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  Prologue

  Chase Fury

  Ten years ago…

  “I fucking love seeing my name on your skin,” I tell Sasha. Bringing her wrist up to my lips, I place a kiss just below the small, black cursive letters. While her new tattoo is only a few inches wide, it may as well be the size of a fucking Mack truck for how damn hard my cock is right now, knowing she’s mine.

  “Good, because it’s sort of permanent,” Sasha replies with a grin. Her big, blue eyes sparkling up at me from underneath the streetlamps are full of adoration and love that I don’t deserve. And God, she’s so fucking beautiful it hurts. I was a goner from the second I saw her long, sexy legs and her incredible ass hanging out of her cutoff shorts while she worked under the hood of a 1967 Mustang.

  “Permanent is exactly why I like it,” I tell her as I wrap my arms around her lean waist to drag her body against mine. She’s the tallest woman I know, Cindy Crawford model height, but I still have at least seven inches on her.

  Sasha pushes open the leather cut that I’m wearing with no shirt underneath to run her fingernail carefully around my fresh ink — her name that’s written in thick, black cursive letters on the left side of my chest.

  “My parents are gonna be so pissed when they find out,” she says. Her smile grows even wider, which is no surprise. I quickly learned that my girl gets off on excitement and danger, anything that her parents would threaten to whoop her ass over even though she just turned eighteen.

  “So, what if they are?” I ask. “They’re always pissed at you lately, ever since you started seeing me.”

  “Very true, it’s just…”

  When she lowers her eyes and pauses, I grab her chin between my thumb and finger to make her look at me. “Just what?”

  “What if it’s bad luck?” she asks as her front teeth nervously work over her bottom lip.

  “What’s bad luck?”

  “Doesn’t everyone say it’s the kiss of death for all relationships if you get your lover’s name tattooed on you? I mean, what if my parents are right and we are moving too fast, Chase?”

  “Shh, calm down baby,” I tell her as I grasp her gorgeous, flawless face between both of my palms. “Fast is the only fucking way that I know how to move. And it’s not bad luck or anything else,” I assure her. “That’s just a bunch of superstitious bullshit. Because you and me? We’re fucking forever, sweetheart. I’m so damn certain of that, I would make you my old lady right now, if I could. I have zero fucking doubts that you’re the only woman I’ll ever want.”

  “Seriously?” she asks as her eyes start to glisten under the glow of the lights in the parking lot. “You would marry me and give up all the clubhouse sluts?”

  “Hell yes,” I say without any hesitation. Before Sasha and I got together, I slept with a handful of the girls that hang around the Savage Asylum, the bar that also houses the Savage Kings MC’s clubhouse. Those women will fuck anything in leather, even prospects like me, still trying to patch in. I haven’t touched a single one of them since Sasha and I started seeing each other six months ago. There isn’t a girl in that clubhouse that can turn my head. I’m so certain of what we have that I tell Sasha, “Let’s do it. Let’s get married tonight. We could fly to Vegas...”

  “My parents would never –” she starts to say, but my lips crashing down on hers puts a stop to her words.

  When I pull back, I look her in the eyes to let her know I’m dead serious. “Fuck what your parents think. Marry me, and then we’ll get our own place and they won’t be able to say shit about what we do.”

  Sasha studies my face for several long seconds, judging my sincerity while I hold my breath. Finally, she says, “Okay.”

  “Okay?” I repeat with a grin of relief.

  “Yes. Oh, my god, yes! Why are we still standing here?” she asks excitedly before she slips out of my arms. Sasha strides over to my bike in her sexy strappy heels and white dress. It’s way too short for riding on the back of a Harley, which is exactly why I fucking love it. She throws one of her mile-long legs over the seat and then leans forward to grip the handlebars, pushing her amazing ass out and causing her full, perfect tits to nearly spill out of the top of her dress.

  “Hop on the back. I’ll drive us to the airport,” Sasha jokes.

  “Goddamn, you are so fucking sexy sitting on my Fat Boy,” I tell her. Unable to resist getting a photo of her looking like the pin-up girl from every man’s wet dream, I pull out my cell phone from my pocket and snap a picture.

  After I put my phone away, I go over and climb on behind her. Smoothing my hands up both of her sides, I whisper to her, “This is where you fucking belong. Your fine ass was made to sit on my bike.” I bury my nose in her long, blonde hair that’s lightly blowing in the coastal winds, unable to get enough of her sweet apple scent before my lips go to her neck right below her ear. It’s the one spot on her body that I know from months of experience will make her go limp and instantly wet. Sure enough, Sasha shivers and then leans back against my chest, putty in my hands. Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her. My cock is so hard that riding will be damn near impossible.

  “I want you so much, right here, right now. I can’t wait a second longer,” I whisper in her ear, fucking desperate for her. “If I lift your dress and lower you down onto my cock, you could ride it just like this, and no one would be able to see me buried deep inside of you.”

