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  SLAM HER

  Her old man put me in jail – so I stole her innocence.

  She’s completely off limits, but I’m an outlaw who gets what he wants, when he wants it. As soon as I set my sights on Belle, I know I’m looking for real trouble. But I can’t help it. We’ve had encounters in the past, but right now, it’s all personal.

  The only problem is the more I get to know her, the more I care. I’m told by the MC to stay away from anything that could have me back in prison, but when Belle confesses a dark secret from her past, I know the only way out of the mess I created is the truth.

  The truth is going to hurt her… but what I plan on doing to show her my love, well, it might just cost me my life.

  chapter one

  (slam)

  *MONTHS AGO*

  All I wanted to do was down a few cold beers, pick a fight, knock someone’s fucking teeth out, and then go back to the clubhouse to fuck the first beauty that set her eyes upon me.

  How I ended up next to an untamed virgin with blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and a cute flirty smile would forever be beyond me. Not to mention the way she sipped her fruity ass booze drink, nibbling on the straw, sort of smiling, those blue eyes like a beacon of fucking light. But trust me, this outlaw wasn’t in the business of being saved or repented. My sins could make the most devout blush and weep.

  But there she was, a goddamn virgin, somehow next to me, her slender shoulder bumping into mine as she hung with a bunch of her friends, giggling over every little comment and story. But there I was, listening in on that bullshit.

  When our eyes finally met, I made sure to be like stone.

  Her mouth opened and the straw fell back into the drink.

  Come to me, babe. Come to Slam.

  “Are we bothering you?” she asked me.

  “Not as much as it bothers me that you have clothes on, babe,” I said and curled my lip.

  Her eyes went wide and she leaned back to read the back of my leather cut.

  Reaper’s Bastards, babe. So you know I ride hard.

  “You don’t stand a chance,” she said to me.

  She turned and put her back to me. I eyed the skin of her shoulders, wondering what kind of attention did she expect wearing such a tight tank top. For fuck’s sake, her bra straps were hanging out.

  At that time I didn’t know she was a virgin. For all I figured, she was some chick looking for a good fuck. Or maybe she was on the prowl for a fucking relationship.

  I was the wrong guy for that.

  I stood up and nodded to Jimmy, the bartender. He came over as I finished off my last beer. I took out a handful of cash and tossed it on the bar.

  “This is too much, Slam,” he said to me with his lingering Irish accent.

  “I’m giving you a big tip,” I said.

  “You never leave a tip,” Jimmy said. “Don’t start trouble tonight, Slam.”

  I nodded to the virgin next to me. “Buy her a couple rounds. On me.”

  I took a step away and I felt a hand grab my wrist. I looked down as I towered over the virgin as she sat there. Her cheeks slowly turned red. I could see right down her fucking top and made no attempt to hide it. What the fuck did I care? If you’re gonna let your tits hang out, I’m gonna look at them.

  Take it as a compliment, babe.

  The virgin just sat there, holding my wrist. Well, she was trying to hold my wrist. Her little grip didn’t stand a chance against me. I was thick everywhere. And, fuck, yeah, I looked at her little hand and thought about her trying to grip my cock.

  Shit, what else was the point of looking at her, right?

  I’d rip every piece of clothing off that tight body of hers and devour everything. I’d take that cherry with pride, give her a minute to understand what was happening, and then ruin her for life. She’d never have a man like me again. She’d spend the rest of her life searching but would never find it.

  “Thanks for the drinks,” she said.

  I reached forward and slipped my finger under the strap of her shirt. Goddamn, her skin was like warm silk. My fingers wanted to slip between her legs and feel more of her silk.

  I hid her bra strap and nodded. “There. Be careful, babe, wouldn’t want anyone dangerous to hit on you.”

  I walked away from the virgin.

  I spotted some guy eyeing her. He was holding a pool stick and had a muscle shirt on with toothpick arms and a tattoo of a skull. He was a fucking poser, probably riding on a crotch rocket, trying to score a blow job. I approached him and he quickly mouthed off to me so I broke the pool stick over his face.

  I had my beers. I had my fight.

  I just needed my fuck.

  It wouldn’t take long for that to happen, but it would take some time to find out that virgin’s name.

  Belle.

  What a name.

  Too bad that I was destined to completely ruin her life.

  chapter two

  (slam)

  *NOW*

  I was shuffled through the cafeteria, orange jump suit, holding a tray of shit food. The slop wasn’t half bad when you got used to it. Lucky for me, I had connections on the inside and two guards that would bring me burgers, fries, and milkshakes. In exchange I would take care of them with outside protection from the Reap or beat up guys in the inside that were giving them problems.

  I’d much rather be outside. It was all bullshit what happened. I became some sort of easy target and before I could catch my breath, I was tossed into prison with a year sentence. I was in the hallowed halls where Hammer (our former Prez) served a life sentence until he was killed. And I was in the same place as another one of my brothers - King. He was sitting on death fucking row. I saw him two times already and he looked bigger and as mean as ever. Nothing broke that guy’s spirit.

