Death Dwellers Motorcycle Club:: Fifteen Bad Boy Biker Books

by Kathryn C. Kelly

  Clenching his jaw, he turned on his heel, but her husky voice halted him. “I have luggage I need you to carry.”

  “Get ‘em your fuckin’ self—”

  “Asshole!” she hissed. “Don’t turn away from me.”

  Christopher balled his hands into fists and squeezed his eyes shut, sucking in air through his nose and repeating Megan’s name under his breath. Megan liked this cunt. She’d be pissed if Christopher killed her.

  Kendall stomped her foot. “I’m pregnant, too, Christopher. I can’t carry all of this.”

  How the fuck was that his problem? “Bring that shit your-fuckin-self or fuckin’ leave them, Kendall. Either way, we need to get the fuck outta here. I ain’t likin’ the vibes I’m gettin’, so we gotta go.”

  Kendall rolled her eyes. “Mr. Dramatic,” she sneered and sat the fuck back down. “I’m not fucking leaving without my luggage and I’m not fucking carrying them.” She tossed her shoulder-length hair and squinted at him. “So now what?”

  “Now, I leave your motherfuckin’ ass.”

  “You wouldn’t dare.”

  “Kendall, I fuckin’ swear you pushin’ your fuckin’ luck.”

  The door opened again and Christopher cursed, a sudden chill sweeping over him, his internal alarms blasting through him. He glanced at the frown on the receptionist’s brow. No doubt she was trying to decide the ins and outs of this situation.

  Christopher saw her indecision and that shit got motherfuckers killed. Instead of listening to instinct, fuckers hesitated and that was it. The other woman was licking her lips. She was older, a little more guarded with her trust. Slow panic settled into her eyes and she swallowed.

  Casually looking over his shoulder, Christopher saw the shaggy motherfucker standing behind him, as out of place as Christopher. This asshole had been sent for Kendall. His amber gaze lasered on her luggage, although he couldn’t see her yet. At the moment, Christopher was blocking the other asshole’s view of her.

  Mere moments ticked by while Christopher assessed his options, a small space of time that meant the difference between life and death. Christopher might’ve hated Kendall’s guts but she was Johnnie’s, which meant she was his responsibility, too.

  Hoping she remained calm, he placed a finger over his lips, telling her to shut the fuck up.

  Kendall’s voice broke the tense silence. “I’m not a dog to order about.”

  Christopher rolled his eyes, grabbing her and shoving her to the floor as gunfire erupted. He kicked out, knocking the fucker off his feet, drowning out the screams of the women around him.

  Slamming his fist into the man’s face, he grunted at the spray of blood and the crunch of bone. Asshole’s eyes rolled back in his head, but he gave him one, final blow to the throat, crushing his windpipe.

  Breathing hard, he got to his feet. Kendall was trembling like fuck, but he’d see to her in a minute. “You’ve been shot,” the young brunette behind the desk squeaked, barreling into him and sobbing. “You saved our lives.”

  He pushed her away and guided her to a seat. “Ain’t nothin’ but a thing.” He looked at the other woman who’d stepped out of her office. “You called the cops?”

  “M-murders d-don’t h-happen here.”

  “First fuckin’ time for every-fuckin-thing, babe. Get this young bitch some water.” He pulled Kendall by her arm and threw over his shoulder, “Lemme use your fuckin’ office,” already heading to it.

  The woman nodded vigorously. Glad to see a couch, he walked to it and sat down, surprised as fuck when she scrambled onto his lap. For a moment, he allowed Kendall to sob against him.

  “Kendall, you havin’ a fuckin’ baby—” The words galled the fuck out of him, but she fuckin’ was. Even if she wasn’t didn’t mean Megan would be any less at risk being pregnant again. “Calm down. Okay?”

  “He was going to kill me,” she cried.

  “As long as you associatin’ with us, motherfuckers gonna go for you girls fuckin’ first. That’s why you gotta fuckin’ listen and stop bein’ such a stubborn fuckin’ cunt about shit.”

  She hugged him tighter, her tits pressing into his chest, her ass wiggling against his cock. She smelled good but his dick didn’t even twitch. He sighed.

  “I swear, Kendall, you need to back the fuck off my lap.”

  “I’m scared and I need comfort,” she got out. “That’s the least you could do.”

