Breed

by K. J. Dahlen

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  Breed, Tennessee Breeds #1

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  #1 Breed… President Of Rebel’s Blood MC

  ORIGINAL PLOT OUTLINE

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

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  #1 Breed… President Of Rebel’s Blood MC

  #2 Greer… VP

  #3 Maverick… Enforcer

  #4 Crow… IT

  #5 Brick… Lieutenant

  #6 Cowboy… Medic

  ORIGINAL PLOT OUTLINE

  Breed- When Breed finds a woman floating on the river unconscious, he pulled her in and takes her home with him. When she comes around, she’s afraid of them for a good reason. She’s being hunted by an MC from Alabama- Her name is Kizzy Williams and an MC from Alabama kidnapped her for money. Her grandfather is a huge businessman in Georgia. Brian Williams.

  The Alabama MC is called, Hade’s Messengers.

  Kizzy doesn’t know how much she wants them to know about her. While her grandfather might not care where she is or who she’s with, she never once thought her kidnapping would make a difference to him. She had moved out of his house a long time ago but he always called her to be his hostess at parties and such. But she ended up being his servant most of the time. He felt she owed him for taking care of her after her parents died.

  But she did know if the MC found out her grandfather wouldn’t pay they would kill her. After all, they had absolutely no reason to keep her alive. But she wasn’t sure what this MC would do to her.

  She did know that she needed to find a way back home without getting caught by the Hade’s group.

  She has a feeling her cousin, Joey Bassette put the MC up to this. Joey knows what their grandfather is like. He plays the old man all the time. Most of the time it’s for money, as Joey felt the old man owed him. When the old man’s wife left him, she had two kids, Joey’s mom and her dad.

  He ignored his own children and their children until Kizzy was fourteen and her parents died in a car crash. As he was her grandfather, she went to live with him but the old man was cold to her. Then Joey came around and it was even worse. Joey was mean to her and that never stopped.

  Now this…

  But Breed knows the leader of the Hade’s Messengers- Their leader is Blade. He was cruel and a real bastard. He’s also Breed half brother. Their common parent is their father. He slept with Breed’s mom then left them both before he was even born. He was leader of the Messengers back before Jericho was born. The boys are about the same age but Blade was born from his wife while Breed was a result of his lust. Breed’s mother raised him but Blade always knew about him and he’s always known about Blade.

  They never met even at their father’s funeral, instead Breed went days later, and spit on his father’s grave. Then he marked his father’s headstone with a Cherokee curse. That was twelve years ago

  So the link this girl had with his half brother disturbed him.

  Dad- Jerad Macken, Street name. Repo. Leader of the Messengers back in his day. A cruel man who only took and never gave back. While on a road trip, he saw Breed’s mom, Whisper Moon and he just took her. It didn’t matter to him whether she said no or not. When she ended up pregnant, Jerad didn’t care or want the kid and he sure didn’t want her. He already had a woman in his club and she got pregnant soon after. Her name was Jessie. They named their son Aaron and later on, nicknamed him Blade. He likes knives.

  Repo died twelve years ago and Blade was voted in.

  Breed knew when his father died but didn’t come to the funeral but he did go days later. That was when he defaced his headstone with the curse.

  Now he’s got Kizzy and she’s in trouble. If Blade even thinks she’s here, he knows his brother will attack his MC. He has no choice but to warn his men. His men were willing to go to war against the Messengers. They were not a good MC and everyone in the area hated them for what they were doing.

  Chapter One

  They called him Breed but it was a sign of respect, not disrespect. The name his mama gave him when he was born was Jericho Moon and he led the Rebel’s Blood MC. They were a group of misfits that had come together to form a family of sorts. They lived on the top of Tarron’s Ridge for a reason.

  Tarron’s Ridge was the in the foothills of the Appalachian mountains, somewhat near the town of Chattooga, Tennessee. Tarron’s Ridge also overlooked the Tennessee River and the place where Jericho grew up. He’d grown up as part of a small tribe of Cherokee living in the mountains and while his mother was a full blooded Cherokee, Jericho wasn’t. But he was so much more than just his father’s bastard son. People looked up to him as the President of the Rebel’s Blood MC, not out of fear but out of respect. He protected his people and everyone else that lived on Tarron’s Ridge.

  Today, he and some of the others in the MC were out looking for an intruder to their home. They had noticed signs of someone unfamiliar on the Ridge and Breed knew where there were signs, there was usually trouble. His men and family were tight knit and their lives were hard enough without someone else making trouble for them. Whoever the intruder was, they were making themselves a pest and leaving potential problems for those who lived here.

  He was traveling close to the river looking for signs of anything that shouldn’t be there when something caught his eyes. It was a small dingy caught in the river shallows. It bumped and swayed with the current of the water. Breed stopped his bike and walked over to where it was caught. Looking down into the ravine where the boat was caught in the underscrub, he could see that it seemed to be intact.

