The Biker King's Bride

Vivienne's POV

Moans filled my ears, and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get rid of it. I pressed my eyes shut, but all it did was amplify the nightmare I was already having.

"Does that hurt, baby?" Grant's words filled my ears. With each thrust inside her, I felt my world crumble around me. "Tell me you like it. Tell me you like my cock."

"Yes." She moaned, her sultry voice hitting the mirrored ceilings in our room. A thin line of sweat covered her forehead, and if the way her eyes rolled to the back meant anything, it was the fact that she was enjoying herself. A little too much if you asked me. "Yes baby. Fuck me harder. Your cock feels so good."

"You're definitely tighter than my wife, Vee." Grant's words had slapped me in the face. "Fuck, I'd choose you over her anytime any day."

I wasn't sure which hurt most, the fact that my presence did nothing to stop my husband from cheating on me, or the fact that he had gone ahead to rub it in my face.

"Just look at her." Grant had sneered when I walked in on them, him butt naked and ramming into the lady from behind. "And look at you. You're old and wrinkled, no one would want you, especially not me."

Grant hadn't just cheated on me, he'd broken every bit of me too.

"Focus on me, Grant." Laila purred, rubbing her butt against my husband's erection. She was one of his newest employees and I knew I should have questioned how she became his personal assistant in less than two weeks. "I need you."

Did I mention she was half my age too?

I wanted to scream, I wanted to yell at the top of my voice, but what was that going to change? If they could keep going, and in my presence too, I wasn't sure anything could deter them from fucking each other's brains out.

My gaze darted to the vase standing pretty on one of the tables in the hallway. For a split second, I debated slamming it at the back of his head. My fingers had barely grazed the side of the vase when....

"Hey!" Someone yelled beside me, pulling me sharp out of my daydream. I blinked twice, willing myself to adjust to my immediate environment. Once my vision cleared out, I jerked back in fear at the angry man staring at me. "Are you blind! Fucking watch where you're going, missy!"

"I'm sorry." I stuttered. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean..."

He was gone before I could complete the rest of my sentence. Apparently, I'd bumped into him and almost pushed him onto the busy road.

I didn't mean it, I was just lost in thought.

I sighed, ignoring the pang in my chest. It'd been days since I walked in on Grant cheating on me, but apparently 168 hours wasn't enough to scrub my mind clean of the memory.

I moved out that very day, and my life had been nothing short of a living hell. Grant must have figured my next move, because he froze all of my bank accounts.

Not only was I heartbroken, I was broke.

Devastatingly broke.

My grip on my purse tightened as I rounded the corner. The sun was already setting, and it was going to be dark soon. I hadn't been living in this area for long, but I just knew staying out late would only spell out trouble for me.

I already had a lot on my plate, and the last thing I needed was a mugging, or worse, being stabbed by a thief.

As I walked down the visibly lonely walkway, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was being followed. It had started four days ago actually.

I was glad I'd found a run down motel at a steal, what I didn't know was that I'd just signed off my own death warrant.

It'd started off as small signs. A shadow outside my motel room, an almost static phone call whispering just my name and in the middle of the night.

They were small signs I could shake off, until they weren't. Slowly, they became more gruesome and more deliberate. Dead rats at my doorstep, my tires being slashed. Cryptic messages left for just me and in the most random places too. Strange faces staring at me and.....

A twig breaking off in the distance was all it took to pull me out of my thoughts. I snuck a glance behind me, and wish I didn't.

Two huge men trailed behind me, a dangerous fire in their eyes. Just next to them and on the road, was a black truck that rolled slowly against the pavement.

I wasn't a kid that needed to be told what was happening. I was being followed, and right now, I just might have gotten myself into trouble.

"Shit." I muttered undernrath my breath, before pushing faster. As I picked up my pace, I didn't miss the men inching closer.

Who were these people? Did Grant send them? How did they find me and....