  “No,” he gritted through clenched teeth. “The least I could fuckin’ do is just what the fuck I did. Saved your fuckin’ life. The most I can do is what the fuck I’m doin’ now. Havin’ you on my fuckin’ lap without shovin’ you the fuck off.”

  Whimpering, she trembled a little more.

  “All right, this fuckin’ e-fuckin-nuff. Get the fuck up.” When she didn’t move, he plopped her next to him and she fell over, dissolving into a heap of tears.

  “If roles were reversed, Johnnie would be hugging Megan and comforting her,” she sobbed, reaching for him.

  No fucking shit. “Do I look like fuckin’ Johnnie to you?”

  “Why can’t you do the same for me?” she wailed, determined to get back in his lap.

  He growled and got to his feet, moving out of the vicinity of her claws. “First? I love my fuckin’ wife and I only comfort her like that. Second? I can’t stand your fuckin’ ass. Whether it’s fuckin’ right or not, every-fuckin-time I look at your miserable ass, I see Megan beaten half to death. I see her with those fuckin’ paddles bein’ shocked the fuck back to life. I see her standin’ over my son’s coffin. I ain’t ever gonna like you. Fuckin’ sue me. Spit the fuck in my face. I don’t really give a fuck.”

  “Then you should’ve let him kill me. But you couldn’t face Johnnie, knowing you’d let me die. You’re heartless and cruel. In case you forgot, I lost my baby, too. I was brutalized and I’m still a target.”

  Christopher rubbed his shoulder, wondering if Kendall missed the danger to the others, too. Megan was a target. Zoann was a target. Bailey was a hostage.

  He studied Kendall. Like Megan, Bailey, and Zoann, Kendall was fucking gorgeous. He’d give her that. All that red hair and those big, brown eyes set in a lovely face with creamy skin and fine bone structure. Didn’t take away the fact that she was a first-class cunt.

  He gazed at Kendall’s lips, thinking how great a pleasure it would be to sew them the fuck up so he’d never have to listen to her bullshit again. She flushed, glancing away. Just like that, it hit him. Her entire fucking problem.

  Fuck him, but this shit wasn’t real. Just in case it was…“I ain’t fuckin’ you, Kendall. Ever. I ain’t sure what’s in that psycho fuckin’ head of yours, but get my fuckin’ dick the fuck out of it.”

  “Why? Johnnie and Meggie had something. He’s made me miserable because of it. He won’t even set a wedding date. Because of your wife.”

  “Who fuckin’ call you every-fuckin-day as your fuckin’ friend. Now, you trying to gimme pussy. What kinda fuckin’ shit is this? Don’t you think this shit complicated e-fuckin-nuff?”

  Her lower lip trembled. “He doesn’t want me. He sent you to get me.”

  “I ain’t wantin’ you, either, and we tryin’ to get every-fuckin-body back to the compound safe. I was the only one who could get you.”

  “So it’s true!” she sniffled. “He doesn’t want me.”

  How the fuck had she gotten that shit out of what he’d said?

  Christopher scowled at her. “Your ass all kindsa fucked up, Kendall. Lemme put this shit in terms you might finally fuckin’ understand. Let’s get the dick stand you gave me out the fuckin’ way. Pussy grind equal dick stand. It don’t mean I wanted to fuck your ass. I ain’t ever gonna wanna fuck you. Hear me?” His fucking shoulder was starting to burn. “Understand shit now?”

  She gave him a sour look, but her shakes were stopping and her fear was abating.

  “If Johnnie and Megan had fucked? You can betcha we wouldna been havin’ this fuckin’ conversation cuz
I woulda killed him. He know. I know. We all fuckin’ know it.”

  “Yes, because, you’re one, barbaric asshole.”

  “And you one, stupid bitch, so fuck you.”

  She glanced around. “You were looking at me like you wanted to kiss me.”

  He shrugged. “I was just tryin’ to figure out your crazy ass. Beyond that, I don’t want fuck all from you.”

  She smiled at him. “Mortician said I was gorgeous. All the guys did. Don’t you think I am?”

  Shaking his head, Christopher gripped his hair. “I’m gettin’ Ghost here to blow this motherfucker up. The doctor we payin’ for ain’t helpin’ and this psycho camp ain’t helped. Answer me this—why you wanna fuck me?”

  “To make Johnnie see how he’s hurting me,’ she whispered.

  “What about Megan?”

  “What about her? You need to stop protecting her and let her feel some of the consequences of her actions. She needs to grow up and back away from my man so he can marry me before I take hers.” She swiped at her eyes. “Everyone always tells me to be me. Well, this is me. This is how I always survived.”

