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  Copyright © 2017 Ker Dukey

  Copyright © 2017 D.H.Sidebottom

  Cover Design: Amy Queau with Q Designs

  Photo: Stock Image

  Editor: Karen Sanders Editing

  Formatting: Champagne Book Design

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Author note:

  This title is an MC novel therefore has some darker themes.

  Go forth with your little black heart, we hope you enjoy the ride.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Playlist

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Acknowledgements

  Ker’s Links

  D.H. Sidebottom’s links.

  Nothing More—Go To War

  Thirty Seconds To Mars—The Kill

  Nickelback—After The Rain

  Scarlett—A Monster Like Me

  Guns N’ Roses—November Rain

  Imagine Dragons—Believer

  Puddle Of Mudd—She Hates Me

  Scott Stapp—Hit Me More

  Seether—Remedy

  All That Remains—What If I Was Nothing

  Rag’n’Bone Man—Your Way or the Rope

  Sleeping Wolf—New Kings

  Lisa Goe—Skipping Stones (feat. Lisa Goe)

  Rival City—Fading Out

  Wildest ones—Zayde Wolf

  You’re going down—sick puppies

  For all our bad bitches.

  Good girls ride a bicycle

  bad girls ride a biker.

  11 Years ago

  Slade, aka Frost—17 years old

  She’s just staring at it.

  “Nina, just put your lips around it. It’s not going to bite you.” I groan, frustrated that she’s taking so long. Her lovely blonde hair fans her delicate features as she looks up at me from her knees. Her blue eyes sparkle and her brows dip low; she looks terrified.

  “And just blow?” she asks for the hundredth time.

  I sigh and run a hand through my hair. “Yes. Just fucking blow.”

  “It’s so slimy.”

  “Oh, for Christ’s sake, Nina,” Luke grumbles, taking the toad from her hands and blowing into its mouth until its stomach inflates.

  He had dared Nina to do it, but when she came over here, blowing toads wasn’t on her mind. I guess she hoped when she invited herself over to join in the Truth or Dare that she would be dared to make out with me like her best friend was a week ago. I always find her eyes on me. If I didn’t think she’d become clingy afterwards, I’d fuck her ten ways from Sunday.

  Most guys my age are into this dare bullshit, like blowing into a toad to see if it explodes. It fucking bores me. This week will be my last of high school. I would have dropped out years ago, but our father is strict about us getting an education. If these guys knew what my life was like outside the binds of school, they would shit themselves. But my old man and Prez made me keep that a secret so I was given a fair shot at school.

  “You can’t run a club if you’re dumb as shit, boy,” he says, and he’s right.

  My cell phone chirps from my pocket and I pull it out to see a text from Scorch, one of the prospects who has my back.

  Your mom and dad are going at it again.

  He didn’t mean fucking; he meant screaming at each other. I don’t know why my mom even stays with him, all she does is moan at him for the way he lives his life, the same way he’s always lived it. I don’t get women.

  I hold up my phone and wiggle it in a wave gesture. “I have to go. See you tomorrow.”

  A chorus of ‘byes follow me as I swipe up my bag from the grass and make my way toward my car.

  “You have that new phone that has a camera built in. I can’t believe they’re putting cameras in phones, it’s so cool,” Nina calls, running to catch up and walk beside me.

  “Yeah.” They aren’t even in stores yet, but my old man knows a guy.

  “You want to give me a ride home? I’ll take a picture you can keep on there to look at and think about me.” She nudges my arm, causing me to look down at her coyly biting her bottom lip.

  All this high school crap will be behind me by the end of the week, so worrying about her pining after me is actually a moot point. I drop my eyes to her tits spilling from her shirt that’s a size too small and wink at her. “Sure, but I get to take the photo.”

  Forty-five minutes later, I pull up at the clubhouse. The scent of Nina in the back of the car is still pungent in the air. I’ve never seen a girl gush like a waterfall before. I even sniffed at it to make sure she hadn’t pissed all over my leather seats, but it wasn’t piss, she just came like a porn star. Watching it on screen is sexy as hell, but trying to fuck a girl who gushes is like fucking a slip ‘n’ slide. My dick went in her ass, up her slit, and everywhere but her pussy. When I finally did get it in there, her cunt was loose and a turn-off. I’d heard rumors that she got around the football team, and then the basketball team, but hell. I ended up pulling my dick out and putting four fingers inside her instead, until she once again screamed and came. Then I opened the car door and told her she had to walk home. My seats are fucked, and Bulk, the newest prospect, is going to get the pleasure of cleaning it up.

  “Hey.” I nod to Denise as I walk through the door. She’s biting at her impossibly long nails. She’s the only person here which is beyond fucking weird. “What the hell is going on?” I ask, and she shakes her head, her eyes darting to the Prez’s office door.

