Kendall has always been, and will always be, an anti-heroine. I didn’t write her in that capacity. She was simply a woman who had a tough life and ended up with a severe mental illness. I have received a lot of messages and debate regarding just how responsible her depression is for her actions and general behavior. Her role in Ophelia’s decisions won’t help win Kendall any brownie points. But Kendall will be true to herself to the end. I didn’t want to just throw any of the characters in for the sake of having them in the final book. I wanted each character to have relevance to the storyline, while having whatever loose ends still dangling, tied up.
Initially, my intentions were to include the family trees, characters sketches, and my favorite scenes in Misfit. However, I saw some of the finer unresolved plot points in A Very Christopher Christmas that I knew I needed to address for my own peace of mind. Suddenly, in my head, Misfit couldn’t be a novella, so I added the information to the holiday novella. As short as A Very Christopher Christmas was, Misfit is just as long. I kid you fucking not. Hopefully, you enjoy the journey as each character makes life and death decision that will lead to mayhem, mischief, and love that can withstand the test of bullets, blood, guts, gore, and time.
Blurb
Dedication
Note To The Reader
Table of Contents
Prologue - Ophelia
Part One – Docility & Domesticity
Chapter One - Ophelia
Chapter Two - Cash
Chapter Three - Stretch
Chapter Four - Christopher
Chapter Five - Ophelia
Chapter Six – Cash/Stretch
Chapter Seven- Christopher
Chapter Eight- Ophelia
Chapter Nine - Cash
Chapter Ten - Christopher
Chapter Eleven- Stretch/Cash
Chapter Twelve - Christopher
Chapter Thirteen - Ophelia
Chapter Fourteen - Cash
Chapter Fifteen- Christopher
Chapter Sixteen - Stretch
Chapter Seventeen – Ophelia/Christopher
Chapter Eighteen- Ophelia
Chapter Nineteen – Stretch/Cash
Chapter Twenty - Christopher
Chapter Twenty-One - Ophelia
Chapter Twenty-Two - Ophelia
Chapter Twenty-Three - Johnnie
Chapter Twenty-Four - Christopher
Chapter Twenty-Five - Ophelia
Chapter Twenty-Six - Ophelia
Chapter Twenty-Seven - Stretch
Chapter Twenty-Eight - Stretch
Chapter Twenty-Nine - Ophelia
Chapter Thirty - Cash
Chapter Thirty-One - Cash
Chapter Thirty-Two - Stretch
Chapter Thirty-Three - Cash
Chapter Thirty-Four – Cash/Ophelia/Stretch
Chapter Thirty-Five – Ophelia/Cash
Chapter Thirty-Six – Christopher/Stretch
Chapter Thirty-Seven - Ophelia
Chapter Thirty-Eight - Christopher
Chapter Thirty-Nine - Ophelia
Part Two – Uncivilized Behavior
Chapter Forty – Stretch/Cash
Chapter Forty-One - Stretch
Chapter Forty-Two - Cash
Chapter Forty-Three - Christopher
Chapter Forty-Four - Stretch
Chapter Forty-Five - Cash
Chapter Forty-Six - Christopher
Chapter Forty-Seven - Ophelia
Chapter Forty-Eight- Cash
Chapter Forty-Nine – Stretch/Cash/Stretch
Chapter Fifty - Christopher
Chapter Fifty-One- Cash
Chapter Fifty-Two - Ophelia
Chapter Fifty-Three - Cash
Chapter Fifty-Four - Christopher
Chapter Fifty-Five - Ophelia
Chapter Fifty-Six - Cash
Chapter Fifty-Seven – Ophelia/Cash
Chapter Fifty-Eight - Stretch
Chapter Fifty-Nine - Christopher
Chapter Sixty – Cash/Ophelia
Part Three - Brotherhood
Chapter Sixty-One – Ophelia/Stretch/Christopher/Cash
Chapter Sixty-Two – Ophelia/Cash/Stretch
Chapter Sixty-Three - Cash
Chapter Sixty-Four - Christopher
Chapter Sixty-Five- Cash
Chapter Sixty-Six – Ophelia/Stretch/Kendall
Chapter Sixty-Seven – Christopher/Cash/Christopher
Chapter Sixty-Eight - Cash
Chapter Sixty-Nine – Cash/Christopher
Chapter Seventy – Ophelia/Cash/Stretch
Chapter Seventy-One - Christopher
Chapter Seventy-Two - Ophelia
Chapter Seventy-Three - Christopher
Chapter Seventy-Four – Stretch/Cash/Ophelia
Chapter Seventy-Five - Christopher
Epilogue – Bunny & Digger
Epilogue – Bailey & Mortician
Epilogue – Zoann & Val
Epilogue – Kendall & Johnnie
Epilogue – Megan & Christopher
Acknowledgments
Playlist
Ophelia Donovan handed the cab driver her fare and departed the vehicle, anxious to forget her cousin-in-law’s latest stunt. Though she’d never work for Kendall again, they’d moved past their differences and settled into a friendship.
