(Dixie Reapers MC)
Motorcycle Club Romance, Age Gap, Suspense
Date Published: January 26, 2024
Galina – All my life I’ve been taught to obey men without
question, but when I find out my father has offered my hand in marriage to
Dima, a man who’s already killed two women, I know I’ve had
enough. The Vor offers me a chance to run, and I take it. Living with the
Dixie Reapers MC was supposed to be temporary. When I see one of the club
girls harassing Python, I step in. Maybe I shouldn’t have. I never
thought something so simple would become a complicated situation.
Python – All I wanted was to enjoy the single life forever.
Didn’t matter if the pretty little Russian caught my eye. I
wasn’t the type to settle down. Then she went and claimed me in front
of a club girl. The officers in my club are having far too much fun with
this. I’d planned to keep her at arm’s length — until I found
out she was in danger. With trouble breathing down her neck, I don’t
have a choice. I’ll make her mine in every way that matters. Anyone
dares to touch her, even the Bratva, and I’ll bury them.
WARNING: Python is intended for readers 18+ due to adult situations,
language, and violence.
EXCERPT
Python
I didn’t know what the hell the club officers were thinking. Yeah, I
knew the club had agreed to work with the Bratva when it came to helping
women in distress. I got it. They had my support one hundred percent. But
I’d thought we’d give them money, a new identity, and move them
along. So, why was this girl still here? In the past year, none of the women
had stayed longer than a night or two.
“What crawled up your ass?” Sticks asked.
We’d both patched in at the same time and had started prospecting
together as well. It had taken both of us a week or two to stop using our
real names around each other. There were times I still thought of him as
Will.
I pointed to the Russian girl. “Why is she still here?”
“You’d have to ask Grimm, or more accurately, his wife. Oksana
took a liking to Galina. It’s why she’s over there so
much.”
“Isn’t this just asking for trouble? It’s no secret
Oksana is here, or that we know where her mother and sister are located.
What if someone in the Bratva comes nosing around? Oksana might be
protected, but Galina isn’t.”
Sticks smacked me on the back. “Well, unless you’re
volunteering…”
Hell no. The last thing I needed was a woman. My gaze strayed to her again.
I had to admit she was pretty. Not gorgeous or even what I would call
beautiful. For some reason, there was still an innocence to her. How the
hell she’d grown up around the Bratva and not come out the other side
jaded was beyond me.
“Don’t let Wire and Lavender see you eying her like
that,” Sticks said. “You know what happens when they even get a
whiff of interest from one of us.”
I nearly shuddered. Yeah, that was the last thing I wanted to happen. I
tore my gaze away from Galina and went into the clubhouse. A cold beer was
exactly what I needed.
In the past year or two, a lot of changes had occurred not only here, but
with other clubs we called family or friends. Most had done away with the
club whores or set up a separate building for family events since so many
brothers were settling down. It made sense. If I did have a wife and kid, I
wouldn’t want them in the same space those dumb bitches spread their
legs.
As for the Dixie Reapers, this building was the one place you could still
find a woman. At least, after Wire and Lavender vetted them. Anyone wanting
to hang with us went through a background check these days. Too many little
ones running around to risk letting the wrong sort of person in. It had
happened too often already.
I grabbed a cold bottle of my favorite beer from behind the bar and sat at
a nearby table. Only two women were here at the moment, and I didn’t
want anything to do with either of them. Anna was the least clingy of the
two. Once I’d told her I wasn’t interested, she’d mostly
left me alone. Unless she thought I was drunk enough to give her a shot. The
other… Penny was a menace. The woman always latched on and
wouldn’t let go.
I’d no sooner thought her name than she spotted me and headed over.
If I wasn’t trying to keep away from Galina outside, I’d have
left the building like my ass was on fire. Anything to avoid the bitch who
wanted a property cut. And yeah, we all knew what her end game was, even if
she denied it. We could see it in her eyes.
“Did you come here to see me?” she asked, leaning toward me.
The woman practically shoved her tits in my face, and I barely dodged.
“Nope. Wanted a beer.”
She batted her eyes. “You could have had one of those at home. You
know you don’t have to be shy. I’ll give you anything you
want.”
I’d bet she would, and probably something else I most certainly
didn’t want or need right now. A baby in her belly. Bitch was crazy as
fuck, and I wouldn’t put it past her to get pregnant on purpose. I
finished my beer and got up to use the bathroom, hoping she’d be gone
when I got back. No such luck. She’d not only made herself
comfortable, but she’d gotten two beers. The way she licked at one of
them told me it was hers. And if it hadn’t been, it was now.
I stared at the open bottles. We always cautioned women not to accept open
containers. Someone at the Hades Abyss had learned not too long ago men
needed to be wary too. Cotton had gotten screwed over and still hadn’t
recovered from what happened.
“I didn’t spit in it,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Wasn’t my concern.”
She huffed and took the bottle. After swallowing a mouthful, she handed it
back to me. “Not poisoned either.”
