Bomber, page 1
part #1 of War Brothers MC Series
Bomber
War Brothers MC
Bianca Lee Ward
Contents
Also by Bianca Lee Ward
Playlist
1. Eighteenth Birthday Party
2. She’s My World
3. Turning Point
4. The Heavy Burden of Guilt
5. Mental Torture
6. Sacrifice
7. Ghost Inside My Head
8. Craving a Taste
9. Burning with Desire
10. An Empty Room
11. Emotional Roller Coaster
12. Battle Scars
13. Memories Bring Her Back
14. Secrets and Lies Kill Relationships
15. Dangerous Truths
16. The Cunning Puppet Master
17. Bleeding Out
18. Strength in Numbers
19. Confessions
20. Discovery
21. Until We Meet Again
22. New Beginnings
23. The Brightest Star
24. Peace
Resources
Acknowledgments
About the Author
This book contains adult themes and is not suitable for persons under the age of 18.
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First published in 2023 by Bianca Lee Ward
Bomber
Copyright © Bianca Lee Ward 2023
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Sometimes love needs to struggle in the darkness to transform into something beautiful.
Also by Bianca Lee Ward
Reaper
Book 1, War Brothers MC
I let her go once because she wasn’t mine.
This time, I’ll die before I give her up . . .
I want her.
That smile . . . those curves.
But Ava doesn’t belong to me.
Then she arrives in my clubhouse, seeking refuge. My gut churns at the sight of the bruises on her face, the fear in her eyes.
Before I was the president of the War Brothers Motorcycle Club, I was a special forces sniper who hunted down evil men like her husband. Now I avoid relationships because the wounds I have are more than skin deep.
But Ava’s different, and when I find her in the wrong bedroom—my bedroom—one night, what happens next changes everything.
I let her go once because she was married, but I won’t make the same mistake twice.
I’ll die before I let her dangerous husband, the jealous women in our club, or the enemy our club didn’t see coming lay a finger on her.
Because this time around, Ava is mine.
Grab your copy of Reaper now.
Viper
Book 3, War Brothers MC
I’ve got one month to convince her to be my wife . . .
Until I laid eyes on Sophie, I never planned on marriage. All that changed after our hot night together in Vegas.
Now she regrets our impulsive Vegas wedding and is demanding a divorce. But I’m not signing the papers. Hell, no. I’ll give up every single one of my womanizing ways for a woman like her.
Sophie thinks I’m only infatuated by her looks, except I see how everyone underestimates her. I’m not intimidated by her wealth, her modeling career, and the trail of broken hearts she has left behind. What we have is different.
I’ve lived my whole life unable to feel anything thanks to my rough childhood, but for Sophie I’ll risk everything. Her rich father, past guys, and the jealous women in my club aren’t going to stand in my way.
If she wants a divorce, she’ll have to spend one month with me at the War Brothers clubhouse. Sleeping in my bed.
Then we’ll see if she still refuses to say I do . . .
Grab your copy of Viper now.
Keep an eye out for Axle and Elena’s story, which will be free if you have signed up to my mailing list at www.biancaleeward.com
Missing You
New Adult Romance set in the Crown Village World.
I’d forgotten my past.
But he hadn’t forgotten me . . .
For as long as I can remember, it’s been Mom, the alcohol, and me.
But that’s the thing: there was a past, before the accident.
Then amnesia robbed me of my first twelve years of memories.
Mom confides only in the bottle, so I’m left guessing what kind of childhood I had. But now I’m back in the town where I grew up, and for the first time, I have answers to my questions—answers I never saw coming.
I’m not the same person I was—but neither is Ashton De Santis.
A bare-knuckle fighter in the ring, rippling with power . . . and my childhood best friend.
As Ashton gently reintroduces me to our history, it’s difficult not to let old affections catch alight. But even as our chemistry sizzles, I can’t help feeling I’m going to get burned.
As much as I want Ashton, this is something I just can’t afford.
Because if I lose him again, it’ll haunt me for a lifetime.
Grab your copy of Missing You now.
Playlist
Glass House – Machine Gun Kelly feat. Naomi Wild
Bleed For You – Our Last Night
Broken – Seether feat. Amy Lee
Last Resort (Reimagined) – Falling in Reverse
Never Know – Bad Omens
Searchlights – The Brave
Without You – The Kid Laroi
Alone – I Prevail
My Blood – Ellie Goulding, Iykyk, Ida More & Ky Karter
Ghost – Pink is Punk & Benny Benassi
Memories – Maroon 5
Wake Me Up – Avicii
Runaway – Linkin Park
By Myself – Linkin Park
Sunrise – Our Last Night
Nothing Inside – Machine Gun Kelly feat. Iann Dior
Just Pretend – Bad Omens
Heavy – Linkin Park feat. Kiiara
Figure.09 – Linkin Park
Battle Scars – Guy Sebastian
It’s Not Over – Daughtry
Drag Me Down – One Direction
The Death of Peace of Mind – Bad Omens
After All – Culture Code, ARAYA & RUNN
One More Light – Linkin Park
Coming Home – Diddy feat. Skylar Grey
I’ll Be Missing You – Puff Daddy & Faith Evans
Gasoline – I Prevail
Breakaway – Kelly Clarkson
One
Eighteenth Birthday Party
Zara
Age: Eighteen
* * *
“Happy birthdayyyyy to you.”
