by Forgy, M. N.
It feels nice to have someone other than Machete include me in the club. To want my company, and know how much it sucks when your man has to leave without much info other than club business.
“All right, let me grab his diaper bag.” I agree, and she lights up.
I reach in the vase and put my gun in the diaper bag. She frowns, and I know I’m about to be ridiculed, but I feel safer with it.
“Oh, I have something that will work much better than that,” she insists, before pulling her shirt down and showing me a gun holstered inside her bra. My mouth drops, it’s brilliant. I couldn’t even tell she had it on her.
“They call it a flashbang, and it’s so easy to get to, and you don’t have to worry about the kids getting it,” she continues.
Stepping closer I stare at her tits in awe, wondering who came up with such an awesome bra.
“Come on, we will go get you one! Screw the park,” she laughs.
I look to her, excited.
Maybe I found the right kind of crazy to be around.
My outlaw family.
Machete
Chapter 16
Machete
Riding to California my hands ache from the long ride, and my face is burnt from the sun. The wind feels great though, and my mind has had more time to think than it needs. I’m overthinking. I’ve thought about schools, fucking houses, and stupid shit I’ve never thought twice about before.
We stopped in the last city and I called Raven to check up on her and Cole, they’re fine but I hate leaving them so soon. I have them staying in a suite at the casino until I can find something a little more permanent. I’m not the white picket fence kind of guy, so I don’t even know what to look for. Neither is Raven though, so it works.
Felix drives in front of me, leading the way to the Devil’s Dust clubhouse, and my heart begins to beat a little faster as we get closer. We are delivering the letter today as we need to make plans for Gatz’s burial. Zeek called his parents, but they didn’t want anything to do with him. They knew he was gay, and were not very accepting of it. Explains why Gatz was so nervous to tell us, he was afraid to lose his only family. Sounds like me.
Pulling into the clubhouse, our arrival doesn’t go unnoticed. The president of the club, Bull, walks out with his men in tow. He’s older than any of our guys and is a tough son of a bitch. He has jet-black hair with a little silver lining it from age. He also has the greenest fucking eyes I’ve ever seen.
We cut our engines and pull our helmets off. I stand, needing to stretch my legs out.
“Is Kane here?” I ask, and Bull looks over his shoulder. An Indian looking guy with long black hair walks out with a concerned look on his face. He’s big and looks violent. He makes Gatz look like a bitch in comparison.
“I’m Kane,” he states. I step up to him and give him the letter. He looks over his shoulder before opening it and reading it. All of his men stand behind him, eyeing us.
He’s about the same height as me, but his chest is more toned. He has a lot of ink and a look that is just as intimidating as my own. How he and Gatz got together is a story I want to hear.
We all stand back, letting him read it. His eyes go glossy, and he rests his hand on the back of his head in unease. I can’t imagine what he’s thinking. Will he tell his brothers right here what happened, who Gatz is?
“When’s the funeral?” Kane asks, with teary eyes. His voice thick with emotion.
“That’s why we’re here, for you to make arrangements,” Zeek informs, still sitting on his bike.
Kane folds the paper and looks to his brothers.
“Gatz’s parents?”
“They didn’t want anything to do with him,” I inform and he shakes his head.
“Go figure,” he scoffs, apparently knowing Gatz well enough to know his parents are a piece of work. He turns to Bull and stands tall.
“How… How’d he die?” Kane asks, keeping his eyes on his feet.
“There was an explosion at the club, retaliation from an enemy.” Kane’s head jerks up.
“It’s been handled though,” Felix reassures him.
“I need to go,” he states in a lost voice.
“Everything ok, son?” Bull asks, his gaze flicking to us as if we are the reason for his pain and sudden leave.
“I—I’ll tell you everything later, I just need to go right now,” Kane stammers before looking back at us. You can tell he’s lost, confused and doesn’t know how to accept it.
‘I need to get Simone and I’ll head that way.” That must be the chick with Gatz’s baby.
We give a curt nod, and I climb back on my bike for the journey home.
Raven
The funeral
On the back of Machete’s bike, I pull at my leather cut proudly as citizens stand by the street and eye the long line of motorcycles behind the hearse. My road name patch labeling me as Lilith, and Machete’s property. Cars pull to the side as the funeral procession progresses to the graveyard. This is my first time on a motorcycle and I can see why Machete likes it so much. I feel like a bad ass on it, and everyone looks your way when you’re driving past.
I pull my phone out, checking to see if the nanny has called while we’ve been gone. It’s the same nanny Jillian uses, but I still don’t trust anyone around Cole. Not after what he’s been through. I know I’m not his mother, but I’ll be damned if anyone tries to tell me otherwise.
