Freak (Fallen Lords MC Book 7)

by Winter Travers

  Leo moved forward, his gun pointed at Bobby, and his thumb clicked the safety off. “You betrayed my family, Bobby.” Leo took another step. “You thought you knew better than me.” He took one last step, and his gun was pressed against Bobby’s forehead. “But most of all, you betrayed my trust. And that is something you can never fix.” Leo squeezed the trigger and blew a hole right through Bobby’s head.

  Blood spattered everywhere, including all over Leo.

  Leo dropped his arm to his side and looked down at his suit. “I remember why I don’t do this shit anymore. Not because I’m a pussy, but because I hate ruining my suits.” He handed the gun to Princeton, who, in return, held out a handkerchief for Leo.

  “Look,” Wrecker laughed. “He pissed himself.”

  A puddle of piss pooled around Bobby, and Leo shook his head. “Who’s the pussy now, Bobby?”

  Wrecker’s phone rang, and he put it to his ear. He listened silently, and his face grew hard. He ended the call and pocketed the phone.

  “They lost Jenkins. They had a blood trail but it dried up when they got to the river. They think he went down stream, but there really isn’t any way to tell.”

  Fuck. We had solved half of our problem, but Jenkins was still out there.

  Leo finished wiping his hands and dropped the handkerchief on Bobby. “My men will clean this up. We don’t have anything to do with the other man, but we’re more than willing to help you since you helped with Bobby.”

  Wrecker nodded. “Appreciate that.” His phone rang again, and he listened silently again. “What do you mean?” he thundered.

  Leo glanced at me and shrugged. “I’m guessing this isn’t good.”

  That was an understatement.

  Wrecker chucked his phone across the room and screamed. “The fucking cops picked up Jenkins! Nickel and Pipe just saw a cop car drive by with that weasel’s ass in the backseat!”

  Leo snapped his fingers at Princeton. “We need to get this taken care of now. We don’t know what Jenkins will tell the police.”

  Everyone moved, and Wrecker and I stepped outside to get out of the way. Two black SUVs pulled up with more of Leo’s men, and they descended on the building.

  Nickel, Pipe, and Boink came jogging around the building and stopped at the foot of the stairs Wrecker and I were at the top of.

  “Tell me you are fucking joking.”

  Pipe shook his head. “I wish the hell we were, but it was him in the back of the car.”

  Wrecker pointed at Nickel. “Get in touch with your contact at the police station and find out anything you can. For all we know, Jenkins could have the whole fucking police force headed this way.”

  Leo walked outside. “You guys can get going. We’re listening to the scanners, and as of right now, it is business as usual, but we don’t know if that will change. We’ll be out of here within the hour and headed back home.”

  Wrecker shook his head. “Sorry this got messy at the end.”

  “Nothing ever goes like you plan. I’ve talked to Murphy, and he’s headed this way with Miss Wilkes.” Leo nodded at me. “Good luck with that one, Freak. She’s bound to be a handful for sure.”

  Leo walked back into the building, and I ran my fingers through my hair.

  “I’d like to say let’s get back to the clubhouse and back to business as usual, but that shit isn't going to happen with Jenkins in police custody.” Wrecker pointed to the black car headed toward us. “That’s Carnie. Your bike is parked around back with ours. You up for riding?”

  I nodded and watched the car pull up to the steps.

  “You’re alive!” Carnie shouted. She bounded up the steps and threw herself in my arms. “I don’t have to kill anyone today,” she laughed.

  Wrecker shook his head and jogged down the steps. “Everyone back to the clubhouse and try not to get kidnapped.”

  “Freak,” Carnie whispered. She ran her hands over my face, and a tear rolled down her cheek.

  “I’m okay, doll.”

  “I know,” she sniffled. “I guess I didn’t realize how terrified I was that you actually might not make it back to me.”

  The guys headed around the building, and I followed slowly behind them. “I’ll always come back to you. You gotta know that.”

  “Well, you said you would always keep me safe, but you never promised you would keep yourself safe.” She laced her fingers through mine and clung to my arm as we walked. She sighed when my bike came into sight. Thank God the guys brought it for me. “So, what happens now?”

  She didn’t know about Jenkins. There was still a threat out there that wanted to destroy the Fallen Lords. “We head back to the clubhouse, eat some food, and fall into bed.”

  “Naked?” she whispered.

  “That’s the only way to fall into bed with you, doll.”

  I swung my leg over my bike, and Carnie climbed on behind me. She wrapped her arms tightly around me and laid her head on my shoulder. “Take me home, Freak,” she whispered.

  “You mean the clubhouse?”

  “Yeah, home,” she sighed.

  *

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Carnie

  I traced circles over his bare chest with my fingertips and tilted my head back to look at him. “Why do they call you Freak?”

  How weird was it that I never questioned why he was called that?

