Capone stepped toward her, his arms outstretched. Tears threatened as she rushed to his embrace. It was like coming home, only this was a home she wanted to return to. She gazed up at him as his lips crushed hers. This man had a way of taking her breath away and leaving her speechless. This man kept her off balance, but in a good way. This man was good and bad all rolled into one. One gorgeous yet scarred package that had come to her rescue one night and turned her life upside down.
Did they have a future? Damned it she knew, but Saige was going to give it her all. Give him her all. She may have felt like she’d been born to hide in the past, but she’d been reborn and she was going to live life to the fullness with him.
The End
Thank you for reading my first MC story. I’m best known for my mafia characters, and you can read more about Roman, Arlo, Jasper, and Dominic in the Genoa Mafia Series. If you would like to read more about Saige and Capone, let me know. I just might write more, so let me know what you think.
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Ginger Ring is an award-winning author with a weakness for cheese, dark chocolate, and the Green Bay Packers. She loves reading, watching great movies, and has a quirky sense of humor. Publishing a book has been a lifelong dream of hers, and she is excited to share her romantic stories with you. Her heroines are classy, sassy, and in search of love and adventure. When Ginger isn't tracking down old gangster haunts or stopping at historical landmarks, you can find her on the backwaters of the Mississippi River fishing with her husband.
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Ecstasy
By Shanjida Nusrath Ali
CHAPTER 1
The roar of the motorbike behind me made me look over my shoulder, my books clutched tightly against my chest. I knew who it was because every time I heard the familiar roar of his motorbike, my skin shivered as I felt butterflies churning in my stomach. The minute he parked his bike in his usual spot near the tree that viewed the lake side, my heart skipped a beat. The Honda VT 750 C Shadow must be close to his heart. The shine and polish that showed off on his bike every day made it evident.
As always, he turned the key and shut off the engine as he climbed off of his bike. I watched his muscles bulging against his tight leather jacket and navy-blue t-shirt. His muscles stretched the fabric of his jeans, showing the physical representation of his strength underneath his attire. His narrow hips looked more defined with his black jeans. His phoenix tattoo peeked from his jacket sleeve, showing off more of his physique.
Someone cleared her throat from my side, and I gasped in surprise, finding Monica standing with her books and bag.
“If you keep staring, you might poke a hole in his jacket,” she whispered with a grin.
I shook my head with a frown and continued my walk. “I wasn’t staring. I was just―”
“Staring. Yeah, I know, Lisa.” She winked at me, making my cheeks blush as I increased my speed.
I let a sigh of relief when I reached my locker and put my books in it. “I try to not stare, but I don’t know, there is just something…”
Monica leans her side against the locker next to me. “He was your best friend. That could be one of many reasons.”
She wasn’t lying. Aiden was once my best friend before he completely changed after his mother died when he was eighteen. I still held onto the guilt of not being there for him. When I returned after the spring break, I rushed to meet him but found his house locked and empty. When I asked the neighbors, they informed me about his mother’s death and that he’d moved out.
Where?
Nobody knew that.
But when I saw this new Aiden on the first day after the break, the sight itself took my breath away. But what hurt most was him rejecting our friendship. He changed completely, starting from his looks and ending with his personality and dreams. He was no longer the Aiden I knew. I lost count of the times I tried to speak to him…to console him…and every time he would ignore me or stab my heart by making out with a random girl in front of me. I never expected him to turn into that guy in college who thought himself the king of the place and fucked around with everyone.
“Maybe…” My words faded away as I closed the locker and walked to the art classroom. I set up my easel and brushes, taking my usual chair as more students joined in. Monica took her seat beside me and started to set up her things.
“Should I talk to him again?” I asked, my eyes cast down as I twirled the brush between my fingers.
Monica rolled her eyes, giving me her you will regret it later look.
“Good morning, class. Hope you had a great weekend,” Ms. Loraine called out as she entered the class and put her bag and supplies on the table.
Just like that, for the next one hour and thirty minutes, my mind didn’t think about Aiden and wandered off to the world of colors and imagination.
After class, I made my way to the canteen where Aiden usually was. The place was packed with students and their buzzing, but it wasn’t tough to find Aiden. Luckily, he was there, but unluckily, he wasn’t alone.
Rolling my eyes, I tightened the hold on my backpack and marched toward him.
I would confront him. He couldn’t ignore me for the rest of his life because he deserved to know the truth.
I was scared that time of not telling him and losing him forever, but I was not afraid anymore. He had to understand my reasons.
One of the girls from the cheerleading squad had her arms wrapped around his neck, giving Aiden her sultry look as she batted her fake lashes and bit down on her lower lip as if she were a porn star. Her attempt nearly made me want to gag, but I kept my shit together and stood right behind Aiden.
I tapped on his shoulder to get his attention, but he didn’t seem to care as his hands were busy roaming everywhere on the girl’s body.
“Aiden?” I muttered, tapping on his shoulder.
No response. Though the girl noticed and gave me a glare.
“Aiden, I need to talk to you,” I tried again.
“I’m kind of busy,” he murmured. His voice was deep and hoarse, creating goose bumps all over my skin.
Focus. Focus. Focus. “It’s important, please.”
He shook his head and turned to face me, offering me his cold, neutral stare.
Words didn’t come out of my mouth, as I got lost in his eyes. Those eyes…they spoke so much more than his mouth did. They always gave off his feelings and his thoughts. His eyes were the only reflection of his emotions.
Even though they were neutral, I could still see those buried emotions within him. I always would.