  Breed was a big man, he stood six foot five in his stocking feet. His boots gave him another inch or so and he was close to three hundred pounds of pure muscle. His long black hair was caught in a ponytail, hanging half way down his back, and his bright green eyes, the only thing he got from his father, were squinting in the full daylight’s sun rays.

  Looking down into the dingy, he saw a woman. She was tall and slim with short blonde hair. The tips of her hair were dyed lime green and Breed just shook his head. What bothered him was she was covered in bruises and didn’t seem to be conscious at the moment. Her skin looked sunburnt and her lips were dry and cracked, as if she hadn’t had any water for some time.

  Not that he blamed her, the water she was caught in was nasty, and green with scum it didn’t look drinkable. But there was nothing in the dingy with her, so she hadn’t prepared very well for her adventure or rather misadventure, he concluded.

  Breed knew he couldn’t leave her here, so he gathered her up in his arms and carried her back up to the road. He called his VP and told him he had a passenger but he would need a truck to haul her back home. While he waited, he studied her again.

  Her skin although bruised seemed to be clear and smooth. She was a beautiful woman and it appeared she had money but if that was true why was she floating the river in a small dingy? Her clothes were jeans and a tank top. The material was good quality, certainly better than anything he’d ever owned
. She wasn’t wearing shoes of any kind which he found odd and her wrists were rubbed raw, almost as if a rope had been around her them at one time.

  Breed couldn’t help but wonder why she was in the dingy in the first place and who beat her and was that why was she so bruised up. Where had she come from? Why was she here?

  When Greer, his VP pulled up in an older truck he stopped and a cloud of dust flew around the vehicle. Greer opened the door and got out. He frowned when he saw what Breed was holding in his arms. “What the fuck?” he asked. “What you got there, boss?”

  Breed looked at his VP and drawled, “It’s called a woman Greer.”

  Greer shook his head. “Oh haha, funny joke there boss. I know what a woman is, you prick. Where did you find her? And why is she all beat to hell?”

  “No freakin’ clue,” Breed grumbled. “I found her in a dingy, caught in the underbrush.”

  Greer checked her over again and noted the sunburnt skin and the dry lips. “Wonder how long she’s been there?”

  “Sorta why I called you,” Breed told him. “We need to get her back to the compound for Cowboy to look at. Then after she answers some questions, we’ll all know more about her won’t we?”

  Greer rolled his eyes. “Just get in the truck while I load your bike,” he muttered.

  Breed shook his head and walked over to the truck. He got into the vehicle with her still in his arms. While he settled her in the seat on his lap, he watched as Greer loaded his ride. On the way back to the compound, he studied her face again.

  The bruises looked to be a couple of days old already and were starting to fade. He couldn’t wait to see what color her eyes were and ask her about what happened to her. He saw dried blood inside the collar of her tank top and he moved the material to one side to check it out.

  What he saw there had him sucking in a breath and it turned his quizzical feeling into rage. Someone had carved a symbol into her skin that he knew all too well. The blood around where the blade had sliced her alabaster skin was congealed and dried so he knew the brand had been put at least three days ago.

  Now he felt even more curious about her. How did she know the President of the Hade’s Messengers MC? They were over two hours away by land but from the amount of sunburn on her face and body, she’d been in that dingy for days.

  While it was true the river came from Decatur all the way to Tarron’s Ridge, it must have taken her days to get this far by water. Especially, if she had to depend on the water flow of the river rather than a motor or a sail. By vehicle, it was well over a two hour trip between their compounds. Breed couldn’t imagine Blade, the President of the Hade’s Messengers coming here. Breed himself would never step foot in Alabama again. He had nothing there, he never had. He took one trip there years ago and would never go back for any reason.

  Breed was thirty eight years old and felt too old to change his habits now. His one and only trip to Alabama had been to spit on his father grave and to leave a Cherokee curse on his final resting place. He didn’t want the man responsible for his birth to rest in anything but the hell he left back here on earth.

  His father, Jared Macken had ridden through here almost forty years ago. He’d seen Breed’s mom in the town garden and taken her without even asking, then ridden away without a care in the world. His mom Marah, never told anyone what happened until she began to show. She kept her head up throughout his whole life. She told him how he came to be but she also told him Breed was her finest legacy, to the tribe and to the world.

  She told him Jared knew about him but that he wouldn’t claim him… ever. He had a wife back home and he also had a half brother. Breed hadn’t cared one way or the other until the day Jared returned. He said he wanted to see his bastard son. Breed had only been fourteen at the time but he’d actually been full grown at six foot five. He hadn’t filled out yet and Jared had sneered at him calling him a freak. Then Jared raised his hand to strike his mother, Breed had grabbed his hand and held it in place. Jared tried to break his hold but Breed wouldn’t allow it. He’d be damned if Jared would strike his mother and his rage held the other man tightly.

