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WARNING: This book is strictly for mature readers. It contains extremely explicit scenes🔞, violence and vulgar words. Readers' discretion is strongly advised.
When upcoming fashion designer, Serena Voss, lands a contract deal to create custom made riding gear for the notorious Frost Vipers' MC, she sees it as an opportunity for her to save her collapsing brand before Christmas. But nothing prepares her for the moment she walks into the clubhouse and meets Knoxx "Havoc" Whitlock, the club's dangerously hot president with sexy tattoos and a ruggedly handsome face. {Funny enough, they have met before, days ago at a coffee shop where she was so rude to him after she had mistakenly spilled her coffee on him. She didn't mean to act that way though, she was having a rough morning, most especially, waking up to a rejection mail from the last fashion house she had sent her design to.}
Knoxx, on the other hand, remembers her quite well...the sharp mouthed woman who has been on his mind since the coffee shop incident. Glad to have Miss Attitude as his employee, he intends to thoroughly tame her in every way possible...including on his bed.
No doubts, they are highly attracted to each other, have burning moments on the sheets, but their chemistry gets complicated along the line when Serena uncovers a buried truth: her brother died in a hit-and-run on Christmas Eve five years ago, and the bike in the police report matches one from the Frost Vipers' garage.
As Serena digs deeper, she discovers that Knoxx is strongly connected to her brother's death. Caught between passion and betrayal, she finds herself tangled in outlaw codes, Christmas temptations and a brewing war.
When a rival gang, Widow's Bite MC, launches a violent Christmas week ambush and Knoxx's second in command, Gavin aka "Bishop" happens to be with enemy, Serena must decide whether to run for her life or fight for the man who has claimed her body and soul.
This Christmas, love isn't soft... It is savage... It is consuming.
And it might be the only gift that either makes her win or lose everything...with Knoxx.
The Biker's Fashion Designer Chapter 1
SERENA
"Mom, do you think Lionel will be returning tonight?" I asked my mom as she slid the spatula under one of the chicken laps and turned it. My mouth watered at both the sight of the meals and the sweet smell that filled the whole kitchen. We were making buttermilk fried chicken, garlic mashed potatoes with creamy coleslaw as the main dish and gingerbread cookies as dessert. We were almost done, except for the last batch of chicken laps still frying in the skillet.
It was the night of Christmas Eve, and of course my mom made sure to keep the house as festive as the season. We had several light garlands on the walls of almost every room, a huge and glowing Christmas tree in the living room, some pairs of stockings hung by the fireplace, pine scented candles on the dining table, some Christmas carols on the radio...I could go on and on with the list. It was just sad that my dad was no longer alive too celebrate with his family. He passed away three years ago.
"Yeah, he will," she turned off the heat, removing the pan from the burner. Dinner was ready and I just couldn't wait to have mine, whether my brother was coming home or not.
"But he hasn't returned any of my calls or replied my texts." I was about to steal a piece of chicken wing when my mom slapped my hand away.
"You worry too much about that boy, Serena. Lionel is an adult now." She said, while giving me a side eye.
"Someone that had just turned eighteen a month ago" I mumbled with a sigh. And ever since he turned eighteen, he has been coming home late... doesn't let anyone know of his whereabouts.
"Doesn't make any difference, Serena." My mom had my hand in hers, and literally dragged me out of the kitchen. As a huge foodie, my mom knew that I might finish half of what she had prepared before Lionel got back.
"Alright, mom, I agree with you. Can I...oh sorry, can we have dinner now?" My stomach was rumbling like crazy as we sat down on the sofa in the living room.
"No, let's wait for your brother to..." She was cut off her ringing phone. "Ohh, that must be him."
And it was.
My mom slid the call through, with a smile on her face. "Honey,"
I was about calling him name out loudly when the smile on my mom's face disappeared in seconds.
"What...what do you mean?" She was up from the sofa, her voice shaking.
"Mom, what's going on?" I stood up from the sofa as well, trying so hard to listen to what Lionel was saying.
"Hospital? Which..."
Unable to hold myself any longer, I took the phone from her hands, putting it on loud speaker. "Lionel?"
He wasn't the one who responded, the sound of a woman's voice was what I heard.
"He was hit by a bike...which left him bleeding seriously" These words punched me to the gut... I forgot to breathe for a second. My eyes got wet instantly, but I held the tears back. I'd have to be strong one here.
"No, no!" My mom cried out, almost falling to the ground. I had to hold her and we both sat down on the sofa.
"You should come to Scripps Memorial Hospital before he..."
"Nothing will happen to my brother," I said firmly. "We're coming." I said, ending the call.
Thank goodness Scripps Memorial wasn't far. We were at the hospital in ten minutes, assuring both myself and my mom that Lionel would be fine. I could not afford to lose my only sibling and another family member after my dad's death.
