CHAOS (A Lords of Sin MC Novel) (Motorcycle Club Bad Boy Romance)

by Michelle, Aubrey

  “Here you go, baby.”

  I lit my cigarette while she climbed back in bed and started staring at me with a goofy look on her face.

  “What?”

  “Who exactly was that girl that came here last night?”

  Taking a drag off my cigarette, I laughed. “What’s it matter? She left me a long time ago.”

  “What’s that mean?”

  “Nothin’.”

  The summer she’d left, I had a thing for her. I figured I’d fucked up bad when she saw me at the square with Heather. None of the girls around town liked her. She was an opinionated loud mouth, but oh, her mouth was so big. I was only with her because she’d deep throat you any place, any where. Then she got knocked up by some old creep and moved away. Actually, her parents sent her to live with her rich aunt. The look in Raven’s eyes when she saw us walking down the street together cut through me. She was hurt, and I knew it but I’m not the kind of guy to go chasing down women. I don’t chase women and I don’t do apologies. Even if I had fucked up, I wasn’t gonna say I was sorry. But when she walked into the clubhouse and I laid eyes on her, a million sorries went through my head like alarm bells on a fire truck.

  “Whatever. Mind if I have one?” she held up my pack of smokes.

  “Go ahead.”

  Tucking ourselves into the sheets and getting comfortable while we had our after-sex smokes, I put my arm around her when she rested her head on my chest. Her long blond hair covered part of my Lords of Sin tattoo on the center of my chest. Suddenly, my door flung open, the door handle slamming into the wall. I’d been too preoccupied with moving her hair out of the way of my tattoo to notice that Raven had peeked her head in through a crack in the door.

  “What the fuck?”

  “I was about to say the same to you! Ever heard of knocking?” I threw Princess off my lap as she wrapped the sheets tightly around her fake tits.

  “You know what?” She stared at me. It was the same fucking look she gave me back in front of the pawn shop, but this time it was worse. “Never mind!”

  Fuck! I watched her spin around on her heel as she stormed down the hallway back into the House of Commons. Princess stayed in bed, a smart ass grin plastered across her face. Haphazardly dressing myself, I threw my clothes on in a hurry to catch up to Raven.

  “Get the fuck out!” I snapped at Princess. The color of her face drained as her smile disappeared. “NOW!” I growled at her.

  Running down the hall, I could see Raven heading for the front door. My brothers could already tell what was going down when I came out half naked, chasing after Raven as I called out to her. She didn’t stop.

  “Raven! Come back here!”

  She stopped before she opened her car door. Her face was flushed, her eyes watery. As much as she was pissed, I knew she was hurt. Fuck, Chaos! Why you gotta be such an asshole? Grabbing onto her shoulder, I stopped her from getting into her car and driving away for good.

  “Come back inside. We need to talk.”

  “What the fuck for? Looks like you were already busy.”

  Her plump bottom lip quivered as she tried to hold back her emotions. “Fuck. Just come back in. We can talk in…”

  “In where? Your room? Sorry, it’s already fucking occupied!”

  “I’m only gonna say this one more fucking time. Get inside. NOW!”

  She started to protest, but before she could say anything, I scooped her up in my gargantuan arms and threw her over my shoulder, heading back inside.

  “Put me down! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” her tiny fists pounded on my back. I had to keep from laughing at her. It felt like tiny pebbles were hitting my shoulders with each blow she tried to deliver.

  “Settle down, babe. All I wanna do is talk to you. Then you can decide whether you wanna stay or go.”

  My brothers were all snickering at the bar as they watched me carry Raven to my room like a three-year-old who was throwing a fit. One look was all I gave ‘em to shut their mouths. The last fucking thing I needed was for her to think they were making fun of the little scene she’d put on outside. Inside my room, I tossed her onto the bed and shut the door. She jumped off my bed immediately as she tried to get away.

  “Not so fast.” I held the door closed with one hand while she tried to pull the door open using both her hands and feet. “I said I wanna talk to you. Have a seat, babe.”

  “Stop. Calling. Me. Babe!” she continued working at the door.

  Fuck me. Here we go. I picked her up and put her on my lap, holding her there as I sat down in the chair at the desk in my room. I gotta give it to her, she’s a feisty one.

  “You need to calm the fuck down. I’ll let you leave after we talk.”

  “We don’t need to talk! Not as long as you’re fucking her!”

  Shit. Here it comes. The shit storm from hell. “Listen, babe, I..”

  “I told you! Stop calling me babe! Fuck you, Troy! Oops, I mean Chaos. You know, since you’re a big bad ass…asshole!”

  “The fuck is your problem? Nobody talks to me like that.” I clenched my teeth, snarling at her as I controlled my impulse to smack the living hell out of her.

  “You! You’re my problem!”

  “How am I your fucking problem, Raven?”

