The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Complete Series

by Jenika Snow

  Zeke hadn’t spoken, hadn’t said a fucking word to Shakes since he’d walked into the room. The club was right behind Zeke, the thick glass tinted so no one could see in, but those in the office could see out. It was also soundproofed, so although people were dancing, practically fucking each other on the dance floor to the music that blasted overhead, Shakes couldn’t hear any of it.

  Shakes stared at Zeke, didn’t show any expression, and told himself that what he was about to tell this hardcore motherfucker would probably have him sleeping in a hole six feet under for the rest of his life. They were in one of Zeke’s office. The fucker owned a shitload of clubs in the city, and when he wasn’t doing legal work, like with the clubs, he was a pimp, drug dealer. And embezzler.

  All in all, Zeke was one bad motherfucker, didn’t care about anything or anyone aside from himself, his business, and his daughter, Daniella.

  Daniella.

  Yeah, that was why Shakes was here right now, about to tell this prick that he wanted his daughter in the worst kind of way.

  “If you have something to say, I suggest you say it. I have business to handle and I agreed to give you five minutes.” Zeke said, his voice hard, devoid of emotion.

  Shakes was on edge; although the MC told him to not go near Daniella, that there were plenty of other females he could fuck, Shakes knew it was more than that. Shakes wanted her like a fiend wanted his next fix, his heroin, hell, his fucking everything. In just the short time he’d been around her, he’d grown obsessed and possessive of the woman.

  She wasn’t even the type he normally went for. She was plain, almost geeky, but in a totally hot way. She was also innocent, so damn vulnerable that compared to him, she was pure driven snow. He was corrupted, evil, a murderer who did illegal shit. Fuck, he was the scum and shit on the bottom of her loafers.

  “Spit it out, because time’s wasting, boy,” Zeke said impatiently.

  Shakes gritted his teeth, dug his nails into the armrests of the chair, and stared at Zeke with the same expression on his face, in his gaze: cold, hard, unrelenting, and not about to put up with any shit. “It’s about Daniella.”

  Zeke immediately tensed. “What the fuck about her?”

  Shakes thought about how to phrase it, but realized there wouldn’t be any good way to go about it. So, he just fucking said it. “I want her…as mine.”

  Zeke didn’t say anything for some time, and as the seconds ticked by, as the tension, heat, and oppression in the room grew, Shakes knew that shit was about to hit the mother fucking fan.

  “What the fuck did you just say?” Zeke said slowly, braced his hands on the desk, and stood. He leaned in an inch. “Say that again.”

  Shakes hadn’t brought any of the club with him. His decision had nothing to do with the Soldiers of Wrath. Demon didn’t have the first clue that he was standing here, right now, with Zeke.

  “I’ve come to tell you that I want Daniella and she wants me.” Shakes rested his hand on his hip, close to his gun at the base of his back.

  “You know I didn’t just hear that. I didn’t hear the shit that just spilled from your mother fucking lips.” Zeke burst out laughing.

  “You don’t think I know men like you. You’re all the fucking same.” Zeke didn’t make a move to round the desk. He buttoned up his suit jacket, smirking. “My Daniella is not going anywhere with you. You’re going to leave my office, climb on your bike, and get the fuck back to your club. I told Demon none of you were to touch my girl.”

  Shakes chuckled. “I’m not here because of Demon. I’m not here because of the club or who you are. Let me say it properly: Daniella is mine, Zeke. She’s my old lady, my woman, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

  “You touch my daughter, Shakes, and you’ll be a fucking dead bastard on the sidewalk. Do you understand me?”

  Shakes smiled. The temptation to tell him that he wasn’t going to get the chance was strong. Instead, he walked out of the office.

  He knew Zeke wasn’t lying. All that stood between him and death was mere minutes. Walking out of that office, he had no doubt Zeke would be calling his home. Grabbing his cell phone, he called Daniella.

  “How did it go?”

  “It didn’t go. Pack anything I can carry on my bike. We’re leaving now.”

  “Wait, why?”

