RuinShe was gone, and she hadn’t even put up a fight. Her room was exactly the same as when I had left it. Her dirty clothes strewn across the floor. The bedsheets in disarray. Lifting the pillow to my face I sucked in a breath. It still smelt like her. How was it possible that she could be everywhere, like a damn ghost haunting the home of her childhood? And yet be nowhere at all.Avery was gone. The only thing that was out of place in the entire house was the bleeding old man I had left in a crumpled heap in the living room.Cutter. I had trusted him to keep her safe. Because I had known… I HAD KNOWN SHE WAS IN DANGER. I hadn’t known where it would could from but I should have followed my gut and stayed with her. My instincts had told me to, and they were rarely wrong. I always followed my instincts which was why I was sergeant at arms. A position I had been given on my own merit and not because my father was President. Everyone knew I was the real brains behind the Black Aces a
Avery“Here?” I couldn’t keep the scepticism from my voice as Dean pulled the car up in front of the most decrepit bar I had ever seen. It made Cooks look like an upscale wine bar.“Yeah.” My husband didn’t look at me, instead staring straight ahead, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white.Was he nervous about seeing his crazy ass lover? Or was it something else? Either way, the stony way he was staring straight ahead was making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.“Dean?” What the hell was wrong with him? Why wasn’t he moving, storming in there and getting Parker back from the bitch who took him? “Yes, Ava?” Finally, he flicked his eyes to me. But it was like he didn’t really see me. “Does she really want to meet you here, it looks like a biker bar but one that hasn’t been looked after for a long time.”“It used to be a biker bar I think, now….” He shook himself. “It doesn’t matter now. This is how you will get Parker back. Or do you need to
Ruin“Where the hell is she?” I screamed it in Truths face. I didn’t care that none of this was his fault. Same as he didn’t care that I was shouting right into his face.It had been hours, and with every passing second, a pit of dread was opening in my stomach, threatening to swallow me whole. The longer she was gone the more it grew. Avery was in trouble I knew it. And where was I? Kicking my heels in the clubhouse when I should be out looking for her. I wasn’t used to sitting back and let others do the work for me.It was killing me.“We will find her, Ruin we will. You don’t even know for sure something is wrong.”But I did know, same as I knew that if she was hurt, I would never forgive myself for letting her down again, even if she forgave me.“I know, I know that son of a bitch Dean is hurting her.” “Dad’s hurting my mum?” Parker sounded small, like a lost boy. Whirling I held my hands out to him. I hadn’t even realised they were back. “Parker.” I took a step forward, I hadn’
AveryIt smelt funny, wrong somehow even half asleep it made me want to gag. And the bed I was laying on felt wrong. Hard and lumpy. It made even my bed back at my fathers feel like it was made from a cloud.My eyes fluttered open, and the dim light sent a wave of white-hot pain through my head. That’s when it came back to me.It was all wrong because I wasn’t at home, or at my father’s. I was in a bar and my asshole of an ex-husband had punched me in the face. It came back to me in a rush, everything that had happened.That son of a bitch, groaning I forced myself to sit upright. Glancing around me. No wonder it felt like a plank of wood was under me, it wasn’t a bed at all. It was a table. A long table. With what looked like chains at either end.Now, why would a table need chains, unless? I swung my legs off the table, and they dangled, swinging wildly as white-hot pain speared my brain again.That son of a bitch had knocked me out. He had closed his fist and sucker punched me.
RuinThe waiting was killing me. She was in there. And that son of a bitch was doing god knows what to her. Maybe not even just him.He was charging for the privilege of hurting my woman. Charging them, it made my blood boil.Waiting had never been something I was good at but Truth had been right. We couldn’t go in there all guns blazing. There was no way of knowing exactly how many men were in there or whether they were armed. I couldn’t save Avery with a bullet in my head.I had to wait for Truths signal. How he had even managed to get inside was anyone’s guess. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to know. What I did want was Avery. Out of there and in my arms. “Wh….” I snapped my mouth shut as Wicked held up a hand, silencing me. His eyebrows pinched together in concentration.“Shut up I’m trying to listen.”Listen to what? Truth had said he would signal us but hadn’t gone into detail. Maybe that’s what Wicked was listening for. Some kind of signal.“Now.” Wicked moved with more speed tha
AveryHe was avoiding me.Not ignoring me but definitely avoiding. He kissed my cheek anytime we were in the same room, which wasn’t very often. He was polite but he couldn’t hide the distance in his eyes when he looked at me.He was gone. I could tell. Whatever he had seen in that room or thought he had seen had changed the way he felt. And it stung. It stung so much it was like a knife carving out my heart. But I couldn’t blame him. Me having a crazy psychotic ex-husband hadn’t been what he had signed up for. As long as he was there for Parker that’s all that mattered.Or at least that’s what I kept telling myself as the days passed. It was worse somehow this awkward politeness between us than anything else I had been through. And then there are the club girls. Girls who I knew I shouldn’t be jealous of that hung off his every word and touched him every chance they got. I hadn’t seen him get freaky with anyone but I wasn’t stupid. I had grown up here so I knew how things worked.
