Kade

by Eryann O'Moraíne

  Glory’s Horde

  ~Kade~

  By Eryann O’Moraíne

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  This work is fictional and the work of the author’s imagination.

  Warning: These stories are of the darker romance genre and are for adults only. These stories can contain violence, mature and explicit content, and non-consensual/dubious content sex that some readers may find upsetting. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some people. All sexually active characters in these works are eighteen (18) years of age or older. May contain triggers.

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  This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. It contains no actual details of incest but may elude to it. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.

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  Copyright 2019 - Present

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  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  ~Chapter One~

  ~Chapter Two~

  ~Chapter Three~

  ~Chapter Four~

  ~Chapter Five~

  ~Chapter Six~

  ~Chapter Seven~

  ~Chapter Eight~

  ~Chapter Nine~

  ~Chapter Ten~

  ~Chapter Eleven~

  ~Chapter Twelve~

  ~Chapter Thirteen~

  ~Chapter Fourteen~

  ~Chapter Fifteen~

  ~Chapter Sixteen~

  ~Chapter Seventeen~

  ~Chapter Eighteen~

  ~Chapter Nineteen~

  ~Epilogue~

  Thank you for reading!

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  About the Author

  ~Chapter One~

  Zora stood in the shadows across the street and watched all the action going on in the fenced lot in front of her. Men in jeans and leather were laughing, drinking, swearing and revving motorcycles. Music came blaring out of the open doors of the garage they were obviously partying in front of.

  Dressed head to toe in black, she blended into the darkness she was hiding in. Darkness that had seeped into her whole being it seemed. Eating away at her. Screaming for the vengeance she was owed. Darkness that was going to get her killed.

  Brian Kinkade, also known as Kade by the men around him, felt eyes on him. Someone was watching. He sat on a lawn chair in the middle garage bay, a beer held loosely in his fingers. Tipping the bottle up in the motion of taking a drink of the empty brew, he spoke to the man seated next to him. “Got eyes on us.”

  Sawyer, the president of their little club and his best friend, nodded and shifted the woman on his lap to get a better look around. “I felt them too brother.”

  Zora stepped back when the men in the chairs, the men she was watching, looked right at her. She knew they could not see her. She was deep enough in the alley that no light from the buildings around her could permeate the black she was standing in. Shouldering the rifle that she had been cradling across her body, she settled her cheek against the stock and lined up the green reticle of the scope on her target.

  Kade stood and tossed his empty bottle into the metal can with a bang of metal and chime of glass. Stepping to the fridge, he pulled open the door and stuck his head it to reach one of the last bottles in the back, time to get a Prospect to refill their supply. The pap sound of a silenced round came just as there was a break in the music and the impact of it hitting the freezer door where his head had just been had him taking cover.

  “Fuck!” Zora barely breathed at a whisper as all hell broke loose in front of her. She chambered another round since the noise of scrambling and shouting would cover her. Should have been one shot, one kill. She had been taught better than this. She caught the expended round as it flipped free and tucked it into her pocket before resetting the gun firmly into her shoulder cradle regardless of the heat of it. Leave nothing behind to incriminate yourself was a cardinal rule.

  Sawyer darted to one of the three toolboxes that Kade was sitting behind and looked at the round piercing the metal door in front of them. “At least it isn’t me this time.”

  Kade cut his eyes at his Prez. He was using the mirror with a beer emblem on it above the work bench to search for where the shot could have come from. “No time for your shit right now. And I haven’t done anything lately to warrant a head shot.”

  Sawyer laughed at him. “Lately? Could be a past mistake catching up. Maybe one with two legs and a pussy between?”

  Kade ruled out the building tops across the street and the tree line was too far back to be the cover needed. Tops were empty and angle was wrong on the trees. The alley, being too obvious and not his choice of cover, had to be where the round came from. “Fuck you.”

  Sawyer continued to laugh at him as Kade lifted the metal sheet covering the tunnel below their feet and dropped in the room below. He moved at a run to a locked metal door, wiping his hand on the leg of his jeans, he pressed it to the scanner.

  Zora stood ready; eye trained on the crowd taking cover looking for her target. Last time she had seen him had been as he ducked behind the large tool chest in the left of center of the room. Damn. Where was he. She scanned the area again and caught movement up high where it should not have been. A mirror. Using it, she looked for Brian Kinkade. She only found his president behind the big metal tool cabinet, armed now. There was no way he could have made it into the clubhouse without her seeing him.

  Kade eased the metal cover from the storm drain he had just emerged from back into place. His back against the diner that sat across the street from the garage, he noticed the bulb over the back door was dark as was the one on every other building down the access road he had come out on. Popped to provide cover.

