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  “I know what?!” I yell at him from across the room. For fuck’s sake, I’m not a mind reader.

  “Needles, god damn. What the fuck is going on with you and Needles, and do I need to be worried about this shit messing with the movies? Like, I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to play this shit, Flora. I’m not tryin’ to piss off a brother.”

  I can’t tell if he’s serious, or if he’s fucking around with me right now. “Is this some sort of joke?”

  “When the fuck, have I ever joked about business?” King retorts, removing his sunglasses. He’s the type of man who wears his sunglasses indoors, which is stupid to me, but to each their own.

  I shake my head, annoyed I’m even being asked this question. I shrug my shoulders as I fill him in, “I don’t know what you want me to say. He and I have been hanging out with each other a lot.”

  “Hanging out? Don’t you mean fucking?”

  “The last thing I remember, you never mandated my sexual life. Unless that’s in the contract and I didn’t know about it.”

  “I’m asking you the same shit I’d ask any other talent we have working for the production company.”

  “Are you though? I mean, really? Or is this because Needles is one of your biker brothers?” I blink rapidly at King as I await his answer and if you ask me, his silence is his answer.

  “I’m not lookin’ to start any shit with my brothers unless I have to. So, you see why I’m treading a little more lightly. If you were fuckin’ some random dude who wasn’t in the club I wouldn’t give a shit, but this is different.”

  “So, you are admitting you’re treating me differently.” I’ve caught him red handed and he can’t backtrack now. There’s nothing he can say that’ll make me think any differently.

  “Dammit,” King throws his hands up in the air, “I’m tryin’ not to step on anyone’s toes here. Yours or his. You went from barely standin’ each other to hangin’ around one another at every possible moment, so excuse me for makin’ sure I don’t get my ass beat. Are you two together or what? ‘Cause I’m not gonna fuck another man’s woman, especially not one of my brothers.”

  God, I’m so livid. King has no right to be saying any of this shit to me. Needles and I are just hanging out, enjoying one another’s company. We haven’t said crap about the two of us being an item or anything like that. If we had that discussion, I would’ve told King, but since there’s nothing to tell, I haven’t said a damn thing.

  “Let me make this abundantly clear for you, okay? Needles does not own me because I’m not an item. You see that stapler over there? You own that ‘cause you went to the fucking store and bought it. Even if we were together, filming porn is my job. He would have to accept that I work, and fucking people is my job. Catch my drift, or do I need to go on?”

  King raises his hands in defeat, “Fine, whatever. But out of respect, I’m only going to pair you with women for a while. Just in case . . . I don’t wanna step on toes, Flora, and I need you to respect that. You feel me?”

  As much as I want to bitch King out right now, I know he’s only doing what’ll keep his relationship with Needles solid . . . but I’m frustrated as hell and I’m not going to hide it. I leave the studio without saying a fucking word to him, hoping I’m proving my point.

  Chapter Nineteen

  You turned the page. I burned the book

  ~ Quotes ‘Nd Notes

  Needles

  “Fuckin’ women, as much as I try, I’ll never understand their asses,” King grumbles, walkin’ in the front door to the clubhouse. I’m at the bar nursing a whiskey on the rocks, and Judge shoots me a concerned look.

  “Who pissed in your cereal?” I ask, taking another sip as I turn to face him.

  King scoffs, “Ask your girl.”

  “My girl?” I’m sure he’s talkin’ about Flora, but her and I haven’t made anything official. Honestly, I’ve been conflicted as fuck. I’m the one here who has the power to make her my ol’ lady, to make this shit official. It’s in my corner, and I’m doin’ exactly what I told her not to do. I preached to her about not worrying about the past or the future, yet the way we fought before still lingers in my mind.

  “Flora,” King rolls his eyes, comes up to the bar and Sly pours him a whiskey too. “Don’t even act like you two aren’t shit, ‘cause everyone here knows not to touch her. It’s kinda hard for me when it’s my job to fuckin’ film porn with them. She and I were supposed to film today, but I didn’t give her script to her earlier this week and ended up tellin’ her I’m only pairing her with women for the time being until you make up your damn mind.”

  I narrow my eyes in on him and set my drink down on the bar. “What the fuck did you say?”

  “Make up your damn mind, brother. Either you want her, or you don’t, but don’t go fuckin’ up what we’ve got goin’ on with the porn production. We’re doin’ well and I’m not lookin’ to fuck that shit up. Flora and I have more hits than any of the other girls and I want to keep makin’ more profit, you feel me?”