We park on the small cracked pavement and make our way to the grave. The ground is soft beneath my feet, and the grass is so green it makes Machete’s eyes look dull.
All the Outlaws have their cuts on, and the casket has Gatz’s leather cut spread across it. A preacher from a nearby church begins to talk about life and death, and everyone grows quiet. Standing by Machete, I cross my hands in front of me and try to listen. I notice a tall dark man walk up to the casket, his cut reading he’s from another club. He holds one lonely rose and places it on the cut. His eyes are bloodshot, and a beautiful pregnant woman stands behind him with tears smearing her makeup. I’ve never seen them before.
“Is that?” I point to them and Machete nods knowing exactly what I’m about to ask.
“Yeah. Seems Gatz, Kane, and that chick is Simone, they all had a wild orgy and she got pregnant. The club doesn’t want them to go back to California, either,” he whispers to me, and my eyes widen that he told me club info.
“Why?” I ask, looking back at the two. The man hooks his arm with the woman and they stand by looking at the casket as if they’re remembering the good times.
“We want to ensure the baby is safe, and we can’t do that if the pregnant bitch is in another state,” Machete replies in a hushed tone.
“Is the baby Gatz’s?” I ask. Machete shrugs.
I cross my arms, looking the two over. She’s small other than the bump on her. She’d be easy to take. The man, not so much. He’s about as big as Machete.
“You can always put her in the bunker,” I joke and Machete looks at me with a serious look on his face.
“That’s actually not a bad idea,” he rubs his face, looking her over.
I slap his shoulder. “I was joking!” Kind of.
He narrows his brows. “I wasn’t. They’re not leaving, not until I know if that baby really is Gatz’s and that it’s being taken care of,” Machete insists. He may be my asshole master, but he has a big heart.
I look at the pregnant woman, she’s glowing. Beautiful even. Then back to the tall man.
“You want him too?” I ask curiously.
“If we have to,” Machete shrugs. I chew on my thumbnail, thinking how we could lure them both into captivity. I glance to Alessandra, who is crying her damn eyes out. Her and I could totally be a distraction or something.
Machete chuckles. “We got it handled,” he informs, and I pout.
“Let me know if you need my help…” I offer, and Machete pulls me in close a wolfish smile on his face.
“That’s my girl,” he w
hispers, kissing me on the temple.
THE END
Epilogue
One month later
Standing in the new clubhouse the smell of fresh wood and paint almost overtakes the smell of booze and perfume. I’ve never been in here before it blew up.
“Hey want a beer?” Jillian smiles, handing me one. I take it, giving a smile in thanks. “Hey, I was going to take the kids outside, want me to take Cole?” She looks down at him, as he clings to my bare leg like a lifeline. He isn’t used to this many people, I know the feeling.
“Um,” I hesitate.
“You want to go see the swingset Uncle Zeek put in the back for the kids?” she asks. Cole looks up at me and I reluctantly nod.
“Just for a second,” I give in, knowing I’ll be out there in two seconds to watch over things. I will cut a motherfucker for even looking in his direction in a way I don’t like.
Feeling heat on my neck, I turn finding Dolly leaning against a wall, her arms crossed and eyes directly on me. She doesn’t like me, at all. I wrap my lips around the tip of my beer and stare back at her. I really want to play with that bitch. Maybe take her into the bunker, tie her up and whip that fucking look off her face.
Strong arms wrap around me, the smell of Machete making me take a deep breath. I can’t help the smirk that kicks up on my face. He is my man and lets every woman here know it. I turn in his grasp and wrap my hands around his neck. Green fiery eyes looking down at me.
“I know that look.” He tilts his head to the side, and I bite back my laugh. He know’s the rebel woman in me wants to come out and play. He brushes the apple of my cheek, the heat in his touch making me come alive.
“Stay evil, baby,” he mutters, and my heart pitter-patters at our demons dancing together.
“The club looks great,” I smile, trying to change the subject. Having someone know you better than anyone can be intimidating at times.
“Where are Simone and Kane?” I look around, noticing they’re not here. When it came time to, I was pushed aside for the club to take over those matters. I hate being the woman sometimes.
“Mac is on it,” he mumbles against my cheek, his hands touching me wherever he can. It’s like he can’t get enough of me. Mac? I wonder what they did with them?
