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Claiming the Biker, page 1
Claiming The Biker
Glenna Maynard
Copyright © 2022 by Glenna Maynard
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ISBN: 9798829530662
Contents
ROYAL BASTARDS CODE
Suggested Reading Order
Author’s Note
Claiming The Biker
1. Chapter One
2. Chapter Two
3. Chapter Three
4. Chapter Four
5. Chapter Five
6. Chapter Six
7. Chapter Seven
8. Chapter Eight
9. Chapter Nine
10. Chapter Ten
11. Chapter Eleven
12. Chapter Twelve
13. Chapter Thirteen
14. Chapter Fourteen
15. Chapter Fifteen
16. Chapter Sixteen
17. Chapter Seventeen
18. Chapter Eighteen
Dear Reader,
Acknowledgements
Playlist
Royal Bastards MC FOURTH RUN
About Glenna Maynard
ROYAL BASTARDS CODE
PROTECT: The club and your brothers come before anything else and must be protected at all costs. CLUB is FAMILY.
RESPECT: Earn it & Give it. Respect club law. Respect the patch. Respect your brothers. Disrespect a member and there will be hell to pay.
HONOR: Being patched in is an honor, not a right. Your colors are sacred, not to be left alone, and NEVER let them touch the ground.
OL’ LADIES: Never disrespect a member’s or brother’s Ol’ Lady. PERIOD.
CHURCH is MANDATORY.
LOYALTY: Takes precedence over all, including well-being.
HONESTY: Never LIE, CHEAT, or STEAL from another member or the club.
TERRITORY: You are to respect your brother’s property and follow their Chapter’s club rules.
TRUST: Years to earn it...seconds to lose it.
NEVER RIDE OFF: Brothers do not abandon their family.
Suggested Reading Order
The Biker’s Kiss
Lady & The Biker
Tempting The Biker
Keeping The Biker
The Biker’s Lucky Charm
Taken By The Biker
Bewitching The Biker
The Biker’s Cherry
Claiming The Biker
The Biker’s Baby
Loving The Biker
The Biker’s Bunny
Author’s Note
Hey guys, even though this can technically be read as a standalone, certain chapters are marked to note when they took place within the overall story arc for my RBMC series. For readers who love the series and read the books in order of release Claiming The Biker begins around the time Pam and Link’s book occurred in The Biker’s Lucky Charm and ties in with the timeline of Sandman and Bianca’s book Bewitching The Biker, Navarro and Kimber’s book The Biker’s Cherry, and Hound and Karma’s story in The Biker’s Baby which is next in the series. Hope this helps and doesn’t cause any confusion.
Happy reading,
Glenna
Claiming The Biker
Wall Street Journal & USA Today Bestselling Author Glenna Maynard brings readers a new gritty and dark romance novel set in the Royal Bastards MC World.Viking
A war is on the horizon. I’m no stranger to fighting.
Loyalty and respect are codes I live and die by.
My club means everything to me.
I’ll do whatever it takes to protect what’s mine.
The life we’ve built and the freedom we crave.
And her.
Especially Andrea.
I’ve watched her from afar.
A beauty in need of saving.
A woman I ache to behold.
When an enemy threatens to tarnish her beautiful soul, the beast inside me awakens.
For her...I’ll fight till death.
Andrea
I can’t stop thinking about him.
A biker I should stay far away from. An outlaw who lives outside of the law that sets my soul on fire. Claiming him for myself was never part of the plan. He’s got a hold on me. The more I deny my feelings the stronger they grow.
I’m fighting a losing battle, but nothing is ever fair in love and war.
Chapter one
March
“Why are you dragging me to this fight again?”
“Hot dudes practically naked getting all sweaty. Need I say more? But hey if anyone gets injured it doesn’t hurt that you’re a nurse and can give stitches.”
I shake my head at my best friend. “East sees you drooling over anyone but him and he’ll spank your ass and ground you.” I poke a little fun at the age gap between Wylla Mae and her much older husband.
“I hope so,” she mutters, getting this dreamy look in her eyes.
I can’t blame her. Easton Reed is hot. He reminds me of that British soccer player David Beckham in the looks department. I never would have thought that they of all people would get together and have a child with another on the way. East dated her mom when we were kids, but Wylla Mae knew he was meant to be hers and that was that. She landed her motorcycle man. I don’t know that I could do it. Be with someone who had dated a family member no less my own mother. Only when I see the way East and Wylla are together there’s no doubt that they were made for each other. But hell, everyone has always been drawn to my best friend. Guys have always wanted her.
It’s something I’ve gotten used to over the years. Dating back to middle school when she grew a couple of inches, and her boobs began to develop she was the dream girl, and I was the duff. Designated ugly fat friend. I’ve always been taller than most girls with some weight on me.
