All Chapters of Black Aces MC (The Complete series): Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ruin“Hello?” Brown eyes lifted to mine and the first thing I noticed was how similar to Averys her eyes were. And it wasn’t just her eyes either. The brown hair, although shorter was the exact same shade. She was dressed casually, a baggy T-shirt over yoga pants. But it wasn’t her casual outfit or the fact that she looked so much like Avery that took me by surprise. It was the bewilderment on her face as she looked up at me. Like she was confused to see three huge bikers on her doorstep on a Sunday afternoon. “Can I help you?”“You’re Sandra Briel?” Uncertain I threw a glance behind me, meeting Wickeds puzzled expression with one of my own. If this was the wrong house, it would mean we had lost hours. Not only that but we would have traumatised the poor woman in front of us.“Yes…” Her eyes darted to Wicked and then skirted behind him to Truth who hovered by the bikes and her face paled. “Is there something wrong?”She wasn’t acting like I expected her to act. Why wasn’t she thro

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

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’

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

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