PIECES LOST (A Devil Call MC Book) (Talon & Everly Book Two) (Devil Call MC - Talon & Everly 2)

by Ana W. Fawkes

  “Talon… Talon…”

  That was good enough.

  I hit Gabel three more times. I couldn’t blink. I could barely think any kind of thought.

  When I stopped again, I looked back at Everly. She had managed to take a few steps back, standing right next to Layne. Her jaw was red and swollen. Because of what Gabel had done to her. Not to mention how many of these guys had fucked her while I was on the inside. How many of these guys treated her like shit. Called her names. Let her to drink herself into a stupor and just bend over. Being treated like some whore.

  “Fuck you,” I said, growling at Layne. “Make a fucking statement, brother.”

  I looked at Everly. “Never again, babe. I swear to you. Never fucking again.”

  I turned and brought the gun to Gabel’s face one more time. I hit him so hard, I lost my grip on the gun and Gabel himself. The gun skidded across the bar, glistening with blood. Gabel fell as a heap to the floor. He rolled to his back and looked up at me. All I could see were the whites of his eyes. The rest was just blood.

  Then the asshole moved his mouth. “Talon… I’m…”

  No.

  This wasn’t good enough yet.

  I stepped back and took Everly by the hand. I was covered in blood and now her hand was too. I pulled her forward and held her hand tight.

  “Look at him, babe,” I said. “Look at the man who fucking hurt you. Smacked you in the face with his gun.”

  “Talon…”

  I had enough of hearing Gabel trying to talk. I lift my foot. Everly clutched at me. For a second I thought she was going to tell me to stop. I thought she was going to burst into tears. I looked at Everly, right into her beautiful eyes. Gabel was crying now on the floor. In that moment, if Everly asked me to stop, I would have. For her… fuck… she could just get right into my heart somehow.

  But instead of stopping me and instead of bursting into tears, she nodded. She fucking nodded, wanting me to do it.

  I moved at Everly and gently kissed her jaw. She winced and that was enough for me.

  I brought my foot down - my big ass black boot - as hard as I could to Gabel’s mouth. I felt the crunch of his teeth and I felt his jaw break against my foot. The gurgled cry he let out echoed throughout the clubhouse.

  I held my foot there for a few seconds before I turned, Everly at my side.

  “Layne,” I said. “Take him to the hospital. Make sure they wire his mouth shut. Let it be a tough lesson to learn.”

  “Why didn’t you just fucking kill him?” Layne asked.

  “If I wanted to, I would have.”

  “If I knew… when I tried to ask… that’s when fucking Hollis shot his gun. I didn’t abandon her, Talon.”

  “Save it,” I said. “We need to have a table meeting. There’s plenty to sort out.”

  With that said, I took Everly and walked away.

  I felt her hand shaking against mine. Then again, maybe it was my hand shaking. I should have killed Gabel. I would have killed Gabel… but this feeling deep inside me… thinking about what I had done to Tommy…

  Fuck.

  I had never felt guilt before in my life. And I had never looked at a woman like I looked at Everly.

  Everything was more fucked up than I originally thought.

  6.

  (Everly)

  I was able to hold back my tears until we got in the shower together. I needed the shower desperately. I had some of Talon on my one arm, a reminder of what we had done. On my other hand I was covered in Gabel’s blood. There was something about blood that scared the hell out of me. And seeing Talon do what he did to Gabel was worse than watching him murder that guy that had been selling stuff to Gabel.

  Seeing the sprays of blood with each hit to Gabel’s face. Hearing Gabel’s cries and groans in pain. Watching him fall to the floor, half dead. Then Talon had called me over and I stood there, looking down at Gabel. Maybe I could have told Talon to stop. Maybe he would have listened. But I didn’t stop it. I didn't want to stop it. I wanted to see Gabel get hurt. I wanted to see him suffer. There were times when Gabel demanded me to do stuff with him. Times when I wasn’t drunk enough to get lost in the swirl of my mind. Times when I’d wake first thing in the morning and he would want to torture me.

  Now he had his. A broken jaw at the very least.

