Leather & Love. A True Biker Romance.

Shannon’s POV. “Oh, my god! Right there, Dan, oh, f**k!” Yeah, that isn’t me screaming like a banshee being f****d on my bed by my fiancé. So let’s start at the beginning, shall we? Let me take you back to this morning and the fuckery that ensued. The city I live in has been experiencing power outages a lot lately and unfortunately for me, one such outage made me late for work this morning. Yeah, dumbass here forgot to reset her alarm and so after waking with a start, getting my three-year-old son Chance ready, fed and out the door at record speed and into daycare, I was over thirty minutes late for work. Which only made things worse because I had to park four blocks away and run to the building. Once I got inside the concrete and glass monstrosity, I reenacted Bambi on ice because some moron didn’t put a wet floor sign in the foyer. I hate December with a passion and I have my reasons, but all in good time. Not only did I slip and slide to my desk, my boss, Mr Hanson, was waiting with that permanent scowl on his face. Seriously, this guy would give Ebenezer Scrooge a run for his money. He chewed my ass out for being late and that I had no excuse for being nearly an hour late. Fucker! So, you’re probably thinking, ok Shannon, that isn’t so bad stop being dramatic and woman the f**k up, right? It couldn’t possibly get worse? Well, you, my dear friends, would be wrong. As I was scrambling to get my presentation finished after working through lunch, just as I was about to hit save on my computer, you guessed it — another power outage, and that means all my work, gone, zip, poof! Now, I’m not one to cry over spilled milk, but after this morning and the time of year, I came f*****g close. But every cloud right. Mr Hanson sent us all home five hours early, and it’s Friday, the last day before Christmas break so a full week off. And all I wanted to do was get home, catch up on chores before collecting Chance from day care and then slip in my sweats and drink that bottle of Rose I have in the fridge. Because not only has today been an absolute s**t show, but it’s the anniversary of my mother’s passing. December 19th, 2005. I was five years old so Shane, my brother, was nine years old. My mom was out getting the last bits for Christmas when she was gunned down in the store. It had nothing to do with my father or the club but still we all took it personally. So, yeah, today can suck ass. I got home looking like a drowned rat because some extremely kind person decided to drive through a slush puddle, coating me from head to toe as I was waiting on the curb to cross the street. I hate this f*****g city. Yeah, so today is now being classed as a write-off, do not pass go and all that. Then, when I finally make it home, I notice my fiancé’s car is in our twin parking space. But yeah, you’ve guessed it. The fucker wasn’t alone. So now we are all caught up to this moment. I’m standing in my bedroom doorway looking like the creature that crawled out of the black lagoon with a baseball bat resting on my shoulder as I watch Dan plough into a woman who is faking it for her life. She is screaming, her back is straight, facing the headboard and I can tell she is probably asking herself when will he finish so I can leave? Or possibly what she is going to have for her dinner? So, I wait and you know I’m not even hurt by this, not after today. I watch as his hands grip her hips tighter as he uses his all and I know he is about to come, so I … “Bravo, bravo. Scream louder sweetheart I don’t think the neighbours four streets over heard.” I say as I swing the bat, smashing the lamp on the dresser and both of them scream. Dan topples off the bed backwards, still inside the woman and she falls with him and he screams in pain. Opps did Dan break his little soldier? How tragic. “Shan, what are you? … It isn’t what it looks like?” He cries with real tears and I know it’s not because he has been caught, no, it’s because he has definitely hurt his little soldier. “If you try to insult my intelligence with that bullshit line, I will crack your head open like a damn egg, you hear me?” I say calmly and the woman looks up at me in shock. “Who are you, sweetheart?” I ask because if she knew he was engaged, then she will get a good old beating, but something tells me from the shocked look on her face she doesn’t. “I’m Carla. I’m so sorry that I’m meeting his sister like this.” Wait. What? “Sister? You told whatever she is to you that I’m your sister?” I ask incredulously as I glare down at the fucker who is clearly not really listening. So, I turn my attention back to the woman. “Wow, sweetheart, do you see the boudoir shoot pictures above my bed? Yeah, is this something a brother would have of his sister? No, baby girl, I am his fiancée — well, his ex-fiancée now.” I tell her and her eyes widen and she goes real pale real quick. She scrambles to climb off Dan, and he is still wailing like a toddler and then I see it, his little soldier bent at an odd angle. Oooo, that’s got to hurt. Oh well, he f****d around literally and found out. “Please, he told me he was single, and he lived with his sister and her kid. I didn’t know.” She panics as she backs away and I know that’s the truth. “How long?” I ask, and Dan groans again and he tries to move when I place the end of the bat on his chest and he goes still, good boy. “How long?” I ask her calmly, and she gulps. “Baby, please! It was just once. I swear.” Dan sobs and I look at the woman and she shakes her head. “Be honest with me and I will let you leave here intact.” I say to her and she looks from me to Dan and I follow her line of sight and he is seething. “Six weeks, but this is the first time he has brought me here. