Torn 1: A Bad Boy Romance

By Liz Levoy

“Why did you choose this life, Johnnie? What is so special about it?”
My motorcycle club. My family. Or, is it? It sure is the closest thing I have to a family. We are like brothers; we love each other a lot and would do anything to protect each other and what we have. That’s why me and Sean joined the “Brothers of Fire” in the first place. We saw something we liked; something that neither of us had: A close bond.

Life as a member is great. We party all the time, we get lots of women and we answer to no one. Cops? We don’t worry about them; they’re on our payroll.

One night, Sean gets hurt. His life hangs by a thread; I have to find help, ASAP. I stop at the first house that I come across. Susan lets us both in. I’ve never opened up to anyone before. Should I do the same with her?

• Language: English
• Publisher: DAO Press
• Release date: Dec 20, 2017

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Chapter One

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uarding our warehouse in the middle of nowhere. Just another day at work… Frustration was lingering in Sean’s voice. He and his best friend Johnnie were on a gravelly road, a few miles west of Cornwall, New York on that freezing, early December night. Marco Rivera’s recent threats of taking control of their arm trafficking business could not be taken lightly. The president of Los Lobos, a rival motorcycle club had never challenged the power of Brothers of Fire, Johnnie and Sean’s own motorcycle club. However, Los Lobos" had grown in numbers lately and seemed confident enough to risk open war with them. Their president, Brad Warrick was left with no choice but to try and protect their lucrative business and protecting that warehouse was the first thing that he ordered them to do.

Stop complaining, brother. Johnnie grumbled. I’m not crazy about this, either. But, we got to do what we got to do.

"I wish I could be normal, just for one night. Sean sighed. You know, with a real job, having dinner with friends, a girlfriend maybe."

We get girlfriends almost every night. Johnnie teased him.

You know what I’m talking about, man. Sean put a little force in his voice. A normal life, where I wouldn’t have to worry about getting shot at every day. I’m tired of looking over my shoulder, Johnnie.

You want out? Johnnie squinted at him.

What if I do? Sean wondered. Look at us, man. It’s almost midnight, we’re in a van in the middle of nowhere, staring at a freaking warehouse. And for what? Two grand a month? What a joke…

How long have you been thinking about this? Johnnie wondered.

A couple of weeks. Sean replied. Today, it’s ‘Los Lobos’. Let’s say we survive this crap. What’s next? The Russians? The Chinese? They all want a piece of this.

Trust me; things are going to get better. Johnnie assured, patting his friend on the shoulder."

We’ve been in this MC for six years, brother. Sean’s nasal voice became flat, riddled with disappointment. We all say that it’s going to get better, but it never really does, does it? We’re risking our lives for peanuts.

It’s more than just the money, Sean. Johnnie spoke in a firm tone.

Don’t tell me we’re in this for the comradery. Sean shook his head sideways. "It’s never been about comradery. It’s always been about the money. Money and power. Brad’s money and power."

Can’t argue with you there. Johnnie murmured. What are you going to do if you leave?

Not ‘if’, Johnnie. ‘When’. Sean corrected him. I don’t know. I like this town, but I want to live in the city for a ch... He didn’t have time to finish his sentence. A loud, blast explosion lit up the night, throwing both friends back in their seats. Thousands upon thousands of splinters of wood, along with small shards of glass from the windows of the warehouse were ejected. The blast wave shattered the windscreen and every window in Johnnie’s van. Two, small pieces of glass were lodged in Sean’s