The sound of boots pounding behind me was all it took to pull me out of my thoughts. I didn't need to turn to realize they were running towards me now, and catching up with me too.

My lungs burned as I sprinted down the road, but I didn't stop. The faster I ran, the more I felt like they were catching up.

I needed help. Fast. I needed to get away too.

Just when I was about to give up all hope, something caught my eye.

It was a police vehicle, just tucked into one of the roads leading to another street. I heaved a sigh of relief when I realized it wasn't empty, but just as the relief came, it disappeared twice as fast.

I locked eyes with the officer, but just one second was all it took to throw me off. He stared at me with hollow eyes, recognition flashing in them. Just when I thought he was going to act in my favor, he did the unthinkable.

He started the vehicle, before driving into the distance.

Oh God no.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Rough and calloused hands grabbed me by the shoulder, before a voice snarled in my ear. "We're not quite finished with you yet."

I tried to break free from his grip, but he was too strong. My heart dropped to my feet as the truck rounded the corner.

Two more men jumped out, before walking towards me. Panic clawed at my throat and I stared at them with wide eyes.

"Please." I muttered. "let me go. I didn't do anything."

"That's not what our boss says." One of them sneered. He pulled out a pocket knife, and I felt every drop off blood seep out the pores in my body. "Maybe this will teach you a lesson not to eavesdrop."

Eavesdrop? What were they talking about? I didn't....

My eyes widened as realization flooded through me. All of a sudden my mind flashed back to that room I'd stumbled into at the party. I didn't know....

"Kill her." I froze at the command. "And make it quick. We don't have much time."

"Please." I wiggled, but their grip was just too tight. I bucked wildly, my heels slamming into his shin. He cursed as his grip tightened. I wanted nothing more than to break away from him, but the more I did that, the more the knife drew close.

"Please, you don't have...." A sharp pain shot through my neck as it tore into a layer of skin. Dread pooled at the bottom of my stomach as I felt a trickle of blood run down my neck.

"Five against one? That's cute ." Another voice broke through our gathering. "But if you're going to be cowards, at least be quiet about it."

The shocked expression on their faces was all the evidence I needed to know the stranger wasn't a part of them. The leader stiffened, his grip on the knife faltering. One of them cursed under his breath.

Whoever this man was, he wasn't just a stranger. He was a problem, and I didn't mind the distraction.

Vivienne's POV

Time seemed to slow to a halt, with everyone rooted in their spots. I really would have thought the world had frozen in place, until the next series of events followed.

The leader of the gang nodded behind me, and apparently, that was all the other members needed to act. One by one, they filed behind their leader, obviously on their way to go fight whoever had dared to interrupt them.

"What?" The stranger's voice again. "Isn't he going to fight me as well? I didn't exactly take him to be a coward."

The leader in question let out a low growl, and I took that as my opportunity to escape. I kicked him in the groin, and he staggered backwards, giving me ample time to duck out of his grip.

A wave of relief flowed through me, but it didn't last long.

"Get back here." He snarled, his hand digging into my shoulder and keeping me put. I yelped in pain, and I realized I wasn't the only one getting a rough time.

The mystery stranger was having a field day with the others. I watched as he shoved and kicked the other men aside, without lifting a finger.

While the others were panting like wounded lions, my savior was yet to break into a sweat and I found it incredibly sexy.

"Stay here." Something clawed at my throat as handcuffs came down on my wrists immediately. Their leader gazed around for a while before cuffing me to the door handle. 'ill deal with you later."

"No!" I thrashed, pulling the handcuffs as furiously as I could. Of course, it didn't help. All it did was press the cold steel into my skin. "Let me go! Get me out of here!'

"I'll deal with you." The leader took a pathetic glance at the rest of his men who had been beaten and sprawled to the ground. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"You'll see." The stranger shrugged, a sly expression on his face. The sun was setting already, thereby taking its light with it, but I still caught a glance at my Savior.

