by Zoey Parker
This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons--living or dead--is entirely coincidental.
UNDRESSED: Soul Catchers MC copyright 2017 by Zoey Parker. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission.
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Contents
UNDRESSED: Soul Catchers MC
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
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
[Bonus #1] UNPROTECTED: A Dark Bad Boy Baby Romance (Hanley Family Mafia)
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Epilogue I
Epilogue II
[Bonus #2] STOLEN: Hell’s Overlords MC
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Epilogue
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UNDRESSED: Soul Catchers MC
By Zoey Parker
I told her to get undressed… I won’t take no for an answer.
To my MC brothers, I’m a reckless rebel. But to Kira, I’m a new dad, desperate for help raising a child I never knew I had.
She thinks I’m kind, normal — because she doesn’t know what I really do.
I just hope she’s ready…
Because I’m going to show her all at once – with my words, with my hands, with the monster behind my zipper – I’m a bad, bad man.
By day, I’m a good guy.
I have a real job, a real life. I help people.
And, hell… part of me even likes it.
But there’s another side that I don’t share in the sunlight.
With my leather on my back and my bike between my legs, that white knight façade gets left behind.
When the engines roar, I’m as bad as they come.
I drink. I f*ck. I fight.
And g*ddamn, I love it.
But my dual life comes to a screeching halt when my ex drops off a child I didn’t know I had.
Suddenly, I have a son to care for.
I wasn’t ready for this, and I sure as hell can’t manage it alone.
Especially not when my club is threatening to implode.
I need help until I can get all this sh*t figured out.
The girl who answers my Help Wanted ad is desperate, but I figure that’s a good thing – I’m desperate, too.
And it doesn’t hurt that she’s a stone-cold stunner with a child of her own.
Single dad meets single mom…
Under other circumstances, it might even be cute.
But ours isn’t a cute story at all.
There’s far too much blood and misery for that.
And besides – when I finally f*ck Kira, it will be far from cutesy.
It will be hard.
Brutal.
Damn near savage.
My dark side wouldn’t have it any other way.
Chapter One
Brent
Tap. Tap tap tap. Brent rolled his eyes, annoyed at being disturbed when he’d just opened up his first beer of the evening. It had been a long day at the office dealing with patients, and then a long afternoon at the MC clubhouse, and all he wanted to do was curl up into his couch, watch some mindless television, and fall asleep. But no, the universe wouldn’t grant him that much, it seemed. Somebody was at his front door.
“No thanks, I don’t want to buy whatever you’re selling—” Brent started to say as he opened his door. He cut himself off when he saw his ex-girlfriend, Danielle, standing on his front porch. What the fuck? Brent thought to himself. He swallowed hard around the lump in his throat. He hadn’t seen or heard from her in almost five years, after she’d left in the middle of the night with no warning. He stood there, fumbling over his words, for a long moment before he finally forced himself to say, “Dani. Long time no see.”
“Yeah, save it, Brent,” Danielle said, sighing deeply and brushing some hair off her forehead. Her face was drawn, her cheeks a little sunken in. She looked like she hadn’t slept in months. “I’m not here to play nice with you.”
“What are you here for, then?” Brent wondered out loud, finally spotting the heavy-looking suitcase that was propped up on the porch next to Danielle.
Danielle blew out her breath forcefully, her eyes going glassy and unfocused. “This is hard to say.”
Brent felt his impatience start to ramp up, resisting the urge to roll his eyes in annoyance as Danielle struggled to come up with an explanation. In all honesty, though, Brent knew he wasn’t as angry as he should have been. Danielle had abandoned him without even telling him why. He’d even worried that she’d been kidnapped by a rival MC until he had a private investigator locate her a few weeks after she disappeared. But despite all of that, he couldn’t help but feel a little concerned as he stared at the woman across from him.
She’d lost a lot of weight since he’d last seen her, and time hadn’t gone easy on her face. She wore deep wrinkles where before her skin had been silky smooth. So even though there was a part of him tempted to yell at her to spit it out, he held himself back, waiting in the excruciating silence until Danielle finally spoke again.
