Forever - Book 3 (Star Crossed MC Lovers) Read Free Page A

north of the Delaware Water Gap, set deep in the backwoods of the Pocono Mountains. Around here, bloodlines run deep. Most of the families here have been here since the early 1900’s. My great-grandfather Antonio, settled in Pleasant Valley in 1922, after leaving Mexico. It was after the end of the Mexican Revolution, and he and his brother Marco decided they needed a change. After so much bloodshed and travesty, the Delgado brothers wanted to get as far away from Mexico City as they could. They picked a spot on the map, deep in the mountains and far from the big cities. Making the trek on a pair of twin 1916 Harley Davidson J’s, they drove from Mexico City to Pleasant Valley, Pennsylvania. The journey took them six days and when they finally arrived in Pleasant Valley, the brothers decided that they were home.
    They found work at a logging yard and saved as much money as they could. Both brothers were motorcycle enthusiasts. When they had finally saved up enough, they reduced their hours at the logging yard, and opened up their own garage. They called it Delgado Motors and it still stands at the center of town today. A few months later, the Black Heart motorcycle club was born. Shortly after they arrived in town, an Irish family moved in – The Brennan’s. Mac Brennan and his wife, Clara arrived in town with their adult daughter, Nessa.
    For Marco, it was love at first sight. But Antonio was the first to make his move. Both brothers loved Nessa tremendously and a rivalry was born. In the end, Antonio may have won his bride, but he lost a brother. Showing how serious the chasm was, Marco distanced himself from the Black Hearts and founded the Stone Wolf MC. That was way back in 1927. Now, in 2015, the two clubs were still at odds.
    Growing up, my father had a rule. I could date anyone I wanted, as long as it wasn’t a Stone Wolf. My father and his club didn’t make it easy, either. Each and every one of his brothers in arms watched  me like I was their own daughter. Then, when their own sons became men, they watched me like I was their own beloved little sister. Except one. Dante Iglesias wanted more. After sucking up to my father for the better part of five years, he thinks he’s a shoe-in for the king’s chair. In order for that to happen, in order for my father to give up his seat as President, I would have to accept Dante’s marriage proposal.
    Groan.
    How many ways can you tell a man, no?
    At the end of the day, my heart is not my father’s to give. Dante has asked for my hand in marriage ten times and ten times over I have refused him. It’s not that Dante is a bad-looking guy. He’s not. The fact of the matter is, my heart is just not up for sale.
    It was stolen a long time ago, and claimed three years back by a rival boy with a wicked hot smile and greedy hands.

Chapter 3
    Lucky
     
    September 18, 2015
    Stone Wolves Motorcycle Club
    Pleasant Valley, Pennsylvania
     
     
    "Lucky! Aye, Lucky!" a raspy voice called from outside the bedroom door. A man was banging on my bedroom door as if his life depended on it, and it was way the fuck too early for it.
    Bang! Bang! Bang!
    I groaned and stirred in my bed, rudely awoken by the pounding at the door. What sounded like a heavy fist splintering the wood of the door, made sleep damn-near impossible.
    “ Fuck,” I growled and realized that it wasn’t going to stop until I got up.
    Rubbing my face, I reached across the bed to find Selene, but as per usual, her side of the bed was empty. Nothing but warm sheets lay where she had slept the night before.
    Must have left in a hurry.
    But how did she get home? Her bike wasn’t here. She rode with me. I told her I’d give her a ride home. But she probably didn’t want to wake me up.
    "Dammit, man..." I griped as I turned over. “I’m fucking coming. Keep your dick in your pants, shit.”
    My eyes scanned the room, looking for my bedside table where an assortment of condom wrappers, a pack of cigarettes and an