Shattered Trust : DreamCatcher MC
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Shattered Trust
DreamCatcher MC book 3
Liberty Parker
Contents
Acknowledgments
CHARACTER BIBLE
Note to Readers
Blurb
Prologue
1. Kruger
2. Kruger
3. Kruger
4. Kruger
5. Stella
6. Kruger
7. Kruger
8. Kruger
9. Stella
10. Kruger
11. Stella
12. Stella
13. Kruger
14. Kruger
15. Stella
16. Stella
17. Kruger
18. Kruger
19. Kruger
20. Stella
21. Stella
22. Kruger
Epilogue
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Copyright
Shattered Trust
DreamCatcher MC Novel
Copyright © Liberty Parker 2020
Published by Liberty Parker
Models: Robert Kelly & Kayce Kyle
Photographer: Dante Dellamore
Cover by Dark Water Covers
Edited by: Darlene Tallman
Formatting by: Liberty Parker
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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. All characters in this book are fiction and figments or the author’s imagination. No part of this story is based on any true events or anyone’s life. If any MC names used by any real or true person it is coincidental and in no way based on them or any real-life human being living or not.
Dedication
This book is dedicated to Liberty’s Luscious Ladies. After the disaster (in my eyes) of the release of Charlee’s Choices; you all encouraged me to continue with the series. If it wasn’t for you all… the series would’ve died out and we wouldn’t have fell in love with Gunner & Cameron nor Kruger & Stella. Thank you for all of your encouragement, I’ve really enjoyed writing their stories.
Acknowledgments
First of all,… my PA, Nicole Lloyd, who I keep on her toes night and day. Thank you for always standing by me as I struggle with indecisiveness and fears of unknown waters I need to charter. When I’m scared to step out of my comfort zone, you’re always there to push me.
My media PA, Sharon Renee, you are always willing to jump right in when I send you a new request. You encourage me to find new avenues of reaching out to my readers and keep my newsletters and website floating. Without you, those things wouldn’t happen because I always find myself struggling with time management. Thank you <3
Darlene Tallman, not only are you my co-conspirator, but you are also the sister of my heart. My editor, my co-writer, one of my best friends. Without you, my books would be a disaster. My dyslexia and ADD don’t phase you. You don’t bat an eye, you just give me the right words and spellings and move on. Love you.
My sister, Kayce Kyle, who loved Charlee and Country so much, that you kept me motivated during this series. Not only did you grace this cover, but you are always there when I need advice and am just plain tired. Thank you for always believing in me.
To my husband and children, we lost a vital member of our family when my oldest son passed. I was ready to give up, crawl into bed and never surface again… but you all reminded me about how proud Colton was that I was an indie author. Greg, John and Thomas, you are the stars to my moon, I love you all so much.
My daughter-in-law, Tierra, the daughter of my heart, Dezyrae Nantz and my bestie for over 20 years, Charmane. Your love and acceptance of my craziness is what drives me. You three are my chosen family, the ones I love more than life itself. WE haven't had an easy road this past year, but you’ve never stepped away and always asked when can we get the next book? Your excitement over this journey I’ve taken in life is what’s kept me pushing myself. Love you all <3
All of these people fuel me into never giving up and following my dream of continuing to be a successful person and indie writer. You all deserve so much more than acknowledgements in a book, but it’s all I have to give you outside of my heart.
CHARACTER BIBLE
MC MEMBERS
Gunner-President
Kruger-VP
Buster-Rd. Cpt.
Curley
Country
Malice-Enforcer
Master-Sgt. At Arms
Shamus-Treasurer
Blaze
Tyson
Polo
Bull
Bear
Romeo
Tracker
Texas
Stinger
Kong
Old Ladies
Charlee
Cameron
Stella
Bunnies
Daisy
Janella
Mercy
Kaleigh
Note to Readers
Originally when I began this journey of the DreamCatchers I based it in the 80’s. I did want to stick to that time frame, but I don’t remember a lot about that time, so I’ve dabbled into other era’s. In order to make this a more pleasant reading experience, instead of doing some major time jumps, I just incorporated things throughout the years. Whereas in my mind, we are closer to the 90’s in the book, I still kept out things such as cell phones and such. Technology isn’t as advanced, but these incorporations take away from the structure and times of these men and women.
Enjoy the mix through times.
Happy Reading,
Liberty Parker
Blurb
Stella
One night with Kruger was enough to ruin me for any other man. But knowing that he only thought of me as a friend, and didn’t remember what we did, I knew I couldn’t stay and watch him work his way through the club bunnies. I fled back to Florida, unaware that I was taking a piece of Kruger with me while leaving him my heart.
