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  RIDE OR DIE

  Black Thorns MC, #5

  Franca Storm

  Contents

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  BLACK THORNS MC

  1. ~Smiter~

  2. ~Halle~

  3. ~Smiter~

  4. ~Smiter~

  5. ~Halle~

  6. ~Rox~

  7. ~Ax~

  8. ~Sarah~

  9. ~Runner~

  10. ~Rox~

  11. ~Ax~

  12. ~Smiter~

  13. ~Halle~

  14. ~Runner~

  15. ~Rox~

  16. ~Smiter~

  17. ~Ax~

  18. ~Sarah~

  19. ~Halle~

  20. ~Ax~

  21. ~Halle~

  22. ~Runner~

  Epilogue 1

  Epilogue 2

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  Franca Storm Universes Unite

  My MC universes have united!

  It began in SHIELD (Iron Kings MC, #5) with references to Ax/Black Thorns and a cameo from a Steel Titans character. It continues in RIDE OR DIE with a meet between Ax and Spartan, and will continue on through from there. There will be a full crossover book between Iron Kings and Black Thorns too!

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  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  BLACK THORNS MC

  LOYALTY

  HONOR

  BROTHERHOOD

  Ride Or Die Blurb

  They tried to shake us, tried to break us.

  They’ll never get another chance.

  It’s a new day for Black Thorns.

  It’s time for us to rise.

  Ax

  Heavy is the head.

  I thought we could have peace.

  But the club’s legacy won’t let it be.

  We’ll always be at war.

  We’ll always be on guard.

  We’ll always need to protect what’s ours.

  No matter what it takes, I’ll lead them through.

  Sometimes a better life can only be built on the ashes of the past.

  Smiter

  The enemy got too close.

  That brutal day is haunting me.

  I can’t let it go.

  I should’ve been better, faster, stronger. Too much darkness and pain is wearing me down.

  Maybe the only way out is through.

  Runner

  We’re all on edge.

  Big changes are coming.

  Thorns will never be the same.

  But I won’t lose any of my brothers along the way.

  We’re stronger than that.

  We’re family.

  We’re ride or die.

  1

  ~Smiter~

  HELL, YEAH.

  Ain’t nothing better than my woman spread open and begging me for it.

  “Smiter!” she cries, writhing naked on the sheets.

  Yeah, that’s the stuff.

  I walk around the bed real slow, taking her in.

  Every. Fucking. Inch.

  Her arms are stretched over her head, her hands gripping the bars of the headboard in a white-knuckle grip. The position has her big tits popping, her cherry-tipped nipples hard and straining toward the ceiling. She’s got her thighs spread open wide like I ordered, her pussy wet and glistening in the dim light of the bedroom. I ain’t touched her yet so it’s from the anticipation alone. She keeps bucking her hips, calling out to me, wanting me bad.

  I climb onto the bed and kneel by her head, stroking my cock at her. “This what you want, sweetheart?”

  “Yes. Please.”

  “Good girl.” Lining my cock up with her mouth, I fist my free hand in her hair, jerking her head forward. “Swallow me.”

  She grins, then opens wide.

  I thrust in deep, as deep as I know I can go without her choking.

  Her lips close around me tight, making me hiss with the sudden pressure.

  I fuck her mouth, watching her body tremble with need, straining to hold position with her legs spread wide, her hands gripping the headboard, while she’s so turned on from working me over.

  And, Jesus, does she know how to work it. Her grip is out of this world, for one. And she’s got this way of bringing her tongue into play that drives me wild.

  In just a couple of minutes, she’s already got me on the verge of shooting my load down her throat.

  I release her hair and pull out of her mouth quick. “Damn, woman.”

  She licks her lips at me, a devilish glint in her eye. Yeah, she knows what a close call that was.

  Halle works me over like nobody and nothing I’ve ever known before. The woman knows how to play my body well, just as much as I do hers. It’s a given that I can never get enough of her. But, lately, that’s all been on overdrive.

  “On your knees,” I order, giving her pussy a stinging slap to snap her out of her sex daze.

  She gasps and does as I say.

  I shift onto my back, then grasp her hips and drag her on top of me.

  “Hold onto the headboard. Tight,” I tell her, as I position her pussy over my face.

  The second she takes the headboard in a white-knuckle grip, I lick the length of her.

  She shrieks and bucks.

  I hold firm to her tight little ass to keep her steady as I tease her with my tongue for a while, drawing light trails of wet heat up and down her pussy lips. She whimpers as I keep shy of where she wants it the most, her needy clit craving my attention.

