Remember the Night: Nightriders MC, #1.5

By Silver James

If a Wolf plays his cards right, he might get lucky in love…
Ten years ago, Lucas "Lucky" Malone ran from charges of murder, leaving behind the girl destined to be his mate. An accident brings them together, but an MC war is brewing and the last thing Lucky needs is to take a gamble on the one woman guaranteed to make him howl at the moon. How can this moonstruck Wolf walk away form her a second time?


When a girl's luck runs out…
Bad luck follows Gemma West like a black cloud. She just wants to go home but when she witnesses a horrific car crash, she can't turn her back. Coming face-to-face with the only man she's ever loved might be the worst luck of all.


Warning: Down and dirty sex, extreme violence of the blood and guts kind, alpha MC members, and a moonstruck Wolf looking to win it all. This is the dark side of the Moonstruck world where sex is rough, death is brutal, and laws don't mean jack.

*This novella is technically #1.5 in the Nightrider timeline but it can be read as a stand-alone story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Silver James
• Release date: Aug 21, 2019
• ISBN: 9780996999519

Silver James

Silver James likes walks on the wild side and coffee. Okay. She LOVES coffee. Warning: Her Muse, Iffy, runs with scissors. A cowgirl at heart, she’s also been an Army officer’s wife and mom, and has worked in the legal field, fire service, and law enforcement. Now retired from the real world, she lives in Oklahoma and spends her days writing with the assistance of her two Newfoundland dogs, the cat who rules them all, and the myriad characters living in her imagination.

Book preview

A picture containing text, book Description automatically generated

Remember the Night

Nightriders MC #1.5

_____

Silver James

REMEMBER THE NIGHT is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

REMEMBER THE NIGHT

COPYRIGHT © 2016 by Silver James

All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under the copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise) without written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

Contact: [e-mail]

Cover design © by Clary Carey, [e-mail]

Images: www.depositphotos.com

Handsome Man In Hat ©Mimagephotos

Motorcycle in flames ©3quarks

Wolf  jump illustration ©I.Petrovic

Edited by Gregory Alan

Published digitally in the United States of America

9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Night Moves

Chapter 1

Lucky

WATCHING HER STAND there shaking with cold and shock while a callous cop asked questions pissed me right the hell off. She’d sacrificed her wool muffler as a tourniquet on Tag’s leg and her coat to keep him warm. A firefighter poured bottled water over her bloody hands as she struggled through her answers.

He—the motorcyclist I mean, was in the southbound left turn lane, a few cars back. The arrow changed to green and everybody in the turn lanes moved. He’d cleared the intersection when the light turned green. I was going north and started forward but this black SUV came from the west and cut me off. Her eyes slid over to the rust-red stain where Tag had almost lost his leg and sniffled. It hit him. Deliberately.

The firefighter pressed a wad of paper towels in her hands and walked away. Fuck. Her lips were as blue as my balls. Gemma West. I’d walked away from her ten years ago when she’d been a scrawny sixteen-year-old. She damn sure wasn’t a kid anymore.

Deliberately? How do you know their intent?

Gemma huffed out a breath and started to wrap her arms around her chest. She stopped when she realized her shirt was bloody. Because after they ran the red light, they pulled up next to him. He was in the left lane, they were in the right. The SUV swerved right into him.

Why were you paying such close attention?

Her expression went all What the hell? as she answered. Because I laid down skid marks to keep from hitting the SUV and while I was stopped, I turned to watch them as I was reaching for my phone to call 911.

Dancer Calhoun, vice president of the Oklahoma Chapter of the Nightriders MC and one of my best friends, stood beside me, also listening to the cop’s interrogation. We’re Wolves—shape shifters—and even in human form, our hearing’s preternatural. Without considering the consequences, I shrugged out of my leather jacket. I ignored the cop’s sneer as I walked up behind Gemma and dropped my colors over her shoulders.

Them?

She didn’t glance back—a testament to her distracted state. She was focused on the cop and I couldn’t help but be impressed. She’d stopped, kept Tag from bleeding to death, and even now was giving a description of the men who’d injured my enforcer. I backed away. The cop looked pissed that I was even there.

Yes. Two men. They stopped, got out and walked back to the injured man. I jumped out, yelled that I was calling 911. One of them was standing over him. She gulped and turned her head slightly to glance at the stretcher where two EMTs and a firefighter were working on Tag.

They didn’t say anything, just ran back to their car and sped away. They had patches on their jackets. It...it looked like a dog with horns. And there were two other patches with words but I couldn’t read them. I did get part of the tag number. There was an H and an N and the numbers six and eight.

It’s dark. How did you see all that?

I saw Gemma’s spine stiffen then she pointed to the mercury vapor lights lining the street. The same way I can read your name tag, Officer Brown. Almost as if by instinct, she slipped her arms into my jacket and wrapped it tight across her chest.

Fuck. My dick was so hard it might break. Gemma was standing there twenty feet away and I wanted her so gawddamned bad. Dancer