Christina Chavis's Blog

I'm trying something different. I've been writing a few books and have decided to experiment with turning the chapters into mini episodes, so that my readers can follow along with me as I write. Depending on how things go, I might just start doing all my books like this.
I'm going to start with the books I'm working on now and later on add my Storm Reapers MC book series if things go well. Click the link and join me for the first Premiere around 11 a.m. and the second Premiere around 1 p.m. I've set a 5-minute countdown to give anyone who wants to join a chance to log on. I'll be present in the chat and willing to answer any questions.

The Valkyrie's Mission: Valkyrie Vixens MC Premieres @ 11 a.m. today.

https://youtu.be/6PAmPSd-lrQ

Her Last Exit- Blood, Brotherhood, & Vengeance Premieres @ 1 p.m. today.

https://youtu.be/mwhamdqq_LM

Chapter 1

Kayla

The room was shrouded in darkness, but Kayla couldn’t see it. She was somewhere else, trapped in the suffocating grip of her own memories.
Cannon’s hands were everywhere—grabbing, pinning, bruising. His breath, hot and rancid, ghosted over her cheek as he hissed vile threats in her ear. She struggled, kicked, screamed, but her body felt sluggish, as if the fear had seeped into her bones and left her paralyzed.
She could hear his laughter—low and guttural—drowning out her own cries. The walls of the room seemed to close in, suffocating her as she twisted and thrashed.
In the dream, she could see herself from above—helpless, drowning in despair. Cannon’s laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls. Her mind screamed, but no sound came out. The world grew darker, and darker, until—
Kayla woke up with a strangled scream, thrashing against the tangled sheets. Her heart was a sledgehammer, beating against her ribs. The room was dim, early morning light just beginning to creep through the drawn curtains. She sat up, gasping for air, clutching the blanket to her chest as if it could shield her from the remnants of the nightmare.
Footsteps pounded down the hallway, and before she could process anything, the door burst open. Her dad, Shell, rushed in, his presence filling the doorway. His face was etched with concern, wild eyes searching the room for any threat.
“Kayla!” he barked, scanning the room before his gaze locked onto her.
Kayla couldn’t find her voice. Her throat felt raw, and her whole body trembled. She could still feel Cannon’s weight pressing her down, could still hear his cruel words slithering through her mind.
Shell hesitated for a moment before stepping closer, kneeling by the side of her bed. He didn’t touch her—he knew better than to crowd her when she was like this—but his presence was solid and grounding.
“Another one?” he asked, voice low, careful.
She nodded shakily, tears pooling in her eyes. She wanted to lie, to pretend she was fine, but the lie wouldn’t come. Instead, she buried her face in her hands, muffling the sobs that forced their way out.
Shell sighed, the sound filled with helplessness and frustration. “I’m gonna get your brother,” he murmured, rising to his feet.
Before Kayla could protest, Shell was gone, the door left slightly ajar. She focused on her breathing, counting the inhales and exhales, but it wasn’t enough. The memory of Cannon’s hands was still too fresh, too real. Her body ached from the phantom pain, and the guilt gnawed at her ribs, sharp and relentless.
A few minutes later, Stinger appeared, his presence quieter, more cautious. He didn’t enter the room right away, just hovered at the threshold.
“You good?” he asked, his voice softer than usual.
Kayla managed a nod, though it felt like her head weighed a thousand pounds. Stinger took that as permission and moved inside, leaning against the wall instead of approaching the bed.
“Was it... the same one?” he asked, folding his arms, trying to act casual.
She swallowed hard, forcing the words out. “Yeah. The same.”
Stinger’s jaw tightened, a muscle ticking just beneath his stubble. “Damn bastard,” he muttered under his breath, eyes darting to the window as if he could will the past to change just by glaring at it hard enough.
Kayla wiped at her cheeks with the heel of her hand, hating how weak she felt. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, not sure why she was apologizing, but needing to say something.
Stinger straightened, shaking his head. “Stop that. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
He hesitated, then added, “You want me to stay?”
Kayla bit her lip, staring down at her hands. The thought of being alone terrified her, but at the same time, she didn’t want her brother to see how broken she felt. “I... I think I just need some time,” she said finally.
Stinger didn’t push. He just nodded, lingering for a moment longer. “If you change your mind, I’m right outside,” he promised before slipping out the door.
Once alone, Kayla let out a shuddering breath, collapsing back against the headboard. Her skin still felt too tight, every sound too loud. She pulled the blankets tighter around her, trying to block out the memories.
She knew they were just dreams—just twisted echoes of the worst time of her life. But that knowledge didn’t make them hurt any less. Didn’t make them any less real.
Her eyes drifted to the small window, where daylight was creeping in, pushing away the night. The new morning felt like a cruel joke—a bright, beautiful day breaking through the shadows of her mind. Kayla squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself to pull it together.
She couldn’t keep waking up like this. Couldn’t keep drowning in the past while life moved on around her. Somewhere deep inside, a spark of determination fought to break free. She didn’t know how, but she needed to escape—not just from the compound but from the suffocating grasp of her own fear.
Kayla forced herself to get up, her legs wobbly but steady enough. She moved to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face, hoping the chill would chase away the lingering traces of the nightmare. In the mirror, her reflection looked worn and weary—eyes rimmed red, shoulders hunched like she was carrying the weight of the world.
She braced her hands on the sink, breathing deeply. “You survived,” she whispered to herself. “You’re stronger than this.”
As she stood there, the memory of the day her life changed play in her mind’s eye as if it was happening all over again.
The scent of motor oil and leather hung thick in the air, mingling with the faint, bitter tang of spilled beer and sex. Kayla remembered the way her boots had scraped against the scuffed wooden floor, her pulse racing as she glanced at the door. Just a few more steps, and she’d be outside. Just a few more steps to freedom.
But Cannon’s voice cut through the loud music and laughter like a blade.
“Going somewhere, Kayla?”
She froze, her hand already reaching for the metal handle, the coolness pressing into her palm. Turning slowly, she met Cannon’s gaze—dark, calculating, his mouth twisted into a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes. The other members of the club were watching too, their expressions a mix of confusion and apprehension as the music was shut off. Some of the newer recruits kept their heads down, pretending not to notice the tension.
Her heart pounded in her chest, and she tried to keep her tone steady.
“Just getting some fresh air,” she replied, her voice tight.
Cannon leaned back in his chair, spreading his arms across the backrest like he owned the place—which, technically, he did.
“No one leaves,” he said, his tone low and authoritative.
Kayla’s throat tightened. “You can’t keep me here.”
His smirk grew more pronounced. “I can do whatever the fuck I want. You don’t get it, do you? This club is mine now. Your daddy’s rotting in the cells, along with your brother.”
Kayla’s stomach dropped. She hadn’t seen her father and brother for days and thought they were just out on a run for the club. She had no idea they had been here the whole time locked up downstairs in a cell.
She couldn’t stop herself from blurting, “What did you do to them?”
Cannon’s eyes glittered with a mix of amusement and cruelty. “Your old man and brother? They didn’t get with the program, so I put them where they can’t cause trouble. Should’ve seen Stinger—mouthy fucker. Had to knock him out twice just to shut him up.”
Rage boiled in her veins, but fear kept her rooted. “You had no right—”
Cannon stood, his heavy boots thudding against the floor as he approached. He didn’t bother hiding the way his eyes raked over her, making her skin crawl.
“Who’s gonna stop me? You?” he sneered. “You’re just the pretty little daughter of a has-been Vice President. No one’s gonna care if you disappear for a while.”
Kayla clenched her fists, every muscle tensed to bolt, but Cannon grabbed her by the arm, his fingers digging into her skin hard enough to bruise.
“Let go!” she hissed, trying to twist free.
Cannon yanked her closer, his breath hot against her ear. “You want to make trouble like your old man? I’ll break you like I’m gonna break him. You think you’re special just ’cause you got his blood? Nah. You’re just another pawn.”
Someone cleared their throat, and Kayla glanced up to see one of the older members, Dragon, shifting uncomfortably.
“Cannon, maybe ease up a bit. She’s just—”
Cannon shot Dragon a glare that made the burly man shrink back.
“You got something to say? Or are you volunteering to join Shell and the rest?”
Dragon looked away, muttering, “No disrespect, Pres.”
Cannon snorted, turning his focus back to Kayla. “Thought so.” He dragged her toward the back room, his grip unyielding. Kayla struggled, panic setting in as the reality of her situation hit.
“Stop! Let me go!”
He shoved her inside and slammed the door, the dull thud echoing through the small room. Kayla stumbled, catching herself on the corner of the worn leather couch. The room was familiar—Cannon’s dads old office before Cannon took over. The sight of Hammer’s dusty leather jacket hanging on the back of the chair made her stomach twist.
Cannon stalked toward her, and she could see the intent in his eyes—cold, cruel. She backed up until her shoulders hit the wall, nowhere left to go.
“You think you’re so tough,” he mocked, stepping into her space. “Think Daddy’s gonna come save you? He’s rotting in the dark, just like he deserves.”
Tears burned her eyes, but she forced herself to stand tall. “He’s twice the man you’ll ever be.”
His hand shot out, grabbing her throat, pressing just enough to make her gasp.
“You got a smart mouth for someone in your position,” he snarled.
Kayla clawed at his wrist, fear igniting like wildfire. The door burst open before Cannon could do more damage, and another member—Tank—peeked inside, his face tense.
“Pres, we got a problem. The shipment from Tao didn’t come through.”
Cannon’s grip loosened just enough for Kayla to take a shuddering breath. He shot her one last warning look before releasing her.
“Stay put,” he ordered, pointing a finger in her face. “You leave this room, and I’ll make sure you never leave again. Got it?”
Kayla couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. She just nodded, heart hammering. Cannon pushed past Tank, barking orders, his attention already shifting to the missed shipment. The door slammed shut behind them, and Kayla collapsed onto the couch, wrapping her arms around herself.
She fought the urge to sob, knowing that if she broke now, she might never pull herself together again. Her mind raced with a hundred thoughts—her dad and brother locked up downstairs, the club split between loyalists and Cannon’s goons, and her own helplessness making her feel smaller than ever.
The scent of Hammer’s jacket, leather and tobacco, brought a fresh wave of pain. Hammer had always been larger than life—a protector, a leader. Now he was gone and she had to wonder if maybe Cannon had something to do with it. Why else would he lock up anyone loyal to his dad? And now she was trapped in her own nightmare.
Kayla couldn’t help but think of the times her dad would tell her stories of the club’s glory days, how he’d helped build the brotherhood from the ground up by Hammer’s side. Cannon had torn that legacy apart in days, replacing loyalty with fear and honor with brutality.
Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and every noise outside the room made her flinch. Hours stretched into a blur of silence and muffled voices. At some point, exhaustion pulled her into a fitful sleep, but even in her dreams, Cannon’s face haunted her.
When she woke, the room was dim, and the shadows stretched long across the floor. For a moment, she thought it had all been a nightmare. But the stiffness in her muscles, the ache in her throat, and the bruises on her arm were reminders that this was real.
She bit back a sob, forcing herself to think. If her dad and Stinger were in the cells, then they needed help. She couldn’t just sit here and wait for Cannon to do something worse. Desperation warred with terror, and finally, she moved to the window, peering out at the yard.
A couple of Cannon’s men lingered near the garage, smoking and talking. No one was guarding the side entrance. Her mind spun with half-formed plans—none of them good. But if there was one thing she knew, whatever Cannon had planned for her, it wouldn’t be good.

