by K. J. Dahlen
Table of Contents
Title Page
DEDICATION
PRELUDE
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-THREE
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Sin’s Bastards MC Next Generation
Book Two
K.J. Dahlen
Copyright K.J. Dahlen, 2018
DEDICATION
For all the readers who have followed Satan’s Spawn MC Series & Sin’s Bastards MC Series.... Here is the Next Generation for the Sin’s Bastards MC.
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K.J. Dahlen
PRELUDE
From Karma’s Bite, Book Five, Sin’s Bastards
One year ago….
Before he could even sit down and start his day, there was a knock on Deke Tory’s door. He turned and called out, “Come in!”
The door opened and a young man entered. He was tall but not as tall as Deke. His hair was black and cut short and his eyes were green. He approached slowly and just stared at Deke for a moment. “Are you Deke Tory?”
Deke nodded. “And you are?”
The other man straightened and stared him in the eye as he responded, “My name is Charlie Blackman. Does the name mean anything to you?”
Deke thought for a moment, then shook his head. “No it doesn’t. Should it?”
“The name Quinn Blackman mean anything?”
Again, Deke shook his head.
Charlie snarled. “It should yeah.”
Deke stared for a moment. “Why should it mean anything to me? I don’t know the name or the person.”
“Maybe your father does.” Charlie growled. “Or at least he should.”
Deke shrugged. “Then maybe you should talk to Sam about that, not me.” Turning to his desk he said, “If you’ll excuse me I have work to do.”
Charlie took a deep breath and exhaled. “I’m sorry. Maybe I should explain myself before you dismiss me completely. I’d rather not talk to Sam Tory in this lifetime but to save her life, I will.”
Deke turned back to Charlie. “Maybe you should tell me whatever it is.”
“My sister’s name is Quinn. Quinn is also your sister and she needs your help.”
Deke felt his world sway. He moved over to his chair and sat down hard. Looking up at Charlie, he had to ask, “What do you mean she’s my sister too?”
“Quinn is Sam Tory’s daughter, which makes her your sister as well as mine.” He shrugged. “I came to you first, hoping you could help me.”
Deke narrowed his eyes. “What do you need my help with that you can’t go to Sam about?”
Charlie released a sigh of disgust. “I wouldn’t ask Sam Tory for the time of day, let alone something like this.”
“And what the hell is this all about?” Deke glared at him. “Explain yourself before I throw you out on your ass.”
“I need to know your blood type.”
Deke pulled his head back. “Why do you need to know that?”
“Because your father passed his rare blood type on to my sister and she needs a transfusion to live.”
“What the fuck?”
Charlie began to pace as he explained his mission, “My sister contacted aplastic anemia from our mother while Mom was pregnant with her. Mom used to work in a chemical plant where she contacted the disease. She was able to get treatment but only because she had a common blood type. Quinn wasn’t so lucky. When the anemia presented itself this time, her blood type was harder to find, in fact only a relative with the same blood type can help her. She needs a marrow transfusion in order for the drugs to work.”
“Can’t your mother help?” Deke asked. “And what do you mean this time?”
Charlie’s eyes hardened. “This is Quinn’s second go round with this disease. The first time it wasn’t as bad as this time. She was able to handle the drug cocktail the doctors gave her.” He shook his head. “This time, the doctors tried but the cocktail won’t work. Mom’s body was weakened by the disease the first time. She wouldn’t accept the full treatment because of the baby she was carrying, so her body began to shut down. After Quinn was born, the doctor’s began an aggressive treatment but there was too much damage by that time. She came back that time but then a couple years later, she got pregnant with me and the doctors told her we might not make it. She barely survived having me and when the anemia came back this last time, almost a year ago it proved fatal. Her body was just too fragile to survive the treatment the third time. She was sick a lot when Quinn and I were growing up, so Quinn ended up taking care of her and me when she should have been a kid but that’s just something you do for family. Now the anemia has presented itself in Quinn again and her body’s is rejecting the drugs she needs to live. The doctor tells us a marrow transfusion from someone with her rare blood type should help her not reject the drugs. It’s not even a certainty but it’s better than nothing. I’m hoping you can give her that. It’s worth a chance anyway.”
“Why not go to her father?” Deke wanted to know.
Charlie stared at him for a moment then shrugged. “If Quinn knew I even spoke to you, she wouldn’t accept the transfusion. She hates your father with everything in her. If I didn’t love her enough to look beyond Sam’s bloodline, I wouldn’t be here.”
“Does she know about me?”
“Yes she does, but because of Sam she wouldn’t ask you for anything either,” Charlie admitted. “She’d hate it if she knew I was here talking to you, begging you to give her a small bit of hope, because that’s all she has left.”
“What makes you think she’ll accept it if she knows it’s from me then?”
