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  BULL

  A Forsaken Riders Standalone MC Romance

  Book 6

  Samantha Leal

  Copyright ©2016 by Samantha Leal. All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic of mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Although the Forsaken Riders Series of MC Romances can be enjoyed as Stand-alone stories, they are also part of a larger steamy narrative that transpires in the small town of Slate Springs, and so for maximum enjoyment you may wish to read them in order. All five previous stories are included in the Bonus Books – you can find them via the Table of Contents…this is the proper order

  Book 1 – King

  Book 2 – Lynx

  Book 3 – Steel

  Book 4 - Gunner

  Book 5 - Hawk

  Book 6 – Bull

  Book 7 – upcoming…

  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  BONUS BOOKS

  What the Outlaw Craves

  Saved by the Werewolf Billionaire

  What the Outlaw Demands

  Into the Highlander’s Arms

  Desired by the Billionbear

  KING

  My Holiday Billionaire

  My New Billionaire Stepbrother

  Badass Billionaire

  Saved by the Billionbear

  His Darkness Revealed

  The Bear Wants Babies

  LYNX

  Into the Highlander’s Realm

  For the Love of Zombies:Not so HEA

  Babies For the Bear

  A Baby for the Bear

  DIRK: A Stepbrother Romance

  Taken by aliens

  The Billionaire’s Rumpus Room

  What the Outlaw Wants

  In the Time of the Caveman

  What the Outlaw Needs

  Taken By Alien Lords

  Chased by the Bear

  Love and Survival in the Time After

  The Highland Legacy

  Beyond the Highland Gateway

  Wanted by Aliens

  Taken by the Alpha Alien

  The Highland’s Call

  HAWK

  Finding Love in a Dark World

  Finding Love in a Dark World:Book 2

  Sweet Love Returned: Clean Romance

  Welcome to Zombie Island

  STEEL

  Through the Gateway

  Through the highland gateway

  Touched Through Time

  The Highland Locket

  What the Outlaw Claims

  GUNNER

  Into the Highlander’s World

  My Holiday Protector

  What the Outlaw Must Have

  The Highland dream

  Mated to the Highland Wolf

  What the Outlaw Takes

  CHAPTER 1

  The old man had hung on for so long he knew that it wouldn’t be much more time before he could finally let go. He looked up at the ceiling as he breathed in and out slowly and thought back over his past. He had had a good life, one that had been filled with a lot of joy and good times. He’d been lucky. He knew that because he had met and known a lot of people in his time who hadn’t been. He had been blessed and he had been happy. He had had a good set of friends and a family of warriors by his side throughout everything he had done. Each milestone he had reached, he had had an army of brothers at his back only wishing him the best.

  He could only ever be thankful for that.

  He smiled as his chest heaved and the pain spread through him further. It had been a bad couple of weeks, but at least he knew he was nearing the finish line. He wouldn’t have to suffer for much longer. If it hadn’t been for the surprise of his little girl walking through the door after all of those years, maybe he wouldn’t still be clinging on now.

  He coughed and tasted blood.

  “Well,” he wheezed to himself. “Can’t be long now.”

  He laughed and the pain shot through him even more.

  He remembered what it had been like to join a club like the Forsaken Riders back in its hay day. He still remembered each and every member of the charter when he had been initiated and, even though many of them had gone since, he still loved them dearly.

  A lot of blood had been shed over the years, and a lot of people have died for the club. It was almost ironic that Reid knew that he would be next. One of the oldest surviving members and head of a club that had ruled the desert for generations… Now he was going to have to hand over the baton to someone else just as deserving.

  And the timing couldn’t have been worse.

  He clenched his hands together and crossed them over his belly. The bed was warm and comfortable, and even though he had been confined to it for the past few months, he still felt as if he was floating on clouds. His legs were numb now from the drugs and his mouth was dry, but he didn’t mind. He’d enjoyed spending the past few weeks off the sauce. He’d needed it. It had given him the clarity required to make the decision that was going to change everything.

  He knew that King was the rightful person to step in and fill his shoes. Not only had he been with the club for many years, he had proved himself time and time again as one of the most loyal and powerful men behind the Forsaken.

  But now Reid had a problem…

  A conflict of interest…

  His daughter Lexi.

  Her and King were in love, and how could he possibly promote King to head honcho when his daughter was going to get further tangled up in the messes of the brotherhood? He wanted to keep her safe and her husband by her side. He didn’t want her widowed before she had even turned thirty.

  No, he thought as he stared at the ceiling. I can’t do it to her or to King. They deserve a long life together; one that has more freedom that being the head of this club requires.

  He sighed heavily and closed his eyes. He knew it would cause ill feeling, but he also knew that he had to take care of the people closest to him. Even though Lexi had only been in his life for a short time, she had been the light he had been waiting for. She had illuminated the darkness that had been ahead of him and ensured that he had enjoyed his last few months.

