Share
8 Hitting a wall
Related chapters
The Biker's Rules 9 Paintball wars
***POV – Melaena D: Mayday! Mayday! A little actor is dying! I’ve changed his caller-id on my phone so I know when it’s him. I put away my phone. I’m not going to let one crazy guy ruin my life. He’s been sending me messages almost every day since that first time at the party. Mostly I just ignore them, but it’s starting to creep me out – this ‘mayday’ shit is something new because usually he just rants on about how I belong to him and that soon we’ll be together. And what does he mean by dying … could someone be after Enrique? Would he go as far as trying to kill my brother? Nope … it’s just a joke. Perverted ass-hat stalker! “This overall is ridiculously unflattering!” Kiara shouts while bursting into my bedroom, pulling at the fabric of the black overall covering her lean body. “I don’t think looking stylish on the paintball course was what they had in mind when they designed this.” I tease my best friend, looking down at my matching black outfit. “At least we’re on the same
The Biker's Rules 10 Fairytales
***POV - Melaena I see Damion’s mouth move but my heartbeat pounding in my ears causes ferocious drumming inside the helmet, deafening me for a few moments. I take a deep breath and close my eyes to calm my ticker down and when the thumping slowly stops, I can hear his voice. “You okay?” He asks as soon as the grievous bodily harm to him stops. I nod and then I hear Enrique laughing from behind some logs. Douchbag! “Enrique, you’re going to be a bloating carcass when I’m finished with you!” Damion shouts, but Enrique just laughs harder. I smell that fresh, citrus, and woody scent I have come to associate with Damion over the years. Dior … he’s the face of Dior … and if I have to take a wild guess, today he’s wearing Sauvage. Mixed with sweat! But somehow it triggers my butterflies. They must be drawn to the musky smell of perspiration. I barely register the pain from the bruised wounds on my torso as it is being drowned out by the heightened, throbbing ache between my legs. Th
The Biker's Rules 11 Happy Birthday
***POV - Damion I sit at the table with the guys in my grim-reaper suit next to Enrique. Ilkay, a psycho doctor, and Axel, a werewolf, are opposite us. Logan, a devil, is talking to Cat-woman in a dark corner. My gaze scans the room, secretly looking for a certain person. My heart gives a double beat when my eyes eventually find her walking down the stairs. She’s dressed in a short black skirt with white lace trimmings and small red roses around the hem; a short tight black crop top exposes her toned tummy, while black net stockings with knee-high black boots clad those perfect legs. Her face is painted lightly white with black circles around her eyes, red lips, and a stitched-in smile. Her light hair is hanging loose over her shoulders with red roses on the top of her head. Coincidentally, her sugar-skull girl theme fits perfectly with mine. My bitch-stick moves, but I just smile - I came prepared today. I didn’t get dressed as a reaper solely because of my surname … no, I can e
The Biker's Rules 12 Insult to injury
***POV - Melaena I run between the flowerbeds and up to the glass building where my class started ten minutes ago, wondering if it will be okay to rush in or if I should rather just miss it altogether. My professor hates it when we’re late, and I wonder if she’ll understand if I explain that Jackson was released from the hospital this morning. He was lucky - the knife penetrated his lung - but because Ilkay and Deimos were there, he survived with only a small scar to show for his ordeal. The frustrating part is that we still don’t know who D is or why he wants revenge. Jackson didn’t see the person sticking the knife between his ribs from behind, but he did manage to hit the man with his elbow. Axel and the police checked everybody at the party … but no one other than the paintball guys showed any marks on their bodies … which left us to believe that the attacker either escaped or he is one of the 20 or so guys that attended the paintball match. We’ve been going over the list, che
The Biker's Rules 13 Dresses, booze and stupid men
