Savage Raptors MC, Book 3 – A Dixie Reapers Bad Boys Romance

   

  Motorcycle Club Romance

  Date Published: June 23, 2023

  Publisher: Changeling Press LLC

   

  Casey — It’s been a year since I showed up on my dad’s doorstep with my

    surprise, you have a daughter bomb. He took me in. Gave me the first true

    home and family I’ve ever had. But now I want more. There’s been one man

    who’s always watching over me. Maui. He’s one of the club’s officers, and so

    much older than me. To me, age is just a number. Does he feel the same? Or

    is he only taking care of me because I’m his President’s daughter? With

    Maui, I want everything, but will he want someone as broken as me?

  Maui — I told myself I was too old for her. Tried to just be her friend.

    Then I hear her screaming in her sleep, and I realize what types of monsters

    she’s been fighting on her own. She needs me, and I need her. Whatever it

    takes, Casey and her baby will be mine. But first, I need to get a little

    bloody because there’s no way I’m letting anyone live after they’ve hurt my

    family. I’ll wipe them off the face of the earth so Casey won’t be scared

    anymore. I hope she accepts the darker side of me. Either way, she’s mine

    and I’m hers.

   

  WARNING: Content intended for adult readers. Maui contains darker subjects

    which might trigger some readers, as well as violence and bad language.

    Guaranteed happily ever after. No cheating. No cliffhanger.

   

   

   

  EXCERPT

  Copyright ©2023 Harley Wylde

   

  Maui

  Everyone thought Casey would be excited to celebrate her birthday. The

    young woman I’d been watching didn’t look like today was the

    least bit special. She’d been through hell. If anyone had a right to

    not feel like celebrating, it was her. She’d shown up at the

    clubhouse, seventeen and pregnant, and I knew it had been a big blow for her

    dad. The Pres had never mentioned having a woman, or a kid. I wondered how

    long it had festered inside him, hiding all the pain of losing his

    family.

  During the time I’d spent with Casey since she arrived, I’d

    learned quite a bit about her. Like the fact she’d never really

    celebrated her birthday, wouldn’t divulge the name of the guy

    who’d knocked her up, and she planned to live her life for her

    daughter. She’d taken on a lot of responsibility, and I’d done

    my best to help her shoulder some of it.

  Which was why I found myself on her porch, with Rebel. Atilla and Solena

    had sent us over with a note. Basically, we were to let her pick who she

    wanted to spend the day with, then give her a memorable birthday. Just not

    memorable enough to have Atilla threaten our lives. He’d already made

    sure we knew what would happen if we touched his precious daughter.

  “You going to knock?” Rebel asked.

  “You do it.” I was an asshole. Why did I make him knock?

    Because if we woke up Casey, I didn’t want to be the one at

    fault.

  She opened the door and looked like she might drop at any second.

  “Hey, guys. Did Dad send you over to get me?”

  Rebel flashed her his signature grin, guaranteed to drop panties, and I

    fought the urge to throat punch him. Instead, I shoved my hands in my

    pockets and let him dig his own grave. She didn’t look ready to handle

    his bullshit today.

  “You have a choice,” Rebel said. “The note explains

    it.”

  He handed her the envelope. I knew what was inside. A birthday card from

    her dad and Solena, along with a message from each. I’d read it as

    they’d written it earlier. Atilla had kept things somewhat simple. You

    have a choice to make. I asked Rebel to take you to dinner, dancing, and

    make sure you had the best birthday ever.

  Then there was Solena’s message, which was why I hadn’t dressed

    up too much before coming over. Unlike Rebel, who’d styled his hair,

    doused himself in cologne, and gone all out. Solena was on my side, and her

    message proved it. Maui is there to give you whatever you really need for

    your birthday. I doubt it’s a night out on the town like your dad

    thinks. But you should know both were threatened with death and

    dismemberment if they laid a hand on you.

  Casey snickered after reading the card. Good. She needed to laugh

    more.

  “So, which of us will you be spending the night with?” Rebel

    asked, wagging his eyebrows at her suggestively. She shook her head at his

    antics. If he wasn’t such a nice guy, I’d have been tempted to

    kick his ass right off the porch.

  “I hate to disappoint you both, but…”

  “You aren’t up for going out,” I said. That meant I had a

    better shot at spending time with her than Rebel. “When did you last

    sleep?”

  “I sleep every night,” she muttered.

  “You know what I mean,” I said. “Don’t be a

    smartass.”

  She sighed and rubbed her hand over her face. “Becca had a fever, and

    she’s still having reflux. I still have to be careful if I don’t

    want her to throw up her food.”

  “She’s eight months now, isn’t she?” I asked.

  “Yeah. I’m starting to get her mashed up banana, yogurt, and

    other things like that. Those do better with her than the pureed baby food.

    Do the two of you want to come in?” Casey asked.

  Rebel shook his head. Smart man. “I think I’ll head out. I hope

    you’ve had a happy birthday, Casey. I’ll take you out for lunch

    sometime soon.”

  Sure he would. Over my dead body. As much as I didn’t want to be one

    of those asshole cavemen, when it came to Casey, all bets were off. I

    didn’t like how close she’d gotten with Rebel. At the same time,

    I knew she needed the support of everyone around her. It felt like I was

    caught between a rock and a hard place.

  He waved as he stepped off the porch and wandered off into the night. I

    studied Casey, wondering if she was still okay with me going inside.

