Lonely Souls (Book 10)

All Rights Reserved ©



When he was finally finished beating the seven shades of shit out of my ass, he leaned forward and gently brushed my hair out of my face.

"Do you understand why I did it?" He asked softly.

"Because I endangered your crew." I whispered.

"No," He shook his head, "My crew knows how to ride safely. You endangered yourself."

"Don't see what it matters." I muttered as I stood and tried to pull my pants off so I could walk. There was no way I'd be able to pull them back up. I'd need ice for a fucking week before I could even sit.

"What the fuck did that mean?" He glared at me.

"I've been riding racers for over ten years, Church," I changed the subject, "I know what I'm doing."

He leaned on his knees with his hands to his mouth as he watched me struggle with my pants. Between my sore ass and my sweaty legs, I was having trouble.

"Chloe, I've only known you a few days, but no one can lose you," He said quietly, "Not like that."

"I'm not one of your prospects. You can't treat me this way." I sniffled and bent down to get the pants off of my sweaty legs was.

I knew I was giving Church a full, in the face, view of my bits, but I didn't care, I just wanted my pants off, I wanted to soak in my ugly blue bathtub and be done with today.

"Is that-?" He began, then stopped all together.

I looked at him and followed his gaze to my piercing.

"I like how it feels when I ride." I cleared my throat and straightened up.

"Go shower and get some rest," He ordered as he moved to the door, "That bike doesn't leave your garage again."

"You can't stop me!" I shouted and he turned to me, anger fully taking over his eyes.

"I am the President of this club, I own these roads and you will respect me," He hissed, "Even if they aren't seen, my crew are always in earshot."

"I am not one of them!" I shouted at him, "You can't order my respect!"

"No, Chloe," He glared at me, "You're right, you're not one of them. You are their Princess. You're Grandparents started the fucking laws we live by. I can't order your respect, but you owe it to your grandparents."

After he threw that at me he turned toward the door again.

"That's not fair!" I screamed at him, "You can't throw that in my face and just leave!"

"I have to go." He ground out, not turning to face me.

"Coward!" I screamed.

"That's where you have me all wrong, sweetheart." He huffed and stroked his beard, "There's this fuckin war goin on in my head right now and I'm winning by leaving."


He marched toward me and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back as he loomed over me.

I could feel his leathers through my jacket, onto my bare legs, and couldn't control the arch of my back toward him.

He had just spanked me to oblivion, and I should be ashamed, but no. Not Chloe... Chloe was turned on by the dangerously bruding man.

Something about him sucked me in and made me want so much more.

"Can't you just leave it?!" He growled as his lips brushed mine, "I want you so fucking bad right now and I'm trying to be a good guy here, because neither one of us is ready for you to be my ole lady, but I can promise you, if you piss me off it could happen and I won't be gentle."

When he released me, I almost fell to the floor.

"Stay off the fucking racer, Chloe. I don't want to find your body in a ditch." He gave me one final warning as he swung the door open and the guys started cheering.

Fucking assholes.

A couple months passed and Church came by every day. He would help me fix random things around the house and move heavy things around for me, if he caught me trying to do it myself. He was helpful, polite and always gave me a kiss before he left. We'd even had a couple of "accidental" make out sessions that were always caught by someone.

Ali still came over daily for my cooking lessons and I still sucked, but church always ate it with a smile.

I understood the spanking and it had subdued me for a little time. Although, only enough for me to be terrified every time I took my bike out. Which I waited to do until he left and I always rode in the opposite direction his crew went.

The first couple of weeks, I watched and waited for the bikes to take off and counted their returns. They were always the same days and same times, making it easy for me to plan my escapes.

Normally, when he had clients, Church sent the prospects in to help with tasks and it was nice to have the extra hands around the house.

I felt very safe and protected around the crew. Everyone was friendly and polite, with a fun amount of mischief mixed in. They all came and went as they pleased, without knocking, which is why I was floored when my doorbell rang one afternoon.

"What the fuck?" Blue looked up at me in shock.

We'd been working on my kitchen floor and had finally gotten it leveled. We were about to clear it and start the finishing process, but I guess my music was too loud to hear anyone pull into my driveway.

"I have no idea." I shrugged.

