The Biker's Bunny

Copyright Copyright © 2023 by Glenna Maynard This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, business, establishments, locals or events is entirely coincidental. Any reference to real events, business, organizations or locals is intended only to give the fiction a sense of realism and authenticity. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means – electronic, mechanical, photographic (photocopying), recording, or otherwise – without prior permission in writing from the author. The author acknowledges the copyrighted or trademarked status and trademark owners of the word marks mentioned in this work of fiction. Contents Author’s Note . Chapter 1. Chapter One 2. Chapter Two 3. Chapter Three 4. Chapter Four 5. Chapter Five 6. Chapter Six 7. Chapter Seven 8. Chapter Eight 9. Chapter Nine 10. Chapter Ten 11. Chapter Eleven 12. Chapter Twelve 13. Chapter Thirteen 14. Chapter Fourteen 15. Chapter Fifteen 16. Chapter Sixteen 17. Chapter Seventeen Bonus Scene Dear Reader, About Glenna ROYAL BASTARDS CODE PROTECT: The club and your brothers come before anything else and must be protected at all costs. CLUB is FAMILY. RESPECT: Earn it & Give it. Respect club law. Respect the patch. Respect your brothers. Disrespect a member and there will be hell to pay. HONOR: Being patched in is an honor, not a right. Your colors are sacred, not to be left alone, and NEVER let them touch the ground. OL’ LADIES: Never disrespect a member’s or brother’s Ol’Lady. PERIOD. CHURCH is MANDATORY. LOYALTY: Takes precedence over all, including well-being. HONESTY: Never LIE, CHEAT, or STEAL from another member or the club. Author’s Note The Biker’s Bunny is book 12 of my Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV series. This story features Static and Rosie. These two characters were introduced in The Biker’s Baby, (book 10). For best enjoyment I would suggest that this series is read in order, though it isn’t necessary. Enjoy the ride and happy reading! Glenna Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV The Biker's Kiss Lady & The Biker Tempting The Biker Keeping The Biker The Biker's Lucky Charm Taken By The Biker Bewitching The Biker The Biker's Cherry Claiming The Biker The Biker's Baby Loving The Biker The Biker's Bunny Taming The Biker Trusting The Biker The Biker Next Door T he Biker’s Bunny She knows her role. Brothers of the club don't fall for girls like her. She's a club bunny. Disposable. Easy. Replaceable. Until she meets him. Static is a nomad with a mysterious past. This is his story. Chapter One The Past “Be good, mi hijo. Watch your hermano,” my mother whispers, softly. Her palm caresses the top of my head. The scent of lavender washes over me as she leans down to kiss my forehead, then Benicio’s. My baby brother. “¿Cuándo vuelves?” I question when she’ll return. I stare past her and out the window. The orange glow of the pole light signals that it’s nighttime. She does this often. Leaves us alone in the middle of the night to go to work. “Te prometo que volveré pronto.” Soon, she promises. She pats my head, leaving us alone in a roach infested motel room. It’s not the first time or the last. The muscles of my stomach tighten and clench as the deep growl of hunger roars. My brother and I were put to bed hungry. It’s nothing new. I chew the inside of my cheek, debating whether or not I want to risk waking Beni. He can’t help it, but my brother is a crybaby. Always whining for food or for me to play with him. Things weren’t so bad till he came along. I didn’t go as hungry, and we had a nicer motel room. It’s not his fault. Though sometimes I hate him for existing. I get stuck having to care for him. The hunger pangs deepen, and I scowl at Beni as he sleeps peacefully, unaware that Mom can’t afford to feed us. He at least got milk earlier. All that was left for me was some tap water out of the bathroom sink. Sometimes Mom hides crackers. She says we can’t keep much here, or the roaches will get in it. I told her she should move us to a better place, and she backhanded me. Sometimes she gets me cereal from the food pantry. Except it’s always stale and old. I hate it here. Mom’s been gone two days and Beni won’t stop crying. Someone keeps knocking at our door, but Mom told me not to open it for anyone but her. I don’t know what to do. I’m scared. I wish she’d come back. I wrap my arms around my brother, begging him to be quiet. I tried turning the volume up on the Tv to drown out his cries, but that only made him worse. I rock him back and forth the best I can like Mom did when he was smaller and fussing all the time. I’m not as successful in my attempt. The voices outside our door grow louder. Someone’s shouting and beating the door so hard the window rattles as though it may break. The door opens and some greasy dude who works here stares at my brother and me with pity in his eyes. A police officer enters the room. “Fucking hell,” he mutters, taking in the state of our living conditions. “You’re going to be okay.” He offers me a smile and a candy bar. It’s the first of many lies. “Where are you taking my brother?” I run toward the woman carrying Benicio away from me. Beni howls at the top of his lungs, red faced and snotty. His dark hair that matches my own curls around his ears. His chubby cheeks stained with tears. He reaches over her shoulder. His hands outstretched, unable to reach