Breaking The Biker (The Biker Series)(3)

By: Cassie Alexandra



He’d had the longest eyelashes.

“And now,” I glared at him. “You’re going to pay, motherfucker.”

His face turned white. “Raina?”

I wuv you mommy…

Sobbing, I fired the gun.





Chapter 1





I heard the Judge’s motorcycle pull up to the house and grabbed the bottle of Jack from the counter. There were some things I wanted to discuss with him about the Devil’s Rangers, and knew it might be my only chance to talk to him face-to-face for a while. When I stepped outside and noticed that he had his arms around Jessica, I decided to wait. They obviously wanted some privacy and I wasn’t thinking clearly anyway. In fact, I was pretty fucking hammered.

Waving at them, I lit a cigarette and sat down on the porch, still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that my old man was really dead and that some stupid bitch, with ties to the Devil’s Rangers, had taken him out. That shit was eating me up inside, especially not knowing who the chick was or where in the hell she was hiding out. All I could think about was finding this girl and avenging Slammer’s death. But, Raptor was urging me not to take matters into my own hands and to wait until we had all the facts. He’d also convinced me to put it on the table, for a club vote.

“This has to be done right,” he’d said, after the funeral. “No more secrets from the rest of the club. Look at what happened with Slammer. We don’t exactly know why this girl murdered him in cold blood anyway.”

“It doesn’t matter. She did it and needs to pay.”

“But don’t you want to know why?”

“I know why. Rumor has it that she’s mixed up with the Devil’s Rangers. It was more retaliation.”

“I don’t know. This doesn’t feel right. They don’t normally send a chick to do a hit. They wouldn’t trust her to get the job done.”

It didn’t exactly sound right to me either, but the fact was, my old man was gone and the shooter was going to pay. I didn’t care what kind of affiliation she had to the Devil’s Rangers or any other club. I needed to punish someone for my old man’s death and it was going to be the bitch responsible.

Sighing, I took another drag of my smoke and watched as the Judge drove off and Jessica walked up the steps toward me.

“Hey,” she said, smiling sadly.

“Hey.”

“Are you okay?”

I nodded.

“If you want to talk…”

“I’m okay,” I replied, looking away. Jessica had her own problems to deal with. I wasn’t about to stress her out any more than she already was. “I just need some time to myself.”

“I understand.” She squeezed my shoulder. “Goodnight, Tank.”

“Goodnight.”

She walked into the house and I finished my cigarette. After tossing the butt into an empty coffee can, I grabbed my cell phone and called Cheeks, one of the club whores. It was getting late, but I was too hopped up on coke to sleep and needed something to take my mind off of shit.

“What’s up, Prez?” she asked, sounding pleasantly surprised.

“Hopefully my cock in about thirty minutes or less.”

She laughed. “Are you sure you weren’t trying to call for a pizza?”

“No, but now that you mention it… can you pick one up on the way over?”

“Seriously?”

I chuckled. “No. Just get your skinny little ass over here. I could use some TLC, darlin’.”

“I can do that. Where are you?”

“I’m at Frannie’s. Come to think about it, why don’t you pick me up and we’ll go back to my place? I don’t think partying here is a good idea.”

“Is that what we’re going to do? Party?”

“Yeah, just you and me, Doll. You up for it?”

“Anything for you, Tank. I’ll swing by in twenty minutes.”

“I’ll be waiting,” I said and then hung up.

I took another swig from the bottle of Jack and then went into the kitchen, where I wrote a note to Frannie, letting her know where I was headed. Afterward, I went outside and waited for Cheeks. When she picked me up, I lit another cigarette to cover the heavy stench of her perfume. It was some kind of flowery scent that I couldn’t stand, but didn’t have the heart to tell her.

Also By Cassie Alexandra

Last Updated

Hot Read

Recommend

Top Books