arms around her lower back and smirk like the cat who caught the canary. “Happy Valentine’s Day, little lamb.” I whisper, bringing my lips down onto hers in a gentle kiss.

  Alexa kisses me back with passion, yet slow and soothingly. Fuck, I’ve never really taken my time with her. She causes the animal within me to come roaring out. One day I will go slow, I’ll cherish every fucking movement. Fuck, I might even keep her tied up to the bed and taunt her all day. Yes. That sure does sound like something I’d do.

  She pulls away and looks around my arm, “All of these are Valentine’s Day gifts?”

  I stare at her blankly, wondering what she didn’t understand.

  “I think you’re fucking with me. My birthday presents are in here too. Gosh, I didn’t expect you to realize it was my birthday today. Thank you so much, Bull!”

  Fuck, I’ll play along with this shit. No need to feed into the typical ‘men don’t remember shit’ stereotype. “You deserve it all, little lamb. But, this isn’t all of your presents. We’ll have to get your cake tomorrow, though. The bakery I go to is closed today.”

  “Okay. Thank you. Now, will you give me a present I really want?” She asks, staring up at me with those doe eyes of hers.

  “Whatever you want,” I answer.

  “What’s your name? I’m not talking about Bull. I mean your real name.”

  “It’s Lucas, baby.” I say, feeling awkward as hell after saying it out loud. I haven’t uttered my name in years.

  “Well, it’s nice to meet you Lucas.”

  29

  She is a mess, but she is a masterpiece

  ~Lz

  Alexa/Lola

  Never in my entire life have I had anyone do something like this for me. The only gifts I’ve ever received are the ones I purchased for myself. As sad as that may be, I’m thankful this day has finally come.

  Bull or Lucas, depending on how you want to view it. Well, he bought me a whole bunch of clothes, a couple purses and some incense. He made a remark about how he always sees my candle burning and thought I might like something new. I was ten seconds away from crying when a knock comes on the door.

  “Ah. Your last present must be here.” Bull mutters while wearing a devilish smirk across his face.

  Oh gosh. What did he do? If anything his smile gives it away. Whoever is behind that door is what we’re doing tonight.

  Bull opens the door and Zane, one of the hottest guys in the MC, walks in. He’s your typical fuckboy. Sexy as sin, overly arrogant, and most of all mysterious. “I heard you like multiple cocks, babygirl. Well, today’s your lucky day.”

  “You don’t have an ol’ lady?” I ask, not understanding how he isn’t tied down to a woman.

  “No. Well, not yet. The woman who will be my ol’ lady is someone I’ve never met. Political alliance and all that shit. But, that isn’t your problem. I’m here to give you what you want, baby.” Zane walks in circles around me, making me feel like he’s a starved lion and I’m a piece of rotting, bloody meat. Is it wrong that it makes me feel even more turned on?

  Bull approaches me slowly, takes the jacket down my arms and allows it to fall to the floor and then tears my shirt off. I’m left standing in the room with only my bra and pants on, considering I took my boots off when I walked through the door.

  While Bull was taking off my jacket and shirt I see Zane stripped himself completely as he palms his cock in front of me. Holy fuck. He has cock piercings. If that isn’t the craziest part, he’s so fucking huge. If you were comparing cocks, Bull and Zane could be brothers.

  Zane snakes his hand around the back of my neck and forces me down to the ground in one movement, shoving his cock into my mouth. He keeps a firm grip on my hair and rocks his hips back and forth. “You won’t forget today, baby. Nope, you’ll fuckin’ remember it for years to come.”

  He goes so far down my throat my eyes begin to water and I feel myself so close to gagging. All of a sudden he rips his cock from my mouth, slides his arms under my body and lifts me up. Zane carries me over to the kitchen and lays me down on my back across the wood table. My legs are hanging off one side while Zane is shoving his cock back into my mouth and his balls are slapping my face. “Breathe through your nose. If you’re good and take all my load I might fill you up again later.”

  A slight graze over my lower lips causes me to jump until I realize it’s Bull. He unbuttons my pants, yanks them down and slides a finger against my wetness. He takes his fingers and dips them inside me, pulls them out and repeats the process over again until he shoves something inside me. I don’t know what it is, but it feels so close to a cock it isn’t even funny.

