Gun Totin' Annie

By MariaLisa deMora

Annie lived for her sisters in the club, but she was closest to Coates. They had founded the riding club together, and the women looked after each other. Always. In the search for even greater stability for their sisters, things had gone sideways and Annie had to scramble to find her center when Coates was brutally murdered.

Enter Domino, one of the few men who knew enough about her recent errand to warrant suspicion in her sister’s death, but there’s something about him. Something different. So different, that even in this moment of grief, Annie knows it is rare and worth exploring.

Short story in the Rebel Wayfarers MC book series, timeline matches book #9, Watcher. Gun Totin' Annie, #9.5.

*Please note this book is part of the Rebel Wayfarers MC book series, featuring characters from additional books in the series. If the books are read out of order, you’ll twig to spoilers for the other books, so going back to read the skipped titles won’t have the same angsty reveals. I strongly recommend you read them in order. Available now: Mica (book #1), Slate (book #2), Bear (book #3), Jase (book #4), Gunny (book #5), Mason (book #6), Hoss (book #7), Duck (book #8), Watcher (book #9), Bones (book #10), Fury (book #11), and Cassie (book #12).

• Language: English
• Publisher: MariaLisa deMora
• Release date: Sep 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9781946738011

MariaLisa deMora

Raised in the south, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author MariaLisa deMora learned about the magic of books at an early age. Every summer, she would spend hours in the local library, devouring books of every genre. Self-described as a book-a-holic, she says "I've always loved to read, but then I discovered writing, and found I adored that, too. For reading...if nothing else is available, I've been known to read the back of the cereal box."

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Gun Totin’ Annie

Rebel Wayfarers MC

#9.5

MariaLisa deMora

Edited by Hot Tree Editing

Copyright © 2017 MariaLisa deMora

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination, or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental.

First Published 2017

ISBN 13: 978-1-946738-01-1

DEDICATION

I ain’t afraid to love a man. I ain’t afraid to shoot him, either. ~ Annie Oakley

For all the strong women

who surround me with love.

CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

When I began writing this story, I’d set out to write a story about a strong woman. An author friend of mine had put out an open submission call for a charity anthology she was working on, and I needed a story to submit. Second in a series of three, the premise of that book was biker chicks. What’s more biker chick-ie than the leader of an all-female riding club?

Originally this story was set in Texas, outside the influence of my Rebel Wayfarers MC books. I’d done that intentionally, trying to broaden my scope of geographic areas I describe. As ever, the Rebels drew me back home when I realized that our Deke’s brother, mentioned in a few of the stories, needed to cross over from the blue to the 1% side of things. It seemed only right to surround him with familiar faces.

Annie herself was a surprise as she unfolded in my head, because while she is just as strong as she seems, she’s also got a soft side. I’m glad Domino was able to find that part of her and ensure she felt safe enough to expose it.

Thanks, many thanks, to those who read the story along the way. Your feedback makes all things worth it.

Woofully yours,

~ML

Gun Totin’ Annie

Chapter One

Annie

Annie slid down the wall, feeling the collar of her jacket catch on the light switch a moment before the room plunged into darkness. Shadows covered the scene in front of her as a numbing chill settled over her body. That darkness was broken by narrow strips of light fighting their way between the slats of blinds covering the single window in this rent-by-the-hour motel room. Driving bass beats from the adjoining rooms infiltrated the walls, two separate sets of music pounding through the space, filling her head with discordant noise. Her neck bent forward, chin hitting her chest as she tried unsuccessfully to push back the sounds she’d been making since she hit the room and saw what was waiting.

Light also crept into the room from underneath the door to her left, and her distracted gaze fell to the carpet, tracing the glow near the door. Her focus locked into place as it stuck on a bloody bootprint framed between the heels of her black motorcycle boots. Her breath began to rasp hard, the noises deep in her throat filling her ears, drowning out the goddamn music. She saw the toe of that print pointed directly toward her ass, that ass now planted on the floor. Without conscious thought, her gaze rose, eyes rolling in her head so she looked at the room from underneath scowling brows. In the intervening seconds, her vision had adjusted