Kruger
If I was ever meant to claim a woman, it would be someone like Stella. Only, I’m a hard man; my father made sure I knew not to trust a woman and an ex hammered that point home. While I hate that she went back to Florida, I let her go so that she could have the life I’ll never be able to give her.
But all that changes when we receive a phone call that Stella’s been hurt in an accident. Finding out that I fathered a child on that fateful night, has me heading to Florida to get my son and discover why Stella thought it would be a good idea to hide him from me. Once again, my trust has been shattered by a woman.
Back in Texas, while trying to acclimate myself to the fact that I’m a father, we’re faced with old and new enemies. Will the cement wall around my heart crumble or will I be content to co-parent my son with his mother?
Prologue
Stella
Jaggar coos at me from his car seat. He looks so much like his father, Kruger, that it's both saddening and can bring a smile to my face. Not a gloomy day goes by with my son in my life. I’ve been dating Matthew for a few months now, he’s not my one true mate, but he’s a great guy. I’ve agreed as recently as yesterday to marry him. We were gonna go out
last night, but the night clerk from work called in with the flu, so he took Jaggar up to my room and spent the evening there with him. He’s cut several teeth and has been moody, but it seems today he’s back to his bright, cheery self. Tonight however, that’s a different story. We’re taking my son with us to dinner with his family. They’ve accepted Jaggar as their own with no questions asked.
“You’re being such a big boy, Jaggar. Momma’s almost done getting ready then we’ll get you dressed. Matthew will be here soon,” I coo back at him. This boy has become my entire world. It’s a sad thing that his father doesn’t remember the one night we shared together. He basically kicked me to the curb and told me he didn’t want me in his life… not in that way anyways.
Friends… he said he wanted nothing more than that from us. He couldn’t see us having a romantic future with one another. I accepted that, left with my tail tucked between my legs, and hauled ass back home. I’m comfortable here, I thought when Cameron entered my life, we’d leave on this big adventure together. Then, her man came for her and well, I ended up getting caught up in the chaos of her life and paid a price. One that took awhile for me to heal from, but ultimately, I did it with Kruger by my side.
Looking back, he was a good friend to me. An overprotective one, but I can see how a man like him would wanna protect a woman who’d been beaten by a man twice her size. I shouldn’t have let my imagination work overtime and think that we’d become more than what we were.
Friends.
Damn that word makes it hard to catch my breath, especially when I look into his eyes every day through our boy. He’s Kruger’s mini-me in every single way. If I hadn’t mothered and birthed him, you’d never know he was mine. Not an inch of him represents me, and whereas you’d think that fact would be depressing, I find comfort in it. Whether Kruger knows it or not, he gave me the best gift bestowed upon a woman… a small version of the man who owns my heart and soul. He may not be my future, but I’ll always have a part of him.
I’ve debated every day about telling Kruger about his son, but then I remember our last conversation and know he’d think I was trying to trap him into a relationship he has no interest in being caught in. My web of deceit against him causes angst to flow through my system every hour of every day, but no matter how I spin this, I’ll come out the loser every single time.
Kruger may not want me, but he’ll fight me tooth and nail for his son. Of that I have no doubt. I don’t have the finances to fight him in a court of law, and these days, fathers have just as much rights as the mothers do. How can I fight for Jagger when I don’t even have a home for us to lay our heads down at night? We have my room here at the motel, it’s quaint and is big enough for the two of us for now, but one day, we’ll outgrow it. I don’t know how I’ll afford something to rent with the small monetary income I’m provided, especially seeing as part of my benefits of the job is the free room and board. I just have to supply us with our food and essentials, the rest is worry free so I’ve never really worried about how much money I was making.
Matthew brought up a good point one night. He can provide us both with security and safety, plus, it doesn’t hurt that he loves both of us beyond measure. Jaggar enjoys his company and I do as well. I just wish those butterflies would begin to swarm in my stomach each time he’s near. I just don’t get that, but I’m okay with settling for someone who loves me more than life itself.
That thought… settling, makes me feel guilty and nauseous, which I’ve expressed to Matthew time and time again. He simply brushes it off and says it will come with time. But will it? Don’t I owe it to him to let him go and find someone who will love him with every beat of their heart? These are the dilemmas that plague my mind on an hourly basis.
It makes me feel like a small, insecure woman, and I hate that part of myself. The one that pities the life I’ve been thrown into. One I chose, but still, not all of it can be placed on my shoulders. I have those days when I’m solely focused on the anger I have for Kruger and the way he so easily dismissed me from his life.