* ***POV - Melaena A neon sign lights up above us. INFERNO. I drive around the building and park at the back, knowing that there’s always paparazzi lurking in the front. Enrique and Logan are both famous and the reporters just love to hang out at their club, to write about their spicy social lives. And with Damion and Jackson also being here most of the time, this is a paparazzi paradise. Lucinda’s eyes grow big with astonishment. “We’re going in there?” She points to the club, pushing back her glasses again, and I nod my head. She types a message on her phone and puts it back in her handbag. “It’s my brothers’ club, so we can eat for free.” Her eyes grow even wider. “I didn’t know you have a brother.” She’s almost prancing with excitement next to me. “Actually, I have four.” Her mouth drops open and then she just shakes her head. The guard opens the back door for us without a word. I take Lucinda by the arm as she’s almost frozen with amazement and we walk up the stairs to th
The Biker's Rules 14 Drunken hate
***POV - Melaena Logan brings some tequila shots and I down three before I realize just what I've done. Damion looks at me, those green eyes laughing openly. His hand is on my leg again, but this time I just ignore it, and down another shot or two. Tequila and hate make a deadly potion it seems. "Go slow, sis, or I’ll throw you out," Enrique teases. "Is it just me or are you all assholes today?" They all just laugh at me like I'm a kitten hissing at a lion. It just stirs my hate-potion brew even more. "So what were you up to?" Axel asks and Lucinda chirps away about our dress-hunting expedition. Damion smirks softly in my ear, "Mmm, are you going to look sexy for me." That's it. I've had it with this guy. "Take your pissy attitude and your worthless opinion and shove it straight up your annoying ass!" The table goes silent for a bit and then they burst out in laughter. Lucinda, bless her naïve soul, continues oblivious to the eery tension. "OMG, you guys should s
The Biker's Rules 15 Hangover blues
***POV - Melaena Kiara walks with me up to the impressive multi-storage building, with steel mullions wrapped in a glass curtain wall that catches the sun, forming a breathtaking kaleidoscopic façade. I have a hell of a headache after last night’s episode and the sunglasses and painkillers are not helping, leaving me cranky and in serious need of some sleep. My BFF forced me out of bed this morning … way too overeager for my liking. “Was it really that bad?” I whimper, wanting to sink into some hole if I think about everything I said. How can I be so brain-dead, telling him how sexy he is to his face? Ug, death, please come take me now. “Yep, you were crushing … but he was so sweet … closing his eyes while helping me to get you dressed. It was unexpected but so bitterly cute I almost melted,” Kiara says in a sugary voice. And for her to go on like this … he must have made an impact. She lets go of my hand when we reach the door. I plop another chocolate into my mouth. Apparently,
The Biker's Rules 16 I was drunk
***POV - Melaena “Soooo, those guys seem nice,” Kiara says and I nod in agreement, ”but there’s just something familiar about Alejandro that I can’t put my finger on.” “Maybe it’s because he’s so good-looking.” “As if we don’t have enough sexy hotheads in our lives already,” she grunts, and then her face changes. “Care to tell me why I had to cope with a drunk-ass friend last night?” “I’m not sure. Everything was fine until Damion showed up and put his hand on my leg and …” Kiara interrupts me with a little squeal. “He did WHAT?” I glare at her. “Focus bitch, he put his hand on my leg … but I removed it and then we held hands, but not willingly – he forced me. Do you get something like hand-rape … cause that’s what he did?” “OMG, NO!” Another interruption and she wiggles her eyebrows, a huge grin across her face, “How was it? I bet he’s awesome with his hands.” “Haha, so not funny!” I’m seriously considering replacing my best friend with somebody that has more tact than this
Latest chapter
- The Biker's Rules 67 Epilogue
- The Biker's Rules 66 Finding some treasure
- The Biker's Rules 65 A new grave
- The Biker's Rules 64 Waking up
- The Biker's Rules 63 Beans and heroes
- The Biker's Rules 62 Saving the day
- The Biker's Rules 61 Traitors
- The Biker's Rules 60 Haunted history
- The Biker's Rules 59 War has begun
