Razor
I made myself at home in a secluded trailer park surrounded by my crew. And unfortunately, my Momma. Being one-handed isn’t easy and thankfully I have a caring woman to help me. Also, by her being with me, the Death Kings can’t try to use her against me again.
The Kings used my momma to trade for their niece years ago when I took her just after my hired assassins killed three members of their family. I don't know what's wrong with women who are involved with the Kings. They are little sluts with multiple lovers. It just isn't natural. I like a proper monogamous relationship between one man and one woman.
Now, I must admit I didn’t think Gator’s little niece would be skilled enough to get the drop on me to sever my hand when I kidnapped her. It was so easy to do because she was the one who didn't have a team of men surrounding her like the others.
But, oh, that fucking little Vip
Sawyer“I’m sorry to have called you in and ruined whatever you had going with these two,” Dillan says with a wink of their sparkling neon pink eye.“D, sweetie, I love you, but I will not go to jail for fucking children. These two are minors. They are fourteen. To top it off, they’re family.”“Well, they look legal,” Dillan says with a wave of their well-manicured hand, sporting a set of neon marble coffin nails.“Thank you for the compliment, gorgeous,” AC purrs at them.Dillian makes a show of themselves as if they are hot bothered by this teenage flirt. “Oooo, baby. I wanna keep you.” They croon, giving the kid a wink.Kassius watches the exchange with a smirk, and I roll my eyes at them. “The boys are here to work D, not have fun. They got into major trouble with their father and mother, so they are now going to be attending Venin Federation A
UnknownI don't understand why I was sent on the bullshit assignment for Prez Viper. Why couldn't he just call his granddaughter to pick up her old man from the pen? I have nothing against Nate. I like the man. He is a good man who raised his daughter on his own. Couldn't have been easy being the treasure for his old man's MC and taking care of a little girl. Not that I understood it much.I was eighteen when I joined the club and Nate's little girl was ten; I think? I've had to work my way up the rankings and now I'm the Sargent-At-Arms. I scoff at that thought. I'm more like a glorified executioner. Not that I'm complaining. I'm good at my job and enjoy the bloodshed. I'm off my rocker, but what can say? I was made this way. Being locked in a closet because you have the devil in you is bound to screw you up. Screw me up, as the case may be. Guess my mother was right. I must have the devil in me to enjoy my life.However, I do not enjoy waiting
Sawyer“Capone. Heard you saved my bouncer tonight. Whatcha doin' here?” I ask sitting in the booth across from JT.He looks delectable in his gray three-piece pinstripe suit with his blonde gelled back on top of his head. His fedora and blazer lay beside him on the seat, and the white sleeves of his button-down were rolled up to his elbows. His silver and dark gray striped tie is loose enough that the top button is undone. There is a slight pink to his cheek and ears that tells me he is drunk or close to it. “Needed a few drinks where I wouldn’t be bothered about work stuff. Also, I knew I would see, eventually,” he says with the grin of a cat who got his cream.“You were right about seeing me at my club. So, did you just come here to drink, or is there something else you need?” I ask with a purr as I stroke his
Unknown Sawyer is all woman. She knows what she wants when she wants it. I respect that. I will give this vixen my dick on a plate if she wants. I’m that enthralled by her. I thought I was twisted, but this woman… I just met my match. I like her father, I still think my future president and I will get along well as friends. After seeing this man slice up that crooked pedophile of an ex-cop, I have high respect for Nate. I’m not sure whether he’ll shoot me dipping my stick in his daughter. There is only one way to find out. “I’ll fuck you now and still do my job so well that you’ll reward me with your pussy again before we say goodnight,” I reply. Her blue lips curl into a grin. “I need the help tonight, so I dare you to prove it.” Ah, shit. I really am in trouble with this one. I know one taste of the venomous rainbow beauty will never be enough. That’s okay. I’ll let her sink her fangs into me so often that’ll become
StormDrunk, sitting on a bar stool at Gator’s Den, was not how I was expecting this night to end. But I am grieving for the perceived woman I thought Sawyer would be. I wanted to come home to have her stake her claim on us, as Carley did to C.H.A.O.S. I wanted to be needed by her just as much as she needed us, again like Carley and C.H.A.O.S. I don’t know why I expected Sawyer to be Carley.I guess I’m envious of her relationship with C.H.A.O.S.?I’ll admit had romantic notions when, at first, JT, Jensen, and I were dating her. Then my mother and her mother hooked up. Carley and I had sex, and it felt wrong. She has become my friend and not a friend with benefits like Carley, JT, and Jensen. Just friends, almost as if she was an older sister instead. Someone I could idolize.It’s difficult not to love Carley. She is easy to love with her caring heart, smiling blue eyes, and soft nature. She is the
SawyerI'msitting inmy office after closing, waiting for the man who managed to surprise me tonight. Iwasn'texpecting my father to come inwiththe handsome biker, who seemedto knowexactly whatIneeded. He worked hard andI'mnot ashamed to say he more than earned his right to bend me over this desk. I even cleanedit offwhile twiddling my thumbs.Ineed thatman tohurry and walkthroughthat doorI'mstaring at while holding an envelope of cash for him.I'mpaying him under the table tonight for the help andI'mgoing to hire himtomorrow. I told Cruz to send him to me as soon as they were done cleaning.Come on tall, dark, and…fiddlesticks! I twirled the envelope right off the front of my desk. With a sigh of disgust at myself for being so distracted by a
JensenMy mouth is dry, and my head is pounding. I vaguely remember falling asleep in the car while JT chewed our asses out for drinking and fighting. The bikers started it. Storm and I finished it, is all. Were we supposed to let them beat us bloody?I like to fight, but I’m not a masochist. I don’t enjoy pain, but it helps to clear the brain. When I fight I can focus on it with blank uncluttered mine. I can’t meditate on shit, so the only way I can achieve mindfulness is while fighting. Or maybe I’m just hyper-focusing? I was diagnosed with ADHA while I was a kid. There is a knock on my bedroom door. “Hey, Jen. I brought you some painkillers, water, and hair of the dog.” “Thank you, wifey,” I
TraitorCarter “Hello, Orpheus. I’m surprised you are alive, little traitor. If Ryder or Storm were Griffen, you’d be dead. Traitors end up disintegrating in a barrel until they become traitor soup. Isn’t that right, Book?” Ajax asks after we load the bed of the truck and climb in. He is sitting behind me with a blade pressed against my cerebral vertebrae. Booker is in the backseat beside Ajax while Jensen starts the truck. I look up into the rearview mirror to see a curved knife against Ajax's throat with blood trickling down it. “I warned you before. Don’t call me Book,” he snarls at Ajax. I gulp. Sweat is sliding down my face. I’m about to die. I know it. Callum almost killed me and would have if it weren’t for Sawyer and Natalie the day Razor Grothman had me service, Julia Snipe. She could have raped Ransom that day, but there was no way I was going to let her do that. I was bad enough that Razor had scooped his eye out.Ransom was still my twin si