Grim Road MC, Book 2
Motorcycle Club Romance, Suspense, Age Gap
Date Published: March 8, 2024
Lemon: I’m settling in at Grim Road in my role as vice president. The
men test me, but it’s all in good fun. I think I enjoy it as much as
they do. Then, out of nowhere, things go horribly sideways. I realize how
much weaker I am physically than everyone else in the club. That weakness
can be a horrible liability. Yeah. Things are going great. Until they
aren’t. I may have bitten off more than I can chew…
Rocket: My little sourpuss is a force to be reckoned with. She takes
everything dished out to her and gives it back in spades. She’s my VP,
but she’s also my old lady. Sometimes, I need to take care of her.
More importantly, she has to let me. That fact is never more apparent than
when a small team of roughnecks think she’s a woman from another club.
They soon find out the error of their ways, but at what cost to Lemon?
It’s time for the president of Grim Road MC to take charge. And
there’s gonna be hell to pay.
Excerpt
Lemon
I made it a whole month at Grim Road MC before Falcon threatened to cut off
my dick and feed it to me. I think he forgot I was a girl or something
because I’m as docile as they come. Yep. Passive even!
OK. I’m lying. I liked busting Falcon’s balls just ‘cause
I could. The guys had made me vice president of Grim Road right after Rocket
brought me to the compound. Since then, we’ve all been working on our
trust issues. And by “we,” I mean the men of Grim. I got that
they all had secrets. I got that everyone had things they didn’t want
anyone else to know. Even then, you tell your family. Because it was your
family who would always have your back. Grim Road was family. Rocket’s
family. My family.
Except for Falcon. But he was a work in progress.
“I swear to God, Rocket. If you don’t do something about that
little hellion, I may shoot her.”
“Now, Falcon. You know it’s not nice to threaten to shoot your
vice president.” I just loved taunting him.
“Next time Rocket calls church, I’m askin’ for your
fuckin’ patch.”
I sighed, trying to fight back a smile before I ruined my indifference.
“Are you still sore about your bike? ‘Cause it was totally for a
good cause. Saved Rocket’s life.”
“You know what the fuck this is about, woman!” Falcon’s
hair was wild and sticking out all over the damned place. Looked like
he’d been trying to pull his hair out by the roots. Over and over. And
over.
“I even had the thing fixed for you. Only took a couple weeks in the
body shop, and they assured me it would be good as new. Not a scratch to be
seen.”
“You had them paint it pink!” He had his arms out like he was
going to lunge and choke me to death the second he got the chance, but I
wasn’t worried. First, Falcon was all bark and no bite. At least he
was with me. Remember the family part? Second, he knew Rocket would feed him
to the sharks in very small pieces if he even looked at me cross-eyed.
“Not only did you crash my fuckin’ bike through a door
intentionally, you disrespected it even more by painting it pink!” He
practically roared the last word. And I was pretty sure there was spit
flying from his lips. Which was just gross. Fucker.
“Tell you what. I’ll apologize to your bike. I’ll even
volunteer to ride beside you when you take her for a test
drive.”
“No way in fuck I’m ridin’ that abomination in public.
I’m surprised Knox let the fuckin’ thing in the compound at
all.”
Knox chose that moment to enter the common room. “Knox didn’t
know what was gonna roll out of that Goddamned trailer or he wouldn’t
have let it in,” he commented.
I grinned, looking over my shoulder at Knox and popped my gum like a bimbo.
“Hey, Knox. Havin’ a good afternoon?”
“Was until that fuckin’ bike showed up.”
“Awesome! Now. Forget all that. It’s not
important.”
“Not important? How the fuck is you having my bike painted pink not
fuckin’ important?” Yeah. Falcon was in a bit of a snit. But
fuck him. If he wanted to be the best patched member of Grim Road — after
me, of course — he needed to learn that there was a method to my madness.
And there was one very huge wrong in this place that needed to be righted. I
figured one month was long enough for everyone involved to start their
penance.
“Because it was sacrificed for the greater good. This is one of those
times, Falcon.”
“What the everlovin’ Christ are you talking about,
Lemon?” Falcon sounded equal parts pissed and resigned.
“I’m talking about Gina.”
That got everyone’s attention. And quit the bitching.
“She good?” Falcon was immediately sober, all his anger at me
evaporating in the space of a word.
“She’s learning to be. In case you hadn’t noticed,
she’s been leaving her house more and more. Had supper in the common
room last night.”
“Yeah. I noticed.” Falcon glanced at Leather, who ducked his
head, shaking it slightly as if he wanted to deny what had happened.
“A few of us made sure she had what she needed.” Falcon gave a
sigh. “I apologized, too. Took several tries before she finally opened
her door. Not that I blame her. She say why she ain’t left? Surely she
knows she can. Right?”
“She knows,” Rocket leaned back on the couch where we sat. He
draped an arm over my shoulder, and I snuggled against him shamelessly. Not
only did it feel good to have his arm around me, but it reinforced my claim
to any club girls in the building. “This is her home now. I promised
to keep her safe, even from men inside my own club.”
“So she trusts you,” Falcon nodded. “I guess that’s
something.”