Fine. I might very well regret this later, but I didn’t want to make
a big deal out of it. Slayer and Royal were both across the room. Last thing
I needed was them calling me a little bitch or some shit. I drank the beer
quickly, then stood.
“I’m afraid I’m not good company today.” I made my
way to the front door. Partway there, the room started to tilt and spin.
What the fuck?
I stumbled out onto the porch and down the steps. The entire world looked
like I’d entered a funhouse tunnel. Shaking my head, I tried to make
sense of where I was. The line of bikes blurred and I couldn’t tell
one from another.
A small hand gripped mine and I started to shake it off, until I heard the
soft Russian accent.
“Let me help you.”
Galina. I let her lead me away, but we didn’t make it far before I
heard Penny yelling out my name.
“Wait for me, Python!”
Galina put her lips near my ear and spoke in a low voice. “Do you
want to wait for her?”
“No.”
She gave a nod and helped me walk a little farther. I hadn’t realized
it before, but the car the club had given her sat at the end of the row of
bikes. I didn’t know why she’d parked there, but right now I was
grateful.
“Hey, bitch! Where are you taking my man?” Penny
screamed.
Galina stopped and I felt her turn. She didn’t release me. Only
switched to her other hand, as if she worried I might fall. She wasn’t
wrong. At any moment I could land on my ass. Although, I didn’t think
the pint-size woman was going to be able to hold me up.
“Your man?” she asked. She spit out a string of Russian that
sounded like she was cussing the woman out and I couldn’t hold back my
smile. Even though I felt like shit, I had to admit I liked seeing this side
of Galina. “He’s not yours. He’ll never be
yours.”
Penny sputtered, and it sounded like she was coming closer. Galina managed
to get me to her car and into the passenger seat. She slammed the door about
the time Penny stopped beside her. I couldn’t hear what Galina was
saying, but I could tell from the tone she was pissed. She lit into Penny,
and if I hadn’t thought I might pass out or throw up, I’d have
found it hysterical. She’d done the one thing I hadn’t been able
to. Mostly because I’d have felt like shit. Although, now that I was
certain the bitch had drugged me, I wouldn’t hold back. In fact, once
this passed, I was going to talk to the Pres and get that woman booted
permanently.
Galina got into the car and backed up. Penny ran around to put herself in
front, and Galina revved the engine. I heard the tires spin right before the
car shot forward. My eyes felt so heavy they slid shut, and I missed the
look on Penny’s face. Galina didn’t slow for a few minutes. My
house was toward the back of the compound, and the moment she came to a
stop, I knew she’d brought me home.
She shut off the car and I heard her get out. She opened my door and placed
her hand on my arm.
“Can you stand?” she asked. “Should I get
help?”
Oh fuck no. “My brothers will laugh if they know about
this.”
Shit. That’s right. If I told the Pres, then… I’d have
to think about it tomorrow. Right now, I wasn’t sure how much longer
I’d stay coherent, or able to stand. Galina helped me from the car,
and we walked up to my door. I couldn’t seem to get my keys out of my
pocket.
I felt her hand slide in and grasp the keyring, but it wasn’t all she
touched. Groaning as my cock went rock-hard, I wondered if I’d just
been dumped straight into hell. She froze and I could feel her staring at
me, even if I couldn’t manage to open my eyes.
“Sorry,” I muttered.
She pulled out my keys and got the door open. I tripped over the threshold
and barely stayed upright. Her small hand grasped mine tightly as she led
the way through my home. It was almost as if she knew exactly where she was
going. When we reached my bedroom, I sank onto the side of the bed, and she
kneeled at my feet. Fuck if that didn’t screw with my drug-addled
brain.
She set my boots beside the nightstand, then helped me get my cut off. I
tried to watch her, but the world was spinning too much. Closing my eyes, I
fell back on the mattress. My legs still hung off the side, but I
didn’t care.
“Python, what happened? Should I get someone?”
“Drugged.” At least, I tried to say it. Not sure how it sounded
to her. I could tell my words slurred and my tongue felt heavy. What the
hell had Penny planned to accomplish with me in this state? Then again,
I’d gotten hard when Galina brushed against my cock. It seemed that
part of me worked, even if the rest didn’t.
She did her best to get me all the way onto the bed, and I heard her
panting for breath when she’d finished. I didn’t know what Penny
had dosed me with, so I had no clue how long this would last. The thought of
lying here alone, unable to even get up if I needed to puke or take a piss,
bothered me. That bitch was going to pay when I got through this.
“Stay,” I said, or tried to. Galina seemed to understand. I
felt the bed dip as she sat beside me.
My movements were clumsy, but I managed to pull her down beside me. I
attempted to wrap my arm around her, to hold her closer, but failed
miserably. She sighed and inched closer.
“When I thought of my first time in bed with a man, this wasn’t
what I had in mind,” she said.
My head felt too foggy for her words to really sink in. First time? Wait.
“Virgin?”
She buried her face against my side. “Stop. Don’t make fun of
me.”
Before I could say anything else, the darkness started to pull me
under.
About the Author
Harley Wylde is an accomplished author known for her captivating MC
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