  Jared finally was able to pull free but he knew he couldn’t get close to Marah. He sneered and told her one day, he would come back to settle the score with her, someday when Jericho (Breed) wasn’t around to protect her. Then the older man had shut his mouth as several men came out of nowhere to stand around her. They crossed their arms over their chests and glared at him. Then his uncle Jack stepped forward and told him in no uncertain terms that if he did return, he would never see home again and that the cops would never find his body either.

  Jared left that day and until the day he died, no one on Tarron’s Ridge had ever seen him again. When his mother told him Jared had died, Breed told her he was glad. That he didn’t deserve to breathe fresh air after what he’d done. Four days later, Breed had taken his one and only trip to Alabama to spit on his father’s grave. He also put a curse on his headstone.

  Two months later, he got a call from his half brother and he was furious. He blamed Breed for desecrating his father’s grave. Breed told him to go to hell. He told him that Jared had earned that curse and even if they replaced the headstone, the curse would follow him into the afterlife. Once given, the curse stayed with its victim and if they removed the headstone the curse would be passed on to whoever touched the headstone.

  Breed knew his half brother was superstitious enough to believe in the curse. He could hear it in his voice. Breed believed in the curse as well but not for the same reason.

  Chapter Two

  Breed looked down at the woman in his arms and knew who had given this woman the bruises and he needed to figure out why.

  When they pulled into the compound parking lot, Greer had barely stopped the truck before Breed was on the ground and on his way to the clubhouse with the woman still in his arms. He kicked to door open and marched inside.

  Several of the brothers were sitting there playing cards and they jumped when he barged in.

  He spotted Cowboy sitting alone, drinking coffee and he bellowed at him, “Cowboy, I need you in your office, like now.”

  Cowboy got up and followed him down the hall.

  When Breed pushed the door open and went over to the bed with the woman still in his arms, he laid her carefully one the bed.

  Cowboy nudged him out of the way and assessed the damage. “Hell Breed, what happened to her?”

  “I think she escaped something bad and been on the fucking river for days without food or drinking water. I found her in the underbrush in a small dingy.” Shaking his head he said, “I don’t know if it was her idea or if someone else just pushed her out there, hoping to kill her. Either way, it wasn’t a good decision for her.”

  “Ok, let me see what we got here then,” Cowboy mumbled as he grabbed his scissors to cut her clothing away.

  “Can’t you just undress her?” Breed asked. “She might want her own clothes to wear when she wakes up.”

  Cowboy paused and raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you staying?”

  “Yeah, I’m staying. I have a particular interest in this one,” Breed grumbled. When Cowboy paused, Breed ordered, “Just get on with it.”

  Cowboy didn’t say anything. Instead, he began peeling her clothing off. He took off her tank top.

  Both men just stared at the black bruise on her abdomen. Just below her breasts, it appeared as if someone had stomped on her. The mark resembled the bottom of a man’s boot.

  That mark along with the dried blood on her shoulder and the bruises on her face infuriated Breed. He stood there frowning and his hands were curled into fists. His green eyes were cold as he glared at the top of the boot print on her skin. He knew of only one thing that could make that kind of mark. A fucking steel tip. And he knew of only one man that wore decorated steel tip on his boots.

  His eyes shifted to her breasts. They were full and firm and enclosed in a satin bra. Overall, she was a pleasant surprise. She
was slender and had a great figure. Her belly was taut, and her hips flared out just right. Her legs were long and slender.

  When Cowboy pulled her jeans down and removed them, they found another bruise on her upper thigh that resembled the bruise on her abdomen. Cowboy then went to get a basin of warm water and began bathing the sweat and grim off her body.

  Breed growled at seeing his hands on her skin.

  Cowboy paused then handed him the cloth.

  As Breed gently bathed her, he scoured his eyes over her body. When he got to her shoulder, he soaked the blood on her wound for a moment, as he didn’t want to hurt her any more than she was hurt already.

  “What the absolute fuck is that?” Cowboy growled when he saw the mark when the blood had been soaked and wiped away.

  “That is a brand,” Breed told him while wearing a sneer on his lips.

  “You know it?” Cowboy asked him.

  “Yeah, I fucking know it.” Breed growled. “It’s the mark of the Hade’s Messenger MC leader. That fucking bastard.”

  “Hade’s Messengers huh?” Cowboy snorted, shaking his head. “It figures.” He paused and looked at the girl on the bed again. “What the hell did Blade want with her? She’s not his usual slutty type.”

  “I have no fucking clue but he ain’t getting this one back.” Breed scowled. “Why isn’t she awake yet?”

  “She needs fluid. She’s severely dehydrated.”

  “Can you help her?” Breed wanted to know.

  “I can do an IV.”

  “Well, don’t just stand there, do it. We need her awake and talking.” Breed growled. ‘And at least put a shirt on her.”

  Cowboy snapped his head around to stare at the other man for a moment then grumbled under his breath, “Yes, boss.”

  Breed moved back to the wall and leaning against it, he watched carefully everything Cowboy was doing but mostly he watched her. He didn’t even know her name but he couldn’t take his eyes off her.