Unlawfully Yours (Lawless MC #1)

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“I have a bone to pick with you,” I begin, setting a steaming cup of coffee down in front of Maddie. “You gave Myles my phone number.”

A sly smirk crosses her lips. “ Technically, I gave it to Jett.”

“Same difference. Weren’t you the least bit curious as to why Jett wanted it? You must have known.”

She shrugs, bringing her cup to her mouth. “So, maybe I did. A little shove in the right direction never hurt anybody. What’s up with you two anyway? The tension between you the other night at the club… Jesus . Netflix should make a movie out of you two, it was so hot!” She fans her face with her hand for effect.

I rest my elbows on the counter across from her and blow out a breath. “Honestly, I have no idea what’s going on.”

“Have you two… you know? ” She purses her lips and closes her eyes, making exaggerated kissing noises.

I don’t even have to answer because I’m certain my face has done it for me.

“Holy shit,” she gasps. “Did you sleep with him?”

Again, my face does the answering for me.

“Oh my god! How was it?”

“The stupidest thing I’ve ever done,” I admit.

“He was that bad?”

I wish he was. “No. He was… mind-blowingly good, but I can’t go there again.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m a cop and he’s Lawless. How would it look? We’re world’s apart, complete opposites. I mean, how do you think my boss would react if he knew I was banging the leader of the local MC?” Surely that sort of thing is a conflict of interest?

“But Lawless aren’t criminals, are they? I mean, it’s not like Sons of Anarchy , they’re not blowing up warehouses, gunning people down in the street and dealing cocaine, right?”

No, that’s more The Cobras’ style of operation. “Well, no. I guess not. B—”

“Then what’s the problem? All I’m hearing are excuses, I didn’t hear anything in there about you not wanting to. You clearly like him.”

I do like him. Much more than I should.

“That’s beside the point. It could never work anyway.”

“Allie, you’ve got to stop caring what people will think. Screw everyone else. If Myles is who you want, then take him. If you don’t, you might end up regretting it.”

It would make it a whole lot easier if I didn’t like Myles and I definitely do want him, and I can’t ignore that flutter of excitement in my belly when I think about him. When I think back to that night. How good it felt to let myself go and escape my head for a while, to let someone else take control.

“Enough about me. Were you okay that night, getting a ride home with Jett?” I deflect.

“I was fine. I’ve never been on a motorcycle before and being wrapped up around Jett Lawson is every girl’s dream.”

“You’ve got a thing for Jett?”

She shrugs. “I had a major crush on him in school, everybody did. He was hot back then but now? He’s gorgeous.”

“So nothing happened when he dropped you off?”

She smiles softly. “He kissed me on the cheek like a gentleman which was unexpected. Not as unexpected as seeing a woman penetrated by not one but three men in the club! At the same time! My cheeks were so hot I thought my face was gonna melt off!”

I throw my head back and laugh.

“It’s not funny!”

I cover her hand with mine. “I’m sorry I dragged you there in the first place, it was a stupid idea.”

“I did wonder why you chose there of all places. Isn’t it owned by that motorcycle club in Hillcrest?”

“You know The Cobras?”

“Everyone does.”

“Going there was an excuse to get close them. They’ve been doing some shady shit and I think they are the ones behind Kit’s shooting, but I shouldn’t have involved you. I’m sorry.”

“Al, be careful. Even I’ve heard of The Cobras and I understand enough to know they are bad people, like really bad.”

“Don’t worry about me. Nothing bad’s going to happen, I promise.” I glance down at my watch. “Shit, I should be getting to work.”

“Me too. It’s our annual sports day today.”

I grab my stuff before walking Maddie out the door.

“I’ll text you later,” I call as she reaches her car.

“Okay, and think about what I said, about Myles.” She blows me a kiss as she climbs into her car.

I watch her back out of my driveway and disappear down the street before getting into my car.

Myles’ face fills my mind and my heart skips a beat. Can I entertain the thought of being with Myles? Do I really want that? I leave those questions hang unanswered as I head to work.

Work is uneventful and the day drags on incredibly slowly. The already cold trail on the ones responsible for Kit’s shooting has hit sub-zero. Not a single clue. Not a single shred of evidence.

Deep down I know it was The Cobras. Who else would be evil enough to target a bunch of children in the street, and the son of the MC’s President at that? However, proving it is another thing entirely and I’d have to give an explanation as to why I suspect it was them in the first place, and without evidence? I can’t go around accusing people without something to back me up.

“You hear about The Cobras’ VP, Rick?” Ryan asks.

That catches my attention. “No, what?”

“Got jumped in lock up. Not sure what happened but apparently someone attacked him in his cell.”

“Jesus, is he okay?”

He shakes his head. “Dead.”

“Do they know who was responsible?”

“No idea. Someone must’ve really wanted him dead.” Someone calls Ryan over and he offers me a wink before sliding off my desk.

I have a pretty good idea of who would want The Cobras’ VP dead, and with good reason. I won’t lie and say the word isn’t a better place with one less Cobra in it, but at the end of the day, it’s a murder. And as the bodies begin to stack up and after all the shit that’s been going on around here, I have to wonder when all of this is going to come to a head. Deep in my gut, I know that something is coming.

Something is brewing between Lawless and The Cobras and I just have to figure out where I fit into it all.

By the time my shift is over, I’m too exhausted to cook, so I grab takeout on my way home from a pizza place around the corner from the station. Once I’ve finished eating, I enjoy a well-needed bath, letting the warmth of the water and the soft scent of lavender relax me. I change into my pyjamas and head downstairs, flicking through Netflix and falling on 10 Things I Hate About You , a film I’ve seen a thousand times over, but for some reason I can’t seem to get into it tonight.

I’m too distracted.

My eyes drift across the room to the sideboard and my belly flips as a memory of Myles bending me over it the other night flashes through my mind, a zap of electricity shooting straight between my legs.

I down the glass of wine in front of me and get up, crossing the room. The wide, smooth surface of the sideboard looks empty and bare without the vase that took centre stage, the same vase that now lies in a thousand tiny pieces in the trash. I let my hand slide over the cool pine surface, remembering how cold it felt under my hardened nipples and against my cheek, how the edges of the cabinet bit into the flesh of my hips as he pounded into me.

I liked how his hands felt on my body, pinning me down, totally exposed and at his mercy. I liked how he drove into me with skilled perfection. No man has ever made me feel the way he did.

I felt alive.

I want to feel it again.

Feminism went out of the window the second he pinned me down and rutted into me like a man possessed. Like a man who knows what he wants and is not afraid to take it.

I head back over to the open bottle of wine sitting on the coffee table, refilling my glass until the last drops of Merlot fall from the bottle and I down the lot in one go.

I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol or the arousal coursing through my veins, maybe it’s a combination of both that has me picking up my phone, but whatever it is, it has me doing the stupidest thing I think I’ve ever done. Even more stupid than telling Myles to fuck me.

“Allie?” His voice makes me shiver.

“Come over.”

There’s a brief pause on the other end. “I’m on my way.”

The line goes dead and my stomach flutters.

What the hell am I doing?