  It amazed me that Talon acted so fast and without care for the law. He was just bad… some kind of wild outlaw. But he was right. He was so fucking right. I never thought that brute force and pure violence could have such a meaning, but it did.

  When the hot water hit my body, I shivered. I watched the blood run down my fingers and hit the white tub. It rushed to the drain, swirled, and went down.

  That’s when I started to cry.

  I hung my head and the tears filled my eyes. Talon stood behind me, his hand gently touching my hips. He meant nothing sexual by it, but everything Talon did was sexual.

  I thought I was going to have a quick cry, the kind I could hide.

  But that wasn’t the case at all.

  The tears came and wouldn’t stop. My breathing grew erratic and when I sucked in a breath, it sounded horrible.

  Talon’s hands slid up my body. “Fuck, babe, what’s wrong? Talk to me.”

  I shook my head. I took my head and face from the water. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I tried to wipe them away, but it didn’t fucking matter. I was in the damn shower. There was water everywhere. There were tears. It was all the fucking same.

  Talon gripped me by the hips again and forced me to turn around. I looked at him, my eyes spilling tears again.

  “Fuck,” he whispered. He reached up and touched my cheek. His thumb wiped tears and water away. “Tell me…”

  “I don’t know, Talon,” I whispered. “It’s just so much. All the time. It’s just… everything…”

  “Because I’m a murder?” Talon asked. “Because I hurt Gabel? Because you can’t get it out of your head that I fucking killed someone Layne loved.”

  Yes! Yes! Yes!

  That was everything going through my head. But I couldn’t let the words out. Maybe I feared Talon’s reaction if I kept bugging him. Maybe I feared the truth. Whatever the hell it was, my emotions could not gain control.

  I put a hand to Talon’s shoulder. It was rock hard with muscle. My other hand touched his chest. My fingertips slid down wet skin. I couldn’t stop crying. Fuck, what was wrong with me? There was something darkly beautiful about the violence. And now I was in the shower with Talon. He was touching me, holding me. It was what Layne wouldn’t - and maybe couldn’t - do.

  My hand slid all the way down Talon’s body. When I touched the base of his cock, my fingers started to grip.

  “Everly…”

  “No,” I whispered. I turned and put my back to the cool wall of tiles. I opened my legs. I wrapped my left leg around the back of Talon. “Just fucking do it. Hurry.”

  “Christ, babe, you’re still crying.”

  “I don’t care.”

  Talon put his hand to mine over his erection. He then placed himself against me. I couldn’t believe I was crying like a damn fool, yet I was so wet.

  With one hard thrust, Talon was inside me. His hands cupped my ass and lifted me up. I wrapped both legs around him and locked my ankles. My nails dug into his shoulders. I put my head back and took breaths, feeling the cooler air above the shower.

  The water pounded the right side of my body, the steam climbing around us. Talon’s mouth started at my neck, but he wasted no time kissing down to my chest. He was hungry, dangerous, his mouth and teeth clamping to my nipples. I let out whimpering cries each time he kissed and bit. I didn’t care. I wanted it.

  Each thrust was like Talon slamming me against the wall. I loved it. The pleasure built in a hurry and started to mount over the pain and the need to cry. I tried to thrust back at Talon, but it was useless. He was in complete control and that was fine. He knew how to fuck me. There were no worries there.


  When I looked down, Talon was kissing up my chest. He skipped my neck and went right for my chin. I opened my mouth to moan and then his lips were right there against mine. We kissed like the clubhouse was under attack. We kissed like the world was ending and this was it. The last chance. The last moment.

  Fuck, for all I knew, maybe it was.

  This wasn’t a normal life and it never would be.

  All it took was one bullet to kill the passion.

  But there were no bullets in the shower. Just Talon fucking me against the wall. His tongue was ravenous. He couldn’t get enough of my mouth and I couldn’t get enough of his. My heart raced like I’m not sure it ever had before. This was something deeper than passion.