  “You can’t fuckin’ take me if I ain’t lettin’ you. Know what else? You might wanna do more than fuckin’ survive, you miserable fuckin’ bitch. You might wanna open your fuckin’ eyes for fuckin’ real and—”

  “Shut up. You’re nothing but a hypocrite. Judging me when you have those Bob sluts around. So’s your bitch of a sister. None of us are innocent and yet you crucify me for being honest.”

  “Cuz your motives worth fuckin’ shit.” Why the fuck was he even in here listening to her? Because he needed to wait for the fucking cops because he’d killed a motherfucker to save her ass. If he left the office, all she’d do was follow him the fuck out with this same bullshit.

  “Johnnie don’t deserve your betrayal,” he growled, thinking of all the ways he’d make Johnnie pay for this trip. This was his bitch. He should’ve been here listening to her whiny craziness.

  “I don’t deserve his.”

  “So this shit tit-for-fuckin-tat?”

  “However you want to see it.”

  “You know what? I hope Johnnie never marry your fuckin’ ass.”

  “I love Johnnie,” she cried, “but I don’t know how else to get his attention.”

  “Usin’ fuckin’ common sense would go a long fuckin’ way.”

  She popped to her feet and hurried to him, grabbing his hand. Glaring at her, he snatched it away.

  “The only other alternative is leaving him. Every time I talk about setting a wedding date, he changes the subject. I can’t take much more of his rejection.”

  She would see Johnnie’s actions as rejection, but Christopher knew better. Fuck her. He’d allow her to think the fucking worst. It was what she fucking did best. She was the most unreasonable bitch he’d ever met. Nothing anyone did for her was ever taken at face value. Wanting dick from him to get Johnnie’s attention.

  What kind of shit was that? What bitch not belonging in a psycho camp for the next twenty fucking years thought fucking her man’s brother, her “friend’s” husband, was a good ass idea? Any reasonable bitch would know good in fucking hell well all shit like cross-fucking would do was lead to blood, tears and death.

  “Listen up, Kendall. What Megan do or don’t fucking do aintcha fuckin’ business.”

  “The hell it isn’t!”

  “The fuck it is,” Christopher countered. “You fuckin’ with her head and I ain’t too sure you not doin’ that bullshit on fuckin’ purpose.”

  “As if it matters to you,” she snapped. “She’s just your stupid, little pet.”

  “And I’m her stupid, fuckin’ puppet. From where the fuck I’m sittin’, bitch, it ain’t no fuckin’ more than what the fuck you wanna be to Johnnie and what you want him to be to you.”

  She dropped back on the seat and glared at him. “Fuck off. Megan is stupid. She never, ever stands up to you. She just gives you her stupid, blind trust, so you can use it and her,” she spat.

  Christopher opened his mouth to respond, but snapped his lips shut, thinking of the abortion pills he’d intended to give her. The whole elaborate plan to use Mort’s fizzy specials so she wouldn’t know what the fuck she was doing. His intended dick snip without Megan’s knowledge.

  He just wanted to protect Megan and keep her safe, but, fuck him, if this cunt wanting to give him pussy wasn’t right and that just galled the fuck out of him. “Look, cunt, stay the motherfuck outta my goddamn business. Leave Megan the fuck alone. You so concerned about her? Then, fuckin’ act like it, Kendall. Ask her how she feelin. Listen to what the fuck she wanna do durin’ the day, without fuckin’ beratin’ her. Stop fuckin’ with her to get your own fuckin’ rocks off.”

  “Practicing psychology now, dickhead?”

  “Nope, but in a fuckin’ moment I will be practicin’ chokin’ the shit outta your miserable fuckin’ ass. You a miserable cunt? Fine. Stay a miserable cunt. Make Johnnie a miserable cunt right the fuck along with you. But you ain’t bringin’ my girl down to the fuckin’ depths of your hell.”

  “You already did, so I have no work left to do, asshole. I’m trying to raise her up.”

  “Ain’t gotta bring Megan up from nowhere. If she in hell, then she rulin’ right along next to me because she my fuckin’ queen and I ain’t gotta problem showin’ it.” He gave Kendall a nasty smile. “She got my fuckin’ name, huh? What the fuck you got but Johnnie’s kid in you? You ain’t even got his fuckin’ attention to set a fuckin’ date to give you his name. So talk the fuck about my girl all the fuck you want.” He lifted a brow, satisfied at how her face had crumpled. “She got what the fuck you don’t ever seem to be fuckin’ gettin’. Her man’s love and fuckin’ last name.”

