by Nicole Dykes
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
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
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Unraveled
Book 5 of The Monroe Family Series
by Nicole Dykes
Copyright ©2017 by Nicole Dykes
Published by Nicole Dykes
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.
Table of Content
Table of Contents
Table of Content
Prologue
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
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Prologue
Shriller
“H
oly shit!” I grit out as I grip the sheets on my king size bed and inhale sharply at the familiar feeling of a warm mouth wrapped around my rigid cock.
I enjoy the skilled mouth as I slowly open my eyes and look down to realize that it’s not just a very detailed wet dream like I’d initially thought. In fact, there is an actual hot chick working me close to a blissful release with her mouth. Six months ago, who knows who the mystery girl going to town under the sheets would be. But now I smile because I know exactly who this is.
My girlfriend, Tiffany, loves to wake me up this way, and I’m all for it. We’ve been dating since November. It’s now early May, and she recently moved in with me. Great decision as far as I’m concerned, although my nosey ass, but still well-meaning, friends aren’t thrilled about it.
The thing is, Tiffany is only twenty-two and, in their eyes, she’s just a blonde bimbo with nothing else going for her. You’re going to think I’m a shallow asshole, but she’s perfect for me. She’s fucking hot as sin. She’s not begging me to settle down, it was actually my idea for her to move in. She doesn’t beg me for deep, meaningful conversations. She’s just happy fucking and hanging out and rarely misses one of my races.
That’s how you may know me. I’m that Adam Shriller, or Shriller the Thriller, as most people call me. I’ve been racing dirt bikes and motorcycles since I was fifteen and have made a damn fine name for myself in the past fifteen years.
Tiffany gives it her all and it doesn’t take long before I finish. She crawls up my body, making sure to drag the firm tits that the doctor gave her up my bare chest and kisses my jaw.
“Mornin’,” I grin as I look into those pretty blue eyes.
Her bleach blonde hair is perfectly straight and styled. Looks like she’s been up for a bit. “Good morning, Shriller. Jesus, I didn’t think you were ever going to wake up.”
I laugh and pull her closer to my side before I notice the clock. “Oh shit.” I turn to her, smirking, “If you want your turn it’s gonna have to be in the shower, babe. I’ve got a flight to catch.”
She climbs off the bed as I get up to head to the master bathroom. She wraps her arms around me and gives me a quick kiss on the lips, “Nope. This morning was all about you. A little good luck before the race. I’ve got a class I have to get to anyway.”
She leans down and picks up a pair of jean shorts and shimmies them over her hips before grabbing her tank top and slipping it back on, covering all of her assets. Her full lips push out in a pout. “I wish I could go with you.”
I smile over at her. “Next week is finals week and you need to study. There’s no way you are blowing off that shit to go to Phoenix with me. Anyway, it’ll be televised and I’ll be back tomorrow.”
She folds her arms over her ample chest. “And who’s going to keep the skanks away?”
I look over at the clock again. Shit. My manager is definitely shitting his pants right now. If I miss my flight, he’s going to be seriously pissed off. I walk over, still completely naked, and kiss her cheek, “You know you don’t have to worry about that. We’re golden. Now get to class.” I smack her ass and she giggles before slipping out the door and heading down the stairs of my oceanside condo.
I take a quick shower and dress casually in a pair of ripped jeans and a t-shirt before hauling ass to the airport. I’m just staying one night, so I only have a carry-on with me and hop into the town car my manager arranged for me. Truth be told, I fucking hate being driven around. I need control.
When I get to the airport I’m greeted by Richard, my very pissed off manager. I call him “Dick” even though he’s asked me many times to stop. It fits him so much better though. He’s in his mid-forties and is well maintained, like everyone else in California. He hates my nonchalant attitude and I hate the way he’s always on my ass, but we put up with each other. Dick is one hell of a contract negotiator, and I’m one hell of a hot commodity these days.
“Dammit Shriller, why the hell won’t you let me get you a wake-up service? You fought me forever on the car service and look how much easier it’s made your life.”
I grin as we board the plane. “I have an excellent wake-up service, and unless yours comes with an orgasm, I think I’ll stick with mine.”
We take our seats and he growls irritably, but ultimately lets it go, and the rest of the flight is fairly quiet.
After arriving in
Phoenix, we don’t waste any time getting to the track. When we get there, I hear the familiar sounds of the rowdy crowd, anxious for the race to start, as we head down to the pit. As per my contract, I have my own trailer ready and waiting for me. When I go to open the door, I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket.