Chapter 2

Kayla

Kayla’s breath shuddered as she pulled herself out of the memory, the morning light shining through the window of her bathroom slowly bringing the room back into focus. Her hands were gripping the sink so tightly her knuckles ached. She couldn’t shake the image of Cannon’s twisted smile.
A loud knock on the door made her flinch, and her pulse spiked again, the adrenaline not yet faded from her flashback. Kayla swallowed hard, forcing herself to breathe slowly.
“Kayla? You, okay?” Shell’s gruff voice came through the door, tinged with worry.
She cleared her throat, trying to mask the tremor in her voice. “Yeah... I’m okay.”
There was a pause before the door creaked open. Shell stepped inside, his hulking presence filling the small space. His face softened when he saw her, but there was still that edge of concern in his gaze.
“You sure, kid?” he asked, lingering by the doorway.
Kayla ran a hand over her face. “Just wish these dreams would go away already.”
Shell’s jaw tightened, and he glanced at the floor, as if the wood planks held some kind of answer.
He rubbed a hand over his face, looking every bit his age in that moment. Shell had always seemed invincible to her—unbreakable, even when things went sideways with the club. But now, with the lines of worry etched deep into his features, he looked worn.
“Maybe I should call Doc, see if there’s something he can give you to help you sleep,” he offered, trying to sound practical.
Kayla shook her head quickly. “No. I don’t want to be doped up. I just... need to deal with it.”
Shell didn’t push, but he let out a long, slow breath. “I hate seeing you like this.”
Silence stretched between them, broken only by the soft hum of the ceiling fan. Kayla picked at a loose thread hanging from the hem of her shirt, trying to find the right words.
“Dad... I’ve been thinking,” she started cautiously.
Shell’s gaze sharpened, waiting for her to continue.
“I think maybe I should... find a place in town. Just for a little while,” she said, her voice gaining strength as she spoke. “Maybe if I wasn’t here, I could... I don’t know... breathe a little easier.”
Shell frowned, moving closer but keeping his distance. “You want to leave the club?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to be here, but... being in this clubhouse, it just—it feels like I’m trapped. Like I’m still back there. Like I’m still being held prisoner in my own home. I just need some space, somewhere I can feel safe.”
Shell’s lips pressed into a thin line. “This is the safest place for you. You know that, right? You’re surrounded by the club. Nobody’s getting past us. Not after what that bastard put you through.”
“I know, but...” Kayla hesitated, fighting the urge to fold back into herself. “It’s just—every time I walk down the hallway; I remember him dragging me into that room. Every time I hear loud voices downstairs, it feels like I’m back in that nightmare. I can’t escape it here.”
Shell’s shoulders dropped, like her words were physically weighing him down. “You think I don’t get that?” he said, quieter now. “I can’t walk past those cells without hearing your brother shouting for me to do something. Without thinking about how I let that piece of shit get the upper hand.”
Kayla blinked, surprised by the rawness in his voice. Shell rarely showed emotion and seeing him so exposed made her chest ache.
“You didn’t know he’d betray you,” she said gently. “None of us did.”
He shook his head, frustration and regret battling for dominance. “I should’ve seen it coming. I should’ve kept you and Stinger safe.”
Kayla wanted to tell him that none of it was his fault, that Cannon had manipulated everyone, but the words stuck in her throat. It didn’t matter what she said—Shell would never forgive himself.
“I just think that... maybe if I had a place in town, I could start to feel normal again. You know? Just a little.”
Shell looked away, eyes distant. “What if something happens and you’re out there alone?”
“I can take care of myself. I’m not a little girl anymore,” Kayla insisted.
“That’s not the point,” Shell snapped, his voice louder than he meant. He sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Look, Kayla. I get it. This place has too many bad memories now. But letting you go off on your own? That’s not something I can do. Not after everything. Not while Tao Meng’s still out there, probably plotting his next move.”
Kayla clenched her fists, her resolve wavering. She wanted to scream that staying here was eating her alive, that every night was a battle to not suffocate under the weight of her own fear. But the look in her dad’s eyes stopped her. He was trying. He just didn’t know how to help her.
“How about this,” Shell offered, his tone softening. “You stay here, but maybe we can set up one of the guest cabins out back. Give you a little space while keeping you close. That way, if anything goes sideways, we’re right here.”
Kayla considered it, biting her lip. The cabins were at the edge of the property, far enough from the main building that it might feel like a small retreat, but still close enough for Shell to feel she was safe.
“Maybe,” she murmured. “I’ll think about it.”
Shell nodded, relief flickering across his face. “That’s all I ask. I just want you safe, Kayla. I can’t lose you.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat, trying to force a smile. “I know.”
He hesitated, clearly wanting to say more but not knowing how. Finally, he just gave her a small nod and stepped back. “I’ll get someone to check on the cabins, make sure they’re cleaned up. You let me know what you decide.”
Kayla just nodded, and Shell lingered a moment longer before leaving the room, closing the door behind him. The silence rushed back, heavier than before.
She leaned back against the bathroom door, her mind a chaotic storm of thoughts. The idea of moving to one of the cabins sounded better than staying in this suffocating room, but it wasn’t the true freedom she craved. Not the sense of escape she was desperate for.
Pulling herself together as much as she could, Kayla walked over to the window, watching the sun crawl higher. Maybe she didn’t need permission. Maybe she just needed to pack a bag, get in her car, and drive. Just for a while. Just to find some air that didn’t feel tainted by memories of Cannon’s touch.
A single tear slipped down her cheek, and she wiped it away angrily. She wouldn’t cry anymore. She couldn’t.
Her thoughts drifted to Delway—Bella, Kelly, the Storm Reapers. There was safety in numbers, but more than that, there was comfort. Understanding. People who wouldn’t judge her for being afraid or broken.
Maybe that was where she needed to be she thought as she reached for her phone on the dresser beside her.
Kayla stared at the phone in her hand, thumb hovering over the screen. Her chest tightened with guilt, but the feeling of being trapped pressed in from every direction, suffocating her. Her dad’s offer to set up one of the guest cabins was thoughtful, but it wasn’t enough. Not when every inch of this place reminded her of Cannon—his hands, his voice, his threat that no one would save her.
She clenched her jaw, fighting the urge to throw the phone across the room. Instead, she scrolled through her contacts and stopped on Bella’s name. If anyone would understand, it was Bella. Kayla tapped the call button and held her breath as it rang.
After the second ring, Bella’s voice came through, sounding warm and familiar.
“Hey, girl! You, okay?”
Kayla hesitated, the lump in her throat thickening. “Hey, Bella. Yeah... I mean, not really.”
The sound of Bella moving around filtered through the phone, probably rearranging herself to sit. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”
Kayla bit her lip, suddenly unsure how to put it into words. “I... I had another nightmare.”
Bella’s voice softened. “The same one?”
“Yeah,” Kayla whispered. “It’s like I can’t get his voice out of my head. I keep seeing his face, feeling his hands. It’s like... it never ends. And being here, in the clubhouse, it just makes it worse.”
Bella sighed, the sound filled with understanding. “I know how that feels. After everything with Tao and Cannon... I still have nightmares too. Sometimes I wake up and swear they’re still right there. But Stryker... he’s been helping me through it. I guess just knowing I’m not alone makes it better.”
Kayla’s hand tightened on the phone. “I’m glad you’ve got him. You deserve that.”
A pause hung between them before Bella spoke again, her tone a little hesitant. “Kay, maybe you should come stay with me and Stryker for a bit. Get out of there. You’re always welcome here, you know that.”
Kayla’s heart squeezed. “You really wouldn’t mind?”
“Of course not,” Bella insisted. “You’ve been through hell, Kayla. I hate thinking of you stuck in that place, reliving everything. Just pack a bag and come. I’ll make sure you’ve got a room, and Stryker won’t mind one bit. He’s always telling me how worried he is about you.”
A soft, almost bitter laugh escaped Kayla’s lips. “Yeah, well, Stinger won’t be thrilled if I just up and leave. Neither will Dad.”
Bella snorted. “Honey, you’ve been taking care of everyone else for too long. Maybe it’s time you took care of yourself. If they don’t get it, screw ’em. You’ve got to do what’s right for you.”
Kayla blinked back tears, grateful for Bella’s blunt honesty. “You’re right. I just... I need to breathe. I need to feel like I’m not suffocating.”
“Then come to Delway. You’ve got family here too. Me, Kelly, the guys—we’ve all got your back. Plus, Justice has been asking about you. I swear that man’s been restless since the last time he saw you.”
The thought of Justice made Kayla’s stomach do a little flip. She didn’t know if she was ready to face him. The last time they’d seen each other was at the bar the night Bella told Stryker about the baby. They’d shared a kiss that she was in no way ready for and freaked the fuck out afterwards. She left the next day and hadn’t been back since. But the idea of being around people who understood—who wouldn’t judge her—was too tempting to ignore.
“Okay,” Kayla whispered, determination building in her chest. “I’ll come. I’ll leave tonight. I’ll just... I’ll figure it out.”
Bella’s relief was palpable through the phone. “Good. Text me when you’re on the road. I’ll make sure Stryker knows to keep his phone on. You’ll be safe here, I promise.”
Kayla managed a small smile. “Thanks, Bella. I really needed to hear that.”
“No problem. You take care of you, okay? I love you.”
“I love you too,” Kayla replied, her voice cracking just a bit. She hung up and stared around her room, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and hope.
Kayla spent the rest of the day pacing the room. Only going out if she really needed or had too. Just to keep up appearances. Mentally she ran through what she’d need. She didn’t want to take too much—just enough to last her a week or so. Clothes, toiletries, her favorite leather jacket, the one her dad gave her when she first learned to ride.
By time the sky was starting to turn dark, she decided if she was going to be driving through the night that she should probably try to get some sleep. Setting the alarm to wake her up for midnight, she laid in bed for another hour before falling into a restless sleep.
Her alarm woke her from a dream at midnight. Luckly, it wasn’t as bad as the other dreams. So, she didn’t wake up screaming. Getting out of bed, she made her way to the bathroom to take a shower.
As the night deepened, and the clubhouse grew quieter, the rowdy voices downstairs tapering off as most of the guys crashed or left to party elsewhere. She could hear her dad’s muffled voice down the hall, probably talking with Stinger. She couldn’t face them right now—couldn’t risk them convincing her to stay.
Her duffel bag lay open on the bed, half-packed. She stuffed in a few more clothes, her old combat boots, and a photo of her, her dad, and Stinger from the Renegades’ last cookout before shit had gone to hell. The knot in her chest tightened as she looked at it, but she forced herself to keep going.
She slipped her phone into her pocket and quietly pushed the window open. A breeze filtered in, cooling her flushed face. Kayla glanced over her shoulder one more time, making sure the hallway was still quiet. Then, carefully, she tossed the bag out the window, listening for the dull thud as it hit the ground.
Her heartbeat was loud in her ears, every creak and groan of the floorboards making her freeze. When she was sure no one had heard, she slipped out, sliding through the shadows of the clubhouse exterior. Her car was parked just a little ways down the lot, tucked in the corner where no one paid much attention.
Kayla retrieved her bag, throwing it into the backseat as quietly as possible. She glanced back at the looming structure of the clubhouse, the building that had once felt like home but now felt more like a prison. She loved her dad—loved her brother—but right now, she needed to be somewhere else.
Sliding into the driver’s seat, she started the engine and bit her lip when the old car let out a small, sputtering groan before settling into a low purr. With one last look at the dark windows, she entered the code for the gate and pulled out of the lot, keeping her headlights off until she hit the main road.
As she drove, a sense of liberation washed over her, mingling with guilt. She knew her dad and brother would worry, but she’d call once she was safely at Bella’s. Right now, she needed this. She needed to find herself again—away from the ghosts that lingered in every corner of the Renegades’ compound.
The highway stretched out before her, empty and quiet under the moonlight. The further she got from the clubhouse, the easier it became to breathe. The knot in her stomach began to loosen, and for the first time in months, she allowed herself to hope that maybe—just maybe—things could get better.
With the windows cracked open, the night air washing over her face, Kayla kept driving toward Delway, where safety and friendship waited. And maybe, just a little bit of freedom too.

