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Bikers, the ultimate alpha males. But what of women who
ride? These sexy independent road warriors shirk the conventions of lady-like
behavior and live life by their own terms – wild and free.
BIKER CHICKS is full of sexy stories about women who ride,
whether they be lone wolves or part of a gang. Some of the best authors in MC
romance along with some new names and faces to the genre tell us how these
strong women find the sexual satisfaction and romance we all long for, for one
of the best causes.
All proceeds of this anthology go to Bikers Against Child
Abuse*, so come take a ride with us.
Authors in this Anthology include…
Rachel Barnard

Bink Cummings

MariaLisa deMora

A.J. Downey

Geri Glenn

Sapphire Knight

Emma Lee

Liberty Parker

Eric Plume

K. Renee

Bibi Rizer

and Winter Travers
Text copyright © 2016 multiple authors
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses,
places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s
imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons,
living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
 All rights reserved.
*Bikers Against Child Abuse International (B.A.C.A.) is not
directly affiliated with this charity-driven anthology and use of their name to
indicate funds distribution does not constitute endorsement, recommendation, or
guarantee on their behalf for the efforts of these individual authors. No
liability of any kind, implied or expressed, is given with respect to B.A.C.A.
or their activities.
Stories include…
A New Night by: Rachel
Nanette; a biker known for
her height, her lonely heart, and her trusty knife. A chance encounter by
moonlight will change everything for Nanette.
Rachel Barnard’s greatest accomplishments have been eating
an entire half gallon of ice cream in one sitting, winning a boot toss, and
writing a novel about herself (see the For the Love of Donuts Books). Rachel
wishes she were taller, that chocolate had no calories, and that books could be
eaten after they were read. Rachel resides in the Pacific Northwest and loves
to dress up, talk about writing and books, and dance. Rachel began her writing
with young adult novels, but has since branched out into romance, of which this
is her first published piece!
Rachel loves to hear from her readers!
A Road to Nowhere by: Bink
This hunger, these needs,
this desire–Part of me knows it’s bad, that I shouldn’t crave what I do. But
the other half doesn’t give a fuck…Join Gwen on her journey to self
discovery…. where pleasure is just the beginning.
Author Bink Cummings was born and raised part of a
biker family. Upon the incessant coercion from her sacred sisters, she has
begun her newest journey in life–writing. When she’s not shacked up in her
home writing at all hours of the night, Bink enjoys riding motorcycles, taking
care of her family, reading, and cooking huge meals–Especially her infamous
chocolate chip cookies.
Gun Totin’ Annie by: MariaLisa
Annie has to scramble for
answers when a club sister is brutally murdered while they were negotiating
with the local dominant MC. Domino is the handsome biker attached to that club
who seems determined to help her, but can she trust him with her grief and



Raised in the south, MariaLisa learned about the magic
of books at an early age. Every summer, with the help of a gracious librarian
who did not believe in age-restricted stacks, she would spend hours in the
local library, devouring books of every genre. Self-described as a
book-a-holic, she says “I always loved to read, then I discovered writing, and
I adored that, too. For reading … if nothing else is available, I’ve been known
to read the back of the cereal box.”
She still reads voraciously, and always has a few
books going in paperback, hardback, or on devices.
The Wild Hunt by: A.J. Downey
Nothing is what it seems.
Join The Queen of Air & Darkness on a modern take of the wild hunt of
faerie lore.
A.J. Downey is a born and raised Seattle, WA native,
and the author of the bestselling Sacred Hearts Motorcycle Club series. She
finds inspiration from her surroundings, through the people she meets and
likely as a byproduct of way too much caffeine. She has lived many places and
done many things, though mostly through her own imagination. An avid reader all
of her life, it’s now her turn to try and give back, entertaining as she has
been entertained.
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Reinventing Holly by: Geri
Holly’s monotonous life and
loveless marriage are slowly breaking her down. When her father dies, leaving
her a message of hope for her future, and more money than she knows what to do
with, Holly decides that it’s time to take her life back.
Geri Glenn is the best-selling author of Kings Of
Korruption MC Series.
Geri lives in beautiful New Brunswick, Canada. She is
a military wife, the mother of two gorgeous, but slightly crazy little girls,
and just recently was fortunate enough to quit her day job to stay home and do
what she loves most – write!