  “Chase,” Sasha moans my name, making my dick swell even more against the fly of my jeans. “Someone could see us,” she says.

  “Let them watch. I don’t give a fuck, because this is all mine,” I tell Sasha as I ease my hand underneath the front hem of her dress and cup her pussy through her lacy thong.

  I know my girl better than anyone, and the thought of someone catching us is turning her on even more. She’s been a good girl for the last seventeen years, so she still likes to pretend she’s good when, deep down, she’s really fucking naughty.

  And despite what her parents think, I wasn’t a bad influence on her. Hell, I knew she was a virgin, and I wouldn’t do more than kiss her the first few times we went out. Sasha was the one who unzipped my pants in the front seat of her Mustang in the school parking lot and started riding my cock, giving her virginity to me before I fucking knew what hit me.

  “Chase, please,” Sasha begs when she squirms against my hand that hasn’t moved the way she wants yet. As she rocks her hips, her ass bumps right against the bulge in the front of my jeans that’s pressi
ng into her bottom and making me fucking crazy.

  “You’re gonna come on my fingers, and then I’m gonna fuck you right here,” I warn her as I slip my fingers underneath the seam of her panties and penetrate her with just the tip of one.

  “Ohhh God,” she moans as she throws her head back on my shoulder, then covers my hand with her own to force me to go deeper inside of her.

  My lips come down on her neck again as my fingers start pumping in and out of her already dripping wet pussy. Her walls clamp down on them, and then her entire body shudders as her orgasm slams into her that damn fast for me.

  I don’t even give her a chance to recover before I remove my hand from her panties and start undoing my jeans as quick as my shaking hands can go, unable to wait another second to be inside of her. And because she’s been on birth control for months, there’s no rubber needed.

  “Hold those handlebars for me, sweetheart,” I tell Sasha, who is still panting when she follows my order. Grasping her hip to hold it steady, I fist my cock with the other hand to line up and slam inside of her pussy so hard she cries out.

  “Oh, God, Chase!” she moans. Looking at me over her shoulder, Sasha says, “You feel so good.”

  “Fuck, yes, baby. Ride me just like that,” I tell her. She’s hot, tight, and wet. So goddamn perfect that I know I won’t last long.

  My hands grip both of her hips through her dress, tight enough to leave bruises as I slam her down on my cock over and over again.

  Reaching up, I gather her hair in a ponytail and give it a harsh tug to turn her face to the side so I can kiss her. “I love you…so fucking much,” I tell her against her lips.

  “I love you too…ohhh!” she shouts as she comes again, forcing me to follow.

  As we both catch our breath and come back down from the clouds together, I kiss her neck and down to her shoulder.

  Having Sasha in my arms tonight is so goddamn perfect. Knowing she’s agreed to be mine forever makes me fucking euphoric, except…for whatever reason, that happiness is accompanied by something else. My guts are knotting up with fear or…or panic. I’ve never loved anyone this much before, and it’s fucking terrifying worrying about screwing everything up with her.

  Are we rushing things? I know I’m ready to marry Sasha, but we’re both still young. What if I’m pushing her into something that she’ll later regret? We both still have a year of high school left, and then she wants to go to college and study journalism. I’d never try to hold her back on purpose; but what if, by marrying her, she gives up on her dreams to be with me instead?

  “Are you sure you want to be my old lady?” I ask her into the silence. “You know I won’t ever walk away from the MC, and you want to go to college…”

  “I want you more,” she says as she reaches behind her to run her fingers through my hair. “And who said I couldn’t have you and a degree?”

  Still unconvinced, I tell her, “It may not always be easy for us. I’ll probably piss you off. There's a reason everyone thinks I'm an asshole.”

  “We’ll have good times and bad,” she agrees. “But I love every part of you, even the MC and asshole pieces. They’re what make you who you are, Chase.”

  This.

  This is why I fucking love this woman so goddamn much. I don’t know why the hell I’m even second-guessing her. She’s all in right there with me. And unlike some old ladies, she would never ask me to walk away from the club. She knows how important wearing the Savage Kings patch one day soon is to me.

  Bringing her face to mine, I kiss the shit out of her until we both have to pull away for oxygen.

  “Okay,” I say, pushing aside all of those ridiculous doubts or worries, whatever the hell they are. Nothing will change how I feel about Sasha. Ever.

  “To the airport?” Sasha asks me when I climb off the back of my bike.

  Reaching for her helmet from the handlebar, I kiss the top of her golden head before I put it on her. “Fuck yes,” I agree while fastening her chin strap.

  Once her helmet is good and secure, I grab mine and get it in place while Sasha scoots backward to her seat, and I take my place in the front.

  “You ready, sweetheart?” I ask when I crank the engine.