Chapter 3

Justice

Morning light streamed through the half-open blinds, slicing through the dusty air of the clubhouse. Justice sat at a table, a cup of black coffee in one hand, phone in the other. He scanned the latest intel from Techy, trying to piece together the fragmented reports from the border of their territory.
The text on his phone was short, just a blip about a group of men spotted on the south end. Not enough to get worried about yet, but enough to keep on his radar. Justice set the phone down, scrubbing a hand over his face. Sleep hadn’t come easy the night before—or any night since the shitstorm with Tao Meng and his crew.
“Morning, VP,” Bruiser grunted as he entered the room, tossing a crumpled newspaper onto the desk. “You see this?”
Justice raised an eyebrow and flicked the paper open. The headline blared: GANG ACTIVITY ON THE RISE IN DELWAY—LOCAL BUSINESSES CONCERNED.
He skimmed the article, his jaw tightening. “They think we’re the problem?”
Bruiser snorted. “Locals always think we’re the problem. Never mind the assholes actually causing trouble. Demon wants us to check it out later, make sure none of our boys were involved.”
Justice nodded, rubbing his temples. “Yeah. I’ll take a few of the guys. Better to put that shit to bed before it festers.”
Bruiser sat across from him, kicking his boots up on the corner of the table. “You good, man? You’ve been wound tight lately.”
Justice shot him a look. “Just keeping things running. Tao may have disappeared after what happened at the Celtic Renegades MC clubhouse, but that doesn’t mean we’re clear. We need eyes on every corner.”
Bruiser gave a slow nod. “Yeah, I get it. But you’ve been running on fumes since that night. When’s the last time you actually took a break?”
Justice didn’t answer, just turned back to the stack of paperwork in front of him that needed to be gone over with Demon. Membership renewals, requests for new patches, a list of repairs needed on the compound. Busywork. Routine.
“I’ll take Stryker and Jax out to the south end. Make sure nothing’s brewing. You keep things in line here,” Justice said, deflecting.
Bruiser didn’t press, just gave a lazy salute. “You’re the VP.”
Hours passed in a blur of tasks, but no matter how much Justice buried himself in work, the gnawing feeling of unease never left him. He couldn’t pinpoint it—maybe just the aftermath of months of tension and violence, or maybe it was something else.
He went to the gym, punching the heavy bag until his knuckles throbbed and his breathing came in ragged gasps. Each hit felt good, a way to drown out the nagging thoughts in his head.
But his mind kept drifting back to that day—bodies dropping, shots firing, not knowing who friend or foe was. Then there had been Kayla. The quiet, broken way Kayla had looked at him when it was all over. He couldn’t forget it. Couldn’t stop worrying about her.
He’d checked in with Bella a few times, just to hear that Kayla was doing okay, but it wasn’t enough. He hated himself for not checking in more, for not going up to Georgia the few times Demon sent a few of the brothers there to help out, when he knew she needed someone. But he wasn’t sure if she wanted him there. Not after the way she’d bolted from Delway like a bat out of hell.
A low growl rumbled from his chest, and he hit the bag harder, picturing Tao Meng’s face. They hadn’t found that bastard yet, and until they did, none of them were safe.
Bruiser walked in, one brow raised. “You gonna tear that thing off the chain, or just scare the prospects shitless with your psycho routine?”
Justice exhaled slowly, unclenching his fists. “Just needed to clear my head.”
Bruiser leaned against the wall, crossing his arms. “You’ve been chewing on something for a while. You gonna talk about it, or just keep beating up inanimate objects?”
Justice wiped the sweat from his forehead with his shirt. “It’s just... I don’t know, man. I keep thinking about Kayla. How she’s doing. She didn’t come back after the bar incident. I thought she’d be around more, but... nothing.”
Bruiser ’s expression softened. “Yeah, well... maybe she’s figuring out her own shit. You know how stubborn women are. If she needs time, she’ll take it.”
“Or run from it,” Justice muttered.
Later that afternoon, Justice was sitting at the bar, nursing a cold beer when his phone buzzed. He glanced down to see a message from Bella.
“Heads up—Kayla’s coming to stay with me and Stryker. Just thought you should know.”
Justice stared at the screen, his mind racing. Why now? Why had she decided to come back? He didn’t know whether to be relieved or on edge. He’d missed her more than he’d let himself admit, but he also knew pushing too hard would just send her running again.
He slid his phone into his pocket and drained the beer, trying to steady his thoughts. Bruiser sauntered over, catching the look on his face.
“What’s up?”
“Kayla’s coming back,” Justice said simply.
Bruiser’s grin was immediate. “Oh, so that’s why you’ve been moody as hell. You got it bad, huh?”
Justice shot him a glare. “It’s not like that.”
“Bullshit. You’ve been mopey since the night she split. You think I don’t notice? Everybody notices.”
Justice gritted his teeth. “She kissed me, then ran off to Georgia the next morning. What the hell am I supposed to think?”
Bruiser shrugged. “Maybe that she’s been through a lot and doesn’t know how to handle someone giving a damn about her. You’re not exactly subtle, bro.”
Justice didn’t bother arguing. Instead, he just nodded, staring at the row of whiskey bottles behind the bar. “Guess I’ll find out soon enough.”
Justice leaned back against the bar, letting his mind wander back to that night. The bar had been buzzing—good music, good drinks, and Stryker practically glowing after Bella announced she was pregnant. Everyone had been celebrating, and Kayla... she’d looked like a goddamn angel in those tight jeans and that leather jacket.
He hadn’t planned on kissing her. Hell, he’d barely planned on talking to her. But when she’d smiled—really smiled, with that light in her eyes—he couldn’t help himself. He’d cornered her by the jukebox, one hand braced against the wall, the other gently touching her cheek.
She’d frozen for a second, eyes widening, and he’d almost pulled back—almost. But then her hands had found his shirt, tugging him closer, and their lips had crashed together like a storm. It was messy, hot, and desperate.
But as fast as it started, it ended. Kayla had pulled away, panic etched on her face, mumbling something about needing space. The next morning, she was gone. Back to Georgia.
Justice cursed under his breath, wondering if he’d scared her off. He hadn’t meant to, but he couldn’t ignore the pull between them. Now she was coming back, and he’d be damned if he didn’t figure out a way to fix things.
His hands tightened into fists, resolve hardening. This time, he wasn’t letting her slip away again.

Well, it's official. Storm Reapers MC book 3 is coming out soon. It's been almost 5 years since book 2 has come out and everyone has been asking where and when will book 3 come. Things in my life has been rough, and I'd lost that motivation that drove me after my younger brother died. But lately, I've been getting back into the grove of things and starting to write again.

I have a few books in the works right now. But in the last few months, this series has been getting a lot of traction. So, I said to myself, maybe I should start with finishing the 3rd book to this series.

I'm hoping to have this book finished in the next 2 to 3 weeks. I thought about writing book 3 about Storm Reapers President "Demon" but decided to go with the Vice President "Justice" instead.

I'm pairing him with Kayla from book 2. If you remember, she was Bella's friend from the Celtic Renegades clubhouse, Bella and Kelly saved. This story will be a little different from the others.

I will be introducing some characters from the Celtic Renegades MC in this book because they will eventually have their own series and will be making appearances throughout the Storm Reapers MC because they are now allies.

I will not be going into as many graphic details into the trauma that Kayla had to endure with Cannon as President. There will be small details and hints but nothing too graphic like in book 1.

Another big change with this book is that it will have a few chapters told from Justice's POV but will mainly be told from Kayla's POV. Eventually, I'll be writing them all from the woman's POV maybe starting with books 4 or 5.

I will be updating books 1 and 2 with edited versions soon too. I read every comment my readers leave, even though many authors say you shouldn't, but I do.

While there is nothing, I can do about the graphic assault scenes in book 1 without rewriting the entire book, I will be going through and fixing Grammer, typos, and misspelled words.

This will be my next big project after finishing this book. So, keep an eye out for Sorm Reapers book 3. I will be adding the first few chapters in a post to give you an idea of what's to come. I hope you enjoy it.

