Reign (Skulls Renegade #1) Read online

  “I’m Elena”

  “So, what mission are we on tonight Elena?” She winked at me, surveying the bar.

  “I’m looking for some good cock.” Daisy laughed at me, but I wasn’t lying. I was looking for some sex. who said I couldn’t be on assignment and enjoy some mind-blowing sex too?

  “There’s plenty of that around here, sista,” she told me with a grin. Was I irresponsible? Probably, but I hadn’t had sex in two months. Two months of my hormones being jumbled up and being completely unsatisfied.

  Your own hand can only do so much.

  “I don’t think you’re getting any cock, except Reed’s, though,” she commented. Reed. My target. I supposed the prez probably did get dibs on new women unless he already had an Ol’ Lady, but Reed was young for a prez.

  Being with him would be crossing the line a little bit, but….

  “Who’s Reed?” I asked knowing all too well who Reed Michaels was. Daisy pointed to the end of the bar where the man’s eyes were locked to my body. Maybe it was the alcohol, but he looked even hotter now. His black hair was slicked back like an old-school greaser. A few days of not shaving amped up his sex appeal for me. His bulging muscles coming out of that tee, and those tattoos were a major turn on in my book. I felt like I was staring into the eyes of a cover model for Inked.

  “Ah” I chuckle, taking another sip of my drink.

  “What’s your story? I ain’t ever seen you around here,” Daisy questioned politely.

  “I’m new to town, I just came in today,” I admitted, wanting to keep things as authentic as possible. Though, Kristie would probably choke on her morning coffee if she knew I was being so honest and using my own name.

  “You stayin’?” I like her boldness to fish for information. In another life, we probably would’ve been the best of friends.

  “Yeah, I think so. I need a change of scenery. I walked in on my fiancé fucking his secretary. Adios!” I waved my hand up dramatically, taking another sip of my drink. Daisy’s face dropped open. Was that a little too much honesty? At least scorned woman was a part I could play without trying.

  “Girl, I know we just met but what’re we gonna do? Light some shit up? Poison his girl?” I laughed loudly at the poison comment.

  “I handled it,” I added with a wink for effect.

  “I bet ya did sista; I bet ya did!” Daisy stayed quiet for a moment, “Now, let’s get ya some sex!” She said a little too loudly; a few heads turned into my direction. I had to laugh it off because I wouldn’t be mortified by her outburst. I liked this girl; I really liked her.

  Daisy and I chatted for a while; I found out as much about her as I could. It wasn’t much. She was from Baltimore but moved out to Tennessee when she turned eighteen. Daisy had been working at the bar for four years now. “What about you, where you from?”

  “I’m from Texas, but I moved away when I was really young.”

  “Ya look like a Texas girl; everything about cha screams bad ass chick. What’s the saying ‘Don’t mess with Texas’?”

  “You got it!” I wasn’t lying; I am from Texas. Austin specifically, but that was in my past. I left Austin, TX behind when I was seventeen and never looked back. I don’t think I ever will.

  “Babycakes!” A woman shouted from behind us, another one was next to her, sliding onto the two barstools next to me. Daisy greeted both women.

  “That’s Jenna,” Daisy pointed to the brunette, “That’s Michelle,” Daisy pointed to the blonde.

  “And this is Elena; she’s new to town. She moved down here after she found her fiancé cheating on her with his secretary.” Daisy was quick to share the savory piece of gossip. There was nothing better for women to bond over than an asshole cheater.

  “Is this an episode of Days of Our Lives?” Michelle said, her mouth hitting the floor.

  “Nope, just my life” I laughed.

  “We’re on a mission to get Elena laid. I think Reed’s gonna fulfill her needs.”

  Michelle and Jenna both looked past me, to the end of the bar where Reed was sitting. “Mhm!” They both mumbled simultaneously, giggling into their chests.

  “What’s his story?” I asked the ladies while Daisy refilled my drink. “Reed is…”

  “mysterious.”

  “unpredictable.”

  “sexy as hell.”