  “Your father sent everyone away.”

  What the fuck?

  “What are you still doing here?”

  She looks up the corridor to my old man’s bedroom and then back to his office door.

  “I have Rhiannon.”

  I walk over to my dad’s office and she calls out to me. “He told me to tell you to take Rhiannon home.”

  Fuck that. I want to know what the hell’s going on.

  “You take her home. I’ll meet you there later.”

  She nods and hurries off to collect Rhiannon.

  My mother never lets the club sluts look after Rhiannon, so she must n
ot be here.

  I push the door open without knocking and step inside. It’s like walking into an alternative reality. Something hangs heavy in the air, almost a warning. My stomach knots and every instinct tells me to get out. Run.

  My father is sitting behind his desk, staring at the door I just came through. His gaze is unfocused, and his usual tough as shit mask has slipped because his eyes have a sheen of fresh tears in them.

  “What’s going on?”

  A figure moves to my right and gains my attention. My little brother, Brenner, is sitting on the couch, frowning at the floor. Of course he would be in here and not with his twin sister. My eyes follow to where he’s looking until they fall on a form lying on the ground.

  No.

  My feet move toward the body in a crumpled mess amongst the dirt on Prez’s office floor.

  No. No. No.

  “Mom?” I choke.

  A crimson puddle expands beneath her head, discoloring her once blonde hair.

  “She killed herself,” my father says without looking at me.

  I drop to my knees next to her, and despite knowing there is no way she could be alive with that much blood and a hole in the side of her head, I check her pulse anyway. She’s still warm, but no movement beats under my fingertips.

  Nothing. The life has left her. I’ve seen a dead body before, been right there when my father has dealt with business, but this is something entirely different. I want to un-see it. Scrub my eyes with bleach and rewind time. I want to go back to watching stupid Luke blow in the toad’s mouth. I want to tell Nina to fuck off and rush here before Mom had the chance to pull the damn trigger.

  How could she leave us like this? Brenner and Rhiannon are seven years old, for Christ’s sake. How fucking selfish to do it in front of him. Anger coils my muscles and douses the sorrow.

  Standing, I rush over to Brenner and pick him up. No kid should have to see their mother kill herself. This will change him forever.

  Us forever.

  Me forever.

  Present day

  Dean’s eyes keep finding mine in the mirror, causing a stir between my legs. The blue of his eyes appears to twinkle with awareness of how excited I am for tonight. His blond hair sits neatly upon his head and he’s made an effort with his outfit, wearing a button-down shirt as opposed to his usual sports tee. His large hands rest on his jean-clad thighs. I want them on my thighs instead, snaking up the sensitive skin until he hits home.

  I need to stop seeking him out in the mirror and concentrate on the road ahead, but it’s difficult. The humming inside my chest excites and terrifies me all in the same breath. Butterflies live inside me, fluttering dutifully to remind me this could all end if my father finds out who I’m dating. Knowing I’ll have to tell him and actually doing so is something I battle with every day. I will tell him, but not yet. Right now, we can live in our bliss a little longer. Maybe I’ll never have to tell him. Dean and I are planning on going to separate schools and this heat between us will inevitably fizzle out, but for now, I’ll keep him a secret.

  My father knows I’m seeing someone. He’s not stupid or naive enough to think at eighteen I wouldn’t be dating, but if he knew whose son, he would end us and see my choice as a betrayal. Just a brat acting out, embarrassing him into taking harsh action.

  Marry me off to Axe, one of his brothers, like I’m a prize horse.

  He would be wrong about my reasons for dating Dean, but he’s stubborn and set in his ways. The rules I’ve been brought up with are never to be broken. When they are, they come with dire consequences, and I’m not ready to face them yet. My Aunt May tells me I must like the burn because I’m always playing with fire, but that’s not true and she’s not even my real aunt. She’s just another whore trying to give herself a role other than pussy hotel.

  It isn’t my purpose to disobey or anger my father; I’m just not like him. He gives me opportunities he didn’t have and then doesn’t want me to explore them. Being born into our family and his way of life wasn’t my choice. My father thinks he’ll get to make all my decisions and that I’ll marry into the family, but he couldn’t be more wrong about what I want from my life. And it is my life. Birthmark or not.

  “We need chips and booze. Pull over at the gas station coming up,” Jenna says from the passenger seat next to me, a touch higher than necessary. Her lips smack together as she chews gum. She pulls a bottle from her purse and begins filling the car with a toxic mist as she coats herself with the sweet-scented perfume. It permeates the air, filling my nostrils and sticking to the back of my throat until I can taste it on my tongue.

  “Stop spraying that shit.” I cough, cracking my window.

