EROTICA: The Biker (Blue Soldier): BBW Mystery Romance (Alpha Male Motorcycle Gang Short Story) Read online

  Table of Contents

  1 | Fear

  2 | Hideaway

  3 | The Capture

  4 | Vacation

  Blue Soldier

  BBW Mystery Romance

  Jolie Day

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.

  The characters, places, and events portrayed in this book are completely fiction and are in no way meant to represent real people or places.

  Warning: This story contains mature themes and language. It is intended to be enjoyed by an 18+ audience only.

  Copyright © Jolie Day

  About this Story

  Lose yourself in Jolie Day’s first BBW Biker story, Blue Soldier. It’s a sexy, thrilling read. Follow Elina and Alec in this dangerous adventure they find themselves on and see what happens to these two when Elina is targeted.

  Book Description:

  It was all quiet in her life… until they suddenly targeted her with intensions to kill.

  Elina Childs is a bright and independent young woman able to stand on her own feet. At least that’s what she thinks; until there is a murderer in her apartment.

  Alec is a member of the Blue Soldiers. He wears his biking name proudly on his jacket, but he is a quiet rogue, choosing the thrill of the life of a biker over his family’s money and social status. His silence and mystery toy with Elina’s sense of safety, but she feels as if she needs him. And in the height of panic, Elina has just one of two choices.

  It’s either give in to lust…or face her death.

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  Blue Soldier

  Blue Soldier

  1| Fear

  Elina set down her cocktail and sighed. Even with a second drink she had difficulty pushing back the ugly scene of what had happened at her family’s house just forty-five minutes before. She sipped her drink and remembered why she’d always hated family get-togethers.

  “Elina, when will you decide to find some love in your life?” she recalled her mother saying. “I mean you’re nearly twenty-four.”

  “I have a lot going on right now, Mom,” Elina had argued with her. “I have an apartment to keep up, and I have a steady-paying job. Love only complicates things.”

  Elina shook her head to herself as she swirled her straw around, watching the end stir up the ice and send bubbles toward the surface of the liquid. The very fact that she had to go to a rowdy bar to get away from the stress of her parents’ house just made the situation that much more ridiculous.

  A loud blaze of curses erupted from a gathering of seats behind Elina. One of the chairs clattered to the floor and bumped the stool she sat on. She glanced back as two men stood from their seats to lunge for each other in fury. The commotion scattered a number of onlookers within the area, and the bartender started toward the two enraged rivals.

  Before the bartender could get there, however, a man just a distance from Elina down the bar table stood and approached the men. He placed a gloved hand to the chest of one of them and pushed him back with good force, knocking him into a table.

  “Why don’t you take it outside before you both make fools of yourselves?” the mediator spoke up. It didn’t sound much like a suggestion, but rather more like a threat.

  As the two men departed, the bartender went back to her work, looking grateful, and the man walked over to take a seat on the stool beside Elina to order a drink. She gazed at him curiously. The stranger still had youth to his face, so he couldn’t have been much older than her. His eyes were cool and blue like ocean mist, but he had a hard-set jaw speaking of a truly masculine edge. The heavy leather jacket he wore appeared to be for riding motorcycles, and Elina’s guess at this only cemented when she noticed he still wore biker’s chaps.

  The man caught her staring, and Elina tore her eyes away swiftly, gazing hard at her cocktail instead.

  “Hello.”

  Elina forced herself to look back at him. He had short black hair cropped close to his scalp, and his arching eyebrows caused him to look perpetually stern. It didn’t take away from his stunning features, however.

  “I think I’ve seen your face before. Where do you work?”

  Elina tried to keep her eyes on him, a bit intimidated by his abrasive attitude. “Nowhere special,” she answered.

  The man let his eyes linger over Elina,, and she felt every moment of it. “Huh,” was all he said, and he picked up the shot that the bartender had delivered to him.

  A few minutes later, Elina left the bar and headed home. She sighed as she walked up to the front door of her apartment, and then stopped in surprise as she noticed that the door was not closed properly. Keys in one hand, Elina stepped forward and stared dumbly. Did she forget to shut it tight before leaving that evening? No, of course not. She remembered closing and locking it just three hours ago. Nervously, Elina pushed open the door and stepped inside.

  This is probably really stupid of me, she thought as she gritted her teeth. I should leave now and go someplace safe just in case.

  But she didn’t. Instead, she walked carefully across the living room floor and peered into the dark kitchen across the way. There wasn’t any evidence that anyone else had been inside the apartment besides her. Everything was placed where it always was, and no lights were on. She walked down the short hallway and peeked into the bathroom, then pulled the towel rack down and lifted it up like a bat, maneuvering around the rest of the home. Every room was empty and quiet.

  Perhaps if there was an intruder, they left already, she told herself as she walked back across the living room and to the entryway, closing and locking the door for the night. It could have just been an accident. There hadn’t been any abuse to the door’s lock as if someone had forced it open, so maybe Elina really had just forgotten to shut the door properly.

