Breaking The Biker (The Biker Series)(2)

By: Cassie Alexandra

My chest tightened and I closed my eyes, forcing the tears away. Now was not the time to lose my shit. Cole would surely pull over and Slammer would ride off.

“For the record, I still think this is a very bad idea,” he said, pushing in the dashboard lighter.

“I never said it was a good one. Just that it needed to happen,” I replied bitterly.

Cole had tried talking me out of it so many times. Finally, I told him that I’d do it without his help and that had worried him even more. As much as he loved me, Cole was chauvinistic and believed that women couldn’t handle anything on their own without making a mistake. Especially if it was crime-related. Being a prospect for the Devil’s Rangers, I was pretty confident that he’d already been involved in some of their illegal dealings and thought himself to be an expert. Another reason to hate my brother’s MC as well as their enemies. They were turning him into a criminal.

“Do you really think Mark would want you risking your life like this?”

Mark had been Billy’s father. He’d died the year before in a car accident. He’d been working eighteen-hour days, trying to earn extra income so that we could buy a house. It was believed that he’d nodded off on his way home on the morning of the accident. His Jeep had drifted over the center line of a busy freeway, hitting a tree head-on. It was said that Mark’s death had been quick and that he hadn’t felt a thing. Billy had been shot in the shoulder, which I knew had to have been painful. Unfortunately, he’d died before I’d made it to the hospital. I hadn’t even been able to comfort him.

“I don’t want to hear it anymore,” I said, wiping the moisture from under my eyes. “Slammer is going to get what’s coming to him, so just keep following the asshole and stop badgering me about it.”

Cole lit another cigarette and became quiet.

We followed Slammer for a few more blocks until he parked his bike in the parking lot of a local credit union  . It was shortly after six and the place appeared to be closed.

“What’s he doing?” I asked, sitting up straighter.

Cole frowned. “I don’t know. Maybe he’s withdrawing some money from the ATM? Looks like you have to go inside to use the machine.”

“Hmm,” I said, biting my lower lip.

He parked the van on the side of the street across from the bank. We watched as Slammer got off of his bike and walked over to the door with the flashing ATM sign.

“See, I told you,” said my brother, smirking. “He’s probably making a withdrawal. Should rob the fucker, too.”

“I’m not after his dirty money,” I said, shoving the gun into my sweatshirt. I pulled the hood over my dark hair and slipped on a pair of sunglasses. “After I go into the building, pull up to the doorway. This shouldn’t take too long.”

“Jesus, you’re really going through with this?” he asked, staring at me like I was some kind of alien.

“This was never meant to be a game, little brother,” I said, opening the door. I got out and hurried across the street, my heart pumping madly in my chest. As I reached the doorway, two women, speed-walking, rounded the corner of the building.


They both stepped around me; one looked back over her shoulder with a curious look on her face. I couldn’t exactly blame her for being nosy. I was wearing a hoodie, in the middle of summer, and a dark pair of sunglasses. I probably looked like a street punk up to no good.

Not exactly worried about them, I entered the building and was prepared to shoot anyone who got in my way. I had more than one bullet, and part of me toyed with the idea of ending my own miserable life.

When I saw the man responsible for Billy’s death alone at the cash machine, I immediately got behind him and pulled the gun out of my pocket.

“I’m almost done here,” he mumbled, pushing some buttons.

Staring at the patch of the gold snake on the back of his cut, I cocked the gun and pointed it at him. My hand shook as I tried to hold it straight.

Hearing the click, Slammer’s shoulders stiffened up. He turned his head and looked at me. “What in the hell is this? A robbery?”

“You… you’re the one who robbed me,” I replied, my voice breaking as I pictured my baby’s smile and the soft curls that framed his face. I would never again get to kiss those dimpled cheeks or watch him sleep at night.

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