by Jenika Snow
Lost In You
The Soldiers of Wrath MC
Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow
LOST IN YOU (The Soldiers of Wrath MC, 6)
Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow
http://www.CrescentSnowPublishing.com
Published by Crescent Snow Publishing
Copyright © June 2016 by Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow
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First E-book Publication: June 2016
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Lost In You (The Soldiers of Wrath MC)
Other titles by Crescent Snow Publishing
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-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Epilogue
All or Nothin’
Reader Note
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Steel and Eloise
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Shakes and Daniella
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
The End
Sam: Readers, as always you leave me with no words to express my gratitude at your continued love and support. I hope you like Nerd’s story, and our novella at the end. I really hope we visit our couples again real soon. Jenika, love you so much. Thank you for taking a chance on me.
Jenika: Thank you to all the readers that continuously show your support. It means a lot to us that you’ve stood by us and asked for more. I hope you enjoy Nerd’s story, as well as the little novella showing the other Soldiers of Wrath bikers with their old ladies. And last, but certainly not least, thank you, Sam, for going on this writing journey with me and always being there!
Other titles by Crescent Snow Publishing
Beautiful Torment
Book 1: Zeke’s Rule
Club Corruption
Book 1: Corruption
Book 2: Bound
Taboo Shorts
Book 1: Teacher’s Pet
Book 2: Player
Book 3: Cherry
Book 4: Taboo
The Soldiers of Wrath MC
Book 1: Owned by the Bastard
Book 2: Bent, Not Broken
Book 3: Hard As Steel
The Soldiers Bonus Story (free story available on CSP website)
Book 4: Dead Bastard
Boxed set (books 1-3+ bonus story)
Book 4.5: Ruin and Rise
Book 5: The Way I Like It
Book 6: Lost In You
Book 6.5: All or Nothin’
The Soldiers of Wrath MC: Grit Chapter
Book 1: Beast
Book 2: King
She was his drug of choice, his addiction. He'd kill for her, die for her. Nerd would walk through hell just to prove he was crazy for her. She was his obsession, and no matter how much she denied him he'd make her see she was it for him. Nerd had never wanted anything for himself ... until she came along. Hannah was his everything whether she knew it or not. Nerd just needed to prove to her that underneath the bastard he was they'd be good together.
Chapter One
“You know, it wouldn’t do her any harm if you went over there and talked to her,” Joker said.
Nerd sipped at his beer and glanced at his friend who had come to stand beside him. Once again, he returned his attention toward the beautiful woman who was wearing a shit-load of clothes even though the sun was beaming down on them. He’d even removed his shirt and jacket and if he could have, he’d have gotten rid of his pants as well. It was fucking hot, and he was roasting. Hannah, however, wore a pair of jeans, a vest shirt, and over that a cardigan. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a long ponytail, and she was talking with Amy. The clubwomen had befriended her and made her part of the family ever since they all saved her from that fucking cult that was torturing her.
“I can’t just go and talk to her.”
“Why not?”
“She’s ... better without me. With all the shit she went through and the type of man I am...” He shook his head. “Yeah, she’s better without me.” When Hannah first arrived at the clubhouse, she’d been withdrawn and completely terrified, but it was to be expected given what had happened to her. He’d witnessed her jump and flinch at the littlest of things. They’d had a female doctor look her over and assess the damage. The bastards had cut her back up so bad that she’d be scarred for the rest of her life. He fucking hated that and wished he’d given the bastard that had hurt her a more painful death.
I wish I could make that fucking cult pay all over again, ten times over.
The doctor had also given her a pill in case of pregnancy, which fucking killed him inside because that told him she’d been raped. She had been hurt in the most violent of ways, called all kinds of shit, yet she was still standing. It told of her strength.
When they’d first brought her to the club after going after Elena’s fucked up cult family, Hannah would wake the whole clubhouse with her screams of terror. Those sounds would stay with him forever. Elena had it hard with that cult, running from them so she could have a life.
“Amy had a hard life too. I thought it would be best to give her space, but I was a fucking idiot. Time and love heals all kinds of wounds, Nerd.”
“You’ve heard her talking to the women. You’ve had to witness Amy, the other old ladies, console her. Do you really think she’s ready? She’s too young to have to cope with any of this, let alone a motherfucker like me that wants her bad.”