But then, it was already too late. My brother died five minutes ago...the doctor's words. My mom was on the floor, shaking and crying like the world had come to an end. The tears I had perfectly held back flowed down both of my cheeks as I crouched down to the floor to console my mom. She's the only family I got now.
God, this was never how I planned to spend my Christmas.
As I stood beside the hospital bed, staring at my brother's lifeless face, I swore silently in my heart, 'I will find whoever did this...and make them pay.'
The Biker's Fashion Designer Chapter 2
SERENA
It's been five years since I lost my brother and three years after my mom joined him. Yes, I was the only one left, with no parent, no sibling. My mom died of heart failure and... that's enough, Serena. I mentally hit myself on the head. I totally disliked thinking about how miserable my life has been after the death of my mom and brother.
As for the investigation as regards to finding the bastard that killed my brother, I decided not to move further after I got to know that the bike was from Frost Vipers motorcycle club. I've heard multiple stories of what the men of that club could do to people who get in their way...very dangerous set of humans that could wipe someone's entire existence. Each time, I hear that name, Frost Vipers, I was deathly sure it was bad news. But, I always prayed that whoever killed my brother would die a slow painful death alongside all his family members.
All that aside, I've got to continue living...and by doing that, I have to get off from my bed and go open that dying boutique of mine. As I had stated earlier, my life has been fucking miserable. My small boutique was almost empty because the only investor who happened to be my best friend's uncle chose to pull out 'cause I was barely making any profit.
It just didn't end there, I had applied for the role of a fashion designer at almost every fashion house here in El Cajon, and what I'd only been getting were rejection emails. Though, I haven't lost hope yet, the last fashion house I had recently sent my application to, hasn't given me a response yet. Just maybe I would get the job...just maybe my life wasn't full of bad luck after all.
"Haaahhmmm..." I let out a loud yawn as I sat up on my bed, stretching my arms wide. Today better be nice, I thought. Getting my ass off my bed, I removed my robe...and the minute I did that, a sudden surge of arousal coursed through me.
"Ugh, not again." A low groan escaped from my lips. Was it my ovulation already? Gosh, I would not be able to concentrate if I feel this way this early morning.
And I don't have a fucking man to help me out! My mind screamed. Damn, when last have I been thoroughly fucked by a man? Should be two years ago. My last boyfriend, Aaron dumped me because his influential parents didn't approve of me. They would not want their only son end up with an orphan... No, according to his mom specifically, an orphan with nothing to her name.
Yeah, that was the last time I saw Aaron's cock.
Fuck! I was rubbing my thighs together. The need to make myself orgasm was so strong. Left with no choice, I slipped out of my panties, my boobs were bare already. I climbed back into my bed and stretched my hand towards the nightstand, opening the top drawer to get my toys.
A vibrator,
A dildo that was exactly the shape of a man's cock,
And a bottle of lube. I tossed them all on the bed. 'This orgasm better come quickly so I can continue with my day.'
Heavens knew I didn't want to touch myself this morning, but I could not help it.
I poured enough lube on my lifeless cock before easing it slowly inside my pussy. Damn, I must be very wet for it to slide in so smoothly.
"Ohh," I moaned softly, my mouth forming into a small O. Each time I touched myself, I always imagined it was a man driving in and out of me hard and fast.
He would be tall with solid chest and abs, have massive hands that would always tease my big boobs and finger fuck me, of course, the right size of cock...way bigger than my ex boyfriend's, and should have a handsome face for sure. But all these thoughts were just part of my imagination 'cause was there actually a man that had all these qualities I badly needed?
The answer was no. I don't think a single man would be that perfect.
Oh, so back to me fucking myself with my lifeless cock, I could feel the orgasm coming closer. Already getting tired with the hand working my pussy, I moved my other hand that was on my sensitive nipple to the vibrator beside me. I turned it on.
"Ahh," I bit my lips when I felt the pulsating tip on my clit. This feels so good. I thought.
I sped up with moving the dildo in and out of my pussy as I got so fucking close to the peak...I could literally feel my muscles twitching so bad.
"Fuck, yesss..." I cried out, my legs shaking as I broke apart, my release surprising the hell out of me...every damn time.
Finally, I could get on with my day.
After floating back to earth, I found my way to the bathroom with my toys 'cause they would surely come in handy next time.
In about fifteen minutes, I was dressing up in front of my mirror. I wore a long, flowing pink flowered wrap dress that had a thigh high slit on one side. Despite the fact it wasn't a fitted dress, my boobs... a good part of my cleavage, and ass found a way to be noticeable. Yeah, I was that endowed. I rolled up my long chestnut hair in a loose bun... I wasn't about to let my hair cover up my pretty boobs.