  “You’re really gonna ask me that after I just fucked you in the shower, barely got you dried off and then fucked you against the wall, and fell into bed to fuck you again?”

  “So, you’re saying you got the name Freak because you’re freaky deaky in bed?”

  He shrugged. “More or less.”

  I slugged his shoulder. “So, when Wendy calls you Freaky Deaky, that’s totally the truth.”

  “Yeah.”

  Well, I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. It made me wonder how the other guys got their names. “So, you’re telling me Boink is Boink because he likes to boink?”

  Freak nodded.

  That one was sort of a no-brainer, but at least Freak verified it.

  “What about Clash? Because he likes to hit people?”

  Freak chuckled. “Yeah.”

  “You guys are pretty literal when it comes to these names, aren’t you?”

  It was well after dinner, and Freak and I were tucked away in his room after having dinner with the whole club and my parents, then we also showed each other how much we missed each other as soon as the bedroom door shut.

  “If the name fits, we use it.”

  “What would my name be if I had a club name?”

  “Sass,” he replied instantly.

  I rolled my eyes and pinched his nipple. “I’m not that sassy.”

  “I beg to differ, doll. Your sass has been on full display for the past couple of days.”

  “Whatever,” I mumbled. “You like it.”

  He wrapped me up in his arms and pulled me on top of him. “You bet your ass I do. One of my favorite things about you.”

  I tangled my legs with his and rested my elbows on his chest. “And what are some other things you like about me?”

  “Your blog.”

  “My blog is something you like about me?” I laughed. Oh boy, I was seriously lacking if that was one of the top things he liked about me.

  “What goes into your blog. You worked your ass off on it and you actually did it. Not many people can say they wanted to do something and then they actually did it.”

  “My blog has ten total views right now, Freak. It’s not like I broke the internet or something.”

  “And I’m sure the next one is going to have double the views.”

  “What else is on the list?” My possibly failing blog was not something I wanted to talk about.

  “The list is long, doll. It might take a while to go over it all.” His hands rested on my butt, and he gently squeezed.

  “It’s a good thing I plan on sticking around for a while.”

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��A while?” he whispered.

  I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Forever?”

  “Now that's what I’m talking about. Forever sounds just long enough to go over this list.” He flipped me over on my back and covered me with his body.

  “Is it a hands-on list?” I giggled.

  “Very.”

  “Then let’s get to it, Freaky Deaky.”

  *

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Slayer

  “Just take this.”

  I looked down at the crumbled hundred dollar bill in my hand. “Uh, why?” I asked Freak.

  “‘Cause I’m craving fucking pizza, and I don’t wanna hurt Carnie’s feelings.” Freak looked over his shoulder nervously.

  “Brother, you’re acting like a crack fiend trying to make a deal for his next hit.”

  “I mentioned I was craving pizza and Carnie said she would make some, but brother, I am craving the greasy shit from Vin’s.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I just want some damn delivery pizza.”

  “Hundred bucks might be a bit too much for one pie.” I pushed the money back in his hand.

  “I ordered already. Ten pizzas and five orders of breadsticks.”

  My jaw dropped. “Uh, maybe a hundred isn’t enough.” Jesus. Freak must have really had a craving for pizza.

  “It is. I got enough for everyone, and Carnie is going to think you ordered it.” He pushed my hand away and stepped back. “It should be here any time now.”

  I rolled my eyes and shoved the money in my pocket. “I get the fucking change.”

  Freak nodded and smiled wide. “There isn’t going to be any. You can have a couple of pieces, though.” He clapped me on the shoulder and laughed.

  I shrugged him off. “You’re pussy whipped like all of the other guys now.”

  Freak flipped me off. “That may be true, brother, but at least I’m getting laid tonight.” He strolled over to the couch where Carnie was sitting with some of the other girls.

  “Yo, Slayer. Someone at the door for you.” Maniac was standing in front of the open door and shouted over his shoulder.

  Freak must have waited ‘til the last minute to come tell me he ordered a shit-ton of pizza. I pulled the money out of my pocket and stalked over to the door.

  Maniac moved out of the way, and I pulled the door open wider. “I’m gonna need to know how muc—” My words stalled in my mouth.

  A young girl, probably ten or eleven, stood in the doorway. She had a backpack slung over her shoulder, and she was holding an envelope in her hand. She held it out and looked up at me. “My mom told me to give this to you. You’re my dad, and that envelope will explain everything.”

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  Coming Soon

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  Kings Of Vengeance MC

  Book 2

  September 29th

  Slayer

  Fallen Lords MC

  Book 8

  November 29th

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  Drop a Gear and Disappear

  Kings of Vengeance MC

  Book 1

  Chapter One

  Quinn

  A lady in the streets and a freak in the bed…

  “Come with me, baby.”