Truth Tattoos.It was time for another one. It had been time for another one for weeks. My body was covered in them, bright, colourful ones that women loved.My own personal story of violence and death.Sure they were beautiful but wasn’t death beautiful? In its own macabre way?Who was I kidding? Death wasn’t beautiful. I only told myself that so I could sleep at night. I had been telling myself that every day since I had first squeezed a trigger and ended someone’s life. Snuffed them out like a candle flame. That had been during conflict. A war where I wasn’t even sure who my enemy really was.Now I knew who they were. It was a different type of war now, sure, but it was still a battle. Of sorts anyway.Pushing open the heavy door, I scanned the large shop front. My eyes squinting. Usually, this place was a hubbub of activity. The sound of the tattoo gun filling the air with its whirl, but today it was quiet. No one sat in the chair by the window. And there was no sign of the man
Cali Drumming my fingers on the worn wood of the table by the corner, I let my eyes scan the bar around me. My eyelashes fluttering against my cheeks. The room was almost full. But then that was to be expected on a Friday night. There couldn’t be many places to party in a town like this. Maybe one or two bars at a push. And it seemed like Cooks was the place to be if you were a leather wearing biker or the women that gravitated towards them. I was neither, but I had to admit I liked the atmosphere. I enjoyed watching people I had since I was a child, and there were plenty of people to watch here. Each one of them with their own hidden story for me to untangle. I liked the mystery of it all. I had always been good at reading people ever since I was a child. It was something I prided myself on. Again I drummed my fingers on the wood just inches from my beer. He was late. Glancing at my watch, I frowned. He wasn’t just late; he was really, really late. Over an hour, to be exact.
Gent“Baby.” I stared down at her face as she blinked her eyes awake, confusion making them cloudy.I had sat by her bedside for hours, worrying and not able to do anything but wait. The doctors said she was okay, that her burns were just superficial but I couldn’t help but worry.“Baby, it’s ok.” I smoothed back her frizzy hair. The usual silky strands were singed. She would have to have it all cut off, but it was a small price to pay.Panic ripped across her face as she struggled to sit upright, her eyes wild.“Bobby...”Gently, I forced her back against the pillows. My touch was light, but she hissed in pain anyway. “Gem, look at me. Bobby is safe. Parker got him out.” She visibly relaxed, all the fight leaving her as she relaxed back. Tears sprung up in her eyes. “Thank god. He’s a good boy. Brave. Even when Young….” She trailed off. Her bottom lip started to tremble. “Young Blood?”“Dead. You don’t have to worry about him anymore. You and Bobby are safe.” I wanted her to believe
GentMy hand raised to those behind me as a lanky figure detached itself from the looming industrial buildings flanking the road that surrounded the gates of the Black Aces compound.Parker was hunkered down, with something clutched in his arms. My heart stuttered to a stop as he looked up at me with wide, terrified eyes. Stepping away from the body at my feet, I rushed over to him. “Parker.” I reached for the baby in his arms, and he shied away like I was a threat. I let my hand fall to my side as Ruin came up. His face troubled.“Hey, son, it’s ok. You're safe now.”Finally, recognition flickered to life in Parker’s eyes. “Ruin?”Ruin folded the boy into his arms. “Right here, Parker. Right here. You’re safe now, I promise. Give the baby to his dad. Are you hurt?” Ruin was talking in a rush of words. But somehow, Parker understood them. Bobby was passed over to me, and I wasted no time in checking over his tiny frame. He looked unharmed, but I was still going to make Young Blood h
GemmaThe sound of a gunshot echoed from the darkness, making me jump. In my arms, Bobby let out a wail. I clutched him closer to my chest. My hands reached up to cover his tiny little ears.“It’s ok, it’s ok.” I wasn’t sure who I was speaking to. Him or me. But it was a mantra I kept mumbling in the back of Young Blood’s car.I had expected him to take us out of town and fast when he forced us from my tiny flat. So it was a surprise when he pulled up in front of the Black Aces compound.The man on the gate, someone I didn’t recognise, had seen the cut on Young Blood’s back and waved him forward with a friendly smile. Just one brother welcoming another. He didn’t see the gun until too late. Young Blood shot him without warning. There was no other sound but that loud boom. It echoed in the empty road. But it gave me hope. Surely someone in the clubhouse would have heard it. They would have realised that something was happening and they would be ready. They would help Bobby and me. “
GentSome son of a bitch had set fire to my shop. There was no way it was an accident. The smell of the accelerant was strong even after the fire department had doused the flames. Someone had purposely set fire to my livelihood. The business I had spent years growing. All those memories were gone. And it was my only source of legit income. Income I needed to support my family.Gemma and Bobby were my family. She would be worried about me. I had told her that I would check in as soon as I knew what was going on. With everything going on, I hadn’t managed to text her.Pulling my phone from my pocket, I frowned down at the screen.She hadn’t replied to any of my earlier messages. She hadn’t even opened them. A niggling unease settled in the pit of my stomach. There was no reason for it, but I couldn’t deny it.“You have insurance, don’t you?” Truth had obviously misunderstood the look on my face. “Yeah, of course.” “Then why do you suddenly look constipated?” As usual, nothing much g
