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
Arson Carson. I can’t believe he has been alive all this time, but here is sitting across from me while he and Lock sit side by side in front of the computers. Back to work as usual with no time to wrap our heads around the bomb that exploded at Carson being ALIVE. All this time and here he is not dead. I wish Doc Fox wasn’t my damn boss because I would love to pound him for keeping the secret of his little nephew being alive and well all this time. Seven years. That’s how long it’s been but it feels closer to double that if you ask me. I’m mostly angry at him for what his death did to Carley. Lachlan is keeping an eye on Jase, Ransom, JT, Jensen, and Weston via the security feed while Storm and I are the in the van just in case they need backup. The Ravagers are looking to recruit, and our job is to make sure the prince sits on the throne sooner rather than later. We first infiltrate and then figure out the best route to take to remove
JaseMy team is assigned to intercept a drug shipment so that it lands in the Ravager’s lap instead of going to their rival the Damned Forsaken, a crew we have already infiltrated. At least the job to get in the crew will be easy enough and we may not have to spill blood either.We have infiltrated the Damned Forsaken once before. That job almost cost us Lachlan at the end of it. The difference between these jobs the family member wants the leader dead this time.“So you’re Alpha? Gator said you’re the one I need to talk to,” I lift my eyes from my food to find Slater Zen and Camden McCoy looking down at me.“Yeah, I’m him. So Gator is your original contact? I hold a great deal of respect for the man,” I say with a shark’s grin. They both pull up chairs, sitting in them so that their arms rest against the backs of the chairs.“I met him in the ring. It’s the fi
Carley “Sawyer has really turned her dad’s place and she just started college. You will be so proud of her,” Carmen says as we drink yet cup of boozy coffee. “So, have you locked Jeremy down yet?” I ask as we drink yet another cup of boozy coffee. She is crushing on the guy working at the bar with her friend Sawyer. He is a bouncer while Sawyer is training under her dad to take over. She blushes. “No,” she slurs. “I can’t tell if it’s me he likes me or Sawyer. What’s there not to like about Sawyer? She is gorgeous and brilliant when it comes to running a business already. She is going to be an awesome mom.” “C? Have you looked in the mirror lately? You’re gorgeous too and you don’t have the baggage that S does. She is taking over the bar to secure a future for her daughter. She is a teenage mother who had to give up the dancing she loved so much. Let’s face it, Nate isn’t a saint, and one of these days he is going to find himself in p
Chapter 42: Greater PlansLachlanI should be helping Jase cook or help everyone decorate but I’m currently up in the loft sitting on a stool in front of an easel. The view of Jase in Mrs. Channing’s kitchen cooking a Thanksgiving feast alongside Dominic Zanetti is something I felt the need to capture, so now I’m painting it for Jase. I’ve never seen this man so happy since we were kids. I’ve missed this sight of my family, all of them smiling and joking. Even Ransom’s eyes are sparking with laughter and his ‘I’ll you for fun’ smile is not in sight, just his rare genuine one as he glances between watching Carley and Jase.Ransom and Jase have always been close, but I’ve noticed a dynamic shift in their relationship lately. Soft touches and hushed words are exchanged as if they went from closer than brothers, or friends, to lovers. Which is fine with me. I don’t mind. I love my friends. I also mind don’t rubbing against one another during sex. Weston and I used to share girls all the t
JaseI almost forgot what it was like to cook alongside Dominic Zanetti, who is a five-star chef that specializes in Italian cuisine. It’s been at least two years, seeing as how last year it was just Lachlan, Weston, and I while Ransom had already gone to his job in that prison. Dominic and I perform well as a team in the kitchen, understanding what each of us needed in order to prepare the meal. Dominic and I started on it last night. We both brought some items that were prepared last night, but we still had a ton of food to cook this morning in Mrs. Channing’s kitchen. Not that either of us minded since we both brought all of our ingredients and we have been discussing doing a large thanksgiving feast this year since last month. He is still attempting to get me to be his sous chef, but as much as I enjoy cooking for my family, it’s not my passion. Ransom sits beside me at the large tables we have put together to sit almost twenty people for this giant Thanksgiving feast. Chaos is o
Carley By the end of the meal, everyone is spread out around the property. My uncle and his family are outside around the fire pit drinking whiskey with Lidia and granddad Leo, while mom is in the living room with Tempest listening to their tells of what Carson had been like as the teenager they grew up with. As for me and Chaos, we are in the loft of course. Lachlan is working on his painting while I’m stretched out on the couch with my head in Arson’s lap and my feet in Weston’s. Arson is massaging my head, which feels so amazing that I don’t even care about him ruining the arduous work I did this morning curling it. Storm even had to shower behind me while I did so. He is becoming more of a brother figure to me as time goes on with us living together. Mix Arson’s head massage with the foot massage Weston is giving me and I am done for. Completely content and relaxed. “Keep moaning like that and we are all about to have our dicks out,” Ransom snick
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