Stuck - Bad Boy MC Biker Romance

By Kelly Cusson

Ali is stuck. Stuck in a town as small and dull as most of the people in it. Stuck in a dead end job. And, most of all, stuck in a relationship with Jake. A deadbeat alcoholic who has lately taken to hitting her. It's this frustration that drives her to drink. It's also this frustration which compels her to accept an offer of a drink from Ben. A gorgeous, tattooed member to a club that rivals her boyfriend's. One drink at a little run down bar turns into a weekly tradition. And, though Ali worries about her boyfriend discovering her secret, she finds that she likes Ben too much to care. 

But, when Jake finds out what Ali has been hiding from him, the consequences prove deadly. With a mad, vengeful boyfriend on her tail, Ali has no choice but to turn to Ben for protection. Will Ben be able to keep Ali safe from harm? Will Ali find in Ben what was missing from her relationship with Jake? Or, will Ben turn out to be just another biker with more love for his club than he has for her? 

A Standalone Short Story with No Cliffhanger! 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hot Bad Boy MC Biker Romance Club
• Release date: Nov 14, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386117193

Book preview

STUCK

Chapter 1

Ineed a drink. Or five. That’s all I can think as I shuffle into the small, run down bar and throw myself onto a stool.

The place smells like beer and piss. The floor is sticky and the plaster on the wall seems to be coming apart.

All the bars are like that in this town. Unsightly havens for local drunks. The only reason I chose this one, The Watering Hole, is because it’s what they call a neutral.

That means neither of the town’s MCs has laid claim to it. Which is what makes it perfect for me. As the girlfriend of a member of The Raiders club, I can’t be seen at any Gator hangouts. And my boyfriend, Jake, and his Raider buddies are having one of their rowdy meetings tonight. I don’t want anything to do with that at the moment either. So, The Watering Hole is my only option.

What’ll it be sweetheart? a slightly elderly bartender with balding hair and a ready grin asks from across the bar.

Whiskey. Straight, I answer. He nods in reply and goes to make the drink.

That’s another thing I like about this place. The bartenders here are usually not too chatty. They still call me sweetheart, of course. In Texas, a petite, pale, blonde haired blue eyed girl like me will always be sweetheart. No matter how many tattoos or body piercings I get.

But, the bartenders here usually leave it at that. They can tell when you want to drink in silence. And tonight I definitely want to drink and fume in peace.

I’ve had another fight with Jake. Or rather, Jake had a fight with me. He started it.

I’d just come inside from getting the mail. The mailman happened to be there. That’s to be expected as we’re his last stop for the day. He asked me a question about something. I can’t even remember what it was now. It might have even been about the weather. I stopped to answer him.

I guess Jake saw us talking. He’d already had a couple of beers and he went after me.

You sure had a lot to say to that guy, Ali, he told me. I would have laughed if the look on his face weren’t so serious.

Come on Jake, I was out there for maybe two minutes, I said.

A lot can happen in two minutes, Jake said. Especially with you.

What does that mean? I asked.

It means I know what a little whore you can be, he told me. I felt my face growing red with anger at the accusation.

When have I ever- I started to ask. He put his hand up as though he was going to slap me. My mouth closed instantly.

Just don’t let me see it happen again, Jake said. You know what I’ll do if it does.

The anger turned to a hint of fear. Jake had said things like that before. He’d told me that he’d kill me if I ever cheated on him. He had said that even before the beatings started six months ago.

To tell the truth, when I was seventeen, I thought it was romantic. Now, it just makes me feel angry and scared and trapped.

I sip my whiskey knowing that I shouldn’t really be drinking it straight. Alcohol tends to go to my head. But, at this point, I couldn’t care less. I know Jake’s out getting shitfaced with his buddies. Just like I know when I get home, he’ll either be on the couch