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South of Satan MC: A few members made a brief appearance in Beyond Reckless. We don’t know much about them or what their intentions are.

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OTHER MC TERMINOLOGY

Most terminology was obtained through research. However, I have also used some artistic license in applying these terms to my romanticized, fictional version of an Outlaw Motorcycle Club.

Cage: A car, truck, van, basically anything other than a motorcycle.

Church: Club meetings all full patch members must attend. Led by the president of the club, but officers will update the members on the areas they oversee.

Citizen: Anyone not a hardcore biker or belonging to an outlaw club. “Citizen Wife” would refer to a spouse kept entirely separate from the club.

Cut: Leather vest worn by outlaw bikers. Adorned with patches and artwork displaying the club’s unique colors. The Lost Kings’ colors are blue and gray. Their logo is a skull with a crown.

Colors: The “uniform” of an outlaw motorcycle gang. A leather vest, with the three-piece club patch on the back, and various other patches relating to their role in the club. Colors belong to the club and are held sacred by all members.

Dressers: Slang for a motorcycle “dressed up” with hard saddle bags and other accessories. It’s designed for long-distance riding.

Fly Colors: To ride on a motorcycle wearing colors.

Mother Chapter: First chapter of the club.

Muffler Bunny: Club girl who hangs around to provide sexual favors to members.

Nomad: A club member who does not belong to any specific charter, yet has privileges in all charters. Nomads go anywhere to take care of business, usually at the request of the club president.

Old Lady/Ol’ Lady: Wife or steady girlfriend of a club member. Has nothing to do with her age.

Out Bad: The shorthand way of saying a club member has been kicked out of the club for some kind of betrayal. Someone who is “out bad” might be in hiding from the club.

Patched In: When a new member is approved for full membership.

Patch Holder: A member who has been vetted through performing duties for the club as a prospect or probate and has earned his three-piece patch.

Property Patch: When a member takes a woman as his Old Lady (wife status), he gives her a vest with a property patch. In my series, the vest has a "Property of Lost Kings MC” patch and the member’s road name on the back. The officers also place their patches on the ol’ lady’s vest as a sign they have agreed to always have her back. Her man’s patch or club symbol is placed over the heart.

Road Name: Nickname. Usually given by the other members.

RUB: Slang for Rich Urban Biker. A term generally used by real bikers to describe a person who rides an expensive motorcycle on weekends and never very far. A poser.

Run: A club-sanctioned outing, sometimes with other chapters and/or clubs. Can also refer to a club business run.

Dedication

It hurts the most to lose the impossible.

One

Zero

The all-I-can-fuck pussy buffet known as my life lost its shine a long time ago. Bikers are all about free and easy sex. And I’ll admit, I’ve overindulged my dick’s desires for years.

And years.

For instance, I slept with a woman on each side of me last night, yet wake up feeling utterly alone.

All I ever think about is another woman. Not even the one I should probably be thinking about, my non-girlfriend, Stella.

Nope, another woman. One in particular. One who slipped through my fingers almost three years ago.

Lilly.

I hate that fucking name.

Thankfully, it’s not all that common.

You know what else isn’t common? Beautiful brunettes, with long hair, long legs, big tits, and soul-wrenching brown eyes. A voice with the ability to harden my dick whether she’s telling me about her job or whispering dirty intentions in my ear. That woman is a goddamn mermaid—rare, beautiful, and slippery as fuck.

A mermaid can’t be replaced. Not that I was trying to do that by starting something with my unavailable, not-girlfriend. Stella, the porn star who isn’t interested in slowing down her career so we can be exclusive.

Which is how I ended up in bed with these two chicks last night.

Thoroughly disgusted with myself, I’m trying to figure out just how big of an asshole it makes me to wake these girls up and kick them out of my room. Whoever helped them find their way to our MC’s clubhouse last night can take them home.

Someone knocks on my bedroom door. Hopefully that will solve my dilemma for me.

A quick glance at the clock motivates me out of bed even faster. It’s later than I usually start my day. Ziggy and Zipper need their morning run. Relying on one of my brothers to take care of the dogs is risky at best.

I slip into a pair of shorts, open the door, and find Hope on the other side, nervously biting her lip and wringing her hands.

