WestonThe boy I replaced freshman year in C.H.A.O.S. when he died is sitting right there in front of me as I step inside the room before Lachlan.Lachlan shoves me out of his way then stares immobile as shock, relief, and love all show on his face as he locks eyes with the adult version of his dead best friend. His knees give out, slamming into the wooden floors.“Hiya, Lock Bear, long time no see brother.” When the guy smiles at him sitting in the saddle chair I see Carley, if she was a male who was taller and far more muscular. He really is her twin.When Lachlan doesn’t say anything, the guy turns to me. “This is a lot for him to process. I’m Carter. Lachlan knew as Carson…”“Carley’s twin brother,” I finish for him. “You’re supposed to be dead,” I point out to him as if he doesn’t already know that.“I’m not though. Not physically anyway. On paper, Carson Ryan Channing is dead, and for good reason. I would have put my family through the grief if not,” he says as if it’s no big de
Lachlan “Fox said I was going to be furious with him when I came over. Now I know why,” I snort from behind the computer setting the security system, firewalls, and anti-hacking software that Bear and I developed together when I was barely sixteen. That was over two years after first meeting the Death Kings with Ransom. When went over to their ranch one night after Ransom met with Dominic Zanetti aka Demon in a meeting with his sperm donor, who was grooming him at the time to be his puppet on a string. We will never be able to repay them for getting Ransom out from underneath that man. At the time, I despised who my friend was becoming and what was being done to him. Most of all, I loathed the fact there was nothing we could to do help him at the time other than just being there for him. “I’m sorry, Lock. I needed to stay dead so that the people targeting my family would leave mom, Carley, and you guys alone. The Death Kings helped me do that. Even gave me a new identity as Carter R
WestonI am exhausted. I’ve also decided I like Jensen and JT. They’re alright in my book. I can’t fault them for sleeping with Carley. They were lonely. She was lonely. So they found a way to combat that feeling. They reassured me they wouldn’t be touching her sexually again while she was with us. I believe them, especially since I instilled fear into them today. I beat those two blue and red. Neither of them could pin me to the mat, not even together. They couldn't even make me stay down on the mat for a three-count. So, now they know in hand-to-hand combat, I’m superior. I also explained to them how I’m one of the weakest fighters within C.H.A.O.S. The three other men beat me daily. Needless to say, they will be minding their manners when it comes to Carley. Storm watched us the whole time, so now he knows what I’m capable of. According to JT and Jensen, Storm and I are close in fight skills. That doesn't bode well for him if he picks a fight with one of us. “Let’s go, West. We
Chapter 33: You Are Not To Tell Them Jase “So not only is Lachlan having to train Tempest’s tech guy, but you want them working jobs with us for their training? Why?” Ransom asks Ryder Fuchs Jamison aka Fox as he sits at our dinner table. “Because we took you on jobs for your training, so you guys should do the same. You’ve run your own jobs for years, you have the experience to train others,” Ryder says. “Just because we have the experience doesn’t mean we want to, Ryder,” Ransom says with a scowl on his face, crossing his arms across his broad chest. “I understand that which is why this is an order,” Ryder deadpans. “It’s an order, Ran, we have no choice,” I say, knowing we owe this man and his whole family far more than we can ever repay in our lifetime. Plus, they pay us far too much for us to want to quit our job. Most of us grew up with nothing, so of course, we want to make sure that doesn’t happen in the future. This job alone is worth a million dollars, so that’s half a
Chapter 34: You Idiot Jase “Jase wait. We need to talk,” Ransom says with a concerned look on his face and a rasp in his deep voice. So I turn to face him. He releases my arm. ”I don’t like that Ryder knows we are going to be angry with him. This doesn’t bode well for our team, especially since he silenced Lock and West. He is up to something.” I sigh, “That conniving fox is always up to something, Ran. The man always has a well-thought-out plan and remains two steps ahead of anyone he comes into contact with. The fact he is frustrated over this serial killer in town has me more worried than what we going to run into with Tempest tomorrow.” “You think he’ll end up calling in his whole team?” Ransom asks and I shake my head no. “Ali is in the middle of teaching classes at Raider Prep. Dom is in the middle of a restaurant takeover and remodel. Cal, West will know what he is up to. He has called in Jax and Tee so the three of them will probably be enough. If not I have a feeling bot
Carley I woke up this morning the happiest girl in the world. Jase and Ransom surprised me last night by coming over. We ended up in the loft with just blankets and naked bodies. I didn't sleep but a few hours because of them and we continued on sexcapaid this morning as well. I might have developed a bit of foyer kink last night watching them together when I felt too tired to continue. The stamina those two possess is on a much higher level than mine. I need to work on that, because how am I supposed to keep up with five virial men otherwise? “We have to work on our next job tonight so we won’t be able to hang out, but one of us could need medical aid. Do you want to hang out at home, our place, or Tempest’s?” Ransom asks from the shower washing his hair as I do my makeup. “Preston and Stetson won’t be home. They will be staying the night with friends. Weston already arranged all that two weeks ago,” Jase says trading places under the spray with Ransom to rinse off his soapy body.