  “Always,” Sasha says. Her words and her arms tightening around my waist so close that the front of her body is flush against my back lets me know she’s ready to ride with me, not just today but every fucking day for the rest of our lives. She trusts me to take care of her and keep her safe.

  I may have been a cold bastard before we met, but she makes me softer because I want to be good to her, good for her.

  But deep down I’ve always known that what her parents say about me is true – she deserves better than me, and one of these days I’m probably gonna hurt her beyond repair.

  We’ve stopped for a moment at an intersection, so I reach back to pat her leg reassuringly. Just touching her helps clear the morbid thoughts from my mind.

  As the light turns green and the car in front of us clears the intersection, I drop my Fat Boy into gear and ease the throttle, smiling as Sasha reflexively tightens her grip.

  The sudden screeching of tires drowns out the roar of my engine. I catch a brief glance of headlights to my right, just before I’m launched into the air.

  The next few seconds seem to stretch out endlessly as my body is hurled across the highway. I spin helplessly, briefly blinded by the headlamp on my Harley as my bike’s shattered frame twists and sparks across the pavement beneath me. Before I can scream out for Sasha, gravity snatches me back, slamming me into the weedy ditch at the side of the road.

  …

  A piercing light shines directly into my eyes. When the light disappears, I’m finally able to make out the face, one of a man I’ve never seen before hovering over me just inches away in the darkness.

  “Who…who the fuck …wh-what the hell…happened?” I gasp. I try to force myself to sit up but fall back as a nauseating wave of vertigo washes over me.

  “You had a wreck,” the stranger’s voice tells me slowly. “Try not to move. We’re gonna get you to the hospital.”

  Wreck? Hospital?

  My eyes squint as I try to put the world back into focus to figure out what the fuck’s happening. The last thing I remember is sitting in the tattoo chair with Sasha beside me; then we were outside the shop on my bike…

  Oh, fuck!

  “Sasha?” I shout in a panic as I struggle to try and sit up again. The asshole with the light pushes my shoulders back down. To hell with him. I shove him out of the way as I sit up again and see the colorful lights of ambulances, firetrucks, and police cars surrounding us.

  Then I spot her; Sasha’s body is strapped down on a gurney that’s being rushed toward an ambulance.

  “SASHA!” I scream louder and wait for her to answer me, to tell me that she’s okay, but she doesn’t make a sound.

  Chapter One

  Chase

  Present day…

  If there’s just one single thing that every person should know, it’s that you should never fuck with a man who has nothing to lose.

  Johnny here in the shitty little Ace of Spades MC hasn’t learned that lesson just yet, which is why I’m slamming his ugly ass face into the bar counter over and over again until he finally gets the message.

  “Sorry…I’m sorry,” he mutters as blood pours from his nose and mouth. I’m pretty sure I saw one of his teeth go flying across the room.

  “I don’t want you to be fucking sorry,” I lean down and growl into his ear while I keep his head flattened on the counter. “I want you to stop selling your nasty ass shit in my city. Because if just one more person ODs from crank again, I’m gonna come back and see you. And I won’t give a damn if you sold it to the fucker or not. It’s gonna be your brains blown out on the bar to send a message to anyone else who is dealing. Am I making myself fucking clear?”

  “Y-yes,” Johnny agrees.

  “Good,” I say when I finally let hi
s head go. He slumps down to the floor, clutching his newly rearranged face.

  Looking up at the bartender, the club’s enforcer, who is twice my size but smart enough not to try and interfere with my beat down, I sit down on one of the bar stools and tell him, “We’ll take fifteen grand in cash for the funeral expenses and be on our way.”

  The man simply nods his head and disappears into the back.

  “Fuck, man,” my best friend Abe mutters as he climbs up on the stool next to me. “Don’t ever let me get on your bad side again.”

  “I’m so fucking sick of this shit,” I tell him with a shake of my head as I glance down and see the crimson splatters of blood painting the white t-shirt under my cut. I really should wear red tees more often. “What do you think it’s gonna take to keep the roaches out of our town?” I ask Abe.

  Lowering his voice to nothing more than a deep rumble, he says, “We’re gonna have to start taking these assholes out. Nothing else is working. Three tweakers in the morgue are three too many for one goddamn week.”

  “No shit,” I grumble.

  The Savage Kings MC rule the town of Emerald Isle with an iron fist. To most people on the outside, I’m sure our city looks like a biker’s paradise. And it is, most of the time. But the MC took on the responsibility of expanding our tourist business; and if you want to keep your house clean for visitors, you have to take out all the trash.

  Rival MCs and gangs try to push their hardcore drugs on the tourists to make some easy cash. That shit doesn’t fly with us. So, when we find the assholes responsible, we kick them to the curb. That also means the club constantly makes new enemies. So far, we’ve been able to keep the assholes beat down, but I have no doubt that one of these days our past sins will come back to bite us in the ass.

  “Here you go,” the bartender says when he finally comes back with a folded up paper bag.