“You have a son,” Danielle said, clearing her throat and straightening her shoulders as she met Brent’s confused gaze. “He’s right there, waiting in the car.” She turned and pointed at the cheap, beat-up car parked in his driveway. When Brent squinted a little, he could make out the silhouette of a small face pressed against one of the back windows.
“What?” Brent sputtered out, totally dumbfounded.
“You have a son. With me,” Danielle said. “I ran away when you knocked me up, okay? And I had a kid. His name is Dylan. He’s four. He’s…a good kid.”
Brent lost his breath for a moment as Danielle’s words sunk in. I have a son? Brent repeated to himself silently. What?
A thousand questions popped up into his mind. How do I know the kid is mine? Why did she never tell me before now? Is he healthy? Is he smart? Is he anything like me? Or is he more like her? Why did she run away? We could have been a family.
But he didn’t ask any of that. Instead, what left his mouth was, “Can I meet him?”
“Oh, you can do a lot more than that,” Danielle said with a harsh, bitter chuckle. She turned on her heel, leaving the packed suitcase on the porch as she walked out to the car, pulling a little boy from the backseat before carrying him back up to Brent’s house. “Here he is. Meet Dylan.”
“Hi,” the little boy said softly, waving his tiny hand a little until Brent reciprocated the motion.
“Hey there. I’m Brent,” he said stiffly, unsure of what was appropriate in this situation.
“He’s your dad, the guy I’ve been telling you about,” Danielle said into Dylan’s head, hitching him up higher on her hips, like his weight was becoming too heavy a burden to bear. “He’s the one you’re going to be staying with from now on.”
“Wait, what?” Brent asked, knocked off guard by Danielle’s casual statement.
“He’s yours now. He’s potty-trained and everything, so the hard part’s over with, okay? I packed everything he needs in this bag,” Danielle said quickly before slowly lowering Dylan to the ground. “Bye, baby. Daddy will take care of you now, all right?”
“Wait, wait, Dani, hold on, let’s talk about this,” Brent said, feeling a wave of panic start to rise inside of him as the small child stumbled forward into his house, brushing past him in his curiosity to discover whatever waited inside.
“Nothing to talk about,” Danielle said as she marched away from the house, power-walking down the sidewalk towards the driveway. “It’s done.”
“It’s not fucking done, just give me a second to—” Brent cut himself off as Danielle broke into a run, bolting towards the car. “Dani! Wait!” He launched himself into motion, going as fast as he could to get to Danielle before she could get away, but she hopped into the car, put it in drive, and sped away down the street before he could even get to the bottom of the driveway. “Fuck!” Brent cried out, watching as Danielle took the first available turn, probably heading for the highway.
Brent quickly considered his options. He could hop on his bike and go after her, but…what about the kid? He couldn’t leave a four-year-old alone in his house, even if Danielle was lying about who the father was. “Jesus fucking Christ,” Brent muttered under his breath, burying his head in his hands for a second just to steady himself before he slowly walked back up the driveway and headed back into his house.
The little kid had found a miniature figurine of a motorcycle, something one of Brent’s patients had gotten for him years before as a thank you gift. The kid—Dylan, Brent reminded himself—was looking at it with wonder in his eyes, pushing it along the top of Brent’s coffee table and murmuring, “Vroom vroom!” under his breath.
“Do you know where Danielle—where your mom was planning on going?” Brent asked, feeling his tongue go dry in his mouth as the little kid turned to face him, staring back at him with his own bright blue eyes. Oh, Jesus, Brent realized. He’s mine. There could be no doubt about it.
“My mommy probably went to the store!” Dylan said brightly, smiling up at him. “That’s where she goes sometimes, and then she comes back with that brown stuff.”
“That brown stuff?” Brent asked, feeling the contents of his stomach roll around anxiously inside of his gut.
“The stuff she puts in her arm,” Dylan said, wrinkling his nose up. “She says I’m not allowed to touch it till I get big. Oh, well.” The kid resumed playing with the little motorcycle, making it go faster along the border of the coffee table.
“So you don’t know where she might have gone just now?” Brent asked again, speaking more slowly this time in the hopes of getting the kid to understand.
“She’ll be back in a little bit,” Dylan said, nodding to himself confidently. “Don’t worry. I used to worry, but then I get over it.”
