by Eve R. Hart
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
A Note From The Author
Prologue
CHAPTER ONE Sketch
CHAPTER TWO Sketch
CHAPTER THREE Melissa
CHAPTER FOUR Sketch
CHAPTER FIVE Melissa
CHAPTER SIX Sketch
CHAPTER SEVEN Melissa
CHAPTER EIGHT Sketch
CHAPTER NINE Sketch
CHAPTER TEN Melissa
CHAPTER ELEVEN Sketch
CHAPTER TWELVE Melissa
CHAPTER THIRTEEN Sketch
CHAPTER FOURTEEN Melissa
CHAPTER FIFTEEN Melissa
CHAPTER SIXTEEN Sketch
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Sketch
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Sketch
CHAPTER NINETEEN Sketch
CHAPTER TWENTY Melissa
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE Iron
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO Brand
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE Ky
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR Sketch
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE Sketch
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX Melissa
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN Cable
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT Sketch
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE Melissa
CHAPTER THIRTY Blade
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE Sketch
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO Sketch
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE Sketch
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR Melissa
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE Sketch
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX Sketch
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN Melissa
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT Sketch
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Find Her
Other Works
Sketch
A Steel Paragons MC Novel
(The Coast: Book 12)
By Eve R. Hart
Copyright
Copyright © 2020 Eve R. Hart
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This book is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writers imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is purely coincidental.
Warning: This book is intended for readers 18 years and older. This book contains violence, harsh language, and explicit sex scenes.
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Dedication
This one is for all those badass bitches.
And the ladies that have a softer strength hidden inside.
Love who you are because all women are motherfuckin’ magical.
A Note From The Author
Hi.
My characters come out as they are. I don’t try to change them. In doing that, sometimes speech and grammar comes out messy. Please don’t fault the characters for how they talk or think. That said, I know I’m not perfect and I’m sure that there are a few errors that I’ve missed. If you ever notice one, feel free to get up with me directly if you would like me to know. Facebook is probably the best way or email ([email protected]). I am always open to fixing my mistakes and I appreciate the help.
Thank you. Happy reading.
-Eve
Prologue
Sketch
Shall we get the sad shit out of the way first?
If only y’all could hear me laughing.
You don’t need to hear any of that. Yeah, I know you’re dying to know, but I can’t start it all off by bringing you down. Ain’t my style.
But you’ve been waiting for it.
Don’t worry, I can hear you tellin’ me that now.
Believe me, I know you have.
But what’s a good fuck without a little teasing, right?
Let’s be real, this is what that is.
And by the time this is over, you’ll be beggin’ to get off.
Don’t worry, Sketch will take care of you.
I always do.
So here’s a little taste for you.
What you’re about to dive into might shock the fuck outta you. It sure did me. That woman came into my life and all hell broke loose for me. I’m tellin’ you, she is something.
She ended up being the biggest ‘you’ll never guess what happened’ story I’d ever tell. Except, I wasn’t telling it to anyone. All the crazy shit I’d had happen while I was fucking would never compare to this.
You’ll soon see why, I promise.
Anyway.
No words could describe her.
But if I had to pick one, I’d go with magical.
Damn, every time I think about her I can’t help but fuckin’ smile. And of course I’m hard as fuck! Never had a problem gettin’ that way before, but with her it was different.
Ah, hell, I can’t fuckin’ explain that shit.
But maybe after you hear our story, you’ll get it.
Oh, and by the way, shit gets really fucking cray.
Brace yourself, you’re about to see all sides of me.
CHAPTER ONE
Sketch
“You alright, man?” Tripp asked me and I took a long moment to stare at him. So long, in fact, that he started to look uneasy.
I smiled.
Something I was so good at now that no one could tell it wasn’t real.
“Ah, I’m fine!” I laughed and clapped him on the shoulder. He let out a small sigh of relief.
Gotta keep ‘em on their toes.
Hell, fuckin’, yeah.
Listen, bitch, I’m not an asshole, okay?
I’m just fucked up.
Though, that wasn’t something I liked to admit. Not even to my own damn self.
“Get the fuck outta here,” I told him playfully. His shift was over and now that I was here, he was a free man.
This was part of my punishment. Prez hadn’t announced what I’d done to everyone but still, I felt like shit about the whole thing.
Now I was working all the fuckin’ time.
I still had the tat shop and my normal duties for the club. And with Iron’s punishment for not turning Monty over once I knew he had our guns, I was now taking on extra shifts at the container yard. Add in all the fuckin’ I needed to keep up with, and I was getting like no damn sleep.
I could tell you it was bullshit and bitch up a storm, but really, this shit was all my fault.
I’d fucked up.
Real damn bad.