She was eighteen years old, so fucking young, and had gotten her GED with help from the old ladies. It had helped keep her mind off shit, at least that’s what he heard. Hannah had told them she didn’t have anywhere to go, and so they’d welcomed her into their fold.
Fuck.
His life had gone from fucking every single random club whore, to watching one woman, to becoming possessive and territorial of her. To becoming obsessed with her. Hannah needed to be looked after, and he was the man that would ensure she was safe, no matter what.
She was a sweet girl, too sweet for the likes of him.
There was so much about her that he
found charming, so much he wanted to know about her, no matter how small.
Her favorite ice cream was strawberry, and she loved it with hot fudge. She hated coffee, and Saturday cartons made her chuckle.
Men made her nervous.
The clubwomen and old ladies protected her.
For the past few months, Nerd had watched her, and he’d made sure that she had everything that her heart desired. He just couldn’t stand the thought of her going without.
“It’s hard for her.”
“I’m not saying that what Amy went through wasn’t rough, it’s just, I’m not like you, Joker. You’ve got a connection to Amy. All I ever did was save Hannah.”
Joker gripped his shoulder. “That will mean more to her than anything you’ll ever know.”
Nerd wished he could believe him, he really did. Nodding, he took a sip of his soda and watched the woman that had consumed his every waking moment. They were all gathered outside for a barbeque. With the summer heat it was impossible to stay inside. He didn’t know what was going on, but it was just too damn hot, a heat wave the news called it.
He was tired of feeling hot all the time.
Glancing around the yard, he couldn’t help but be relaxed. The club was his home, and his brothers, his family. They had his back in every single situation, and he loved them all. Nerd would die for each of them, just as he knew they would die for him.
Hannah left the small group of women and headed inside the clubhouse. Finishing off his beer, he made his way into the clubhouse. He didn’t just watch her from afar; he did talk to her every now and then. But what she didn’t know is that he all but stalked her, made sure he knew her every move, because he told himself he did it to make sure she was safe.
Entering the kitchen, he found the large fridge open and Hannah bent inside. When the door slammed closed behind him, she jerked up, turned around, her eyes wide, and a gasp leaving her. He’d scared her.
Fuck.
Holding his hands up in surrender, he tried to do everything to appear less threatening to her.
“It’s just me.”
“You scared me.”
“I didn’t mean to.”
She smiled, and he saw that it was forced.
Just once he’d love to see a smile that wasn’t fucking reserved or filled with questions. It was like she was afraid to be herself.
That fucking cult had damaged her.
Nerd hated the thought of never really knowing the beautiful woman she was before being taken.
She tucked some hair behind her ear. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine.”
“No one will hurt you here. You’re safe.”
“I know.” She stared at her hands and then back up at him, taking a deep breath as she did. “I’m trying to fight it.”
“Fight what?”
“The fear. There are times I’m scared that he’s going to come back. I don’t like being alone, and yet, all I want to be is alone. If I’m by myself, I can focus, and I don’t have to see pity in everyone’s eyes.”
“I don’t pity you, Hannah. I’m angry for you. I’m angry for what you’ve lost, and what has been taken from you.” He lowered his hands. “I can’t speak for anyone else, but I know they’ve got your best interests at heart. If you want to be alone, you can be alone, no questions asked.”
She smiled.
Once again, it didn’t reach her eyes, and it was a simple movement of her lips, but he’d take it. “You’re a good man, Nerd,” she said. “It sounds weird calling you that kind of name. I was always a ‘nerd,’ so calling anyone that seems rude.”
He laughed, hoping that she’d see how easy it would be to let go around him. Nerd didn’t need anything else from her, other than her to be relaxed. If he had to, he’d fight every single fucker who came near her to make sure she knew that kind of peace.
His life belonged to her now.
Chapter Two
Hannah watched Nerd leave. He’d stayed in the kitchen with her talking for another ten minutes or so, but maybe he saw how uncomfortable she was and that’s why he left? It wasn’t that it was him, or his presence that made her feel so awkward, but the fact she didn’t know if she could ever be “normal” again in front of anyone. Being with that cult had really screwed her up, and Hannah hated it so much.
She braced her hands on the counter and breathed out, not knowing what she wanted to do with her life. She was a free woman, didn’t have to live by certain rules, and that felt incredibl but also scared the hell out of her.
The truth was, being free was a lot scarier than being in the cult, and she didn’t know if that was because for so long she’d been chained down, so to speak, tortured, not only physically but mentally as well, or because she felt like she was lost in a way.