  “If we don’t move, I’m dead, because I won’t take you back to the club or to Zeke.” He hung up, climbing onto his bike. Riding toward the hotel where he’d put Daniella, Shakes had only one regret. His one selfish act was going to cost the club. He couldn’t give up Daniella. Once Shakes had her, he wasn’t going to give her up ever again

  Chapter 4

  Daniella had never considered going on the run from her father, yet this was exactly what was happening. Shakes had come to her at the hotel, picked her up, and they’d been on the move since. They hadn’t stopped for the past twenty-four hours. She was tired and just wanted to rest. They had to be at least a thousand miles from the Soldiers of Wrath and her father. Shakes had tossed his jacket away at the hotel where he’d picked her up. He’d left a small note simply saying sorry to his brothers, and she wondered how this would fare in the long run with his status in the club.

  Her legs were hurting her from straddling the bike. All she wanted to do was sleep. She was worried, of course. Daniella worried about what her father would do to Shakes if they were caught, and she worried about what his club would do to him for abandoning them. Of course, she felt this thrill that Shakes would run with her, risk everything just for her, but it scared the hell out of her.

  He pulled up into a rundown motel that looked like one paid by the hour, and although it looked nasty as hell, she couldn’t lie, she really didn’t care as long as she was with Shakes.

  “Stay here,” he said, leaving her sitting on his bike. She wrapped her arms around her waist, and looked around at the shady surroundings. Her cell phone went off, startling her and causing her heart to race. Daniella glanced down to see Zeke was calling her. She hovered over the accept button then decided against it. He would kill Shakes for taking her. She didn’t want Shakes dead.

  Did she love him?

  She really didn’t know. He was different, and he saw her, like, really saw her, which was new when it came to her. Daniella wasn’t under any illusion about the way she looked. She wasn’t beautiful like Deanna, Amy, or Eloise. Her plain, geeky appearance was obviously easy to overlook.

  Several shifty looking guys passed by watching her and she hated their gazes on her.

  Come on, Shakes.

  Her father was many things, but he’d never leave her out in the open in a strange neighborhood that clearly allowed murder as it’s day job.

  Get a grip, Dani. It’s fine. You’re going to be completely fine.

  Shakes appeared only moments later swinging some keys around his finger. “We’re in luck.”

  “Don’t leave me outside again,” she said, glancing behind her at those men.

  “I won’t let anything happen to you. I had my eye on you even when I was in the office, and if those fuckers came at you they would be dead at my feet right now.”

  “I don’t like this. Do you expect us to be on the run forever?” she asked, feeling her anxiety over this rising. He grabbed her arm and led her toward one of the rooms that was in the back.

  “Tomorrow I’ve got to ditch the bike, and we’ll get a small car.”

  Daniella bit her lip really fighting the need to snap and curse at him, trying to tell him, make him understand that this was going to get him killed. He opened the door to their room. Stepping inside, he flicked the light on and Daniella’s heart sank. The walls were yellow from years of smoking clients and no refreshing paint. The bed was made but the air was riddled with the scent of old, dirty sex.

  Tears filled her eyes and she tried to take a step back. “I want to go back home.”

  “Do you want to be with me?” he asked.

  “I don’t know.” Bu
t she didn’t know if she meant that.

  “We go back and I’m a dead man.”

  “I didn’t want this. I don’t know what I want, but I know for damn sure it’s not this. I can’t stand this.” She covered her face with her hands, sobbing as the reality of their situation finally hit her hard.

  What the hell was she doing? She was running away with a man over ten years older than she was, a man she really didn’t know, and doing something that could really get Shakes killed, and put her in a bad spot.

  The door closed and he touched her hands. She shook her head, refusing to release her own face. “No, I don’t want you to touch me.”

  “Dani,” he said, speaking softly.

  When he used that voice, she wanted to fall for him all over again. It was a combination of so many things that had her melting for him.

  “I can’t do this. I’m not used to this.”

