Hawk: The Devil's Riders, #2

By Blushing Books

I'm in trouble. I should have told someone about it, but I was afraid no one would believe me. Now it's gone too far and I'm not sure who I can trust. The cops can't help me because I don't have any proof. I'm being stalked. I just don't know by who! Out of desperation, I've reached out to my brother's Club. The Devil's Riders MC. But it's not the Devil I expect who shows up at my front door the night my apartment is broken into. It's another entirely.

It's Hawk Fellows, the handsome Club VP and the man I've been lusting after for over a year. Hawk comes to my rescue and wants to protect me. He tells me I must stay at the MC compound until we find the guy responsible for upturning my life. The truth is, I don't think I can handle being that close to the gorgeous biker without wanting more. And by the way he looks at me, I know he feels the same. The only question is, will the Club find my stalker before I lose everything? Or will I simply lose my heart to the man I've wanted since the first day we met?

This is book two in The Devil's Riders MC series and can be enjoyed independently.

Publisher's Note: This MC romance is intended for adults. It contains elements of romance, mystery, suspense, danger, power exchange, sensual scenes, and a happily ever after. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Blushing Books
• Release date: Feb 15, 2024
• ISBN: 9781639545438

Book preview

Chapter 1

Green Lake, Nevada

Amelia

My heart began to pound. Sweat dripped down my chest. The hot liquid trickled and pooled between my breasts despite the cool air blowing overhead. Taking in the alarming sight before me, my skin pricked with gooseflesh and the hair on my arms stood on end.

Staring into the black hole that was my opened apartment door, I desperately searched my brain to remember if I’d locked it earlier this morning when I’d left for work.

Yes, I definitely had. In fact, I’d double-checked the lock just to make sure. It was an extra step I’d added to my daily routine after all the weird experiences I’d had in the last few months. Experiences I could no longer discount as a figment of my too-active imagination.

Packing up the courage, I toed open my apartment door and flicked on the lights. Mace in hand and keys threaded between my clenched fingers, I prepared to meet my attacker. To my ultimate relief, I discovered I was alone.

Moving from room to room, I cleared the apartment like a seasoned SWAT member. When I was sure it was empty, I collapsed exhausted onto my bed, the adrenaline evaporating from my system just as fast as it had arrived.

When a solid object beneath the sheets hit my rear end, I jumped back onto my feet like a scalded cat. Inching toward the headboard, I snagged my comforter and ripped it away from the mattress.

It was my vibrator. I hadn't used it before work. I also hadn’t made my bed this morning. Someone had gone through my drawers, situated the intimate item within my sheets, and then carefully pulled them back into place.

A slip of paper was resting beneath the jelly-pink plastic. With shaking hands, I unfolded the note. A single sentence, typed in all bold letters, read, "NEXT TIME IT WILL BE ME IN YOUR BED AND NOT SOME PATHETIC TOY!"

Shuddering, I stumbled backward toward the living room. I couldn’t stay in my bedroom for one more second. What once was my sanctuary had become polluted and unbearable. Knowing what I had to do, but hating that I had to do it, I shakily reached for my cell.

The phone rang only once before I heard it connect. The familiar voice on the other line greeted, Hey, Sis. What’s up?

Tears choked my voice despite my best efforts to keep them hidden. I’d been dealing with this situation for so long on my own that I’d become exhausted and raw with emotion. But I could no longer pretend everything was okay. This last very personal violation had broken me. I couldn’t ignore what I’d been explaining away for weeks.

I was being stalked.

Matty, I shakily began, reverting to my sibling’s childhood name in my moment of desperation, I need your help.

Chapter 2

Carter, Nevada

Hawk

This room was a dump. It didn’t matter though. I didn’t plan on staying at the Venice Lodge for long. As soon as I met up with the VP of the Demon Knights, I’d hop on my bike and leave this fleabag motel in my rearview mirror.

Not bothering to remove my boots, I sat on the bed and rested heavily against the headboard. I’d just quit smoking and was feening for a fix of nicotine, bad. Moments like this made me want to say fuck it, break down, and buy a pack. But I ignored the impulse and fought back against the desire to indulge. Just when I was about to doze off, I heard a knock at the door.

It’s Trainor, the VP of the Knights barked out.

Getting to my feet, I let the man inside. The middle-aged biker was carrying a bottle of Jack and handed it to me as he stepped into the dimly lit room.

