The Devil's Bed (Sensual Romance, M.C Bikers Alpha Male) by Elizabeth Wilde Read Free Book Online Page A

the lot.  It looked more like the motorcycle from batman that any Harley she was familiar with, this guy was clearly loaded.
     
    “Here,” he said as he sat her on his large black and grey bike.  He pulled a helmet out of the compartment on the back of the bike.  He started to shove it on her head when she stopped him. “I’ve got it,” She fumed.
     
    “What the fuck is all this about?” she said as she adjusted the helmet.
     
    “No time to talk, just hold on tight,” he said.
    Cinnamon looked over at her beat up car and saw the body was gone as they drove passed it.  Her heart raced, she had never felt this kind of thrill before it was almost intoxicating.  Her hands slid around his well-toned muscular waist.  They road down the coastline until they reached Florence, Oregon, a small hillbilly coastal, town known for hosting bikers.
     
    As the bike purred to a stop in front of an old cabin, Cinnamon tried to calculate her means of escape.  It was obvious to her that this man was trouble and she had, had enough trouble to fill up a lifetime.
     

Chapter 3

“Jake, what the fuck? You attack some guy probably kill him, pick me up and bring me here?” she said.  She looked at the abandoned cabin as if it was a shanty.
     
    “Cinnamon, I will explain later, we need to get inside,” he said.  He walked his bike behind the cabin and put into park.  It struck her as odd that if this was his house why would he be hiding.
     
    Once inside he sat down on the couch, he pulled at his leather jacket and unzipped it. She couldn’t help but stare as his tight t-shirt revealed every sculpted inch of his perfect abs.
    “So that was weird,” he said as he stretched his legs out.
     
    “Can I go home?” She asked.
     
    “Nope,” he responded closing his eyes as if he was worn out from murdering and kidnapping someone.
     
    “What’s going to stop me from walking out this door,” she asked crossing her arms.
     
    “Fine go ahead get killed,” he said waving his arm in the air.
    “You seem to know a lot more about the situation than I do,” she said and started to turn towards the door. Before she could open it he was at her side, “I wouldn’t do that,” he said leaning against the door.  Cinnamon couldn’t help but take in his musky scent of leather and sweat, he smelled familiar she just couldn’t be sure of what.
     
     
    “So what gang are you in?” she asked smirking at him.
    “Fire Demons,” he said crossing his arms. 
     
     
    “Who sent you?” she asked rolling her eyes as he tried to give her a smoldering look. 
     
     
    “You should know,” he said shrugging.
     
     
    “God Damn it, can’t ever live a normal life,” she cried out while throwing her arms in the air.
     
     
    “Yeah, I bet it’s been rough for you,” he said in a sarcastic tone.
     
     
    “It has actually, you try being the daughter of a gang leader sometime,” she moved out from under his leaning arm and stood back away from him.
     
    “What’s he gotten himself into now,” she said in a droll voice.
     
    “Well, he might have stepped on someone’s shoes when he stole over a million in meth from Big Ed,” he said crossing his arms.
     
     
    “Wait who’s Big Ed,” she said.  She had spent more than two years away from the gang lifestyle having gotten involved in drugs when she was too young to understand. 
     
     
    “My dad,” he said with a shrug and a grin.
     
     
    Cinnamon felt her heart drop. She was alone in a cabin with the enemy.
     
     
    She quickly turned and tried to kick him with her right leg.  He caught her leg and knocked into her side. She moved swiftly avoiding falling on to the floor but she was too slow to block his hand from grabbing her left arm.
     
     
    “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to use this stuff,” he said as he pulled both her hands together while he walked over to his bag from earlier today.  Her mind flashed to the XL Magnums and she felt a shiver run