Carley Lachlan and Weston are walking with me to the parking lot. We all decided to go somewhere for lunch today, so I have a man on either arm currently. "Do you have any afternoon classes today?" Lachlan asks and I shake my head no. "How about later when I drop Wes off to get his mom car so he can pick up his brothers, you and I go for a ride?" He asks walking up to a gunmetal grey car that is as sexy as Jase's. "Aren't you sweet, asshole?" Weston grumbles sarcastically giving Lachlan the middle finger. Lachlan flips him off in return and sticks his tongue out at his friend. I chuckle to myself, then beam at Lachlan. "Sounds great, Lock Bear!" I chirp excitedly eyeing his car. "Perfect, let's go then, Moon Bear. You'll have to ride in Wes's lap," Lachlan says before sliding into the driver's seat. I shrug my shoulders. "Fine with me. You good with it West Bear?" I ask Weston. He pulls me into his body. "Of course, baby girl," he purrs sliding a finger down the side of m
LachlanSeeing Carley in Weston’s lap again should be making me jealous, but no, it’s making my dick hard. I’m not Jase or Ransom, fighting to have her for myself. Although, I’m sure at this point Jase would choose us over Carley or choose Carley for the rest of us, even if he can’t have her. Jase never puts himself first. I wish he would at least once in his life.We drop Weston off at the house so he can get his car to go pick up his little brothers from school. While he is doing that, I’m going to take our girl for a ride in my car. A car that was custom-made and worth millions. Thanks to our job we all have amassed a small fortune.I take Carley to the drag racing track. I need to blow off a little steam, anyway. The night before school started, I told Jase not to go in on his own when we tracked down our mark. The rest of us were just minutes away. I swear Jase had a death wish that night, not wanting to deal with another year without Carley in our lives.I speed down the track o
Carley One, two, three, and four Chaos boys are sitting in the living room. I’m holding the hand of the fifth boy. Wait. That can’t be right. There should be one missing. One, two, three, four, look up at the fifth Chaos boy. There are five. Why are there five boys instead of four? The Chaos boy holding my hand is equally as confused as I am. My missing Chaos boy steals my breath away. He isn’t small anymore. His gaze is cutting and almost devoid of emotion. Two frozen ice-blue eyes. His razored hair comes just under his square jaw. His once inky-black hair has been dyed midnight blue. He has a septum piercing, each of his eyebrows has two piercings, his bottom lip has a spider bite, and his ear lobes are covered. He has a black leather collar on his throat and leather bands on his tattoo-covered arms. He is in all black. A deadly vibe comes off him in waves. My eyes are drawn to the tattoo on his neck. It’s of a blonde girl in cowboy boots sitting under a pecan tree cross-legged,
*Trigger Warning*: Mention of attempted sexual assaultWestonI’m dropping Preston off at the high school when my ex-girlfriend decides to walk up. The cheating girl is noticeably pregnant. Crap! Please tell me that kid ain’t mine. If it is though, Chaos will be taking the kid. “Hey, Wes, how are you? I didn’t know you were on little brother duty.” Audrey Wilton is walking up to me. “Always. How are you?” I’m leaning up against my black Mercedes SUV. I use this car to get my younger to where they need to go.“Pregnant.” I shift on my feet feeling uncomfortable with a scowl on my face. She giggles. “Relax, the baby isn’t yours. I did a paternity test already. You know the rich guy from Cutter U that I’ve been seeing?” I nod at Audrey knowing that’s the guy she cheated on me with. “Well, it’s his.”“Congratulations,” I say noticing a huge rock on her finger, looks like the guy is at least doing the right thing by Audrey. I caught her cheating, but we still broke up on friendly terms.
WestonThe rest of the day is uneventful. However, Carley hasn’t come out to the cars yet. We are waiting to give her a ride, something is wrong.Jase nods to me and Lachlan so we make our way to the nearest girls' restroom, the one Carley would have gone into after leaving her backpack with Arson. We knock on the door, but there is no answer, so we try to open it, but something is blocking the door.Then we hear this tribal yell, and the door falls open to Carley banging some girl’s head into the sink. Another one tackles her back, punching her in the face but Lachlan and I watch with fascination as Carley flips the girl, she is now on top of. Her fists are flying into the girl’s face. The girl starts crying and begging."She’s had enough, baby girl,” I say in a booming voice.Carley doesn’t hear me, so I pull her off the girl who has a broken nose and her face is already starting to swell. Carley’s foot connects with my balls, so I hold it hostage with my thighs. People who fight di
Carley Surprisingly, Mom doesn’t say anything to me about the state of my face, not that it mattered because Lachlan told her all about it. Mom was thrilled to see him. I guess she missed having him around as much as I did. She has some very embarrassing stories about Lachlan and Carson. It made my heart ache but in the best way as if we are honoring Carson’s memory by talking about him. “In hindsight, it probably wasn’t the best idea to run around naked while camping in the pasture. Carson and I wanted to see what it was like to live as nature intended. Having to show Mom our itchy red dicks was mortifying.” Everyone chuckles at Lachlan’s words, even Storm. Instead of blushing he just laughs. It’s so weird to have the boys at the table when it’s been the four of us for three years. “Lock Bear should have been one of my kids. I swear he was never home, just spent all his time here. Mike and I raised him as we did the twins.” Mom’s eyes then get teary. “I’m so sorry, Lock, I
Ransom Helping Carley to her room is a slow process. She is in so much pain from the beating she took this afternoon. She did well not letting her family see the extent of it, but now that she is alone with us, she shows her vulnerability. It is another change she has made, one I’m thankful for. This means she is no longer hiding crap from us like she did before she wrecked us by disappearing. When she winces. I want to do more than frighten the piss out of those girls who damaged Carley’s body. I now want to make good on my threat to them. Sneak inside their homes while they sleep, slitting their throats with a red-hot blade so there isn’t such a mess, allowing them to die slowly due to suffocation and not quickly from the blood loss once I nick their carotid artery. They will scream but nothing will come out and no one at all will be able to help them. They will be all alone. “Ran, can you help with my shirt? I can’t lift it,” Carley says pulling me out of my reverie with her pain
Ransom I wake up to my dick straining to get out of my boxers to be between Carley’s ass cheeks. It doesn’t help that she subconsciously back’s her rear into me. Jase’s hand is resting on her hip with one knee pressed between her legs. She wanted both of us to sleep with her last night, but if she keeps this up, we going to move her in with us and buy a custom bed big enough for all six of us to sleep in comfortably. I begin stroking Jase’s hand and arm to see if he would wake up, if not I have a plan. All I hear in the quiet is Jase’s breathing picking up. I kiss the back of Carley’s neck her eyes flutter open with a moan. “Is he hard?” I ask her. She nods so I adjust to being able to reach around her to feel for myself. Sure enough with just slight touches of our hands, he is rock hard in his boxer briefs. “Do you want to wake him up together?” I’m whispering so as not to wake our sleeping beauty. She nods again. Perfect. I slide down the bed so that I’m not putting any weight on
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