Ride Hard (Condemned Angels MC Series #2) Read online

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  Dedication

  Burning Desire

  Praise

  Prologue

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Twenty

  Acknowledgements

  Jeremy Moretti and Chase DeLuca have grown up together and into different MCs. Their lives were promised and destined to the Condemned Angels and Hell’s Rebels. As they grew, so did Chase’s feelings for Jeremy’s younger sister, Roxanne.

  Stemming from separate clubs, they have all the stakes against them. Michael Moretti, President of the Condemned Angels has forewarned Chase to stay away from his daughter. There is too much at risk and clubs stick to their own kind. No mixing whatsoever.

  The years apart have done them good, however, Roxanne has finished school and is back home, and back in Chase’s life. However, she isn’t alone. Roxanne is dating the Treasurer of her father’s club.

  Things start to go wrong, as their secret feelings grow stronger for one another. Will Chase fight for what has always been his, or will the MC stand in his way?

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  “The sexual tension was through the roof, and not only between the main characters. They get so close and then something stops them. This happened so many times, by the time they actually did come together the sex was exploding out of my e-reader.” Lost In A Book

  “Burning Desire is the first book in the Condemned Angels MC series, and boy let me tell you – it is a raw, dirty, dangerous MC story. As a new author, Heather certainly has brought her A game, and she most definitely turned up the heat with the deliciously sexy male lead – Chase.”- Deliciously Wicked Books

  “Heather Leigh’s writing is new to me, and I’m so glad I had the chance to pick this one up. Her writing is realistic and fast paced with plenty of action. Her steamy scenes are fantastic, and her characters have depth that keeps the scenes going.”- Two Moms Reading

  “I loved Roxy’s smart mouth, spit fire attitude from the beginning and Chase, omg Chase!! He was seriously one of the sexiest male lead characters I have read in a while!” Summer’s Book Blog

  “There were plenty of surprises and I was left wanting more. If you are looking for a new MC series to fall in love with this is the one for you. I loved the characters, story, and pretty much everything else about the book. I’m looking forward to reading more in this series.”- Love Between the Sheets

  “This book was wonderful from beginning to end. I loved every minute of it. It as like Romeo and Juliette with hotter men, sexier scenes and MC’s.”- Jodie’s Wine List

  “Just WOW, like really WOW this story I was able to start and finish it in one day it blew my freaking mind away.” Whispered Thoughts

  CHASE

  “Hey big boy, looks like you need some company.” I felt a pair of lips graze my earlobe as I tossed back the shot of whiskey and curled my lips over my teeth. I slammed the shot glass down on the bar, and looked over to whoever was talking to me. Some new girl, looking for a good fuck, and she was looking in the wrong fucking place for it. The music pounded its way through the clubhouse. We had a full house for the celebration of uniting the Condemned Angels and the Hell’s Knights. Our patch over was in full effect. The place was packed tonight, brothers from all over were helping us party hard tonight.

  I felt her small hands smooth over my shoulder and down my back. My eyes closed, seeing Roxy’s face. I quickly shook my head of the memory of her. Four fucking months! Four months since I’ve seen or heard from her. She’s probably due any day now, if she hasn’t already had the baby. My chest ached, thinking about my child being born into this world without me there fucking killed me. I can only hope that I’ll be a part of its life.

  “I’m not for you, sweetheart.” I looked up at her. She was a petite thing; bleach blond hair and big tits. I wasn’t even fucking interested. Apparently my dick was broken when it came to chicks. There was only one out there, and she fucking wants nothing to do with me. Moretti won’t even tell me where she is. Only that she is safe, in good hands and not to track her down. She couldn’t live with the possibility that her baby is Jake’s. She didn’t want to bring bad blood to her club, or some crazy shit like that.

  “You sure, baby?” she filled my shot glass for me, giving me those fuck me eyes.

  “He’s good, Gina. Let him be,” I heard Hunter’s voice call over. Shit, he was always looking out for me since she upped and disappeared.

  “Brother.” I saluted him before I put the shot glass to my lips and tipped my head back.

  “Think you’ve had enough. Fucking drowning your sorrows in here isn’t going to help you get her back.” He started to clean up around me.

  “Ha! Get her back? She fucking left me, Hunter. Too scared to take a chance. She’s keeping me away from my own fucking baby. I fucking miss her.” I threw the glass and it shattered against the floor.

  “I know, Brother, you can’t fucking give up like this. Maybe she will come back.” He patted my shoulder.

  “You know something I don’t?” I look up at him, seeing double.

  “Um…” he hesitated. I jumped off the bar stool and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

  “What the fuck do you know?” I pinned my best friend to the wall.

  “Chill the fuck out, Chase. This is exactly why I didn’t want to say anything in the first place. You have to get control of your shit. You have been drinking yourself under the table almost every night.” He pushed me off of him.

  I grabbed my beer off the bar, and took a swig. Hunter ripped the bottle from my lips.

