Hot Pursuit: Iron Tornadoes MC Romance, #4

By Olivia Rigal

Slider is my guardian angel in this hell hole. 
He makes sure the only thing the clients get out of me is a dance. 
We both know I don't belong here but the price of my escape is losing him. 

Sally is been my light in this pool of darkness. 
She has no idea who I truly am and yet she helps me remember what I am fighting for. 
I never realized how much I needed her until he stole her away from me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lady O Publishing
• Release date: Jan 18, 2015
• ISBN: 9781507063699

Book preview

1

SLIDER

This wedding ceremony is a fucking nightmare. How did I get suckered into coming to the church? What am I doing here? The little church is packed, and I’m about as comfortable as I’d be if I were smoking my last cigarette while sitting on a keg of gun powder.

It’s an accident waiting to happen. If we manage to survive the blessing, the picture-taking on the steps of the church will be a real piece of work. Mimi and David must have a death wish. Why else would they invite members of two rival Motorcycle Clubs, plus a handful of cops, to their wedding?

I look at the cops who are part of the task force unit David and I belong to, and realize I feel closer to Dmitry Knyaz, aka Prince, the Sergeant-at-Arms of the Category Five Knights MC I have infiltrated, than to the police captain I report to. I’ve been a Knight for years. Shit, I’m not sure what I’ll do when they decide to pull me out. It could be soon or in another six months. I’d better get my act together.

I can’t go back to being a regular cop. I’ve been my own boss far too long to step back in the ranks. But I can’t quit. If I do, some asshat in Internal Affairs could find a way to let someone in my MC know that I was undercover. Then who knows what their reaction would be. I could be as good as dead or, they could refuse to believe it. What a clusterfuck!

David, you may now kiss Jeanne-Michelle, says the priest with heavily Créole-accented English.

Right, as if David hasn’t been banging her all along. Well, maybe not all along. The poor guy had to play possum in Canada, freezing his ass off all winter after our operation almost went in the shit-tank. But now that he’s back, I’m sure he’s been catching up. No doubt about this, she’s got that well-taken-care-of glow that girls have when they’re happy in the sack. No matter what color they are, they all glow the same.

David’s mother is bawling her eyes out. Can’t really blame the woman. For eleven months, she’d thought her son was dead, and now she gets a ready-made family: her son, his girl, and a grandson, Toussaint, Mimi’s eleven-year-old nephew.

David kisses his bride, and at last, we get to walk out of here. It’s about time—I was feeling claustrophobic.

David and Mimi go first. Next come Lisa and Ice.

Why Mimi picked David’s sister as a bridesmaid, I’ll never figure out. It’s not as if they have anything in common. Mimi is a simple girl while Lisa, with her Ivy League law school diploma, is anything but.

Ah Lisa, crazy chick! She claims she wants to become an Assistant District Attorney, but she’s doing Brian Hatcher, aka Ice, the vice president of the Iron Tornadoes MC. That choice makes it hard to take her career plans seriously.

Now Ice, that’s a guy that I can relate to. He quit the police academy when he realized what a hornet’s nest the force is. I wish I could share a beer and chew the fat one night with him, but that’s not in the cards. Having the V.P. of the Iron Tornadoes and the V.P. of the Knights in the same room is weird enough. If we started talking, someone would think we were planning a merger. Stallion, my prez would have my balls nailed over the club house’s door as a trophy faster that I can say Harley Davidson!

Next in line are Sally and me. She’s the closest thing to a sister Mimi has now that her twin’s gone. Attending the same college and stripping in the same club has gotta count for something.

Sally catches my arm and smiles at me. I’ve got to hand it to the girl—no matter how many times I push her away, she never holds a grudge. Persistence has to be her middle name. Today she’s looking especially hot. Marriage ceremonies will do that to chicks. But then, I thought she was hot even when she looked like a wet, bloody mess the day she found Mimi’s sister unconscious behind the club in the pouring rain.

Fuck, this mission sucks!

I look over my shoulder and watch Prince take Juliya’s arm to fall in behind us. If looks could kill, the man would be burned to a cinder. Lucky for him they don’t. He ignores the bitch’s glare and holds her elbow firmly with an amused twitch on his lips.

Prince isn’t one to back away from a challenge. On the contrary, finding a woman who doesn’t fall for his Slavic charm is likely to turn him on big time. If she keeps this up, she’ll be in big trouble. He’s crazy enough to forget she’s the daughter of the president of the Iron Tornadoes. No doubt he’ll want to show her what being a Dom is all about. But all of Juliya’s male relatives are Doms, so I’m pretty sure she already has a handle on the concept. I doubt she has much experience though. Her father and her two brothers—who have a stellar reputation in the kink community, whatever that means—are overprotective of her.

Prince winks at me. If I were a gambling man, I would bet that Juliya’s status as Iron Tornadoes royalty turns him on big time. The way he looks at her makes me think the man is in dire need of something to spice up his life. Maybe that’s the problem. The MCs haven’t seen a lot of action lately. With the disappearance of the Unrepentant Southern White Wizards, the white supremacist group my task force just brought down, the police activity has been intense these past weeks. As a consequence, all MC members have been on their best behavior and sticking to strictly legit business.

Sally tugs on my arm, and it’s her turn to glare. She’s cute when she acts all jealous and possessive. Juliya’s got a nice rack, but if I was going to plunge into one, it would be Sally’s. She’s got all the right curves in all the right places. I’ve watched her strip often enough to know. If I close my eyes, I can see her without a stitch on, humping the pole, and that’s all I need to get a hard-on.

Yeah, that’s just what I needed to think about right now!

Of course Sally notices, and she frowns. If I know my Sally, she’s wondering if looking at Juliya’s plunging neckline got me there.

No, sweetie, it’s you and only you, but I’ll rot in hell before I’ll let you know. My pretty Sally deserves someone nice, someone who will never know that she stripped her way through college and will think of her as the nice girl she would have been if life had dealt her a different hand.

So sure, right now my life sucks, but it’s all on me. After all, no one put a gun to my head and forced me to join the force.

2

SALLY

Of course I had to be the one to catch the stupid bouquet. Standing at the bottom of the church’s steps with the flowers in my hand, I plaster on my best smile for Mimi’s sake. She winks at me, and her brown eyes move to Slider’s face to study his reaction. The way he stiffened when I took his arm to walk out of the church made me so mad, I don’t even want to look at him right now. Who knows what’s going on inside that man’s head?

Most of the time when he looks at me, I know for certain he wants me, but as soon as he realizes I’m watching him, something clicks and he shuts down. Everything I think I see in his eyes vanishes, and I’m left to wonder if it was just wishful thinking on my part. Mimi says she can see it too, and David’s said as much—well, in guy-speak. But that was last year, when I had a shit fit because Slider’s ex was trying to come back. David reassured me that as far as he could tell, the man was nuts about me.

My fake smile turns real when I remember David saying, Every time you go on stage, he grinds his teeth so hard, I’m afraid he’s gonna break his jaw!

Well, his jaw’s gonna be safe soon, because I’ve graduated and found a