I stare at my appearance in my floor length mirror knowing I’m going to stick out like a sore thumb. I’m no biker babe. Though tonight I’m dressing up and playing pretend in my ripped jeans and black heeled boots. This fight Wylla Mae is dragging me to is being held behind Royal Bastards MC clubhouse also known as The Devil’s Playground. It’s also illegal. Not that it matters. Wylla is married to the vice president of the motorcycle club and her father is the president who her mother finally married last month after like a twenty-year affair or something. I tug on the bottom of the tank top I’m wearing under my Jack Daniels logo t-shirt hoping it disguises my belly.
I’ve been to a couple of events at the clubhouse and the women who hang around are gorgeous. I mean of course there are some skanky sluts but still most have nice bodies from what I’ve observed. These guys while not all of them are hot they still pull fine ass. And me? I know where I measure on the hotness scale. I’ve made my peace with it.
I know I’m not the first girl men flock to when I enter the room.
“Lose the tee, Andi. I know what you’re doing, and you need to stop hiding behind layers. You look great and trust me. You’re going to catch the eye of everyone there. You’ve got legs, great hair, big tits, and ass for days. These men love all of what you got going on.”
I roll my eyes at her. “I’m no size eight.”
“I know what I’m talking about. No one wants to fuck a bag of bones. I hear the men talking about it. I’ve heard them talk about your ass more than once.”
My cheeks flame at her comment even if she is saying what any good friend would to stroke my ego and give me a confidence boost.
“Whatever.”
“Viking wants you there.” Her lips tip into a big smile.
“I told you. I’m not interested in dating a biker.”
“Who says you have to date him.” She sticks her tongue out at me.
“You’re a bad influence.”
“Nooo. I just happen to be a great best friend whose husband happens to be friends with hot as hell dudes like Viking that think my friend, namely you has a great ass.”
“I’m not like that. I can’t have sex with a guy because he’s hot. Guys like that will crush a girl like me.” I know from experience.
“He’s a good guy.”
“No more talk about Viking. I have a date tomorrow.”
“This that cop who keeps standing you up?”
“It isn’t like that. He has a busy job. It’s not like he can control getting a call out.”
“Yeah. Yeah. But if you were to hook up with Viking, we could double date.” I know what she’s saying without spelling it out. Her ol’ man as she calls him is the vice president of a biker club. The Royal Bastards MC. They rule this city. Dinner with a cop isn’t high on a guy like East’s list of priorities. “What’s his name anyway?”
“He has the perfect name for a cop. Justice.” My belly does a dip at the thought of him. We’ve been doing this back-and-forth dance where he tries to take me out, but our schedules never seem to line up.
Maybe it’s not meant for me to date.
“Detective Masters?”
That warm and special sensation turns ice cold. “You know him?” Of course she does. Wylla Mae is the type of person who gets noticed. I try to hide my disappointment. I’m not mad at her for it. It’s just the way my world seems to turn.
“Yeah. Um when Nickel got shot. He was the lead detective working that case or whatever.”
“Right.” Nickel from what I’ve been told by Wylla was the club vice president until he was murdered. Then East took on the role. I d
“He’s not well liked by the club…” she trails off and I leave the conversation there. I don’t want to get into club politics. It’s hard enough to navigate as a friend of the club.
I give up on disguising my belly. It’s not like I’m hoping to impress anyone there. Wylla Mae is the pregnant one and yet my stomach could pass as bigger than hers.
We get to the clubhouse and my belly flutters in excitement. There’s another club here. Birds of Hell MC. I guess Viking is fighting one of their guys. Not that I care.
What I haven’t told my best friend is that we hooked up once. He said he’d call, and he didn’t. Then I saw him cuddled up with a club girl. She was hanging all over him and I know he knew I was watching. The asshole shot me a fucking grin. One I wanted to slap off his smug face. That was when I decided that friends are all we will ever be. I like him as a person. He’s likable when he wants to be, but what I won’t be is a girl he strings along. I’m not cut out for that. I can’t stay up night after night wondering where he is and who he is with. That’s not a life I want.
Which yeah, I know sounds like the biggest contradiction considering I’ve agreed to go out with a cop. Justice is different though. When he’s unreachable I know it’s because he’s serving our city. Making it safer. He’s not out committing crimes. I believe him when he says it’s work. I know bikers ol’ ladies get told all the time that things are club business, and they are expected to accept whatever that may entail and suck it up. I know what Link did to Pam. Fuck that. I don’t want that life. Sitting at home wondering when he’s going to cheat.
And yeah, I know not all men are like that but for every one that isn’t there’s ten who are.
There’s some type of drama going on with Pam and Link. A biker from the other club walks right up to them and punches her old man. I’m not really paying attention because I see Viking and despite how I feel about him my body immediately reacts. My pulse vibrates through every cell in my body remembering how his hands felt. Rough and possessive.
I remember every stupid detail. The way he smelled like the cold of winter and leather with a hint of spicy liquor.
The taste of his kiss. Wild and free. He made me believe that I was special. That a man like him wanted a woman like me. The fucking duff.
What a freaking joke.
“You come over to give me a kiss for good luck?”
