Dark Leopards MC: Tall, Dark & Dangerous

and Ontario borders. We mainly speak French, but there are a few people that don’t. My family is close, my grand-mémère and grand-père are the backbone behind the LaChance family and they will go to the ends of the earth to make sure that their family is safe. I remember when I first moved out here that Grand-mémère had to talk with the president of the club to make sure that her petit fils was taken care of and protected. That’s a funny story but one for another time. Anyway, I had a petit soeur. My little sister was a model for a local clothing line and decided to head to Montreal to audition for a talent scout. We all warned her not to go alone, that it was not safe for a young female to travel by herself to a place that she or the family didn’t know a single person in. She told us that she was going with a group of her friends, so we left it at that, we threw her a huge celebratory dinner and wished her bonne chance, telling her that we would see her when she got home that night. It was about a four-hour drive from where we lived. That night when she should have been home, she wasn’t. When we contacted her friends, they told us that they never went with her, that she had told them that I was going with her. We contacted the Montreal Police Department to file a missing person report; we told them the entire story about how she was going to a talent call, and that the place was supposed to be a hotel. It turns out that the call was a fake and they used the women that showed up for bait. They were sold off, pimped out or they just killed them, but no female would be returning to their families.”

“I was fuming at myself for allowing my little sister to go on her own, without fighting to go with her and for my hands being tied, or so I thought. I went rogue, I tried going underground to see if I could find anything, but it did nothing for my search, what it did do is put me on the radar of the organizers of the trafficking ring. They tried to threaten me, they tried everything under the sun to make me back down. As I was talking to them, I came across Axl. I told him my entire story and he told me to come to Michigan so that I could tell my story face to face.”

“What I didn’t know at the time was the people that had taken my sister, had sent her back to my grand-mémère, in fifty different pieces that were delivered one a day for fifty days. Each one had the same message ‘leave it alone’. My family was devastated, and I couldn’t stay in a house that reminded me of her, so when I met up with Axl, I stuck around. It was a new place, and they fed into my need to end human trafficking.”

I finish my story and wipe at my face. Telling the story always makes me angry, I couldn’t help my sister and I wasn’t going to let her name be forgotten. I hadn’t talked about my little sister since I’ve been here, but it felt good to share. I look over to Viktoria who has tears running down her face.

“Come here, bijou,” I whisper and throw my hand out for her to crawl into my lap.

She is hesitant at first but as her ass slides across my lap, and her eyes connect with mine, she knows that I won’t hurt her, that she will be protected and so will her young.

247

Viktoria

I watch his eyes as I settle into his lap, they are gold and his lips are full; sitting in his lap makes me feel protected and turned on.

“Viktoria,” he whispers as his arms tighten around my body. I don’t want to have sex right now, but I do need to feel this man’s lips against mine.

I move my head closer to his, our lips so close without touching. “Etienne, kiss me,” I whisper, waiting for him to start.

“What? Are you sure?” His question snaps me out of my haze. I scramble to get off his lap and head to my bed.

What the hell was I thinking? This man doesn’t want me, he can have his pick of women and I’m a bigger lady with a kid. How stupid can I be?

“Viktoria, stop,” he states as I make a bee line for the hall, taking me away from him, from this temptation to make an utter fool of myself.

“Viktoria, STOP!” he demands, causing my steps to falter. My back is to him and my head is looking at the floor. I hear his footsteps behind me, but I can’t turn around to face him. I am so embarrassed that I threw myself at him.

“Look at me,” he growls, he is so close that the vibrations from his chest are felt on my back. As I turn to look at the wall, his arms come up and encage me. “Bijou, look at me,” he whispers in my ear. His lips skim down my earlobe and a gentle kiss lands behind my ear. His lips send a shiver down my body and cause him to chuckle. “Yeah, sweetheart I know you feel it too. Turn around.”

There is no hint of a please or a question to be asked, he wants me to turn around and he is demanding that I do it now. I hang my head and slowly turn with my head down to the floor.

“I love a submissive woman.” His hand comes up and takes hold of my chin, raising my head to meet his eyes. “That’s it, bijou, now you are going to listen and listen well. I want you like I want to breathe,