Sierra
Three years ago(ish)…
“Raquel!” I calleddown the stairs of the townhouse I shared with my bestie. Not that she was home much, lately. She’d been spending more and more nights with her new man, Orion, a biker who rode with the Primal Howlers Motorcycle Club out of Monument, Colorado, and the one responsible for disrupting my entire life. First, he’d fucked Raquel into submission, then he’d draggedmeinto his degenerate biker worldkicking and screaming…
…straight toward a man named Wrath.
Wrath was a road captain for the club and an all-around bossy son of a bitch who seemed to think he held dominion over me.
Newsflash: He did not.
“Yeah?” she replied.
“I’m running late. You go ahead. I’ll meet you there.”
It was a Howlers’ club family night tonight, so I’d been invited.
No, that wasn’t quite right. It was a summoning. I’d been summoned to attend by the mighty Wrath himself, who’d somehow decided where I went was his business. The only reason I’d acquiesced was because I had nothing better to do, and my hatred of being bored outweighed my annoyance with Wrath.
“Are you sure?” she asked, peeking her head into the bathroom.
“Yes.” I dabbed oil onto my hands and wove it into my curly locks. “This weather is wreaking havoc on my hair, and I’m only at act two of the taming of the curls.”
“Okay. I’ll see you there.”
The reason I was late in the first place was because my shift at the restaurant had gone into overtime. But since I couldn’t get a ‘legit’ job until I sorted out my shit with the FBI, in other words, until I came out of hiding and didn’t take jobs that paid me under the table, I was stuck with what I had.
Did I mention I was hiding from the FBI?
My real name is Anjanette ‘Jette’ McCormick,but the Howlers knew me as Sierra. Only Raquel and Sundance (the president of the Howlers) knew my real identity and they’d take that to their graves.
It was the reason I was in Colorado to begin with. I was living in Raquel’s townhouse, under an assumed name and under the protection of her brother’s motorcycle club, the Dogs of Fire. Well, that was until Wrath decidedhewanted to protect me…personally.
About an hour later, I walked into the Howlers’ cabin and made my way up to Wrath’s room to drop off my stuff and maybe have a little fun before family night really got going. Wrath and I had only been friends with benefits for a short time, but had been growing closer, and even though we butted heads more often than not, he was crazy good in bed. I didn’t want more than that… at least, I didn’t think I did.
I twisted the doorknob and frowned. The door was locked, so I raised my hand to knock, but before my fingers hit the wood, I heard the undeniable sound of a woman screaming in ecstasy and I lost my mind.
I frowned. That little asshole was fucking some whore.
Oh, hell no.
He insisted I be here tonight, then decided it’d be a good idea to ram his dick into someone else?
I rummaged through my purse and pulled out my case. Unzipping it, I retrieved my lock pick set and slid it into the lock, hearing the lock slide free, I pushed open the door.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I hissed.
A very naked Wrath, busy railing some whore from behind, turned to me with a frown.
“Did you just get here?” he asked, pulling his cock out of her.
God, he was pretty.
The whore scowled at me, but I ignored her. I didn’t recognize her, so I could only assume she was there for the party.
“Sierra,” Wrath snapped.
I blinked up at him. “What?”