  “What the fuck? If you’re not going to tell me shit, then what else can I do?” I yelled at him.

  “Fucking listen to me, you dick,” he yelled back. We were the only two at the back bar. I took a seat back on my stool.

  “I overheard, Moretti…she’s coming back home.”

  “When?” I went to stand up but Hunter put a hand to my chest, forcing me back down.

  “She’s already been back.”

  “What?” I was fucking pissed
. I balled my fists on the tops of my knees.

  “Just the other night. It’s on the DL. She hasn’t figured shit out yet, didn’t want anyone to know she was back. Stayed with one of Charlie’s nieces, a couple towns over. I don’t know. I’m not even supposed to know this shit.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking up at me while trying to gauge my reaction.

  “A couple fucking towns over? How the fuck could no one find her?”

  “Moretti’s orders, to not find her.”

  “Fuck. If she thought that baby is mine, which it is; then she should have fucking stayed.” I shook my head back and forth.

  “Maybe she will come around, Chase. You got to see shit from her point of view.”

  “You think I fucking haven’t? I thought about that shit twenty-four seven since she has been gone. Everything I come up with fucking drives me insane. I can’t fucking handle that shit anymore. I’ve waited and waited. I just want my baby and my woman back home- where they belong. But, if she’s back and can’t even fucking talk to me… I don’t know what I want anymore. What if that baby is Jake’s?” My head hung, and my chest tightened. I didn’t know what I was saying, I was fucking confused.

  “Brother…” Hunter sat next to me and patted my shoulder.

  “Nah, fuck this. Fuck her. I’m done with this shit. Over it! I don’t give a shit about her anymore.” I know it was the half a bottle of Jack I just polished off talking, but I was broken. I couldn’t handle the pain any more.

  Next thing I knew, the back door opened and Nicole was stepping inside. But she immediately stopped once she spotted me. She didn’t say a word, she took a step backwards and quickly shut the door.

  “What the fuck was that about?” I stood up.

  “I don’t know.” Hunter shrugged.

  “It’s like once she saw me, she fucking split. Why would she do that shit? I didn’t yell at her that bad the other day, did I? Nah, fucking Nicole is tough as nails. Then why would she…fucking-a Roxy is with her!” I was up and running across the room. I threw open the back door to see Nicole rushing Roxy along. Even from behind, she looked fucking sexy; waddling that ass with my baby in her.

  “Roxy!” I shouted, the girls halted.

  “Chase, just let us leave. You’re drunk,” Nicole pleaded, keeping her hand on the small of Roxy’s back.

  “Let me just fucking talk to her! Roxy!” I jogged up to them, immediately sobering up.

  In slow motion Roxy turned around. My breath caught in my chest. She was fucking stunning, my angel here on earth. She stood there in a black maxi dress. Her large breasts even heavier, nearly spilling through her deep V-neck. Her hair, she kept long and curled, now a raven black color, setting off her olive-toned skin. Her dress had a belt with a large bow that sat perfectly on her now perfectly round belly. Her face was soft, her cheeks with a fullness from the pregnancy weight. She wore little to no makeup, Rox was perfect. I stood there staring at her, as she looked equally shocked to see me.

  “Chase.” My name fell off of those lips, her lips. The only lips I had thought about for the last four fucking months.

  “Nicole, give us a minute,” I pleaded with her. Nicole looked over to Roxy, and she nodded her head. Nicole left us, going back inside the clubhouse.

  We stood there staring at each other for what seemed like forever. Her big brown eyes scanned over me. Then her hand rested on the underside of her belly, accentuating the roundness to her body. Her lips curled up as she smiled down at her belly.

  “What is it?”

  “Give me your hand.” She didn’t even wait for me to answer; she grabbed ahold of my hand and placed it on her firm belly. The warmth spread over me, like someone just jumpstarted my heart. Fuck me.

  She looked completely different from the last time I remembered seeing her. She was now sporting a round basketball under her dress. Her belly wasn’t riding high, more low and in front…the signs of a boy. As my copy of “What to Expect While Expecting” is now dog-eared from reading it. I’m such a pussy. Then I felt it, a strong kick in the center of my palm. My breathing hitched as I took a step closer to Rox. I knelt down on my knees. I placed my hands on either side of her belly and lowered my face to my unborn child. I kissed her belly, and I felt her hands go into my hair and she held me to her. God, her touch was enough to bring me to my fuckin’ knees if I wasn’t already.

  I slowly stood up, cupping her face. She tensed under my touch, which killed me. Cupping the back of her neck, I pulled her to my chest. Holding her felt right. She is the only one that I craved to touch for the last few months. I needed her warmth. Her small hands pushed off of my chest, those eyes looking up at my mouth. I slowly lowered my face to hers.