  I sat down at a table with guys that I considered friends. See, in prison, it was the same as the outside. Certain people and groups got together and did their thing. The difference was that we were all confined. Less room meant more violence.

  We had a little beef going with these guys two tables over. There was some backdoor drug dealing going on and I was brought in to act as the muscle to keep it civil. Nothing was ever civil in prison though.

  As I started to shove some greasy, cold potatoes into my mouth, one of the guards walked by. He flicked me twice on the back which was a signal to start a fight.

  Great. That meant someone needed me.

  I scooped up a handful of the potatoes and stood up. Another guard shouted my name but I ignored the fucker as I threw the potatoes across the table. It hit a guy named Miguel right in the face. He jumped, along with his table. My table stood up and a brawl ensued.

  I grabbed my tray and smashed it across Miguel’s face, taking him down.

  A second later, the guard that had touched me, grabbed my arms and twisted me away. Now, let’s be honest for a second. This six foot nothing guard was exactly that to me. Nothing. I could have broken the hold and broken his fucking neck in seconds. But I went with the motions and stumbled back as he
pulled at me.

  He shouted orders to the other guards and got me the hell out of there.

  We ended at the back of the prison and down two flights of stairs. It was damp, dark, and cool down there. It smelled of dirty water and piss. Down the hall was solitary. That place was no fucking joke. Getting tossed into there and left for days or weeks changed people. I got tossed for two days and to me it felt like four fucking years.

  I wasn’t going to solitary that day though.

  I ended up in an open room with glass windows. A table in the middle. Some suit sitting there with a briefcase. The door opened again and in walked Knox and Matteo.

  “Fuckers,” I whispered.

  “Slam,” Knox said.

  “Slam in the slammer,” Matteo said.

  Like I hadn’t fucking heard that a million times by then.

  “Seriously?” I asked.

  “We need your vote,” Knox said.

  “I vote for whatever best suits the club,” I said. “I’m not in the mood to hear outside beefs.”

  “This is a vote you want to take,” Matteo said.

  “Who’s the stiff?” I asked, pointing to the guy in the suit.

  “I’m your lawyer,” he said. “Call me Ace.”

  “I won’t do that,” I said.

  “Fine.” He opened his briefcase. He spun it around. “Upon further look into your case, I can defend you that the weapons charge needs to be dropped. Two bodies turned up down in the east full of bullet holes that match the so-called weapons you were tied to. I’ve already presented the information to the judge, a dear friend of mine.”

  “Jesus Christ,” I said. “How much did this cost?”

  Knox grinned. “I had to sell my kid to make it happen.”

  “Don’t fuck with me.”

  “Slam, you’ve done enough time in here,” Matteo said. “Take whatever deal Ace has to offer and get out of here.”

  “What kind of deal is that?”

  “No trouble kind of deal,” Ace said.

  “Fuck that. I am trouble.”

  “Should I just leave?” Ace asked.

  “Yes,” I said.

  “No,” Knox said. “Stop being a fuck head, Slam. Ace has a hearing tomorrow and you’re going to get out on good behavior and the charges will be dropped. In exchange you just keep your nose clean for a little while. I’m tired of my boys sitting in cells in this fucking place.”

  I stared down Knox. I wasn’t against taking a swing at him. Fuck his VP patch. Fuck Matteo too. Fuck everything. All because of a botched run, I was stuck in this fucking hell hole. All because of some asshole Chief that wanted my ass. That’s what it was. He singled me out, thinking he was taking the muscle off the streets.

  “Just sign the papers, brother,” Knox said. “Don’t make me bring Uncle Jakey down here. He’ll cut off your protection. You’ve done enough time. You’ve learned your lesson. You’re going to be a stellar man in society.”

  Knox grinned.

  Matteo snorted.

  “Yeah right,” Ace said.

  I looked at the lawyer. He looked like a weasel.

  “Something funny?” I asked him.

  He stood up. “Look, I don’t give a shit about you, Spencer.”

  I gritted my teeth. Nobody dared to use my real fucking name. Ever.

  “Yeah, that’s right,” Ace said. “Spencer. I’ve got your entire file. I got paid already. I’m here to finish this up and move on. Take this deal, okay? Get the hell out of here.”

  “We need you,” Knox said. “The clubhouse isn’t the same without you there.”

  “And I’m supposed to just sit there and do nothing,” I said.

  “Exactly,” Ace said. “I’m going to finalize this deal and walk away right now. Whatever is said when I’m gone I can’t be held responsible for.”

  I signed whatever the fuck Ace needed me to sign.

  He left the room and Knox walked around the table and hugged me. I hugged him back.

  “I’m sorry this happened,” he said to me. “It was a fucked up job and a cash grab. I should have never brought it to the table and we should have never voted it in.”

  “We all did,” I said. “Including me. Chief Richards wanted my dick in his hand. That was the set up.”

