The Harder They Fall (The Soldiers of Wrath MC, 8)

by Jenika Snow

  The Harder They Fall

  The Soldiers of Wrath MC, 8

  Sam Crescent

  Jenika Snow

  TTHE HARDER THEY FALL (The Soldiers of Wrath, 8)

  Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow

  www.SamCrescent.com

  www.JenikaSnow.com

  Published by Crescent Snow Publishing

  Copyright © August 2017 by Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow

  Digital Edition

  First E-book Publication: August 2017

  Editing: Em Petrova

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Contents

  The Harder They Fall

  The Soldiers of Wrath MC Series

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Epilogue

  CSP Reader Group

  Weasel never said staying away from Renee, the sister of Vengeance, a fellow Patch of the Soldiers of Wrath MC, would be easy. But he did it because that’s the right thing to do. At least he thought it was.

  He didn’t care that the club looked down at her because of some bullshit concerning Vengeance and words that had been said. Weasel didn’t care because he wanted her, and had for a long time.

  Now that she was back in town and staying for the unforeseeable future, he didn’t know if he was strong enough to stay away. Especially when he just made a deal with her that would have her moving into his place.

  That was a temptation he may never be strong enough to curb … one he didn’t know if he would deny himself.

  Renee knew coming to see her brother Vengeance unannounced might not have been the best idea. She’d said horrible things to him, offended the MC by those words, and she also would see Weasel.

  The man she’d been secretly in love with.

  Not letting her heart fall any harder than it has for Weasel is easier said than done.

  Especially when the truth comes out.

  Renee needs to figure out if she can handle what’s thrown at her, or if running away is the best option.

  The Soldiers of Wrath MC Series

  Book 1: Owned by the Bastard

  Book 2: Bent, Not Broken

  Book 3: Hard As Steel

  Book 4: Dead Bastard

  Book 5: The Way I like It

  Book 6: Lost In You

  Book 6.5: All or Nothin’ (featured in lost In You)

  Book 7: Wild Ride

  Book 8: The Harder They Fall

  More info can be found HERE

  1

  Weasel was so not in the mood for this, and as much as he kept telling this club whore to back off, she was drunk and just wouldn’t take no for an answer.

  “Come on, baby. Get hard for me.”

  He shook his head and waved her off, but still she stayed.

  They were partying at the Soldiers clubhouse, many of the MC members either in the back fucking some club pussy, most getting drunk, or the ones who had old ladies were spending time with them.

  “Come on,” she whined.

  “I told you I’m not in the mood,” he said and took a swig of his beer, not bothering to look at her.

  She went to grab his crotch, but he snatched her hand away, held her wrist in a loose but forceful hold, and stared at her. He was getting pissed that she was not getting the clue. The club whore, whom he didn’t even know her name, was rougher around the edges than most.

  “I said no, now back the fuck off.” He let go of her hand.

  “Fine, you don’t want me. Maybe you can’t get hard at all.”

  He ignored her jab.

  Weasel went over to the bar, grabbed the bottle of scotch, and started chugging right from it. He didn’t give a fuck how drunk he was getting. Hell, he wanted to get shitfaced.

  Although Weasel didn’t have an old lady. He also didn’t fuck random women just for the sake of it. He had grown up to be this hardcore biker, the son of a felon who taught him to man up and shut the fuck up, and who also used him as a punching bag on occasion. It had hardened Weasel, made him the man he was today.

  Ryker James Stewart.

  That was who he used to be. Now he was just Weasel, and that was how he wanted shit to stay.

  The truth was he wasn’t a good man, and it was that reason why he knew he couldn’t and would never have a good woman at his side.

  “You okay, man?” Vengeance was the newest biker to get an old lady and find love. But although his brothers had found love, they were still hardcore motherfuckers.

  “I’m good.” He lied right through his damn teeth. He wasn’t good. He was lonely, miserable, and being a jackoff. Pretending things were okay with him was what he was good at.

  Vengeance stared at him, this hard, unreadable expression on his face. He turned and grabbed a bottle of liquor, drinking straight from the tip.

  “Nah, you’re not cool. You look like someone kicked you in the balls then spit in your cereal.” Vengeance grabbed another shot and tossed that one back. They stared at each other, neither speaking. “I bet this is female problems.”

  “Fuck off.” Weasel took a drink of alcohol.

  Vengeance grunted. “You want to talk about it?” he asked Weasel.

  Weasel stared at him. “Do I look like the type of asshole who talks about shit?”

  “Nope, but you know I like to bug the shit out of you.”