“Because I’m begging you to give her this chance without telling Sam,” Charlie explained. “Maybe as long as this has nothing to do with your father, she’ll accept it. At least I’m hoping she will. Without this transfusion, she won’t make it.”
“What exactly do I have to do?”
“To start with, you need to have a blood test done to see if you are a match or not. If you don’t share the same blood as Quinn, it’s a moot point anyway.”
“That’s not so bad,” Deke replied. “What if the sample matches hers? Then what?”
“Then the doctors will ask you for a sample of your bone marrow. If it’s a viable match, it will be a go and once the serum is administered, she can begin treatments. The longer this process takes the more damage is done to her organs, so I’m hoping your blood matches hers.”
“What happens if the blood doesn’t match?” Deke asked.
“Then she begins a slow painful death. We just had to watch our mother go through this and it broke our hearts to know the drugs would no longer work for her.”
“Why didn’t the drugs work for her this time?”
“The first time, she refused treatment because of the baby she was carrying. That baby was Quinn. The doctors warned her that if the baby had a different blood type than hers, treatment could cause a miscarriage. Mom wouldn’t risk losing the baby.”
“Why if she hated Sam so much, why would your mom refuse treatmen
t at the expense of a child?”
Charlie shook his head. “She would never say anything but I think she loved him.” He shrugged. “She must have felt something for him, she wouldn’t risk his child even at the threat of her own body.”
Deke sat there for a moment then decided to help. “Let’s go test my blood to see if it matches your sister.”
“Dude, she’s your sister too, you know.”
“Yeah, well that kinda blows my mind right now,” Deke admitted. “I thought I knew all of Sam’s bullshit, now I find out something new and it sucks.”
~*~
Deke went and had the test done. He was in fact, Quinn’s half brother. He went ahead and provided the marrow. It had been a painful procedure but it saved her life.
Quinn had come to the compound to recover from her illness. Both she and Charlie lived there now. Deke and Quinn were getting to know one another and Quinn was slowly letting Sam back into her life.
Charlie now had a job at the Morgan Brothers Hot Rods Garage and he was settling into life with the MC.
Quinn finally took a teaching positon at Redemption House, she’d only had to finish a bit of college to get her teaching credentials first.
Deke had enjoyed Sam’s discomfort when Quinn showed an interest in Chance Morgan, Mountain’s brother. Served him right. He should have been there for Quinn more when she was growing up.
CHAPTER ONE
When Quinn first came to the MC, well Sin’s Bastard’s compound, she’d expected to find all these filthy bikers. All of them cussing, drinking and acting violent. She had been terrified when she’d arrived and she couldn’t believe that Charlie had wanted to move here.
What she hadn’t expected however was that it would be like family members all in one place. Some of the men lived with their wives and kids on the property in houses they’d built themselves. Everyone loved the kids. There were quite a few children too.
When she settled in, she realized they were like family to each other. As her health improved, she attended lots of their gatherings. The most memorable guests were the Morgan brothers, all huge men.
Chance Morgan in particular was one that she tried not to stare at. She couldn’t help it though. God, he made her suck in her breath anytime he was near. Tall and broad he was a younger version of his brother Talon or Mountain as the MC called him. Chance stood 6’6 inches tall and close to three hundred pounds of all muscle. His hair was white and he wore it long but pulled back into a ponytail. His violet eyes were something else he shared not only with Talon but his other three brothers and their niece Melora as well.
Another thing he shared with his four brothers was their tight muscular builds. All five Morgan brothers were tall and strong. They ranged in age from 39 to 48 with Mountain being the oldest at 48. Dante was the next in line at 45, then Byron at 43, Bowie was 41 and the baby of the family was Chance at 39.
Quinn had never seen men this huge.
From the first day she’d sat down at a picnic table across from Chance, she knew he was the man for her.
She’d tried to get his attention every time she saw him.
He would look at her and his eyes would seem to burn at her, then he would turn away.
It confounded her and made her more determined. She knew he wasn’t married as most of the Morgan brothers weren’t. She asked around and found out the Morgan men had found a favorite hangout since they moved here. The Roadster’s Bar. Of course, as they were all into classic cars and cycles.
Tonight, she planned to get dressed to the nines and head down there. She knew if they saw her unescorted, they would take her home, so she talked her brother Charlie into taking her. Since he worked with them at the shop, it would seem natural, right?
Charlie came and picked her up. She felt so nervous. She’d never gone after a guy before. But she’d been crushing on Chance for a few months now. If she didn’t go to where he was, she would never have the opportunity to get to know him, let him know she was interested.
The bar was loud when they went in.
Charlie was acting all overprotective as he grabbed her hand.
“Stop it, Charlie.” She tugged her hand away.
He scowled at her. “There are lots of men here, Quinn.”
Rolling her eyes, she refused to let him babysit her.