Haven't posted anything new in a while but I'm working on a new Female Motorcycle Club book series. I'll be posting the first few chapters. It's a rough draft right now since I'm still in the writing phase. I'm still working on the road names for the girls, so their names might change in the final draft of the book. The book's called "The Valkyrie’s Mission: Valkyrie Vixen's MC Book 1". It's up on Amazon for Pre-Order now. Here's the first two chapters. I hope you enjoy them. Chapter 2 and Chapter 3 will be posted soon. The Valkyrie's Mission: Valkyrie Vixen's MC Book 1
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Prologue
The steady rumble of motorcycles reverberated through the Iron Wolves’ clubhouse like a storm ready to break. I sat in the corner, my knees drawn up to my chest, listening to the heated voices of my father and his officers. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, like the calm before a storm.
"Steel Reapers are sniffin’ around our territory again," my father growled, his voice rough like gravel. He slammed his fist on the table, making the beer bottles rattle. "They’ve been moving into more of our territory, and I don’t like it."
My eyes flicked to my best friend, Lila, who leaned casually against the bar. But I knew her too well. Despite the facade of calm, Lila's fingers tapped an anxious rhythm on her jeans.
"They’re probably just bluffing, boss," one of the officers said, but even he didn’t sound convinced.
I wanted to believe it too, but the pit in my stomach told me otherwise. The Steel Reapers were vicious, unpredictable, and willing to cross any line. For weeks, rumors of their growing interest in human trafficking had circulated, but no one dared confirm it.
“Skye, come on,” Lila whispered, grabbing my hand. “Let’s get out of here. This is club business.”
Normally, I would argue—my dad’s rules didn’t extend to my curiosity about the MC world. But tonight, the weight in the air made me uneasy.
The we roared down the empty stretch of highway on our bikes, the wind tearing at our hair. Lila laughed as she overtook me, throwing a playful glance over her shoulder. For a moment, I felt free—like the club, my father, the tension—none of it could touch me.
But that freedom was fleeting.
The headlights came out of nowhere, blinding and fast. A black van screeched to a halt in front of us, and bikes blocked us in from behind cutting off our escape. I barely had time to fully stop before rough hands yanked me off my bike.
“Run, Lila!” I screamed, thrashing as a man in a Steel Reapers vest grabbed me by the arm. But Lila didn’t get far. She was tackled to the ground, her cries muffled by the chaos.
We were outnumbered and overpowered. The last thing I saw before a bag was yanked over my head was the Reapers insignia sewn onto the back of the vest of one of our captor—a leering skull surrounded by chains.
***
The room stank of mildew and despair. My wrists burned where the ropes had rubbed them raw. Beside me, Lila trembled, her face pale in the dim light of their prison.
“They’re not gonna kill us,” Lila whispered, her voice shaky. “Right? They just want ransom or something.”
I wanted to believe her, but the look in our captors’ eyes earlier told a different story. These men didn’t just want money.
Time blurred as we waited our fate. The Reapers taunted us, circling like vultures. Every door slam made us flinch. Every leering laugh made my rage burn hotter.
I tried to focus on the sound of engines in the distance, clinging to the hope that my father’s club would come for us.
The door to the dark room slammed open, making me flinch. Lila’s fingers dug into my arm, trembling as the harsh light from the hallway flooded in.
“Get up,” one of the Reapers barked, his voice cold and cruel. He was tall, his face a permanent scowl, and his patch—a skull wrapped in chains—gleamed in the light.
Neither of us moved fast enough. Another man stormed in, yanking Lila up by her arm so hard she yelped. I lunged at him, but a fist to my gut sent me crashing back against the wall.
“Skye!” Lila screamed, her voice cracking.
“I’m fine,” I gasped, clutching my stomach as I struggled to stand.
“Both of you, move,” the first man growled, motioning toward the door with his gun.
We stumbled down the narrow hall, the air thick with gasoline and sweat. My mind raced. They were moving us. That could only mean one thing—they were taking us somewhere worse.
I glanced at Lila, her pale face streaked with tears. I wanted to tell her it would be okay, but I couldn’t lie to her. Not now.
The warehouse parking lot was a hive of activity. Bikes roared to life, their engines drowning out the murmurs of the men. A black van sat idling near the gate, its back doors open. My heart sank.
“That one,” the man in charge said, pointing to the van.
“Please,” Lila begged, her voice small. “Don’t do this.”
“Shut her up,” someone snapped, shoving her forward.
I grabbed her arm, pulling her close. “Stay with me,” I whispered, though I had no idea how I’d keep that promise.
They pushed us toward the van, but before we reached it, a sound cut through the air—a low, familiar rumble. My heart skipped a beat.
Motorcycles.
The Reapers froze, their heads snapping toward the sound.
Then the first gunshot rang out.
Chaos erupted.
The Iron Wolves burst through the gate, a thunderstorm of roaring engines and gunfire. Men shouted, ducking for cover as bullets tore through the night.
“Get them in the van!” someone yelled.
A hand grabbed my arm, yanking me toward the vehicle. I fought back, kicking and clawing, but he was too strong.
“Let me go!” I screamed, twisting in his grip.
Lila was ahead of me, being dragged toward the open doors. Her wide eyes met mine, filled with terror.
“Skye!” she cried, reaching out for me.
“I’m coming!” I shouted, adrenaline surging as I tried to break free.
Gunfire cracked around us, the sound deafening. One of the Reapers carrying Lila dropped her, clutching his side as blood spread across his shirt. She scrambled to her feet, but another man grabbed her before she could run.
I was thrown to the ground, my knees scraping against the gravel. The world spun as I struggled to get up, but when I looked up, the van doors were slamming shut.
“No!” I screamed, sprinting after it as the tires screeched and the van sped toward the gate.
Bullets ricocheted off the metal frame, but it didn’t stop. I ran as fast as I could, my legs burning, my lungs on fire.
“Lila!”
She was inside, pounding on the back window, her face a blur through the tinted glass.
I didn’t stop running, even as the van gained distance. My feet hit the ground hard, gravel tearing at my boots. My heart felt like it might burst, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t lose her.
Then the explosion happened.
The Reapers set off something—a makeshift barricade that sent flames and debris flying. The force of the blast knocked me off my feet, the heat searing my skin as I hit the ground hard.
Pain shot through my shoulder, and I cried out, clutching it as the world blurred around me. My ears rang, drowning out the gunfire and shouting.
I tried to get up, but my body wouldn’t cooperate. The van was gone, its taillights fading into the night. And with it, Lila.
“Lila,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face. “I’m sorry…”
The next thing I knew, rough hands were on me, turning me over.
“Skye!” a voice shouted, frantic. It was one of my dad’s men—Mack, the club’s Sergeant-at-Arms. His face was bloodied, his expression desperate.
“She’s hurt!” he called out, waving another man over.
“I’m fine,” I lied, trying to push myself up. Pain flared through my shoulder, and I cried out.
“You’re not fine,” Mack said firmly, his voice softer now. “We’ve got you. You’re safe.”
Safe. The word felt hollow. How could I be safe when Lila wasn’t?
They carried me back toward the bikes, the firefight still raging behind us. My father’s men were relentless, but the Reapers were slipping away, retreating into the shadows like the cowards they were.
As they loaded me onto the back of Mack’s bike, I looked back one last time, my vision blurred by tears and smoke.
I’d survived. Barely.
But Lila was gone.
And something inside me broke that night. Something I knew I’d never get back.
***
The clubhouse was quieter than I expected when Mack carried me inside. The usual chaos—laughter, music, the clink of bottles—was absent, replaced by a heavy, suffocating tension. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, some filled with pity, others with guilt. I hated them all in that moment.
The VP, Lila’s father, Dean, stood near the bar. His rugged face, weathered by years of the MC life, was drawn tight with worry. His usually sharp blue eyes were dulled, rimmed red like he hadn’t slept in days. When he saw me, his body stiffened, and he pushed off the bar, his boots pounding the floor as he stormed toward me.
Mack barely had time to set me on the worn leather couch before Dean grabbed my arm.
“Where’s Lila?” he demanded, his voice rough and desperate. “Where’s my daughter?”
I flinched at his grip, the pain in my shoulder flaring. “I—I tried,” I stammered, the lump in my throat threatening to choke me. “They took her. I couldn’t stop them.”
“Bullshit!” Dean roared, his face inches from mine. “You were with her! You’re supposed to look out for each other! How could you let them take her?”
“Dean, enough!” my father’s voice boomed from the doorway. He stepped in, his face hard as stone. “This isn’t on her.”
“Like hell it isn’t!” Dean shot back, his grip tightening before Mack pulled him away from me. “She came back, and my little girl didn’t. I want answers!”
I curled into myself on the couch, my body trembling as the weight of his words crushed me. He was right. I had come back, and Lila hadn’t.
“She chased the van,” Mack interjected, his voice calm but firm. “Nearly got herself killed trying to stop them. She did everything she could, Dean.”
Dean’s chest heaved as he looked at me again, the anger in his eyes giving way to something deeper—grief. He ran a hand through his graying hair and turned away, pacing like a caged animal.
“Where’s Jamie?” Dean asked suddenly, his voice quieter but no less sharp.
Jamie, Lila’s older brother and a club prospect, appeared from the hallway, his face pale and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He was three years older than us but looked like a kid in that moment, his usual cocky demeanor nowhere to be found.
“Dad,” he said, his voice cracking.
Dean pointed a finger at him. “You were supposed to have her back too. You knew the Reapers were sniffing around, and you let them take her!”
Jamie flinched but didn’t argue. “I wasn’t there when it happened,” he said quietly. “I was scouting with the others like you told me to.”
“Scouting,” Dean repeated bitterly, shaking his head. “While my daughter was being taken, you were off playing soldier.”
“That’s enough,” my dad said, stepping between them. His tone left no room for argument. “You think we don’t all feel the weight of this? You think Skye doesn’t?”
Dean glared at him but didn’t respond. Instead, he turned back to me, his eyes searching mine. “You saw her, didn’t you?”
I nodded, my throat too tight to speak.
“Was she…” He hesitated, swallowing hard. “Was she okay?”
Tears blurred my vision as I thought of Lila’s face, pale and terrified, as the van pulled away. “She was scared,” I whispered. “But she was alive.”
Dean’s shoulders sagged, and for the first time, he looked small, defeated. He nodded, his jaw clenched as he turned away from me.
Jamie approached me cautiously, his brown eyes filled with guilt. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, sitting on the edge of the couch. “If I’d been there, maybe—”
“Don’t,” I said sharply, cutting him off. “It wouldn’t have made a difference.”
He nodded, staring down at his hands. “We’ll find her,” he said, more to himself than to me. “We have to.”
I didn’t respond. I wanted to believe him, wanted to hold onto the hope that Lila was out there somewhere, waiting for us to rescue her. But the weight of what had happened was too heavy, the guilt too consuming.
Jamie stayed by my side as Dean retreated to the corner of the room, his head in his hands. My father stood silently, his face unreadable.
The Iron Wolves were supposed to protect their own. But tonight, we had failed.
I sat in my father’s office days later, my body bandaged but my soul shattered.
“They took her from us,” he spat, his fists clenched. “And we’ll get her back and we’ll make them pay.”