But come on, y’all were fuckin’ waiting for it anyway. I’d managed to go this long without disappointing anyone and I’d call that a win.
Hey, I knew how they all saw me.
Was I that kid?
Well, I was twenty-three now, was I still a kid?
To them I was. They’d always see me as that seventeen-year-old punk they’d let into their club. But I didn’t care because I was just real fuckin’ glad to be here.
Never thought I’d make it to somewhere like this. Got food whenever the fuck I wanted it. Got money to buy whatever the hell I wanted. Got a nice roof over my head and a bed to lay that head in each night. Even got a lock on my door, which might have been the one thing I was most thankful for. Pretty fuckin’ sad that something as small as a lock was wha
t did it for me.
But whatever.
Shit was behind me now, or that was what I kept tellin’ myself. Didn’t need to go back there, didn’t need to keep reliving the shitty past that I’d somehow made it out of.
My life was damn good and that was it.
I put on my happy face and walked my ass around the perimeter of the container yard. It was quiet as fuck and I hated it. I was bored within twenty minutes but I wasn’t about to slack off. No way in hell.
About three hours later, just when I thought I was losing my mind to the night noises, I saw a flashlight scanning the area near the front gate. I jogged over, not bothering to keep my footfalls quiet.
“Sup?” I asked the moment the light shone on me.
Lake lowered the flashlight and shook his head at me.
“Coffee? Triple the cream and sugar,” he said handing over the travel mug.
“Thanks,” I said as I took it. “Can’t sleep?”
Lake and Bridget lived in the house across the street from the yard. He had been close to some old guy that died not long ago and left it to him. He didn’t walk over here every night I worked, but sometimes he’d come keep me company for a few and bring me coffee or something to eat.
Lake was up at all odd hours. Used to be that he’d stay up for days until he just crashed. But now that he had a woman in his life, he’d leveled out a little. Well, mostly. There were times like tonight where he was up when people were usually sleeping.
“I told Prez I’d check up on you,” he said with a little smirk.
“Fuck off,” I spat out. “I’m doing my job.”
“I know you are. We all do,” he said as he clapped me on the shoulder. “I’m just fucking with you.”
“I don’t get it…” I said and left it hanging there for a good long minute.
“Get what?” he asked, taking the bait.
“You got a woman in your bed, can get all up in that pussy any time you want to, yet you’re out here jacking off with me.”
He just shook his head at me and took my words for what they were. I was always joking, but what people didn’t realize was that I hid a lot of truth in those jokes.
Like now. Why was he out here if he had his match probably naked in a bed all warm and soft and shit just waiting there for him?
I wouldn’t say I was looking for something like that. But if I had a bitch that I could stand for longer than five minutes and didn’t feel like I had to hide shit from, you bet your ass I’d take advantage of every single fuckin’ second I had with her.
Trouble was, I didn’t think there was that one out there for me. And that was alright, really, because I was so fucked up I didn’t want anyone to get close to this shit. The last thing I needed was to have it wash off on a good woman. Trust me, if she liked me enough to stick by me, then she was a good woman. It would take a hell of a bitch to do that.
“I’m letting her sleep. She’s had a long day,” Lake answered and I’d almost forgotten what the hell we were talking about.
I guess that was the kind of shit you did when you really cared about someone.
I shrugged like I didn’t get it and didn’t care to.
“Things sure ain’t like they used to be,” I said before I took a big sip of coffee.
Lake looked at me and his face asked all the questions his mouth didn’t voice.
“You know, used to be all about the club and shit. Now, all y’all got lives outside the club.” I paused and really thought about it. Sure I’d noticed, kinda hard not to when that shit was all around you. Couldn’t turn a corner at the compound without being slapped in the face with it. “I ain’t saying it’s a bad thing, just never really thought shit would change that much.”
“Well, it hasn’t changed for you,” he pointed out.
I barked out a laugh.
True that.
And it wouldn’t. For more reasons than I wanted to admit to, let alone talk about with him about.
“And why would it? Why the fuck would I want to be tied to one bitch when I could have a handful in just one night?”
He shook his head at me but there was a smile on his face. Everyone was pretty used to me, even the women.
“But has it really changed?” he asked trying to pull out some kind of fucking wisdom or some shit. “We’re still a club. Those lives you say we have outside of the club, are they really separate though?”
Nah, they weren’t. Well, for the most part they weren’t. Iron’s woman, Petra, didn’t hang around like the others did. Which was fine because I wasn’t scared of many things, but she sure as fuck was one of them. Matter fact, when she was around, I made sure I wasn’t.