I snorted. “Nah. She don’t trust Rocket.” My man gave me
the side eye, but flashed a cocky grin too. Like he was proud of me. But,
honestly, what man with me wouldn’t be proud, right? “She trusts
me.”
When Falcon looked to Rocket to confirm, Rocket just smirked. “She
ain’t lyin’, my friend. Gina believes in Lemon. Believes Lemon
can keep her safe. Ain’t gonna lie and say I’m not disappointed
a woman under the club’s protection doesn’t fully trust me, but
I suppose that’s just one of many reasons I have Lemon in my
life.”
“Damned straight, baby.” I leaned in and brushed a kiss over
Rocket’s lower lip. “See me, love me, motherfuckers.” That
got a laugh from everyone, including Falcon.
“Seems like you’ve got that situation under
control.”
“I totally do, Falcon. Which is why I had your Harley painted
pink.”
“Not… seeing how the two go together.” Poor Falcon. He
was really having a hard time. He seemed to have even forgotten he was
supposed to be pissed about the paint job on his bike. This was why I liked
keeping him off-balance. It was so much fucking fun to watch. I knew I
shouldn’t enjoy myself at Falcon’s expense. This was actually
serious stuff. But, honestly, I just couldn’t help myself.
“Because, Gina happens to be fond of the color pink. In fact, she
told me that, if she knew how to ride a motorcycle, she’d save
everything she could to buy her a pink bike. Now, me personally?” I
shook my head. “Don’t see the appeal. However, if Gina likes it,
I think we all owe her way the fuck more than one stupid pink
motorcycle.” I pointed at Falcon. “You ever want to graduate to
officer’s training camp?”
“Officer… what?” Falcon jerked his head back like
I’d slapped him. Which, I mean, I won’t lie and say I
didn’t want to. Not because he deserved it, but because he thought he
deserved it. And I just plain thought beating up on Falcon was fucking fun.
But, not in this instance. Much.
“Well, yeah. You don’t think every officer in this club will be
around forever, do you? Or even want to stay an officer. There will be a
time when your services may be needed in that capacity, though why,
I’m not sure. You’re just as big a dumb fuck today as you were
the day I met you.” I looked him up and down like I was judging him
and finding him lacking. “Gonna take longer than I first thought with
this one,” I muttered.
Falcon took a threatening step toward me, but Rocket growled at him. The
younger man glanced from me to Rocket before slinking back that fucking
threatening step. I smirked.
“One of these days, Lemon,” he growled.
“Yep. One of these days I’ll hand you your balls, and
you’ll probably just stand there wondering what the fuck just
happened. You know. Like you’re doing right now.”
“Christ.”
“Pretty sure Christ had little to do with it,” Leather
muttered. “Satan? Yeah. Possibly.”
I waved them both away. “Satan has a restraining order out on me. He
had nothing to do with it either.”
Knox barked out a laugh before moving from the doorway. “Give it up,
guys. You’re never gonna get one over on that woman.”
“Whose bright idea was it to make her vice president anyway?”
Falcon was back to looking all surly again.
“That’d be me.” Bear, the second biggest man I’d
ever seen in my life moved into the room, crossing from the back to the
front in his even, confident gate. He didn’t pause but passed by
Falcon and smacked him on the back of the head before heading out the front
door to the parking lot.
“Ow, Bear! What the fuck?” Falcon looked ready to do murder,
but I wanted to laugh. God, I loved it here! There was so much glorious
mayhem! And, being vice president, I got to cause as much as I wanted and no
one said anything. Occasionally, Rocket would pull me back, but most of the
time, he let nature take its course.
“Best get on your bike and go find Gina. Give her a few rides, make
her comfortable with everyone here and maybe Lemon will let you paint your
bike black again,” advised Bear.
“Finally!” I threw up my hands in exasperation. “Someone
who understands.” I looked up at Rocket. “You should make him
your vice president. Oh, wait…” I grinned.
Falcon mumbled, but Leather actually nodded his head, his face relaxing a
little, and I knew he got it. “We should all take a turn, Falcon. I
know it’s your bike and all, but if she likes pink Harleys, then I
think we should all take her ridin’. Show her we’ll do anything
to earn her trust.”
I tilted my head at Leather. “You just went up several notches in my
esteem. Maybe we can put you in charge of sensitivity training.”
“Lemon,” Rocket sighed. “They’re doing what you
wanted. Let them work it out.”
“They don’t seem to be able to, though Leather got the right
idea. Kudos to you!” I grinned at Leather. “See if you can get
the other dumbasses who don’t want to admit they did anything wrong to
fall in line. You do, I’ll give you a cookie.”
Surprisingly, Leather grinned. “Yes, madam vice president.” He
sketched me a two-finger salute and sauntered outside. Falcon gave a
dramatic sigh and followed.
“He’s not a bad guy, you know.” Rocket leaned down to
murmur next to my ear.
“Yep. I know. I just like fuckin’ with him. Besides, Gina needs
this. And I think the guys do too.”
“They do. I’m glad you recognize that. Of course, I’m
pretty sure none of them would have voted you in as VP if they hadn’t
known you’d have good instincts with us.”
“How’m I doin’?” I gave him a cheeky grin.
About the Author
Marteeka Karland is an international bestselling author who leads a double
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