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A to Z: Z is for Zenith

Last time, we left Cassie and Icarus taking Henry down. And the state police showing up. Now, to what happens next for them.


Cassie held on to Grady as he rounded another curve on his bike. They’d been back at the clubhouse for nearly a week now. She could hardly believe he’d let go of her at all in that time. They hadn’t discussed much of what had happened. Or what was going to happen next. They’d just held onto each other as much as they could.

The police had only held him for a few hours, until they could sort out everthing that had happened. Cassie was sure her statement had gone a long way to getting Grady released as soon as he was. And the reason Henry was still sitting in a cell, despite his connection to the sheriff. Hopefully he would not be getting out for a long while. If ever again.

Jake and Daniel were sitting in another cell as accomplices. She hoped they wouldn’t be getting out, either. But, when they did, they wouldn’t have jobs in the sheriff’s department any longer. She could at least be thankful for that. Whether the sheriff had known what they were doing or not, he couldn’t very well back them and come out looking very good.

She wrapped her arms a little tighter around Icarus. “You okay back there?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Very okay,” she told him.

She caught the edge of his grin before he looked back toward the road. She hung on to him as they took the final turn to the lookout point they’d gone to almost twenty years ago. She had some rather fond memories of the place.

Grady stopped the bike and she slid off from behind him. By the time she’d removed her helmet, he was off the bike and pulling a blanket and small basket of food out of one of the saddlebags. The cook from the clubhouse had put together some sandwiches and things for them. She grabbed the two bottles of water they’d brought along and joined him where he’d laid out the blanket.

When they finished eating, Cassie leaned back against him, covering the hand he had resting on her stomach. “I was going to quit,” he said.

“What?” She tried to turn toward him, but he held her in place.

“I was going to quit the club. Take you, Birdie and Trace if they wanted, and go find somewhere we could all find peace. Would you want me to do that?”

She couldn’t believe he was asking her that. “Why would you do that? That club is so much of who you are. And I’ve seen the good you do for people. Why would you just give that up?”

“That doesn’t mean anything if I constantly have to worry about who’s going to come after you. You’re what matters to me, Cassie.”

“And you matter to me. I love you, Grady. Whether you’re here with the club or we go somewhere else and you find another way to help people. That’s what you’ve always wanted to do, though. Even before. You can’t give up doing that.”

He hugged her a little tighter to him. “I guess we’ll stay then. All I want right now is to spend the rest of my life with you. That sound good?”

Warmth flooded through her, and she couldn’t tone down her smile. “That sounds perfect to me.”

He turned her toward him and took her mouth in a long kiss before laying her down on the blanket. Later, after watching the sun set, she climbed back on the bike behind him, and they headed back for the clubhouse. To their home. She knew this wasn’t the end. But, she was glad to have every moment she could with him. She wasn’t going to take another one for granted.


And that’s it! I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I enjoyed taking you on it. There’s more in store for these characters. I should be starting to put Devil’s story(Dance with the Devil) up on Wattpad soon(you can read the first 2 stories there as well) and am just starting to write Hawk’s. I’m not sure whose will come after that.

A to Z: Y is for Your Love

Last time, we left Icarus ready to go and rescue Cassie. And Chief reminding him of priorities. Today we’re back with Cassie. Will she be able to get away? Read on! We’re almost done.


Cassie opened her eyes to light streaming through the window Wraith had climbed through the night before. There was no one there now, though, she could feel someone watching from the doorway. Henry, she realized turning her head slightly. Her mouth was dry, and her stomach ached. They hadn’t given her anything to eat or drink since they’d grabbed her. And now her heart sank, knowing Grady still wasn’t here for her.

He was coming. He had to be.

Henry sauntered into the room, and she tried to force her body up into a sitting position. She got herself somewhat braced against the wall, but that was about the best she could do without the use of her hands. “You ready to start begging for that forgiveness yet, Cassandra?”

