Khan Part I (Midnight Syn MC Book 1) Read online

  He looks down at his hands and mutters, “So, it doesn’t look good.”

  “I’m sorry.” I shake my head, “believe me I wish that there was more that I could do.” if there was I may hate my jobless.

  “Thank you,” he looks genuinely disappointed for a second, and then his face turns almost playful, “Billie,” he’s tempting me to correct him again as he gets up and strides towards the door pausing at my bookcase, and looks back at me picking up the book which sits out of place on the shelf, “You mind if I borrow this?”

  The question takes me off guard and I mutter, “Ye-yeah, sure.”

  “Thanks,” I hear the words as he walks out of my office. Sighing, I sign my name to the folder and put it in the yes pile. Hopefully, for once this school will give a kid a chance without digging her entire family through the mud.

  I glance at the countdown on my computer’s home screen… 14 days… thank god… I don’t know how much longer I can go without sex. I can’t help but think about Daxton Wessex and how much he set me on edge. I spin around in my chair facing the window now and close my eyes, feeling the sun on my face, but it doesn’t make the prickling all over my body go away.

  ❖

  10 days left…

  "CRAP,” I hit my steering wheel, “no, no, no, no.” I continue to hit the wheel as I watch the smoke rise from my hood. Popping the hood, I get out from the driver's side of my 2010 Camry. As I open the hood more smoke begins to pour out of the car “WHY?” I scream, dramatically, as I kick the bumper of the car. I hear a rumble of what I can only assume is a motorcycle in the distance and then the rumbling is gone. I spin around, leaning against the car, fishing my phone out of my back pocket, and look at the screen. I swipe on the screen until I get to my roadside assistance and press the send.

  “Billie?” I hear the voice, and before I look over I see those blue eyes I can already feel on me. When I finally gain the courage to glance over I see him and I have to force my mouth to stay closed. When his black leather vest, which is covered with patches, everything makes much more sense.

  …The article about which tampon is best for your vagina is mentally stimulating for you?

  Four days later as I ride to the shop from my “meeting” I see legs, holy shit legs, that trail up to the most perfect ass that I have ever laid eyes on. The legs are standing on the side of the road, bent over, in front of her car, hood up, black smoke coming from her engine… that’s not good. I slow my bike down and kick the stand down pushing myself off of the seat. I need to help whomever these legs are… it’s not until I see her spin around and lean against the front of the car that I can’t help but release a laugh. I should have recognized those legs, but with her shorts that she is wearing I can now see much more of them. So. much. more. of them. They may even be able to show a small amount of her ass. And I can feel my dick slightly press against my zipper because all I can think about is that mouth attached to those legs and the way that it stood up to me, putting me in my place and… I’m in trouble.

  When Billie stood up to me for a second there was nothing I wanted to do more than to pull her across her desk and fuck her, especially since her top happened to open as she leaned over the desk, and due to our height differences I got a little bit of an eye-full of her lacy bra covered tits, of course, I couldn’t look down to fully appreciate them, but the image of them have played in my head a couple of times while I was fucking the girls from the club.

  That was hot, I’m not sure I have ever had a woman stand up to me and refuse to back down. It’s why I borrowed the book because that fucking woman is something special and now I haven’t been able to get her out of my head. I’ve already read it before, a couple dozen times at that, but if I borrow it, then I have a reason to see her again. It’s the same way that a girl accidentally leaves her ID or her purse. I only didn’t think that it would be this soon before I saw her and apparently I didn’t have to set up a reason to see her again.

  “Billie?” I call out to her, my dick hoping that she will put me in my place about using a name that she has already told me not to, but what I don’t see at first is that she is on her phone as her eyes widen before she even looks to me. I try to let the fact that I cause this sort of reaction out of her go at least for now. “Tow truck?” I ask her and she nods her head. “How long is it going to be?” I ask her because I know as I look at the smoke rises due to the color and the rate at which it is releasing that there are a few things that could be wrong and all of them are not good.