Don’t be stingy with the pour, he groused, falling into one of two mismatched chairs. I’ve had a long day and I need a stiff drink.

I nodded, knowing the feeling. Scooping up two wrapped plastic cups from the stack beside the mirror, I filled both half-way and handed one off to my thirsty companion.

Noticing mine was just as tall as his, Trainor snorted. Life as VP ain’t easy. Is it, Hawk? he noted sagely.

Taking a deep swallow from the flimsy plastic, I silently agreed. Lowering my large frame down into the second chair, I sighed. Do you have the envelope?

Boy, you really know how to make a guy feel special, Trainor teased, reaching into his vest and extracting the thick envelope full of cash. He tossed it onto the stained table that lay between us. A little small talk from time to time wouldn’t kill you, you know. Haven’t all those bitches of yours taught you anything over the years?

Smirking, I made the cash disappear into my own vest. Anything new happening with the Knights?

Same old shit, different day, Trainor lamented with a hardy swig. You? How’s that President of yours? I hear he’s getting married this winter.

I shrugged, not wanting to speak on my brother’s business. Reaper is doing well, I said, tapping my breast pocket where the cash was stored. And he’ll be doing even better after I bring him the spoils from our newest partnership.

The Devil’s Riders and the Demon Knights had recently gone into business with one another. A big move, seeing as though, up until last year, we’d quarreled and sent their last president to the morgue!

The man had it coming, though. He’d stupidly kidnapped Reaper’s Old Lady and tried to sell her back to her childhood cult. Thankfully, the arrogant fucker’s subsequent torture and death had settled the dispute, and it was now all water under the bridge.

Since then, the Knights and the Devils had partnered on a few deals. Specifically, a shipment of assorted weapons we were running up to Canada. Not an easy feat these days given all the new border security measures. But working with another Club, and combining our varied connections, made it just a little more manageable. Not to mention a whole hell of a lot more profitable.

Trainor grinned, killing half his drink in one swallow. I bet he’ll appreciate this month’s total. It’s doubled from the last. At this rate, your crew will be able to retire in your goddamned thirties!

I laughed but we both knew that was bullshit. No one got out of this life. At least, not short of a body bag. Many of us had been born directly into the MC and we’d stay in it right up to the end. From the womb to the grave. And the Devil’s President, Reaper Jameson, was no different. Like me, he was a ride-or-die kind of guy. Regular nine-to-five jobs weren’t for men like us. We were one-percenters. We couldn’t work in offices and take shit from fuckwad bosses. We lived hard, dangerously, and free, or not at all. Plain and simple.

My phone rang and I reached into my jeans pocket to retrieve it. Checking the number, I saw that Bishop was calling. My Club Brother was on a run up North with members of the Knights. If he was calling me, I sure hoped that meant he hadn’t fallen into trouble with the five-o.

What’s up? I spoke, as Trainor excused himself to take a piss.

Where are you? Bishop demanded, concern etched in every syllable of his words.

I’m at the Venice Lodge, I returned, lowering my voice. What’s wrong?

It’s Amelia, Bishop informed me. She’s got a problem and I’m stuck on this run and–

My body stiffened as I heard the words I dreaded more than anything. Just tell me what happened, I spoke over him, needing to know what was wrong with the woman who had occupied my thoughts since the first day we’d met.

I don’t have too many details, man, but it seems like some asshole has been following my sister around. Harassing her. Scaring her. And tonight, he paused, trying to collect his anger, the bastard broke into her apartment.

My body went cold. Is she OK?

Amelia wasn’t home when he did it, thank Christ. But the bastard did fuck with her stuff and scared the shit out of her! As soon as I get home, I’m going to hunt the motherfucker down and make him eat pavement until he shits out his teeth.

Where is she now? I demanded, needing to make sure she was safe.

She’s still at her place, he explained. I told her to drive over to the Clubhouse, but you know Amelia. A more stubborn woman I’ve never–,

I’m driving over there now, I interrupted a second time, disconnecting the call just as Trainor exited the can.

Slinging on my leather coat, I called over my shoulder, Got to go take care of something. I’ll see you next month. Same time, same place. Feel free to enjoy the room. It’s paid up until tomorrow morning.

As I was walking out the door, Trainor yelled, Nice talking to you, too, asshole!

Chapter 3

Green Lake, Nevada

Amelia

After talking to my brother, I felt a little better. The shots of whiskey may have helped some, too. Still not able to get over the mental image of my bed being defiled by some creep, I was camped out on my couch, curled up in a fluffy blanket.