One last long look on the mirror, after I had worn enough perfume, I left my tiny apartment. I really hope I get that last job, I badly need a bigger space.
I was outside now, my eyes fixed on the coffee shop just opposite my apartment. I think I should get one before heading to my boutique.
I crossed over to the other side of the road and walked into the cafe. I was happy that the queue wasn't that long as usual...or wait. I briefly darted my eyes to the wall clock. Ohh, it was five minutes past ten. Ugh, I was actually late today, however it made no difference. I barely get customers stop by at the boutique.
At last it got to my turn.
"Hello Serena. Looking so beautiful as always." One of the serving staff who I was codial with, greeted me with a smile.
"Ohh Emma, you flatter me too much. You're gorgeous yourself." I smiled back.
"But not as gorgeous as you. Pretty sure, your man is overly obsessed." She said with a wink as she started brewing my coffee.
"Of course, why won't he be?" I responded with a giggle even though that was the biggest lie of the century. I don't even have a man, not to talk of one being overly obsessed. "Please, add more cream."
In less than a minute, Emma handed my coffee to me in a paper cup.
"Thank you,"
"You're welcome, Serena. Do have a nice day."
I turned to leave, walking slowly towards the door and sipping my coffee when my phone vibrated in my hand. Without thinking, I shifted by the corner to check my phone. It might be an email from the last fashion house I sent my application to.
Holy crap, it was from them.
I said a silent prayer in my heart as I opened the email.
My heart shattered the moment I read the first line of the email. "We regret to inform you..." I stared at the screen rereading the words, hoping that I had misunderstood or that a miracle would happen. But no, the message was very clear. My application has been rejected, just like others. And this was my last hope.
"My life is literally fucked." I muttered, forcing a small bitter laugh. I couldn't even go to my boutique after being slammed with such rejection. Let me just go back to my apartment and cry my eyes out or to Willa's house. She was my best friend.
I took in slow and deep breaths, trying my best not to start crying in front of people present in the cafe. Damn, I was blinking my eyes real hard, fighting the burn in them.
'Serena, you can do this. A few more steps and you're out of here. Hold it in.' My subconscious mind whispered in my ears.
I listened to her, making a move towards the door in a hurry. One last step to the door, I collided hard with someone, splashing the rest of my coffee all over...him. A man.
Not just any kind, the exact same man in my imaginations.
He was tall, about six foot three or six foot four, not too sure, with large hands.
God, imagine those hands running all over my body.
My eyes moved to his arms, those powerful arms straining against the fabric of his black t-shirt. I swallowed hard at how wide and solid his chest was. All the smoking hotness didn't stop there, this man had tattoos snaked up his neck and on his arms.
Getting to his face, I won't lie, I felt my juices from my already wet pussy on my panties.
He had a strong jawline, well defined, square shaped with light stubble...his cheekbones high, making his face look perfectly sculpted. His eyes was dark, really dark, with a subtle shade of brown. Straight nose, slightly curved and medium sized lips. His short black hair was pushed back neatly.
I had totally forgotten myself only laying eyes on this hard-edged man. But the sad reality of my life all came down crashing when he said, "Are you fucking blind?"
I mean I should have apologized to him...however I didn't. To cover up the embarrassment of staring shamelessly at him, I chose to be a bitch. "I should be asking you that question, asshole. You made me waste my coffee on you and you couldn't even say sorry. You probably think I would be scared because you're big and all that. Jokes on you, Mister. My man is way bigger and he will fuck you up if you try anything stupid with me." I finished with a loud hiss before throwing my empty paper cup into the trash can close to me.
Mr Hot and Dangerous said nothing when I walked past him, pushed open the exit door behind him and left.
Out of fear, I couldn't even go back to my apartment that was on the other side of the road. What if that man had his eyes on me?
I flagged down a taxi and hurriedly entered when it stopped.
"Please, just drive." I said to the driver with a trembling voice.
"Ma'am, is everything okay?" He turned back to look at me.
Fuck, he must have sensed it. "Absolutely," I forced a smile on my face. "I'm going that way." I pointed forward to the direction of Willa's house. As we drove past the cafe, my eyes caught sight of two bikes and another man of the same build as the one I just met, leaning on one of the bikes.
Maybe, there were just regular guys. I thought.
But there was nothing regular about that particular man.
Fuck, I didn't even look at his legs or the size of his crotch...
'Serena, your life is crumbling apart and your major concern is the size of a stranger's cock.' My subconscious mind bluntly reminded me.
"Ovulation is a fucking bastard." I mumbled, instantly dialing Willa's number.
The Biker's Fashion Designer Chapter 3
SERENA
"Willa, please tell me you're at home." I said, the minute she picked up.
"Yeah, just got back. What happened? You sound so stressed, and it's not even noon yet." Willa's calm voice sounded over the phone.