Brent didn’t know what to say. He stood frozen in place as the kid kept playing with the toy motorcycle, content to wait for his mother, completely oblivious that he might not ever see her again.
Fuck. What the hell was he going to do now?
Chapter Two
Kira
“Kira! Get in here!” Mr. Bryant, Kira’s boss called from across the room. Kira felt the back of her neck get hot, embarrassed that everybody in the office turned to look at her as she got up from her seat to follow Mr. Bryant into his private office. He didn’t sound happy.
“Sir?” Kira asked as Mr. Bryant slammed the door shut behind her, gesturing for her to take a seat. “Is something wrong?”
Mr. Bryant sighed deeply, lacing his fingers together and pressing them to his mouth for a long, silent moment before he finally cleared his throat and spoke. “Look, Kira. You’ve been a good employee here. Reliable. Polite. Punctual.”
“Thank you,” Kira said softly, feeling her heart start to pound insistently at the base of her throat. This wasn’t going to end well, was it?
“But I got a complaint today from a customer who said that you were so rude on the phone to him that he will be taking his business elsewhere. I can’t let that happen.”
“What? Who was it?” Kira asked, her jaw dropping open in shock. She was never rude to potential customers, even when they were mean to her. She knew that it was essential to be incredibly nice and helpful on the phone with would-be clients for Mr. Bryant’s law firm.
“That doesn’t matter right now,” Mr. Bryant said. “He said his name was Larry, I think, but it’s irrelevant now, isn’t it? We lost his business. Because of you.”
A cold chill settled over Kira’s body, making the hair on her body stand up. She shook her head in disbelief, then squared her shoulders back and tried to speak as confidently as she could. “Mr. Bryant, sir. Please listen to me. I think I know what’s happened here.”
“Oh, you do?” Mr. Bryant asked skeptically.
“Yes,” Kira said. “Larry is my ex-husband’s name. I’m pretty sure he called in a complaint about me just to piss me off. I’m sorry for that, and I’ll talk to him and make sure that it doesn’t happen again, so he doesn’t waste your time with his little stupid pranks, but—”
Mr. Bryant cut her off with his hand, shaking his head at her. “Kira. I’m disappointed in you. I know you want to keep your job, but this is such a pathetic excuse. Really? Blaming it on the ex? How many times do you think I’ve heard that one over the course of my career?”
“But it’s true!” Kira protested, her voice unfortunately coming out much more high-pitched and squeaky than she’d intended.
“Sure,” Mr. Bryant said, scoffing a little. “Listen, you’ve done a pretty good job here, before today. So I’ll tell you what. I’ll write you a letter of recommendation, but you’ve got to get your stuff out of here by the end of the d
ay.”
Kira wanted to protest further, but she could tell based on the firm, almost stern tone in Mr. Bryant’s voice that there was no room for argument in his mind. He’d made his decision already, and there was nothing Kira could do to convince him otherwise. “Can I get the full payment for today, sir?” she asked softly.
“Of course,” Mr. Bryant said. “Just be sure that you turn in your badge and everything to HR before you leave. All right?”
Kira nodded slowly as Mr. Bryant walked around her to open the door to the rest of the office, clearly trying to get her to walk back out to her cubicle and leave him alone. But for a moment she was frozen on the spot, her body incapable of moving as reality set into her mind. This was really happening. She was losing her only source of income, and with all the bills this month she didn’t even have enough money to feed her son Lucian for a week. What was she going to do?
Finally, Mr. Bryant put his hand on her shoulder, tapping his fingers on the top of her shirt until she finally summoned the will to force her body out of the chair and stumble back out to her desk.
She worked the rest of the day in a haze, her thoughts all blurred together as she entered numbers into spreadsheets and answered the phone and did the other mindless tasks assigned to until 5 o’clock. Kira cleaned out her desk, her skin burning with embarrassment as other office aides and paralegals murmured under their breath around her, clearly gossiping about her inglorious demise, and then she dropped off her badge with the HR representative before bolting from the building as quickly as she could. She just wanted to get home, hug her son as closely as she could, and cry until she fell asleep.