Arson “Dammit, Clyde, put me down!” We hear a woman scream the moment we get to the warehouse Tempest is borrowing. We have Carley safely nestled between us all so no one would even know she is there amongst that wall of muscle. My fist pounds on the door and then we hear a roar. “You bit me!” JT opens the door with an amused look on his face. “Where’s Cactus? He asks and before we can stop her, Carley launches herself into his arms as we scowl, crossing our arms over our chest. “Hi Capone!” she chirps as soon as he puts her down. He ruffles her hair like you would a little kid. That's a very brotherly gesture. “Hey. Looks like you won’t be spending the night alone. Carmen decided to stop by. Why tonight, I have no idea. You would think the little brat would have waited until the weekend instead of a Thursday night.”
Carley“Who are you?” Jase’s deep voice cracks like lightning."You know who I am, Earth Bear. You all do. Don't they, Lock Bear?" My undead twin brother taunts his former friend.This cannot be real. He has to be zombie or a doppelganger. There is no way that the voice of Carter Moreau is the adult version of my dead brother. He just can't be!“Carley look at me,” Ransom demands his thumbs pressing in an alternating rhythm against the tops of my hands. Tears are flowi
Carley I am sitting with my feet propped up doing coursework on my laptop while watching my uncle Jaxson, along with my husband Arson, teaching dance lessons. Jax and Air are teaching hip-hop to children who range from 5 to 18 today. Other days, they teach ballet, tap, jazz, and lyrical. Jaxson is doing most of the teaching until Arson can dance all day again. His legs tire quickly. I don't need to eat saltines and ginger ale constantly to avoid vomiting, but I still can't tolerate the taste or smell of cooked ground beef. All thanks to the hamburger, I vomited back up. Gross. I smile at the memory. I thought Jase was going to keel over from embarrassment since he was the one who cooked. He understood. Lachlan had just announced I was pregnant hours before. The grief-stricken look on Jase’s face is anything but joyful as he looks at me now. His hair is still wet from a shower. I look around for my other husbands, but they aren’t present. I watch as his Adam’s Apple bo
Carley It's been months since Lachlan conquered his fear of cigarette smoke by doing to his mother what she used to do to him. He and the others put their cigarettes out on her before Ransom came up with the idea to light her on fire. She burned to death on the concrete of that mansion's patio. Aftermath Crew was called in by Uncle Ryder to handle the disposal of the bodies of Francis Hartley and Julia Snipe. Lachlan is in a much better place now not having to deal with the stress of That Woman breathing down his neck. Hanging on the wall is a painting of our family. I'm holding our son and all five guys are gathered around the hospital bed staring with adoration at our tiny newest member. I wasn't very nice while in labor for fourteen hours. I cursed them all and called Jase a 'bad Daddy' for doing to this me as I pushed our son out. The doctor and nurse gave him some disgusted looks which was made worse by Ransom agreeing with me. Speaking of Ransom... “Rainy, if you wake up t
LachlanI put this off as long as possible. I don’t want to be here in this house, even my father’s ghost is unwelcome. I don’t want to deal with this woman, but I must. She gave birth to me, but that doesn’t mean I can tolerate being in her presence for long. It’s been over a month since she requested I be at her diner. She got her wish, just not as she expected.I'm in a charcoal suit with a silk yellow tie, and Carley is wearing a gorgeous yellow lace dress with an off-the-shoulder style. On the other side of Carley is Weston, who is wearing the same suit I am. Before we arrived, there was a wedding ceremony.“Breathe, Hotel. I can tell you aren’t by the lack of sound coming from you,” Jase says through the earpiece.“We got you covered,” Doc Fox says through the earpiece, holding a glass up toward us to signal the supposed man of honor has arrived at the party. Ryder is weari
Ransom"Look, boss, we didn't find Grothman's body. I've told you that daily for weeks now. The cops said he was dead, but he wasn't in that cave where Carley said he would be." Colton's words send a sense of foreboding into me as he talks with Ryder. He'll be back.
