FORBIDDEN

Death Dealers MC Series, Book 1

By Alana Sapphire

Copyright 2015 Alana Sapphire

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Cover design by Louisa Maggio from LM Creations

Edited by Hot Tree Editing

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Rock Hard

About the Author

Forbidden (adjective)

– Not permitted or allowed

Synonyms – banned, barred, prohibited

CHAPTER 1

***Gage***

“Fuck me. Who’s that?”

Einstein follows my gaze and furrows his brows in confusion.

“Who?”

“Her. In the blue shorts, white tank top.”

“Oh, that’s Lonnie’s sister,” E says.

“She belong to anyone?” I ask.

“Doubt it. I think she just moved here.”

“Fuck.” I can’t take my eyes off her.

“I know, man. Practically every man here has been salivating over her since she showed up.”

And why wouldn’t they? She’s a Latina goddess. My view of her is from the side, but goddamn! Tits a man can bury his face in, an ass to grab onto, a tiny waist, and legs perfect for wrapping around me. Her smooth, spotless, caramel skin has my fingers itching to touch her, and her long, jet-black hair with streaks of blue would look amazing coiled around my fist…while I fuck her doggy-style.

“You sure she doesn’t have an old man?”

“Why do I get the feeling you’re going to find out?”

“Because I am,” I answer him over my shoulder as I walk away.

I watch her as I make my way over. She’s standing between Lonnie and Super Head. I don’t know her real name, but the bitch can sure suck a dick. Lonnie points something out to them and they turn at an angle where I can see her face. I freeze in my tracks. This chick is fucking hot! I’m getting a boner just looking at her. I continue walking, my eyes locked on her like a missile to its target. When the other two notice me approaching, they stand straighter and push out their chests. The black-haired beauty rolls her eyes and folds her arms under her breasts. I nod to what’s-her-face and drape my arm around Lonnie’s shoulders.

“Lonnie, baby. Ain’t seen you in a while.”

She giggles and rubs against me, but I am in no way interested in her right now. The beauty rolls her eyes again and turns her head to the side. She has my full attention, yet she’s looking everywhere but at me. Out of either boredom or annoyance, she starts fidgeting with one of the five earrings in her right ear.

“Miss me, Gage?” Lonnie tries to draw my attention back to her.

“All the brothers missed you,” I say, even though if I hadn’t seen her today, I wouldn’t have realized she was away.

“I was out of town.”

Yeah, yeah, whatever.

“Mm hmm. Who’s this?”

“This is my sister, Raven.”

Raven. Perfect. Just perfect. She finally looks at me, and I stare into the most gorgeous blue eyes I’ve ever seen, like the sky on a cloudless day, like her shorts, the streaks in her hair, and the color on her eyelids. I’m guessing blue is her favorite color.

“Raven –”

“Hi. Bye.”

I watch in disbelief as she marches off. Lonnie stiffens beneath my arm.

“Gage, she doesn’t understand –”

“It’s okay, Lonnie,” I cut her off.

I leave them and march right after her, grabbing her wrist before she storms out the gate. No one walks away from me. No one.

“Let go of me!”

She twists her hand out of my grasp and turns to face me. She’s a little thing, barely reaching my chin, but her attitude is bigger than that small body can contain. Her eyes are shooting daggers. She thinks she’s intimidating? I can’t help but smile.

“Something funny?”

“You.”

“Save it. I didn’t come here to be anyone’s whore.”

She turns to leave and I grab her hand to stop her. Again, she pulls out of my grasp.

“Don’t touch me.”

Her voice is laced with contempt. I know she’s new around here, but she can’t be that new.

“Do you know who I am?”

Her gaze drops to my cut and the different patches before she looks me in the eyes again.

“I don’t care who you are. I told you, I didn’t come here to be anyone’s whore.”

She’s too cute. It’s strange because I like it, and I don’t do cute. I want to throw her over my shoulder and lock her away in my room. After a good fuck, she’ll calm down. Maybe I’ll toy with her for a bit, see how far I can push her.

“Really? Dressed like that and hanging out with Lonnie and Super Head?”

Her body shakes with righteous indignation. She clenches her little fists at her sides, trying to hold in her anger.

“First of all, there’s nothing wrong with the way I’m dressed. Secondly, I may not like that Lonnie chooses to spread her legs for you and your stupid club, but she’s my sister. Third, I don’t even know Super Head or whatever you want to call her. She’s Lonnie’s friend.”

She’s a real spitfire. Her accent is even more pronounced when she’s angry, making her words sound more like Spanish and less like English. Adorable, and sexy as hell. I can just imagine what she looks like when she’s coming. Eyes closed…no, wide open, lips parted, chest heaving, and then finally screaming my name. I need to see it.

“So, why are you here?”

“I wanted to see what the big deal was. And just as I expected, I’m not impressed.”

“You know, you have quite a mouth on you. I’m sure I can find better uses for it.”

Like sucking my dick, for instance. She narrows her eyes at me, seething.

“Fuck you!”

I let her walk off this time. Damn, she’s the type you hate to see leave, but love to watch walk away. The way she swings her hips is just…hypnotic. I want to see her bent over before me while I smack that ass. Shit. Now I’m as hard as a brick. No worries. I’m sure I’ll be buried in that pussy tonight.

She heads back to her sister and gets what I assume is a good tongue-lashing. Lonnie’s been around for a while and knows the rules. Raven isn’t taking it sitting down, though; she seems to be giving as good as she’s getting. I grab a beer and watch as she walks away from her sister and leans on the fence, quietly fuming. I make my way back to E, who has a huge grin on his face.

“Looks like things didn’t go too well.”

“She’s definitely not like the other bitches here, brother.”

“Shit, if she shot you down, then none of these shitheads has a chance in hell.”

I chuckle as I watch man after man approach her, then walk away looking angry or offended. My guys don’t deal with rejection often.  At least I know it’s not just me. It doesn’t bother me. I ain’t never met a bitch I couldn’t get. Shit, all I have to do is crook my finger and these bitches come running. Not Raven, though. And that makes me want her more.

“So, did you get the intel you were looking for?”