  “Well damn, not a lot to go on,” I joke, the girls just nod and smile. I’m surprised with the turnout of people that were there on Christmas. It was in the late evening, so maybe they’d all had their own Christmases and then headed to the bar. I wouldn’t know much about that; it was usually Rich and me.

  Now it was just me.

  “Get some music on! I’m dying!” Jenna dramatically clenched her heart. “Tell me it’s not Christmas Carols, though,”

  “Fuck no!” Daisy laughed, she pulled a remote out of a drawer, turning on the music system. “I feel inspired by your situation.”

  A second later, Christina Aguilera’s Fighter came over the speakers. Daisy lined up six shots of tequila in front of us, and I shot back two, and the others disappeared. “Let’s get dancin’ ladies!” Jenna dragged me onto the dancefloor; Daisy and Michelle were right behind us.

  I swayed my hips to the beat, letting loose a little. Nothing could happen to me dancing in a biker bar, at least, nothing I didn’t want to happen. Jenna ground her ass against me. I returned the favor, my hands going over my head, grinding my ass to the beat. “This is about cha girl!” Daisy yelled over the music. I cocked my head back and laughed.

  Hanging around these ladies, I felt like I had known them for years. I was just comfortable with them. They were going to be me in, I just knew it.

  Theory of a Deadman’s Bad Girlfriend came on next. We stayed out on the dance floor grinding up against each other. One by one the girls were met with dancing partners, I closed my eyes, letting the beat guide me. A set of hands went around my hips, a little too close to my hidden treasure than I liked. I flipped around, seeing some blonde douche-face grinding up on me. I tugged myself out of his grasp and walked back to the bar. He grabbed my arm; there was no warning. I loved to be touched by men, but only when I allowed it.

  I closed my fist, meeting it with his face. He groaned in pain, blood coming out of his nose. “You little bitch,” he snapped, taking a few steps towards me. I used the training I learned in Quantico, tucking my leg under his calf, pulling him forward which resulted in flipping Mr. Douche Face flat on his back. I put my foot right over his jewels, pressing lightly. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard that”

  “Apologize to the lady, Butch.”

  I didn’t move; my eyes were locked on Butch’s, my foot slowly applying pressure to his sensitive area.

  “I’m sorry,” Butch said. The shithead looked to me, then to whoever was standing behind me. “Are you, really?” I pressed further onto his balls.

  “Christ! Yes, I’m sorry!” I removed my foot from his area.

  “Butch, don’t fuck with me. You won’t like what you get.”

  I spun around, facing Reed. He was maybe two feet behind me. The look on his face made me feel like I was a steak dinner. I felt like I was on fire. Maybe it was the high from kicking a grown man’s ass, or maybe it’s from the way Reed Michaels was just staring at me.

  I walked right past him, going out the front of the bar to my Mustang. Footsteps were right behind me, “Siren, you aren’t getting away that easy.”

  Siren? That was a new one.

  I took the key to my car out of my purse, looking over to Reed. “Don’t you worry Buttercup, I’ll be back.” I walked out the door, but I was sure he had followed me.

  He had the same look in his eyes. I was dinner, or maybe I was dessert. When a man looks at you with such primal need like that, it’s hard not to get aroused. Reed stepped toward me, his arms went around my body, pinning me to my car. He came closer, his chest brushing against my breasts. His left hand held my hip. Holding me so I wouldn’t move.
His other hand skimmed my skin, starting at my navel, going slowly across my stomach, in between my breasts, to my collarbone and then up my jaw.

  I shouldn’t have liked the way he was touching me. He was my target. It was my job to find out all his dirty secrets and report them to my handler. Then he would probably be in some deep shit.

  But this.

  His hands on me were exhilarating.

  Reed tilted my head and crushed his lips down onto mine. The kiss was demanding, defining. Surprisingly his lips were soft, not calloused like I’d expected from such a man. Electricity surged through both of our bodies, and I gave in, wrapping my arms around his neck.

  I pulled away from him – after all, what the hell was I doing? This is crazy, nuts. I know this is wrong. It’s so beyond the parameters of right and wrong.