A mop of blonde hair sat at the top of his head. A couple of strands fell across his face from time to time, but it did nothing to hide the emerald pop of his eyes. His nose was arched upward a bit, but you could tell it had been broken one too many times. A lip ring grazed his lower lip, and when his lips lifted into a smile, not only did I catch a dimple on his left cheek, I felt my heart going into overdrive too.

With his perfectly cut jaw and black ink that swirled around both arms, it was safe to say he looked like sin itself, and I didn't just want a taste, I wanted all of him.

He must have noticed me staring, because his gaze flickered towards me. I would be lying if I said I wasn't mesmerized. I knew I should look away, but I didn't.

"Arghhh!" The leader growled, pulling both me and my rescuer back to the present. I had no idea how long had passed, but when I caught sight of the wooden baton in his grip, I just knew that wasn't a good sign. "Come and fight me."

"Gladly." Mr Hot and tattooed grinned. In the blink of an eye, he landed him a punch to the face, causing the leader to fall flat onto the pavement.

A yelp bubbled at the base of my throat, but it didn't get out. Not even as he continued to pound more and more punches into his face.

Only when he'd passed out, did he finally let go of him, and even at that, i didn't miss the sticky trail of blood that clung to his fingers and the hem of his tank top.

A shiver ran down my spine as realization hit me square in the jaw. He might have beaten my captives to unconsciousness or worse, but now we were alone.

I had no idea who he was, and what if he suddenly decided that he was no better than the animals who'd decided to attack me? If he wanted to, he could take advantage of me right now, and it made my skin prickle.

All of my thoughts came to a hold as he walked towards me. Each of his steps were painfully slow, and when he finally stopped in front of me, I flinched.

My breath hitched in my throat as he leaned towards me, forcing me to take a couple of steps back. There was only so far I could go, thanks to the handcuffs holding me back.

Goosebumps raced down my spine as he held my gaze, his eyes boring deeper and deeper into my soul. His cologne wasted no time in wafting through my nostrils, and I took in the musky, yet tangy scent.

A loud snap pulled me out of my daydream, and I popped my eyes open to the sight of the handcuffs falling away. Without so much as a word or another glance in my direction, he spun on his heels, and started walking away.

I stood rooted in my spot, and I had no idea why. The murmur of a thanks hung on the tip of my throat, but I just couldn't bring myself to say it.

As he walked away, something caught my eye. At the back of his leather jacket was a huge drawing of a vulture and something scribbled underneath it.

"The Iron Vultures." They were one of the most influential biker clubs in the city.

No, scratch that. The entire state, and only a fool would willingly cross them.

They were known for their ruthlessness and constant thirst for blood, so why did he help me, and their president at that too?

When he'd come closer, I'd caught sight of a small name tag.

Ronan Reaper Calloway.

His reputation definitely preceeded him because, up until this moment I had no idea who he was.

Or how hot he looked either.

An idea popped at the back of my mind, and I decided to jump on it immediately.

By the time I had gotten a hold of myself, Ronan had walked quite a distance, but I didn't let that stop me.

My feet wobbled as I trailed after him, and only when we stopped in front of a bar did I pause to catch my breath.

A neon sign that read The Iron Vultures cast a warm glow against the almost empty street. The lights in the distance flickered on and off, but the sign remained still, almost like a sanctuary, but I knew better.

The bar wasn't exactly run down, and from my spot on the outside, I didn't miss the rock music, and the loud cheers from the patrons inside.

"You can do this,Vee." I muttered to myself, before summoning the courage and pushing open the doors.

Dim lights barely lit up the room, and I felt humid the moment I walked in. The air was mix of sweat and smoke, and I briefly wondered what I'd just gotten myself into.

The stale stench of whiskey hit me square in the jaw, and I fought the urge to gag. Heavily tattooed men of different sizes littered the place, and if there was anything they had in common, it was the many beers and drinks in front of them. They all turned to me, their gazes making my skin crawl, but I ignored it, making my way to the front.