“I don’t need your forgiveness, Henry. You should be the one asking for it. You took advantage of a scared young girl who found herself pregnant and no way to get in touch with the father. And you held it against me every day. My trust in you, what I thought might be love. You used it to hurt me. And to hurt my son. No, I won’t ever ask you for forgiveness, Henry. And I’ll never give you mine.”

He was in front of her in two strides. His hand shot out and her head bounced off the wall from the slap. “Do not ever speak to me like that again, Cassandra. I beat it out of you once. I’ll do it again. Don’t doubt it.”

“Oh, I never have,” she said, wiping the blood from her mouth on the shoulder of her shirt.

He turned and started to leave the room. But, Cassie heard the roar of engines down the street and propped herself up on her elbows. That had to be Icarus. If it wasn’t, she didn’t know what she’d do. Henry had apparently heard it too. He sent a glare over his shoulder at her. “I’ll take care of that. Once he’s gone, you won’t have any other option but to apologize and accept what I offer you.”

“Never,” she spit at him.

“You’ll see,” he said and started out of the room.

No, she wouldn’t. She knew taking care of it didn’t mean sending Grady on his way. He would never go without her. Not again. Which meant Henry likely planned to kill him or smehow have him arrested. No. She couldn’t let that happen.

Cassie rolled onto her side and twisted her wrist around. She could feel it slicked with blood. The ties had already dug into her skin. And she felt it catch. She couldn’t just give up, though. Grady wouldn’t give up on her. Cassie bit her lip as pain seared through her hands, but then one of them was sliding out. She let the ring fall away from her wrist and and pushed herself up on the mattress.

There wasn’t anything but the mattress in the room. Certainly nothing she could use as a weapon to help Icarus. She’d need to find something once she got out there. Henry had left the door unlocked, apparently thinking there was no way she could get free. She stepped out into the hallway, keeping an eye out for anything she could use. She found a heavy canister near the other end of the hallway. She almost dropped it but managed to hold on as she creeped forward.

“Let her go, Kearns.”

“Grady,” she murmured. That was his voice out on the front steps. He had come for her.

Henry just laughed. “You can’t actually think I’ll let you get your filthy hands on her again. She’s mine now, Hartson. You lost. Get used to it.”

“I haven’t lost anything. You will let her go. We have the state police waiting just down the road. If she doesn’t leave with us, it only takes one call, and they’ll be here to take you in on abduction charges and anything else they can find. I imagine they’re already at your house searching it for the drugs Trace told them about.”

Henry didn’t sound nervous when he laughed again. “Like I’m actually going to believe the state police are going to help a gang of outlaws like you.”

“You should. First we aren’t a gang or outlaws. And Eric Parnell still hs contacts in law enforcement. They believe what he tells them. And they’ll believe Cassie when she tells them you’ve held her against her will. Let her go now, and this won’t go so bad for you.”

“He’s right,” Cassie said, stepping forward. “I’ll tell them exactly what you’ve done to me and to Trace, Henry. I imagine you’d be lucky to make it out of prison. Especially if they knew what you’d done to a boy you raised as your son. Add in that you’re a cop, and I doubt you’d have any friends in prison. ”

Grady’s gaze snapped up to hers, and she could see the relief shine in his eyes. Henry jerked around to face her, his mouth falling open. “What are you doing? Put that damn thing down.”

“I will. If you let me go with him now.”

He laughed, and for the first ime it sounded a bit unhinged. “You can’t actually believe that will happen. I’ll never let you go again.”

The canister trembled in her hand but she raised it up. “I won’t stay. No matter what it takes, I will find a way to get away from you.”

“Get away from her, Kearns,” Grady yelled from just outside the door.

He didn’t though. Cassie swung the canister at him, knocking into his arm just as a shot sounded. She could barely hear Grady’s shout over the deafening echo. But, then he was at her side, holding onto her while still aiming his gun at Henry. Henry knelt on the ground, holding one wrist in his other hand. It seemed to be bent at an angle now.

“You’re all right?” Grady asked.

“I am now,” she said. “Your love had me holding on. I knew you wouldn’t let me go.”

