Salvation in Chaos (CKMC Book 1)

by Linny Lawless

  “Stop right there,” Sid smirked at me, along with Rusty, “right on time Chaos.”

  I stopped about ten feet from both of them. “Twenty- five is in the bag. Where’s Sam?”

  Sid pulled the gun from his cut and aimed it at me. I’m guessing it was supposed to scare me. “She’s not here. But she’s still in one piece. Change of plans though. You leave the bag with us and scoot on back to your clubhouse. I’ll deliver her to you there in two hours.”

  Rusty started up with a low fuckin’ chuckle.

  “Now, drop the bag, and walk backward out the door.”

  I did just that, watching Sid and the gun still pointed at me.

  “Now turn around. Leave Chaos.”

  As I walked out the door, shit came out of Rusty’s mouth. Again.

  “Don’t worry, Asshole. Your whore is still in one piece. But the Hounds are pullin’ a nice long train on the bitch before you get her back.”

  I got in my truck and went way above the speed limit back to the clubhouse. I had to get there before the Hounds found out Sam was gone, and I wouldn’t be able to breathe until I saw her.

  The sight of Tanya’s car made me realize I was holding my breath when I exhaled. Relief. Once out of my truck, I stomped to the entrance. My eyes scanned to see all my brothers, but not Sam. Not Tanya. My eyes turned back to one cut that stood out from all the rest. My mind suddenly registered, and I recognized the cut – Hell Hound. Then the face – the dark-haired Hound who called himself Skully. The one I gave the message to.

  Time stopped. And now slow motion. All I saw was Hell Hound. All the pent-up rage exploded out of me. My legs moved. I roared while charging at him. I was quick enough. My left forearm smashed up into his throat. I pushed him up against the wall a few feet from where he was standing. He grabbed the front of my cut and slammed his eyes shut to the hard blow against him.

  “If you fuckin’ touched her, you’re dead!” I growled, jaw clenched, eyes wide.

  He opened his eyes. He had the same crazed look, “I didn’t fuckin’ touch her!” He shoved me back, even with my forearm planted against his neck.

  “Stop, Ratchet!” Tanya’s voice from behind me. I felt her hand on my shoulder, “Skully got her out. He brought her to my place.”

  I dropped my forearm from his neck. He let go of my cut, breathing hard and grasping his throat, coughing, bending over. I turned around to Tanya and pulled her to me. She hugged me back tight.

  “Tanya,” I pulled her back to look at her. She had tears in her eyes, but she was smiling. “Where’s, Sam?”

  “She’s in the bedroom. She’s ok, Ratchet. Go to her.”

  I couldn’t release Tanya fast enough. I ran down the hall to the bedroom. The bedroom we shared. When I opened the door, Sam was only two steps away. Then her body crashed into mine.

  “My little rabbit… My brave, beautiful Samantha…”

  She wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Her small body shook, and she sobbed.

  I pulled her from me to look at her. Lines of tears ran down her cheeks. But she was smiling. She was smiling up at me. Her eyes. Her lips. No bruises.

  “Are you ok? Did they hurt you? How did you get away?”

  “I’m ok, Ratchet. Skully helped me. I don’t know why, but he did. Sid is planning to sell me to some Russian men.”

  “I love you, Sam. I loved you the minute I saw you that first time. You’re the real thing, Sam. The shit that’s happened to you, things you’ve done before you came into my life, is the past. You’re a survivor. Not a victim. You’re free from your Hell now. You can live your life. Set your own destiny. But I need you in my life. Ride with me. Be my ol’ lady.”

  More tears sprung from her eyes. The smile left her face. Her lips became a straight line. She shut her eyes tight and then opened them again, “I love you too, James. We were destined to find each other. Yes, I will be your ol’ lady.” She pressed herself back against me again, and I held her.

  Our lips smashed into each other. My hands roamed down her back. She was wearing only a t-shirt which she must have found in the room. Her body was so soft and warm.

  “You’re mine, Samantha. And I’m giving you all of me.”

  I seized both her thighs and wrapped them around me. I invaded her mouth again and carried her to the bed. I laid her down and leaned over her. My big hands kneaded her softness.

  Her lips pulled away from me. “Don’t ever stop touching me, James,” she breathed out against my ear.

  “Get used to it, Sam. I’m never going to stop.”

  I couldn’t wait another second. I had to be deep inside her. Claim her as mine. My hand snaked up under her t-shirt. I seized the side of her thong and tugged hard. It snapped. I ripped it away. She moaned and panted as I undid my jeans. The next second I plunged my hard cock deep inside her warm soaked pussy. She cried out.

  “Is this what you need, Little Rabbit?” I growled back in her ear, grinding my hips into her. I was rough, but I couldn’t hold back.

  “Yes, James! You give yourself to me oh so good!” she cried out.

  I suddenly exploded deep inside her. I roared, feeling her soft wet walls wrap around my pulsing shaft.