Sweet Surrender by: Sapphire
Snake’s a broken man.
Peppermint’s a strong woman. She’s just the right mix, to make his surrender
Sapphire’s a Texas girl who’s crazy about football.
She’s always had a love for writing, whether it’s poems or stories. She
originally studied psychology and believes that it’s added to her passion for
spinning tales.
Sapphire is the proud mom of two boys and has been
married for twelve years. When she’s not busy in her writing cave, she’s
playing with her three Doberman Pinschers. She loves to help animals and watch
a good action movie.
Connect with Sapphire:
Mail: P.O. Box 2937, Harker Heights, TX. 76548
Bad Boy by: Emma Lee
Angelfish has the best new
toy ever, but a possessive bitch has him wrapped around her psycho finger.
Pushing her hunky geek hard enough to let out his inner bad boy might break
him. Or it might make her fall hard.
Emma Lee is a native Californian wanderer currently
experiencing the wonder of rain in the Pacific Northwest. She loves to garden
even though she’s lousy at it, and often finds herself staring blankly while
her son discusses Minecraft. An avid reader and prolific writer all her life,
she’s recently turned to sharing the kinky, crazy stories in her head instead
of hiding them in the closet.
Taken by Vegas by: Liberty
Twenty years of longing for
your true love is a long time to wait. Wasp and Ashton reunited embark to
recreate their first wedding. Only this time around they add a little flare to
their romance. With help from their daughters, Ashton’s wedding day is special
and Wasp pulls out all the bells and whistles to make up for their lost time


I have been an avid reader for most of my life. When I
was younger I use to sit and fill spiral notebooks full of stories for my
grandmother. As I got older I took the jobs needed for raising my boys as a
single mom until I met my now amazing husband. I have stopped working in the
last three years and started promoting authors, then I blogged and reviewed for
authors, which lead me down the path to writing and creating characters and
stories. I love creating behind the scenes with my writing getting to use my
imagination and write the story as it comes to me. My youngest is now a senior
in High School leaving me with some spare time on my hands to be filled. I am
loving the people I am meeting and the support system I have found.


You can find me at my home Facebook
or you can like my Author page or join my LadyOutlaws fan group.


Sign of the Gypsy Queen by:
Eric Plume
Kestrel Callahan is a
wandering gambler, a hard-bitten soul who’s always lived by the sword. Fate
deals her a wild card – a man who knows how to speak to her troubled heart, yet
has problems of his own in the form of a bitter ex who can’t let go.
Born and raised in the San Juan Islands, Eric Plume is
a lifelong resident of Washington State. He has worked in a variety of fields
ranging from construction to casino security. As the author of Margin Play, he
currently divides his time between his job as a timber framer and writing Amber
Eckart’s next adventure. He lives near Bellingham, Washington with his
girlfriend Jacquelyn in a house full of cats and computers. This is his first
foray into romance.
The Innocent Truth by: K.
I had a choice to make,
either I was going to lie down and let him win or I was going to fight back.
Nash took away everything in the blink of an eye and now he’s going to pay.
K. Renee started writing in 2015, but has loved
writing since she was young. She started writing because she couldn’t get the
stories out of her head, no matter what she did. She’s twenty-seven years old
and typically writes in her free time or on her lunch break. K. Renee works
full-time and tries to go to the gym every day. She reads constantly and has
hundreds of books she can’t wait to start.
Boy Blue by: Bibi Rizer 
Desi, a

Release Blitz “Marlin’s Faith” By: AJ Downey


Faith. She’d managed to keep her
namesake while in captivity, but now that she was free? The daunting task of
rejoining society was in front of her and it seemed that Marlin had too keep it
for her.
Marlin can’t help how he feels about Faith, she was remarkably easy to like.
The only thing he could do for her was be there, and keep his damn hands to
himself, which was the real challenge. Neither one of them knew if she would
make it out of the darkness in tact; only time would tell about that.

