Biker Chicks: An Anthology of Hot MC Romance (35 page)

That night however, it came as close as it ever had to resenting and even disliking the task before it.

“Come, Danielle Green,” it said, voice as impossible as the rest of its appearance as fire flared within the hollow eye sockets. It held out one skeletal hand, the other loosely clasped around the handle of its weapon. “Come, take a ride with Death.”

A California native and avid reader, for Ryan, making the transition from reader to writer was simply the next logical evolution.

He enjoys a number of genres from paranormal suspense to dystopian post-apocalyptic. All of his work contains a romantic spin with a decidedly erotic flair.

LeLe’s Revenge

Colbie Kay

Chapter One

“Stephens, get up. Your time here is done.” I open my eyes to the husky, gravelly voice of the guard. Staring me in the face are the four gray cement brick walls I have looked at every day for the last two years. Very little sunlight drifts in from the single barred up window, but the fluorescent lighting predominates in the six by nine foot prison cell. Every morning at 6 A.M. the lights come on, not a minute earlier or later. That’s the thing about prison, they make you have a routine: wake-up, meals, showering, even my one hour outside. It claws at me and makes me go crazy some days. I’m a free-spirit; go where I want, do what I want, fly by the seat of my pants kind of girl.

“Yeah, I’m up.” I answer while rubbing my eyes, then stretching out my arms and legs.

“Get your shit ready and let’s go.”

I hop off my cot, grab the blanket first then fold it up. Next is the sheet and then place my pillow on top. Once I have the stack in my hands I holler out, “Open the door, Adams.” I hear the click of the lock and the metal door opening.

“Well damn, guess I won’t be seeing your handsome face again after today.” I give him a wink and a half smile. He really is a good looking guy with his crew cut and smooth baby face, not my type though.

“If you’re lucky. Don’t land yourself here again, Leah. You and I both know you shouldn’t have been here in the first place. Stay away from those people! They’re bad news.”

“Aww, I thought you could take me on a date sometime.” I respond trying to deflect from what he just said and making a joke out of it.

“Get your ass outta here Stephens and don’t let me see you again.” He chuckles as we walk down the hallway toward the booking room. Officer John Adams is the only person that believed I was innocent besides my blood family. His belief in me helped us grow close and have an odd guard-prisoner friendship.

In the booking room I’m left with the female guard, but not before he tells me he will be waiting right outside then shuts the door behind him. I already know the drill strip down, spin around and shame myself to this guard because I have to show every naked part of me. It isn’t any easier this go around than it was the first time I had to do it.

“Alright, inmate Leah Stephens number 112745. Here are your clothes put them on and come stand at the desk to check out the rest of your belongings.”

I can’t even begin to describe how good it felt to slip my black leather pants on. Not that fake leather shit chicks wear either; no I wear the real deal leather. I put on the lacy material of my bra, the black and red Blood Makers tank, black riding boots and lastly I put my arms through my cut. Fuck, I feel like the old me with my long dark hair flowing down and wearing my own clothes again, not that orange jumpsuit that made up my wardrobe for two years.

I am a patched member of the Blood Makers M.C., one of the most dangerous clubs in Kansas, alongside the Satan’s Sinners. Their mother chapter is in Wichita, but ours is in Kansas City. When they have their runs to stock up on supply, they come to us. It works for everyone as long as the truce can be kept and no one oversteps their boundaries.

I check out the rest of my items, which wasn’t much, a cross necklace my mom gave me the day my pop gave me my bike. Also my driver’s license and some cash I had on me the night of my arrest. The guard hits the button next to her and the sound of the door buzzes open.

I am free to go!

On the other side of the door stands Officer Adams once again and I give him a smile. “You ready to show me the way outta this joint?”

“I’m honored to be the one giving you your freedom back.” A grin tugs at his lips, but his brows pull down tightly. I know he is worried about me.

“Wouldn’t want anyone else. Now come on quit getting sappy on me and get me outta here.” Easing the tension, I give him my best smile while he returns it with one of his own.

We get to the gate where Officer Adams unlocks it letting me step on the other side of the electrical fence. I swear the smell of the air and the sun shining down is different on this side of the fence. The green in the trees and grass or the blue in the sky is so much brighter, the smell in the air is crisper. I guess this is the smell and sight of actual freedom. On the inside, everything is stifling making you feel claustrophobic. People on the outside take for granted everyday privileges. I took that shit for granted too, until prison showed me to be grateful for when you do have freedom.

“I’m serious, Leah, stay away from those guys and don’t come back here. Your ride is here by the way.”

I turn seeing my brother Bobby hopping off my vintage hot pink 1983 Hopper Harley that was passed down from my pop. Before he passed it down to me, he went and had all the parts checked and then gave her a whole new paint job in my favorite color, which is none other than pink. If I wasn’t so excited to see my brother along with my bike, I’d be laughing my ass off that the big son of a bitch had to ride her. Instead I try finding the words, “How did you...”