  The sound of pipes thundered through the walls of the room.

  “That’s them. Stay here.”

  I pulled out of her, pulling up my jeans.

  “I’m sending Tanya back here with you.”

  I turned toward the door. She was a step behind me and grabbed my arm, “James, I’m scared!”

  “It’s ok. You’re my ol’ lady now. Nothing to ever be scared of ever again.”

  I pulled her back to me, leaned down and devoured her mouth. My tongue collided with hers and my rough hands cupped the cheeks of her soft ass. I pressed my hips and ground against her soft little body. She made that sexy low moan into my mouth. My empty cock jumped again.

  I didn’t want to, but I released her, “Now stay here with Tanya. I’ll be back.”

  I headed out of the room and got to Tanya. Told her to go to the bedroom and stay with Sam. She didn’t question me or hesitate. She heard the bikes too. By the time she shut the bedroom door, the Hounds were outside.

  I walked outside, my tribe following close behind. Sid, Rusty, and five other Hell Hounds, with their bikes still running. My Chaos brothers stood alongside each other.

  “Bring that gimp mother-fucker out here fuckin’ now!” Sid barked out above the loud rumble of pipes.

  Rocky took a few steps forward, “Not happenin’. You gonna gun us all down? Have every county cop here in 10 minutes? Cuz that’s the only way you’re getting past us to get to him. You’re on Chaos territory. Get your pathetic one percenter asses off the property.”

  Sid’s bike was still running, but he got off, letting go of the bars. The kickstand wasn’t down, and it crashed hard onto the asphalt as he came charging toward us. I collided with him. I grabbed him around the waist, picked him up off the ground and threw him down onto the asphalt, me landing on top of him. His breath was knocked out of him when his back hit the asphalt. I was up on my knees and braced myself above him. My fists came smashing down on his face. Left, right, then left again. Blood spurted from his mouth, his nose. His head was turning side to side against the hard blows my knuckles were giving him. I fisted the front of his cut and brought him up to my face.

  “You think you’re a man cause you beat on women?”

  I let go and smashed my left fist into his face again. Again. And again.

  “You’re dead! Dead to Sam! Dead to Me! Dead to Chaos!” I emphasized with each pummel to his face. I couldn’t stop. My left arm was held back suddenly. And I stopped.

  “I think you got your point across brother.” It was Gunner. My brother.

  I let go of Sid, his face bloodied, nose broken and got off him. He didn’t move but then began to chuckle, his mouth full of blood.

  I walked back with Gunner into the clubhouse. I looked down at my raw knuckles. Scraped, bleeding.
I heard the pipes roar back up. The Hounds twisted their throttles again, and then the sound faded away as they left.

  Sam

  Ratchet took me home that night, his place. He carried me to his room and helped me take off the t-shirt, and the jeans Skully tore into shorts. He shed his clothes too, and we laid in his bed together. He wrapped his powerful arms around me and pressed his huge body against my back, keeping me safe as I slept. I didn’t dream of drowning anymore. I dreamt of puppies and kittens.

  I slowly woke up to slippery warm softness gliding up and down between my slit. My silky lips were spread open and the same slippery softness was discovered, and he fondled my already swollen clit. It was sucked on softly, then flicked repeatedly. My hips began to move on their own, wiggling against that softness. My back arched, and I opened my eyes. His sensual mouth tormented my clit with so much ecstasy I cried out.

  “Oh, James. Your mouth. Your tongue. It feels so good.”

  I heard the vibration of his low moan on my pussy, and I cried out again.

  “You taste so sweet, Sam… I don’t ever want to stop tasting you, pleasing you. Fucking you, and making love to you.”

  His finger slid into my wet hole as his tongue continued to fondle my clit making little circles over it faster and faster.

  My hips rose up of the bed again to his mouth and delicious thrusting finger. My body suddenly exploded in orgasmic pleasure, and I cried out, my walls clenching him.

  “Oh, James! I need you now. I need you deep inside me!”

  “Yes, Sam. Gonna give you what you need right now.”

  His huge body moved up and over me. His engorged shaft filled me suddenly. He groaned, his hips pinned me beneath him. He gyrated and ground, his breathing shaky. He stretched me and buried himself deep. I cried out as he withdrew and thrust all the way back inside.

  “You feel so goddam good, Sam. I can’t hold back. I’m gonna fill you up… Right fuckin’ now!”

  I cried out as he exploded and filled me up deep inside. I felt him pulsate inside of me with his last drop. He collapsed on me, both of us panting, with a sheen of sweat covering us.

  “I love you, Samantha,” he whispered next to my ear a few moments later.

  “I love you, James.”

  James took me to the bookstore a few days later. Kat was in tears and sobbing as she hugged me tightly.

  “I’m so sorry, Sam! I should have done something!”

  I pulled out of her tight hug, “You did do something, Kat. You helped save me. You called Ratchet. James.”

