Outlaw's Ride: An MC Romance by Carter Steele (books recommended by bts .txt) 📕

head I emailed Patrick. I included the attachment and offered my thoughts on the best way to enter the house and navigate to the main ballroom where the party was likely to be held. I knew I wouldn't be getting any kind of reply, but I relaxed a little knowing my job was complete.

Finding the unfindable. I'd never get any praise for my hard work, only less abuse. Mom would've been proud of my ingenuity. Mom... I missed my family. Home was less than two miles away, I could walk there in an hour! I knew the way, but it might as well be on a different planet for all the difference it made.

My prison didn't have bars. The doors weren't locked here, I could run away anytime I wanted. That was the worst part of it all. I chose to be here. I could just walk away, but if I did... I knew exactly what Patrick would do to my family and he would make it look like an accident.

I forced away the tears of the home I couldn't have and the pushed down the useless longing for a biker who saw me for who I really was deep down inside. Instead I focused on the one thing that gave me hope and kept me sane.

One of the girls I liked smuggled in a memory stick for me which I kept in a hidden pouch I'd sewn into my scarf. I didn’t have any real friends here but there were a few girls who weren’t afraid to interact with me. Some had even shown me some kindness. Monica was one of those girls.

Careful to hide what I was doing from the cameras in the room I plugged the stick into the computer and added the recent documents of Patrick's criminal dealings to it. I couldn't ever email it to the Feds on his computer because of how closely he monitors the activity so I saved it all until I had enough to put him away forever and then I'd find a way to use another computer to upload everything.

Secretly compiling evidence against Patrick was the only joy I had left in life, that and fantasizing about seeing his face when the feds arrested him. Now all I had to do was survive long enough to use it.

Come hell or high water, I would save my family from that monster, no matter what.

9

Wreck

Once midnight struck my brothers and I had slipped into the back of the mafia estate compound. Now we were waiting in the wings for the signal to rush in.

The plan for all its nuances was pretty simple when you got right down to it. Sarah and several of the other whores were shuttled into Don Accardo’s mansion for some post party entertainment. Apparently this didn’t raise any red flags. It turned out that the Italian mafia even had an account with Patrick. He boasted to us that the prostitution was basically tax deductible because he billed them as a delivery service. Having some idea how much Sarah was involved on the back end of all his business dealings made me wonder whose brilliant idea that really was.

“Lucky bastards,” Buck grumbled behind his binoculars as he looked into the windows of the mansion at the raucous birthday party. Laughing, naked girls were being chased around, and booze and drugs lined every table.

Say what will about the Maryland mob, but they sure knew how to fucking get down.

That sure as hell made our job tonight a whole lot easier.

“Keep that sad panda dick in your pants, little brother,” Yoga chimed up as he put away his binoculars and pulled both of his pistols from his lower back holsters.

He didn’t have a bike yet, so he had to ride bitch on his brother’s bike. They gave each other shit about it like only biological brothers could, but neither of them really minded the arrangement. It was just good having him back on runs with us again. It didn’t feel right to any of us without the full crew together.

“Eat a dick, Yoga. You’re just jealous that—” Buck replied in the latest round of their endless back and forth jabs at one another but was quickly cut off.

“Eyes up. We’ve got movement,” Dunk snapped, pointing to a hidden door opening in the yard. It was the house’s original wine cellar that had apparently become a derelict storage room. Over the many decades it was abandoned and ultimately forgotten about.

Sarah held the door open and made way for Patrick, Billy Bones and a dozen of his guys, armed to the teeth with shotguns and pistols, to storm the mansion. When they were all inside Sarah lingered for a moment to scan the expansive yard to make sure they weren’t spotted.

The moon and diffused lights from the mansion caught her black shimmery dress. Her slim figure and silky brown hair looked incredible. I had to grab my cock to readjust for the sudden rush of blood at the sight of her. It’d been too long since I’d seen her now, and that made me want her more than ever.

It’d been eating at me for awhile now. All I wanted was to tear her away from that fucking laundromat and fuck her brains out. But how could I do that without jeopardizing everything the MC was trying to get accomplished, or Sarah’s safety?

So I bided my time and waited for the right moment to try again. It was agony. That girl was all I could think of. I was becoming obsessed.

“It’s go time, ladies. Nut up,” Dunk barked when the gunfire kicked off inside the mansion. Our pres’ special forces training made him bolt for a closer position before the rest of us could keep up. Dreamer brought up his flank with an assault rifle and the rest of us found cover and waited for the surprised party-goers to come stumbling out.

During most of the work we did for Patrick we were the