  Roxy

  There he was, shit-faced tired, with dark circles under his eyes, his scruff longer than usual. Chase looked defeated. It’s all because of me. I felt terrible. It confirmed my decision to stay away. I couldn’t deal with hurting Chase, let alone disappointing him. It killed me. But he doesn’t know that the week after I left town I went for a paternity test. They sent the results, however I haven’t been able to bring myself to open the envelope. It has been burning a hole in my purse for the last four months.

  Chase’s rough hands cupped my jawline; I leaned into his large palm. His green eyes warmed as he gazed down at me. God, I missed him. My focus fell to his full lips. Chase started to bring his face to mine. I shouldn’t, but God, my body was reacting to him. Damn pregnancy hormones and sex drive. I popped up onto my tiptoes and gently touched my lips to his.

  Perfect doesn’t begin to cover it. He gripped my hair at the nape of my neck as his tongue pushed its way past my lips and into my mouth. I melted into him. I tasted the liquor on his tongue as he held my mouth to his. I exhaled my breath into his lungs. I had to stop, as much as I didn’t want to. This wasn’t right. Even as good as it felt.

  “I can’t.” I quickly pulled away, tears already threatening at my eyes.

  “Roxy,” Chase pleaded, trying to hold onto my forearms.

  “I’m sorry, Chase.” A sob left my lips as I saw the hurt in his eyes.

  “No! You’re not fucking leaving me. I just got you back.” I saw Nicole and Hunter coming out of the back of the clubhouse, quickening their pace towards us.

  “I have to go.” I pushed at his chest, begging him to let me go.

  “No!” he yelled out, grabbing the strap on my purse, causing it to fall off my shoulder and onto the pavement. Hunter grabbed his shoulder, pulling him away from me. The letter from PTC (Paternity Testing Corporation) had fallen to Chase’s feet. I immediately tried to squat down and retrieve it, but Chase beat me to it. Fuck. Hunter and Nicole helped me up by my elbows.

  “Is this what I fucking think it is?” Chase held onto the envelope as he was still squatting on his haunches.

  “Chase, please…” I pleaded with him, my hand caressing my belly, as the other rested on my lower back.

  “It’s unopened?” He looked up at me as he stood.

  “Chase, just let it go. Let her have the letter.” Oh Hunter, trying to help me out, probably not a good idea.

  “No, fuck that! I have just as much right to this as she does.”

  “Nicole, please just get me the fuck out of here.” I didn’t want to talk to him anymore. I had nothing left to say to him tonight. I rubbed my forehead.

  “Okay, lets go.” Nicole unlocked her car and I walked away from Chase. Too upset to even get the goddamned letter back. This wasn’t how coming home was supposed to be. I quickly wiped the hot tears rolling down my cheek.

  JEREMY

  I walked out of my room at the clubhouse, dismissing Kendra. At least I think that’s what her name was. As I walked to the back bar I heard Nicole’s signature giggle. Fuck me. My muscles instantly tensed. I quietly walked to the doorway to spot her and Hunter as the only ones in there. I put a cigarette up to my lips.

  “Give them five minutes. That’s all.” Nicole stated as she crossed her arms while
walking up to stand in front of Hunter as he was sitting on a bar stool, leaning up against the bar top.

  “Yeah, that may be five too many, sweetheart.” Hunter chuckled then took a long swig of his beer. Nicole focused on the bobbing of his Adam’s apple.

  “Yeah, probably.” She sounded hypnotized. What the fuck?

  “I believe you failed to give me a proper hello.” He smirked over at her and she bit her bottom lip. My fists clenched. I wasn’t supposed to be giving a flying fuck about her anymore. Yet here I am standing in the shadows, like I’m freaking stalking her ass. Son of a bitch.

  “Oh yeah? What kind of hello are you looking for exactly, Hunter?” she teased while she walked up to him, nudging his knees apart, and standing in-between his thighs. He placed his beer down on the bar behind him and his hands caressed the backs of her thighs, trailing upward.

  Nicole’s arms came around Hunter’s neck as she gave him a hug. Ha- there you go motherfucker, a fucking hug. My chest puffed with pride. Thank fuck. Next thing I knew those stunning blue eyes were on me. She stared at me silently. Knowing I was standing just a few feet away. I felt like she could see right through me.

  I lit my cigarette while I turned my back on them and left. I wasn’t sticking around for that shit.

  Nicole

  “Fucking pussy!” I thought to myself, seeing Jeremy standing there watching us, and not doing shit. He really doesn’t give a fuck anymore!

  “You alright? You’re kind of putting me in a chokehold, Nicole,” Hunter laughed as he “tapped out” on my arm.

  “I’m sorry.” I pulled away, embarrassed. I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear.

  “No need to apologize. You just need to be careful, let me find out that you’re into some bondage shit.” He laughed, playfully slapping the sides of my thighs. My eyebrows rose as I pulled slightly away from him. I looked down into his big brown eyes. Then it clicked- he’s a little freak!

  “Hunter Sabatino!” I slapped his bulging bicep.