  Tears slipped down her cheeks and she stared at him, completely defeated. After all her bullshit from today, he felt remorseless and justified. Leaning against the desk and folding his arms, he challenged her with a look, waiting for her to open her mouth again. Finally, she lowered her lashes.

  “I-I can’t win with you.”

  Jesus, Mary, and all that was holy. “Ain’t gotta fuckin’ win with me, Kendall. Johnnie the motherfucker you gotta win with.”

  “You can tell him to marry me,” she said on a whimper.

  “What the fuck wrong with your fuckin’ mouth? You can tell the motherfucker, too. You supposed to have more weight with him cuz you the bitch givin’ him pussy.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him. “Don’t talk about my pussy the way you talk about Meggie’s.”

  “I don’t even think of your pussy, so why the fuck would I fuckin’ talk about that shit?”

  “I don’t really want to fuck you.”

  “Don’t give a fuck if you did.”

  “You want pussy from everyone. What’s wrong with me?”

  Christopher scowled at her. “You a glutton for fuckin’ punishment, huh, Kendall?”

  “I already know! It’s the same reason Johnnie won’t marry me and the same reason my mother didn’t love me.”

  “Your Ma not lovin’ you just meant she was a stupid cunt. Kinda like you but for different reasons. Johnnie not marryin’ you ain’t got shit to do with how you fuckin’ look. I think all of us fuckin’ told your dumb ass you fuckin’ gorgeous. Ain’t gotta throw pussy around to have motherfuckers prove they think you gorgeous. Just because I fuckin’ despise you don’t mean I ain’t recognizin’ your beauty.”

  “You don’t really hate me.”

  Rolling his eyes, Christopher snorted. “Believe what the fuck you wanna.”

  “If I looked like Meggie, would Johnnie marry me?”

  “Not unless he fuckin’ love you. If you looked like Donkey fucking Kong and the motherfucker loved you, he’ll fuckin’ marry you.”

  “Then he doesn’t love me.”

  Christopher scratched his neck then rubbed the back of his head, sincerely wishing the badges would show up. “You got issues, Kendall. M
ajor, major fuckin’ issues that don’t seem to be gettin’ no fuckin’ better. Your biggest fuckin’ thing? You fuckin’ obsessed with Megan. You ain’t Megan. You two different girls. She ain’t ever gonna be you and you ain’t ever gonna be her. You can’t fuck me to make yourself feel wanted or to get John Boy attention or to repay Megan cuz Johnnie loved her. You think that shit right than you ain’t only needin’ therapy, you needin’ a fuckin’ straight jacket. Shit don’t work that way and situations sure ain’t resolved that fuckin’ way. After almost a hour talkin’ to you, I still ain’t understandin’ how your head work.”

  “Do you want to?”

  “Not for the fuckin’ reason you think. John Boy love you, and you goin’ deeper and deeper into a dark fuckin’ place that’s gonna end up fuckin’ hurtin’ him bad. That’s why I’m tryin’ to figure you out.”

  “The therapist said I need to let Johnnie go. I’m scared if I do he won’t come back. I’ll lose him.”

  Christopher shrugged, hearing the faintest siren in the distance. About fucking time. “If you lose the motherfucker, he wasn’t worth fuckin’ havin’.”

  Distracted, he walked around the desk and opened the blinds, gazing out. No cruisers or EMTs in sight. Fuck him. Maybe, he needed to fuck up more motherfuckers on the island just to get a quicker fucking response. Waiting around was a pain in the fucking balls.

  He should just leave his contact information and get the fuck going. That shit worked at minor car wrecks. Had to work for dumb motherfuckers that got dead.

  “Christopher?”

  Fuck. Kendall was still in the fucking room with him. “Yeah?” he asked with a tortured sigh.

  He looked back at her and she looked so alone and pitiful, he almost wished he fucking liked her to pat her on the head or something.

  She tapped her head and sucked in a breath. “In there hurts,” she admitted and touched her heart. “Here, too.”

  “What the fuck that gotta do with me?” Cuz, really, her statement confused the fuck out of him. It wasn’t like he gave a fuck where on her ass was fucking hurting.

  “Nothing,” she said miserably.