  “When I came here, it was to help you. Help your club. All you’ve done is keep me in the dark about everything, like you always did and throw shit in my face.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about? What did I throw in your face?”

  “Please! You and that ole slut! We were together last night.”

  “Yeah, last night. One night. In what? Almost a decade? In case you forgot, I don’t have a girlfriend. I don’t do dinners and dates or romancing or love-making. I drink, flirt and fuck whoever, whenever I want. Fucking didn’t automatically make you my girlfriend, Raven.”

  “Whatever.” Her cheeks were flushed and the tips of her ears were turning crimson. She was pissed.

  “What’d you come here for anyway, babe? I didn’t think I’d see you again after last night.”

  “Where did you go last night?”

  “What?”

  “When you dropped me off after you got that text. Where’d you go?”

  “Why the fuck do you care?”

  “Answer the question.”

  “I had to talk to the prez about club business. Why do you care?”

  “Right. Club business. What was that club business?”

  “Now if I told you, it’d be our business, but it’s not. What’s with the fifty fucking question game?”

  “There was…another body turned up today.”

  “And?” Why the fuck does she think I care about her examining dead bodies?

  “It had your club’s symbol on it.”

  “Jesus Christ!” I turned around and punched the wall. “Who the fuck was it?”

  “Don’t you know?”

  “No! How would I know who’s showing up at the morgue?”

  “It was a guy from the Warrior’s MC. His name was Tyson Murphy…he was burned alive.”

  “What the fuck? Burned alive?” It dawned on me. She thought I did it! “Wait a minute. What are you trying to fucking say here, babe?”

  “I know you said your club’s clean, but what do you think it looks like when you cut out in the middle of us hanging out for club business and next thing you know, another body turns up?”

  My nostrils flared as I grit my teeth. Glaring at her, I punched the desk. “You still don’t believe I’m fucking clean?” Every vein raised in my forehead as I curled up my lips. “Raven, I don’t give a fuck if you believe me or not. I’m telling you the goddamned truth! You’ve grossly underestimated me!”

  “Tell me what you were doing last night. And the other nights. You’ve gotta give me a reason to believe you.”

  “Damn it, woman! Don’t you ever dare tell me what to do! A lot of people think I’m an over-sized, egotistical asshole, and that’s fine. I’m no
t as dumb as some might think. Especially goody-two-shoes, college educated babes like you.”

  “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

  “You think I spent all that time in prison just staring at walls? Fuck no! I was busy studying law while I was serving my time, babe.” Her mouth opened, then she promptly closed it. “That’s right. I’m a lot fuckin’ smarter than you think, and I’m sure as hell not out killing people the way you think I am.”

  “Then who is it? And why would you need to study law? Most law-abiding citizens know the rules because they follow them. The only ones who’d need to study ‘em are the ones out breaking those laws and trying to find ways around ‘em.”

  “Spare me the bullshit, babe. You know how much lawyers charge the days? A fuckin’ arm and a leg. If there’s a way I can help myself or one of my brothers out of a jam, then I’ll do it.”

  “Because you’re all a bunch of criminals!”

  “Look, we do our fair share of illegal shit, but not brand and murder people. If that’s what you think we do, then you got me all wrong, babe.”

  “Then who’s doing it Troy? Matty’s got your club pegged. He’s got a hard-on for your club—you especially.”

  I snarled my lips. “Don’t fucking call me that and he can go straight to hell. If he wasn’t such a sell-out, he’d be sitting right next to me, wearing the very same cut. But he’s made of a different cloth.”

  “You still didn’t answer my question.”

  “Don’t go back repeating shit, but as much as I hate to admit it, I’ve been investigating my men on my own time. It’s not what a fuckin’ brother likes to do, but I gotta make sure we’re all on the same page.”

  “Do you think any of them did it?”

  “Jesus, Raven! No. After I was pokin’ my nose around, I found out that on at least two of the occasions, the entire MC was together when the murders happened.”

  “You sure?”

  “And not only that, but none of the victims you’ve named have been attached to my club in any way. They were all members of the other clubs.”

  “That’s my point exactly. Like Matty says, your club must have some rivals with the other local MC clubs.”

  “Matt says a lot of shit,” I snapped. “And your little ‘Matty’ don’t know shit either. You sure you’re not fuckin’ him too?”

  “Don’t you dare! I would never!”

  All the adrenaline from arguing was surging through my body, leading the blood straight to the head of my throbbing dick. The veins standing out on her neck were fucking irresistible as she tried to argue with me and I couldn’t stop pretending I didn’t see them. I reached down and grabbed her by the ass, lifting her crotch in direct line with the head of my cock that was bulging behind the zipper in my jeans. Pushing her up against the wall, I bit into that pale white neck of hers, sinking my teeth deep into those veins as my tongue licked and sucked along the length of her neck. Her nails dug into my back the harder I sucked.