  Talon’s fingers dug hard into my ass as he thrust faster. I felt him swelling and getting closer by the second. When he finally reached climax, he thrust deep and opened his mouth. Our mouths touched, but we didn’t kiss.

  Instead, he let out a groan each time he pulsed inside me. All that did was make me moan right back at him as my body throbbed, pulling at him, not wanting him to leave my body.

  But he did leave my body.

  He gently pulled out and gently placed me to my feet. His hands then held my face. The water still rushed against our bodies.

  And we stared at each other.

  My tears were gone now. The emotion had come and gone. The pleasure left me tingling and feeling really warm. But it was Talon’s stare that had me captured. There was such a sense of honesty in his eyes and face.

  “I’m sorry,” Talon finally whispered.

  “Sorry…?”

  “I shouldn’t have killed Tommy. I just had so much pent up inside me. Okay? Being on the inside and not knowing a fucking thing that was happening outside. Waiting to get jumped, stabbed, and eventually killed. I had one friend in there, babe. He’s there for life. This club means everything to me. The direction is fucked right now. And it’s all my fault. My decision. My actions. And then I have to stare at Layne… that motherfucker…”

  “Tell me what happened then,” I said. “Talon, please…”

  Talon shook his head. “I’m a murderer, babe. I can’t take that back. Like I told you, I’ve killed and I’ll kill again. It’s in my heart and blood. But you, Everly, you make things feel okay. And the thought of someone hurting you…”

  I could see the anger flashing across Talon’s face. Our tender moment of honesty was gone now.

  I pressed my lips to Talon’s again.

  If I couldn’t have his heart right now, then I would take all the seconds and kisses he could give.

  Maybe it was romantic. Maybe it was pathetic.

  Whatever it was, it tasted fucking good. And it felt fucking good.

  7.

  (Talon)

  To wake up with a beautiful woman in yours arms is something special. To look down and move the hair out of her face, touch her warm and soft cheek, see the way the corner of her mouth moved, that was really something special. It was something I thought about all the time in prison. Waking up in that goddamn cell, looking up at Mutt’s stained mattress. My mornings were usually serenaded by the sound of Mutt’s snoring. Or if he moved, listening to the mattress moan, waiting for the damn bed to give away and have Mutt come crashing down on me.

  The good mornings I’d wake to the smell of stale air and mustiness. Most mornings I woke to the smell of Mutt as he ripped gas all over the cell. Some men woke with hard ons in the morning, Mutt just let gas go for a good half hour before waking.

  In my bed, in my clubhouse, I pulled Everly closer to me and let out a breath. I buried my nose into her hair again and smelled. I couldn’t get enough of it.

  I thought about her crying in the shower. The way she lost her shit. I got it though. It wasn’t her being weak. It was her emotions accepting just how fucking real life could be. People in Brocke didn’t know dick about the MC. They thought we were just tough, scummy assholes that liked to ride loud motorcycles around town. But we were more than that. We took away the true reality of life for them. They were able to live their perfect little lives. Work full time jobs. Save for vacations and retirement. Sleep comfortably in bed. Husbands could fuck their wives and close their eyes thinking of their young, hot secretaries. Wives could close their eyes and think of the hunky guys on the afternoon television shows and pray they didn’t dry up before their husbands came.

  That was what the MC gave to everyone. The appearance of a good and normal life while we took the brunt of it. Fighting. Killing. Protecting.

  And I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. It was all I wanted and all I knew.

  That meant I had to save it all. I had to shove aside my growing guilt over Tommy and push forward. I never experienced guilt like this and I didn’t fucking want it. It wasn’t like I killed someone innocent. But yet it burned inside me.

  I sat up in bed and thought about writing another letter to Mutt. I knew I’d never get a reply from Mutt. He’d eat the letter and that would be it. Not that Mutt was an asshole or anything; he didn’t know how to write. I hoped he knew how to read at least. The poor guy was chained to a wall as a kid by his parents. They beat him and if he fought back, they put him in a dog cage. That’s how Mutt grew up. He spent years thinking of a plan to get back and get out. The sick irony of it was that he finally came up with his plan and he did get out… long enough to kill his parents. Only to be thrown aside by the system and put into prison for the rest of his life.