  She sighs defeated, looks over at me, and as dramatically as she can say, “Three hours,” her head falling backward so she’s staring up to the sky. I pull out my phone and make a couple of texts, then return it to my pocket.

  “Cancel it,” I tell her as she looks at me shocked. I reach over, grabbing her phone away from her ear, and say, “Hello, yes, could you cancel that tow truck?” The woman on the phone is as confused as Billie is in front of me and then I hang up.

  “Mr. Wessex, What are you doing? I need someone to tow my car.” She’s fucking pissed now.

  “It’s fine. And call me Dax.”

  “How is it fine? It just crapped out on me… and I have things that I need to do.” She’s flustered, stomping her flip-flop-covered foot, which may be the most adorable thing that I have ever seen. I try not to smile at her.

  “Billie,” I say trying to calm her down or trying to take her mind off of this. “I called someone they will be on their way shortly to come and get it.” Her eyes widen as she looks over at me and calms down nearly immediately.

  “Oh,” her voice is a whisper.

  “I’ll give you a ride to the shop.” I can tell that she wants to protest. So, I reach over and put my hand against the small of her back in an attempt to lead her over to my bike. For some reason, with this move, women tend to just go with whatever is happening.

  “On that?” She asks, pointing to my bike, and I nod my head. She shakes her head again and says, “I can just wait for the truck.” And as much as I don’t want to, I laugh.

  “Come on, it’s not far. And you don’t want to just stand out here for the next 30 minutes until they get here. It’s hot, but I guess on the positive side you could make some extra money.” I joke with her and her jaw falls open.

  “Did you just say I look like a hooker?” She says the words between small giggles.

  A grin forms on my mouth that feels unusual, one that I haven’t felt in some time as I playfully shrug my shoulders, “Those words never came out of my mouth,” and then I tease her as I let my voice drop leaning into her ear to say, “you know you want too.” The shiver that is barely noticeable makes me feel like I have won.

  “I’m married.” The words blurt out of her mouth and I’m not sure if that should excite me or disappoint me. Because she only shouted it out because she can feel the tension as much as I can, but she shouted it out to make sure that I know that she is married. Although, from what I have learned in my life being married is not a deal-breaker. I can’t help but chuckle and she’s covering her face while attempting to figuratively back-pedal, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to assume that you wer—“ I stop her but I’m still chuckling, pulling her hands from concealing her face.

  “It’s fine, trying to get you on the back of my bike isn’t me propositioning you.” Well, not completely, “I’m just trying to help someone out who is obviously having a difficult day.” It’s only a small white lie. “Just because you will have to be wrapped around me on it doesn’t mean you have to be wrapped around me off of it.”

  “Hrmp,” she makes a strange noise falling over her words, and stares off eyes wide, before she takes a deep breath and looks at me again, “um okay… I guess.” I feel like I’ve won this battle. But she pauses and I glance over to her. “You know, even with you helping me I can’t do anything more for Ella’s case.”

  I nod my head as I state, “I figured,” I pick up the helmet off of my seat and place it o
nto her head clasping it underneath her chin and tightening the strap. I bring my leg over the bike and reach for her hand. She clasps it and nervously kicks her leg over the bike and slides behind me… kind of… she has kept so much distance between us that she is barely even sitting on the seat. She is more like sitting on the fender over the back wheel. On second thought, maybe I shouldn’t have made the joke about her being wrapped around me.

  “You ever been on a bike?” I ask her and she thinks for a second and bites the inside of her mouth.

  “A couple of times, but that was a really long time ago.”

  “You see this.” I point to the exhaust pipes on the side, she nods her head. “Do not let those pretty legs touch it.” She cocks her head to the side and I smirk, “it gets very hot and you’re not exactly dressed to be on the back of the bike, but we aren’t far so should be okay.”

  “Should be…” She mutters causing me to laugh.

  “Nothing in this life is guaranteed,” I say and crank the bike up.