I’d already decided I was going to move before this happened. After the break-in, I knew I was finally going to pull the trigger and follow through with my intentions.

Pouring myself another finger of whiskey, I shot it down and enjoyed the burn as it settled in my gut. With each slug of the fiery drink, I resolved to not let this asshole, whoever he was, get to me. I was better than that. Stronger than this pathetic loser’s need for power and control over women who wouldn’t otherwise pay one iota of attention to him.

My brother said he was sending over one of his Club Brothers, German, to change my locks tonight. While I was disappointed that it wasn’t Hawk coming to my rescue, I swallowed down my bitterness alongside the liquor. The locks needed to be changed before I could even consider relaxing for the night. Hawk or not, I was grateful for the assistance.

It was no secret that I had it bad for the tall, handsome biker who was VP of the Devils. Everyone knew about it. Even Hawk himself. However, despite thinking that the two of us might actually end up together a few months back, the stubborn man told me that he couldn’t ‘get seriously involved’ with anyone. Like, ever. No reason. No caveats. Just ‘never’.

To say my hopes had been dashed was an understatement. Out of heartache, and embarrassment, I’d stayed away from my brother’s Clubhouse and the mercurial VP. But he’d never been far from my thoughts. Which was more than just a little annoying to admit.

Sure, I’d tried to date other men. But no one else could measure up to the giant physically or emotionally. Out of pure frustration, I’d taken a hiatus from dating altogether.

Besides, I had my business to focus on. And business at the Baby Doll was booming. Still, the salon didn’t keep me warm at night. Nor did it keep me wholly satisfied in other respects. It had been so long since I’d been taken care of by something other than a piece of plastic, that I was beginning to forget what human companionship actually felt like!

The thought of my vibrator brought my mind crashing back to the present. A chill swept over my body as I recalled the last time I’d seen it. Taking another shot, I tugged my blanket around my shoulders tighter and tried to banish the disturbing memory.

The sharp knock at my front door caused me to jump. Panic flooded my limbs until I remembered it must be German. Surprised that he’d made it over from the Clubhouse so fast, I rose stiffly off the couch and headed toward the door.

Without thinking, I pulled it open expecting to see the Club Road Master. To my surprise, it wasn’t the Devil I expected. It was the one I hadn’t. Hawk. The man who made my heart and body flutter and throb uncontrollably with only the mere thought of him.

Hawk stepped into my apartment without being invited in. Never open the door without first checking who’s behind it! he lectured, skirting beyond me into the living room.

Without so much as a greeting, the giant biker began to move systematically throughout my apartment. Turning on every light in the joint, he checked the place over with absolute precision. No closet was spared. No nook and cranny, overlooked.

His harsh words broke the magic spell his unexpected presence had cast over me. Rolling my eyes, I slammed my front door closed in frustration.

I’ve already done that! I called out after him, watching with chagrin as Hawk peered behind the shower curtain in my bathroom.

How dense did he think I was? He knew those blonde jokes weren’t actually real, right?

When he was satisfied we were alone, Hawk returned to the living room. His presence seemed to consume the whole space. The closer he got, the smaller I felt. At only five-six, his massive six-foot-three, muscular frame dwarfed mine in a way that both awed and excited me.

Hawk’s attention laser-focused in on me then. His dark eyes, always so serious, seemed even stormier than usual. What happened? he demanded. Tell me everything. Don’t leave anything out.

Suddenly shaking, I wrapped my hands around my waist in an attempt to self-soothe. I wasn’t sure if these feelings I was experiencing were due to the terrible situation I’d found myself in, the sudden chill of the changing season, or the beguiling man in front of me.

Regardless, I pushed past my fears and began to relay my story as best as I could. It’s hard to know exactly where to begin, I spoke after a ragged intake of breath. It started small. There’d be a knock at my front door, and when I’d answer it, no one would be there. Twice, flowers were sent for me to the salon with no note or explanation of who they’d come from. Then, things started to change. Become more troublesome, I said, pacing back and forth as I spoke.

Troublesome how? Hawk pressed, eating up the distance between us and turning me to face him.

His warm hands on my cold skin felt so good. So comforting. Ignoring the desire to snuggle against him like a needy kitten, I cleared my throat and shrugged. A few weeks back, I got a flat on a new set of tires. When I brought it into the shop to have it fixed, they told me it wasn’t a defect in the rubber like I’d thought. They said the hole looked like a deliberate puncture mark of some kind.