My father paced the office, his boots scuffing the floor with each heavy step. His rage was palpable, but I was too angry to care.
“This is on you!” I snapped, my voice trembling with fury and grief. “You and your damned club! You didn’t protect us!”
Dad froze mid-step, his eyes locking onto mine. They were cold and hard, like steel, but I didn’t back down. Not this time.
“Don’t you dare,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t you put this on me, Skye. I did everything I could—”
“Everything you could?” I cut him off, my voice rising. “You knew the Reapers were a threat! You knew they were waiting for an opportunity, and you did nothing! You let us walk right into their trap!”
His face twisted in anger, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. “You think I wanted this? You think I don’t blame myself every damn second for what happened to you? To Lila?”
“Don’t you say her name!” I screamed, my vision blurring with tears. “You didn’t save her! You didn’t save me! You’re supposed to protect us, but all this club does is destroy everything it touches!”
The words were out before I could stop them, but I meant every one.
Dad’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he was going to yell back. Instead, he just shook his head, his shoulders sagging like the weight of the world had finally broken him.
“You don’t understand,” he said quietly. “This life... it’s all I’ve ever known. It’s all I can give you.”
“I don’t want it,” I spat. “I don’t want your club. I don’t want this life. I want out.”
The room fell silent. His expression hardened again, a wall slamming down between us.
“Out?” he repeated, his voice cold. “There is no out, Skye. You’re my daughter. You’re Iron Wolves, whether you like it or not.”
“Watch me,” I said, my voice trembling but resolute.
The days that followed were a blur. I barely ate, barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lila’s face, heard her screams. The guilt was suffocating, and the anger burned hotter with each passing moment.
I started pushing everyone away. I picked fights with the club members, lashed out at anyone who tried to talk to me. I didn’t care anymore. About the club, about my dad, about anything.
The bottle became my escape. Whiskey burned going down, but it numbed the ache in my chest. I spent most nights at the bar, drinking until the world blurred and the pain dulled.
“You’re spiraling, Skye,” my dad said one night, his voice weary. “You think this is what Lila would’ve wanted for you?”
His words were a slap to the face. “Don’t you dare talk about what Lila would’ve wanted,” I snarled, slamming my glass down on the counter. “You didn’t know her like I did.”
“I know she wouldn’t want you to destroy yourself.”
I laughed bitterly, the sound hollow. “What does it matter? She’s gone. And it’s your fault.”
His face fell, and for a brief moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something—pain, maybe regret. But it wasn’t enough to make me stay.
That night, I packed a bag. Just the essentials—a change of clothes, some cash, my knife. My heart pounded as I crept through the clubhouse, past the sleeping members and the dim glow of the bar lights.
I paused outside my dad’s office, the door slightly ajar. He was slumped over his desk, an empty bottle of whiskey by his hand. For a fleeting moment, guilt tugged at my chest. But I shoved it aside.
This wasn’t my home anymore.
I slipped outside, the cool night air biting at my skin. My bike waited for me, its familiar weight beneath me as I climbed on.
I didn’t look back as I sped down the road, the wind whipping away the tears that streaked my face.
The Iron Wolves were my past, but I was done living in their shadow. I didn’t know where I was going, but I knew one thing for certain.
I’d never feel powerless again.
And someday, the Steel Reapers would pay.
Chapter 1
Ten Years Later
Post Falls, Idaho
The low growl of motorcycles echoed down the quiet suburban street, a warning that trouble had arrived for those who deserved it. The Valkyrie Vixens rolled in formation, their bikes gleaming under the dim glow of streetlights. I rode at the front, my eyes fixed on the small, rundown house at the end of the block. The engine beneath me hummed like a loyal beast, steady and powerful, much like the women riding behind me.
Tonight, we were doing what we did best—protecting those who couldn’t protect themselves.
Through my helmet’s visor, I spotted her: the young woman, standing with a hastily packed duffel bag slung over one shoulder, her face pale and bruised. She stood frozen on the porch, clutching a toddler to her chest. Behind her, the door slammed open, and a man stumbled out, drunk and furious.
“You think you can leave me, huh?” he shouted, his voice slurred. “Get your ass back in the house!”
I raised a gloved hand, signaling the Vixens to stop. The rumble of engines died down, leaving the night eerily quiet.
“Skye,” my Vice President, Raven, said from beside me, her voice calm but laced with anticipation. “What’s the call?”
I took a deep breath, the memories of my past flashing in my mind like jagged shards of glass. Women like her—like me, like Lila—deserved better than this.
“We make him regret ever laying a hand on her,” I said, my voice cold and steady.
We dismounted our bikes, boots crunching against the gravel driveway as we approached. The man’s eyes darted to us, his bravado faltering.
“What the hell is this?” he spat, glaring at us.
I stepped forward, removing my helmet. The cool night air brushed against my face as I locked eyes with him. “This is your last warning,” I said, my voice low but deadly. “Leave her and the kid alone, or we’ll make sure you can’t hurt anyone again.”
“Who the hell do you think you are?” he sneered, stepping toward me.
“The Valkyrie Vixens,” Raven said, her voice sharp and mocking. “And you’re about to learn what that means.”
The man’s bravado cracked as the rest of the Vixens closed in. Behind me, the woman clutched her child tighter, her wide eyes darting between us and her abuser.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
I turned to her, my expression softening. “Get to the car,” I said gently. “We’ll take care of him.”
She hesitated for a moment, then nodded, rushing toward a battered sedan parked at the curb. Two of our prospects, Quinn and Ash, followed her to make sure she got away safely.
The man lunged at me, his fists swinging wildly, but I sidestepped with practiced ease.
“Big mistake,” I muttered, slamming my elbow into his ribs.
He stumbled back, clutching his side, but Raven was already there, delivering a swift kick to his knee. He collapsed to the ground with a groan, cursing and spitting.
“Still feel like a tough guy?” Ember, our Enforcer, said, cracking her knuckles.
“Enough,” I said, holding up a hand. The man glared up at me, his face twisted with hate, but he didn’t move.
“Here’s how this works,” I said, crouching down to meet his gaze. “You leave her alone. You leave this town. If I hear even a whisper that you’ve come back, you’ll wish you hadn’t.”
“And if I don’t?” he snarled.
I smiled coldly. “You won’t like what happens next.”
We waited until the woman drove off, the toddler safe in the backseat, before we mounted our bikes and rode away. The adrenaline still buzzed in my veins, but my thoughts were elsewhere.
Back at the clubhouse, the others filed in, grabbing beers and laughing about the look on the guy’s face when he hit the ground. But I couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in my gut.
“Something’s on your mind,” Raven said, leaning against the bar beside me.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “It’s just…we’ve been hearing too many of these stories lately. Women disappearing. Trafficking rings popping up in places they shouldn’t.”
Raven’s smile faded. “You think it’s connected to the Reapers?”
My jaw tightened at the mention of the rival club, the name like a wound that never fully healed. “They’re involved. I know they are. We’ve had a few ride through town before the disappearances started up.”
Ember joined us, her expression grim. “Word on the street is they’re moving product again. Women, kids...the worst kind of scum.”
I slammed my beer down on the bar, the sound echoing through the room. “We’re not letting them do this. Not in our town.”
The room fell silent as I stood, addressing the club. “The Reapers think they can operate in our territory? Think they can take women and kids like they’re property? Not on my watch.”
The Vixens erupted in agreement, their loyalty and determination clear.
“We’re going to find out exactly what they’re up to,” I continued. “And when we do, we’ll make damn sure they never hurt anyone again.”
The fire in their eyes matched my own. This was more than a mission. This was personal.
For Lila. For every woman who’d been hurt.
For every woman we’d save.
I leaned against the bar for a moment, the adrenaline of the night beginning to ebb. The hum of the clubhouse surrounded me—low voices, the clink of bottles, and the murmur of motorcycles being parked outside. The air was thick with pride and purpose; we’d done good tonight. But there was still more to do.
Across the room, Quinn and Ash were standing near the hallway that led to the guest rooms. The young Prospects looked a little nervous, as they always did after their first real mission. They were eager to please, to show they were worthy of wearing the full patch someday.
I pushed off the bar and made my way over to them, my boots heavy against the worn wood floor. Raven trailed just a step behind me, quiet but watchful as always.
“What room did you put them in?” I asked, my voice calm but direct.
Quinn straightened up, her youthful face etched with a mix of pride and lingering tension. “Second door on the left, Prez,” she said, her voice steady. “We made sure they had everything they needed—water, blankets, snacks for the kid.”
“Good,” I said with a small nod. “You both did well tonight.”
Quinn and Ash exchanged a glance, their chests puffing up slightly at the praise. They deserved it.
“Now get some rest,” I added, my tone softening. “Tomorrow’s going to be a busy day.”
“Yes, ma’am,” they said in unison before heading toward the common area, where the rest of the club was unwinding.
Raven and I made our way down the hallway. I could hear the faint murmur of a woman’s voice coming from behind the closed door, soothing and tender. The kid was probably scared out of his mind, but at least he was safe now.
I knocked lightly before opening the door. The woman—her name was Maria—looked up sharply, clutching her son a little tighter. Her eyes softened when she saw us.
“It’s just us,” I said, stepping inside. Raven followed, closing the door behind her.
Maria was sitting on the edge of the bed, her son curled up beside her, already half-asleep. She looked exhausted, her face pale and lined with worry, but there was a flicker of relief in her eyes.
“Are you okay?” I asked, keeping my voice low so I wouldn’t wake the boy.
She nodded hesitantly. “Thank you,” she whispered. “For everything. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t shown up.”
“That’s what we’re here for,” I said gently. “But there’s still more to do to make sure you and your son are safe.”
Maria’s grip on the boy tightened, fear creeping back into her expression. “He won’t stop. He’ll come after us.”
“Not if we make it impossible for him to find you,” Raven said, her tone firm but reassuring.
I pulled up a chair and sat across from her, leaning forward slightly. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” I said. “We’ve got a tech genius on our team—goes by Keys. She’s going to get you new documents: IDs, birth certificates, social security numbers. Everything you need to start fresh. It’ll take a couple of days, but once it’s done, we’ll relocate you somewhere safe.”
Maria’s eyes widened. “Relocate?”
I nodded. “I’ve already reached out to a friend of mine. She’s got a job waiting for you—nothing fancy, but it’s honest work, and it pays enough to get you on your feet. There’s also a place for you to stay, fully furnished, rent-free for the first six months.”
Tears welled up in Maria’s eyes. “Why…why would you do all this for us?”
Raven stepped closer, her arms crossed but her expression softening. “Because no one deserves to live in fear. And because we’ve been where you are. Everyone in this club has been where you are. Some much worse than others. We all know what it’s like to live in fear and not have a way out of it.”