"I'm looking for Ronan." I blurted out the words to the bartender up front. He was an old lad, but it didn't make him any less dangerous. "I want to talk to him."

"Who do we have here?" One of them whistled from behind me. "Did Ronan bring in a new toy for us to play with?"

"She is a little different from what we're used to." One of the men slid into an empty seat beside me. He reeked of cigarettes and whatnot, but what I didn't expect, was him tracing a finger down my arm. "But she'll just have to do."

"Unhand her, Marcus." Someone growled from the corner, and I recognized the voice immediately. "You already have women waiting for you."

I turned, and even though I knew who to expect, the sight of him wasn't something I would be getting used to anytime soon.

Ronan sat in a secluded corner, his back against a comfy couch. Wisps of smoke danced across his face, but I didn't miss the piercing gaze he threw my way.

I never liked cigarettes, but now, I was inclined to say I did.

Ronan made smoking hot. In fact, he made me hot.

"Are you going to stand there all day." He drawled. "Or actually tell me why the fuck you're here?"

"I need you help." I took the empty seat in front of him. "I need you to..."

"I didn't ask you to sit." He cut me off. "You have quite some audacity coming in here."'

"I didn't ask for permission either." The words tumbled past my lips before I realized it.

"Ouuu, she's feisty." Catcalls filled the air. "I want her."

"Shut up!" He hissed. "What do you want?"

"I need you to protect me." I let out. "My life is in danger and you're the only one who can help."

"And what do I get in return?" His arms fell across the table that separated us. He'd lost the jacket somewhere in between his and my arrival, and his tattoos looked way more sexy up close. "I don't run a charity organization here."

"Marriage." I puffed out the words. "You get to marry me."

A wave of silence settled all around us. Anxiety gnawed at my sides, and I wondered if I'd just made the wrong decision.

Before I could get an answer from myself though, an uproar started.

They were laughing.

Loud and obnoxious laughs echoed around me, with some of them sputtering and choking on their drinks. My cheeks burned in embarrassment, but they burned even brighter when I realized Ronan had joined them.

"This isn't funny." I knew I sounded desperate, but I really was. I had no money, no property, no one to call and if I didn't act fast, I could be dead in the morning.

It would be stupid of me to think that whoever has targeted me today would just lay low.

"I'm serious." I hissed. "I need your help."

"And you're going to get this by marrying me?" Ronan smirked. "Interesting."

"Just..."

"Let me think about it." He made a fuss of rubbing his fingers along his jaw, and in a loud octave, he finally let out. "No."

"No?" I was stunned. "What do you mean no?!"

"The last thing I need is a liability." He snarled. "Get out."

Shit. I was cooked.

Ronan's POV

I didn't know much about the woman in front of me, but one thing was certain; she wasn't pleased with my response.

I held her gaze, and as time slowly ticked by, I held back the urge to laugh.

Her wide blue eyes looked like a deer caught in headlights, and her pink cheeks made her nothing short of an embarrassed high schooler.

Against my better judgement, I found my eyes trailing down her neck, before settling on her cleavage. The line didn't leave much to the imagination, and her perky boobs were strained against the thin layer of cotton she was wearing, and I struggled to figure out if she was stressed or something else.

"Did you hear that fellas?" Damien, one of the guys wheezed. "Boss, is getting married! We have a wedding to plan!"

Everyone joined in on the laughter again, well everyone except the lady in front of me.

"We'll need a flower boy." I grinned widely. "What do you say Justin? Will you do the honors? I think...."

"You might think this is funny." She leaned in, cutting me off just at the right moment. The embarrassment she was sporting was nowhere to be found, and I wondered if that was a bad sign. "But you and I know you both need an alibi. And your men, they have no idea why."

Again, the room fell silent, but not for the reason I wanted to.