  Weasel ran a hand over his face and knew he needed to shave but didn’t give a fuck at the moment.

  “Listen,” Vengeance said and faced Weasel again. “I won’t tell you what you should or shouldn’t do, but I will say this.” He paused for a moment. “If you want something so much that it consumes you, then you go for it.” Vengeance clapped him on the back, grinning. “Even if it seems impossible, or like it doesn’t make sense, you need to fight for what you want.”

  Easy enough to say for a man who has everything.

  This is a mistake, a big mistake.

  Renee exhaled and rested her head back on the shitty seat of the bus she was on. The stench of used, dirty leather filled her nose. The sound of someone coughing in the back filled her ears.

  But none of that could clear out the thick thoughts in her head.

  Going to The Soldiers of Wrath clubhouse wasn’t what she was worried about. It was about seeing her brother Vengeance a man she loved more than life itself, and a man who had protected her from any threat he saw.

  But she was nervous about seeing him because he didn’t know she was coming, and because she’d pushed him away after dating a grade-A douche she thought she loved. It had been a year since she’d seen Vengeance, and because she’d pushed him away for some asshole, she didn’t know if he’d
welcome her with open arms.

  The one phone call they had not that long ago didn’t really count. His happiness could have been because he’d found the woman he loved and nothing more.

  Rubbing her hand over her face, she exhaled, feeling drained.

  She looked out the window, but it was dark as hell outside. She could say she didn’t care about him being in an MC, but truth was she knew nothing about it.

  She rested her head back on the seat again, focusing ahead of her. The bag she’d packed was sitting beside her in the empty seat.

  After another hour of being on this Godforsaken bus, the sign that she was entering town came into view. The bus pulled to the curb, opened the door, and she got out.

  The bus pulled away, and she was left there with a big cloud of exhaust covering her and the weight of the world hanging over her.

  2

  Weasel stood outside of the clubhouse and lit up a cigarette, staring up at the night sky. When had his life become so fucking morbid that he found a sense of peace staring up into nothingness? He missed being the guy who could stick his dick into any woman’s pussy, ass, or mouth.

  He’d even done that to a couple of women a long time ago, and they had begged him for it. Then afterward they wanted a kiss. Fucking disgusting but that was the world he lived in, and for so long that was what he’d relished.

  He’d been part of the Soldiers long enough that he couldn’t imagine being anything else. Not that he wanted to be anything else. Riding on his bike, working with the Soldiers, it was in his blood.

  He couldn’t be in a suit working a nine-to-five job. That was never who he wanted to be, and he certainly couldn’t fucking conform to what society wanted.

  Yet he was lonely, and he was jealous of the guys who had found love, that one woman who wouldn’t spread their fucking thighs for anyone else. Was that all he wanted? Some woman who hadn’t been fucked by another brother?

  Damn, he was becoming a pussy in his old age. It had to be. His birthday was approaching, and he’d be turning forty, and when he looked back, he had fuck all. The club went without saying. He had no kids, no woman, nothing else.

  A lot of the guys left the clubhouse, going to their old ladies or their girlfriends. He’d seen a couple of the Prospect’s wouldn’t even bring their women to the club. Were they afraid of losing them to the other brothers? They did often compete; it was in their blood. Some guys just found it funny to get any woman to sit on their dick.

  Of course Prospects didn’t usually do a lot, nor did they fight. What Prospects didn’t realize was it actually made members take longer to decide to patch them in. To be part of the Soldiers was to be part of the brotherhood. If you weren’t prepared to fight a brother for your own woman, when would you fight?

  Taking a deep draw on his cigarette, he smirked up at the big motherfucking moon. There was a time he’d have never seen a moon, purely because he would be fucking some woman and have her screaming his name.

  That seemed like years ago.

  Dude, it was that long.

  The sound of heels on the pavement had him turning, and he was stunned to see Vengeance’s sister Renee. She stood at the gates, arms folded, looking up at the clubhouse. She looked fucking cold. The shirt she wore doing little to hide the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra.

  Yeah, it had been a long time since he last saw this woman. Without a doubt he knew that she wasn’t invited here.

  Vengeance and Renee had a big blowout. Names were called, threats were made, and she had run out, telling him and the club that they were all scum. Of course she had gone and followed a man and hadn’t even bothered to get back in touch.

  “Look at what the cat dragged in,” Weasel said, waiting as Renee walked toward him.

  “Hey,” she said, resting her hands on her hips. “How are you?”

  “Well, I’m shocked to see such a pristine angel here, you know, slumming it with the scum of the earth.”