Maria looked between us, her lip trembling. She wiped at her eyes quickly, trying to maintain her composure. “I don’t know how to thank you.”
“You don’t need to,” I said. “Just focus on starting over. And in a few days, I’ll personally escort you to your new home.”
Maria let out a shaky breath, her shoulders relaxing slightly. “I don’t even know where to begin…”
“Begin by resting,” Raven said firmly. “You’ve had a long night, and you need your strength for what’s ahead.”
Maria nodded, pulling the boy closer to her. “Thank you,” she said again, her voice barely above a whisper.
As we left the room, I closed the door quietly behind us. Raven walked beside me, her sharp eyes scanning the hallway as we headed back to the main area.
“She’s lucky you found her,” Raven said after a moment.
“She’s not the only one,” I replied, my mind drifting to the rumors we’d heard about the trafficking ring.
“We wouldn’t know anything if we hadn’t seen her boyfriend talking to one of the Reapers. I want eyes on him. Have Ember send the Prospects to keep an eye on him. I want to know where he is, where he goes, and what he does at all times. I want to be notified if he has any contact with the Reapers. I want everyone to be on the lookout for them. And until we shut down whatever’s going on in this town, she won’t be the last woman we help. I want these disappearances stopped and these women and children brought home.”
Raven nodded, her jaw tightening. “Fucking Reapers.”
The name leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. “But we’ll find out soon enough. And when we do, they’ll regret ever setting foot in our territory.”
Raven smirked, her dark eyes glinting with anticipation. “Damn right, they will.”
We walked back into the clubhouse, the hum of conversation and laughter filling the air. But beneath the camaraderie, I could feel the tension, the unspoken agreement that we were about to head into something big.
And I was ready. For Maria, for her son, for Lila, and for every woman who’d ever felt powerless.
The Valkyrie Vixens didn’t just fight.
We avenged.
The weight of the situation hung over me as I walked back into the main room of the clubhouse. The Prospects were busy cleaning up the mess from earlier, clearing away empty bottles. The rest of the girls were either unwinding or prepping for whatever tomorrow would bring. My mind, however, was still on Maria and her son. And the work—there was always work.
I crossed the room and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the bar, ignoring the glasses and opting to take a long swig straight from the neck. The burn was comforting, grounding me in the moment.
“Don’t drink too much, Prez,” Raven teased from where she was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed.
I smirked at her, raising the bottle slightly in mock salute. “Just enough to keep me sharp.”
She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth lifted in a small smile before she turned back to her conversation with Quinn.
Bottle in hand, I made my way to my office. Pushing open the door, I was greeted by the familiar sight of my desk piled high with paperwork, a whiteboard on the wall covered in schedules, and stacks of inventory reports on the chairs. The room was small but functional, a space where I could handle the business side of the Valkyrie Vixens.
I dropped into my chair with a sigh, setting the whiskey down before pulling a stack of papers toward me. The businesses we ran—our livelihood—required constant attention. The strip club needed a new shipment of alcohol, the tattoo shop had a couple of new artists starting next week and needed their schedules finalized, and the auto shop was running low on parts for custom builds.
Then there was the security firm, which had recently landed a big contract with a local high-end jewelry store. I’d have to ensure we had enough personnel to cover the shifts.
As I worked through the reports, I jotted down notes, adjusted schedules, and flagged a few things to discuss with the girls at our next meeting. The whiskey sat untouched for a while, the sharp scent mingling with the faint smell of leather and motor oil that clung to everything in this place.
Eventually, my eyes grew heavy. The numbers on the pages started to blur together, and my hand slowed over the last report. I leaned back in my chair, stretching out the tension in my shoulders.
My gaze drifted to the corner of my desk, where an old, worn photo sat tucked beneath the edge of a paperweight. I pulled it out, the edges soft from years of handling.
It was a picture of the three of us—me, Lila, and her brother, Jamie. It was taken a month before we were taken. We were sitting on the hood of Jamie’s beat-up truck, parked in the field behind the clubhouse. The sun was setting behind us, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. Lila was laughing, her head thrown back and her wild curls catching the light. Jamie had an arm slung around her shoulders, his grin as cocky as ever, while I sat on the other side, a shy smile tugging at my lips and my eyes glued to Jamie wishing he would hold me like that.
We were seventeen an few months from our eighteenth birthday, carefree, and invincible—or so we thought.
I let the memory wash over me, the sounds of our laughter filling my mind.
“Come on, Skye,” Lila had said, nudging me with her elbow. “What’s your big plan? Don’t tell me you’re just gonna stick around here forever.”
I’d shrugged, picking at the frayed edge of my jeans. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll get out of here someday, see what’s beyond this town.”
“Someday?” Jamie had teased, his grin widening. “That’s not much of a plan, Skye. You’ve gotta think bigger.”
“And what about you?” I’d shot back, raising an eyebrow. “What’s your grand plan, Jamie?”
He’d leaned back, crossing his arms behind his head. “Easy. I’m gonna patch into the club, take over the family business, make it bigger than Dad ever dreamed. Lila here’ll be running the books, and you—” He pointed at me. “You’ll be our wild card. The one who gets us out of trouble when we screw up.”
Lila had rolled her eyes but laughed, swatting him playfully. “Please, like I’d let you run the show. If anything, I’ll be the one in charge.”
We all laughed because we all know she hated anything to do with work.
“I know what we’re going to do.” Lila said as she stood up. Her hands going to her hips. Letting us know that what she was about to say was going to be law and no one was going to change her mind.
Jamie and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes before sitting back to listen. Lila had a way of shocking everyone with her ideas and this time didn’t change either.
“So, this is the future I see for us. Jamie’s going to be patched in and take over the family business. Me and Skye will go off to college. We’re going to get degrees in law so we can come back and keep you all out of jail. Jamie you're going to make Skye here your Old Lady. I’m going to become Jacks Old Lady, and we will have a double wedding here at the clubhouse.”
My jaw drops and my face flushes red. I can’t believe she just said that out loud. I look over at Jamie and see him watching me. I can’t believe she just said that in front of him. I’ve had a secret crush on him for years and she’s just basically outed me.
I shake my head and laugh to play it off. It comes out forced and eventually Jamie changes the subject, and we spend hours that night dreaming up futures that felt so close, we could almost touch them. The world had seemed full of endless possibilities, our lives stretching out ahead of us like the open road.
My thumb brushed over Lila’s face in the photo, and the ache in my chest deepened. Those dreams had died the night she disappeared, torn away by the cruel reality of our world.
I set the photo back on the desk, my jaw tightening.
“I know the Reaper’s is behind this,” I muttered to myself. “And we’re gonna make them pay. For Maria, for Lila, for everyone they’ve hurt.”
With a deep breath, I stood and grabbed the whiskey bottle. There was no room for sentimentality right now. I had a club to run, and a mission to see through.
I took one last look at the photo before tucking it back under the paperweight. “Someday I’ll make them pay,” I whispered, echoing my younger self’s words. “But not yet.”
And with that, I turned off the light and left the office, the fire in my chest burning brighter than ever.
The clubhouse was quiet as I made my way upstairs to my room. Most of the girls had turned in for the night, and the Prospects were probably still downstairs finishing the cleanup. The weight of the day pressed down on me, heavier than usual. The photo of Lila lingered in my mind, her laugh echoing in the corners of my thoughts.
I pushed open the door to my room and set the whiskey bottle on the bedside table before collapsing onto the bed. The familiar scent of leather and lavender filled the air—a small comfort in a world that never truly allowed for peace. I kicked off my boots and pulled the worn quilt over me, letting my head sink into the pillow.
The exhaustion should’ve knocked me out instantly, but sleep came slowly. My mind fought to keep itself busy, replaying every detail of the night, the faces of Maria and her son, the quiet strength in her eyes as she held her little boy close. The thought of Lila crept in again, unbidden and relentless.
Eventually, I drifted off, and the darkness pulled me under.
The dream started the same way it always did—Lila’s laughter, bright and carefree, echoing around me. We were back on the hood of Jamie's truck, the golden glow of the setting sun warming our faces. But then the scene shifted, twisting into something colder, darker.
The truck disappeared, replaced by the dirty, dimly lit room where they’d kept us. Lila’s laughter turned into muffled cries, her voice strained with fear. I could feel the rope biting into my wrists, the metallic tang of blood and sweat in the air.
saw the Steel Reapers, their sneering faces as they towered over us, the sound of their boots on the concrete floor sending chills down my spine.
“Stay quiet,” Lila whispered, her voice trembling. She squeezed my hand, her fingers clammy and shaking. “They’ll leave us alone if we just stay quiet.”
But they didn’t.
The dream jumped forward, like it always did, to the chaos of the gunfire. The dragging us towards the van, the Reapers shouting and scrambling, and the deafening roar of my father’s men storming in.
“Skye, run!” Lila’s voice cut through the noise, panic lacing every word.
I tried to grab her hand, but they were dragging her away, shoving her into a black van as I screamed her name. My legs burned as I ran after them, the sharp gravel crunching under my boots. The van sped off, and I chased it, my breath ragged, tears streaming down my face.
Then came the pain—the searing, white-hot agony as something struck me. I fell to the ground, my body crumpling in the dirt as the world blurred around me.
My father’s men surrounded me, their faces grim and defeated. But Lila was gone, and I was left with nothing but the sound of my own sobs echoing in the night.
I shot up in bed, gasping for air as the dream tore me from sleep. My heart pounded against my ribs, the sweat on my skin cold and sticky. My breath came in short, uneven bursts, and I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to calm the storm inside me.
The room was dark, but the faint glow of the moon spilled through the window, casting long shadows on the walls. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet touching the cool floor as I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees.
The memory of the dream lingered, vivid and raw, refusing to fade. My hands shook as I reached for the whiskey bottle on the nightstand, taking a long swig to steady myself.
I didn’t cry. I hadn’t in years. But the ache in my chest was as sharp as ever, a constant reminder of what I’d lost and what I’d vowed never to lose again.
Somewhere out there, another woman was living her own nightmare, and it was my job to make sure she didn’t have to endure what I did. What we’ve all endured at some point in our lives.
I set the bottle down and stood, brushing the sweat-soaked hair from my face. Morning wasn’t far off. The past could haunt me all it wanted, but it wouldn’t stop me.
Not now. Not ever.
Chapter 2 will be in another post since I can't add but so many words at a time. So, check out the next for the next Chapter.