  Mentally chastising herself for the scare, Elina walked back to her bedroom at the end of the hall and shut the door, stripping down to put on a pair of nightclothes. She turned on the lamp beside her bed and then climbed onto the mattress and moved under the sheets. Opening a book she’d left on the other side of the bed from the night before, Elina read two chapters before hearing a noise.

  It was the distinct sound of an object brushing against the plastic bag of clothing that Elina had left in her closet when she’d moved into her apartment. Her heart stilled for a moment as she dropped the book to her chest and looked up at the sliding closet doors near the foot of the bed.

  Elina slowly pulled the covers off her body and swung one leg over to stand back up from the bed. Just as she lifted herself into a sit, the closet doors flew open, and a man wearing a cheap mask rushed toward her. He raised a heavy hunting knife with a clean blade that glinted in the light of the lamp.

  Elina screamed. She screamed, and she also took the towel rack from beside the bed and swung it as hard as she could at the masked man’s weapon arm. The intruder seized the rod with his free hand, but Elina took advantage of his slowed process and darted around him, throwing open the bedroom door and racing for the living room. The stranger was quick on her heels, and he grabbed a hold of her upper arm, yanking her back before throwing her against the wall. Her head struck the drywall bluntly, and she reeled a moment. Before the attacker could attempt anything with his knife, Elina mustered up what logical ideas she had into one, and threw her foot upward into a heavy kick between her attacker’s legs.

  With a gasp, he buckled and
let go of her, so she tore away from him and made it to the entryway door, unlocking it in haste and racing out on bare feet.

  Though Elina would have loved to have grabbed her phone before leaving, she hadn’t even thought about it. She had no way to call the police, so she would just have to head to the town station by foot.

  She didn’t slow down to a walk until her head began to throb, and she grew breathless with exertion. She gripped at her arms, stealing quick glances back toward the direction of the apartment complex for fear that the intruder would be following her. The only change in scene, though, was a black motorcycle that turned the corner from the crossroads one block away and headed her direction. At first Elina felt fear rise in her stomach again. What if it was someone else out to get her? But then she shook the thought away and let her desperation for support take over.

  Waving frantically at the rider, she managed to get them to notice her swinging arms and pull over to the side of the road. The man holding onto the handlebars was the same individual with mist-like eyes that had broken up the fight at the bar. The bike leaned to one side as he placed one foot down onto the asphalt to support it.

  “A little cool tonight to be out in your nightie,” the man stated.

  “Please, I need help. A man broke into my apartment and tried to hurt me,” Elina gasped. She stepped closer, her lip quivering in fright.

  The man’s eyebrows raised in surprise, fishing in his left pocket for his phone almost automatically. “A break in? Are you okay? What did he look like?”

  “I-I’m fine,” Elina replied, stealing another look down the street. “He was wearing a mask, and he had a big knife. He almost got me, but I got away in time.”

  The biker lowered his phone a little, his voice growing darker. “What type of mask?”

  She tried to remember. “Something cheap. Like an animal head of some kind. It had ears.”

  The man frowned.

  Elina offered her hand. “Can...can I call the cops?”

  His jaw set hard for a moment as he gazed down the street. He finally looked back and then took Elina by the arm with a gloved hand, tugging her closer to the motorcycle.

  “Let go! What are you doing?” she exclaimed, terror building in her stomach again.

  “Saving your life,” he replied evenly, forcing her to straddle the bike in front of him. “Cops won’t be of much help in this situation.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  Elina nearly shrieked in surprise as the man tore off back down the road, the gentle hum of the bike’s motor roaring and snarling as he sped up.

  “I need to get you away from here as fast as possible. You can stay at my place tonight, where it’s safe,” he continued.

  “But...the cops!”

  “I’ll take care of it.”

  “I don’t even know who you are!”

  “Alec,” the man said as he turned a corner at a stop light. “I knew I recognized your face.”

  “I don’t understand,” Elina admitted as she shivered from the breeze on her exposed skin.

  “Best that you don’t,” was his short answer. Within a couple more minutes, they’d reached a very luxurious hotel tucked away at the edge of town. The man named Alec stopped the bike in the lot and waited for Elina to step off.

  “This is your place?” Elina muttered as she gazed up at the beautiful building. Her body still trembled from the shock of the incident, and despite no longer being chilled by the breeze against her skin, she shivered heavily.

  “It’s cozier inside,” he uttered without much heart in his joke. He kicked up the stand and then stepped off the bike, heading for the entrance to the building. “C’mon.”

  Elina tagged along behind him, stepping lightly on the balls of her feet to avoid too much contact from the cold cement. Alec opened the door and waited for her to enter before walking in himself. He strode across the lobby while unzipping his leather jacket and then punched a button beside a pair of elevator doors.