I peer over my bowl of cornflakes to see Misty with a wide grin and a gleam in her eyes.
“Happy birthday to you,” she sings as she walks closer to me, her hands behind her back. “Happy birthday to my best friend and sister, Zara”—she takes a deep breath—“happy birthday to youuuu.” As she’s opera singing the last few notes, Misty passes me a pink envelope.
I smile at her. “You didn’t have to get me anything.”
She hisses. “Yes, I did!”
I jump off my chair and wrap my arms around her, squeezing her tightly. “Thank you.”
She pulls back and stares at the envelope. “Come on, open it.”
“Okay, okay.” I slide my fingers underneath the flap of the envelope to rip it open, then glide the card out.
The front has a love heart, and inside it says “You will always be the sister of my soul and the friend of my heart.”
“Aww.” I grin, feeling touched. I open the card and two small rectangular pieces of paper land on the table. I put down the card and pick them up to see Sun Dance festival tickets.
I lift my eyes to hers. “How did you get these? I thought they were sold out?”
“I have my sources,” she replies.
Which basically means Knox and Kane’s mom, Audrey Crown, pulled strings to get them for us. Her family founded Crown Village—where we live—and owns every successful business in it. Her reach has no bounds.
Crown Village is a coastal town packed with amenities: beaches, a lake, restaurants, a resort, a casino, and a park. It has a small population and a tight-knit community for the people who reside here, but it’s also a holiday attraction for the rich and famous.
“The guys are taking us in the limo, and since the festival is at the amusement park, I thought we could go on a couple of rides before DJ Mesah comes on.”
I clap my hands in excitement—Mesah is our favorite DJ.
“Mesah’s playing at noon, so we’ll at least get to see her set and some of the DJs after her. We’ll be home in time for your party . . . where we can have some drinks.”
My eyes dart to the entryway
We’re lucky if Mom allows us to have a glass of champagne in her presence, let alone whatever strong alcohol Misty has conned Kane into getting.
“But aren’t you still sick?” I heard her retching this morning. She hasn’t been able to get rid of whatever illness she has.
“I told you something I’ve been eating hasn’t been sitting well with me.” She shrugs. “I don’t know. My body hates me. Anyway . . . enough about that. I think you may have forgotten something.” Her eyes latch back onto the envelope.
Lifting the envelope, I feel there’s still something inside. I tip it upside down to see a silver necklace drop into my hand. It has a charm on it, half a heart that says Friends. Misty’s hand goes to her neck, and she pulls a similar chain from outside of her top to show me that her part says Best.
“I know it’s lame, but I saw it and I had to have it.”
I roll my eyes as I pass the necklace to her and lift my long hair. “Can you put it on?”
She drapes the necklace around my neck, and I feel the cold metal against my skin.
“There,” she says.
I let my hair fall down my back and gently tug on the necklace, feeling it’s secure.
Iris walks in. “Happy eighteenth,” she says in a sing-song voice.
“Thank you!” I reply.
Iris, who’s in her fifties and from the Philippines, has been working for us since Misty and I were little. She helps around the house three days a week with cleaning, laundry, cooking, and looking after us. She’s petite, with an exotic appearance—black hair, olive skin, and dark-brown oval eyes.
“What cake would you like for tonight?” Iris asks.
I salivate as I think about it.
Misty snorts. “I thought you would have made the cake by now.”
Iris narrows her eyes, but her lip twitches like she’s smothering a smile. “I can’t, and it’s because of you, that’s why!”
Misty’s mouth falls open. Her hand goes to her chest. “Who! Me?”
“Yes, you! You little pig!”
Misty’s cackle is loud. She turns to me, then makes a point of snorting even louder.
Iris laughs. “You can’t help yourself. I wasn’t baking two cakes because you couldn’t keep your hands off of it.”
“It’s not my fault!” she complains.
Iris’s brows lift high on her forehead. “Then whose fault is it?”
“Yours!”
Mom walks through the kitchen as I’m giggling, listening to them bicker.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart,” Mom says before walking to me and placing a tender kiss on my forehead.
I smile at her.
