Blood and Tears: A Biker Erotic Romance (Free Guns MC) (3 page)

“Kathy,” Solomon returned with a slight cough and then turned his head and spit out blood.

Turning away from him, Kat racked her gaze around the Free Gun’s members looking for any suspicious characters, anyone who might have just as much motive as Solomon. There were a few, but none so hopeless that they’d resort to killing.
And
, Kat thought as she returned her gaze back to Solomon,
none of these men have been sent to jail for attempted manslaughter except Solomon.

The Free Guns weren’t perfect, and jail wasn’t a new phenomenon, but they lived by a strict code. Jamison had made sure all of his members remained drug free and fight free, people got off the bandwagon sometimes, but they almost always got back up and back on.

“I’m not going to bullshit anyone; we all know why we’re here,” Kat began, raising her voice so everyone could hear her. “Most of you think Solomon here killed Jamison--that he tampered with his bike in some way--and you want retribution.”

A hush settled over the crowd, the tension skyrocketing. Kat held her breath wondering if anyone was about cry foul or stand up for Solomon.

Mindy screamed an outburst about how the rest of the Guns wanted Solomon's head and lunged. One of the guys held her back as she clawed and kicked to move closer. Kat glared at Mindy until she finally went quiet, with only silent tears racing down her cheeks.

“All because I wanted to restore this club to its former glory. The good old days, instead of the groups of pussies it’s turned into.” Solomon grinned and burst out on a laughing. One of the members standing next to Solomon raised his steel toed boot and kicked Solomon hard in the side.

“Knock it off, Isaac,” Kat snapped and placed her hand on the gun holstered at her side.

The kicking stopped immediately, and the members were silent again. Closing her eyes, Kat knew that she was running out of choices. She’d never be forced into killing Solomon, but if no one vouched for him, then she’d do what she had to do.

“Who thinks Solomon murderer Jamison?” Kat asked as she opened her eyes.

Hands flew up, and with every hand that went up, Kat locked eyes with its owner. Eyes were, after all, the windows to the soul. While her members harbored secrets, no one in the Free Guns had killed Jamison, at least no one present.

Sighing under her breath, she asked the final question. “Who wants Solomon Parker dead?”

A roar erupted from the member, deafening and blood thirsty all at once. Mindy hadn’t been wrong, they all wanted his head.

Removing her gun from the holster, Kat raised it to her eye level and aimed it at Solomon. His lips twisted in a sardonic smile as blood trailed out of the corner of his mouth. “You were so much warmer yesterday when I was fucking you, Kit-Kat,” his voice was loud and clear if a little rough.

Kat shrugged, and took off the safety, finger on the trigger. “I was a lot of things yesterday. But today, I am the leader of the Free Guns!”

The club cheered and threw around a few “fuck right”s and “Hell yeah's. If that didn’t cement her role as president, Kat wasn’t sure what did.

“Tell the Devil: Kathy Sullivan says hi,” Kat said coolly as she steeled her heart and--

A gasp, a shuffling sound: “Wait! Don’t shoot!”

--pulled the trigger.

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Ride to Fight
, the sequel to
Blood and Tears.

Kat smiled at Solomon, looking into his piercing blue eyes as the cry came out from a member of the Free Guns MC. Blood slid down from Solomon’s forehead, dripping onto his navy shirt, but he never stopped looking at Kat.

“You got spared, Parker,” Kat said as she holstered her gun and turned to the voice who had issued the cry.

Billy, the new hire from the bar that the club frequented was pushed towards Kat. Watching as Billy stumbled and shook, Kat didn’t feel an ounce of pity for the kid. He’d had plenty of time to come to Solomon Parker’s rescue and say that Solomon didn’t kill the old president, but the kid had waited until the last possible moment.

It was just lucky for the both of them that Kat was a fantastic shot and she’d flicked her wrist at the same moment the gun had fired, grazing Solomon’s forehead.

“You got some nerve, kid,” One of the member’s sneered as Billy looked Kat in the eyes.

Kat stared into his brown eyes, wondering why he, of all people, had stepped forward and held off Solomon’s execution. It wasn’t that Kat wasn’t grateful to the kid--she was. Taking a life was something she’d never thought she’d have to do, but being the president of the Free Guns meant that she had to bloody her hands a bit for the good of the club. So Kat had put aside her own feelings about Solomon Parker--but aside the budding emotions and concerns she’d had over the ruggedly handsome biker--and done her duty.

“What is it Billy?” Kat said, turning towards the kid and giving him her undivided attention.

“Don’t say a fucking word, Billy,” Solomon growled from his place on the forest floor and was met by a swift kick in the side.

Kat turned to the member who kicked Solomon--the same person who’d kicked him before. “Do it again, Ryan, and you’re going to lose something.” She warned.

Kat stared the man down before he took a step back and away from Solomon. Authority, that’s what it was all about. Kat had it, no one wanted it, so she wielded it any way she wanted. If that meant protecting a man who had been accused of killing their former president, than she’d live with that.

“Answer my question, Billy, or I put one right between his eyes.” Kat warned as she touched her gun menacingly. She wouldn’t do it though. Solomon Parker had already faced death once today, she wasn’t going to put him through it again. She might have been willing to be a murderer two seconds ago, but time changed, and one adapted.

“He didn’t do it,” Billy whispered, his hands shaking so badly it hurt Kat's eyes to look.

The kid looked like he was barely out of high school but dished up drinks with practiced ease. Kat took the time to really examine him. There was something about the kid that didn’t sit right with her, something about the kid that gave her pause.

Kat watched Billy’s chest expand as he sucked in a breath and with shaking hands, he push back his black hair as he exhaled. “I did it. I killed Jamison.”

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