Razor"Who are we going after for this, boss?" One of my older members asks.I currently can't talk, since I had my throat stitched up. So here I sit in a hospital, a "victim" of gang violence. I wasn't about to fess to being the leader of one of the gangs. Both those killed each other according to the story I wrote and signed for the police and the federal agents.Amongst the feds, I swear I saw none other than the youngest Zen, Slater. What an exciting bit of juicy information that is. He didn't notice me, which is a small mercy.I wrote on my notepad that we would take care of all that later. I need a plan first.I'll have to be carefu
Lachlan"I'm exhausted. I'm taking Uncle Jax's fruit snacks and going to bed," Carley says with a yawn. "Take Air with you. I'll help you get him to bed," Weston suggests. Arson fell asleep in his chair due to the morphine drip Ryder had given him earlier. So I'm glad Weston is going with them. "Sounds great," Carley yawns and I gather up the giant box of fruit snacks Sidhe brought. He claimed that keeps a stash of juice boxes and fruit snacks in his car for his baby nephews. I don't doubt that, but I also know Sidhe, they are more for him than his nephews Kassius and Darius. He only sees Darius once a month when they go visit Gator's mother in Grele. "I'll walk you out. I'm going to stay and keep an eye on the other two," I inform them. "Somebody sober should," Weston says pointing his chin and Doc Fox and Gator who are drinking whiskey straight from the bottle. This going to be an interesting night with some mixing alcohol with pain meds and others getting crossfaded like the
Carley"Stop being such a big baby, J. Sit still," I hiss."That burns you brat," Jase snarls. "That's why you need this local anesthetic I'm attempting to put around the wound. You keep jerking your shoulder away from me," I growl at this infuriating man. He is being ridiculous. He is snapping, snarling, and flinching. He is awful when he is in pain. He didn't behave this badly when I bandaged his leg. I glance over to find Tee inserting a syringe of liquid into a juice box he hands over to Jax. Ryder nods to him. I briefly leave Jase to talk with my uncle. "What did Tee put in that juice box he handed to Jax?" I ask in a hushed tone as he stitches up Storm's calf. "Vicodin mixed with peanut butter whiskey in his apple juice so can't taste it. Why? Is Alpha being a big baby and getting on your ever-lovin nerves?""He is on my last nerve. Seriously! What is his problem?" I grumble. Ryder gives me a knowing gentle smile. "Baby bear, you scared him. The first thing he saw was you
Jase“What were you thinking, getting shot?” Ransom yells at me as I attempt to staunch my bleeding shoulder.I glare at him for daring to use such an indignant tone with me, acting as if I purposefully got shot to inconvenience him. “Watch it, Hound,” I snarl at him, already enraged about being shot in the first damn place. Then I look at him and see the large patch on his eye. I searched him for other wounds, but I couldn’t tell underneath the long-sleeved black shirt, bulletproof vest, and black cargo pants with combat boots on his feet if he was injured anywhere else. I touch his face with a bloody hand over the patch.“You can give a thorough inspection later, Daddy. Right now, we need to get out of here,” he says with a suggestive wink, causing my dick to tent my black jeans.
Carley When we arrive, it’s all-out war. Ravagers against Damned Forsaken with my entire family caught in the crossfire. Even Lydia and Grandad Leo, with his friends, are here. What gets my attention is the group on motorcycles pulling up beside us, with Ryder and Lachlan in Ryder’s custom vintage car. There are two teenage boys in the group as well. A gruff man with tattoos, long blonde hair, and a scruffy beard pulls Ali into a hug. “Hey, Sissy.” “Hey, Bubba,” Ali replies, pulling back so they can face Ryder. So this guy must be Grimm, her older brother. They look a lot alike, minus the hair color. “Is that our boys taking cover in the middle, Frosty?” He asks Uncle Ryder. “Unfortunately, Reaper, yes, that’s our team. Sierra and Sidhe are picking off as many as they can. But, of course, Jaxson gave away his position. Collector,” Ryder addresses another honey-blonde man with his hair in a messy top not, clean-shaven face, an