  It had looked pretty bleak after the doctor’s prognosis, but now he had a daughter to cherish and a lot of time to make up for. He had enjoyed life again and she had added a dimension to his final days that he had never, ever expected to have the opportunity to experience.

  Reid wasn’t just an old time biker… now he was a father as well.

  He felt tears prick the corner of his eyes and he breathed in deep. He knew it wasn’t going to be long. His body had been declining for days and all he was hanging on for now was to spend a little more time with Lexi and to make sure everything was handed over as it should be. And then he would let himself give up the fight.

  He rolled onto his side and reached, laboriously, for his cellphone. He pressed the screen with shaking fingers, opened his contact list, scrolled down and then pressed dial. He held the phone to his ear and sucked in a lungful of air, preparing himself to speak for the first time in days.

  The line clicked to life on the other end and he heard him say hello.

  “It’s me,” Reid croaked as he struggled to keep his breath. “I
need to talk with you.”

  “Okay boss,” the man on the other end said. “Are you alright? What do you need?”

  “I need you here now,” Reid broke off to cough and he clutched his chest. “Come back to the clubhouse as soon as you can.”

  “Boss? Are you okay?”

  “Just get back here dammit,” Reid spluttered before he burst into a coughing fit and had to end the call.

  It was a sad state of affairs when a man like him was as weak as he was now… But that was life. He had seen it happen to people around him for decades and now it had just rolled around to his turn.

  He dropped the cellphone down by his side and it bounced lamely to the floor. He clutched his chest again and breathed in as far as he could. He could feel the fluid on his lungs and the darkness creeping in towards him again. He had to push it back. He had to keep going. Just a little longer.

  He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down. He had made the right decision on who he had chosen to take over from him. He knew he needed someone with strength. Someone ruthless and loyal, a man who had been rising through the ranks but who had so far gone rather unnoticed. Reid knew that it may cause controversy, but he was no stranger to that. Being the head of a lawless bike gang for the past ten years had meant he had seen a lot of that in his time.

  Now he had to make one final change and then his work would be done. He knew that he would have taken care of The Forsaken Riders, his daughter Lexi and her future, and of the young biker who had caught his eye and showed promise that he could run it all after Reid was long gone.

  He waited and closed his eyes, he could hear the rumble of juggernauts powering down the highway out across the desert and the sound of laughter drifting up from the garages below, outside next to the clubhouse. These were the sounds he would miss the most. Ones that always reminded him of home. He drifted in and out of sleep for a few moments until the snap and bang of the front door jolted him back awake.

  He heard the heavy boots coming up the stairs and the jangling of chains. That was one of the things Reid liked about his intended successor the most, he was so big and brutal, that you could always hear him coming.

  The footsteps stopped outside of Reid’s bedroom door and there was a low rasping knock.

  “Come in,” Reid croaked as he pushed himself up on his elbows, with the last tiny amount of strength he had left.

  The door opened slowly and he stepped inside. His thick wavy black hair was hanging down to the tops of his shoulders and his big thick, muscular arms rippled out of the tight t-shirt he was wearing. As he stepped through the doorway, he just about blocked out all natural light with his huge, hulking frame and Reid smiled.

  This son of a bitch was just the powerhouse that The Forsaken Riders needed to make sure the club thrived and triumphed over Ironhill and the Iron Riders.

  Bull.

  He had come to Reid as a crazy kid and now he was definitely a man who had learned at the feet of the best.

  “You called for me boss?” Bull said gruffly as he strode over to Reid’s bedside and stood in front of him. Even now, after all of the years they had grown to know each other, Reid was still intimidated by him and the way he was so big and tall it was almost as if he was a giant. Bull had been part of the Forsaken’s main muscle for years and he had quietly proved to Reid that he could take care of business and be a natural leader.

  “I did,” Reid croaked as he coughed and tasted blood again.

  “Boss?” Bull kneeled down and passed him a glass of water from the nightstand. Reid’s hands were so unsteady he couldn’t grasp it and Bull had to lift the water to his lips.

  “Thank you,” he stammered. “Bull, I don’t have much time…”

  Bull’s eyes were deep and wet as he looked down at the man who had been a better father to him than his own old man ever had. He took hold of Reid’s small bony hand, in his big rough ones and squeezed it tight.

  “I need to ask you something,” Reid stammered.

  “Anything,” Bull said with an open heart.

  “It has to be you Bull…” Reid continued, “You’re the one who has to take over everything, after I’m gone.”

  Bull faltered. Had he really just heard what he thought he had? He looked down at Reid, a bag of bones lying swamped by blankets, and at the urgency in his eyes. He knew that he wasn’t the kind of man to joke around, especially when it came to the affairs of the club.

  “But…?” Bull asked. “Me?”

