Sinister Knights MC #1-3

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

K ing

Icy wind froze my hair as I climbed higher up into the mountains with my bike, the memory of being between Piper’s sweet thighs playing on one gorgeous loop inside my head. She was everything I didn’t know I needed, the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen, and without a doubt, my guiltiest pleasure.

I’d hardly reconciled myself to the fact that she was eight years younger than me, and now I had to deal with the fact that she was a virgin

Hell, I wanted her, liked knowing I was the only man who would ever be inside her.

But a virgin?

I didn’t even know they still existed.

Smooth asphalt turned to loose gravel under my tires as the road finally ran out, the cabin I was headed for only another mile and a half off the road down a long two-track. Prez had received a report there was a squatter from the Outlaws shacking up in the north cabin. Prez had small one- and two-bedroom shacks and A-frames dotted all over the woods up here. The guys mostly used them for hunting, but now and again, we used them to hide out when there was trouble or someone was looking for retaliation.

I pulled into the long drive that led to the secluded cabin just as a few snowflakes fluttered around my vision. I turned the last bend and was irritated to find not just one juiced-up bike waiting for me, but a second one. If Prez had known there were two guys, he probably wouldn't have sent me up here alone, but I could handle both of them, I had no doubt about that.

I cut the engine on my bike just as the door of the cabin flew open and bullets rang through the night. A series of shouts fell on my ears as I ducked behind the nearest tree and pulled the concealed weapon I carried from the back of my waistband. “Who’s out there?”

I recognized the heavy slur in the voice. The guy was drunk, at least, maybe even on something. I mulled over my options as I watched him stumble across the front porch, sliding the gun into his waistband when he thought he was alone.

I took that moment to plow out from behind the truck and knock him off his feet, landing a series of fists to his face before I was covered in blood and with his gun firmly in my own hand. “Get the fuck out of here.”

I shoved him off the porch, enjoying the satisfying thump as his heavy weight hit the ground.

“Hey, what the fuck?” A second man stumbled out of the door, eyes hazy with his high.

“You’re trespassing, that’s what the fuck.” I went to shove him off the porch, right next to his buddy.

“What the fuck do you know about it?” the bastard spun, a glint of gunmetal flashing before pain sliced the outside of my thigh, blood soaking my jeans almost instantly.

Adrenaline flooded my brain, the will to fight consuming all else, and I launched across the space that stretched between us, tackling him fully before landing both of my fists in his face for a series of minutes.

He was unconscious not much later, and I tossed the heft of his body on top of his friend, glaring at him. “If either of you are here by the time my boots hit that porch, the most recognizable thing on your face will be the tread marks from my tires.”

The Outlaw didn’t wait long; he was heaving his buddy on the front of his bike and roaring down the driveway before I’d even turned around.

Useless fuckers.

I winced, the throbbing in my leg stealing my attention for the first time.

“Fuck!” I growled, clamping a hand down on my thigh to try to stanch the blood flow.

Stomping up the stairs, I slammed through the cabin door and shoved a hand into my pocket to pull my cell phone and call Prez, when the damn thing blared in my hand.

Piper.

Shit.

She was not going to like this.

I answered the phone, pressing it to my ear and mustering a bright hello.

“Hey, you left your cut behind. I found it under the bed.”

“I’ve been shot.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“W-what?”

My head turned dizzy as I fell down, ass-first, onto the sofa. “Gotta call Prez.”

“Where are you, King? Should I call an ambulance?”

“No!” The thought jolted me awake. The Knights had a distaste for all things authority, and I didn’t need it anyway. “S’only a flesh wound.”

“King, you’re slurring. Please, tell me where you are!”

“At the cabin off the county road.”

“The two-track and the pond?” Her words were coming slower now, a clue that something was very wrong.

“Yeah.” The pain in my leg began to fade away. “Gotta call Prez…”

“I’ll call him.” Piper spoke in my ear, causing a slow, happy smile to turn my lips. “King, I’ll be right there. Just stay on the phone with me, okay, babe?”

“You called me babe.” My cheeks spread wider, my eyelids growing heavier. “Hell, I wanted to fuck the innocence right out of you earlier, pretty Piper, but you threw me for a loop. Virgin. Can’t believe you’re a virgin.”

“I can’t believe we’re talking about this.” I could hear her rushing around on the other end of the phone.

“I like talkin’ ’bout you.” Every muscle in my body felt leaded with weights, and I finally gave in to the feeling, sliding farther down onto the couch.

“King?” Piper whispered. “King!” Her voice grew shriller, and my eyes bolted open.

“Yeah?”

“How you doin’, babe?”

“Talkin’ to you.” My words came slower. “Pretty Piper. My Piper. Fuck, I’m really tired.”

“God, you’re probably losing too much blood. Hang on for just a minute, I’m going to call Prez on the other phone and let him know what’s going on, and then I’ll be right there, okay, King?”

Her words had already faded into my memory.

“King?”

A pounding shot through my head, piercing the back of my eyelids and slicing through my skull.

Too much pain.

Too.

Much.

Pain.