During trying times, all you can do is hold on and have a little faith…
I was too warm and my mouth had a funny metallic taste in
it. I was comfortable though, and I didn’t want to get up. Still, my bladder
demanded I move, and eventually it won. It always did.

I sucked in a deep breath to chase back the cobwebs and
opened my eyes. I nearly crossed them to see what it was crammed and blurry in
my field of vision, all pink, white, and yellow.

I backed my head up on the pillow and frowned. A pink iPod
with white headphones coiled neatly next to it, a creamy yellow mini post-it
note clinging to the controls.

Play me, Faith was written in a spidery scrawl on the
post-it in black ink. The writing unfamiliar to me. I sat up on the bed and
looked around the darkened bedroom. No one was there, nothing stirred… I felt
my forehead crush down in a frown.

I looked around the room again, just to be sure, before I
plucked the headphones off the smooth cotton pillowcase. I spent far longer
than was necessary uncoiling them and tucking them into my ears before I
plugged them into the little player. I read and reread the note before plucking
it from the front of the little clip and touching the little triangle button to
make the thing play.

My breath caught, and stilled completely as the first
leading strains of Hope Never Dies spilled from the earbuds. The person playing
the guitar was masterful, the notes solemn and quiet, building and subsequently
building me up, surrounding me, tucking around me like an old and familiar blanket,
or really, bandaging some of the broken bits of me. Holding me together again,
just enough to allow me to mend.

Marlin. It had to be. No one else knew what this song did to
me, for me, in those darkened nights of desolation and ruin. I stared out of the
floor to ceiling obsidian glass, at the faint glimmer of silver as the water
lapped upon the shore and let the music soothe me some more. My nap had done me
some good, calming some of the disquiet of earlier, and I was glad for it. I
let my fingertips idly play with the band of leather and metal around my wrist
and thought about what the boy said to me back in the rank dark of that awful
storage unit.

There are still good people out there, Faith. You gotta
believe me…



In The Series
Cutter had given up on finding a
woman when Hope sauntered right into his bar. With her straight talk, toned
figure, and military training, she can disarm a man in more ways than one. But
the mission she’s on will shake up Cutter’s world.
Hope’s lost her younger sister, but she hasn’t lost her namesake. It’s been
almost two years since Faith vanished, but Hope hasn’t given up the search.
She’ll either find her sister or some answers.

Can Cutter keep his club out of trouble and help the siren in his bar on her
mission? One can only hope…
 A.J. Downey is a born and raised Seattle, WA Native. She finds inspiration from her surroundings, through the people she meets and likely as a byproduct of way too much caffeine.
She has lived many places and done many things though mostly through her own imagination… An avid reader all of her life it’s now her turn to try and give back a little, entertaining as she has been entertained.


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Release Blitz “There But for the Grace” By Jeffrey Cook/AJ Downey

Title: There But For The Grace
Series: Angel’s Grace #2
Authors: Jeffrey Cook & A.J. Downey
Release Date: March 8th 2016


Tabbris, the Angel of Free Will,
is in Hell…


Worse, the keys to the gates
of Heaven and Hell have gone with him. Now, the hounds of Hell are close on his
heels as he fights a desperate battle to keep the keys out of infernal hands,
while trying to reach Earth once again. At least he prevented Adelaide from
being dragged down with him.


Meanwhile, Adelaide is still
possessed by the Angel of Visions, and Iaoel seems to be planning to stay,
regardless of what Addy wants. Now she’s in search of a rogue angel to find a
way into the underworld to rescue Tabbris…

Before all Hell breaks loose…

“This is it?” I asked and huffed out a dubious sigh.

“It’s a prison. It ain’t the Ritz, Baby.”

I glanced over at Uriel and narrowed my eyes, “When Gabriel
does it, it’s funny, and almost cute. When you do it, you look like a jock

His eyebrows disappeared into his fiery ginger hairline, and
his lips spread into a giant smile as he struggled not to laugh.

