Cowboy Bikers MC #5
By Esther E. Schmidt
Copyright © 2020 by Esther E. Schmidt All rights reserved.
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This book is a work of fiction. Incidents, names, places, characters and other stuff mentioned in this book is the results of the author’s imagination. Cowboy Bikers MC is a work of fiction. If there is any resemblance, it is entirely coincidental.
This content is for mature audiences only. Please do not read if sexual situations, violence and explicit language offends you.
Cover design by:
Esther E. Schmidt
Editor #1:
Christi Durbin
Editor #2:
Virginia Tesi Carey
Cover Model:
Stuart Reardon
Photographer:
Franggy Yanez
Dedication
Stu & Franggy
Thanks for giving the inspiration to make this story flow.
Table of contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
EPILOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
– COLT –
My damn heart is racing and my lungs are screaming at me to stop acting as if I’m not out of breath. I definitely need to add more cardio to my workout. But I don’t plan to race around like the devil himself is chasing me all the time, that’s for sure.
“Hey, see Colt anywhere?” my VP, Roper, asks Ledger just as I sneak my way into the stables through the back door.
Ledger is about to reply but I make myself known as I step toward them, acting as if I was in the back the whole time.
“What’s up?” I casually ask, suppressing the need to gulp a few extra breaths of oxygen into my lungs.
Roper narrows his eyes. “What did you do?”
Observant asshole. I’m not ready for him to know about my plan yet. The only one who knows what the fuck I’ve been up to is Alfie. And he agreed we need to keep it between us for now.
I hold Roper’s stare and simply shrug. “Nothing. I’ve been in the back cleaning, while Ledger here took his time getting his horse ready. Oh, and I also rushed home to grab my phone, but that’s it…been right here the whole time. What’s going on?”
I’m lying straight through my teeth. I haven’t been here and I didn’t rush home to get my phone. What I did do was meet Kadence, my sister’s former roommate and friend, at the spot I told her to wait for me. Then I kidnapped her and took her to the underground bunker that’s connected to my cabin. I might also have spared a few minutes to gag her and cuff her to my bed.
I made sure no one saw me dumping the car at the junkyard the club owns, quickly throwing it through the car baler to get rid of it. And finally getting my ass back here as quickly as possible so no one knew I kidnapped the sister of the president of Deranged Hounds MC.
You can say this whole situation is complicated as fuck. And, really, it’s not like I had a choice. This is also the reason why I couldn’t spill any of my plans to my prez and VP. But I also won’t do anything behind my MC’s back, hence the reason Alfie knows what my intentions were before I put my plan into motion.
“Kay is missing,” Garrett states.
Yeah, Kadence is not so much missing but no one knows that little fact.
I act my part and snap, “What?” Ledger voices the same thing right along with me.
“Alfie is going over the parking lot footage right now. May’s car is missing too,” Roper states.
The car has passed the point of existing since I made it disappear at the junkyard. But my sister, Mayven, is Ledger’s old lady and I’m sure he’ll sacrifice his car if she needs one, or I’ll buy her another one. Whatever, the car needed to disappear.
And Alfie can watch the footage, we both know they won’t see anything else but Kadence driving off as if she’s leaving on her own free will.
We head for the main house which functions as our clubhouse with a large space for all of us and separate rooms in the back. I’m not a people person, therefore I have my own space at the edge of the ranch. A cabin I built years ago with an underground bunker and a small private stable and paddock where I keep my horse, Cavier.
Mayven rushes toward us. She’s still on crutches, recovering from a gunshot wound to the leg because of the shit Deranged Hounds MC was wrapped in. Was. Because those guys who attacked us–while Kadence was on the back of my bike, and Ledger had Mayven on his when they started shooting at us–are dead and gone.
But there’s still an issue at hand where Kadence’s brother promised his own sister to one of his men to smooth over the fact he didn’t pick the fucker to be the next VP. Now in my opinion, that’s more screwed up than having fuckers chase you while spitting out bullets. Seriously. Who the hell whores out his own blood?
I had no choice but to kidnap Kadence. I did ask my prez, Weston, to interfere before I put my plan into motion, but we can’t risk a war between MCs. We have kids, old ladies, and a ranch to handle and look after, along with a few other companies.
I completely understand it’s not our problem since this woman is not related or linked with our MC for any reason other than Kadence is my sister’s old roommate and her best friend. But fuck, the woman pulls on my every nerve ending and there’s just something about her.
I can’t stand to watch her cry or so much as see pain or discomfort on her
