My mood was grim. A couple of young assholes had recognized me in my truck on the way over and thrown their half-finished can of energy drink at me as they raced by. The can didn’t hurt my truck, but impotent rage raced through my veins the rest of the drive, and by the time I got inside the reco...
said George as he tapped his scotch glass against Harrison’s. They nodded at each other and had a hearty drink. George handed his glass back to the caddy at his side, who traded him for a driver. “Cheers,” repeated Harrison, as he took another swig. Scotch was not his favo...
She leaned back with my name on her lips and I kissed it off of them until she was moaning into my mouth. In one hand I held her neck gently, forcing her to face me as I fucked her from behind. I kept the other wrapped tight around her waist, holding her close. In the back of the room a phone r...
He couldn’t have counted all the bullet holes if he had wanted to. A few of them even made it through the thinner parts of the exterior wall, spilling dappled sunshine into the room. Jase stuck his finger in one of them, and then turned away, distracted. The floor under his boots was covered wi...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, dialogue, and everything else are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to people or events, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Author's Note In appreciation of all of my regular readers, I will be providing a disco...
On their separate bikes, he had followed his MC brothers not back to the Black Dogs clubhouse, but to an abandoned factory in the foothills outside of LeBeau where they frequently conducted meetings such as these. In fact, they had acquired the place after finding it when Jase’s now-wife and Henr...
I took a deep breath as Quinn led us down the hallway toward the conference room, wishing I had bothered to get stoned before we took the drive from Thornwood. But there was no way I was dulling even a modicum of this anger in my first face-to-face with Duke since his announcement. I wanted to fe...
from his realtor friend. It had the same kind of Nuclear Age charm that the entire town of LeBeau held. It wasn’t the prettiest property, but it had character. It was clean, not far from the clubhouse, and the small bedrooms felt more cozy than confining. The sliding backdoor opened into a modest...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, dialogue, and everything else are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to people or events, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Author's Note In appreciation of all of my regular readers, I will be providing a disco...