Blaze
Copyright © 2019 by Sapphire Knight
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Editing by Mitzi Carroll
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Also by Sapphire
Oath Keepers MC Series
Secrets
Exposed
Relinquish
Forsaken Control
Friction
Princess
Sweet Surrender – free short story
Love and Obey – free short story
Daydream
Baby
Chevelle
Cherry
Heathen
Russkaya Mafiya Series
Secrets
Corrupted
Corrupted Counterparts – free short story
Unwanted Sacrifices
Undercover Intentions
Dirty Down South Series
Freight Train
3 Times the Heat
2 Times the Bliss
Complete Standalones
Gangster
Unexpected Forfeit
The Main Event – free short story
Oath Keepers MC Collection
Russian Roulette
Tease – Short Story Collection
Oath Keepers MC Hybrid Collection
Vendetti
Viking - free newsletter short story
Capo Dei Capi Vendetti Duet
The Vendetti Empire - part 1
The Vendetti Queen - part 2
Harvard Academy Elite Duet
Little White Lies
Ugly Dark Truth
WARNING
This novel includes graphic language and adult situations. It may be offensive to some readers and includes situations that may be hotspots for certain individuals. This book is intended for ages 18 and older due to some steamy spots. This work is fictional. The story is meant to entertain the reader and may not always be completely accurate. Any reproduction of these works without Author Sapphire Knight’s written consent is pirating and will be punished to the fullest extent of the law.
This book is fiction.
The guys are over-the-top alphas.
My men and women are nuts.
This is not real.
Don’t steal my shit.
Read for enjoyment.
This is not your momma’s cookbook.
Easily offended people should not read this.
Don’t be a dick.
Romance shaming is slut shaming, don’t be that asshole.
Acknowledgements
My husband – This life wouldn’t be possible without having your continued support. I know it’s not always easy when I zone out on my laptop and don’t want to be disturbed. I appreciate you rolling with it and embracing my chosen career. I’m glad you’ve discovered a way to implement Knight Creations business to fit so well with mine. I wouldn’t want to spend my life with anyone else. I love you, I’m thankful for you, I can’t say it enough.
My boys – You are my whole world. I love you both. This never changes, and you better not be reading these books until you’re thirty and tell yourself your momma did not write them! I can never express how grateful I am for your support. You are quick to tell me that my career makes you proud, that I make you proud. As far as mom wins go, that one takes the cake. I love you with every beat of my heart, and I will forever.
My Beta Babes –This wouldn’t be possible without you always being there to cheer me on. I can’t express my gratitude enough for each of you. Thank you so much for sticking with me for this long. I’m blessed to have your continued support and friendship.
Editor Mitzi Carroll – Your hard work makes mine stand out, and I’m so grateful! Thank you for pouring tons of hours into my passion and being so wonderful to me. Thank you for your amazing support.
Cover Designer Clarise Tan – I cannot thank you enough for the wonderful work you’ve done for me. Your continued help and support truly means so much. I can’t wait to see our future projects; you always blow me away. You are a creative genius!
Formatting Brenda Wright – Thank you so much for making my books always look professional and beautiful. I truly appreciate it and the kindness you’ve shown me. I know I can depend on you even in short notice and it’s so refreshing. You are always quick and efficient, thank you!
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My Readers – I love you. You make my life possible, thank you. I can’t wait to meet many of you this year and in the future. To those of you leaving me the awesome spoiler free reviews, you motivate me to keep writing. For that, I will forever be grateful, as this is my passion in life.
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Table of Contents
Also by Sapphire
Acknowledgements
Dedicated to
Club Tree
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
Stay Up to Date with Sapphire
Dedicated to
This one’s for everyone who is sick of one-sided arguments and ideologies. The world is a big place, we have the right to all have our own views and thoughts. It doesn’t mean you have to like it or agree, but respect is deserved from everyone. There are too many assholes out there, let’s be better.
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Also, if you’re reading my books, then I know you’re not small minded. Thank you for being one of the good ones.
