BONES: GODS OF CHAOS MC

by Honey Palomino

  BONES

  Gods of Chaos Motorcycle Club Book Five

  Honey Palomino

  COPYRIGHT © 2017 HONEY PALOMINO

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED WORLDWIDE

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means without permission from the author. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, events, locations and incidences are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. This book is for entertainment purposes only. This book contains mature content and is intended for adults only.

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  Contents

  Prologue

  1. Bones

  2. Daisy

  3. Bones

  4. Daisy

  5. Bones

  6. Daisy

  7. Bones

  8. Daisy

  9. Luke “Lucifer” Sullivan

  10. Daisy

  11. Lucifer

  12. Daisy

  13. Bones

  14. Daisy

  15. Lucifer

  16. Bones

  17. Daisy

  18. Bones

  19. Lucifer

  20. Daisy

  21. Bones

  22. Lucifer

  23. Daisy

  24. Bones

  25. Daisy

  26. Lucifer

  27. Slade

  28. Daisy

  29. Bones

  30. Daisy

  31. Bones

  32. Daisy

  33. Bones

  34. Daisy

  35. Bones

  36. Daisy

  37. Bones

  38. Daisy

  39. Lucifer

  40. Daisy

  41. Bones

  42. Lucifer

  43. Daisy

  44. Lucifer

  45. Daisy

  46. Bones

  47. Daisy

  48. Bones

  49. Daisy

  50. Lucifer

  51. Daisy

  Epilogue

  Afterword

  About the Author

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  Prologue

  Daisy

  “Today was the best day of my entire life, Mama!” I cried, as Mama slid behind the wheel of our old Civic. I buckled myself in and tried to ignore how tired I suddenly felt

  “You haven’t been alive very long, silly,” she said. “You’ll have much better days to come, Daisy.”

  “I can’t imagine a better day than today,” I said, wistfully staring at the flashing neon Disneyland sign as we drove past it.

  In my hands, I clutched the one souvenir Mama had allowed me to have — a Cinderella keychain with a fake glass slipper hanging from it. I’d really wanted the real glass slipper that was displayed in the big case, positive it would have really fit my foot, but Mama said it was too expensive. Instead, she’d gotten me this miniature version attached to a keychain. I loved it, even though I didn’t have any keys for it.

  I’d been begging Mama to take me to Disneyland forever and she woke me up this morning with the biggest surprise of my life. We’d spent the entire day there and still hadn’t seen everything there was to see.

  At first I didn’t believe her.

  She was always saying how we couldn’t afford it, but maybe ‘someday’ things would change. She tried to hide the sadness in her eyes from me, always trying to smile, but I could tell it hurt her not to be able to give me the things I wanted. So, I didn’t make a fuss. I didn’t want to make her any sadder than she already was. I acted like someday was good enough.

  Since Dad died in a car accident a few years ago, things had been hard.

  I had to do a lot of pretending. I had to pretend I didn’t hear her crying in her bed at night. Or when she threw a dish against the wall, I had to pretend it didn’t wake me up.

  Some nights, when Mama was the saddest of all, I had to pretend I didn’t hear the soft knocks on the front door, followed by the whispered voices and the moans coming from Mama’s bedroom. It took till I heard the footsteps and the soft click of the front door lock sliding into place before I could breathe right again. And it wasn’t till I heard Mama softly crying in her bed that I could relax enough to go back to sleep.

  I’d gotten really good at pretending.

  That’s why, when she told me we were going to Disneyland that morning, I pretended to believe her, even though I really didn’t. I thought she was playing another game, one of the ones she liked to do when she was having a good day. Sometimes, we’d put on our best dresses and wipe the mud from our shoes and drive downtown to walk around and window shop. Mama liked to look in the windows and pretend she was trying to decide what to buy, that she could buy anything she wanted.

  She’d linger at the windows of the jewelry stores the longest, staring in awe at the shining diamond rings on display. She’d lift me up so I could see, pointing and talking about how many carrots each one had, which I never understood because I never saw one carrot in those windows. But I knew Mama was just pretending she could afford them anyway, so I never questioned her about them.

  This morning, as we dressed and ate a bowl of Fruit Loops, she kept staring at me with this crazy look on her face. I’d seen it before. She was moving around the kitchen all jerky and wild, throwing the dishes in the sink like she couldn’t wait to get out of the house. All the way there, she was a little shaky and it was making me a little uncomfortable, so I just sat there, waiting to see what this surprise really was going to be.

  When she pulled up into the Disneyland parking lot, I couldn’t believe it.

  “We’re really going?” I shouted with joy.

  “I told you, goose! You didn’t believe me?” she asked, looking a little hurt.

  “I don’t know…not really, I guess,” I mumbled.

  “We’ll do you believe me now?” She laughed.