  She wasn’t sure what to say, or even if anything needed to be said to him. As she stood beside the man in the elevator she eyed him curiously, the post-shock of the incident in her apartment feeling like a dream by now, but still evident in her quivering limbs. Desperately she wanted to do something to stop the awkwardness and the fear, but by the time she had a half-thought of what to ask him, the elevator doors opened to a new hall, and Alec led the way down it to his room door.

  He slipped a key card from his pocket and unlocked it before pushing it open and flipping on the lights. They entered into the suite’s living room and Elina shut the door behind her once they were both in and heard Alec throw his motorcycle key onto the side table. She hesitated before walking in any further.

  “I’m going to be honest with you,” she started, “I can’t even begin to tell you how bad all of this looks for me.”

  “I know you’re scared,” said Alec as he pulled off his jacket and dropped it on the sofa, then continued to walk towards the bedroom, “but your attacker won’t find you here. It’s actually quite a coincidence that you ran into me just after it happened.”

  “That wasn’t what I was referring to,” said Elina as she followed him into the room and watched him remove his shirt and replace it with another at the foot of his mattress. Alec had a swimmer’s build with well-defined muscles and a lean body. Despite the situation, Elina still found herself combing over his figure with her eyes. “I’m in my night clothes, barefoot, in a hotel suite with a complete stranger, and there’s only one bed.”

  “We’re not complete strangers. I told you my name,” said Alec as he searched through a duffle bag.

  “That doesn’t count for much.”

  “That’s all that you need to know right now,” he replied. “Also, I won’t hurt you.”

  His aloof behavior and mysteriously confusing answers only left Elina in more of a state of utter discomfort and fright. He must have noticed, though, as he looked up from his bag at her and hesitated. Once his eyes had moved down her curvaceous body and then back to her face, he straightened and stepped closer to her.

  “Come here,” he breathed, and ushered Elina over to the bed, where he pulled back the covers and turned the lamp on. Elina crawled under the sheets, still shaking.

  “Please,” she begged. “Please explain to me why you can’t just take me to my parents’ place…or tell me about what’s really going on.”

  Alec was quiet for a few seconds as he draped the covers over her shoulders. “Just try to get some sleep.”

  Though she wished to protest, exhaustion overtook her, and her mind drifted away into dreams.

  *****

  2| Hideaway

  Elina awoke feeling groggy and bewildered. She couldn’t remember what she’d dreamt about, though everything from the evening before came back to her, hitting her hard like a hammer. The images of the masked man racing at her with the knife caused her to shudder, and she bit her lip before she could whimper in automatic fear.

  The shifting noises of someone striding across the room perked her ears, and she turned her head slightly to see. It was the man named Alec, dressed in his bike gear with a black handgun in one palm. He dropped down into a chair beside the bed before unlatching the gun and checking his rounds.

  Elina held still, staring at him in fright.

  Alec looked up at her, his expression unchanging. “Thanks to my kindness last night, I’ve just cost myself a place to stay. We gotta get out of here as soon as you get up and get dressed.”

  “Dressed into what?” she asked as she sat up. “I’m in my nightwear. That’s all I have.”

  Alec nodded his head to the foot of the bed where a folded pile of clothing rested. Elina recognized the lacey blue frills along the shoulders of one of her blouses from home. There was a pair of jeans, as well as underthings and some flats. She looked back at Alec in shock.

  “You went into my apartment?” she exclaimed as she clutched at the sheets.

  A
lec moved his eyes back to the gun in his hands. “The door was half open. I actually went back to find your attacker, but he wasn’t there anymore, so I gathered some of your things to bring back.”

  “What else happened while I was asleep?” she wondered.

  Alec hesitated, looking out the window and resting one hand on his knee, setting the gun on the other. “Let’s see, I got in touch with some buddies, formed an escape plan, had a fight, needed to stop by the local hunting shop to pick up a pack of bullets, then came back here by five a.m. to watch the morning news.” He blinked. “I think that covers pretty much everything.”

  She reached and picked up her blouse, unfolding it. “Just who are you?”

  Alec stood from his chair and stowed his gun in the back of his pants, stepping into the bathroom to give her privacy as she changed. “I’d assume you’d already know, Carla Childs.”

  Elina pulled the shirt over her head. “My name isn’t Carla. That’s my sister.”

  Alec glanced back out from the bathroom at her, his brow pulled inward. “Twins?”

  She returned the hard look. “Yes, twins. I’m an online program tester. My sister is a journalist. Is this what this is about? Has my sister gotten into some type of trouble?”

  “Well, yes and no. Yes she was the one targeted, and no because obviously they screwed up and pinpointed you instead.”

  Elina rubbed her face with her hands and sighed. “Great. I’m the victim of an attack threatening my life because my dumb sister can’t keep her nose out of places where it doesn’t belong. What, exactly, did she do to get herself into so much trouble?”

  Alec had pulled his head back into the bathroom, but she heard him turn on the faucet of the sink. “For now, let’s just say she got involved with the wrong crowd. A big payer asked for a big story on a big group, and it didn’t work out in her favor.”