“Your father said to say happy birthday. Something came up at work this morning, but he said he’ll come home when he can.”
I bob my head in acknowledgment. Then my attention drifts back to Misty and Iris.
“How is it my fault?” Iris asks.
“You’re a damn good cook. I’ve had really bad cravings lately. I just can’t resist your food.”
Iris laughs and places her hand on Misty’s head, then messes up her hair.
“Hey!” Misty whines as she attempts to flatten it.
“Can I have a chocolate cake, but with a layer of chocolate cream and fresh strawberries?” I ask Iris.
“That sounds yummy!” Misty chimes in.
“I’ll go get the ingredients this morning,” Iris replies. She turns to Mom. “Do you need anything else for tonight?”
“Audrey’s organized catering for the party, so we should be fine. But thank you.” Mom turns to me. “You’ll have to wait to get your birthday present from us when your dad gets home.”
Knox and Kane barge into the kitchen like it’s their own home. Our parents were really tight and our families were inseparable. But then, things changed when their parents split. However, it didn’t mess up our bond with the boys—or the connection between Misty and Kane or me and Knox. We’re all still as close as ever!
My eyes wander up and down Knox’s body. He’s wearing a fitted black shirt that shows off his chest and broad shoulders, ripped black jeans, and black boots. Knox is that total package of deliciousness. It’s not just his face and build that draw me to him but also that bad-boy swagger he wears so well. That moody behavior he has toward everyone except me.
Knox’s eyes lock onto mine. He strides over until he is flush against my back and folds his arms around me. He bows his head and nuzzles my neck, making goose bumps travel along my arms.
“Happy birthday,” he says in my ear.
My chest warms. “Thank you.”
“Happy birthday!” Kane yells, his larger-than-life personality on show.
The Hart brothers look similar with their signature whiskey-colored eyes, but their personalities differ. Kane is all smiles and mischief; Knox is broody and intense. While Kane is easygoing, Knox is distant and quiet.
Even their clothing sense is different. Knox is mostly in black and might wear something white for contrast, whereas Kane is usually dressed in bright fashionable T-shirts with matching-color, branded sneakers.
Knox’s arms slip away from me. I turn to see him pull a small jewelry case from his back pocket. When he places it in my hand, I touch the soft velvet material of the lid before opening it to see a large blue emerald-cut crystal surrounded by tiny diamonds. I clutch my chest as I suck in a breath through my teeth.
I feel a hand on my shoulder. I glance to the side and see Misty. She whistles.
My hands tremble. I open my mouth to speak, but I can’t. A deep chuckle comes from Kane. Knox gently takes the case from my hands, and I watch as he pulls the ring out and then slides it onto the fourth finger on my right hand.
I thought someone would purchase a ring for my birthday. Misty wasn’t very subtle in going to the jewelry store, trying on different rings, and measuring my size while we were there.
“Mom told me the band is platinum and the big crystal is a sapphire. The crystals around it are diamonds . . .” He rubs the back of his neck, suddenly shy. “It’s a family heirloom.”
A range of emotions strike me at once—happiness, appreciation—but I also worry that I’ll lose it. It looks expensive. I rise onto my toes and give him a chaste kiss on the lips.
“Where’s my diamond-and-sapphire ring?” Misty taunts Kane before elbowing him in the ribs.
He coughs, then caresses his side where she elbowed him. “Maybe you can get a ring next year.”
Mom and Iris hover around me, so I turn and hold my ring out to them, feeling giddy and spoiled.
“Oh my . . .” Mom says. She looks at Knox before looking back at the ring. “It’s absolutely stunning.”
Iris tugs on my hand, pulling it closer to her. “For heaven’s sake, child, don’t lose it.”
I bring my hand back to my side and lean into Knox. “Thank you.”
He kisses my temple. “You’re welcome, precious.”
“How about we go get changed?” Misty suggests.
On the way to our bedrooms, Misty halts and turns to me with a deep frown. “You don’t have to wear the necklace I got you. It looks so lame compared to the ring Knox gave you.”
My heart aches for her. I lift my hand and hold the necklace charm in my palm, as if I’m protecting it from Misty’s cruel words.
“Please don’t say that. I love it.”
Misty is an extrovert, but there are moments like this when I can see her insecurities.
Although my family is well-off, our wealth pales in comparison to what Audrey Knox, and Kane's mother, inherited from her family. I gather Misty paid for the necklace herself.
My dad is an accountant at Crown-Hart Casino, which was owned by Knox and Kane’s parents, but their dad, David, got it and the house in the divorce. Although Audrey kept all the assets she inherited from her family and their holiday houses, David got the casino on the condition that Knox and Kane would be a part of the business and inherit it once David passes, though I get the feeling Knox isn’t interested in it.