Hawk frowned. Hammer told you that? Why the hell didn’t he say anything about it to me or your brother?

I sighed. I didn’t bring it to the Club mechanic. I brought it to the dealership.

Hawk’s frown deepened. Why the hell did you bring your car to the dealership when the Club has its own auto-body shop?

I couldn’t bring myself to tell the hard-headed man the real reason. The one where I admitted it was too painful to be near him, and not with him, so I lied. Convenience, I answered cryptically, waiving the whole thing away as though it were just a pesky, superfluous detail.

When you need new tires, or anything else for that matter, you bring your car to our goddamned Club mechanic! You understand? Hawk’s grip tightened on my arms as he spoke. That way, when shit like this happens, we’ll take care of it.

I agreed just to get beyond the whole issue. After the tire incident, there was nothing for a few weeks. Except… I hedged, nervously biting my lower lip.

Hawk’s perceptive gaze narrowed in on me. Except what?

I just couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched. Followed even. I thought someone driving behind me late one night was acting suspiciously, so I started taking random left turns to test my theory. On my fourth turn, they kept going so I figured I was mistaken. That I was letting my love for true-crime novels, and lack of sleep, get to me.

Jesus, Amelia! Hawk swore. You should have told me about this shit when you first suspected there was a problem!

This time I turned the tables on him. Why?

Because—, he hesitated, running a large hand roughly through his dark hair. An uncharacteristic look of indecision streaked across his strong features as he struggled to produce an acceptable answer. You’re Bishop’s little sister and the Devils take care of their own. That’s why!

Disappointed with his reasoning, I trudged over to the kitchen and poured myself a large glass of water. I was feeling buzzed from my earlier shots, and I needed to clear my head if I didn’t want to say something I’d live to regret.

Draining the contents of my cup, I refilled it. With my back still turned, I asked into the uncomfortable silence, Would you like something to drink?

Hawk silently came up behind me, spinning me in place. In only my bare feet, he seemed impossibly tall. Towering nearly a foot over my head in his scuffed, black, biker boots, his muscular frame enveloped mine. His shoulders were so broad they blocked out everything from my direct line of vision but him. This close, all I could see were his beautiful, deep brown eyes. They mesmerized me. Drew me in and held me captive in a way that only he could.

Threading his thick fingers through my platinum blonde hair, he asked, Let’s try this again. Are you okay?

Tears pricked and threatened to spill down my cheeks. Yeah, I managed, my voice heavy with emotion. You know me. I’ll be fine.

Hawk’s fathomless gaze pushed past my carefully constructed walls. He saw what lay behind them. The fear. The pain. The longing. It was all there. All he had to do was look at me and my soul was bared wide to him. It had always been like that between us. He’d stolen my heart the first day we’d met, and I suspected he’d hold on to it until my very last moment on earth.

Hawk leaned his body into mine, wedging it snugly against the curve of the countertop. This close, I could feel the growing bulge in his pants and I instantly grew wet.

Instinctively, my hips swayed against his impressive erection, my lips parting as a wave of pleasure rippled through me. If this small amount of contact felt this good, what would more feel like? The thought of my naked skin against Hawk’s sent a fire ripping through me. Unconsciously, I moaned with pleasure.

Hawk’s grip on my thick hair became even more harsh. Firmly tugging on the platinum strands, he tilted my head back so far I was staring directly into his hungry face. His free hand roamed down my body, gathered up my loose, ankle-length skirt, and yanked it up and around my waist.

I swear, Amelia, he rasped, his palm edging down my thigh. No matter how hard I try, I can never stay away from you! His lips grazed my ear and he whispered, You have no idea all the dark things I want to do to you whenever you’re near.

I whimpered as his fingers groped my backside. His cock strained against his jeans and rubbed against my clit in the most delicious way. Wrapping my legs around his waist, Hawk growled and set me atop the worn Formica. His grip transferred from my ass to the G-string riding along the swell of my hip.

Fuck me! he hissed, his fingers trailing the string of my panties down to my already soaking pussy. I want to be inside you so bad, Babe, he confessed, the tips of his fingers caressing the damp cotton between the juncture of my thighs.

My lust-filled stare crashed into his equally smoldering one. What’s stopping you then? Rubbing the palm of my hand along the column of granite in his jeans, I packed up the courage and said, Fuck me, Hawk. I want you, too. Can’t you feel it?

Shifting