  “Smiter, please!” she cries out, desperately.

  Yeah, I like that.

  But she can do better.

  I tease her some more, circling just shy of her clit. Then I flick it with my tongue, but pull away quick.

  “God! More. Please, baby!”

  I smile to myself. That’s more like it.

  Pulling her tighter to me, I thrust my tongue into her sweet pussy, fucking her hard and fast.

  She shrieks in pleasure, her thighs shuddering wildly, barely able to contain herself.

  When she’s right on the edge, I give her what she needs to go over it, flicking her clit wildly.

  “Yes! God, baby! Shit!”

  I let up with my hold on her ass and she takes the cue, going wild, grinding her pussy against my mouth.

  She loses herself to it, all sense of reason evaporating, leaving only need in its wake.

  Chasing pleasure.

  Craving even more.


  Building desperation to get off in a major way.

  She picks up speed and intensity, basically fucking my face like a woman possessed.

  Goddamn.

  The wildness of it spurs me on.

  Something snaps in me.

  And then I’m snarling and eating her out like a relentless, unhinged man.

  I toy with her mercilessly, losing myself to the taste of her, the cock-teasing moans and shrieks like a hot-as-hell soundtrack driving me to the edge.

  Tongue swirling, flicking, thrusting.

  Teeth grazing, nipping, teasing.

  Then I suck her clit into my mouth, exerting enough pressure to cause a spike of pain.

  That added element is one step too far for her. It pushes her over the edge and her whole body goes rigid for a second, before screams of ecstasy tear from her throat.

  But I ain’t done with her yet.

  Still need my fill of her.

  I slap my hands to her hips and pull her away from the headboard.

  Dragging her down to the middle of the bed, I straddle her.

  In the next beat, I’m snatching a condom off the bedside table.

  Halle’s sex-glazed eyes gaze up at me, excitement sparkling as she watches me roll it on.

  The second it’s done, I grab her ankles and rest her legs on my shoulders.

  I can’t wait a second longer.

  Playtime is over.

  I thrust inside her, driving balls deep in one powerful motion.

  Her eyes roll back in her head and she chokes out my name.

  Damn, she’s beautiful.

  Nah, more than that, she’s a masterpiece.

  Her skin glistening from the sweat of a good fucking. Her big, perky tits bouncing with my every thrust. Her blue eyes glazed with pleasure. Her flowing blonde hair all mussed and sexy. And those sweet sounds of pleasure she makes as I play her body just how she needs it.

  She’s a hell of a vision.

  It’s so easy to get lost in her. And when I do, I never wanna pull back from it.

  Just like right now.

  I pick up my pace, fucking her hard and fast like a madman.

  Ain’t long before I feel her squeezing the hell out of my cock.

  Another orgasm tears through her, making her whole body shudder like crazy, her shrill screams filling the bedroom.

  I’m real close too.

  I could get off right now.

  But I ain’t ready yet.

  I gotta have more.

  Gotta stay connected to her, the closest I can damn well get to her physically.

  Don’t wanna let go of it.

  “Smiter, God!” she chokes out, as I keep slamming into her with no sign of stopping.

  She comes hard again.

  But I still don’t let up.

  Her eyes widen, obviously realizing that I’m losing it again.

  Before she can shatter it all by saying something, I ease her legs down and gather her to me, my cock never leaving her for a second.

  I maneuver her onto my lap and hold her as close as possible. Nuzzling her shoulder, I breathe her in as I slow my pace and fuck her hard and deep.

  Her hands come up around my back and she has me hissing in the next moment as her nails scrape my skin. I grit my teeth, because I know what she’s doing all too well.

  Another go of it and it works, shattering my control, pleasure taking me over.

  A growl escapes me as I come hard, pumping into her with spurt after violent spurt.

  “Damn,” I grunt, pulling back a bit to take her in.

  “Baby,” she croons, reaching out and stroking my cheek in that sweet, loving way of hers. “It’s all okay. I’m here with you. I always will be. I’m not going anywhere.”

  “I know,” I grunt. It comes out harsher than I mean to put out there and she flinches.

  But I don’t wanna get into this right now. Not again. Not ever.

  I pull away.

  Climbing off the bed, I point to the condom and tell her, “Gotta sort this.”

  I’ve barely made it two steps toward the bathroom when she calls out, “Smiter, I’m worried about you.”

  I don’t stop walking.

  I can’t.

  Ain’t something I can be talking about.