  Easing to the corner, he dropped down to keep his head out of line of fire and looked around into the alley. Just as he got a good look down the corridor, the lights were killed as someone finally made it to the switch for the lot he had just left. But that little glimpse was all he needed to locate his objective.

  Zora dropped her rifle in the cradle of her arms. Kade was gone. A litany of names ran threw her head as she called herself out on her screw up. The cold metal of a barrel in the back of her head stopped her move to step back in retreat. A growl behind her had her rolling her eyes. “Han
ds on your head, fingers locked.”

  “Sawyer!” He called towards his club.

  Sawyer stood from where he had taken up position with his own rifle he had pulled from under the tool chest at his back. “Clear?”

  Zora had her hands on the back of her head and the barrel of her target’s gun pressed into the center of her back, just out of reach. The gun had slid down into its new position as she had moved slowly to put her hands up. The voice behind her called out, “clear.”

  Kade held his gun on the person in front of him as the lights came back on and his club came to him; armed and ready, stalking in the manner of trained military. Damn, the small frame in front of him could not be anything more than a kid from the size of him. Why did a kid have a beef with him bad enough to kill him?

  Sawyer came walking into the alley with his rifle in the ready position. Floodlights from across the street now lit up the thin space to where Kade stood with his prisoner. “Just a fucking kid.”

  Zora kept her head down. The cap and baklava as well as the hood of her sweatshirt hiding her features from the men now crowding her. She could go for the knife on her arm but the man in front of her would get her before she could get her hands on it for sure. These men were trained by the United States in all forms of warfare, still sharp even if no longer active from what she had learned of them.

  She felt a hand reach for the quick clip on the strap she had slung around her holding her gun. He better not let it hit the ground. She growled as she felt the weight leave her but the lack of clatter of something hitting pavement told her the gun was safe for now. She would need it to finish this job.

  Kade passed the weapon off to the man closest to him and grabbed the tiny hands on the dark hoodie in one of his large mitts. Just a kid. This world was so fucked. “Let’s get this little conversation somewhere much more private.”

  Sawyer walked backwards with his rifle trained on Zora the whole time as the crew moved to the garage and the door that led into the bowls of Glory’s Horde’s home. Head down, Zora peeked at the men as they shifted as a unit and filtered into the double doors centered on the back wall of the garage. Only the soft sounds of their boots followed them all in. A head came out of a set of doors to her right and Zora groaned internally at recognizing who was checking out to see if all was well.

  Lyndsie saw the small form as a nudge to the back of its knees brought it down to kneeling, taking it from view in the crowd of giants around it. Cocking her head, she stepped out of the room she had rounded up all the women and children into. Pushing her way into the ring of men four deep, she stood next to her son. She could just make out the ice blue color of the eyes, the only thing visible with the fabric covering the lower half of the person’s face. But those eyes. Only one family she knew had eyes that pale of blue. All but one was dead. “Zora Teodora Mayhew! What the fuck?!”

  Sawyer looked to his mother, she only swore when really angry, and dropped the barrel of the rifle from his aim of center mass. Several others in the room still had weapons trained on the kneeling figure though. “Mayhew? As in Mayhem?”

  Zora’s hands were released, and her hood was jerked off along with her beanie in one move. Her tail of super dark brown hair coiled off the top of her head and fell over her shoulder. The shorter hair that was the thick side bangs that would not tuck into it fell over her right eye. “Hello, Miss Lyndsie. How things been?”

  Lyndsie walked over and jerked Zora to her feet. “Damn it! What are you doing here?”

  Zora pulled the baklava off her head and stuffed it into her back pocket of her tactical pants, brushing the pistol still tucked into the holster at the back band of her waist. She was far from unarmed but could hear kids in the room Lyndsie had come out of. The two tiny studs on the ends of her horizontal arcade piercing just under her left eyebrow winked in the overhead lights as she looked at the men around her. She curled her lip up at the man holding her rifle and extended her arm, fingers flexing in a gimme motion. “I’ll take that now, thank you.”

  When he did not comply with her demand, she placed her hands on her hips.

  Lyndsie looked over Zora’s head to where Kade was still standing with his gun on her. Even if she was a known, the girl had shot at him and he was not going to stand down until they had some answers. But she knew this girl and her family and the training she had been given since a small child making his stance more than needed. “Did any of you check her?”

  Fuck! The woman knew her too well. Zora looked right in Sawyer’s eyes and smirked. It was now or never. She was fast, she knew it, but would she be fast enough? She had come here with no intent to die but would if she could achieve her objective in the process. Her hand was on her pistol and drawing it, spinning before anyone knew what she was doing. But these men were trained. Zora saw movement from her peripheral and squeezed the trigger, praying this shot found its mark.