“I called him, thought you would want that.” Officer Adams sheepishly replies. I think I almost see a blush forming.

“Thank you...For everything.”

Little does he know that as soon as I see my parents, I am going straight for the people or person, I should say, that got me in this situation. I walk over to my brother who is now leaning against my pink baby.

“Bobby.” I say in greeting, happy as shit to see my older brother.

“LeLe.” He returns the greeting using my road name. Bobby grabs me around the waist lifting me up in the air and spinning me around in a big bear hug causing me to laugh. “How’s it feel to be free, little sister?”

“It feels good. Really fucking good.”

“You going to see Mom and Pop?” Bobby asks as he sets me back on my feet.

“Yeah and I need some real food and a nice hot shower.”

“Good thing ‘cause Mom went all out for you.”

“What are we waiting for then? Let’s go.” Giving each other one last smile, I climb on the front and make him ride bitch. I know the sight is probably hilarious and it makes me want to laugh again because he towers over me. I don’t give a fuck though. I have to ride my girl again, feel that control and have the wind slapping on my face. I turn the key, get her revved up, savor the feel of the vibration for a minute and pull out.

Chapter Two

“Mom, you didn’t need to make all of this.” I tell her as I look down at everything she has prepared. It’s a whole feast of Thanksgiving and Christmas combined.

“Sure I did! You haven’t had a decent meal in two years and missed holidays because of that God-forsaken place.”

“Thank you, Mom.” I say as I hug her for the millionth time since I walked through the door.

After we have all loaded our plates and are sitting at the table eating, my dad asks, “So what are your plans, LeLe?”

“I don’t know yet. I guess I’ll get settled in and see what happens at the club.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Those boys have a lot of questions to answer for.”

“Don’t worry Pop. I’ll be getting the answers I need.” I tell him while stabbing another piece of meat onto my fork.

“I know you will. I have no doubt about that, but you need to listen to Ranger before doing anything drastic. Got me?”

“I got you.” I’ll tell my pop what he wants to hear, but I won’t be listening to shit. Why would he be telling me I need to listen to the person that let me get sent up? Have I missed something? I shake off the questions and continue eating.

“If you need help don’t hesitate to call.” Bobby drops into the conversation between mouthfuls of food.

My dad retired out of the MC life and my brother hung out at the club a lot. He hadn’t decided if he wanted to become a prospect yet when I got sent away. They love to ride as much as I do so even though dad retired and Bobby was deciding, when we would go for rides as a club, they would join us. My dad still considers them brothers and I guess being blood is more important to Bobby. At least somebody has my back on this shit.

I give my brother a nod before continuing to clean my plate of the delicious food my amazing mother made.

After I’m done eating, I go into my bedroom grabbing a new set of leather pants, a new tank, panties, socks, and a bra then walk into the bathroom.

Once the water is heated and I’m stripped of all my clothes, I step under the steady stream and let it hit my tense shoulders.

I think about my brothers of the club and wonder how the hell they could have done this to me. The guys of the Blood Makers M.C. were supposed to have my back and protect me. Instead, they dropped me like a bad fucking habit and fed me to the wolves. The run that night was supposed to be easy, a no fail job in and out. Instead something went wrong. I got arrested and convicted on felony gun charges then ended up spending the next two years in the women’s state prison in Topeka, Kansas.

So now I am out for revenge. I will get what I deserve and kill anyone that steps in my way.

After I have dressed in my clean clothes and slipped my cut back on, I grab my 9mm Ruger LC9 with pink grips. I slide it into the top of my Shay Harley boot then grab my Lioness fixed blade placing it in my waistband. I grab my cold steel, Tri-lite, pink handled blade last and put it inside my other boot.

I may be a tough biker bitch, but I got a girly side to me with all the pink.

I walk downstairs seeing my family sitting in the living room. My heart fills with love at the sight of the three people that stood by my side through all this bullshit and never doubted me for a second. I give them all hugs and tell them how much I love them and that I will be in touch. I walk out the door, straddle my bike, all the while hoping like hell I don’t end up back in prison after tonight. But also thinking it would all be worth it to get the revenge I deserve.

Chapter Three

I pull up to the gates of the compound and wait for the prospect to let me through. He must be a new one because I don’t recognize him. He lets me through without any problem and I pull up the gravel lot and park amongst the line of Harleys. Shutting my bike off most people would have nerves at what I’m about to do, me not so much. As I stare at the old warehouse with the Blood Makers’ logo on the side, my anger surfaces.

This used to be my second home. This is the place I always felt safe and protected. These guys were supposed to be family and have my back, but they turned on me without even blinking an eye. I take off my pink helmet that matches my Harley and attach it to one of the saddlebags. I get off the bike, start heading toward the door and when I open it everything is the fucking same. The look of the bar, the smell of smoke and alcohol lingers in the air, even the rock music blaring from the sound system.