“The little twit can wait, Shriller,” Dick growls.
I roll my eyes and pull it out my pocket and grin when I see it’s actually my friend Jax and not Tiffany, like my manager had assumed. “I gotta take this. I’ll be right out.”
He glares at me, “Fifteen minutes, Shriller.”
I walk into the trailer, closing the door behind me. “Asshole,” I grumble and then hit the answer button as I drop my bag to the floor, “Well if it isn’t Jackson Garrett! What the fuck’s up man?”
“Where the fuck have you been? Seems like we haven’t talked for fucking ever.” I laugh as I hear Jax’s voice boom over the phone. How to explain who Jax is? I don’t have very much family. Correction, I didn’t have.
My parents gave me up when I was two, and I have no memory of them. My dad’s mom was in my life off-and-on throughout my childhood, but she felt she was too old to take care of me on a full-time basis. Grandma Kay was great though and actually got me into racing. I miss that damn woman. So, I was a foster kid and bounced around until I finally turned eighteen.
I dated Brooke Porter in high school, who also happened to be a foster kid, and when we broke up I thought that would be it. She went to college and I went the racing route, seeing each other occasionally when I was in town. A few years ago, she called me hoping to score tickets to help her connect to a pissed off kid who just lost his parents in a car accident. Brooke is one of the most devoted social workers I have ever met and a far cry from all of the asshole government workers I met during my time in foster care.
That’s when I met Jax, Dylan, and Luke and gained an actual family. Dylan is Luke’s older brother who took custody of his four younger siblings when their parents died. Jax is Dylan’s business partner in a lucrative, soon to be three-shop, custom car and motorcycle business. Who knows how many custom jobs they’ve done for me over the years. It’s more than that though. Now that Brooke and Dylan are happily married, and I have a place at their dinner table and a spot to crash any time I need it.
“Sorry man, been busy. What’s up?”
“Luke and I are thinking about heading out your way this week and finalizing some shit for the new store,” he says as I pull on my bright blue, fireproof jumpsuit covered in all of my sponsors’ logos and prepare for the race.
“Oh yeah, you need a place to stay?”
“Well, if your girl doesn’t mind, we thought we would crash there.”
Tiffany hates Jax, probably rightfully so since most of his jokes are at her expense these days. “Not a problem. I’ll have Keri make up the guest rooms.”
“Don’t go to any trouble. It’ll just be one night. Don’t you have a race or some shit?”
I zip up the jumpsuit, “Aw, I’m touched. You know my schedule.”
He chuckles, “Just don’t die shithead. We’ll be watching.”
“It’s you assholes that need to be fucking careful. I seem to remember rushing to the hospital a couple of months ago and seeing Dylan laid up in a bed.”
We joke about shit that makes us uncomfortable. It’s why Jax, Dylan, and I get along so well. That shit scared the piss out of me though. One of Brooke’s crazy ass clients attacked her and when Dylan stepped in, he got a bullet in his arm. I haven’t been that scared in a long time. Luckily, Dylan is tough as steel and recovered quickly.
“We’re bulletproof man.”
I scoff at that, “Obviously not.”
He laughs again, “Talk to you later.”
“Yeah, just let me know when you’ll be here.”
I hang up and hear a knock on my door. I push it open ready to see my manager and tell him I’ll be out in a fucking minute when I stop and see it’s actually Billy. He’s a nineteen-year-old kid, brand new to the racing circuit, but I’ve grown fond of him. “Hey man. Shouldn’t you be puking in a toilet right about now?”
He flips me off, “Hey asshole. I haven’t done that since my first race six months ago.”
I laugh and let him in, grabbing a bottle of water and offering him one. He declines and I drink mine. “Mistake number one. You should hydrate, that sun is brutal.”
“It’s sweet of you to worry Shriller, but I’m all good.”
I nod and lean against the counter in the kitchen of the trailer. We bullshit for a bit before he heads for the door. I can hear the announcer’s voice booming over the loud speaker and the crowd going wild. It’s time.
Billy puts his hand on the door handle and then briefly turns back to me, “You ever get scared?”
“Fuck no,” I say confidently, even though I’m lying through my teeth.
He laughs and I see the fear and excitement wash over his face. “Yeah, me neither.”
I put a firm hand on his right shoulder. “I’ll see ya out there, kid. Actually, you’ll see me as I zoom by, but same thing, right?”