"You should let me get that." He went to walk in front of me.

"I am more than capable of answering my-" I paused, seeing who it was through the door itself.

"Can I help you?" Blue asked when he swung the door open and Noah snorted, giving him a once over.

"Who's this, Chloe?" Noah looked between Jay and I, "You get bodyguard?"

He had his leathers on. What was he doing? Why was he here and where was Arlee?

"Noah?!" I gaped at him as he filled my doorframe.

"You okay, Chloe?" Jay asked.

"Yeah, Blue." I nodded, not taking my eyes off of Noah, "How did you found me?"

"We were worried about you," Gina came up the steps behind Noah, "When you didn't come by on your normal checks, we tried to call you and it went straight to Liv. So, naturally we freaked."

"Chloe?" Blue was trying to get my attention.

"I'm fine," I told him, "Go home, Blue."

"Go?" He gaped at me, "We still have a lot of shit to do in the kitchen and Church-."

"He'll understand." I nodded and he gave a huff and pushed past Noah, bitching about how the kitchen was my last room to be finished.

"What did you guys do?" I gaped between the two.

"We just wanted to make sure you were okay." Noah nodded slowly with a nervous smirk, "Nobody's done anything, it's just not like you to quit on us."

Church couldn't see them. He couldn't see Gina anyway. Once he caught sight of her in her leathers, it'd be over for me.

"C-come in!" I hurried them inside and made sure to take a quick look around before closing the door.

It hadn't escaped me for one second that they were more than likely here for their own reasons, but what reasons were they? What problems did they want me to fix now? I hadn't even talked to Gina since she'd shacked up with Nate.

"Hey!" Noah pulled me into a hug, "Why are you freaking out? You're the one that scared us."

"Does your wife know you're here?" I glared up at him, "You left her with the twins and Haven?"

"She took the kids to her mom's." He gave a nod. There was something he wasn't telling me. She wouldn't have left him unless it was bad. Really bad.

"Why would she do that, Noah?" I sighed.

"To visit." He shrugged.

"And you?" I turned to Gina and glared. I obviously wasn't going to get Noah to talk right away, "What the hell do you want from me?"

"Geeze, Chloe." She scoffed, "We used to be close. Nate and I split and I needed my friend."

"Oh, I'm sorry, that fucking ship sailed." I didn't want to bring up my past with Gina in front of Noah and I wasn't going to.

What had happened between Gina and I was a year ago, and I was over it, but if her and Nate were on a break, I was definitely fucked. Anything that I had going on with Church was done as soon as she caught his eye.

It was all I could think about. It was playing on repeat in my head that as soon as Church saw Gina, whatever was happening between us would be over.

I wanted to ride. I wanted to speed and get away from them, get away from everything. Both of them, from my kitchen, from Church when he met Gina, but they were here in my living room and Church was next door working.

"My bike is in the garage..." I accidentally said aloud.

"Good spot for it in this dump." Noah scoffed.

"Why are you on a bike again, after your accident?" I gaped at him.

"I needed to destress." He scoffed.

Their racers were nowhere near as good as Dorothy. It was the one thing I could always beat them at and I needed to be free from them in the worst way.

Gina being here meant that my days of no longer being in her tall, blonde shadow were over.

Noah being here meant that he did something to Arlee again, but the second that Church saw Gina on her bike and in her leathers he wouldn't think twice about me and that killed me more than my history with her did.

It meant no more spankings for high speeds, no more sneaking out when he left and no more punishments, but it also meant no more stolen kisses when Ali wasn't looking, no thank you's for the obviously horrible dinners, no more accidental make outs and no more smiles shared between us.

"I-uhm... Was going for a ride." I told them.

"Now?!" Gina gaped at me, "We just got here."

"I was about to leave," I cleared my throat and moved to my stairs, "I was just telling Blue that I was gonna go gear up."

"Okay," Noah watched me curiously, "We'll wait here."
Continue Reading Next Chapter

About Us

Inkitt is the world’s first reader-powered publisher, providing a platform to discover hidden talents and turn them into globally successful authors. Write captivating stories, read enchanting novels, and we’ll publish the books our readers love most on our sister app, GALATEA and other formats.