Club Tree:
(charter, road name, position, ol’ lady, nickname, kids, book title)
Oath Keepers/Widow Makers hybrid charter:
Viking – President (Prez),
Heir to the Widow Makers MC, previous NOMAD,
Princess aka Cinderella - ol’ lady (Princess)
Odin – Vice President (VP), Vikings younger blood brother,
previous Widow Maker, Cherry - ol’ lady (Cherry)
Torch – Death Dealer (punisher/enforcer), previous Widow Maker,
grew up with Viking, Annabelle Teague - daughter
Saint a
nd Sinner – Hell Raisers, previous NOMADS,
Jude aka Baby - ol’ lady (Baby)
Nightmare – Good friend to Viking and Exterminator,
club officer, previous NOMAD, Bethany aka Daydream - ol’ lady,
Maverick – son (Daydream)
Blaze – Vikings cousin and Princess’ security,
previous Widow Maker
Amelia aka Teach – ol’ lady (Heathen)
Chaos – Close with the NOMADS, Ex NFL football player
Smokey – Treasurer, previous Widow Maker
Mercenary – Transfer from Chicago Charter, newest officer,
Chevelle aka Chevy - ol’ lady, Hemi, Nova, Shelby – son and daughters (Chevelle)
Frost – Prospect, Bronx’ blood brother
Karma – Prospect, twin to Rage
Rage – Prospect, twin to Karma
Scot – Deceased
Bronx – Deceased
NOMADS:
Exterminator
Ruger
Spider
Knuckle Buster
Magnum
Original Oath Keepers MC:
Ares – Prez, Avery - ol’ lady (Forsaken Control)
Cain – VP, London - ol’ lady, Jamison Cade – son (Exposed)
2 Piece – Gun Runner – SAA, Avery - ol’ lady (Relinquish)
Twist – Unholy One, Sadie aka Sadie Baby - ol’ lady, Cyle – son (Friction)
Spin – Treasurer
Snake – Previous President’s son, Peppermint - ol’ lady (Sweet Surrender)
Capone – Deceased
Smiles – Deceased
Shooter – Deceased
Scratch – Deceased
Rivals
Iron Fists MC
Twisted Snakes MC
Mexican Cartel
Clubs Mentioned
Menace Mayhem MC – Alaska Charter – Grizzly
Heathen – (informal use) An unenlightened person; a person regarded as lacking culture or moral principles.
Welcome to the Oath Keepers MC, where we say fuck what you think. Unless you’re Blaze and a feisty principal, then all bets are off.
With her nose stuck in the air, Doctor Amelia Stone thinks she has Blaze’s character pegged. He’s a heathen after all, not someone she’d ever think twice about. Unbeknownst to the overconfident principal, Blaze isn’t one of the weak beta males Amelia’s used to intimidating. This is one biker who won’t back down.
Chapter 1
“Well?” Torch mutters once we both get situated on the barstools at the hole-in-the-wall bar. We’re close to the compound at a place that a former ol’ lady owns. Her ol’ man died awhile back, and we drop in from time to time to check up on her and the business. Being a biker, loyalty and family is everything. Not necessarily blood relations but rather, our MC family—the people we choose to have in our lives.
“What?” I groan and signal for a beer as Torch glares at anyone who even attempts a glance in his direction. A new bartender is working, and she’s a hot little piece of ass. She’s one of a few around here I haven’t had yet and wouldn’t mind getting my dick wet with.
“Do you have a plan with this female principal? We’ve discussed her a few times, and now you’ve got Viking and Odin both on your back about doing something with her.” Torch may be a moody fuck and Viking’s oldest friend, but he’s also a nosey bastard. Most wouldn’t know that insignificant fact about him, but being around him through the Widow Makers and now the Oath Keepers, well, I have his ass pegged. You don’t become the death dealer by being an idiot. He kills people and knows shit; it’s just what he does.
“You heard the brothers; they don’t give two fucks what I do with her as long as I get her to heel.” My VP and Prez have both ordered me to take care of this feisty woman who's been giving the club brats issues at school. Personally, I’m used to being judged and treated differently being associated with the club. The kids, however, don’t deserve it. From what I’ve heard in church, this woman's a complete snot to anyone affiliated with the club—members included.
He snorts, his merciless gaze not believing I can make it happen. He runs his hand through his unruly hair and complains. “I’ve dealt with this bitch, and believe me when I say she’s a cunt. You think this is going to be easy, but me an’ Nightmare know damn well she’s stubborn as hell with her nose so fucking high up in the air when it comes to the club that she’ll put your ass through the wringer.”
Flashing him a cocky grin, I take a swig of the ice-cold beer that’d been set in front of me before responding. “I’ll try to be nice, work some charm on her. Hell, maybe I’ll bring her some fucking flowers and let her know that if she needs anything at all, I’ll be more than obliged to offer a helping hand. Chicks can’t resist when I turn up the charm.”
