Taken By Her Brother's Best Friends

By Julie Piper

I thought I was free. But you don't get to run away from the Wolves.

 

All my family's been a part of the Black Wolves Motorcycle Club for as long as I can remember.

But after my parents died, I wanted nothing more to do with the bikers.

 

Nothing to do with Ash, who kissed me, and broke up with me shortly afterward.

Nothing to do with Nico, who loved me, and left me the next morning without so much as an explanation.

With my brother lost to the club, I wanted to leave it all behind. I didn't want to be a part of that world.

Unfortunately, that world isn't yet done with me.

Ash and Nico turn up at my apartment one day. Uninvited, I might add. They say my future's with them as an ol' lady.

I'll be damned if they think I'm willing to go with them.

 

This story is a standalone MFM menage romance. No cheating and no cliffhanger. HEA guaranteed.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Julie Piper
• Release date: Dec 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215534595

Book preview

CHAPTER 2

Ash

I’m stuck in the prison of a car with Nico, rather than enjoying the freedom of my bike. My last message to Brooks was to tell him to keep the rubber side down, to let him know we’d take good care of his sister, before blocking him on all avenues. If he was to reply back to us and Chaos caught it, then that’s the end of it. You don’t break my father’s rules.

It’s because of his rules and his iron-fisted domination over the Black Wolves, that we’re a respected motorcycle club in Wyoming. We base ourselves around and in Laramie, though it’s not uncommon to go riding off to other cities or the bountiful countryside. Chaos took our one-percenter club from his grandpappy and turned it into a real enterprise, gunning down rivals, getting a chokehold in the local police precincts, wiping out two smaller chapters of bigger clubs in the area.

He boasted about it enough when he dragged me along to his shit. Let me watch him kill a man when I was ten. Brutal is the best way to describe my father. Brutal is why the other clubs don’t give us much trouble. Except for the Saints and Sinners. But that was meant to be resolved five years ago. We signed the peace treaty. Uneasy as it exists, no one wants a repeat of the bloodbath half a decade ago. No one with remaining sanity in their heads, anyway.

There’s a great coffee stop about forty minutes ahead of us on the road, Nico informs. He presses a little harder on the accelerating pedal. We’ll break there, and we’ll make it to Casper before evening. Not a long drive. He’s every bit as unhappy to be in a car as I am. There’s no real freedom with a car, no real awareness when you’re in one. People just ride these things and they don’t flex and bend with their vehicle. Not like it is on a proper motorcycle.

Right now, we’re heading off to Casper, planning to drag Dakota back to Laramie. Willingly or not. Best to have a car for the endeavor because it’s not going to be a fun reunion. Much as I’d love to see her, I know that when we turn up at her door, any fond memories she might have of us will fade in horror of what we’re there to do.

Dakota… she still stayed in Wyoming, though she had the opportunity to hop states and beat some more distance between her and the Black Wolves. Our reach encompasses a lot of Wyoming, though our powerbase is concentrated in Laramie and the area around it.

I close my eyes and taste our first kiss again. Both of us were stupid teenagers, but I was a stupid teenager with a legacy to uphold. My father wanted me to earn my patch, maybe one day take over the club from him. Dakota was wild, free, a rebel who had an ingrained dislike of the motorcycle club culture, even though everything in her early and teenage life also revolved around it. When your family is involved heart, body, and soul in the lifestyle, when it’s slapped in front of your face every day, you embody it, one way or another.

We dated, and we were the first girlfriend and boyfriend for each other. Dating her was… interesting, especially when I asked her if she would be my ol’ lady when I joined the club for real, and she reacted vehemently to the notion. My solution was just not to talk about that again, not to think about the club when I was with her. And our kiss. God, our kiss. It was warm, a hint of cherry from her lipstick. Nervous, bumbling, as teenagers can be, ones who mostly got practice with the back of their hands. I saw a potential future unveiling before us, imagining her in our colors, riding pillion behind me, hands wrapped around my waist. Enjoying the freedom of the road and the warmth of my back.

I open my eyes, examine the long road ahead with a sinking mood, a wisp of regret. I broke up with Dakota eventually. Broke her damn heart in the process. The reason for it was that I overheard the conversation between my old man and Dakota’s. Ricky hated the fact that I was dating his daughter. He didn’t want her to be involved with any club members at all. My old man argued Dakota and I dating would be good for her and the club. The argument escalated, and at one point, I could’ve sworn one of them might murder the other.

In my mind, I saw our relationship tearing the club apart, particularly between two ride-or-die friends. So, it made sense to break up with her, to stay away for the good of my father’s friendship, Brooks, and the Black Wolves.

Fucking regret that decision even to this day. To add insult to injury, I soon learned she started dating Nico. The twinge of jealousy came with the bitter thoughts that I deserved the punishment. After all, I hurt her, left her sobbing and asking why, because my old man and the Black Wolves were more important.

Didn’t hear from her again after she left the city.

Hey, man, Nico says. "How do you feel about all this? With sharing Dakota? We’ve both had a history with