    She’d never turned me away, but typically I came over to help with

    Becca. Tonight, it would only be the two of us. I’d heard Atilla

    offered to babysit. Had he already picked her up? Lately, it felt like

    something was building between me and Casey, but I didn’t know if it

    was wishful thinking on my part. Casey could have any man she wanted.

  For a lot of people, the age gap between us would be too much. As far as I

    was concerned, it was just a number. Who the hell cared? As long as it

    didn’t bother Casey, then I was fine with it. Her dad might take a

    little convincing, although he tried not to be too overbearing after not

    being part of her life for so long. As he often said, she’d grown up

    just fine without his input.

  “You coming in?” she asked, taking a step back.

  “Where’s Becca?” I scanned the room as I entered her tiny

    home. Solena had mentioned babysitting, but it didn’t mean they

    already had her. I’d assumed it was only Casey at home right now, but

    it might not be the case. If Becca was here, I wasn’t about to send

    her away.

  “She’s sleeping at Dad’s tonight. Now I know why he took

    her.” She patted my arm. “I really appreciate you wanting to

    take me out for my birthday. I’m sorry I’m not up for

    it.”

  “It’s your day, Casey. Which means we do whatever you want.

    Looks to me like you need some help around here more than you need dinner

    and a movie. Although, there’s no reason we can’t still do that

    right here.” I rolled up my shirt sleeves. She could relax while I

    cleaned, cooked, and prepared a special night for her.

  “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” she asked.

  “Go take a hot bath or a nap. Your choice. I’ll pick up around

    here and get dinner going. Any requests?” I asked.

  “No. Anything is fine.” She paused before going into her room.

    “Solena brought over a cake this morning. We can have some for

    dessert. It has fruit filling and whipped frosting.”

  “Already had some?” I smiled, picturing her digging into the

    cake. Her cheeks flushed, and she nodded. So damn cute. “Go relax.

    I’ll call you when dinner is ready.”

  I picked up what little trash I found in the main living areas, emptied her

    kitchen garbage can, loaded the dishwasher, and dug through the cabinets to

    figure out what I’d cook. I’d just preheated the oven when my

    phone started vibrating in my pocket. I’d turned the ringer off, not

    wanting anyone to disturb my time with Casey.

  Wire’s name flashed across the screen, and I knew I needed to take

    the call.

  “Find something?” I asked. It had been months, and so far,

    neither he nor Lavender had dug up anything. Except they said the

    guy’s record was too clean, as in it had been doctored by

    someone.

  “Maybe. We know who his closest friends were back then. They

    aren’t quite as clean as Casey’s ex. One is currently doing time

    for rape. Another left the country, and the third is still in the same town

    as Casey’s ex. They have a beer together at least once a

    week.”

  “That’s all?” I asked.

  “Lavender has an idea who cleaned the kid’s records. If she can

    get in touch with the hacker responsible, and feel him out, we might be able

    to put a few pieces of the puzzle together. Just don’t hold your

    breath.”

  I whistled. “Man, you mean to tell me there’s something the two

    of you can’t do? I’m in shock right now.”

  “Shut it, fucker. We aren’t getting any younger, and some of

    the fresh blood out there is nearly as good as we were at their age. Give

    them time, and a few might surpass us.”

  “Keep me posted. It’s her eighteenth birthday today, so

    I’m at her place making dinner. If I don’t answer, I’ll

    call back when I can.”

  “Understood.”

  I ended the call and put my phone away before working on dinner again.

    I’d found bell pepper and onion in the fridge, as well as hamburger

    meat and shredded cheese. While Casey didn’t seem to have any taco

    shells, I’d found some taco bowls. I baked them in the oven while I

    browned the meat and veggies, seasoning it enough to add some flavor without

    making it too strong for Casey. Cilantro lime rice was the next thing to

    start. Dinner might not be fancy, but I knew it was something she liked,

    since I’d made it for her before. Unless she’d lied to spare my

    feelings. Too late to worry about it now.

  Once everything was done, I set the table and called out to her.

  “Casey, dinner is done.”

  “I’ll be there in a minute,” she said.

  I hadn’t realized she’d come out of her room and gone into the

    bathroom until I heard the water sloshing before the sound of the tub

    draining. I cleared my throat and adjusted myself. The thought of her

    standing just one room away, and naked, had my cock’s full attention.

    Last thing I needed was to sport wood when she came out of there. She might

    very well run screaming from the house.

  Since I’d never cared much for sweet tea, Casey always kept some soda

    stocked. She’d offered to keep beer in the fridge for the times I

    dropped by, but I wasn’t a big drinker. Not to mention I didn’t

    want to drink around Becca. My brother had driven his car off the side of a

    winding highway, down an embankment, and into the ocean. He’d been

    drunk off his ass and the accident had kept me from alcohol for a long time.

    I had the occasional drink with my club brothers, but it didn’t happen

    often.

  I set out a soda for me and a glass of tea for Casey. She came to the table

    wearing an off-the-shoulder top and leggings. Barefoot. The woman was

    driving me crazy, and she wasn’t even trying.

  About the Author

  Harley Wylde is an International Bestselling Author of MC Romances. When

    Harley’s writing, her motto is the hotter the better — off-the-charts sex,

    commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk

    dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the

    right place. She doesn’t shy away from the dangers and nastiness in the

    world, bringing those realities to the pages of her books, but always gives

    her characters a happily-ever-after and makes sure the bad guys get what

    they deserve.

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