  The only thing that saved him from killing her was the split second he denied all his training and did not pull the trigger when the threat was imminent. And it earned him a bullet lodged in his flesh for it. Served him right. It so sucked being shot. Kade watched as two members disarmed and kicked Zora back to her knees while he grasped onto the bleeding hole she had made. Her hands were now restrained at the wrist, one in a hand of each man standing next to her. “You fucking shot me in the shoulder!”

  Zora smirked up at him. “GOFO! At least you still have your dick.”

  Grasp of the fucking obvious. Sawyer laughed at him. “Stop whining, you’ve had worse. Nelson, Hernandez, check her.”

  The men holding her wrists did not make it far when the one on her left found the knife strapped to her forearm. Eight inches of perfectly balanced steel was pulled out of its sheath when the sleeve of her hoodie was jerked up to reveal what Nelson had found.

  With a curse, Hernandez grabbed the back collar of her shirt and ripped it up and off of her. Better to search her without its bulk to hid things in. The garment fell to the floor and Zora found herself back on her feet as she was briskly, but thoroughly, searched. The whole time Zora sneered into Kade’s face. When a hand lingered on her pussy, she kicked out at the man next to her, nearly de-nutting him with the swipe. The others had not seen what happened, just her reaction.

  Sawyer was shaking his head at the now re-restrained woman while a large medic kit was set on a close table. Kade stood while Tucker, the club’s medic, ripped his favorite Def Leppard tee shirt off his shoulder and dumped half a bottle of vodka that had been sitting on a table near them on the wound. “FuckFuckFuck Fuckity Fuck! I thought you were trained in field wounds man.”

  Tucker slapped a wad of gauze over the now barely bleeding holes in each side of Kade’s shoulder and picked up the roll of duct tape from his med kit. The Velcro sound of the roll of silver tape made Zora smile as the thin man working on Kade finished his bandage, maybe there would be irreparable damage. “It is just a scratch you big girl. She shot you through and through, missing everything vital. You up to date on your shots? Tetanus? Distemper?”

  Zora’s smile fell. She had failed. Been taken prisoner too. Death would have been preferable to this. At least then she would have been with her Dad and Grandda. Nelson’s hand stopping on her ankle holster drew her attention from the man in front of her. She knew they would find it so there was no sense fighting them removing the holster that was around her boot and the 9mm Smith and Wesson it contained.

  Sawyer stepped around her and into her line of sight. “What the fuck girl?”

  Zora found her hands now behind her back and in zip cuffs. The clicking like the ticking of the seconds left in her life as they were tightened up. These men may be ex-military, may do good things with their club, but they were still mercenaries and you did not try to kill one without retribution. The crying of the kids in the meeting room was now quiet and mothers were taking them out the front of the building.

  Soon she would be alone with just these men and her fate.

  ~Chapter
Two~

  Zora was now sitting in a chair with her legs duct taped to its legs after trying to kick Hernandez when he cupped her crotch during the pat down. She glared at the men who stood in a half circle around her. Tables had been shoved out of the way to clear the floor of the dining hall so they could interrogate her. Why had they not taken her to the basement?

  Her father and grandfather had been members of this club. She knew the club in and out from their stories and listening to them reminisce. This was actually the only time she had been in the place. Her mother had wanted a better life for her than growing up in the club like so many other kids. Where most joined the military and followed in the footsteps of the members before them.

  Sawyer stood with the men looking over her rifle. The guy that had been handed it stood with his back to her as the men examined the fine piece of weaponry cradled in his hands. A Savage Arms 10 GRS 6.5 Creedmoor was fined tuned and customized for her small frame. The Gen 2 Night Arrow Scope set her back as much as the gun had. The silencer half of that. Her forty-five and nine lay on the table behind them, the rifle holding all their attention.

  Kade looked up from the gun in Weasley’s, the Sergeant at Arms, hands. Her black tactile pants fit her in all the right places and were the same brand shelved below their feet for ops. The girl had taste in gear, that was for sure. One creamy shoulder was now revealed as Hernandez had stretched out the neck of her In This Moment Rotten Apple shirt when she kicked at him. She had bawled him out for it too. She cussed worse than some of the men here.

  He looked over at Hernandez who was glaring at Zora while rubbing the spot inside his thigh her boot had connected with. He had seen the move that had almost gotten Hernandez nuts kicked up into his throat and knew it had been more than just part of the pat down. It pissed him and Sawyer off when he had informed his President. They would handle it later.