“Never again,” he said, pressing a kiss to her mouth just before two state troopers pushed their way into the house.


So what’s next? Do Cassie and Grady get to live happily ever after? One more scene to go.

A to Z: G is for Grady

Last time we left Cassie having a flashback to the time her and Icarus first officially met. Now, it’s his turn to remember the past(not that he’s ever really forgotten).


Icarus couldn’t believe he had convinced Cassie to finally get on the bike with him. He’d been waiting nearly a year for her to come around. She’d used to love this, loved holding on while they raced down the highway, holding on tight to him. She hadn’t done any of that in the last year. And she’d ridden with Trace the only time she’d been on a bike, only for the ride here to the clubhouse.

It had been a lot longer than that year since he’d felt her against him. All because of her father and Henry Kearns.

He didn’t think he’d ever forget the last time they were together. It had starred in his nightmares way too many times.


Grady pulled Cassie to him, pressing his mouth to hers. Just over six months since she’d first climbed on his bike with him, and he still hadn’t gotten enough. After the first week of meeting every chance they got, she’d asked him to take her away. It would only be for a couple days. She just had to get away from her father and his demanding ways.

He perfectly understood having to get away. Staying away from his own home had been a necessity much of the time. But, every time he suggested taking her back, she begged him not to. She wanted to continue their adventure.

So, that’s what he did.

They were back close to town now, though. He couldn’t help the need to check in on his mother. Even though she’d never cared about making sure he was doing okay, even when they lived in the same house. He couldn’t simply walk away.

He took a step back, but still kept his hand on her arm as he looked around the site where they’d slept the night before. Everything had been picked up and packed away in his saddlebags and the pack he had strapped to the backrest. They were ready to go.

He pulled her in for another kiss, wished they could just do that all day. And really what was stopping them? Only wanting to make sure his father hadn’t finally gone too far. With a sigh, he pulled back. “Are you sure you don’t want to let your dad know-”

“No,” she said quickly. “He won’t let me leave again. I was two minutes late that day we met, and he totally flipped. He’ll never let me out of the house now.”

His throat nearly closed at the thought of that, of never being able to see her again. “Okay,” he said, stroking her hair back from her face. “Okay, Cassie, we won’t contact him. I just have to see my mom, and we’ll go again.”

“You’re not going anywhere, boy,” a hard clipped voice said from behind him, “except far away from my daughter.”

He started to turn, to put Cassie behind him, but a hand jerked him away. Pain screamed through his shoulder, but he still tried to pull away, to get free. He had to get back to Cassie. Make sure she was okay. But, something hit him in the small of his back, and he dropped to his knees.

“Henry,” Sheriff Vallis barked, “don’t do anything to him that will come back on the department.”

“He had his hands all over her, sir. He needs to pay for that.”

“And he will. Trust me on that. Get him out of here.”

Grady tried to struggle, but his hands were already cuffed behind his back, his shoulder still on fire. He tried to look back when Cassie cried his name, but the deputy shoved him forward. “You’re not ever going to see her again,” he hissed in Grady’s ear. “But, don’t worry. I’ll take good care of her.


Icarus shuddered at the memory then helped Cassie tighten the strap on her helmet. She was watching him as if she knew where his mind had gone. He should have known from what Henry had said that day what was really going on. They weren’t saving Cassie from him. They’d only wanted her back under their control.

And because he hadn’t known how to fight for what was his, he’d lost everything that mattered. “I won’t let it happen again,” he murmured before kissing her then sliding his own helmet on and climbing onto the bike. He’d give his all to make sure that was a promise he wouldn’t break.


Will he be able to keep his promise this time? Or will she be taken from him again? Hold on, we’ll get there. 🙂

A to Z: F is for Flashback

The last time we left Icarus suggesting they go for a ride like they used to when Cassie wanted to leave everything behind. Today Cassie remembers the first time she got on a motorcycle with him.


Nineteen years earlier…

Cassie walked out of the store, slowing her strides as she headed across the parking lot. She didn’t want to go home. She never wanted to go back there even after working a full shift at the store. Not unless her father was on duty.