“Uriel,” Raphael’s lyrical voice came from behind the both
of us, “Michael has asked us not to encourage her crude behavior.”

“You always do what Daddy tells you to do, Raphael?” I
asked, turning.

Raphael gave me a smile that was beatific in nature, as
serene and unblemished as the silver glass of a lake on a calm day. One of the
most peaceful things I had ever seen. I blinked when he answered me, “Yes,
Child… but do remember, Michael is not our father.” He pointed one elegant,
long finger skyward. “He is, and always will be.”

I rolled my eyes heavenward. “Yeah, sorry. You guys really
don’t get us at all though, do you?”

Uriel shrugged. “We try.” He side-eyed Raphael. “Some of us
harder than others.”

“Right.” I took a deep breath and let it out slowly,
returning to the problem at hand, “How am I supposed to break into a prison?”

We stood alongside the road leading up to the prison gates,
a long, lonely stretch of cracked blacktop, the center lines so faded they were
barely there. Two lanes, one in, one out, nothing but scorched and waving
unkempt grass, no more than knee height for almost as far as the eye could see.
Even if a man managed to escape, he’d be easy pickings out in that grass. It
was a sad, lonely, and desolate place to spend your last days. I wondered how
on Earth Haziel had become an inmate here. How the fuck I was going to get in?
Did they even allow death row inmates visitors? I mean, random ones…

“There,” Uriel said, and I followed his pointing finger. An
old Mercedes, something out of the 1980s, was stopped behind what looked like
the last in a series of chain link gates topped with razor wire, as it trundled
aside. The Mercedes waited until the gate was all the way open, pulled through,
shifted gears and headed up the road in our direction.

Uriel and Raphael stood with me on the side of the two lane
highway. They had assured me we were quite invisible to the humans inside the
prison. They said that was one of Raphael’s stronger gifts: to obfuscate. Being
a healer, obfuscation during the heat of battle was kind of a necessity. I’d
asked him why he hadn’t done a better job in the battle beneath Chernobyl and
he’d smiled a little sadly and had told me that with the state of things as
they were, he’d had little to no energy to expend on obfuscation, that he had,
instead, relied on Uriel to defend him and the rest of the healers. It’d made
me a little ill to think of the implications in that. I’d voiced my theory

“Were we really that outnumbered?”

“My dear child,” he’d said, “We are fortunate that none of
the Archen fell during such a fight. Our Father, was with us, so it seems.”

I looked from Uriel to Raphael and back to the Mercedes
coming our direction. The Archangels both looked expectant, and I sighed
inwardly. Not for the first time, I wished that Gabriel were here instead of
these two. Mostly because Gabriel was at least familiar, and we kind of got
each other. I looked from Uriel to Raphael one more time and followed their
eyes to the oncoming Mercedes. The car pulled up, and I looked at the driver, a
priest: black shirt, white collar and all. He turned his head and looked right
at us curiously, before pulling past and driving on. I blinked stupidly. Damn

“I thought we were invisible to anything human,” I said with
a sinking feeling.

“We are.” Raphael’s serene smile stretched, and I really
wanted to smack it off his face.

“Then was that..?” I pointed after the Mercedes.

“It was.” Uriel’s smirk was even more infuriating.

“Seriously, guys?”

I ground my teeth and watched the taillights fade into the
gathering twilight before turning on the two Archangels.

“Now what do I do?” I asked, and it sounded petulant even to

“Well, I guess you wait for him to come back,” Uriel said
with a wink, and then they both winked—right out of existence.

“Oh you happy bastards!” I cried, then wondered if I were
suddenly visible to the guards that were mere dots in the towers to either side
of the distant gate. I had to assume I wasn’t, and that I was still hidden from
sight or invisible or whatever when no one came out to investigate When the
shift change came? Well, the cars that passed me by, not a single one of the
occupants turned to look at me, so that confirmed my hypothesis.

