by KJ Dahlen
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
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ORIGINAL PLOT OUTLINE
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
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#1 Breed... President Of Rebel’s Blood MC
#2 Greer... VP
#3 Monster ... Enforcer
#4 Crow... IT
#5 Maverick ... Lieutenant
#6 Cowboy... Medic
ORIGINAL PLOT OUTLINE
Breed- When Breed finds a woman floating on the river unconscious, he pulled her in and takes her home with him. When she comes around, she’s afraid of them for a good reason. She’s being hunted by an MC from Alabama- Her name is Kizzy Williams and an MC from Alabama kidnapped her for money. Her grandfather is a huge businessman in Georgia. Brian Williams.
The Alabama MC is called, Hade’s Messengers.
Kizzy doesn’t know how much she wants them to know about her. While her grandfather might not care where she is or who she’s with, she never once thought her kidnapping would make a difference to him. She had moved out of his house a long time ago but he always called her to be his hostess at parties and such. But she ended up being his servant most of the time. He felt she owed him for taking care of her after her parents died.
But she did know if the Hades MC found out her grandfather wouldn’t pay they would kill her. After all, they had absolutely no reason to keep her alive. But she wasn’t sure what this MC would do to her.
She did know that she needed to find a way back home without getting caught by the Hade’s group.
She has a feeling her cousin, Joey Bassette put the MC up to this. Joey knows what their grandfather is like. He plays the old man all the time. Most of the time it’s for money, as Joey felt the old man owed him. When the old man’s wife left him, she had two kids, Joey’s mom and her dad.
He ignored his own children and their children until Kizzy was fourteen and her parents died in a car crash. As he was her grandfather, she went to live with him but the old man was cold to her. Then Joey came around and it was even worse. Joey was mean to her and that never stopped.
Now this...
But Breed knows the leader of the Hade’s Messengers- Their leader is Blade. He was cruel and a real bastard. He’s also Breed half brother. Their common parent is their father. He slept with Breed’s mom then left them both before he was even born. He was leader of the Messengers back before Jericho was born. The boys are about the same age but Blade was born from his wife while Breed was a result of his lust. Breed’s mother raised him but Blade always knew about him and he’s always known about Blade.
They never met even at their father’s funeral, instead Breed went days later, and spit on his father’s grave. Then he marked his father’s headstone with a Cherokee curse. That was twelve years ago
So the link this girl had with his half brother disturbed him.
Dad- Jerad Macken, Street name. Repo. Leader of the Messengers back in his day. A cruel man who only took and never gave back. While on a road trip, he saw Breed’s mom, Whisper Moon and he just took her. It didn’t matter to him whether she said no or not. When she ended up pregnant, Jerad didn’t care or want the kid and he sure didn’t want her. He already had a woman in his club and she got pregnant soon after. Her name was Jessie. They named their son Aaron and later on, nicknamed
him Blade. He likes knives.
Repo died twelve years ago and Blade was voted in.
Breed knew when his father died but didn’t come to the funeral but he did go days later. That was when he defaced his headstone with the curse.
Kizzy finally has a memory that alerts Breed to the fact that his brother Blade is into human trafficking And that his cousin, Shyla may be one of the kidnapped girls.
Now he’s got Kizzy and she’s in trouble. If Blade even thinks she’s here, he knows his brother will attack his MC. He has no choice but to warn his men. His men were willing to go to war against the Messengers. They are not a good MC and everyone in the area hated them for what they were doing.
The Rebel’s went after the cargo of girls to steal them right out from under Blade’s nose.
Then the war will certainly begin...
THE LAST OF BOOK ONE....
Breed signaled to Maverick and Monster to get the body off the road.
Then he hopped up into the seat and shut the door.
Peering down, he saw there wasn’t a fat ass dead biker there on the ground anymore.
With gloved hands, he put the truck into gear and got back on the highway.
After just one exit, he got off on County road 25 and headed east. He would be traveling the backroads all the way to Tarron’s Ridge. He had two escorts but the rest of his brothers were piling up the crashed cycles and the dead bodies from the hijack they’d just pulled. Damn, it had been easier than he’d thought it would be. Yeah, they hadn’t had much time to plan but it all had come together nicely.
More men were at the meeting spot waiting on their arrival to help with getting the girls out of the trailer and on their way back to their homes.
He did worry for many miles though cause this might have just been too dammed easy. Nothing in life was ever easy, so he watched for the catch. It could come at him anytime. What if he got busted by some sheriff out here? Carrying all these women who were beat up and drugged. They would toss his red Indian ass into the state pen and throw away the fucking key.
It took an hour and a half before he saw the spot they’d all agreed on. They needed to ditch the truck and get the girls into the two school vans they’d gotten from the reservation at the last minute.
He pulled the truck into the secluded spot just as the sun was rising. They’d barely made it under the wire. No way would they be caught in this truck in full daylight.
He hopped out of the mac to the ground.
Greer was there on his bike and tossed him the keys. “Good thing I was smart and rifled through Hawk’s vest.”
Breed nodded. “Yeah, you were using your brains for once.”
Greer chuckled and flipped him off as he kicked his stand then got off his cycle.
Then they both went around to the back of the truck.
Stepping up on the tail bumper, Breed paused for a second.
“What is it prez?” Greer asked as the other brothers lined up behind him to help with the women.
“I just need to prepare myself. Kizzy said they were bad off. I just know I’m gonna be... well, fucking raged by this.” He took a deep breath and looked down at his waiting crew of 8 men. “They are gonna be scared and will be thinking we are the traffickers, so be gentle here.” Breed unlocked the trailer door and swung it open.
Silence greeted him.
He peered inside the darkened trailer. It was still sort of dark out and he couldn’t see anything. “Greer, hand me a light.”