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.” She sobs now and I nod my head at her. “Take your clothes and get dressed in the bathroom and then you can leave.” I tell her and I turn my attention back to the snake at my feet. “Once. You little fucker. You know what today is, right?” I say to him, and his eyes widen in realisation. “Shan please, let me …” “Nope, you don’t need to explain anything. Now you are going to get dressed, you are going to leave the keys here and f**k off. I will have your s**t packed and left at the front desk in the lobby and you will never contact me again.” I say as I push the end of the bat further into his chest. “You can’t do that! We built a life here, and I …” “You what? Contributed? When did you contribute? The apartment and bills are in my name. Two of the credit cards are in my name. You will leave here with what you bought, your clothes, your credit card, and your piece of s**t car and nothing more. You have five minutes or you will be dragging yourself out of here after I take your kneecaps out.” I say as he pulls himself up and dresses as quickly as he can and the woman leaves the bathroom. “I’m sorry, I really am. I had no idea.” She apologises again but I’m not listening to her and she leaves. “What about Chance? He needs me?” Dan whines, and I whirl on him, pushing the bat into his chest, pushing him back towards the front door. “Is this what MY son needs? No, he doesn’t. Get gone, don’t make me lose my temper, Dan.” I say and he snarls at me and I pray he lays hands on me because so far I’ve been pretty calm, and all I need is for him to do it and I will rain down f*****g hell on his ass. He doesn’t though, and he just walks away. Well, he limps, holding himself. I smile at that. Instant Karma. I spend the next hour cleaning before heading to the furniture store on Main and paid for a new mattress and sofa and they were delivered within forty-five minutes. At the same time, a locksmith arrived. Not taking any chances. My phone has been blowing up with calls and messages from Dan but each has been ignored, so I block him instead. By the time I had packed all of Dan’s s**t, it was time to pick up my little man, Chance. Dan isn’t his father. No, my brother’s best friend is. Chase ‘Hunter’ Briggs. I always had a crush on Chase and when I turned twenty-one and had been drinking to celebrate my coming of age, I slept with him. I was over the moon. The man I wanted, and I finally had him, or so I thought. I’m a biker princess. My father is the president of the Shadow Reapers MC and my brother Shane is my father’s VP and when Shane takes the position of president, then Chase will be his VP. I left home at twenty-one when I found Chase with his tongue deep down Ruby’s throat and walked away. I told my dad it was time for me to follow my own path, and as pissed off as he was, he understood and let me go. I never looked back, not when I found out I was pregnant, not when s**t got hard. I’m a Kincaid and we never give up, but I did. I settled and now all I want to do is go home, but I can’t. Chance doesn’t need the drama in his life. Hell, none of my family knows that Chance exists. I couldn’t risk it, knowing that I would be forced back home and into the life I wanted to leave behind. My phone rings and I see the unfamiliar number and sigh. I answer it. “Dan, if this is you. You better f**k off before my bat meets your f*****g head!” I snarl out when I hear a deep chuckle and I stiffen, my fingers tighten on the phone. “Good thing it isn’t Dan then, princess. You need to come home.” That is all he says and I shake my head. “No, I don’t, Bear. I really don’t. How did you get my number?” I say going to hang up. Bear is another of Shane and Chase’s friends. “Your old man and brother have always known where you were. Did you forget that we are bounty hunters? But, Shannon, you need to come home. Your father and Shane.” His voice cracks. No, no, not today. Please, not today. “No, don’t you f*****g dare.” I say, feeling my throat close. My knees threaten to buckle and I drop onto my new plush grey sectional sofa. “I’m sorry, princess, I’m so sorry. You need to get home. They are both gone. They are both gone.” Bear sobs and the phone slips from my fingers and smashes on the floor. So you see, today could get a lot worse.