Sure, some things had changed. My list of brothers I could use to take the heat off me was dwindling. I had to trust them before I asked them to join in. I was weird when it came to another dude being there even if it was clear we were there to fuck her, and only her. But they better not fucking look at me and I didn’t want to so much as feel a part of them brush up against me. Which was hard as fuck to do. I was always trying to prove to myself that I could be normal, but I’d been failing for years. And sex was a big part of that. It was why I needed another brother there. Because when shit went sideways like it always did, I needed to have a way to get the focus off of me.
But other than that, I guess things were pretty much the same. Yeah, the clubhouse was a little more chill most of the time. And the Old Ladies were around a lot more, but that wasn’t such a bad thing. Especially when they were in the kitchen. I wasn’t saying that in an asshole way, I just loved food. And they made it. God bless Abigail, that was for sure.
“I guess it hasn’t. Just not quite sure how you managed to find bitches that are all about the club too.” I finally spoke.
“Because it’s more than just a club. You damn well know that too. If you’d just stop for a minute, you’d see it. You’re one of us, even if you try to keep yourself separate.”
“I know,” I shot back defensively.
I might have known it but that didn’t mean that I could believe it. All my life, I’d lost the little stability I could latch onto. Let me tell you, it wasn’t ever much. Now, I had it in spades and I didn’t know what to do with it. That day would come. You know, the one when they realized I didn’t fit in. That I’d never be one of them and all this time I’d been pretending. Or that I was really just a fuck up and not worth the time. Whatever the reason would be, I had to be prepared for it all to get snatched away.
“You’re one of us. You’ve got the ink on your skin and patch over your chest. It only means something if you let it. And I’ve got to tell you, it means something to me.” He turned on his heels and walked away.
Maybe he was right, but I didn’t know how the hell I could change now. It wasn’t easily done and I didn’t have the first clue how to.
Well, I was no longer bored. Lake had left me thinking way too fuckin’ much and I couldn’t seem to turn it off. I guess it was better than the shit that normally played out in my head.
I was a part of the Steel Paragons MC, but I hadn’t let them be a part of me. I hadn’t dropped my guard and let them in. I knew each and every single one of those fuckers would have my back if I ever needed it. Hell, I’d have theirs just the same. I wouldn’t have said I owed them, but I sure as fuck was grateful to that damn club and everything it’d given me. I’d never intentionally let them down. But somehow I had. I’d tried to save my past and my future at the same time.
I just couldn’t be the one that turned Monty over, no matter how much he’d turned into a dick. Well, I guess he’d always been that way. However, since I’d been gone, he’d turned into someone I couldn’t recognize. I hadn’t been around that much and I suppose that was enough reason for him to hate me. I’d found a crack I could slip into and I didn’t look back much. I’d pulled myself up and it had been damn hard. But I’d done it. And I’d left everyone behind. As much as I kept telling myself that it was my time, I knew it was
still shitty. They’d left me time and time again, and I was always there waiting for them when they came back. It wasn’t easy, and I wasn’t trying to be a little bitch and cry about it. I didn’t think the world owed me, but I did think that I deserved the out that I’d made for myself.
I wasn’t a good person, and I damn well knew it.
I couldn’t change the past.
I couldn’t go back and fix all the shit I’d fucked up. Didn’t really think I would if I had the chance to. And maybe that made me more of a monster than anyone would ever know.
I’d been tired.
Always so fuckin’ tired.
Here I was still looking out for people. But the difference was I had people looking out for me too.
So, no, I wouldn’t change the outcome no matter what.
CHAPTER TWO
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I had the night off. Wasn’t quite sure how I’d managed that, but fuck, I was going to take advantage of it.
Since I’d had to stick close to the clubhouse for pussy lately, I was ready to get the fuck out.
Tonight, tourists.
Or rich bitches in need of a plaything for the night.
Hell yeah.
Only one place to find those— the beach.
And I wasn’t talking about the trashy one. I was heading to the nice one. The very same one that Mouse and Ky lived on. I figured if I ever needed to I could probably crash on one of their couches. Then again, they had that settled down thing going on like everyone else, so maybe not. Not that it was that big of a deal, I could pass out on the beach if I needed to.
It wasn’t like I needed a bed. Hell, most of my life I hadn’t had one.
I looked around the club bar in search of someone to go with me. I could go alone, but I always offered. There used to be a group of them that would follow me out, but the numbers had dropped off to just about nothing. I wasn’t into hanging out with the Prospects and the only brothers that were single and liked to fuck were pretty much newbies. There was Tripp. He’d been here about as long as I had. And Colby wasn’t all that bad. A little too much with the manners though. Sometimes that shit got annoying. But I liked the guy enough. Fitz was one of the higher-ups and well, he was a little too weird for me. Which said something because I was not normal in the fuckin’ least.