  Looking around at the endless darkness, not much else visible around us in the black of night, I shift in my seat and slow the car a little. “This is a dead part of town. Let’s hit one closer to civilization. One that’s not likely to get us carjacked,” I suggest, rolling my eyes at her.

  Her mouth pops open and she does a head jerk before she slaps my thigh; a thigh that’s bare due to the tiny pair of leather shorts she insisted I squeeze into. The sound of skin hitting skin pierces the space between us. She draws her hand up to her chest and screws up her face in pain like she’s the victim and not the one leaving a red handprint.

  Jenna is tall and lithe. She has no ass or tits but legs that go on for days and a waist any corset trainer would kill for, whereas I have both tits and ass. And that ass is currently wedged into her small shorts that I used a coat hanger to zip up.

  Before I can say anything else, she’s grabbing the wheel, forcing me to turn in.

  The tires screech, and she giggles in delight. She’s always going from one emotion to the next. Her extreme moods sometimes cause rifts between us, but they never last long. I’m not one for drama or pampered princesses. I’m not sure how we even ended up here. Six years of friendship. Best friends, defying our parents.

  That’s how, I suppose. We were both lonely and lost in our worlds, looking for acceptance, escape, and a feeling of belonging.

  “You crazy bitch,” I snap, slapping her hand away from the steering wheel.

  Jayson, her latest boyfriend, leans forward, grinning at me. “We have less chance of being seen or carded in these places.”

  Opening the car door, Jenna steps out, and Jayson follows.

  “Do you want me to go in and get us something?” Dean asks, but I shake my head. Jenna and Jayson have already slammed the door closed, abandoning us for the delights of a rundown garage that has a broken blinking light. Flashing letters spell the word ‘open’, only the E doesn’t light up, so it reads “OP N.” It screams horror movie, and a weird pit opens in my stomach. I’d felt it earlier, but Jenna said it was because of what I have planned with Dean tonight. Yet this is different. It’s almost like being haunted by a dull ache threatening to turn into more.

  The small shack-like building with two pumps on its small forecourt and a public phone stand with no receiver located on one of the back roads out of town only strengthens the ache.

  Perfect.

  Climbing into the front seat, Dean’s eyes drag slowly over my attire. The blouse dips at the cleavage, allowing him a tease of what’s to come.

  “Did I mention you look stunning tonight?” he says, his lashes falling over his eyes.

  “Maybe once or twice.” I smirk, and as much as I want to be back in our excited, lust-filled bubble, my insides are spinning with a sense of unease, lurking like a ghost in my shadow.

  Pushing my thick curls behind my ears, I fix my eyes on Jenna, who I can see through the dirt-stained window; she’s giggling while Jayson nibbles her neck.

  My legs jitter with unrest.

  The atmosphere thickens around me in warning. The blue hue of the moon casts a warm glow across the blackened sky and every instinct inside me tells me tonight isn’t going to go as planned.

  Explaining the cloak of doom that saturates my body is impossible. Acid bubbles heavy
in my gut and trickles up my throat. Vibrations tremble in the air, teasing me with their presence before I can actually see the rubber and steel. The rhythmic growl builds from a purr into a roar that sends chills racing up my spine.

  I’d know that sound anywhere, and it incites the same emotion every time. My stomach drops and my heart begins to pound to the pulse of the engines’ reverberations as the three bikes pull into the station and come to rest. My chest is pounding like a war drum, pumping so hard it threatens to burst my veins and decorate the car with red.

  I’ve been found out. This is it.

  Fuck.

  My hands tighten around the steering wheel of Jenna’s Audi. I’d offered to be the driver for the night so Jenna and Jay can get lit. Despite her dad’s dislike for me, his daughter is actually the bad influence on me, not the other way around. Both her parents work away, and most days she’s left to her own devices now she’s too old to have a nanny raising her. She has abandonment issues and her remedy is to let guys in her pants and use her daddy’s money for drugs and alcohol. It had always irritated me that her father could judge my upbringing, and yet his daughter is practically raising herself.

  “You’re trembling,” Dean murmurs. His hand covers mine before he pulls it from the wheel and places the skin to his soft, full lips.

  Three months I’d been keeping him a secret from my family, and my family a secret from him. We are from completely opposite worlds, but he crashed into mine and demanded I take notice. He is an escape in so many ways, but I know reality will come barreling into the fantasy and drag me back screaming. And here it is, on Harley bikes, clad in denim and leather.

  “It’s going to be a good night. You worry too much. Relax. We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

  Relax. He has no idea of the chaos I’m about to bring to his life.

  Shaking my head, I offer a small smile. “It’s not that. I just want to get out of here. It’s creeping me out.”

  The truth is, I’m waiting for the riders to make their way over here, but they haven’t.