Gent“Fuck.” Gent moved quickly. Using his much wider body to shield me from view. Not that it mattered now, they had all seen. We must have been so engrossed in each other that we hadn’t even heard them arrive, let alone knock on the door and make their way into the garden when we didn’t answer. “Get dressed.” His fingers closed my blouse over my naked chests. It didn’t seem to matter to him that his jeans were around his ankles and his bare ass on display. Gent thought about me first. Just like a gentleman. His lips brushed over mine, and for a second, I forgot the audience we had in the garden as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Someone outside wolf-whistled loudly, and I ducked my head into his chest as he laughed. “Dressed, Gem.”He stood there as I righted my clothes, his eyes never leaving me. And it was only when I had pulled my panties into place under my skirt that he finally turned. “You guys are assholes.” With a sigh, he unlocked the kitchen door. Letting them all f
GemmaI now knew why they called him Gentleman, and it had nothing to do with his almost old fashioned respect for women. Although I was pretty sure that had a lot to do with it.No, Gentleman was called Gentleman because he always made a woman cum, numerous times in my case. “You look lost in thought?”His voice made me jump. Turning in my seat, I let my eyes drift over him. His dark hair was still wet from the shower, his jeans gaping, but it was the bare chest that made my mouth water. I continued to stare at him. What was it about a shirtless man holding a baby that made my ovaries ache?Gent’s smile grew. It was like he could read my thoughts. “See something you like?”I nodded eagerly. “A shirtless man holding a baby? What’s not to like?”“So it could be any man? As long as he was shirtless and holding a baby?” One dark eyebrow wiggled suggestively. Laughing, I tilted my chin. I tried to hide my teasing smile from him. “I think I like you the best, though.”Gent stalked towar
Gent Gemma tried to hide it. But she was afraid. It wasn’t that she said anything out loud. She didn’t need to. After living with her for so long, I knew that look on her face. When Gemma got frightened, she got fidgety and quiet. And I fucking hated it.Hated that she was scared again. This shit was meant to be over. I had promised her it would be over if we came home. Fucking Young Blood had played us all. Acted like a friend and a brother so he could betray us, and he had made me out to be a liar.I had promised her she would be safe.Shaking my head, I cocked my head to the side. Listening to the quiet sound of Gem singing Bobby to sleep. She couldn’t hold a tune to save her life, but she always did it. “Gem?” Silently I padded to her bedroom. I knew she would be over Bobby’s cot. She would be finishing her song even if the lad was asleep. It was just what she did. Slowly she turned, a small uncertain smile playing over her lips. “Hi.” She whispered. “He’s asleep.” She said i
GemHe had proposed.With his dick in my mouth, he had bloody proposed. Like I would take him seriously asking at such a moment. Not that I would take him seriously anyway.It was much too soon for that. Even if we had been living together as friends for a year. It wasn’t like it had been anything but a platonic relationship. We were growing closer, and I had feelings for him, but that didn’t mean we should run away and tie the knot. I had a sneaky suspicion it had more to do with the fact that all of his friends were settling down rather than him wanting to spend his life with me.Glancing at him from beneath the curtain of my hair as I wiped down one of the dusty sides in what used to be his tattoo parlour, I studied his face. He was frowning down at something in his hands. Like the wad of crumpled up paper, he was holding held bad news.“Everything ok?” It seemed like an eternity until he smiled at me. A beautiful flash of white against the dark whiskers on his cheeks. “Yeah, ev
Gent“So you and Gem?” Ruin was trying hard to sound casual. Trying and failing. Slowly I turned to him. “What do you mean?” I knew exactly what he meant. He was worried about me sliding into the role of daddy to his half brother. He also seemed to have forgotten that I was the one who had watched Bobby come into this world. “Rumour has it you two are a couple.” There was no hesitation in his voice this time. “That you have moved in with her.”Moved in? I frowned. Sure, I had spent every night there with her body against mine, driving me insane. But seeing as she wouldn’t let me do anything but kiss her, I wasn’t sure if I could say we were a couple. I wanted to take things to the next level. And she was dragging her heels. Something was holding her back. I just didn’t know what it was. “I stay there sometimes.” I sipped my beer non committedly. Truth was, I didn’t even want it. “That’s all.” None of this was any of their business. It was none of the club’s business what went on b