  “You,” Reid said before his chest tightened and he coughed again. “It has to be you Bull…”

  Bull nodded. He would do anything for the club, and especially for Reid. He just hadn’t been expecting to be given such an honor. He knew that King had been everyone’s first choice as next in line. And he didn’t know what to think about what may come of this now…

  “Of course I will,” he said as he held onto Reid’s hand tightly. “My dedication to this club is everything to me. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do.”

  Reid gripped his hand tightly back.

  “Make sure the Iron Riders burn in hell,” he said before he doubled over and coughed up a splatter of blood onto the wooden floorboards.

  “Boss,” Bull said as he pulled him up and laid him back down in bed.

  He was so worried, he could see it in Reid’s face that he wouldn’t be much longer for this world. And now he had been given the ultimate honor, but also the ultimate responsibility.

  Reid’s breathing became labored and Bull’s mind began to race. He got to his feet quickly and stomped to the doorway where he hollered down the hall.

  “Lexi!” he called. “You better get in here!”

  He heard her tiny footsteps come clipping up the stairs and she rushed around the doorframe panting and with hair in her eyes.

  “Dad?” she wailed as she ran across the room and flung herself down at Reid’s side.

  Reid looked up at her and smiled. She really was his guardian angel. He took her hand in his and he took her in once last time. If he had done anything right in his life, it had been her. She was his most special creation.

  “I love you Lexi,” he whispered. “I always have and I always will.”

  “Dad?” she sobbed, the realization of what was about to happen flooding her face.

  “Bull is going to look after you all now,” Reid nodded. “Make sure you support him.”

  Lexi looked over her shoulder at Bull, the tears streaming down her face and then she looked back to Reid. He had closed his eyes but he was still breathing, each breath becoming shallower.

  As he lay there dying, Lexi clung to her father and sobbed. She had only known him a short time but he had been everything she had ever hoped for and more.

  If there was one thing she knew, life without him for both her and The Forsaken Riders would never be the same.

  CHAPTER 2

  Sasha rolled over and blinked blearily at the clock on the nightstand. It was the middle of the night and she had been having trouble getting back to sleep after her grandmother had woken again and started screaming through the dark.

  It had been a long week with her, but Sasha didn’t mind. They were all each other had in the world and she would always take care of her; much like her grandmother had taken care of her when she was a child.

  But now, it was as if the roles had reversed.

  Sasha leaned up and flicked on her bedside light. The clock told her it was nearly 4am, but it felt like it could easily have been daylight. She climbed wearily out of bed and stretched. She knew there was no chance of her drifting back off now and she quite liked the idea of a dawn run to help clear her head.

  She crossed her bedroom to her chest of drawers, opened the middle one with a big pull, and reached inside for her sweats. She dressed quickly and then sat down on the edge of the bed whilst she slipped her feet into her sneakers and tied them tight.

  She could see out of her bedroom window that the world was beginning to brighten and
even though it would be an hour or more before the sun actually rose, it was light enough outside for her to run without feeling intimidated.

  She grabbed her cell and her headphones, strapped it to her arm and tied her long blonde hair up into a tight bun. She opened the door of her bedroom quietly and slipped silently outside into the hallway. From down the hall she could hear the soft sounds of her grandmother’s breathing and she knew then that she was asleep. Without wanting to wake her, she tiptoed down the stairs and towards the back door. She opened it wide and slipped out into the dawn air.

  She walked quickly down the street so she was certain she was well out of earshot of her grandmother’s bedroom and then she began to stretch and warm up. The air was already warm and she was glad that she had only put on a tight sports vest and not anything heavier. She stretched out her legs and then her arms and then she jumped on the spot before she cranked up her music and started off down the desert road.

  Town was completely empty as she jogged through Main Street and out the other side. She looked at all of the shops, closed up and sleeping as if they were barely even real and Sasha couldn’t help but smile. She had always loved living in Slate Springs. Even after she had gone off to college and been on her own two feet, she always knew that she would end up coming back.

  She had left when she was eighteen and had gone to study Art and English on the East Coast. But when she had finished her degree and looked for work she realized that, like most of the people studying liberal arts subjects, there wasn’t exactly an abundance of jobs to choose from. Sasha hadn’t been disappointed, rather just accepting. She packed up her things, left the city and travelled back West to her quiet little hometown of Slate Springs. It was almost as if it was all meant to be when her grandmother started to get sick and she realized that there would be no getting better. She had watched her deteriorate in front of her very eyes and she now knew how important family was to her, even if the little old lady who now took up most of her time was all she had.

  She didn’t mind the getting up in the middle of the night to calm her down when her grandmother woke up and didn’t know where she was. And she didn’t mind the fact that, apart from her job at the local biker bar The Bleeding Bullet, she didn’t have much of a social life. She had become accustomed to it and it was what she enjoyed. She cared for her grandmother during the day and on her nights off, and then on an evening when she had to work, nurses came in to take over and give Sasha some respite. Her only other escape was running, even if it was before the sun came up.