  Out of nowhere I feel vibrations and come to realize he’s put a vibrator in me. “You’re going to squirt all over this kitchen, little lamb. You’ll come, we’ll come and you’ll come again. By the morning you’ll have our seed oozing out of every hole you have.”

  I can’t respond but I moan against Zane’s cock. He takes that as a sign to speed up the process and fuck my mouth even harder. Bull presses the head of his cock against my ass and I scream out as he shoves himself in in one movement. Fuck, this hurts! But it feels so good. Bull presses his hand against the vibrator and I realize there’s an extension to play with my clit.

  “Fuck, yes. Your throat is getting tighter,” Zane comments, “Shit. I didn’t realize she was such a slut. I love it. If you two want to do this again please let me know, I’ll be glad to unload into this one.”

  “You’re getting ahead of yourself, brother.” Bull grumbles, obviously irritated. He grabs ahold of my hips while he hisses at Zane and begins to fuck me harder, causing me to feel warmth flooding through my core. Already? No. There’s no way I’d come this quickly.

  “Oh shit, she likes that.” Zane chuckles, grabbing my nipples with his hands he gives them both a pinch. Fuck, I do like this. I like it a lot. “Motherfucker, my swimmers wanna flood down that throat of yours, baby.” Zane growls, ramming his cock down my throat, he increases his speed until he comes to a dead halt and I feel the salty warmness coat my throat. He pulls his cock from my mouth, removing his hands from my nipples and palms his cock. He’s still coming and is putting his semen across my face. I think he’s going to pull away until he slaps his cock against my face, rubbing his seed all over my skin.

  Every man I’ve ever been with has come once and then gone soft, but this doesn’t appear to be the same with Zane. He’s as hard as a rock, ready for round two.

  Bull continues to pound his cock into my ass and the warmth inside me heats up even more. Before I know it, I’m coming and feel the vibrator shoot out of me. “Good, little lamb.” Bull growls, keeping his eyes glued on mine.

  Bull pulls himself from me, picks me up like I’m nothing but a feather and lays down on his back on the table. He brings my ass down on his cock slowly and pulls me back, whispering in my ear. “Hope you’re enjoying your present.”

  “I . . . am. What’re we doing?” I whisper back.

  “Waiting for me, of course.” Zane snickers, walking around to the other side of the table. He brings his cock to the entrance of my pussy and swears under his breath, driving himself into me. Bull and Zane move at the exact same time and it feels like I’m in limbo, here but not really here.

  Jesus, this is the best birthday ever.

  30

  Everything can change in just one day

  ~unknown

  Alexa/Lola

  In a little over a month everything has changed in my life. It’s crazy to think how changing circumstances can alter your life path. This may sound insane, but if going through the hell I did brought me to the Reapers and Bull . . . then I’d go through it all again. I’d take every beating, every tooth they extracted from my mouth with no pain medication and losing an eye to be where I am today. Because, it feels like home.

  A week has passed since my birthday/Valentine’s Day and I find that every day I’m with Bull we’re getting more in tune with each other. There definitely wasn’t an instant connection between the two of us but I am happy to say we’re where we’re at now. While he’s a cocky asshole, he’s my partner. I’m learning what makes him tick as well as the quirks he has too. After learning so much about him I’m realizing he isn’t too bad.

  It’s late February and the last couple days have been warmer than we thought it would be. The contractors came out to break ground and Zane has had the guys helping the contractors to speed up the process in case the weather suddenly takes a turn for the worse.

  I’m sitting down on Fist’s couch chatting with his daughter Ashley. “We’re going over names right now, but Blackjack and I can’t come to an agreement.”

  “Yeah because Dad is old as dirt.” Blackjack’s son, Dex, mutters from behind us.

  I let out a giggle, “At least he’s honest.”

  Ashley nods “He is, just like his father. We can’t let it get to his head though.”

  The front door opens and in comes Bull, he looks right at me. “Can you run into town with Fist and go grab a couple parts we ordered from the auto shop? Also, the contractor gave us a list of stuff his guys forgot to grab, so if you could pick some up that would be great.”

  I nod, “I’m game . . . but do you think Fist is feeling up to it?” The man hides in his room quite a bit unless he’s required to make an appearance. I think he’s still depressed, but Bull says he’s slowly getting better. While I’ve seen steps in the right direction I think a lot of the men here think depression is a switch you can turn on and off when that isn’t the case.