ALLY - He looked like he needed a “pick me up”, so I gave him one. In passing, I shoved my panties into the pocket of his leather jacket. It wasn’t typical behavior for me, but he wasn’t a typical biker.
It didn’t matter. I’d never see him again.
When he appeared at my favorite diner a few days later, my jaw hit the floor.
My panties weren’t far behind.
When I found out he was a thief, I grinned at the common bond we shared.
Then, I took his wallet.
I planned to steal his heart next.
First, I’d have to tell him the truth.
The entire truth.
GOOSE – Finding my pantyless Cinderella wasn’t going to be an easy task. I told myself if—and when—I did find her, I’d make her mine for one glorious night.
I quickly learned one night would never be enough.
I knew relationships weren’t for outlaw bikers. Relationships required honesty.
Being honest about club business was contradictory to the MC’s rules.
The only way around it was if she became a member of the MC.
We needed a member, no doubt. Not a smart-mouthed chick with a bold attitude, though. Unless she was a died-in-the-wool thief and a getaway car driver…
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The smell of leather, rain-soaked polyester and sadness melded together. I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth, hoping to rid myself of the foul taste that had plagued me since walking through the ornate double doors, but had no such luck.
Prior to his death, I hadn’t given dying much thought. Now, the subject consumed me. Not simple things like wondering when it would happen or how to draft my will. I questioned whether living without him was even a possibility.
I felt that a little of me was dying with each pronounced click of my watch’s second hand.
I gazed blankly at his casket. Regret enveloped me. Suffocating, I forced myself to breathe. Each spoken word of the eulogy sliced through the surface of my skin like a razor. I scanned the sea of navy, black, and gray, hoping for a means of relief.
Amidst the grief-stricken faces in the pew across from me, a pouty set of ruby-red lips provided just that.
Relief.
The creamy white color of her skin replaced the harsh reality of the truth. Completely paralyzed by her angelic beauty, I stared. I wondered if I reached out to touch her if she’d simply vanish.