I should’ve walked away the moment he agreed to be in on the new club sluts tryouts, knowing that I’d never mean more to him than a simple term of endearment here and there.
I still have a hard time grasping the concept of how you try a woman out to spread her legs! Aren’t they just supposed to lay there and get a good pounding? They don’t have to be anything special to spread their legs after all. Any simpleton could do it… they just have to lay there and pretend to get off. Any award winning actress could do it. Hell, I’ve had to do it a time or two in my past to get a guy to get on with it so I could leave or kick him to the curb. When someone’s bedding me and I’m bored out of my mind… it’s time to move on and never look back. They’re not meant to be yours if that’s the case.
As soon as I put little man’s socks on, Matthew walks in. I gave him a key to make things easier for me. There are times I’m neck deep in shooey material from my son's rear end and can’t leave him. Matthew’s had to wait at the door before, so this was just easier on the both of us. He doesn’t take advantage of it and only comes in when I’m expecting his arrival. He’s never just popped over unannounced and made himself at home. “Look how spiffy you look, little man,” Matthew baby talks to Jaggar as he reaches around me to pick him up. “You ready for a night out on the town, Momma?” That time he addresses me, it’s what he’s called me since I introduced him to my boy.
“Yep, all ready, lead the way,” I say as I grab Jaggar’s baby bag and follow Matthew and my son out the door. The entire way out to the car, Matthew speaks to Jaggar as my son kicks and babbles. Since my car died a couple of weeks ago, we take Matthew’s every place we go. He went out and bought a top of the line car seat for his car. Jaggar is in the middle of the back seat, for his protection. According to Matthew, it’s the safest place for his seat to be installed. I admire him for always thinking of my son and myself before himself. It’s just the way he is. Maybe this love thing will follow; he’s worth all of the time and effort I’ll be putting into us.
And he wants us… both of us.
Kruger
Since Stella took off on me, all of my days that end in a ‘Y’ seem to blend into one another. I know I was a motherfucker to her, pushed her away… it’s what was best for her. Every woman I’ve tried to have a relationship with I’ve broken their heart, and I couldn’t do that to Stella. I’m not a one-woman man, I never have been and was scared that I’d follow down that path with her. I can make all of the promises to her and myself, but at the end of the day, I am my father’s son. I have siblings outside of my parents’ marital vows. That ‘stay true only to you’ he promised Mom the day he placed that rock on her finger, had one meaning to my father. His dedication was to his dick and only his dick.
My mom was a second thought to an easy score. The first time I cheated on a girl was in high school, and she threw in my face that I was just like him. I tried with each woman I got with, but I’d always end up straying somewhere down the line. I just gave up on commitments and took the easy way out. It was better than all the tears and drama that would ensue when I’d get caught, and I always allowed that to take place.
If I didn’t look for a strange pussy, then something wasn’t working in the relationship. At least that’s the way I looked at things. “Kruger,” Janella whines out, taking me out of my commiserating ways. “My pussy is bored; can’t you do something about it?” She pokes out her bottom lip. I’m not sure if it’s meant to be sexy or not, but it just makes her look immature in my eyes. There’s absolutely nothing attractive about a twenty something year old woman sticking her bottom lip out and pouting.
I’m too damn old to fall for such trivial games. “Take yourself on somewhere else, Janella, that superficial pout on your face does nothing for me. So see if Curley wants some of what you’re offering.” Yeah, I’ll throw my brother under the bus, he’s the only single man here besides me that she can go get whatever it is she
’s after. I wanna steer clear of this bitch, she’s a damn patch catcher. Wants an MC’er for his patch and standing in a club, she doesn't give a damn which man she catches in her spidery web.
“Kruger, why won’t you give me a ride on your big dick?” she whines, clamping her hands together in front of her and swaying her hips from one side to the other.
“I’m not in the mood for your shit, Janella. When I say no, you should scamper away like the good little mouse you are. Now get, and if I want your services, I’ll call out your name. Vamoose, little girl,” I hiss out as I stare her down, daring her to let another word slip from her mouth. When she rolls her eyes at me before turning around, it takes everything in me to remember that it’s not socially acceptable to bitch slap a woman… no matter how much she may deserve it. These damn women need to learn what the meaning behind the word no means.
Country shakes his head in my direction as he watches her target her next prey. “That one’s gonna need to be watched for sure,” he says to me, not once taking his eyes from her. “There’s something about that one I don’t trust. She’s gonna poke a hole in a condom and trap a brother with her spawn.”