I didn't have a mirror, but my reflection in her eyes was enough for me to see my amusement disappear, just to be replaced by something darker.

How the hell did she know that?

The air was thick with tension, and I didn't like it one bit. She'd lowered her voice to a dull lull, but it didn't make it any less hard for the others to pick up on it. They'd heard her, and as clear as day too.

Fuck.

"You've got a big mouth, sweetheart." I leaned back with a smirk. There was no other option than to play it off, and I'd be damned if I did otherwise. "You sure you wanna keep running it?"

Someone snorted from one of the tables, and I just knew I'd done a good job. They were beginning to think I was calling her bluff, and that didn't sound so bad right now.

"You can try to intimidate me all you want, Ronan." she wasn't backing down. "But if I was bluffing, you wouldn't look so pissed right now."

How did she know all that? My need for an alibi was top secret, not even the people involved had realized I was going to be needing one, so how the hell did she just....

"So what's it going to be?" Her voice cut through my thoughts. Earlier I thought it was sweet, but now, I didn't miss the thorn sticking out the side.

"Say I do need an alibi." If she wanted a game, then I didn't see any harm in playing along. "That's all I get? Nothing more nothing less? Who are you?"

"Vivienne Carter." She scrunched up her face as she spoke. "or more accurately, Vivienne Weston."

"What?" It was impossible to hide my shock this time, and she knew it. "Why do you need protection from him?"

"That's all you need to know." She huffed. "Marry me, and you get the rest."

She pursed her lips, and I just knew there was no negotiating past this. I hated to admit it, but she had the upper hand here and there was nothing I could do, but wait.

"Fine." I spat, my eyes never leaving hers. With a tone that was bound to send shivers down her spine, I added. "I just hope you know what you're up to."

"Boss?" Someone called out again. My mind was a mess, and I was too occupied to figure out whom the voice belonged to. "Are you serious? You can't be serious."

"Oh but I am." I smiled. "I'm now a family man."

The boys looked confused, but I didn't dwell on that.

Instead, I got out of my chair and turned to Vivienne.

"Tomorrow evening." I let out slowly. "At the church down the street. Make sure you're...."

The rest of my words disappeared into thin air as gunshots pierced the nights. The glass windows of the bar shattered immediately, littering the bars wooden floors with shards of glass.

The smell of gunpowder filled the air, a confirmation of what was about to happen I didn't know I needed.

"We're under attack!" Marcus yelled, and that was the signal to pull out his gun. While a good population of the club scurried to safety, an even greater number ducked for cover, just to pull out their weapons.

"What's going...." Vivienne had barely gotten any more words out, before I pushed her behind me, knocking her to the ground.

"Stay the fuck down." I covered her body with mine. As she scrambled around, I forced myself to ignore how perfectly she fit underneath me.

Marcus led an open fire, shooting at no one in particular alongside the boys. For the next couple of minutes, gunshots hitting rogue targets filled the night, and it would have continued, had something not happened.

A lone rocked flew through the gash in the window, just stopping right on front of Vivienne and I.

On instinct, I grabbed it, but not before sneaking a glance at her first. There was a note taped to the rock, and I unfurled it as quickly as I could.

"You have no idea what you've just gotten yourself into." The note read.

"Start talking. " I growled. "Now."

"I don't know who's after me." She quivered, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the shift in the attitude. Just a couple of minutes ago, she was a badass babe, and now, she could hardly get a word out without shivering. "It could be Grant or ..."

"What the fuck did you do to him?" I watched my eyes darken in hers. " Speak."

"I might have seen something I shouldn't." She whispers. "Something he'd kill to silence me."

I allowed her words wash over me. I knew she was trouble when I'd first laid my eyes on her in that alleyway. I should have walked away when I got the chance, but what did I do? I agreed to get married, and now, I had no idea what I'd gotten myself into.

"Well, sweetheart." I huffed. "Looks like you just became my biggest problem."