  The bed moved a little and looked over my shoulder as Everly started to wake. The covers gently pulled down her beautiful body, showing most of her breasts. She slept naked because there was no other way to sleep, and there was no good reason not to sleep naked.

  She touched my back and smiled. “Morning, Talon.”

  “Babe,” I said. “Close your eyes again. Get some more sleep. It’s been a fucked up few days.”

  “I’m good,” she whispered. “Unless you want to come back to sleep with me.”

  “Have a meeting,” I said. I stood up and turned to face the bed. “Fuck, babe, you are beautiful.”

  Everly smiled a little vixen smile and then pulled the covers down past her chest. The sight of her breasts made me uncomfortable in my pants. I hooked my thumbs into my pockets and kept composure.

  “Sure you don’t want to stay?” she asked with a little purr in her throat. She then ran the fingertip of her left middle finger down her shoulder and breast. She even flicked her nipple for good measure.

  I leaned down over the bed and kissed her. I then kissed her neck and pulled back. “You can keep going, babe, and take care of yourself. But nothing will compare to me.”

  I kissed Everly’s chest and then had to get the fuck out of the bedroom.

  In the hallway I paused to take a breath. Straight ahead, Layne’s door opened. He came walking out, adjusting his leather cut. He froze and looked at me. I gave a nod. He gave a nod. That was good enough for both of us.

  The next time we saw each other, we were in our meeting room. All the guys took their seats, leaving myself and Layne to do our little fucking dance as we both eyed the President’s seat. Since both our leather cuts didn’t have the patch, it would be disrespectful to take the seat. The patch remained in the middle of the table, face up, slightly bent, frayed ends of thread around the edges.

  I wanted that fucking patch back so bad.

  Layne stood against the wall on one side of the table and I did the same on the opposite side.

  It was a full table, minus Gabel. He was probably still getting his jaw wired back together. And once he came back, he’d be left in his room to sweat off the pain for a while. Not that he could contribute to the meeting right now. He wouldn’t be able to fucking mutter a word.

  That should have made me happy, but it didn’t. It fucking bothered me. Because of Tommy.

  Fucking Tommy. Fucking asshole.

  “There’s some shit going on out there,” I said, bringing silence t
o the table. “Los Ahn… Rilen Lost… it’s a clutterfuck. We haven’t had the chance to really dig into things…”

  “Soon,” Layne said. “But there’s something that needs to be done first.”

  I raised an eyebrow.

  Layne stepped forward and grabbed Hollis by the back of his leather cut. “Stand the fuck up, Hollis.”

  I smiled.

  “Christ,” Hollis bellowed as Layne lifted him up. “What the fuck?”

  Layne grabbed Hollis by the face and turned him around. “Are you high right now?”

  “No,” Hollis said. “Fuck no, man. I told you guys. I wouldn’t do that shit at the table.”

  “Maybe you misunderstood Talon… but you’re not going to do that shit at all. No fucking drugs, you hear me?”

  “Layne… brother…”

  “Where the fuck do you get the money for it? Tell me you’re in debt…”

  I nodded. I had to give it to Layne for a second here. He was on the right thought process. Debts with dealers only ended with bloodshed and death. More often than not it was innocent death. The went for friends and family to collect before going after the customer.

  “Layne…”

  “Fuck this,” Layne said. He threw Hollis to the table. “Strip naked.”

  “What?” Hollis asked.

  Layne threw a right fist. Hollis’s head snapped back and looked like it was going to pop off.

  “You heard me,” Layne said. “Strip fucking naked. Right now. I want to make sure you have nothing on you.”

  Hollis looked back at me. The entire table then casually looked at me. I could have been a dick and gone against Layne or added something to this. But I had respect for Layne right now. So I nodded my head in agreement.

  Hollis hung his head and took off his leather cut. He threw it on the table. He did the same with his shirt. His goddamn body was so skinny. There were small cuts of what used to be big and hard muscle. Now he almost looked like a flabby skeleton. All because of the drugs.