  “Yes!” I said. “I’m going to explode from excitement!” My heart was pounding so hard in my chest and my palms were all sweaty. I bolted out of the car as soon as it stopped and began jumping with glee in the parking lot.

  Mama took my hand and we strolled through the gates, surely the happiest two people who’d ever been there before us.

  As I said, it was the best day of my life.

  I was exhausted, and yet, so terribly sad when it was over.

  “Promise me we can go again soon,” I insisted.

  “Today is going to have to do for a little while,” she said, softly.

  I looked up at her and reached out, touching her arm.

  “Why are you crying, Mama?”

  “I’m okay,” she said, wiping her face with the back of her hand. “I’m just really glad you had a good day, baby.”

  “Thank you, Mama,” I said, leaning over and kissing her cheek. She pulled over on the side of the parking lot before passing through the exit gates and pulled me into her arms before pushing me away and staring into my eyes.

  “Baby, I want you to remember this day for the rest of your life, okay?”

  “Of course, I will!”

  “I mean it, remember every detail and remember how much fun we had, alright? I love you so much, sweetheart, and I always will, don’t ever forget that.”

  “I love you, too, Mama,” I said, smiling at her. She was so pretty, her red hair curly and wild, just like mine. She always pulled hers back in a tight ponytail and insisted I keep mine loose and wild and bouncing around my face. Her green eyes were the same color as the grass in Spring, too. Just like mine.

  Tears slid down her cheeks as she smiled at me again. I
reached up, wiping them away in the darkness.

  “Don’t cry, Mama,” I said.

  “They’re happy tears, baby,” she said, kissing me on the forehead. I inhaled deeply, loving the way she smelled —like the coconut shampoo in our bathroom.

  “Okay, good,” I said. “That’s allowed.”

  I sat back in my seat and she pulled the car back onto the road. As we approached the big gates, I imagined them waving to us as we passed under.

  “I’ll be back soon,” I mouthed, keeping the words to myself, so I wouldn’t make Mama any sadder.

  Moments later, I was asleep, my exhausted body lulled into a deep slumber by the rocking of the old Honda as it carried us home.

  When I woke up, I knew right away I was in a different car, because the smell of leather washed over me in the darkness. I sat up and looked around. I was all alone. I peered out the window, searching for Mama.

  She was standing near the hood of the car, a large man in a suit towering over her. He was counting out some money and he counted out loud, taking a bill from one pile and putting it in another on the hood of the car.

  Mama was crying, watching him, her lips moving in synch with the numbers he was reciting. It took a long time, but he finally stopped counting. He handed the big pile to Mama and she took it with shaking hands, looking down at it like it was a newborn puppy or something.

  “Mama!” I cried, banging on the window.

  They both turned to look at me and that’s the first time I saw the man’s eyes.

  I’d never seen a man with black eyes before and it scared me.

  “Mama!” I banged on the window again.

  The man turned back to Mama and said something I couldn’t make out. She nodded and took two steps backwards away from the car. The man nodded firmly and then walked around the front of the car and over to the driver’s side.

  I reached out and pulled the lever on the door next to me, but it was locked. The man slid behind the wheel and closed his door, the smell of his cologne sharp and spicy, overwhelming the heavy leather scent of the car.

  I looked over at Mama and our eyes met. She was crying hard now and I wanted to run to her, to hug her.

  “Mama!” I cried, louder this time, trying to open the door again.

  The man sat silently watching me with his big, empty black eyes.

  “Let me out! Mama! Mama!” I cried, my voice getting higher and higher.

  I didn’t feel the tears on my face.

  I just wanted out.

  I wanted Mama.

  I watched in horror as she took another two steps back, the pile of cash pressed against her chest protectively.

  “I'm so sorry. I love you,” she mouthed. Maybe she said it out loud, but I couldn’t hear her.

  The man had turned the car on and it had filled with heavy pounding music.

  “Who are you?” I shouted, turning to the man. “Let me out of here!”

  He ignored me. Staring straight ahead, he put the car in gear and backed out of the parking space, backing away from Mama and her pile of cash. A bill slipped from her grasp, falling to the ground at her feet, as she watched us pull away.

  “Mama! Mama! Mama!” I cried, banging on the window as hard as I could.

  She just stood there, watching.

  She didn’t run after the car.

  She didn’t take one step towards me.

  She didn’t even wave.

  She just stood there, clutching her cash until the darkness of the night swallowed her up completely.

  Bones

  FOURTEEN YEARS LATER

  “You’re looking good today, Dr. Boone,” Jenn said, as she rubbed her voluptuous curves against my back as she squeezed past me.

  “Thank you, Nurse Allen,” I said, throwing her a flirtatious glance. She’d just started her shift, and I knew, just as it happened the last few dozen times we worked together, we’d end up locked in my office before the end of the night.