  Going there ain’t a good call.

  “Smiter!”

  I clench my fists in an effort to hold it all down, even though she’s pushing me to let it out.

  I won’t.

  Doing that will give it all power.

  No.

  No way am I gonna let that happen.

  “Ain’t nothing to worry about,” I call over my shoulder.

  Then I stride into the bathroom and lock the door behind me, shutting her out, shutting it out.

  Close call.

  Way too close.

  2

  ~Halle~

  BREATHTAKING.

  Months in and this place still amazes me.

  There are lush-green mountains surrounding the rustic little cottage and stretching for miles in the distance. A beautiful forest boasts a babbling brook in the valley with cute little steppingstones. The rustic old cottage itself that we’ve been staying at blends in so well with the natural environment.

  Beautiful.

  Epic.

  Serene.

  This little cottage on the outskirts of the small town of Faunton is a far cry from Brockford, the city I’ve spent most of my life in.

  It’s just what I need, what we both need.

  It’s the first time either of us has actually taken a vacation from our jobs in years. Me with my strip club, Temptress, and Smiter with the Black Thorns Motorcycle Club.

  I can’t believe that he kept this under wraps for the entire time that we’ve known one another. Apparently, even the club wasn’t aware he owned this property until recently. When Ax authorized his leave, he had to disclose it. The big, bad president wouldn’t allow his members to take off without knowing exactly where they were. Although Smiter hasn’t said it outright, it seems that he bought it as a safehouse for himself. Was it a while ago, when that awful former president, Trigger was in control and things were so unstable? That would make sense that Smiter would have put a backup plan in place to protect himself if things had really gone south back then. The way I gather it, they actually would have if Ax hadn’t stepped up and taken on the leadership role, holding the club together by sheer force of will. But if it’s a recent purchase, then it’s more than a little concerning, because it likely means when he asked Ax for leave to come here, he planned to cut and run from the club altogether and not just for a bit of a break and vacation.

  The club is so much a part of him, the very essence of his being actually. It was for so much of his life. I just can’t imagine him being without it and losing that close-knit brotherhood.

  It’s an extreme reaction. I know he’s disillusioned with the club right now. He’s disillusioned with himself. Black Thorns was attacked right on home territory, the enemy even managing to reach the clubhouse. It was on Smiter’s watch so he blames himself. He’s the only one who holds that belief, but he just can’t seem to let it go or to even try to move beyond it.

  It’s haunting him.

  With a sigh, I sink back into the porch swing and sip from my coffee mug as I continue to take in the beautiful view, allowing the serenity of it to wash over me and drive away my anxious thoughts.

  A few moments later, the familiar rumble of a motorcycle cuts into my reverie and I look out to see Smiter pulling into the driveway. He gives me a wave as he pulls his helmet off and hangs it over one of his handlebars.

  I watch him as he dismounts and makes his way over to me. God, he’s a sexy beast of a man. Built like a tank, all hard muscle chiseled to perfection, he’s a total powerhouse. And he knows how to wield that power well, in so many mind-blowing ways. It’s so strange seeing him dressed down. Well, he’s always dressed casually. I mean, out of uniform. No leather cut. No ch
ains dangling from his belt with so many keys hanging off it for various buildings and businesses related to the club. And most noticeable of all, no gun. I run my gaze over his navy jeans, his muscular legs filling them out in the most delicious way. He’s wearing a cozy gray sweater that pulls tight across his broad chest with a brown suede jacket over the top. I can’t help grinning at the woolly beanie covering his shaved head.

  “What’s so funny?” he asks, heading up the porch steps and taking them two at a time with those long, effortless strides of his.

  I uncurl my legs from beneath me and sit forward as he reaches me. “Nothing. You just look so cute in your cold weather get-up.”

  He screws up his face. “Cute?”

  I reach out and fist my hand in his sweater, tugging him down to me. “Yeah, crazy cute, baby.”

  His mesmerizing gray eyes sparkle with humor and he plants a soft kiss on my forehead. “You’re one to be talking about all that, sweetheart,” he says, gesturing the length of me.

  I look down at myself.

  He’s used to me being dressed to kill in sexy outfits that show off my figure and blend in well with Temptress and my life in the city. For the last little while, it’s been all about relaxing and being comfortable. My black lounge pants, strappy tank and the shawl wrapped around my shoulders are a big departure from that. Not to mention, the Ugg boots keeping my feet cozy, instead of my go-to stilettos, or what Smiter calls fuck-me heels that torture my feet instead.