  I blink at him a couple times. I know King is all about makin’ money for the club . . . but it really feels like he wants more of Flora too. I mean, it’s his job as treasurer to keep the club profitable, but I know a hungry dog when I see one, and King wants her.

  “Make stellar movies with someone else, man. It’s not that fuckin’ hard,” I grit, pick my whiskey up and down the rest of it. Anger rushes through me and I’m tryin’ like hell to not lose my shit. Doesn’t mean holdin’ my fist back is easy, ‘cause it’s not.

  “What’re you tryin’ to say, brother?” King questions and Sly lets out a whistle and steps back, knowing shit’s about to go down depending on how I answer this question.

  I look back to King and stare him dead in the face. “I’m sayin’ I’m gonna claim Flora and I’m makin’ it obvious as fuck. So, keep your cock out of my girl, King. I don’t give a fuck if she works with women, but the only man sinking his cock into her is going to be me. I’ll shoot videos if you need some content with her. I’ll shoot threesomes with another woman if she’s cool with that.”

  “Am I hallucinating or did you really just say what I think you said?” Flora’s voice rings out from behind me and I instantly stand up, turn and head in her direction.

  “I did, as long as it’s what you want.” I stare her dead in the eyes and watch for either her to become excited, or to be done with my ass and tell me to go fuck myself.

  Flora’s chest rises and falls and the room grows incredibly quiet. I’m about to ask her again when she finally opens her mouth, “I thought you were gonna tell me to go fuck myself at some point.” Her words come out in a ridiculous giggle, something I’ve never heard from her before. She puts her hands on her knees and busts out into laughter, looking happier than I’ve seen her in the last couple weeks.

  It makes my heart swell with pride, and it shows me that there’s a compassionate, beautiful, caring woman deep down that no one ever had the chance to really know. It could be our similarities that have made us get really close. I mean, Flora’s past and my experience with Sarah . . . how small of a world could it be for two people to find each other that’ve been through shit like us? It’s some romance novel shit if you ask me, but I’m here for it, and I’m hopin’ Flora is gonna accept it. If not, we’ll keep doin’ what we’re doin’ until I can convince the woman that we’re right for each other. She’s stubborn as hell, and it’s one of those things I’m growin’ to love about her.

  “Well, that shit ain’t happenin’, so, what’s it gonna be, little girl?”

  “You sure you want to do this? I mean, isn’t it a big deal to claim a woman or whatever?” Flora doesn’t know everything about the club lifestyle, but she’s learning a lot about it. I’m sure there are a few things I’ll have to teach her about, but for the most part she understands it.

  “Damn straight it is,” I confirm, walkin’ closer to her. I take her hand in mine and give it a squeeze. “So, what’s
it gonna be? You gonna crush my dreams and break my heart, or you gonna make me one of the happiest fuckers in here?”

  She pushes her lips over in a contemplative manner, but quickly smiles. “I was gonna fuck with you a bit but I can’t. I’m too happy. Looks like I’m your pain in the ass now.”

  Dammit. I know I said she was gonna make me one of the happiest guys in here, but I lied, she’s just gone and made me the happiest fucker in here. I don’t expect shit to be perfect with Flora, but I know for a fact it’ll be damn close.

  Epilogue

  In life, some chapters have to be turned to be burned.

  ~ Quotes ‘Nd Notes

  Needles

  Two Months Later . . .

  I’ve never been the type of man to go searching for things, and maybe that’s why shit with Flora has worked so well. I’m a lowkey type of guy, believing if shit is gonna happen then it’ll happen. After all, that’s how I met Sarah. It was purely a situation of circumstance and the same goes with Flora if you ask me.

  She’s still shooting porn and luckily what I asked her to do is working out well. It wasn’t an ultimatum by any means, but out of respect for our relationship . . . I knew I couldn’t have her as my ol’ lady and know she was getting another man’s dick. It just wouldn’t happen and I’d likely end up killing King in the process.

  We’ve shot a few movies, even a follow-up to the teacher one because it was a big hit. I always enjoy burying my cock in her, but when we get to play different people it’s fun as fuck. I enjoy being that naughty, dirty, motherfucker who wants to take the bitch in front of him. Then again, I’m not so different than the roles I play.

  Mario is still out in the shed and I plan on making him pay until the day I want to end his life. I’m in complete control of what I plan on doing with him, and I haven’t made up my mind yet. If you ask me two months doesn’t seem like nearly enough time. He should be suffering for years for what he did to Flora, and God knows how many others. I just have a feeling like Flora wasn’t the only one. How could she be when men like her uncle cross the wrong people all the time?

