Free Hard Roads by Lily White

Considering he was about as disfigured as they come, that was saying something. Ever since the motherfucker lost his girl, he’s fought like he’s begging to meet the reaper. The only problem is there wasn’t a son of a bitch out there that could take him. A thought came to me and like a dumbass, I decided to open my mouth.
    “Well, that would explain the sudden shoot out I got to take part in on my way to this dive. By any chance, did Scooter ever make it back to the chapter house?”
    The seconds of silence answered my question before John could. “No. I thought he was with you.”
    Fuck.
    “I sent him home after he almost cost us the girl with his fucking stupidity. She laid him out flat with a tire iron and I got to chase her ass down because of it. Gave him his bike to ride back when I took her car heading towards the truck that was left for me near the border.”
    Seconds of silence turned into minutes until the sound of Big John’s fist could be heard crashing into whatever objects he could find. “Are you fucking with me, JD? Tell me you’re fucking with me.”
    “I ain’t fucking with you man. I’m too pretty for your fat ass.” Yeah, sometimes the sarcasm dripped out before my brain could stop it. The small cut didn’t seem to bother him though. He was too fixated on the fact that one of his brothers hadn’t reported back to camp.
    “Be at Diablo’s tomorrow. You hear me? Don’t fuck this up.”
    The phone went dead and I threw it on the desk, knocking the mirror and my last lines onto the floor.
    Looking back at Holly, I realized that this little girl’s life was about to get seriously fucked up, but it wasn’t my score to settle. Her daddy had apparently left her in one hell of mess and there was no way I would get involved. My freedom was so close and there wasn’t a damn thing I’d let happen that could fuck it up.
    Settling back in my chair, I continued looking at her until my eyes were too fucking tired to stay open any longer. Reaching into my bag, I grabbed a pair of cuffs I’d also brought for the job. After climbing into bed beside her, I locked one cuff around her bound wrist and one over my wrist. She was a shifty bitch and couldn’t be trusted, which, oddly, only made me like her more.

Chapter Eight
    ~ Holly ~

    Almost immediately when I woke up, I tried to pull my arm to myself, but found that it was attached to a 200 pound dead weight in the bed next to me. Cracking open my eyes, I blinked him into focus, studying the features of his face before looking down to admire the strong cut of his muscles along his chest and abdomen. He still had his jeans on and I was thankful for that. Memories of the night before flooded my thoughts and a small shiver ran along my skin to remember the three fucking orgasms the man had forced through me.
    No. I don’t feel shame for what I did and if you want to judge me for it, you need to take a look in the mirror and think of your own transgressions in life before you do. When you grow up in a MC, it isn’t easy to forget that women have a strange hold over men. I’ve seen too many fucking fights over some club bitch that wanted to play the brothers against each other. Men can’t use their brain when their blood is in their cock and I was attempting to take advantage of that fact with JD. It didn’t matter that I hated him. I ended up hating every other man after I’d fucked him, I didn’t see the difference in hating the man beforehand either. It just saved me the in-between part and the heartache of being betrayed in some way.
    Unfortunately, however, it didn’t work. Even drunk and freshly fucked, he wasn’t stupid enough to untie me.
    My bladder screamed suddenly and I rolled over wishing I could go to the bathroom. Rolling back in his direction, I tried to hold it, but the more I moved, the worse it became. Within minutes I was squeezing my legs together, terrified that something was going to slip out. Not able to take it any longer,