“You guys are such assholes,” I muttered under my breath to
myself. I wondered briefly to myself: if you prayed to someone and cursed them
the fuck out in your prayers, would they hear it? I unshouldered my pack,
dropping to sit cross-legged on the edge of the road and prayed to who

“I’m not giving up, Tab. This is some serious bullshit, but
I promise, no matter what crap they pull, I’m going to get you out.” I felt
stupid talking to myself, but I had to believe that somehow, some way, he could
hear me. I didn’t know how well prayers travelled to Hell specifically, but I
had to have faith that they did, that he knew I wasn’t giving up.

I looked up to the sky and huffed out a breath at the cloud
cover. Of course it couldn’t be a clear night full of stars. Why wouldn’t I get
rained on? Let’s make this whole fucked-up situation as cliché as possible! No
sooner had I thought it, than the first drop splattered against my cheek.

“Aw, damn it!” I uttered. I rooted through my pack and
satchel to no avail: nothing that would serve as rain gear, of course. I
cinched up the pack quickly, so at least I might have a dry set of clothes to
change into later, when the slide and snap of nylon against nylon made me jerk
my head up. Gabriel smiled down at me, a large golf umbrella open above us.

“Thanks,” I said with a gusty sigh and pulled myself up to
my feet. I pulled my pack back up onto my shoulders to keep it off the ground
while the rain pattered down around us, picking up in intensity.

“Particular reason why he didn’t stop and why Raphael and
Uriel just left me out here?” I asked.

“Yes, you know there is. We don’t tend to do things without
a reason.”

“Care to fill me in?” I rubbed my hands over my face and
sighed out. Gabriel, who loved to gender bend with the best of them, had chosen
to show up as a dude this time around and, as always, was impeccably dressed in
a suit and tie.

“Haziel and the Archangels don’t have the best rapport.”

“Seriously? No wonder he didn’t even slow down. That’s
great, that’s just great… why would he stop for me tomorrow?”

“Because tonight, he is working to find out who you are, and
when he can’t do that, and when he finds you here all alone tomorrow… hopefully
his curiosity will get the better of him.”

“Jesus, Gabriel! Why couldn’t you guys have just left me
alone out here in the first place? Why didn’t you guys just say, ‘Hey Addy, when
the priest drives by, flag him down. That’s the dude you need!’ I mean,
wouldn’t that have saved so much more time?” Time. Time that could be better
spent getting Tab out of Hell. I didn’t want to leave him down there any longer
than I had to. It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair!

“Easy, Addy,” Gabriel put his hand on my leather-clad
shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. He’d used my name, which meant we were
being super serious, which was good. This was as serious as it got.

“We didn’t know where on death row Haziel was. We couldn’t
be sure. Standing out here was recon as much as anything else. He gave himself
away when he looked at you guys. Truthfully, we’re almost as blind as you in
all this, and your guess is as good as ours.”

I threw my head back and stared at the inside of his
umbrella, it was growing so dark that I could barely see the silvery spiderlike
legs of the metal skeleton above us. I prayed for patience, and for Tab to hold
on, but mostly I prayed to God that Haziel would talk to me. Give me a
direction to move forward with. I had to find Tab, I had to help him, and I had
such a feeling of urgency surrounding it all that it wasn’t even funny.
Text Copyright © 2016 Jeffrey Cook & A.J. Downey
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses,
places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s
imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons,
living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
All Rights Reserved
Addy’s boss has been murdered…


She’s next. She’s been folded into something that
supernatural forces want, and it looks like she’ll have no choice in the


Tab’s been through hell to make sure this sort of thing
doesn’t happen – literally. The red-winged Angel of Free Will cares vehemently
about individual agency in human destiny. How much he cares about Addy herself
may be another thing entirely, but at any rate, she has a better chance with
him than with the rest of the Angelic family, Fallen or otherwise.


In a run for her life and a race in which the involvement of
the Devil himself is considered among the least of their worries, Addy must
find enough moments of calm to unfold the Angel’s Grace inside her, learn from
the visions it provides, and find the keys to Heaven and Hell.
About the Authors
A.J. Downey



A.J. Downey is a born and raised Seattle, WA Native. She finds inspiration from her surroundings, through the people she meets and likely as a byproduct of way too much caffeine.