  He ran his hands up and down her arms, tugging her against his body. “Look, I know this place is a shit hole. I wouldn’t dream of bringing you here if I didn’t have any other choice.”

  “We can go back home.”

  “We’ve been gone long enough they know shit has gone down with me and you. We go back and I’m a dead bastard. Your father will kill me, and there is sure as hell going to be issues with the club.”

  Tears filled her eyes even more. Dropping her hands, she stared up into his face. “I don’t want you to die. I don’t want to be responsible for you getting killed.”

  He took her hands, pressing a small kiss to the inside of her wrists. “I know, baby. I know you don’t want me to die.” He tugged her tight against him and she didn’t fight.

  Wrapping her arms around his body, she took a deep breath. “I’m so scared, and honestly I am so shocked that I’m doing this when we don’t really even know each other.”

  “There’s no need to be scared. We stay here, I trade my bike in for a car, and I empty out my account. I’ve got time to get us plenty of cash. When we’re far away, I can find us a place. We can’t use our real names.”

  “Are you even listening to yourself?”

  “Lots of people do this, Dani.”

  “No, not this. My dad will never stop looking for me, Shakes. He’ll never give up and I don’t want to spend my life running, afraid for you.”

  She wasn’t scared about herself. Her father was many things, but he’d never hurt her. But Shakes on the other hand…yeah, if he got hold of Shakes, he was dead.

  Zeke would be disappointed. It would make a change for him to be disappointed in her rather than the other way around. She’d never done anything like this.

  “I know he won’t ever give up. We can’t go back.”

  She cupped his face, touching him for what felt like the first time. “Okay, then we’re going to have to make the best of it, aren’t we?”

  He pushed her against the wall. “I know this place isn’t perfect for you, baby. I will make it up to you.”

  This was all so crazy, but even though she was scared for herself and Shakes, and even though she honestly didn’t know what the future held for them, she did know she wanted to be with him. It was strong inside of her, that need to be with him in every way. Daniella moaned as he slammed his lips down on hers. They didn’t have to hide like they did back at the clubhouse.

  Look on the bright side.

  There wasn’t much else she could do. They were both in danger. Sliding her fingers into his hair, she pulled on the length, groaning as he pressed his rock hard cock against her abdomen. She pushed back, gliding one of her hands down to grip his cock in her fist over his jeans.

  “You’re going to drive me crazy, aren’t you, baby.”

  “Yes, please, Shakes, I need you.”

  “I’m not going to fuck you here. When I take your pussy, it’s going to be in a room that I know is damn clean. I’m many things, Dani, but your first time is going to be memorable.” She groaned. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t make you feel good. I’m going to have you riding my fingers, baby, melting for me. Would you like that?”

  “Yes, Shakes, please.”

  She gripped his shirt tightly, arousal flooding her.

  “First, I want you to get naked. I want to see you, Dani. No hiding.”

  He took a step back, watching her. Daniella licked her lips as he tugged his shirt up his body. She took a deep breath as he exposed the beauty of his naked chest. There were patches of ink here and there.

  “Now it’s your turn.”

  Opening her jacket, she let it fall to the floor before taking her time to undo the buttons of her shirt. Her hands were shaking but Shakes didn’t rush her. There was no sound from him when she removed her shirt. She stood in front of him in her plain white bra.

  “Take it off. Let me see you, Dani.”

  Reaching behind her, she unclipped the bra, and then let it fall to the floor. She stared somewhere past his shoulder so she didn’t have to look him in the eye.

  “You’re utterly beautiful, Dani.”

  Forcing herself to look into his eyes, she saw the lust shining back at her. He took a step closer. The tips of his fingers running up her stomach, and just when he was about to touch her breasts her cell phone rang, invading the moment.

  For a moment she didn’t move, didn’t even breathe. Was it Zeke again? “Sorry,” she said, bending down to grab her phone from her jacket.

  Shakes took it from her and read the name flashing on the screen. “It’s your father.”

