Synopsis
RIGGS
Heart. It’s what
keeps you from being reckless. It’s what keeps you breathing. Money, power and
respect… they were my god given right, not the reason I joined the Satan’s
Knights. I tied myself to my club and nothing else. Give me my bike, the open
road and a different woman every night and I was happy. My life was great.
Until the chaos exploded. One night. One reckless temptation and I finally
found my reason for breathing. I never saw her coming. The girl that would turn
my world upside down and give me my heart. Only it was too late. One mistake
can take it all away. I’m about to lose my heart. The thing that keeps me
breathing. The thing that keeps me from being reckless.
LAUREN BIANCI
Drop out of nursing
school? Check. Have no idea what you’re going to do with your life? Check.
Disappoint your family? Double check. Meet a biker and have crazy sex against a
wall? Check. Check. Check. Get knocked up by said biker? Check. I was always
the good girl, the prodigal child, the girl who said and did all the right
things. Things like this didn’t happen to me. Until him. Until he smiled. Until
he tempted me to find out what made me happy. Too bad it’s him. We’ll never
work, but, I can pretend can’t I? Just for a little while. Just until it’s
over.
Excerpt
The Pink Pussycat
More Bianci bullshit
was headed my way. “Maria thinks Lauren is an intern at a hospital, a
requirement for her nursing degree. The is, she kind of quit the program,” Mia
continued. I lifted an eyebrow. “Mama Leone” was going to blow a gasket. “So if
she’s not playing Florence Nightingale, where is she?” I questioned. Silence.
Fuck my life. I stalked toward Mia, watching as she raised an eyebrow and
walked backwards until her back slammed against the door. “Ouch,” she muttered.
I narrowed my eyes, bracing one hand flat against the door over her head and
leaned close to her. “Where is she?” I repeated. “She’s working at a bar in
town, near campus,” she said, stepping around me to walk toward her desk. She
ripped a piece of paper off a pad and scribbling something on it. “Here’s the
address. She’s not answering the phone so you need to go get her before Maria
starts asking questions.” “You’re kidding right?” Does the leather and tattoos
not scare anyone anymore these days? These people are walking all over me like
I’m some kind of jerk off. “I don’t even know what she looks like,” I grunted,
staring down at the scribbled address, wondering what kind of bar the Pink
Pussycat was and what the fuck I did in life to deserve this shit. Mia looked
at me for a moment before turning around and grabbing a picture frame off her
dresser. She held up the framed photo of her and what I assumed was Lauren. I
dropped my eyes to the picture of the two girls, my eyes zeroing in on Lauren.
Big crystal blue eyes, framed by thick black-rimmed glasses, stared back at me.
She had a killer smile, perfectly straight, white teeth, framed by full pink
lips and a cute tongue since she was sticking it out the side of her mouth. Her
black hair framed her face in waves, a stark contrast to her bright blue eyes.
She was pretty, hot even, if you’re into the girl next door type. Or nurses. I
wouldn’t mind being her patient. I lifted my eyes back to Mia’s and handed her
back her photograph before turning around and pulling open the door. “Are you
going to go get her?” Mia called over my shoulder. I ignored her and brushed
past Maria who was scowling at me from the bathroom door. “Got lost on your way
to the john?” She asked, crossing her arms and tapping her foot impatiently.
“No, when you wouldn’t hold my dick for me I thought I’d test my luck with your
daughter’s roommate,” I smiled, glancing over my shoulder at Mia. “Thanks,
babe,” I winked. “What? No! I didn’t…” Mia stammered. These Bianci people were
a pain in my ass but they sure were fun to fuck with. I turned around and
shoved my finger in front of Maria’s nose. “I’ll be back. Don’t. Fucking.