  Pulling her t-shirt over her head, I yanked her bra off of her. Her big, perky tits plopped out of her lacy material bra right before my eyes. I pushed my raging hard-on against her, taking her nipple into my mouth as I did it.

  “Oh, my God,” she panted, wanting more of me.

  Our tongues met in a hot dance as I carried her over to the bed pulled her on top of me. Eager to get her out of those jeans, I started fumbling with her button, which was too damned small for my bulky hands. Ripping her jeans open was the only way I was getting them off. The sound of the fabric tearing turned her on. Before I knew it, she was on all fours giving me the best head I’d ever fucking had.

  “Give me that pussy,” I growled. “I need it. Now!”

  Climbing on top of me, I didn’t give her a chance to sink herself down onto me. I grabbed her hips and jerked her soaked pussy onto my shaft, impaling her all the way. The fire in her eyes drove me deeper. Holding onto her hips as she swiftly bucked them, I took control from the bottom as I jackhammered into her. I couldn’t help but bite those round, succulent tits as they bounced in front of my face. Her back arched as she began to moan and say my name.

  “That’s right, babe. Fucking cum all over my cock!” Flexing my arms, I gripped her shoulders, pressing her down onto me and drove myself deeper into her. Her hot pussy tightened around my cock as it pulsated. Watching her form a perfect ‘O’ with her mouth as her nipples puckered, my balls began to tighten. I could feel it coming. “Fuck, babe,” I grunted, fucking her harder. Her slick pussy coated my shaft as it glided in and out of her. Pumping my thick, hot seed into her, she moaned even louder.

  “Goddamn!” she huffed, trying to catch her breath.

  “Told you ya’d wanna stay.” I reached over to grab my smokes as she slid off my cock.

  “Whatever.”

  “We got somethin’ good here, babe.” I ran my hand through her hair, grabbing a handful before I stopped. “And don’t ever fucking forget it.”

  “Give me a drag,” she reached for my cigarette.

  “Wanna grab a beer? Maybe we can talk civilized this time, without the yelling.”

  “Yeah, I’d like that. Let’s go.”

  Sitting in the Commons, we grabbed a table away from everyone else.

  “What are you going to do if, and when, Matty tries to pin you for these murder charges?”

  “He ain’t got no evidence because I didn’t do shit. I’m going to keep digging to find out who is behind this shit, though. My club deserves to know who’s dragging our name through the mud. And when we find ‘em, they’re gonna be fucking sorry.”

  Chapter 5: Raven

  If there was one thing I didn’t learn at school, it was common sense. Hooking up with the enforcer of a biker club in a pending murder investigation was the worst thing I could do—especially in my profession. If he really was guilty, I was slowly helping the cops build a case against him. But I believed him when he said they were clean. And the sex? It was fucking mind-blowing, better than a caramel-filled chocolate candy bar, even. Against my better judgment, I decided to insert myself a little deeper in the investigation and I had come up with a plan to do it. Matty was so predictable, that it didn’t take much plotting on my part. He typically stopped by everyday, whether he had a corpse for me or not.

  Acting as though everything was normal at work, I waited for him to come in. It was generally right before his lunch break, his little way of padding his time away from the job. Without fail, he came trotting through the door right on cue around 10:30.

  “Raven, how’s my lovely ray of sunshine doing today?”

  Gag me. “Not bad. How ‘bout yourself?”

  “Ah, what can I say? A Sergeant’s work is never done.” He nosed around the lab for a minute. “You come up with anymore evidence on those bodies that the Lord’s branded?”

  “Not yet, but speaking of that, I had a question for you. Do you think it’s possible that someone’s setting them up? Maybe they’re not really behind it.”

  “What ever gave you that stupid idea?” he snorted. “You’ve seen the markings yourself. You think some other club is gonna put the Lords’ symbol on someone they took out? Clubs usually only kill to send a message or prove a point. There’s no way another club wouldn’t put their own branding on someone if they were sending a message or somethin’.”

  “I guess you could be right, but it’s just that…” I didn’t know if I should say anything that might tip him off that I’d been hanging around the clubhouse.

  “What? Seems like you got somethin’ to say.”

  “Chaos says that his club’s clean.” There, I said it.

  “Chaos? Ah, I see that you’ve been hanging out with the bad boys. I’d never told you his road name. What do you wanna go messing with a guy like that for? Someone who’s got a criminal record as long as I am tall, fucks everything that walks and drinks and drugs it up.”

  “What I do on my personal time is none of your business. I happened to run into him and it k
inda came up.”

  “Kinda came up? What? Do you think I fell out of a fuckin’ wagon last night?”

  “Anyway, that’s not the point.” While I did think he was a shitty Sergeant, I wasn’t going to tell him that to his face. Not directly anyway. “I think you should look for other motives.”

  “Stickin’ up for the ole boyfriend, eh? That’s a nice one, Raven, but I didn’t join the force yesterday. I’m pretty sure he’s the main clown in the rodeo, and I’m going to prove it.”