There were loud cheers coming from the back of the bar.
“That would be the Morgan’s,” Charlie quipped with a huge grin as he motioned her back.
They made their way through the crowd and to a room with dart boards and a few pool tables.
The cheers were coming from a table where men were arm wrestling.
Quinn rolled her eyes. If there were buckets in here to collect the testosterone accumulating in the room the buckets would be overflowing.
Her gaze narrowed in on one man at the table, arm wrestling another huge man.
Chance.
He sat with his back to them and looked as if her were relaxing under some palm tree while on vacation.
The other man was struggling, sweat pouring from his forehead while his body was tense and leaning sideways. He grunted and groaned as he struggled with Chance’s huge hand and arm.
The men were all laughing.
Then Quinn’s body tensed at seeing another person standing there.
Behind Chance’s chair stood a woman. Busty blonde in jeans and a sexy tank top. She was leaning close as her gold earrings glinted in the light.
Chance finally had enough and laid his hand down beating the poor guy. Mercy victory.
The guys all cheered raising their beer bottles.
The blonde jumped into Chance’s lap and kissed him on the mouth.
Quinn stood stock-still and clenched her hands into fists.
Chance stood up with the woman hanging around his neck. He set her down on the floor and gravity broke the kiss. He grinned and shook his head then his eyes met Quinn’s.
Quinn glared at him and flipped around marching to the front of the bar. How humiliating! Coming here dressed up to see him and then he’s with some slutty girl!
She huffed and sat on the nearest stool.
“What ya have girlie?” the barman asked.
“Whiskey neat,” she replied.
“Hey, pretty girl,” a male voice spoke close to her ear.
Quinn barely glanced at him. She was livid and now she just wanted to go home.
The bartender set her whiskey down.
“Wow, a woman who drinks the hard stuff!” the guy next to her said.
She nodded and gulped the shot down. Then she coughed. It burned bad.
He patted her on the back. “You okay, there?”
She nodded at the barkeep for another. It might help so that she wouldn’t scream her head off. To think that she’d pined away for him and he was like most bikers, sleeping around.
Another whiskey was set down in front of her and she didn’t hesitate at all. She dunked it back. And no coughing this time.
Finally, she felt better. She even turned to smile at the guy who was next to her.
He smiled back.
Her eyes then caught sight of Chance. He was standing in the entryway to the pool room. Casually leaning up against the doorframe with his huge arms crossed over his very large chest, he was looking directly at her.
She huffed. Well, let him look!
“So, I never saw you here before,” the guy next to her spoke.
Quinn glanced at him. “Cuz, I’ve be never been here before.” She laughed. She so hoped Chance saw her having a good time with another guy. See how he likes it. She took a peek over to where he was standing.
Not there anymore.
She let out a sigh. He’s just not interested and tonight showed her this for sure. This carrying a torch thing needed to end. God, she felt so foolish now.
She should’ve known better. Feeling a bit woozy, she figured she would go home. She wasn’t at all used to drinking. She looked around for Charlie.
Damn, she’d forgotten he was even there. “My brother.”
“Oh, the guy you came in with?”
Quinn felt a bit alarmed as he was paying far too much attention to what she’d been doing, so she now took a longer look at the man.
He smiled at her. Handsome face but his eyes had a look in them that spooked her.
“Yes, so if you’ll excuse me.” She got off the stool and moved away from him.
The crowd had grown since they arrived and she saw Charlie’s head by the door.” Charlie!” she yelled. He was too far way to her. Dammit, why did he go outside? I bet it was to look at a bike or a car. She rolled her eyes and headed toward the front.
Out the doors, she went and it was an instant relief. No more loud music or smoke. She looked around for her brother.
Then her body was shoved to the wall. Before she could take a breath, large hands were pinning her and someone had smothered her mouth.
She tried to kick and fight but the man was too strong.
“I think it was rude you leaving me like that.”
Her eyes widened, it was the guy from the bar.
“Yeah, just act all stuck up, like your pussy is special or something.”
Desperate, Quinn struggled but his grip was tight.
He grabbed her tit with his free hand and twisted her nipple. She tried to bite his hand.
Then her head was slammed against the wall and she saw stars.
She screamed through the hand. God, that hurt! She squirmed and tried to get out of his hold.
Suddenly, his body and hand was gone.
Gasping for air her body slumped to the ground.
“AHHH!” someone shouted.
She heard shuffling and screaming but she couldn’t focus as she was slumped over on the ground.
Then she was in the air, wrapped in an embrace. “L-et me go…”
“Shhh, Quinn.”
Her eyes rounded. “C-Chance?”
“Yeah…” He sighed. “Hey, Charlie!”
“Yeah, Chance. Is she okay?”
“I don’t know. But take care of that trash. Tell my brothers what he did. The MC will judge him.”