She has lived many places and done many things though mostly through her own imagination… An avid reader all of her life it’s now her turn to try and give back a little, entertaining as she has been entertained.
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Jeffrey Cook


Jeffrey Cook lives in Maple Valley, Washington, with his wife and three large dogs. He was born in Boulder, Colorado, but has lived all over the United States. He’s the author of the Dawn of Steam trilogy of alternate-history/emergent Steampunk epistolary novels and of the YA Sci-fi thriller Mina Cortez: From Bouquets to Bullets. He is a founding contributing author of Writerpunk Press and has also contributed to a number of role-playing game books for Deep7 Press out of Seattle. When not reading, researching, or writing, Jeffrey enjoys role-playing games and watching football.


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Cover Reveal ” Damaged and Dangerous” By: AJ Downey




Title: Damaged & Dangerous
Series: The Sacred Hearts MC VI
Author: A.J. Downey
Release Date: September 27, 2015


She’s Damaged…
Dani Broussard never imagined that her life
would turn out like this. She always thought that her grandfather would be
there for her into adulthood and that her high school sweetheart, Jared, would
be the man she would marry. That isn’t what happened though. Instead, her
grandfather got sick and passed away before Dani saw the age of nineteen. It
was just her and Jared until he hooked up with a local MC, The Suicide Kings…
Then it was just her. Pig-Pen claimed her body, rules her life, but he would
never hold her heart. Kept because of her looks and a particular set of skills
unique only to her, Dani has been with The Suicide Kings for the last three
years… three long damaging years. She hates it, all of it, the pain the
humiliation, the fear… and as strong as Dani is, as clever as she can be, she
is quickly finding that death may be the kinder, gentler option rather than
live through any more of this hell.
He’s Dangerous…
Red-XIII is, and always will be, a Sacred
Hearts man. But for now, he’s a Suicide Kings prospect. Tasked with providing
intelligence on the King’s inner workings to his real club, Thirteen has been
slowly, quietly and carefully dismantling the King’s operation from the inside
out. The situation is dangerous, good thing Thirteen is a dangerous guy but
even he can’t be everywhere at once and a couple of missteps have cost the
Sacred Hearts dearly. Doubly determined to finish this with no more wreckage or
damage to the SHMC, Thirteen is blindsided by his heart when he lays eyes on
Dani. A pretty, little thing with long black hair and striking blue eyes. She
slays him with one look from her damaged soul and now Thirteen has tasked
himself with two missions… Take down The Suicide Kings and get both Dani and
himself out alive.
For now those missions run parallel to each
other but what happens if they ever end up at odds? The bigger question is, how
can he get close to the VP’s Ol’ Lady as a Prospect and not get them both

I finished cleaning the clubhouse all
the while trapped in memory. I didn’t realize that I’d had company as I’d
worked. As usual, he was there, parked on the end of the couch, boots propped
on the old, scarred, garage sale coffee table, only this early in the day he’d
forgone the beer in favor of a bottle of water. Another thing that set him
apart as ‘other’, to the rest of the guys beer was bottled water.


I secreted a small smile in his
direction and he secreted one back but we didn’t speak, we didn’t need to.
Soon, Skid came around and our little private moment was in the wind but that
was okay. I knew that I
could or would never be with Thirteen,
but having him around had become a little ray of light in an otherwise darkened
room. Maybe it was foolish to hope or to dream at this stage but I couldn’t
help but believe that with a guy like Thirteen around the club, maybe, just
maybe things could get better.


“What you smiling about?” Skid asked me
as he bellied up to the bar. I startled, had I been smiling? I glanced at the
older biker and he raised an eyebrow under his faded black do-rag.


“I don’t know…” I frowned and flailed
helplessly inside my head for a convincing lie, “I was just thinking about a
piece I was going to try and create. I think I have all the pieces now.”