"Can't talk...right now," I said, my voice breaking amidst sniffles. "When I get to your house, please."
"Ohh, baby. Don't cry too much, I'll be right here waiting for you."
On my way to Willa's house, my mind drifted to what would be next for me. I was barely making any money from my clothes store to cater for my needs...and worse, my rent would be expiring by December, which was exactly three months from now. Today was September 1st. Gosh, I would not even be able to celebrate Christmas if I don't have a stable paying job before then. I've lived in El Cajon all my life and I knew almost every place including fashion houses and I fucking applied to every single one. If it wasn't bad luck, how could not even one single fashion house say yes to my application. My designs weren't bad... I fucking know my craft!
I was completely zoned out, not knowing when the cab stopped at Willa's house.
"Ma'am, we're here."
"Ohh, thank you." I dug my hand into my purse. "How much is the ride again?"
"Fifteen dollars ma'am."
"Fuck," I muttered a silent curse. I should have taken a bus instead, which costs only two dollars. Now, I was going to pay seven times that money for just a ride. I emptied my purse and what I had was just five dollars. Today should be one of my worst days. Now, I'm about to go through another embarrassing moment by apologizing to the driver as well as asking Willa for an extra ten dollars.
"Can you hold on for a second, please?"
"Sure, ma'am."
I called Willa again.
"I'm coming, baby."
"Can you come outside...with ten dollars, please?"
"I'll be right there in a sec."
My best friend and the only close person in my life was outside in less than a second.
"How much was your ride?"
"Fifteen dollars, and I've got five dollars."
She counted some money and handed it to the driver.
"Willa, you gave him..." She had given him the complete money instead.
"Let's go inside." She put her arm under mine.
The house Willa stayed in was a storey building, not sure of the exact number but it was past five stories... What I loved about this place was the fact there were elevators to help you to get to a higher storey, the rooms were fucking spacious. Willa's bedroom only, was three times bigger than my bedroom, kitchen and restroom combined. Let me not talk about her living room. This was where I had intended moving into if only I was accepted by Milano fashion house today.
"Willa, I'll give you back the fifteen..."
"You know me too well, Serena. Don't bother about it. Let's talk about you. So, why were you crying?"
Instead of giving her a reply, I went into her arms and started crying all over again.
"Let it all out, baby." She was rubbing my back as she led us to sit on the couch. "You weren't accepted at Milano?"
"Yes, yes, my life is so done for, Willa. I've got no future, no anything...just that dead ass boutique with most of the mannequins naked as fuck." I muttered, wiping my nose.
"Don't say that, Serena,"
"It's the sad reality, Willa. The only thing left for me at this point is to overdose on heroin. It's best that I'm no longer al..."
"Shut the hell up, Serena!" Willa bit out in a raised voice. Her sharp voice made me look at her face. Damn, she was really pissed. "Why the fuck would you have such sick thoughts, not to talk of you spewing them to my hearing?"
"I...I..." Nothing was coming to my head at this moment.
"You are not going to take your life because of those silly rejections. I want to let you know that those fashion houses lost a rare gem."
I knew she was saying all this as a way of consoling me. But that didn't change my current situation.
"As for your boutique, I will speak with my uncle again to give it another try..."
"No, no, Willa. You know how much your uncle invested and how he hasn't recovered a quarter of his investments. Please, I'll need another suggestion." If I was Willa's uncle, I wouldn't even dare to put another dime in that boutique.
"He's my favourite uncle, Serena."
"Willa, please."
"Alright fine. I saw some kind of fashion gig ad this morning." She said, bringing out her phone.
"A new fashion company? Is it in El Cajon?" I asked, because I was very certain I had applied to every single one.
She passed her phone to me without responding.
A brief glance at what was written on her phone, I was taken aback by what I had just read. Infact, I had to read it loud with my mouth, to be sure Willa had shown me the right info. "Fashion designers urgently needed at Frost Vipers clubhouse. We only need talented people that can make badass riding gear. Pay's real good. Find the application link below."
"I know I shouldn't have brought this up 'cause of..."
"They fucking killed my brother, Willa." I gave her back her phone. Yes, it was five years ago but the pain was still very fresh. They were also the reason my mom joined my brother 'cause her heart couldn't bear the pain.
"I haven't forgotten, Serena, but this is the only option left now, since you don't want my uncle's investments anymore. Look at the bright side..."
"There is no bright side, Willa." I was about to stand up from the couch when she held me back. How could she even suggest this to me?
"I know someone who worked for them at this same time last year. She was being paid ten thousand dollars every month for just making gloves. Now imagine what those that made leather vests and jackets would have earned."
"I don't care if they were being paid a million. This is a huge no for me."
The same people who killed my brother and tampered with the evidence. I would rather chew rocks for the rest of my miserable life.