  “Dax, where’s your helmet?” She asks before I slowly start walking the bike forward a bit. Looking over my shoulder partly to make sure that traffic isn’t coming, but mostly to look at her.

  “On, your head, Billie. You are way more important to society than I am.” I can see her smile in my mirror. “Okay,” I reach behind me and grasp her legs pulling them closer to me; feeling her pressed against my back now. “Hold on tight, Billie. I don’t want you to fall off.” I then feel her reserved arms wrap around me.

  “Is this okay?” She asks me and I chuckle.

  “That’s perfect.”

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  I feel so weird having my arms wrapped around Dax. I can feel the hardened muscles that are underneath the jacket, as he drives down the road. I can’t help but look at the patch which takes up the entire back of his jacket. There’s a large skull with what looks like a sight marker cross on its forehead. Above the logo, the top rocker reads Midnight Syndicate, and underneath the bottom rocker says, Sonston End. The vibration of the bike from underneath me is strange and I look around as we begin to slow, pulling up into a parking lot but I don’t see a garage.

  “Dax, why are we stopping?” I ask him as his heel kicks down the stand and he lets the bike rest on it.

  “I was out running errands, and I need to finish them before I head back to the shop.” He tells me and for a second I feel bad about keeping him from what he was needing to do. “Come on.” He stands up holding out his hand for me to use, I take it, and then carefully get off of the bike. He then lifts his own leg over the bike. He doesn’t start to walk until I do keeping one step behind me until we reach the door, then using his long arms, he reaches around me to open the door. As we cross the threshold of the store all I can hear from behind the register is, “KHAN! It’s been forever since I’ve seen you.” He nods to them without smiling or letting his face change at all.

  “Dax, I really need to get my car.” I pout at him causing him to smirk and shake his head I’m sure at my actions. I watch him as he walks down the aisle of the auto store and I can’t seem to see much emotion on his face. Unlike a few minutes ago when he made the joke about me looking like a hooker, where his playful smile took up his entire face.

  “Billie, they have to go get it, then get it back to the shop, and look at it. We have plenty of time. It’s going to take a little bit. If you need me too I can take you anywhere you need to go.” I can’t help but look down and bite the inside of my mouth nodding my head. He definitely would not want to go with me on my errand.

  “Khan,” the same guy comes up to him and they do one of those weird man handshakes and I take the time during their conversation to look over the patches on his vest and notice a patch that says V. President. I can almost hear the news anchor from the night before, who was talking about the arrest of Osbourne “Oz” Davis, who was the president of the Midnight Syndicate Motorcycle Club. The one that really makes me question him is the small patch that reads 1%. I know what the 1%er stands for, meaning that they are a part of the 1% that is a part of some sort of criminal activity. The name that the clerk called him Khan makes me think and I’m pretty sure that I have heard mummers of someone named Khan within the club, but can’t seem to place them.

  “Billie,” he says to me and I look over pulling me out of my thoughts.

  “Khan?” I ask him and I swear for a second I see him become uneasy.

  “It’s a long story.” He mutters not really looking at me this time.

  “Well, apparently we have time.” He shakes his head as if he isn’t going into that. “Oh-kay.”

  I drag the word out and look at him again “VP?” He shrugs his shoulders. “You look a little young to be a VP.” And he laughs.

  “That’s the first thing I thought about you. How you got your position when you are so young?”

  How dare he… “Are you insinuating…”

  He cuts me off, putting his hands up, and says, “Oh, no… I was just saying you’re what 26 and already principal, that’s impressive.” I can’t help but smile.

  “I’m 31.”

  “Oh yea?” he raises his eyebrow and looks surprised. “And look at me thinking you were almost too young for me,” He looks to me for a few more moments, as I can feel the heat radiating through me before he abruptly turns to walk down the aisle shifting the mood of our conversation slightly. I follow behind him before I nearly barrel into his chest when he spins around abruptly, “Where was your husband that he couldn’t come to get you today?” Do I detect a small sense of jealousy?