  Kimber rolled into my side. “I’ll pass.”

  I looked down at her naked body and ran my fingers over her smooth, flawless skin. “You’re gonna have to come there one day.”

  “But today is not that day, Quinn.”

  “It’s Gear, baby.”

  She snorted and tipped her head back to look at me. “Okay, Quinn.”

  I fucking hated my name, yet Kimber insisted on calling me it even though I finally got my road name from the Rolling Devils. “You gotta learn to tolerate the club, baby. I know you don’t like it, but you gotta not hate it.”

  “Mmhmm,” she hummed under her breath and laid her head back on my shoulder. Her hand slid across the expanse of my chest, and her fingers trailed over the tattoo of an eagle holding a skull. “But you don’t need to leave just yet,” she whispered.

  “Soon.”

  “Maybe I need to remind you what will be waiting for you while you’re fetching beers for all of your club buddies.”

  “I do more than that.”

  “Right,” she drawled.

  At least on normal days, I did more than that. On nights like tonight, I did basically just fetch beer and booze the whole time. “So what exactly are you going to do to make me not forget about you?”

  She rolled onto her back and slowly raised her hands over her head. “It’s more like what are you going to do.”

  I turned onto my side and slid my hand down between her tits. “Daddy’s choice?” I whispered.

  Her eyes flared with desire.

  I was a lucky fucker to have Kimber in my bed.

  The saying “a lady in the streets and a freak in the bed” was Kimber to a T.

  During the day, she worked at a doctor’s office where she answered phones and dealt with bitchy ass people with a smile on her lips, and at night, she was my naughty little minx who couldn’t get enough of me.

  I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over onto her stomach. “On your knees, ass in the air.”

  She scampered up to her knees and wiggled her ass at me. I moved behind her, my knees between her legs, and slapped her ass. “Always hungry for my cock,” I growled.

  She looked over her shoulder at me with her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded her head. “Always,” she whispered.

  My hand wrapped around my cock, and I stroked up and down with my eyes never leaving hers. “Greedy pussy.”

  She reared back and bumped her ass against my hand. “Stop talking and start doing.”

  I gripped the globe of her ass and parted her cheeks. Her pussy was dripping, and the bud of her ass begged to be fucked. “Anything I want, baby?”

  “I guess that all depends on what time you need to leave,” she replied coyly.

  I knew I didn’t have the time to fuck her properly. She was trying to distract me from going to the club, but I couldn’t miss the party. I pressed my dick against the entrance to her pussy and slowly pushed in. “Your ass is mine later tonight,” I promised.

  She reared back again, her ass grinding against me. “Promises, promises,” she muttered.

  Damn right, it was a fucking promise. It was one I planned on keeping, too. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you aren’t going to be able to get out of bed the whole time I’m gone.”

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  I put a hand on her hip and thrust deep. “Who do you belong to, Kimber?” I demanded.

  “You,” she breathed out.

  “Say my name.”

  A sultry laugh fell from her lips. “Does one name get me a fucking and the other a spanking?”

  “Damn straight, baby. Choose carefully.”


  She rubbed her ass against me and flexed the walls of her pussy around my dick. “As fun as a spanking sounds, I need your dick.”

  I slowly pulled out then slammed back into her. “Like that? You want it hard?”

  She groaned and shook her head. “Yes, Daddy.”

  I let go of her hair and grabbed her hips.

  She dropped her head to the mattress and braced her arms. “Please, Gear. Fuck me.”

  She spoke the words she knew would drive me crazy and give her exactly what she wanted.

  With each thrust of my hips, she moaned my name.

  My fingers dug into her hips as I held her still and drove into her. “Tell me again,” I grunted.

  “I’m yours,” she gasped. “I’m yours, Gear.”

  I felt her climax climbing and moved faster. “Play with yourself, baby.” I was going to come soon, and I wanted her pussy to milk every last drop of cum from me.

  Her hand snaked between her legs. “Gear, please,” she pleaded. “Fuck me.”

  While her fingers stroked her clit, my dick pounded her pussy.

  “I’m…I’m coming,” she whimpered. “Gear…please.”

  Her pussy contracted around my dick as her orgasm washed over her, and she ripped my release from me. “Fuck yeah,” I grunted. “Take it all, baby.”

  She panted my name then buried her face in the pillow.

  The final tremors rocked through me, and I fell onto the mattress next to her.

  She dropped the rest of the way and partially rolled into me.

  I threw an arm over her and pulled her close. “Sure you don’t want to come with me?” I asked again. “We could find a room at the clubhouse and find the time to do that all over again.”

  She laughed and shook her head. “Or I could just stay here, eat some pizza, and sleep until you get home.”

  “It’s gonna be late.” I didn’t expect to leave the clubhouse ‘til well into the morning.

  “Just wake me up when you get home.”