  The emergency room kept us busy, but there always seemed to be a few moments of calm, and a few moments was all we needed.

  The sparks between us were hot and fast, and the sex had been that way as well, in the most satisfying way possible.

  Hot and fast, with no strings attached, just the way I liked it.

  I didn’t have time for anything else, even if I’d wanted more. Luckily, I had no desire to settle down right now, and that suited Jenn just fine, too.

  Maybe someday, I kept telling myself…and anyone else who asked.

  Mostly, that meant my adopted family. Ryder and Grace and the gang that made up the Gods of Chaos family were always trying to encourage me to find a woman to spend time with. Since my father died, after serving them so graciously for decades, they’d welcomed me with open arms.

  I’d tried from the very beginning, but Ryder wouldn’t let me join up. Instead, I went back home to Colorado and finished up my last year of residency. Once I was all done, I applied for a job out here so I could be close to the Gods. I’d been lucky enough to land a position working in the emergency room of Oregon’s largest hospital, Oregon Health and Sciences University. OHSU is the most prestigious teaching hospital on the West Coast and I couldn’t be prouder that I was able to start my career there.

  My life wasn’t all work, though. I played just as hard. Just like I couldn’t wait to play later with Jenn, there were a few unpaid benefits to the job.

  Jenn wasn’t the only one, though. There were other stolen moments with some of the other nurses, as well — Fran and Donna and Lauren, to name a few.

  Working in the emergency room together, surrounded by endless trauma and pain and stress…we all needed to let off a little steam every now and then.

  After a year working long shifts at the hospital and stealing away on my Harley on my days off to hang with the Gods, my schedule was full. There wasn’t room for a relationship, even if I wanted one.

  That didn’t mean I didn’t have needs.

  Lucky for me, the nice, willing nurses were able to meet them, and then some.

  “It’s kind of slow in here right now,” Jenn said, saddling up to me again. She was wearing green scrubs, but they hugged her curves like a glove, putting her treasures on full display and just begging me to caress them. “Wanna steal away for a minute?”

  I raked my eyes over her body, those hips, those lips…and my desire for her ignited quickly.

  “You bet your sweet ass I do,” I growled, my voice a husky whisper in her ear. “My office. Five minutes. Get naked, bend over the desk, and wait for me.”

  She shuddered, her eyes dilating with lust before she turned and walked away with a silent, secret smile. My cock twitched at her quick obedience, swelling with hunger, as I watched her hips sway with every step.

  Quickly, I finished the chart notes I was working on and threw the patient file on Lauren’s empty desk, before beginning my journey down the long hallway that led to my office. I was halfway there when the doors burst open behind me, a stretcher flying through them as the paramedics shouted for help.

  “Code red,” one of them yelled. “We’re losing her fast!”

  Instantly, my team of doctors and nurses, including Jenn, who burst out of my office door like lightening, sprang into action. I ran over, barking orders as I tried to assess what I was looking at.

  “Female. Early twenties. Found unconscious and alone on the side of the road by an elderly couple,” the other paramedic began filling me in. “Multiple contusions on her legs, arms, face and back. Gaping wound in the back of her head. Possible leg fractures.”

  “What else?” I asked, the group of us rolling her into a nearby trauma room.

  “She appears to be pregnant, too,” he said. I looked up at him quickly, a young man, no more than twenty-five, his green eyes shining with worry. “I don’t see how a baby would have made it through what she’s been through.”

  “I’ll take it from here,” I said. “Good job, thank you.”

  “Thank y
ou, Doctor,” they both murmured, backing away as we took over. The nurses didn’t need much instruction, they knew as much as I did about how to treat her.

  Lauren began placing IV lines right away.

  Fran was administering pain meds, before I could tell her to do so.

  Donna quickly cut her clothes away and started checking her vitals while I inspected the wound on the back of her head.

  Each of us worked together like a well-oiled machine, focused and present. Within seconds, the machines began beeping, and suddenly this young lady was no longer just a woman discarded on the street like a piece of trash.

  She was our patient and that’s all that mattered to us.

  I didn’t know her name, where she came from, or if she would make it.

  All I knew was I took a vow to do no harm and I took that to heart. If there was a chance this woman, and her child, were going to make it through to see tomorrow, then I would do everything in my power to make sure they got it.

  “This head wound is deep. Assess the rest of her wounds, get her stitched up and get her stabilized, I want a full work up. Bloodwork, images, ultrasound, everything.”

  “Yes, Doctor, right away,” Jenn said, all semblance of our earlier flirtatiousness now disappeared.

  I nodded and turned away, leaving her in the capable hands of my trusted nurses as I went off to find the paramedics that brought her in. They were waiting by the front desk in the waiting room just outside the doors.