“You want to see my room,” he winks, and I can’t help but smile and nod. He laughs, and everyone looks at him as he grabs my hand and pulls me down the hallway. My brows rising at Dolly in passing. Once inside he slams the door and pushes me up against it, his mouth smashing to mine. I don’t even get a chance to see the room he’s so hungry for me. His tongue pushes through my lips, the taste of beer and chips filling my mouth, it’s fucking delicious. I moan into the deep kiss, and his hands tighten on my waist.
“Say you’ll forever be mine, Raven,” he pulls his mouth from mine, our noses brushing. His lips turning into a wolfish smile.
“Machete, you are my one and only madness, I’m all yours,” I whisper. The way he stares deep into my eyes, his face serious and grip tightening I know now that he’d rather die, or see me dead than let me be anything else but his.
I love that kind of love.
One full of madness, insanity, and more passion than any normal couple could understand.
Good thing we’re far from normal.
THE END
Sneak Peek into Sin City 5
Mac
The chick with purple hair bobs and slurps on my dick. I can’t remember her name, who cares. Lowering my head back I close my eyes and take a drag of my blunt. My fingers are sticky from the electrical tape on them as I was working on a project for the club. I was putting GPS on all our bikes. That’s what I do, I’m the tech guy.
A knock at the door has me lifting my head.
Machete enters, his red hair everywhere and his crazy fucking eyes landing on the bitch bobbing up and down on my dick.
“Zeek wants you,” he informs. The woman lifts her head to glance at Machete, and I gently press on the back of her head, putting my cock back into her mouth. She’s not done yet.
“I’ll be there in a second,” I tell him, watching the bitch slob on my dick.
Suddenly the girl scrapes her teeth on the tip, and I wince.
“You’re done. Fuck!” I pull away from her.
“Sorry, I’m not used to sucking on a pierced dick,” she informs with a ditzy tone, wiping off her mouth with her hand. Shifting onto her hands, her small tits come into view.
Getting off the bed I pull my pants up, I need to get to church before Zeek comes after me. Last time he made me sit in church naked.
“You want to fuck though?” she nearly begs, I chuckle in reply.
“Got business, babe,” I smile, grab my phone off the end table and head into the chapel.
The club smells decent as it was just rebuilt, the smell of pussy and beer gone. We will have to work on that.
Heading into the room, all eyes are on me as I enter. I pull the blunt from my mouth and frown.
“What?”
Zeek smiles. “Have a seat,” he gestures toward my seat at the end of the table.
Slowly I make my way to my seat, not liking the tension in the room.
“What?” I ask again.
“Simone is staying with us. You are to watch her, keep her safe—”
“Take her shopping for diapers,” Felix adds before laughing, and the rest of the men follow.
“You’re fucking kidding!” I bark, standing where I sit. How am I going to fuck bitches and do drugs with a pregnant chick around.
“I’m not. That may be Gatz’s child in there and we are going to make sure she has everything she needs. Pack your bags, buddy.” Zeek laughs, slamming the gavel down.
I rub my hand over the stubble on my chin. I can’t fucking believe this.
A biker and a pregnant chick. This should be fucking interesting.
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Acknowledgments
I want to thank EVERYONE who has read this book – this series! Writing this book has been so fucking exciting, and seriously might be my favorite book I’ve written to date!
My team is to thank making this possible.
My husband, for not leaving me when I told him some of my twisted ideas for this book.
My kids were champs when I told them I had to write before we could play.
My betas, they really helped me make this book shine. Pushed me where I needed to be pushed, and helped me see my characters for what they really are. Screwed up!
My editor Ellie McLove, is a fucking beast at what she does and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I want to thank the bloggers, readers, and my street team for helping me promote this book. Your shares, word of mouth, and just reading my work makes my dreams come true.
The Rock Stars Of Romance, Lisa. I love you for everything you do for me!
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Prologue
Simone 8 Years Old
Sitting on my back porch just outside of my home, I grind the yellow chalk into the concrete patio. The sun paints my cheeks red, and the breeze blows the pieces of hair in my face around my ears. My baby blue dress is dusted with grains of muted colors.
Setting the yellow chalk down, a shiny black shoe slams on my hand out of nowhere. Pressure and a piercing sting slither up the bones in my fingers, curling around my palm.
“Ow!” I cry, trying to pull my palm out from under the foot. Using my free hand, I tug at my wrist until the prisoned fingers free. With heated eyes, I glare up at the person who purposely stepped on my hand.
It’s a boy I’ve never seen before. The sun shines behind him casting a cold shadow amongst me and dulling the bright colors on the sidewalk. I suddenly feel cold, as if winter brushed upon the back of my neck in the midst of the summer. He’s wearing a suit and has his hands on his hips as he looks down at me like a dirty bug crawling across the ground.