  Renee paused, and he watched as she rubbed her head. “I, ugh, I came to see Vengeance.”

  “Last time I checked, he’s busy.” He took another long drag on his cigarette and then blew it out.

  “How are you doing, Weasel?”

  “I’m doing good. What are you doing here?”

  “I came to see Vengeance. I wanted to apologize.”

  “You mean that asshole who fed you lies about the club and turned you against us has left you?” he asked.

  Yeah, he was a miserable bastard, and being especially asshole-ish to her. And as much as he knew it wasn’t his place to be talking to her in this way, he had his own shit to deal with.

  And that had to do with the fact he had a major hard-on for Renee. He had for a long fucking time.

  Renee saw the anger in Weasel’s eyes, and she couldn’t blame him. She had made so many mistakes over the years, and leaving with a man who was a judgmental asshole was top of the list. It was embarrassing. While she had been out working her ass off, he’d been fucking woman after woman. She had walked into their apartment to find him in the middle of an orgy, and worse, he wanted her to join in.

  That had been the last straw. She’d gotten a flight home the next day, and instead of coming home, she’d been working in the city, far away from any Soldier’s reach. Out of the blue Vengeance had called her, told her he’d met someone, and then she had been spent so long wondering if she should ignore the call or make amends.

  Vengeance was her only family. They only had one another, and she had fucked that up.

  She didn’t know what to say as Weasel stared at her, smoking and looking like he didn’t have a care in the world.

  “I shouldn’t have come here, should I?”

  “Tell me what happened with fuck face,” Weasel said, not answering her question.

  “Jake?” He nodded. She blew out a breath. “He cheated on me again and again. I kept on working. We went traveling, and he decided to be a bum and sit on his ass all day while I worked. All of his talk about starting out, of exploring, it was all bullshit. I was just an easy ride, in more ways than I ever want to remember.” It still left a bitter taste in her mouth how she chose a dick over her own brother. She looked Weasel in the eye, refusing to back down. “Is that what you wanted to hear? How stupid I was because I decided to spread my legs for the first guy that would show me any attention?” She laughed. “For the first time that it had nothing to do with the MC. Yeah, I was a fucking asshole.” Even as tears filled her eyes, she refused to let them fall. She wouldn’t give that bastard another chance to hurt her.

  Weasel tutted and then pulled her into his arms. He stroked her hair as her first tear started to fall. She hadn’t cried, not in a long time. She didn’t cry when she caught Jake with someone else.

  The last time she had cried had been when she was on the plane realizing what she had said to her big brother, and to the club she had once adored, knowing there was no way back, not really.

  3

  Renee stepped away just as some guys excited the clubhouse, women on their arms, their voices loud.

  “Thanks for being decent, Weasel.” She knew he didn’t have to be kind to her. Yeah, he’d shown her an asshole side, but then again she knew enough about him and how the club operated that building that wall and pushing people away was what they did and how they stayed safe.

  Hell, she’d pushed her brother away.

  She made her way to the entrance, her heart thundering, her breath coming in fast, short intervals. She didn’t know how Vengeance would react, or if he’d even open his arms to her and accept her back into his life.

  She’d been shitty for pushing him away, and she didn’t want to lose him because she’d been a bitch that didn’t know family came first.

  Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open and was assaulted with the smell of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and sweat. The music was ear-splitting, the room was foggy from the smoke, and she could see people grinding up on each other.

  She went over to
the bar, not knowing where her brother was but needing to see him and make this right.

  “Hi, you know where I can find Vengeance?” she shouted to be heard over the music.

  He had his back to her and the patch said Prospect. She knew enough from Vengeance that this was a “trial-run” member, someone who had to show their worth to the club before they were a full-fledged member.

  He turned around. “What?” he shouted back and eyed her up and down. “Where the hell did you come from? You don’t look like you want deep dicking.”

  Renee pulled the edges of her cardigan closer together and glared. “Can you tell me where Vengeance is?”

  He tipped his chin toward the back hallway. “He’s probably with his old lady in one of the back rooms.”

  She made her way back to where the Prospect gestured, moved around gyrating couples, and tried to figure out which room he was in. A few of the doors were open and she could see he wasn’t in the spaces but two doors were closed.

  The sound of moaning came from one and she pushed back her gag relax at the knowledge it might be her brother. But before she could knock on the door and interrupt whoever was in there, another door swung open behind her and a woman’s voice filtered out.

  “You’re being so bad, Vengeance.”

  Renee turned and saw this gorgeous woman with a scar on one eye come out. She was smiling, and the love on her face was clear.