He easily dismisses me, “Yeah right, Shriller. It’s time to move over, old man. I’m winning this one.”
I laugh at that. Thirty is hardly old, but in the racing community it’s getting up there. “We’ll see.”
He leaves and I ignore the banging on the door and Dick’s voice telling me to get my ass out there as I look in the mirror. I feel a shudder go through my entire body and my palms grow wet as I say a silent prayer. I never feel any fear before a race.
My blood runs cold as I realize that’s not the case this time. This time is different.
Chapter 1
Shriller
F
uck! I wake up in a hospital. My head is pounding, but I know that’s where I am by the smell of antiseptic in the air and the sound of buzzing machines before I even open my eyes.
I can hear Jax’s voice near me. “I think he’s awake.” I open my eyes, groggy from whatever they gave me to knock my ass out. Sure enough, I see Jax’s massive body standing next to my bed, staring at me. “I told you not to die asshole, but I meant don’t wreck at all.”
I crack a small smile and then quickly wince. My lip is split open from meeting the hot pavement of the track. Nice. “Well, at least I’m still alive.”
“Thank God.” I turn my head slowly, since my head is still swimming, and see Brooke standing next to Dylan at the end of my bed.
I move my head further to the left and see Luke and Brooke’s best friend, Alex, standing on that side. “Jesus Christ, are you all here?”
Luke smirks over at me. “Nah. Just us.”
I turn back to Brooke and Dylan, who just became parents about a year ago. “Where is Sylvie?” Then I quickly add, “And Gabby and Michael?” because they still have Dylan’s two youngest siblings in their care.
“Charlotte and Cassie are looking after them,” Brooke answers.
Charlotte is Jax’s girlfriend, who might as well be his wife for how whipped he is and Cassie is the oldest girl of Dylan’s siblings. She’s just about to finish her freshman year of college. “Shit. Cassie has finals coming up. She should be at school.”
Dylan rolls his eyes and dismisses me like I’m a child. “She’s fine, she brought her books with her to study and she isn’t missing any classes. You’re lucky we didn’t bring everyone with us.”
“You guys need to head home. I’m fine.” I think. I feel pressure on my forehead and try to reach up with my right hand to inspect that damage when I realize I can’t. My right arm is stuck in a sling and I groan at the pain. “What the fuck happened?” I ask.
Alex, who I’ve known since high school from my days dating Brooke, stares over at me, “Do you really not remember? Please tell me you don’t have amnesia or some soap opera shit.”
I half chuckle at that, but feel a deep pain in my ribs and stop. Fuck. I’m really messed up this time. Alex is
brazen and doesn’t hold back. She’s one badass chick and, even though we give each other shit, we get along fairly well. “No, I remember.”
Unfortunately.
I wrecked my bike out on the track today. I remember Billy coming up behind me and starting to actually pass me—the little fucker—right before he wiped out, taking me with him. Dammit. “Billy.”
Her face turns grim and Luke nods his head. “Yeah. He took the corner too sharply. At least that’s what they said on the TV. You didn’t have a chance to swerve to miss him, although you tried.”
I take in the information. “Shit. Is he alright? Is he in the next room or something?” I joke, but no one is laughing. An eerie chill comes over me and I turn to Alex, “Alex? You’re always straight with me. Where is he?”
She bites her lower lip like she’s debating on telling me what I’m afraid I already know, “He didn’t make it.”
“That’s bullshit,” I say dismissing her statement. “I was talking to him at the track when they were loading us into the ambulance. He was laughing and joking around.”
I turn when I hear Jax talking on the other side of me, “He had internal injuries, man. There was nothing they could do.”
This can’t be happening. I punch the shitty hospital mattress with my left fist. At least my left arm is good. “He was nineteen fucking years old. Just a kid and you’re telling me that he’s dead?”
“I’m sorry, man,” Jax’s face is stone. The man is a brick wall when there is emotion near him.
I turn to Brooke and Dylan, “You guys should go. You’ve got kids. How did you get here so fast anyway?”
“Jax and I were watching when it happened. As soon as we heard the announcer say it was bad and you were heading to the hospital, we hopped on a plane. You were in surgery for a while.”
I crinkle my brow, which is a mistake because I’m guessing I have fresh stitches in my forehead. “How much damage did I do this time?” I’m no stranger to a broken bone here and there.
Dylan looks out into the hallway, “They didn’t tell us much. I’m going to go get your doctor.”