I blink and find him standing far too close for comfort. Shirtless and ready to fight. His tattoos and muscles on display. Those gorgeous blue eyes so pretty I could stare into them until I disappear. Blush stains my cheeks. My stupid traitorous body screams ′yes, I did,′ but my brain and my heart know better. “No,” I tell him, hoping he doesn’t hear the tremble in my voice.
He wraps his large hand around the back of my head and says, all deep, throaty, and growly, “Gonna take it anyway.” Before I can jerk away his mouth crashes into mine. Possessive and knowing as his tongue plunges between my lips, sweeping along mine. For a moment I forget myself. Forget that he never called like he said he would. I forget that he threw me away. That he got what he wanted and never looked back.
Wylla Mae clears her throat and I return to reality. With a twist and shove of my hip I jerk away and land a resounding slap across his cheek that echoes and burns me to the bone as I make contact. Tears come at their own volition. I’m powerless to stop them as all the hurt and guilt seeps back inside me.
I don’t wait for his reaction, but he gives me one anyways. Licking his lips all cocky and sure of himself he grins. “Thanks, sweetheart.”
I know I’ve made an ass of myself. I let him get to me when I shouldn’t.
I dart away with my pregnant bestie waddling after me. I never should have agreed to come tonight. I knew he’d be here. I thought I could handle seeing him.
I thought wrong.
“Hey. What the hell was that?”
I shake my head and wipe at my tears. “I don’t know.”
“Talk to me. That wasn’t nothing. What aren’t you telling me?”
“We hooked up. Once.”
“When was this and why am I just hearing about it?” She nudges my shoulder with hers as we sit at a table inside the clubhouse.
“It didn’t mean anything. At least not to him. It’s stupid. Can we just drop it?”
“For now. Let’s go watch him kick this guy’s ass.”
Or get the shit beat out of him, I think to myself, but I know that won’t happen. Viking is a beast.
A warrior. They don’t call him Viking merely for his looks alone.
Fighting and brutality are in his blood.
The first fight is between Prodigy and a dude called Blue. Neither of them compares to Viking and the way he commands attention wherever he goes.
Prodigy taunts this guy dancing around him, allowing him to strike a few weak jabs.
I don’t even know who wins their match. No, my attention is zeroed in on Viking. Watching him prepare for his fight. He reminds me of a warrior from days gone by. Like he walked out of a history book or one of the romance novels I read on occasion.
I watch as he steps into the pit and beats his fists against his chest letting out a deafening roar. Appearing as though he could rip his opponent’s head from his shoulders with his bare hands. He’s a force to be reckoned with. Like a God of old. They don’t make or build men like him anymore. True warriors.
His gaze seems to move through the crowd until it settles on mine. His lips twitch at the corners fighting the urge to smile. Ugh. Nope. I refuse to give in and return the sentiment.
I roll my eyes and he winks. I shake my head fighting the smirk teasing at my lips. Why does he get under my skin so damn easily?
Someone slaps him on the back and his attention returns to his opposer.
Rain drops pelt against my skin, but the fight starts anyway. I confess seeing raindrops rolling off Viking’s skin is sexy. Even if I’m mad at him I can appreciate the view. For such a big guy he moves with such ease. This is his element. Part of me wonders if he wasn’t in the club could he have made fighting a career. But better yet, why hasn’t he tried. Surely, he wants more than this—illegal fighting in a dirt pit behind a biker clubhouse. Seeing the elation he’s wearing on his face right now though, perhaps not. Maybe this is exactly where he wants to be. I suppose there is nothing wrong with that if it’s what makes him happy.
He makes a move, advancing on the equally as large man capturing him in what looks like a bear hug under his armpits and shoving him against the chain-link fence surrounding the pit. Bareknuckle fighting. No gloves. No rules, no weapons. It’s terrifying yet thrilling to watch. He lands a few body shots before shoving off him. The other guy may match Viking in size, but he lacks conditioning. They’ve not been at it long and the other guy is already out of breath and bleeding from a cut above his brow.
“Walk with me to get a drink,” Wylla says, giving my hand a squeeze.
I nod and move to my feet. As we walk away from the fight the rain begins to fall harder and faster, turning the fighting pit into a mud match.
I look back once more to see Viking tackle the guy. They go down hard. The other man’s head bounces off the ground as Viking pummels him over and over again.
Wylla Mae and I go inside where it’s dry. The cool air of the air conditioning unit blows over us as we cross under one of the big vents.
The crowd roars from outside chanting Viking’s name. I’m guessing he’s won. Then again, I doubt he ever loses.
I go behind the bar and grab Wylla Mae a water. My shoes squeak on the floor and I wonder if she’d mind if I duck out now that the fight is over. Before I can ask, East tracks us down.
“There you are.” He moves in, going directly for her mouth. Passion and lust radiates between them and I smile. As weird as their relationship may seem to a lot of people there’s no doubting how much love they share. I guess in some ways I’m jealous. I don’t think I’ll have that.
I leave them to make out and step out the back door.