Skid chuckled, “It’s good to see you
smile Rac. How ‘bout you get me a beer? One of them ones with the orange dude
on the label.” He turned on his stool and started talking to Thirteen who had
been grinning like an idiot behind his back but who quickly schooled his
features into neutrality before Skid turned.


I rolled my eyes at Thirteen behind
Skid’s back and got Skid the bottle he asked for, popping the top. I set it on
the bar by his hand and he picked it up and drank, never breaking his stride as
the two of them spoke bike. I was simply nothing more than furniture again
which I didn’t like but at the same time was definitely the lesser of two


Pretty soon Gordy, Pipes and Cooter
came in from the front of the club and I was serving them up drinks when
Pig-Pen and Griz made their arrival. The rest of the guys started to trickle in
from the front or the back lot and girls started coming intermixed with the
guy’s arrival. The party was in full swing the sky dark outside when Gordy
swore and pounded his fist on the bar.


“God damn fucking son of a bitch!” he
bellowed, looking at the lighted screen on his phone. Griz shoved down on the
head of the strung out broad sucking him off and she choked, struggling.


“What is it now?” he demanded and let
her up. She stood up disgusted and stumbled towards the bathrooms.


“Trouble!” Gordy declared, “But if we
all go now we might make it, Ace and Deuce are holed up at the North West safe
house, says Sacred Hearts have ‘em pinned down, four of ‘em.” Griz stood up and
tucked himself back in his pants doing up his jeans.


“Boys! We’re goin’ huntin’!” he yelled.
A cheer went up and I swallowed hard, Thirteen stood.


“Not you!” Gordy stabbed a finger at


“Take Coon to your place and keep her locked
down. She’s our last bet on making any god damned money.”


Thirteen raised an eyebrow, “I live in
a cabin with no electricity!” he declared.


“So fucking what!?” Pig-Pen called,
“Don’t care if she’s comfortable, so long as she can produce. Don’t be god
damned pussy over her pussy!”


Thirteen gave a shrug and I gathered my
purse. The guys were all going out the back door to the parking lot where they
kept their bikes I could already hear some of them firing up. Dredd and Flyer
were chasing out the club sluts, which truthfully there weren’t many left
hanging around since the club’s drug supply started drying up. I came around
the bar and Pig grabbed me by the elbow, hard.


“You’re my bitch, so don’t be getting
any ideas about spreading those whore legs of yers for Pretty boy over there,”
he muttered savagely in my ear, his breath washing over me, a fetid mixture of
whiskey and cigarettes with an overlay of just plain rot.


“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I plastered
on a fake as hell sincere smile, “I know who takes care of me,” I said.


“Damn right.” And as if to prove his
point he shoved his mouth against mine and his tongue in my mouth all the while
looking daggers at Thirteen. I gave little resistance. I didn’t want or need
any bruises except the ones that were likely imprinted on my arm from where he
gripped me, besides that, I’d learned a long, long time ago that resistance was
futile and only hurt more in the end. Pig-Pen finally broke the kiss and thrust
me in Thirteen’s direction before going out the door.


“You good to ride?” he asked. I nodded
grimly. I just wanted outside so I could spit. Thirteen grabbed my coat off the
hook in the wall behind the bar and handed it to me and I shrugged into it.


“C’mon.” he put a hand on my shoulder
and made like he was shoving me in front of him out the door, though his grip
on my shoulder was light, not painful. He put on his helmet and glasses sitting
astride his bike. I put on the spare and with one final brave smile at Pig who
was glaring at me and standing with Griz and Gordy I got on behind Thirteen.


Text Copyright © 2015 A.J. Downey


This is a work of fiction. Names,
characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of
the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to
actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.


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A.J. Downey is a born and raised Seattle, WA Native. She finds inspiration from her surroundings, through the people she meets and likely as a byproduct of way too much caffeine.

She has lived many places and done many things though mostly through her own imagination… An avid reader all of her life it’s now her turn to try and give back a little, entertaining as she has been entertained. She lives in a small house in a small neighborhood with a larger than life fiancé and one cat.

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