  “Um, he’s…” I pause, not sure if I should tell him where he is or not. I see the 1% patch and now am curious about what type of crimes he is involved in.

  He follows my gaze to his 1%er patch and I’m sure connects the dots to my thoughts in his head.

  “So, he’s out of town… where is he at?” I shrug my shoulders. “What do you mean you don’t know?”

  “He’s somewhere in the pacific right now.” He nods his head understanding now.

  “Navy?” He asks

  “Yeah, how’d you know?” I ask him as he reaches over and picks up some of those weird blue paper towel things. I’m not really sure what the difference between the blue ones that I have only seen at the auto stores and any other ones.

  “Dad was a Marine.”

  I’m sure I look shocked for a second and before I can stop myself I blurt out, “What does he think about all… ” I pause before I pick up my hands and wave them in front of him, “This?” He actually smiles causing his entire face to soften.

  “Wouldn’t know, he died when I was 15.” I suddenly feel like an asshole and maybe he can sense it, he leans into me and whispers, “It’s not your fault.” Then letting his voice return to a normal volume, “He was a fighter pilot,” his thought trails for a second and he looks like he’s thinking about something, he sudden shakes his head slightly and continues, “anyway the bird went down never found the body…” he trails for another second, “Best thing that ever happened.”

  “What?” I ask as my voice kicks up an octave.

  “He was a real dick. Had a drinking problem, especially the few years leading up to his death. Still convinced that he was drunk when the bird went down.”

  “What about your mom?” I can’t help but ask.

  “She died when I was 10.” How does my heartbreak for this man who most likely has some sort of record and is as tough as they come? And I think I understand that his dad drank about his mother dying. “Again, not your fault don’t feel sorry for me.” His last words are almost a plea. I understand this request wishing that I could have asked many people the same things. He turns suddenly and starts to walk up to the register.

  “What did you do after that?”

  “My uncle took me in. Never around… blew all the life insurance money that I got from my dad’s death. I found the MC later that year.” I nod my head understanding why someone in that sort of situation would want so
mething like the MC. Orphaned, shit for a guardian, he was looking for a family. It also makes sense to me why he’s so determined the get Ella into the school, having being orphaned himself, he needs to make sure that she has a decent guardian.

  “How long has the husband been gone?” He asks and I actually smile

  “6 months, he comes home in a little over a week.”

  As the guy, whom he was so friendly with earlier, rings up his items as Dax starts to speak again, “how long have you been married?”

  “Ten years.” His eyes widen, completely turning to the side and looking at me. I can see the kid who is ringing up the items, his eyes widen as well and they are both looking at me.

  “No shit, seriously?” His statement is a serious shock. I nod my head and then he continues, “Better than me, I think I only made it 3 years… and that’s included the year that we were separated.”

  “Sorry,” I don’t know what else to say in this situation and he shrugs his shoulders. “What happened?” I ask him before I can stop the words from coming out of my mouth.

  “Shit just happens.” He pauses and contemplates saying more. “It didn’t work out. I moved on. So did she. Haven’t seen her since.” He hands the kid behind the counter a handful of bills and doesn’t wait for his change, saying, “Thanks, Chris.” As he grabs the bags off of the counter I try to reach for one. “Stop it.” His words sound more like a growl than words. Turning around he nods towards the door.

  “Kids?” I ask him

  “Nah, we were just kids… probably got divorced about the same time you got married. She left town and we’ve never spoken again.” Strangely, he doesn’t speak a bad word about his ex-wife. Most men would instantly trash-talk an ex especially an ex-wife, “But learned my lesson on that shit.” He says the last statement and reaches for the door. I jump ahead of him and instead open it for him. He stops and just stares at me. We stand in the strangest standoff, him standing about a foot back from the exit as I hold the door open for him waiting for him to walk through. When a man walks through the door without saying a word to me or acknowledging that I’m holding it open, I watch as Dax’s eyes follow him, and then he rolls his eyes and walks through the door.