  Over the course of the last couple months she’s been a bit more open about what happened to her in Venezuela, from the time she was a little girl to when she was captured. I constantly tell her the past is in the past, but she’s made it a point that I understand her past turned her into the strong-willed woman she is today. I’ve heard enough about what he did to her that would make a grown man throw up, so the fact she endured it all and still has somewhat of a normal life baffles me to the core.

  Now here we are in mid-October, and she’s decorating the restaurant with glittery skulls, fake spiders and cobwebs, little ribbon banners, and so much more. The grand opening was a massive success and we managed to get on all of the food delivery platforms as well. The first night I came out here I was really shocked by the food they were serving up, but Maia dropped it that she went to culinary school and has been teaching some of the new hires how to cook things the right way, to not only pack in the flavor but make the customers want to come back for more. Here we’re not just a bar, we’re an experience.

  Things are getting really chill here at the clubhouse, but we’re still digging around to find out why Marcus met with the Beasts of Brutality MC. We know it’s personal, and we’ll act when the time is right. Speaking of acting when the time is right, Gamble is sending Ravage and I to the Ukraine in two weeks. We’ll finally get Konstantin and make sure he doesn’t hurt another child the way he did to Ace. We’ve waited long enough for this shit and I’m hungry for blood. In the meantime, Judge will be watching over Mario for me and making sure he doesn’t feel forgotten about.

  “Babe, can you help me with this?” Flora calls me over from the other side of the clubhouse, so I get up off my ass and see what she needs. She’s trying to hang some sort of violet purple spider banner . . . the kinda shit you might see in a kid’s classroom, but who am I to judge. She’s a bit too short to reach the exposed beams, so I hoist her up in my arms and hold her up. She lets out an adorable laugh and does exactly what she needs to do, then taps my shoulder for me to set her down.

  “Thank you. Looks like I’m all done here now.” Flora smiles brightly and gives me a soft peck on the lips, but I don’t want any soft shit. Nope. I want the intense shit. As she pulls her lips from mine, I grab her by the back of the neck and force her back to me. I claim her mouth the way I’ve claimed every other part of her body, showing her with my intensity how much I fuckin’ love her. Breaking our kiss, I look into her eyes and vocalize this for the first time. “You got me, little girl. Every part of me. My heart, my dick, my fists. You got it all, and there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”

  Flora’s eyes get watery and she nods lightly, kissing my lips once more. “I love you too, Needles.”

  I could see spending the rest of my life with this woman, and I’m damn ready for it. It’s about time for some happiness. I think Flora and I have both had enough heartache in our life, so now it’s time to take it moment by moment, day by day, until we grow old and she’s sitting on a porch beside me as we watch our grandkids play in the front yard.

  That’s the type of life I want with this woman, and I’ll be damned if I don’t get it.

  Dear Readers,

  I hope you guys enjoyed Flora and Needles’ story as much as I did. In all honesty, I can see myself writing about these two again, and as you all know it’s really hard for me to want to write more than one story per couple. Yet here I am, wanting to give you guys another novella that has them as the main couple and dives into more of Needles’ past. The reason I didn’t go too deep is because I wanted to keep content that I could put out later. Whether it’s a bonus novella for them, or a submission for an anthology piece.

  The Knights of Retribution MC are just starting to rebuild their reputation after Gamble’s father was killed all those years ago. It’s evident the working relationship the club has with Deo will be prosperous, but that doesn’t mean they don’t have things to worry about. Judge and Sly have been doing undercover work, getting as much information as they can on the Beasts of Brutality MC and seeing if they can figure out what Marcus really wants by meeting with them. But let’s be honest, we know it can’t be anything good.

  The next installment in the Knights of Retribution MC will be Ravage’s book and it will be releasing next spring. Make sure you pre-order your book here. Ravage will be heading with Needles to the Ukraine to pay a long-awaited visit to Konstantin, but when they come back home, what will they be returning to?

  Wait to find out, in ‘Wait on Me’. Scroll down to see the cover for this badass book!

  Xoxo,

  Liz

  Ravage

  I’ve never been the type of man who begs. While I can say for certain I’ve been the type to grovel . . . I wouldn’t get on my knees for any woman—except her.

  The one who made me forget about all the darkness in the world.

  The same one who said no when I asked her the most important question of my life.

  She’s the one who got away, and now she’s the one in danger. I shouldn’t give a damn about Marisole . . . but I can’t stop myself from running to her rescue.

  She got mixed up with the wrong people and they happen to be our number one threat. The Beasts of Brutality MC.

  Even now, I’ve never stopped loving her, and I never will. I might not be sure of lots of things in this life, but I’m damn certain I’ll be the one pulling her from their evil clutches.

 

 

 
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