She opened her eyes and moved out of the kitchen. She wanted to be alone right now, needed to just be in silence as she got her thoughts together.
The club had been so good to her, had helped her get her GED, which had been so damn hard but also thrilling in the same breath. Though now that she had something to fall back on to help her get a job, Hannah felt her fear take hold and threaten to pull her down. But she pushed it back. She didn’t want to be that scared little girl anymore, didn’t want what had happened to dictate her life. Maybe she needed some therapy? Amy, Joker’s old lady, had spoken to her about when she’d seen a professional about her problems. But would they help Hannah?
She entered the bedroom the club had given to her, shut the door, and for a second just leaned against it, staring at her “belongings, or more aptly what the club owned.
There was a double bed in the corner, a nightstand beside that, a lamp on top of the stand, and a book Deanna, Demon’s old lady had given her. It was about a girl that had to stay strong when she felt like she was losing grasp of her life.
There was a window across from the bed and a dresser pressed up against the wall. She’d been given enough clothes to last her a lifetime, and she didn’t know if the club and the women would ever truly know how grateful she was.
Moving away from the door and walking into the bathroom that was attached to the room, she turned the light on and stared at herself in the mirror. The bathroom light was harsh, showing all her “flaws.” She didn’t know why she did this, but Hannah found herself grabbing the bottom of her shirt and lifting it up and over her head. She placed it on the edge of the sink and looked at her face. Ever so slowly she lowered her gaze down her chest, looked at her plain white bra for a second, and then finally turned around.
She looked over her shoulder and stared at the scars and wounds on her back. They were for the most part almost fully healed, but there were a couple that had gotten infected and the doctor had to tend to them more. Images of how she’d gotten the scars flashed through her mind, but she curled her hands into tight fists and breathed through the memories.
“This doesn’t define you.”
Saying that out loud didn’t dismiss the fact she felt ugly, hated herself for what she had done to her ... for what she’d allowed to have been done to her.
The Family, or cult as what they really were, had been great at first. Supportive and loving, they’d shown her that she didn’t have to be alone in the world. She’d been a runaway, escaping a life that had been filled with an abusive drunk of a father and an absentee mother. She’d dropped out of high school and worked to save money to leave. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she’d packed what little belongings she’d had and hit the road. That’s when she’d meet the “Family.” They’d taken her in, given her food, shelter, love. It was all things she’d never been given while growing up. It had always been, always felt like Hannah had been up against the world.
Breathing out roughly, she thought about what she’d been through, and how nothing had seemed to work out the way she’d wanted it to. It was hard not thinking of the past, though, of how she’d fucked up.
It hadn’t taken long for the Family to warp, twist into somet
hing evil like demons hiding in human bodies. It had been like whiplash, and she’d been so damn confused by it all. Then there had been the abuse, the rape, and then the being strung up like an offering.
She pushed the past away and got her shirt back on. After leaving the bathroom she went over to the window and pushed the curtain aside. Her room was in the back of the club, so when she looked out the window she saw the back property. Below was where the barbecue was going on, the club members and their women, the club girls and even some other bikers from clubs in the surrounding cities, had come to be together. They were a family, and no matter what they stuck together.
It was so nice to watch this but also made her sad, made her long for something like this in her life. She felt her scars throb, as if reminding who she really was. She hated it, hated she didn’t have more control of herself.
Pushing those thoughts and feelings away, she focused on the club, on where she was at now.
The MC made her feel welcome, but she wasn’t a fool in thinking she could stay here forever.
Her focus landed on Nerd, who was over by the grill. He flipped burgers while he drank a beer. Skull and Brash, other members of the club, where beside him, all looking relaxed, comfortable in their skins. Whatever Nerd said had the other two men laughing and clapping him on the back.
But the other MC members wandered off and then it was just Nerd standing there. And then he lifted his head and looked right at her. Had he felt her stare on him? There was something about him that had this tingle racing up her spine every time she saw him. And she couldn’t deny the fact she noticed he watched her. It should have been a little unnerving the way he stared at her all the time, though it actually made Hannah feel safe.
But she knew she could never be with anyone, not for a long time at least. She was damaged, dare she even say broken. And at only eighteen. What a sad life if this was how things had gone so far. Maybe one day she’d find someone that could accept her for who she was. Because it would take one hell of a man to deal with the shit she’d gone through.
Chapter Three