  “He keeps calling and I keep ignoring him.” She tucked some hair behind her ear, folding her arms over her breasts. The last thing she wanted to be doing was talk about her father when she wasn’t wearing a bra and about to be sexual with Shakes.

  They stared at Zeke’s name flashing across her screen.

  “Do you really want to go back?” he asked again.

  “I don’t want you to get hurt, but I want to be with you.” She shook her head, finally making her decision. No, she wasn’t going back.

  Taking her phone from him, she hit ignore then closed her phone. It was final and done.

  Her phone now went straight to voicemail. Zeke growled out as Daniella or that bastard Shakes, turned off her fucking phone. He threw his cell phone across the clubhouse. The moment he’d come for Daniella, he’d known something was wrong. Demon wouldn’t allow him inside the clubhouse, and he’d not been able to get in contact with his little girl.

  “What the fuck is going on?” Zeke asked, barely restraining his anger.

  “She left willingly with Shakes,” Demon said, saying the words through gritted teeth. “We don’t know anything else.”

  “The bastard came to me telling me he wanted Daniella to be his. I told you no one touched my little girl.” He glanced around the clubhouse. The room was full with Demon’s patched-in members. Deanna stood by Demon, and Amy was beside Joker. “Did I miss the party invitation?” Zeke asked.

  “I’m pregnant with our first child,” Deanna said, holding her belly as if for protection.

  From the gritting of Demon’s teeth, it was clear he hadn’t wanted Zeke to know about that. “How interesting. So, my daughter has somehow been getting closer to one of your men and now I can’t find her, and he’s nowhere to be seen.”

  “We’ll find him.”

  “I know you’ll find, him, and you’ll bring him to me.” Zeke wasn’t used to having to wait for what he wanted.

  “No, I’m not going to bring him to you.”

  Zeke smiled. “You’re not going to have a choice.” He moved toward one of his men. Taking the man’s cell phone, he put a call in to one of his associates. Zeke had contacts everywhere, and more secrets than any other man he knew. Staring in Demon’s eyes he waited for the man to answer.

  “Yes?” The man on the other end said.

  “I’ve got a job for you.”

  “Listening,” his associate said.

  “The Soldiers of Wrath MC are on the lookout for one of their men,
goes by the name Shakes. If they take Shakes in or in anyway try to help him, I want you to put a bullet through Deanna’s skull.” Zeke kept his face stoic even as Demon went for him. His men drew their guns, and the tension mounted in the room. “Name your price.” The man said a price. “Done.”

  Disconnecting the call, he pocketed the cell phone.

  “And you wonder why Daniella couldn’t stand you? You’re a monster,” Amy said, shouting out. Joker slammed his hand over Amy’s mouth.

  “I’m not a monster. I’m getting the job done because I want my fucking daughter back.”

  “You fucking bastard.”

  Zeke stared at the man opposite him. “You can let him go,” he said to his men. “I’ve got no problems with facing you, Demon. I warned you not to mess with me.” He closed the distance between him and Demon, getting right into his face, showing them all he wasn’t scared. Zeke had been through hell and come out the other side stronger than anyone else he’d known. The only thing he gave a shit about was his little girl. He wasn’t the best father in the world, but he loved her.

  “I’ll bring him to you,” Demon said, slowly, his anger clear in his voice.

  “Good, because I’d hate to have to put a bullet in your woman’s head.”

  “You’d still do it though, wouldn’t you?” Demon asked, rage coming from him.

  Zeke smiled. “I will do it. What you’ve got to realize, Demon, is there are few things I won’t do. I won’t kill a child, and I don’t take unwilling women, but I do kill them if they cross me or anyone I hold dear. I will kill your woman if it gets me what I want.”

  “And what if we can’t find them?” Demon asked.

  “I suggest you find them, because if you don’t then your woman won’t be breathing any longer. You and I both know there isn’t anything your club could do to stop me. Don’t let him slip through your fingers.” Nodding his head at the clubhouse, Zeke smiled humorlessly. He’d made a lot of enemies, but again, it wasn’t something he wasn’t used to, or especially cared about.