  “You’re not getting away that easily, Siren” He repeated, his tone filled with promise, laced with a primal need that I could see in his eyes. His words excited me. I knew everything about Reed Michaels, the notorious MC Prez, yet everything I knew about him was on paper. His words sent fire through my body, he wasn’t making a statement but instead with those words it was a promise. But a promise of what? I had a hunch I was about to find out.

  “You come here, to my bar, in this sexy as hell get up and expect to leave alone?” He asked, trailing a finger over my outfit. I could feel the heat radiating through my thin jersey top; it’s like he was the one fueling my fire, dripping small rounds of gasoline until I’d engulf into flames.

  “Yeah, I do” I snapped back, the kiss we shared threw me off kilter, but how dare he expect anything more from me. I’m many things, but a pushover isn’t one of them.

  “I’m leaving alone,” I told him, staring deep into those dangerously dark eyes of his. Those eyes that had me dripping wet the moment I walked into Bubba’s. Damn him, and his amazingly good looks. He looked me over, up and down, lingering over my breasts a moment longer than he should have. His smirk confirmed that he wanted me to see him ogling over me.

  He took a step closer to me; his chest grazed my breasts yet again, I could feel his breath hitting the top of my forehead. I was nervous – and I’m never fucking nervous. Something about him excited me and terrified me at the same time. He slides his hand under my jaw and tilts my face up, so I’m staring up at him, right into those eyes of his. “Tonight will be the only night you leave alone” I opened my mouth to counter back, to tell him to fuck off, that I’d be leaving alone, however, many times I wanted but suddenly his lips were crushing over mine. I moaned into the kiss, not trying to encourage him but the way those velvety lips came over mine, demanding more from me, wanting more from me – I was toast.

  He’s a man who takes what he wants, he doesn’t ask, he takes and that, well that lights up my fire like nothing else.

  Reed slid his greedy hands over me, lifting me into his arms. I didn’t object, knowing that I should. I want him as much as he wants me. I heard the click of my car door opening; then I was leaning backward. He turned quickly to shut the car door, leaning over me, staring into my eyes

  “So, how’s this gonna go Siren? You gonna act like you don’t want my cock inside you when I’ve seen the way you been starin’ all night long? Or are you gonna make it easy on both of us and accept the hard fuck imma ‘bout to give ya” I should have hated the way he was speaking to me, I don’t know what the hell is going on in my mind – I’m so turned on by him.

  This is crossing a line, a big red line marked with white ink that says, ‘there’s no turning back.' Dammit, all to hell, I’m crossing that big line, and I’m going to enjoy it.

  “Would you quit your yapping and give me the hard fuck we both want?” I said to him, somehow finding the confidence I didn’t know I had. I worked my way to my pants, hooking my fingers under them, sliding them slowly down my legs until I tossed them on the floor. He watched, licking his bottom lip as I entertained him. It was dark, yet still bright enough that I could make out his features.

  He didn’t speak for a moment; I was wondering if I was even going to get fucked. “Shirt too” I did as he directed, sliding my shirt off, tossing it onto the floor of the car. I had removed my bra before he asked for that as well. When we were kissing like horny teenagers outside of the car, I thought I saw the hunger in his eyes, but that was nothing compared to the crazed animal I see before me right now. He’s the lion, and I’m the gazelle.

  Without warning, he trailed his hand up my leg and slid two fingers inside me. It should’ve hurt; it didn’t, I was dripping wet for him. The entire night of staring at him, thinking what it would be like if he fucked me, the banter outside my car, he’s primed me like no other. “All this for me baby?” He leaned over me, his voice coming out as a husky growl. I didn’t speak, debating internally if I should, or if I should just keep my mouth shut.

  “I asked you a question. I expect to hear an answer” His voice was firm, demanding. He curled his fingers up against my g-spot and pushed, circling his thumb around my clit. I writhed underneath him, a small whimper escaping my lips. “Answer.”

  “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about you fucking me all night” I admitted, staring at him as hungrily as he’s been staring at me.

  “How am I fucking you?”