Chapter 2

Groaning, I bury my face into my pillow. I’m warm and the covers feel like silk on my skin. As I roll over, I notice that I’ve gone to sleep in my jeans and tank-top. Which means I didn’t shower before going to bed last night. Which is funny because I don’t even remember going to bed at all.

Opening my eyes takes great effort. They feel like they’ve been glued shut. After fighting to get them open I close them back as soon as a bright light hits me. Funny I don’t remember it ever being this bright in my room. Even with the curtains open. I open my eyes a little at a time so they can adjust to the light and get my first look around and the tidal wave of memories and emotions hit me all at once.

No

No

No no no...... This isn’t happening. No. They can’t take me. I promised dad. I promised him I would stay away from the aliens and not leave him. I didn’t want to be like the unlucky ones and never see my family and friends again. I had a life. A job. A boyfriend.

I couldn’t and wouldn’t become a bride to an alien. No, I can’t. I won’t be a bride to one of these freaks. I flinch at my inner monolog. Remembering the stories my dad told me when I was younger after mom was taken. Then again, a few years ago after my friend Carley was taken.

“Listen, Cassie, the Government has decided that we should cater to these aliens. They made promises to our government with shiny new toys and now our government is sending out women to cater to the bastard's needs. These things, they are freaks of nature. Unnatural and I need you to promise to stay away from them. You can always tell who they are by their height and the color of their eyes. Whenever you see these people you turn tail and run as fast and as far as you can.”

“These freaks may look like us, talk like us, but they aren’t us. They aren’t human like me and you.” I remember staring wide-eyed and nodding along. Trying to wrap my ten-year-old mind around the fact that there were really monsters outside. That, these same monsters had taken my mother from me and that’s the reason she’s never come back to us.

Sucking in a deep breath I slowly climbed out of the bed. The room is small and all white. There’s not much in the room in the way of personal items. Nothing that will tell me where I’m at or how I can getaway. Everything is all lines and sharp edges.

There are no windows to look out of. There’s a cot and a desk in the corner to the left. To the right of that, there is a dresser type thing and a bookshelf with books that I can’t read the names of. There are three doors. Two on one side of the room and one on the other side.

I walk towards the two doors first because Let’s face it. I’ve been asleep for who knows how long and I really have to pee. Picking the door on the right, I walk up to it and the door automatically opens. It’s dark but as soon as I step forward a bright light comes on and I find myself standing in the middle of a closet. Not just any closet but every woman’s dream closet.

There are dresses, shoes, jewelry, coats and any other thing you can think of having in here. I start to get disappointed because there seems to be no t-shirts or pants in the whole room. Walking over to another dresser I touch it and it opens to reveal exactly what was missing. Pants, bra’s, panties, shirts, and socks are found here. I’m not sure who’s clothes these are but with everything in this room, I’m sure they won’t miss the clothes I get to change into.

Walking out of the amazing closet I turn to the other door and walk-in when the door slides open. This is the bathroom I’ve been searching for and it’s almost as big as the closet. Looking around the room I catalog everything in sight. There’s a huge waterfall type shower, a sunk-in tub that I’d love to try, two sinks, and then there is the toilet or what looks like the toilet and it has its own little room. Needing to pee, I lay my stolen clothes on the counter and head into that little room.

It takes me a few minutes to figure it out but I eventually do. I jump about ten feet off the toilet when the thing spits water at my ass when I finished peeing. I move back a little to look at where it’s coming from when another squirt of water shoots up and catches me in the face. Wiping my face with the end of my shirt I pray to god that it was clean water. I’m still looking for toilet paper when the water stops and a blast of heat hits my ass a few seconds later.

Thinking this would be really fucked up if this was their version of cleaning themselves after. I start to get uncomfortable as the heat seems to get hotter. So hot that it feels as if my ass is on fire. Jumping up and away from the toilet I can’t help but rub my ass to ease some of the sting away. Putting my hair up I walk over to the shower to see how complicated it would be.

Turns out, it wasn’t as complicated as I first thought. All I had to do was stand under the showerhead. Removing my clothes, I took the longest shower I could. After getting dressed, I made my way to the door I hadn’t tried yet. I expected it to open automatically like the others but this one stayed shut.

I was just about to start beating on the door when it finally opens making me pitch forward. Arms flying and a shriek leaves my mouth as I start to fall. A set of muscular arms catch me before my face can meet the floor. I cling to the arm until I’m placed on my feet. Stumbling back, I look up only to be greeted with the same glowing Aquamarine eyes of the man who kidnapped me.

With the light brighter here, I can see him better than I could when he took me from my home. Midnight black hair frames high cheekbones. A slightly crookened nose that looked like it had been broken more than once. His eyes had that deceptively innocent look to them again. He was taller than I thought and looked to be in his early to mid-twenties.

Chapter 1

I’ve always loved stormy nights. There was a calm that settled over me as I sat and listened to the rain falling on the roof. Reading and drinking hot chocolate while I curled up on the sofa to pass the time. For just a little while it would keep my mind off the terror that lays just outside the safety of my door.

A knock at the door brings me out of the world of sexy shifters protecting damsels in distress and I felt a slight tremor run through me. Shutting my book, I stand and silently make my way to the door. Dad’s still at work and won’t be home for a few more hours. So, I know it’s not him on the other side of the door. Plus, he has a key and wouldn’t need to knock.

Picking up the bat by the door, I almost jump out of my skin as the knock comes again. This time it’s longer and louder than the previous and the hair stands up on the back of my neck. Looking through the peephole is a waste of time. The rain has darkened the sky and all I see is the outline of someone standing on the porch.

Unlocking the door, I open it just enough to see through. My foot stopping the door from opening any farther just in case. The bat lays just behind the door. Easy to grab if I need to defend myself. “Excuse me, sorry to bother you, but my car broke down about a mile up the road, and I seem to have misplaced my phone. I was wondering if I could use your phone to call a tow truck?”

The man’s polite tone has me softening and relaxing my posture letting my guard down. “Of course.” Moving my foot, I step back and let him into the house. Closing the door, I turn to see him standing just a few feet away from me. He walked in with his head down and kept the hood of his hoodie still pulled over his head.

This has my defenses going up again. Warning bells start going off and I inch closer to the bat beside the door. “What’s your name, sir?”

“Craven.” Finally looking up, I’m met with a pair of glowing Aquamarine eyes. Gasping, I stumble back almost falling on my ass. Scared out of my mind I pick up the bat readying myself to swing if he comes any closer. I should’ve been screaming and running for my life because I know those eyes aren’t human eyes but I’m so entranced by the color.

Holding the bat in a tight grip, all I can do is stare. “What are you?” Taking a step closer to me he stops when he sees me get into a swinging pose. I played softball in high school. So I easily fall into a hitting pose. He barely glances at the bat. It’s like he’s not even worried about it.

“Shhhh, It’s ok. I’m not here to hurt you. I promise.” His words don’t put me at ease this time. If anything, it put me even more on alert and ready to attack. Craven holds his hands up in the air trying to be seen as non-threatening. Fuck that. I wasn’t falling for that shit again.

My hands start to shake and the death grip I have on the bat has my hands sweating. “Don’t come any closer!” I shout, backing up towards the stairs. I hope he’d leave upon seeing me armed. I know that with the way he’s built my eighteen-year-old body would never have a chance of standing up to him.

“It will be ok. I promise to keep you safe. Just come with me.” Holding his hand out to me his angelic face begs me to believe him. Trying to seem all innocent and non-threatening. I’d have to be an idiot to fall for his innocent act again.

“Safe! Safe! How the fuck would you keep me safe? Your one of those aliens. I’m no safer with you than I’d be walking down the street after dark alone. My eyes are blurring from unshed tears and my breaths are coming in short pants. I’m getting more hysterical by the minute and he’s as cool as a cucumber.

I have no idea how I didn’t realize he was one of those aliens from the start. He’s tall but not as tall as most aliens I’ve seen from afar. This is why I let him get past my defenses so easily. Why I didn’t recognize the threat until it was too late.

I’m taken out of my mini panic when he takes a step closer. I don’t hesitate. Drawing back with the bat I swing putting all my strength into it. I watch in slow motion as it heads for his head but at the last minute, he reaches up and catches it just inches from smacking into his face. I stare wide-eyed not really believing I took a swing at someone with a bat.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” Those words fall flat when I look up into his glowing eyes. I remember who I just tried to hit and why. Then I let go of the bat and run towards the stairs. Feet slipping before I even make it to the first step.

Righting myself I make it to the fifth step before his hand clamps down on my arm in a firm but gentle hold. He starts dragging me towards the door while I’m kicking and screaming for help. When he opens the door there is a black unmarked van sitting in my driveway that wasn’t there before. I double my effort trying to getaway. My frantic gaze swings side to side trying to find help.

Dread starts to sink in as I’m hauled off my feet and put into the back of the van. The door closes and I rush to it trying to get out. But I soon realize there’s no door handle. Frantically, I start beating on the door and screaming. “Please, help me. I don’t want to go. Please, I can’t leave. I can’t leave my dad alone.”

He’ll never survive this. Not after they took my mother all those years ago. I have no idea what’s going to happen. All I know is that after they took her, we never saw her again. It broke his heart and he’s never been the same. Sliding down the side of the van I curl into a ball and cry. Eventually, my crying puts me to sleep and the last thought I have is, “What’s going to be waiting at the end of this ride?”

New book I'm working on.

Description:

Cassie was ten years old when an alien race called The Zail'ud landed on earth. They came bearing gifts of technology and medicines to cure diseases. In return they wanted women to be brides. Brides that would help populate their dying race. The only problem was that they didn't take volunteers to fill the position. The men were gorgeous and could've had any woman they wanted but instead of waiting for the brides to come to them willingly, they went around kidnapping the women they chose. Not caring who they hurt in the process.

Kidnapped from her home Cassie has only one thought Escape. She won't become a bride to an alien. She'd fight tooth and nail to getaway. But the more time she spends with Craven, the closer they become. He has her body heating up in all the right places with a touch that leaves her wanting more.

Her mom was taken from her at a young age and her best friend was taken a few months ago. She has had nothing but heartache since they have shown up. Now, it seems as though she will be meeting the same fate. Can Craven change her mind about his people before his enemies take her away from him? Or will heartache and hatred be the only thing she will ever associate with him and his race?

Each book in the Alien's Bride series can be read as a standalone romance. Every book will have a HEA. This book contains Explicit Sexual scenes and Strong language.

This is Chapter 3 of my new book from the Storm Reaper's MC Series I'm working on. It will be coming out next year. You can find the first book on Amazon now. https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08...

Bella

I'm almost to the door when my gaze lands on a couple of Motorcycles in the parking lot. My heart rate picks up and my hand clutches the strap of my bag. My first instinct is to turn around and head in the other direction. Then I remember that I never told anyone from the club about this place. So, they wouldn't have found me so fast.

My eyes squint as I try to see through the front window. Walking closer I realize the reason I can't see into the diner is that the glass is mirrored glass. So, all I was seeing was the reflection of everything outside. I roll my eyes because really, who puts mirrored glass in diner windows. With a huff, I pull my hood back over my head and push through the door.

When I step through the door my nose is assaulted by many different spices and foods mix together with an undertone of bleach. My stomach growls loudly and my mouth waters just thinking about all the food I smell in the air. Looking around I notice that I've caught the eye of just about everyone in the room. I guess me standing here and smelling the air like an idiot was something that not many people would be doing. My cheeks heat and I duck my head.

Walking towards a table in back I scold myself because I'm supposed to be keeping a low profile. So much for that plan, I'm sure I'll be the talk of the town because it seems as if everyone in the room can't take their eyes off me. Their staring and talking in hushed whispers. Sitting at a table in back, I sit facing the door so I can see everyone who comes in. Laying my bag across the seat next to me I scan the room.

