Forever Zara: (novella 9.5) V. Theia (best classic literature TXT) 📖

diner a while longer, flirting with the new waitress until he’d gotten the shy girl’s number and a promise of a date that night.

Then, instead of heading home for much-needed sleep, he went back to the club, where he shared the conversation with his VP.

Understandably, his lunatic friend wanted to hunt and kill.

Only the few knew Amos had a lousy history with the Rebels. Hades’ men had kidnapped, raped, and murdered his sister. If anyone had enough motivation to find out if one of those rats had survived Rider’s firebomb lesson, it was Amos.

Christ, it was hours still before Jamie got his head down at his house.

A warm body against his ribs meant he didn’t sleep alone that night.

EIGHT

“We might not wear a cut, but the old ladies are every bit as loyal.” – Zara

 

Wedding: T-minus 14 days.

“You should have called us, babe. We would have been here for you.”

The sentiment went around Zara’s living room as five women looked on as she told them what happened in Denver.

“I wasn’t around to see for myself how bad the Raging Rebels MC was, but Beau has told me enough, and they sound vile,” Winter spoke, sipping her green tea.

On the other couch was Luxe nursing her son. If anyone thought for a second motherhood would change their Latina friend, they were mistaken. She was as temperamental, outspoken, and brilliant as ever. She was even back working part-time, doing her light-fingered thing for Jamie Steele, only a month after she gave birth to Dax.

“I heard stuff about them when I first started going to Jamie’s club. So they’re back?”

“Probably just my imagination.”

“Don’t do that, babe.” Poppy soothed, sitting closest to Zara. She rubbed Zara’s leg, “we’re all here for you, even if it’s just to swear and have shots.”

“I could go for some shots.” Said Roux. “Do we need to dump the kids on the men?”

Zara laughed.

She loved these women. If one was worrying, then they all worried.

Going up on her knees, she leaned over the coffee table and offered a plate of freshly baked cookies, thanks to Annie. “Let’s save the shots for this weekend, or I won’t be able to cook dinner tonight.”

“Bachelorette party!”

“I can’t drink, anyway.” Groused Luxe, stroking Dax’s milk coma face. “This boob feeding crap sucks. He eats worse than Nathan does.”

Paige piped in, grinning as she played with the end of her pink braid. “I can’t wait for the strippers. I hope they’re hung like elephants.”

“We are not having strippers. I’d die.” Gasped Zara.

“We’ll see,” smirked Roux.

Zara dashed worried eyes to Gia, her maid of honor and the woman in charge of the bachelorette party. She wasn’t comforted at all when Gia grinned and shrugged a shoulder. Oh, jeez.

She put it out of her mind, or she’d fret for days about greased up men thrusting their nasty crotches in her face.

“What are the boys doing about the possibility of new Rebels?”

“They’re looking into it to see how true it is,” Zara answered Ruby. If anyone knew what they were capable of, it was Ruby. The two women shared an understanding look. Zara nor Ruby needed a reminder of that time. She hoped for both their sakes that her imagination was a rampant whore.

Yeah, she could confront dark thoughts all day long. It was the recurring reminders of a time she was trying hard to bury deep that bothered her.

It was going to come to nothing, she decided.

Then she could concentrate on greased up gyrating men with a clear mind.

* * *

Rider was convinced Grinder was part dog. Especially when the tracker walked into the club that day with the info they’d been waiting for.

Confirmation that Rider’s old lady had two good working eyes.

“They have a clubhouse in Henderson. It’s more like a shack, nothing to write home about. One of my sources down there says they’ve been making noise lately, petty thefts, fights, that kinda thing.”

Just far enough out of Denver, they’d know they weren’t treading on any of the MC’s in the area. Rider might share real estate with Steele, but Denver belonged to the Souls. Any new MC, by rights, should have approached Rider as a courtesy. The fact that the Rebels 2.0 did fucking exist, and they hadn’t reached out, spoke volumes, and put anger through his blood.

“Motherfucker.” He spat.

The moment he got the intel, he’d wanted to storm the building, blowing them the fuck up, but he had to play it smart.

It didn’t stop him from seething for hours.

They were both awake early the next morning, but neither had spoken yet. Zara took his hand from her stomach and brushed it up to her breast. He didn’t hesitate in squeezing her gently, feeling its fullness. Burying a contented groan in the back of her neck, he inhaled her delicious morning scent, the fragrance which could get him hard in seconds, and hammer the organ in his chest. Rider curled his hips forward, brushing his erection against her covered ass.

He loved her being naked, but he also loved her in her sleep things because it meant he could peel her out of them.

Things naturally had to alter in their relationship along the way once the kids came along. They still could and did fuck at any time. They just became sneakier about where they could have sex. But early mornings were his and Zara’s time to be at peace with each other before the house came alive. He loved this time to hold her while she came awake.

There was electricity under his skin, little shock waves traveling through his hand while he toyed with her nipple.

Zara moaned. It wasn’t a worked-up noise. It was one of contentment, and he took that as a positive after she’d been