  “Agreed,” Matteo said. “He’s still lingering around. But not as much.”

  “I’m going to get him back for this,” I said.

  “Slam, you have to take it easy,” Knox said. “You get popped again and it could be a long term sentence. This is your one and only get out of jail free type of thing. Don’t fuck this up.”

  “Knox, I’m looking at you as your brother here. We wear the cut. We are the Reap. I don’t bullshit. I’m going to get him back.”

  Knox shook his head and backed away. He knocked on the table a few times. “We still need your vote. You can do it in person this time. We’re going after who set all this up. We have names.”

  “And I can’t do a thing?” I asked.

  “Not a thing,” Matteo said.

  “Except get yourself dressed the right way,” Knox said.

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “The paperwork was filed days ago. The second Ace sends the signatures over, you’re out. We’ll be out front waiting for you.”

  They walked out of the room and I stood there alone.

  I was going to be a free man, but not as free as I had hoped.

  Like I gave a damn, right?

  I would keep to my word.

  I was going to get revenge on the man who put me in prison.

  three

  (belle)

  *NOW*

  It was another typical party kind of thing. We were too old for this kind of thing but it happened more than it really should have. All the women stood in the living room while the guys hung around the table, playing cards and smoking cigars. Some of us had boyfriends, the rest were single and everyone was there to be set up with someone.

  Yeah, fine, maybe six years ago it was fun to do. And maybe I should have just let things happen back then so they weren’t so awkward now.

  I felt Megan tug on my arm, almost spilling my warm drink.

  “I still can’t believe it,” she said, her words slurring. “Not even a little bit?”

  “A little bit?” I asked.

  “You know, like the tip of it. Just, like, touching it. Like a little boop on your vagina.”

  I laughed and said, “Don’t say vagina. And, no, there’s never been a boop down there.”

  I had become some kind of circus freak to all my so-called friends because I was still a virgin. Granted, being closer to thirty than twenty made it seem weird, but it was just something that never happened. There were plenty of chances, I just never took them. I had done plenty in my life, but when your father is the chief of police, it’s hard to really get away with much. Not to mention when you’re an only child and your mother was murdered when you were young, it sort of sets the pace that you’d be over protected.

  My father had no problem with having his guys follow me. He had no worries against busting into anyone’s house, at any time, to see what was going on. One time when I was studying with a guy friend, we got a little flirty and kissed. You know, a typical awkward high school kind of kiss. Our tongues touched, were sloppy, breathing heavy because we were both so nervous. He reached across the table and touched my breast and then there was a heavy thud against the backdoor.

  One of my father’s guys was there, claiming to be checking on a call of a gas smell.

  Yeah, right.

  So when your reputation becomes the girl who can’t put out, you sort of just give up hope. Anyone who dared to challenge me would end up facing my father. Even into my twenties, it was sort of pathetic.

  Now, it was like I was too old.

  “She’s just waiting for the right one,” Ashley said. “You’re drunk, Megan. Just let it
go.”

  “At this point, just bang it out,” Megan said. “You know? Guys are going to be afraid of you, Belle.”

  “Wow. Thanks for that.”

  “Sorry, but it’s true. I mean, you always remember your first.”

  “I wish I didn’t,” Ashley said.

  “You say that, but it’s a lie,” Megan said. “Of course our first time is usually with the wrong guy. Everything goes wrong. Nothing feels right. We think we’re in love. It’s how it’s supposed to be.”

  “So I’m a freak,” I said.

  “No…”

  “You’re an asshole, Megan,” I snapped.

  Megan gasped.

  “Easy,” Ashley said. “Just drop the subject.”

  That was impossible. It was always the topic of choice. Like everyone was watching and waiting for me to get fucked. Even there at Ashley’s house she rented with her fiancé Brett, all the guys knew I was a virgin.

  And, yeah, maybe it was a big deal to me. What was I going to do? Just open my legs and say come n’ get it to some guy who had slept with a hundred women?

  “I’m just saying you could just do it,” Megan said. “Don’t even tell the guy. Get drunk, pick a cute guy, and have at it. Then it’s out of the way. I know you think about it. I know your dad is a pain in the ass. But not anymore, Belle. You’re on your own now.”

  I felt the emotion creep up my throat. Two glasses of vodka sort of made it hard to control my emotions.

  I teared up and all the girls tried to touch me. Their ooohhh’s and aawww’s were so fake.

  “Just stop talking about it,” I said and pushed through them.

  I went outside on the back deck, alone, the night cast against a starry sky.

  See, maybe a night like tonight would be right. A cool evening. A gentle breeze. Stars all around.

  Or maybe it was all my fault and all in my head. I grew up turning to movies and TV shows to raise me. My father worked all the time. When he came home he was tired and mean. He drank a lot, telling me it was the only thing that chased away the job. I never got to have personal talks with someone, ever. The first time I got my period I was wiping after using the bathroom and I thought I had hurt myself. My father tried to talk me through that but it wasn’t what it should have been.