“Not going to work.” He shakes his head and requests a double American Honey, chilled. It’s Wild Turkey with a hint of sweetness. Torch drums his fingers on the bar top as he speaks. “She’s going to look down that sharp nose of hers and flick you off like a motherfucking flea. You don’t believe me, but you’ll see.”
With a shrug, I wave off his comment. “Then I’ll knock the bitch out and kidnap her. The choice is up to her. I’ll put the ball in her court and let her actions decide how I treat her.” I’ve dealt with female club problems in the past—with the Oath Keepers as well as when I was a Widow Maker. Granted, my methods have changed a bit, but I’ll still get to the nitty-gritty if required; this chick won’t get the best of me.
His hand goes to his forehead, his fingers massaging his temples as he swears under his breath. Torch rarely shows emotion to anyone other than our MC brothers, and even then, it’s only to those of us who used to be Widow Makers alongside him. He’s learned the hard way not to trust, so I can’t blame him for being the cold fucker he is today. “You’ll end up in jail. She’s the type to press charges, and being a biker, she won’t hesitate to take your ass to court. Tread easy with this one…-a quick in and out,” he warns, and it’s my turn to scoff.
“I’m gonna mow that bitch over before she has a clue what’s happened. I’m coming from left field, unannounced and unexpected. She’s not used to real men—of that, I’m certain. It’s about time that she learns alphas aren’t the motherfucking enemy. We’re here to protect and provide for our women, not hurt them or oppress them.”
Torch nods, taking a hefty swig of the smooth amber whiskey and leaves the subject to rest. As he sets his tumbler on the bar, I catch the tattoo of his daughter’s birthday along his wrist. I’d asked about it when he’d had the tattoo done; I was curious why he chose that spot. He’d said it’s a reminder, set in an area he’ll see every time he makes a kill. He wants to remember the day she was born and why he eventually chose to become an Oath Keeper. He’d made the change for her—to offer her a chance at an easier life and to become a better man for her. I respect him a lot for it, too; it’s easy to be selfish. Sometimes doing the right thing can be much more difficult.
The cute new bartender comes to a stop in front of me again, tipping her red head toward the bottle sitting in front of me. “Can I get you anything else, Blaze? Another beer or maybe a shot?”
I meet her hazel gaze, taking in her overly mascaraed lashes and button nose. She blushes as I murmur, “Anything?” I flash a grin, the one that women always seem to fall for. This chick makes it way too easy for me.
She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and smiles, clarifying, “Anything else to drink?”
“Darlin’, you wound me. You offer me anything and then go and pull the panties right out of my reach.”
She giggles at my flirting and Torch groans. He’s heard me say the same thing to every new bartender we come across. Why change it if it works? Women seem to love my personality and easy smile, and when they catch a glimpse of my abs, they love me even more.
“Come on, Mr. Fucking Casanova; my little girl’s about to get out of school, and it’s the perfect time for you to meet this st
ick-up-her-ass principal. She’ll get you out of this mood, that I’m certain.”
Another thing I respect about Torch; he hardly drinks in case his daughter needs him. It must be difficult living the life we’ve chosen, doing the deeds we’re sometimes forced to do and not being buzzed through any of it. There are plenty of nights I’ve begun with dancing on the bar and then wake up the next day not remembering shit. I like to party; what can I say?
“Fine,” I huff, suddenly not looking forward to the impending fight that’s sure to come. I spare one last grin toward the cute bartender as she slides a piece of paper next to my beer and then moves on to help the next customer. With a glance at it, I can’t help but chuckle and send her a wink. It’s her number along with ANYTHING written and underlined. She has no idea what she’s signing up for, but I like it.
“Ridiculous,” Torch drones, watching me stuff the number in my jeans pocket as we leave the bar and hop on our bikes. He could have pussy anytime he wanted if he learned to crack a smile here and there. He’d rather brood and slit throats than fuck a harem of willing chicks; personally, I prefer getting my dick wet.
An easy fifteen-minute ride later, and we’re pulling up at the school. The parking lot’s littered with various cages as parents line up to load in their kids. I could drive a truck occasionally, but driving those damn vans or other cages would make me crazy. We walk our bikes back into a spot, parking next to each other. Torch likes to get off and head up to the building to get his daughter. He always wants a few minutes to ask about her day before the ride home, where the pipes drown out her soft-spoken voice. I feel for the day she finally brings a boy home to meet him. Her daddy will put some sort of fear in the kid—if he doesn’t decide to just filet him on the spot.
He garners my attention, muttering, “She’s the uptight one over there.” He chin-lifts toward the right, and my gaze easily follows, used to his direction.
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