“What’s wrong, Hope?”

Finding my president’s wife outside my bedroom door isn’t a regular occurrence, so obviously something must be wrong.

“Where’s Grace?” I ask, looking for my niece.

She tilts her head toward the suite she and Rock shared before they moved out of the MC’s clubhouse and into their own home on the club’s property. “With Rock. She needed some Daddy time after our shopping spree.”

“Can I see her?” Spending time with Grace is a sure way to lift the black cloud that settled over me the moment I woke up.

“Of course you can,” she answers in her sweet, good-natured way. Never thought when I met her, she’d be the best president’s ol’ lady this club’s ever known. The briefest smile flickers over her lips. “Sparky and Ravage just took the dogs for a run. Or rather, the dogs took them…” Her voice trails off and she steps back, averting her eyes.

A second later, I understand what made Hope so uncomfortable.

Warm fingers trail up my side and wet lips tickle my ear. “You’re not coming back to bed?” one of the girls asks. Tanya? Tanisha? Shelby? Shawna? Fuck, I can’t remember either of their names.

A second set of hands roam over my back and soft giggles roll out of her. “Come back to bed,” she coos. The syrupy voice makes my skin crawl. “We’re not done with you.”

“Sorry, things to do.” Yeah, I’m irritated, but I’m not gonna take it out on either of them. Not their fault I’m an asshole. I glance back at Hope. “Give me a second?”

“Sure.”

I push the door closed, but don’t shut it all the way. Don’t want the girls to get the wrong idea. By the time I turn around, they’re both pulling on their tiny, stretchy dresses.

“You sure we can’t convince you?” one girl asks with a big, fake pout that makes her look like a deranged duck.

“Love to, but I can’t.”

“Well, thanks for the good time,” the second girl says. “Next weekend?”

“We’ll see.” That’s as good as a hell no from me and I think they both know it. They snatch their shoes up and march to the door.

“Hi, Hope,” one of the girls says.

“Morning, Staci, hey, Tyra,” Hope answers.

Well, at least I had the first letters right.

“Swan’s about to serve lunch if you want to help her out,” Hope suggests.

Hope has to be the only old lady I’ve ever known to greet two club whores so politely while putting them to work.

The smile Hope gives me after the girls leave is both sweet and sad. Fuck if shame doesn’t slither through my gut at the way she found me this morning. I bury my embarrassment with a crooked smile and sling my arm over her shoulders. Leaning in, I trace my finger over the crinkly spot between her eyebrows. “What put that frown there, First Lady?” I ask as I walk her down the hall.

“Uh. Well…” she hedges.

Shit, maybe today’s the day she’ll finally tell me how disgusting I am.

Inst

ead, she slides her arm around me as we enter the bedroom. Rock’s sitting on the bed with the baby and glances up, narrowing his eyes at how close we’re standing to each other. Which is crazy. Hope doesn’t have eyes for anyone but Rock. And to me, she’s a sister. Someone I’d die to protect, but don’t have a single urge to fuck.

Rock shoots a look to Hope and I don’t miss the slight head shake she gives him in return.

I walk over and hold out my arms for the baby. “Can I say hi?”

Right after Grace was born, the two of them went through this weird phase where they didn’t want anyone else holding her. They’ve moved past it, so Rock’s hesitance to hand Grace over surprises me. He relents and I take her, rocking her side to side. She’s a sweet, quiet baby. Totally different from Heidi’s daughter. She reaches up, tickling my cheek with her tiny fingers. “Hi baby,” I say softly.

Grace smiles and coos, and I tickle her tummy. “Were you out shopping with Mommy?”

She kicks her legs and babbles more playful noises.

“So, what’s up?” When I glance at Hope again, I swear she’s got tears in her pretty green eyes. “Are you okay?”

She spent a lot of time hormonal and teary when she was pregnant, which honestly just made me want to do whatever I could to make her happy. But her weepy phase has passed. At least I thought it had.

Maybe they’re about to announce another baby is on the way? Although, why they’d tell me first doesn’t make a lot of sense.

Rock stands and wraps his hand around his wife’s, giving her a gentle nudge.

“I ran into Lilly,” she says finally.

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