Move.” “Where are you going?” “To pick up your damn daughter, because someone
upstairs…” I pointed my index finger to the ceiling, “…wants to keep fucking
testing my patience with you people.” It was her turn to shove her accusing
finger in my face. “You’re going to the hospital to pick her up? Just…don’t
talk to anyone. I’m warning you, you better behave yourself and not embarrass
her. Lauren has worked very hard to get where she is and the last thing she
needs is some scoundrel like you, messing things up for her with your crude
mouth and poor manners,” she said. Was this bitch serious? “I’ll try not to
piss on the floors of the hospital and promise not to pick my nose in front of
any hotshot doctors,” I sneered, shaking my head in disgust. She should only
know how deep my manners go. I stalked out of the apartment, slamming the door
behind me and glanced at the address Mia had given me. Fucking bullshit. I
typed the address into the GPS of the cage I was driving because I was in the
middle of Bumblefuck New York, full of winding roads and fucking deer. I was
waiting for that to happen next because why not add killing Bambi to this
wretched night. I whimpered as I drove, feeling sorry for myself and slammed my
hand against the steering wheel. I just wanted my bike and the open road. And
maybe a blowjob. That would be nice. Lauren’s pretty, pink lips, wrapped nice
and tight around my dick and those blue eyes peeking up at me over the frames
of her glasses. Shit. Where the fuck did that come from? Get your shit
together, Riggs. “You’ve arrived at your destination,” the GPS alerted, and I’m
not going to lie, she sounded hot too. I needed to get laid. Or I needed to go
to bed. Something. Anything. The Pink Pussycat was packed, people stood in line
waiting to get inside even at three a.m., apparently making it a happening
joint for the people of Bumblefuck. I moved to the front of the line and a big
brut of a guy stood there, staring down at me. “Line’s back there,” the beast
said. “That’s nice, move aside,” I replied, stepping around him but he took
mimicked my move and blocked me again. I glanced at the heavens. “Why?” I
shouted into the dark sky. No one answered. Pussy. Shit, I was probably going
to hell for that one. I looked back at the beast of a bouncer who raised an
eyebrow at me, and was tempted to tell him he looked like Michael Clarke
Duncan, but I needed to focus. I took a deep breath and opened my cut for him
to see the gun I had tucked into my waistband. “Listen, bud, I’ve had the night
from hell and I’m ten seconds away from losing it, so move the fuck out of my
way and let me do what the fuck I came here to do,” I growled, reaching for the
gun. He crossed his arms, glanced at my gun, and shook his head completely
unfazed. “Pretty please, with sugar on top?” I tried. Nothing. “Fuck! The name
“Tony Soprano” mean anything to you? Shit, I mean, fuck, what’s his
name…Pastore.” the burley bouncer remained unmoved. That’s it. I can’t take
anymore. “Bro, get the fuck out of my way, seriously, I have to get one of the
girls that works here, I’m her ride.” “Who?” “Lauren Bianci,” I huffed. That
fucking last name was nothing but trouble. “Shit, man, why didn’t you say so?”
He pounded me on the back and smiled. “Lauren’s my girl, love that chick,
always makes me smile,” he said, with an actual smile. “Go on in. She’s working
the bar tonight.” I think I muttered a thank you, I’m not sure, but I brushed
past him and stepped foot into the loud bar that was packed beyond capacity. It
took me five minutes, pushing my way through the crowd toward the bar that was
surrounded mostly by men that were hooting and hollering. What was the big
fuss? I squeezed my way between two jocks screaming for their turn to be next
and caught a glimpse of what had every guy in this joint begging to be next.
The girl next door was on her knees, crawling the length of the bar, from one
lucky bastard to another. She poured the liquor straight from the bottle into
some lucky bastard’s mouth. “Marry me!” He shouted, and she threw her head back
and laughed. “Oh baby, I’m not the marrying kind,” she said, blowing him a kiss
before she rose to her feet and gave me a full view of her outfit. I started
with the shoes that stomped across the bar, fucking sexy as hell. I’d make her
keep them on when she wrapped her legs around me and wouldn’t even mind those
five-inch heels digging into my back. She was a tiny thing, maybe five foot
two, if that, but those heels made her killer legs seem so long. Or maybe it
was the short plaid skirt that gave every man at the bar a peep show. Her waist
was tiny and her stomach flat, but her rack? Man, what I wouldn’t do to shove
my face in her tits. Her shirt knotted under her breasts and was open for all
to see the black lace bra she was wearing. I squinted, hoping to catch a little
peak of her nips but she was moving all over the place, dancing up a storm as
she flirted and poured liquor into all the open mouths, waiting for a taste.
Lauren Bianci, the girl next door, rocked the naughty, school girl bit like no
one’s business. “What’s the matter handsome? Why so serious?” She asked. Her big
blue eyes, framed by those damn glasses, staring straight into mine. Every
fucking thing went south, whatever common sense I had left, all my blood, it
all went straight to my dick. She smiled wide, bending down and pulled my hat
from my head before she ran her fingers through my messy hair and yanked my
head back. “Open up,” she demanded against my ear. I looked into those eyes and
was fucking lost. She could’ve demanded I run around the bar naked, barking
like a dog and I would’ve done it. So I opened my mouth and let her poor the
cinnamon flavored whiskey down my throat. My dick was rock-fucking-hard. Down
boy! She pulled the bottle away and swiped her thumb across my lips. “Good
boy,” she cheered, as she was about to turn her attention to the man beside me
but I grabbed her wrist. Something changed in her eyes and she glanced around
the bar, my guess in search of a bouncer. She probably thought I was just
another schmuck that wanted to take her into a bathroom stall. I kind of did. I
leaned closer, hypnotized by her perfume and sniffed her. “Show’s over Lauren.
Grab your things it’s time to go,” I said against her ear. She tried to pull
her wrist from my hand but my grip tightened and I turned my head a fraction to
stare into those blue orbs again. Shit, they were pretty. “How do you know my
name?”
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About the Author
Janine Infante Bosco lives in New York City, she has always
loved reading and writing. When she was thirteen, she began to write her own
stories and her passion for writing took off as the years went on. At eighteen,
she even wrote a full screenplay with dreams of one day becoming a member of
the Screen Actors Guild. Janine writes emotionally charged novels with an
emphasis on family bonds, strong willed female characters, and alpha male men
who will do anything for the women they love. She loves to interact with fans
and fellow avid romance readers like herself. She is proud of her success as an
author and the friendships she’s made in the book community but her greatest
accomplishment to date would be her two sons Joseph and Paul.
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