In the far-left corner, my eyes land on a table with four men, a blonde girl, and a little boy. I probably wouldn't have paid much attention to the table but the fact that all four men are wearing kuttes has my eyes glued to the table. I was so caught up in watching the table and trying to see the name on the back of the leather vest, that I didn't realize the waitress had walked up to my table. I almost jump out of my skin when I hear her voice. My hand flies to my chest and I almost fall out of my seat.

Righting myself, I look up to see a woman about in her fifties looking back at me. She gives me an amused smile and says, "Sorry I scared you." I smile back and say, "It's ok. I should pay more attention to my surroundings." She looks over at the table that the bikers are sitting at and looking back to me she says, "Yeah if I was about twenty years younger them boys would be keeping me occupied too."

I couldn't help but laugh along with her. I could tell I was going to like her. Handing me a menu, she says, "Now sugar, what can I get you to drink?" I tell her I'll have a sweet tea and she writes it down on the little pad before telling me she'll be back in a minute. Looking over the menu I decide to get the country fried steak with mashed potatoes and corn-on-the-cob. Bringing my tea, she sits it in front of me and asks if I'm ready to order.

Giving her my order, I hand over my menu and she walks in back taking it to the cook. Looking around to make sure no one is watching I pull my bag in my lap and take out a few twenties. Placing the bag back on the floor I pull out my phone and place it on the table. I want so bad to call my Gran and let them know I'm ok and will be away for a while. The first thing she will ask is why and where I'm going to go.

I don't want to lie to her but telling her the truth is out of the question. Shaking my head, I pick the phone up and put it back in my pocket. I feel eyes on me so I do a quick glance around. My eye collides with a pair of green eyes and my sudden intake of breath has me feeling as if I'm coughing up a lung. Grabbing my tea, I take a sip and lean forward so my hair's hiding my face.

A few minutes later the waitress comes bringing my food and a pitcher of tea to fill my cup back up. Thanking her, I grab a fork and start eating. When I'm about finished the same waitress comes back over and places a slice of apple pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream in front of me. Looking up, I start to tell her I didn't order that but she stops me before the words even leave my mouth. Putting her hand on my shoulder she says, "It's on the house. You look like you could use a little pick me up and apple pie can make everything better in my opinion."

My eyes cloud over and I say, "Thank you." She rubs my shoulder one more time, then turns and walks away. Looking at the apple pie I feel my heart sink because I haven't eaten apple pie in years. It was my mom's favorite pie and it always reminded me of her. I sit there staring at the pie for a few minutes before I finally pick up the fork and cut a piece off.

Closing my eyes, I savor the taste of the flakey crust and tender apples as the flavors burst on my tongue. A moan slip from my mouth and I look around to make sure no one's watching. Gobbling down the rest of the pie, I throw two twenties on the table and grab my bag before heading towards the door. Right before I walk out the door, I look over towards the table with the bikers wanting to get a peek at the green-eyed monster in the leather vest. Big mistake because my eyes connect with his again and I walk straight into someone coming into the door.

It felt like I was hit by a Mack truck. I bounce off whoever I ran into and my duffle bag falls from my shoulder and skids across the floor. My arms fly up grabbing for something to keep me from falling. Just as I'm about to hit the floor a hand reaches out and grab me, pulling me back to my feet. Hands come to my shoulders to steady me and as my eyes travel from his black boots up. My gaze stops before getting to his face as they widen realizing that a biker is holding my arm and I get the sudden urge to run.

My eyes linger for a few seconds longer before looking up into his face. That's when I notice his eyes aren't on me but something behind me. Confused, I swing my head and look behind me only to see the green-eyed biker from the table standing there. Not only is he standing there with my duffle bag but he has one of my bras, two wads of cash and my gun in hand. My bag is slightly opened and he's staring in the bag with pinched eyebrows.

Finished the description for book 2. Let me know what you think?

Bella

The day my father killed my mother was the day I lost everything. I was taken away from the one man who owned every part of me. Twelve years later, I find myself on the run from the VP of the Celtic Renegades MC after watching him murder his father the President of the club. With nowhere to go and no one to help me, I go to the one place and person I can think of that has always meant safety to me.

Joshua

The day she was ripped from my life was the day my world turned upside down. She left with my heart in her hands. The one girl who could bring me to my knees with just a look. I've waited twelve years for her. Just hoping that she would someday find her way back to me. No other woman will ever come close to the beautiful redhead that could outshine a model even on her worst hair day.

After twelve years they meet again. It would've been a joyous reunion if it wasn't for the guns they had pointed at each other's head. People want her dead and she will have to trust that the man before her in his "Storm Reaper's MC" kutte will protect her.

Can he protect the woman he loves? Not only from this other MC club but from a greater threat that resides right in there own backyard. It all started with death and it will end with death. The question is, "Who's death will it end with?"

A full-length novel featuring an HEA. Warning: Violence, Strong language, and Explicit sexual

Christina Chavis This is a rough draft of the chapter. Everything will be edited before publishing.

Chapter 2
Bella

When we were finally able to get on the bus I was elated. It meant that I was one step closer to getting away. Finding a seat in the back I waited for the bus to fill up. We were just shy of leaving when the sound of motorcycles pipes reached my ears. Turning in my seat, I watched as seven motorcycles pulled into the bus station’s parking lot.

My breath hitched and my heart stopped for a second before starting back at a pace that made me think I was probably going to have a heart attack. My eyes were drawn to the kutte that said Celtic Renegades MC on the back. I watch as they huddle together talking and then scatter. One heads into the bus station and the others head for the busses. I start to panic as I see Train walking towards my bus.

I know I need to act natural because he shouldn’t be able to recognize me with my her changed but if he gets a good look at my face it won’t matter. He steps onto the bus and leans down to talk to the bus driver and the panic starts clawing at me. My fight or flight responses are just about to kick in when I feel a hand grab mine and squeezes. Clutching at the hand that grabbed mine I look up into the eyes of a woman that looks to be in her early forties. I see understanding in her eyes and for some reason, my heart rate starts to slow.

She leans in and says, “I don’t know what your situation is with the biker but I know how it feels to be scared out of your mind. If you don’t want him to realize it is you that he is looking for then you need to calm down.” Nodding my head, I take in a slow breath and release it. Looking towards the front of the bus I see Train start to look over everyone on the bus. When he finally starts to look my way, I turn my head back towards the woman next to me as she starts back talking.

A minute later, the bus is starting up and pulling out of the parking lot. I sag in my seat as relief swamps me. Looking out the window I see Train walk back to the others shaking his head. Turning to the woman next to me I realize I saw still holding onto her hand with a death grip. Letting go I tell her I’m sorry but she just shakes her head and says, “Don’t worry about it. Us girls have to help each other out.”

Sending her a grateful smile, I start to turn back towards the window when she stops me with a hand on my shoulder. Looking back, I see her eyeing my hair with a curious look. I feel my cheeks heat when she looks at me and says, “You might want to go to a salon when you get to wherever it is your going. You did a good job on your hair that you were able to fool him from far away but if he would’ve been closer, he would’ve noticed it.” Nodding my head and saying, “Thank you”, I pull my hoodie back over my head.

Holding her hand out she says, “My name is Kaylee and I’ve been in the same boat as you are now. Although, I was running from my stalker and not a biker. So, I’m sure it is different.” Relaxing a little more, I laugh and say, “My name is Bella and yeah, it’s a little different.” Not wanting to give her any details I say, “It was just a bad break-up. I wanted to leave but he didn’t take it well when I left.”

I can tell from the look on her face that she didn’t believe me. I was grateful when she didn’t call me out over the obvious lie. Settling in for the six-hour bus ride we took the time to get to know each other. I learned she was a nurse or use to be before she had to quit her job. She was being stalked by a doctor that worked with her.

It was fucked up. He broke into her house and drugged her. He intended to take her but didn’t know she had a roommate. Her roommate was walking through the front door when he was coming out of her room with her thrown over his shoulder. The roommate pepper-sprayed him but he was still able to getaway. They went to the police but by the time they went out to his home he had already packed up and left town.

When the bus stopped in Charleston, South Carolina for us to get off for food and to stretch our legs, I was hesitant to get off. I didn’t want to take any chances that they might’ve been following any of the buses. Kaylee talked me into getting off and we went inside. We had twenty-minutes before we had to be back on the bus so ordered food and sat at a table. We ate in silence and about five minutes to leaving time we raided the vending machines for snacks and drinks.

Getting back on the bus, we watched as everyone else filed in as well. There were a few new faces. But not a lot. I was playing with the necklace around my neck when Kaylee asked, “Are you married or are you a widow?” Turning, I arch a brow as if to ask, “What are you talking about?”

Pointing towards the ring around my neck, she asks, “Are you married?” Laughing, I shake my head before saying, “No. It probably would’ve been a wedding ring by now but it was giving to me as a promise.” Her eyes light up and she slides closer and say, “Come on, you can’t just tell me that and not give me the details. It’s a beautiful ring and I want to know what kind of guy gives a girl a promise ring and doesn’t keep the promise.”

Shaking my head, I smile and say, “How old are you? Your acting like your twelve.” Sitting up she puts her hands on her hips and says, “I’m thirty and what are you trying to say? Oh my god, do I look old.” I couldn’t do anything else but laugh. It was so funny. I doubled over when she yells, “Wait, do I have wrinkles?” All the while searching through her pocketbook for a mirror.

I watch as she inspects her face for wrinkles. When she doesn’t find any, she sends a glare my way. She opens her mouth to say something but chokes on her spit. I throw my head back as a big belly laugh escapes me. Glancing towards the front of the bus, I notice a man staring back at us.

When he sees that I’m looking at him he spends around in his seat. Looking to Kaylee, I ask, “Hey do you recognize that man? He’s been staring at us since he got on the bus.” Glancing towards the front, she studies the man but shakes her head and says, “I don’t know him. Maybe he just likes the way you look and can’t take his eyes off you.” Shaking my head, I stick my tongue out at her and glance out the window.

Seeing a sign up ahead, my face moves closer to the window. Seeing the sign saying, “Welcome to Delway, North Carolina” had my hands turn cold and clammy. Looking towards Kaylee I say, “My stop is coming up soon. Let’s exchange numbers to keep in touch?” Swapping phones, we put each other's numbers in and exchanged phones again.

When the bus stopped, we hugged each other and I gathered my duffle bag before making my way down the aisle. Stopping at the front, I look towards the back and wave goodbye to Kaylee. Stopping on the last step, I take a deep breath before stepping off the bus and into a town I haven’t set foot into for over twelve years. Closing my eyes, I let the memories flow through me. Looking around, I spot the diner and make my way in that direction.