Greer turned to another brother and grabbed his flashlight then handed it up to Breed.
The men all stood and waited as Breed popped the light on.
Suddenly, a high pitched scream exploded out of the trailer at Breed as a body flew at him and knocked him off the trailer, down on top of Greer.
A ball of fists and long black hair was all that could be seen for a second or two and all that could be heard was someone screaming words in Cherokee.
All the sudden, the woman who was punching Breed, grabbed his weapon from his waist and had it pointed to his nose. “You are gonna die mother fucker!” she screamed at him.
Breed felt blood trickling from his nose as he shook the cobwebs from his brain. “Shyla?”
The young woman halted and stared down at him. “Breed?”
Greer was still caught under him. “Boss—I can’t breathe!” he mumbled.
“Get off me Shy Fox!” Breed exclaimed, using her childhood nickname.
Shyla looked stunned. “W-why are you here?” Her eyes widened as if it had just dawned on her. “You are with those bikers? You are a slaver?” she was yelling.
“Fuck no!” he shouted up at her. “Can’t you see a damn rescue in progress?”
She blinked her eyes in a stunned confusion and lowered the gun.
“Boss....” Greer mumbled from beneath him.
Shyla gasped and finally got off her cousin.
Breed sat up.
“Move Breed!” Greer yelled now. “Your ass is in my fucking face!”
Breed stood up. “Oh, shut the fuck up, you pussy.” He turned and grinned down at his VP.
Only his VP wasn’t looking at him. He was staring up at Shyla as he sat up. He blinked several times as he nearly gaped at the wild Cherokee girl, her long silky hair cascading in different directions while she held Breed’s gun and her ample chest was heaving.
“Well, fuck me,” Greer whispered in awe.
Chapter One
Greer continued to stare at her and then he began noticing what his eyes missed at first glance. Her normally dark skin was badly bruised, her clothes were torn and bloodstained. The poor girl was barely able to stand and seemed to be fading fast now that the crisis was over.
Greer moved quickly and got to his feet. Pushing Breed out of the way, he reached out for her as she began toppling over. He caught her in his arms as she dropped the weapon to the hard dry ground. As she closed her eyes she whispered, “Don’t hurt me.”
Greer hoisted her up in his arms and he whispered in her ear, “Never happen, sweetheart.”
Breed just stood there looking stupid for a second then he shook his head and gazed into the trailer. “We got to get them out and get gone. We’re running out of time.” He looked over at Greer and Shyla. “You got her?” he asked his VP.
“I got her,” Greer assured him.
The men moved forward and gazed into the darkened truck. Breed stepped up and looked into the cavern of the darkened trailer. “Girls, we know your there but we aren’t going to hurt you. We’re here to rescue you but we have to move quickly. We need to get you into a different vehicle before the sunlight lights up the area and the police notice the truck has stopped. Please help us by trusting us.”
Suddenly, a face came out of the darkness. “Can we trust you?”
Breed nodded. “We aren’t here to hurt you. You’ll be safe where we’re taking you and we’ll even get you back to your families. But we have to move fast.”
The face moved forward and as she moved into the light, they all could see she was just a girl, maybe twelve or thirteen years old. She had blonde hair and green eyes and her clothes were dirty and torn. She was also missing her shoes. She came forward slowly but she did come forward.
She studied the men waiting for her and then she saw Shyla in Greer’s arms. He was holding her gently instead of by force and that seemed to make up the girl’s mind. She looked back into the dark and mumbled something then went to the edge of the trailer and held her hands out.
When Breed handed her off to one of the other men, more and more faces appeared. When the trailer should have been empty, one of the girls tugged on Breed’s shirt.
He looked down into her eyes and saw worry there. Breed knelt and when he was at her eye level, he asked her, “What’s wrong sweetheart? We’re running out of time here.”
“Rosie isn’t out here yet,” the little girl told him. “She’s still in the trailer.”
“Rosie?” Breed looke
d around the area.
The little girl nodded. “She wasn’t feeling good this morning and got hit when she didn’t get in the truck fast enough. She never came out with us.”
Breed grabbed a flashlight and climbed up into the trailer. Using the light, he began combing the trailer for one more child. He found her in the far corner. She was just a little kid but he could tell she was in serious trouble. Small for her age, she didn’t look to be more than ten years old. The light showed him several bruises and she had a trickle of blood coming from the corner of her mouth.
Shoving the flashlight into his pocket, he gently gathered her light and limp body in his arms then turned, making his way to the back of the trailer. He handed her off to one of his men and jumped down to the ground. Everyone else had been loaded into the two buses.
He saw they were ready to go, so Breed raised his hand and circled it around the top of his head. The buses started up and pulled out onto the road. As one of the buses passed him, he looked up and found Greer in there. He was still holding Shyla in his arms. He frowned and walked over to where his men were standing beside their bikes.
One of his men named Ink was shaking his head. When Breed joined him, Ink grinned. “He wouldn’t let her go. I was gonna help with the kids but I think I’ll ride his bike back.”
Breed snorted. “Someone has to. The man has lost his freakin’ mind.”
His SSA Brick joined them and reminded him, “Boss, I think I saw someone else just like Greer the other day. You know when you brought Kizzy into the club. You wouldn’t let her go either.”
Breed growled and swung his leg over his ride. “Let’s get the fuck out of here before we get caught in Blade’s territory. If he finds us here, he’ll grind us into a dirty pulp.”
They took off and escorted the two school buses back to Tarron’s Ridge. They didn’t run into any problems until they got almost home. Then it was easy to bypass the waiting sheriff from the border. Ink and Monk had ridden ahead to clear the path for the busses and when he spotted the hiding cop car, he turned around and found the escort. They were then able to change to another section of county road. It was all dirt but they bypassed the sheriff and avoided getting caught.