  “You take me from behind, slamming your cock into my pussy, pulling my hair until I cry out in pleasure” I have no problem admitting what I want. After being with Dick for so long and not having my needs met, I’m not afraid to demand the pleasure that I know I deserve.

  He chuckled at my response, crushing his lips down onto mine, working his hand inside my pussy, circling my clit until I was right on edge and the bastard knew it too. He pulled his fingers from me, flipped me over, so my knees were on the leather of the car seat. I heard the foil packet ripping, waiting as he sheathed himself, needing him inside me. I ached for him, for the closeness, for the release that he just denied me. In one swift movement, he was crashing into me. I was drenched for him, but he was huge. A moan slipped past my lips, I clenched onto the leather of the seat, biting my bottom lip, waiting for it to pass. “Give it a minute baby” He whispered, rocking back and forth into me, I could feel myself stretching to accommodate his size with every movement, the initial shock of pain turning into pleasure.

  “Fuck, you’re the tightest woman I’ve ever been with” He groaned out, his movements increasing. With every thrust he hit my g-spot, making me cry out in pleasure. He dug his hands into my hip with each thrust. I knew I’d have bruises from how hard he was fucking me. I didn’t care. Within minutes I was coming around him, it was so much better than I pictured.

  Crossing the line has never felt so damn good.

  Chapter 3

  Elena

  The next thing I knew three weeks had passed by, and it was Monday morning, three minutes before 10:00. I’d learned a few things about Skulls Renegade. I’m good at sneaking around, so sneak, I did.

  It didn’t take long for Reed to take me to the clubhouse. I’d been staying there the past few nights. One time with Reed turned into two, and two turned into ten, and here I am now. There were a few minutes in the day where I was left alone. Between the sneaking and the chatting with the ladies, I’d learned a bit.

  There was a shipment of women coming in, and Daisy told me that it’s not what I would think. Apparently, Skulls Renegade would buy women from traffickers and give them new lives. They didn’t force them into prostitution. They built lives for them. They saved them from a worse fate.

  My phone rang, the caller ID stating it was Kris.

  “Hey, Mamacita!” Kris didn’t respond to me. “Everything’s going great if that’s why you’re calling.”

  “Is it, really?” Kris growled, not taking to my cheery attitude at all. “How great is it going? Or is it great because you’re sleeping with your target?”

  “Oh, so that’s why you’re in a pissy mood,” I replied tartly.

  “Damn straight, Elena! What the fuck is wrong
with you?!”

  “It’s given me an in, so don’t get shitty until I tell you what I know.”

  “Spill.” I knew Kristie would cave after I had a story to tell. She always did. That was the whole point of my assignment.

  “Your informant is blowing bubbles out their ass,” I began dramatically. “They don’t put women into prostitution. They save them from it. Skulls purchases the women from traffickers. They give them new identities, money, resources to start their lives over.”

  “You’re shitting me.”

  “Afraid not.”

  “How do you know this?” Kristie was hooked now, and I felt a small bit triumphant.

  “I’m good, that’s how. I’ll call you in a couple of days.” I disconnected the call, clearing the history from the cell. I didn’t want any more lectures about my choices now.

  I knew it wasn’t normal that I was sleeping with my target. Hell, I didn’t even know if any of my comrades had ever slept with their targets. I probably wasn’t the first, but I felt at least a little guilty.

  I felt guilty because I knew what I was there to do: to take down this club. Although, given the information that I had, it may not have had to happen. If they really were helping these women, then the bureau should let them and not take away the small percentage of good just for a tally mark on the board.

  I’d worked with too many members of the bureau that were like that, and I sure as hell wouldn’t be one of them. If I found the proof that they were helping women, I wouldn’t stay on the assignment. It’s wrong to help bring down an MC that’s trying to help people. Especially when so many others only aim to destroy everything.

  I’ve had my fair share of destruction by another MC.

  “Siren!” Reed popped out from his adjoining bathroom. We didn’t do much besides having sex, eat and sleep. I was okay with that, though.

  “Buttercup,” I toyed with him, a small smirk came across my face.