And she knew tonight he wasn’t.

If Mom was still there, it might not be so bad. But, she hadn’t been able to take life with him anymore either. Cassie couldn’t blame her, she just wished her mom had taken her, too. Though she was sure her father had something to do with her being left behind.

If they were both gone, who would he have left to control?

Cassie’s attention was drawn over to the side of the parking lot. Right in her path a boy leaned against a motorcycle, an unlit cigarette between his lips. He had sunglasses covering his eyes, so she couldn’t be sure, but she would have sworn he was looking directly at her. A little shiver went over her at the thought.

Grady Hartson. Everyone at school knew him, or at least knew who he was. But, he’d just graduated, only a few days earlier. And barely by the skin of his teeth, from what she’d heard. Her father had warned her to stay away from boys like that, they were no good, not any better than trash.

But, she’d never believed that about Grady.

She’d have to walk right past him, unless she wanted to go out of her way to avoid him, and she certainly didn’t. She’d never wanted to avoid him. Not that she’d ever been in his orbit. He probably didn’t have a clue who she was. Why would he have paid attention to the quiet, bookworm, underclassman good girl?

There was no reason. He just wouldn’t have.

But, as she drew closer, he pushed his sunglasses up to the top of his head. Those stormy blue eyes of his were locked right on her. And that nearly knocked the breath out of her. She forced herself to keep walking, though. Her father only gave her fifteen minutes to get home from her shift, and her boss had used up three talking to her when she’d clocked out. She’d never pushed that boundary before and wasn’t sure what he would do if she did.

“Hi, Cassie,” Grady said as she started to walk past him.

Hearing her name in his voice brought her to an instant stop. So, fast she nearly fell right over. How did he even know her name? Maybe she didn’t want to know. She usually got away from the torment of her peers over the summer, but maybe that was why he was here. Maybe they’d put him up to it.

“You shouldn’t smoke,” she said, instead of all that was going through her head. “It’s not healthy.”

He took the still unlit cigarette out of his mouth, looked at it for a moment then threw it to the ground. “I quit anyway.”

“Since when? I saw you outside before the graduation ceremony with one.” Her face flushed with heat at what he’d take from that. She paid enough attention to know where he’d been and what he was doing

He flashed her a quick grin. “Since right now.”

Heat curled in her belly at the way he looked at her. And she took a step back. “I have to get home. My father’s expecting me.”

The smile fell away from his face at the mention of her father. She wondered how much experience he had with Sheriff Vallis. Or maybe it was just fathers in general that stole his good humor.

“Can I walk with you, Cassie?”

She gripped her elbows, hugging her arms close to her body. “I told you. I have to get home.”

“I won’t keep you from doing that by joining you.”

She glanced down the sidewalk to the route she always took home, but her eyes were dragged back to his motorcycle, all that gleaming paint and chrome. She’d seen him ride it to school before. “I have to go,” she said quickly. “I’m going to be late.”

He grinned at her, though. “You want to ride, don’t you?”

She shook her head. “I shouldn’t. I need to get home.”

“Should doesn’t always have anything to do with want. Come on,” he said, shrugging out of his leather jacket and draping it over her shoulders. “Climb on with me, and I’ll take you around the block. Your dad will never know you took a detour.”

“I can’t,” she said but took a step toward the bike.

His smile was warm and soothing as he set a helmet over her head. “Sure, you can. All you have to do is hold on and lean with me into the curves. I’ll do the rest.” He swung his own leg over the seat of the bike and started it up. “Come on,” he said again, “slide on behind me.”

She knew she shouldn’t. That she should give him his stuff back and keep walking home. Instead she slid her arms through the sleeves of the jacket and awkwardly slid on behind him.

“Hold on,” he reminded her, and as soon as her arms were around his waist, he twisted the throttle, and they shot out of the parking lot.


Will he really just take her around the block? Will she get into any trouble with her father? Will they stop at only one ride?

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