  She smiled at me and pulled me in again for another tight hug. And I cried with her.

  I still had my job, so all was good with that. James suggested, and I told Kat she was invited to come over to our place sometime for dinner and to join us at the Chaos clubhouse the next time we have a party. I would introduce her to some caveman bikers. They looked intimidating and scary on the outside but can be tame teddy bears around the females. She blushed and told me she would take me up on the offer soon.

  James got word from among other clubs and bikers in the county that Sid wouldn’t be able ever to walk again. Knuck found out about the deal he made to sell me to the Russians, plus extorting the twenty-five thousand from James, and saw Sid’s broken nose and busted teeth that I gave him.

  “That worthless piece of shit VP of a one percenter club got a little too greedy. Knuck was pissed beyond belief. But he wasn’t gonna go toe to toe with the Russians. So, he let them have Sid.”

  James shook his head telling me this as we sat at the table eating eggs, sausage, and toast he made for breakfast.

  “When the Russians discovered that morning you weren’t there for delivery; they beat the shit out of Sid. To the point where he almost died. Unfortunately, he lived, but he’ll be shacked up at Stayford Hospital in a body cast.”

  Rusty and the other Hounds were searching for Skully. James still didn’t like him and wouldn’t have cared if Chaos handed him back over. But he did help get me out. He left the clubhouse once the sound of the Hounds’ pipes could no longer be heard. He left on his bike, and we hadn’t heard anything of him since. He was on the run. I figured he might have split town.

  I played with my scrambled eggs with my fork; my mind consumed with images of Sid. Bruised, beaten, bones were broken, and his body encased in a plaster cast in a hospital bed. Those were images I could save and pull up for those times when we got swallowed up and rode that anxiety roller coaster.

  James reached and brought my chin up with his forefinger and tapped it lightly to bring my eyes up to his. The side of his mouth lifted into a crooked smile, “Nice images, huh Little Rabbit?”

  His eyes were the color of brandy. Looking at me made my heart beat faster.

  “Yes, but I much rather have images of my ol’ man fucking me so good he makes me walk funny afterward.”

  His eyebrows lifted in surprise. Yes, I said that. He reached over, grabbed the seat of my chair and dragged me over to him.

  “Come here, my little rabbit. We’re done with breakfast. Now it’s time to make you walk funny as you requested. For the rest of the day…”

  I reached up to rub my nose when something soft tickled it. I felt it again. I scrunched my nose. I was in between that fogginess of sleep and wakefulness. A soft, high-pitched purr came to my sense of hearing. I opened my eyes to see a pair of eyes, cat eyes looking at me. My blurry vision focused on a little white kitten. Its tiny paw touched my nose and mewed. I sat up suddenly. James was standing beside the bed with a half smirk on his face.

  “I never had any pets growin’ up as a kid. I liked Nomad. He was a loner, but he liked to rub up on me. And you too. I went to the local shelter this morning. They had a bunch of these little cats in a cardboard box. So, I picked this one.”

  I picked up the tiny little soft furry thing. It mewed at me and batted and pawed at strands of my long dark hair.

  “They’re called kittens, James.”

  I had an adorable image of my big lumbering ol’ man picking up kittens out of the box.

  “I got it some things like food and toys and a litter box? That’s what the clerk at the pet shop told me I needed. And need to take it to a vet for a check-up and shots. Or something like that.”

  I raised the kitten up to check the sex.

  “And this kitten is a female.”

  I brought her back down to cradle her in my arms. Her fur was so soft and white. And the cutest thing I had ever seen.

  “So, what do you want to call her?”

  James tilted his head, watching me cuddle her.

  “Gypsy. Can we call her Gypsy?”

  James’ mouth lifted into a full-blown grin.

  “Yeah, Sam. Let’s call her Gypsy.”

  THE END

  Acknowledgements

  To my Mother and Sisters, Rie, Debbie and Darice – Thank you for being so supportive and loving me no matter what.

  To Norman – Thank you for teaching me the biker lingo and supporting me on my journey as a romance writer. Because of you, I know what Shovelheads, Panheads, Knuckleheads and Flatheads are.

  To Jeanette George – Thank you for being my pep-rally when I started writing this book. You helped me with an awesome book blurb! Thank you for listening to me vent over the years. Even though living in separate states, you are one of the true friends I’ve ever had. Never forget our fangirl love for Anne Rice and our trip to New Orleans together.

  To Tonyna at Primrose Passage – Thank you for all your help and expertise in the indie author world. You ROCK!

  To Jeanna Bini – Thank you for all your expertise as my critique partner. When I started writing, I hit a wall and didn’t know where I was going with the story. And now my skills as a writer are getting better because of you.

  Shari Slade – Thank you for your awesome-sauce Book Babe Boot Camp! I learned so much about marketing, and branding. You are an inspiration to all the book babe indie authors out there like me.