But...but…Jesus. If Christopher discovered what had gone on in the bridal shop, he’d kill Kendall, despite Fee’s assurances to otherwise. Kendall’s death would dampen Bunny’s growing excitement the closer her wedding date got. Fee didn’t care to consider what Kendall, dying at the hands of Christopher, would do to Meggie. Johnnie. Rory. Matilda.
How could Kendall even fix her mouth to say what she had again, after the issue had been addressed and resolved?
Huffing, Fee appreciated the quiet neighborhood she stood in. The small house with the neat lawn in front of her symbolized her moving past Cash and Stretch. Recovering from the heartache of their relationship hadn’t been easy, but she’d faced much worse than losing the two men she loved with all her heart. Had loved.
She’d definitely moved past them.
Definitely.
Strike two for her afternoon. She hoped visiting Noah would calm her, the very reason she’d elected not to return to the club with Kendall and Johnnie, certain their argument raged on. No, thank you.
Maybe, tonight, she’d sleep with Noah. Cash’s and Stretch’s faces rose in her head and she grimaced.
Maybe, she wouldn’t sleep with Noah tonight.
“You’ll never know if you don’t ring the bell,” she scolded herself.
Rubbing a hand over her brow to wipe away sweat, she forced her legs to move.
“Hey, girl,” Noah said, when he opened his door to allow her entry.
“Hey.”
Walking into his scarcely furnished house, she smiled at him and set her hobo bag on the counter. Her stomach didn’t erupt in flutters in Noah’s presence as they had with Cash, nor did she feel the calming influence of Stretch. Noah had a similar look and height. Like her lost loves, her new beau had blue eyes and brown hair.
And he was a biker. And he lived in Cash’s neighborhood, about a block and a half away. Deep down, accepting a date from Noah had more to do with Cash and Stretch than it had to do with Noah.
Visiting someone so close to Cash’s house, she’d hoped to run into him.
No such luck. She barely saw him or Stretch at the clubhouse anymore.
Their threesome was truly over.
Noah clapped his hands right next to her head and she jumped. “What the hell are you thinking about?”
“My friend’s wedding,” she answered, swiping her hair off her neck, murmuring in approval at the cold air blowing on her from the overhead a/c vent. “It’s so hot today.”
Folding his arms, Noah leaned against the counter that separated his kitchen from his living room. He didn’t even have a dining space like she had in her apartment. “What friend
is that?”
“Bunny. Remember I told you she’s marrying the sergeant-at-arms?” She kicked off her flip-flips and plopped down in one of his two bean bag seats. “The wedding is a huge deal so she’s planning away. I’m one of the bridesmaids.”
“Your sister-in-law is matron-of-honor, if I remember.”
Fee grinned at Noah, attentive and thoughtful like Stretch, but the complete opposite of Cash. Her smile faded away. “Um, yeah,” she said with less enthusiasm as memories of Cash and Stretch swamped her. “Meggie is matron-of-honor.”
“And Outlaw?”
Noah wanted a meeting with Christopher. Since her brother had no idea she dated a biker, Fee doubted a meeting would ever be arranged if she had to be involved.
The Torpedoes—Noah’s MC—was a former support club to the Dwellers and current club enemy thanks to their former president. According to Kendall, rivals of both the Dwellers and the Torps, bombed their clubhouse and they’d lost the majority of their members. According to Noah, the Torps were regrouping, with all the bad apples purged.
He walked to her and held out his hand, drawing her into his arms and nuzzling her neck the moment she stood. “I’ve been thinking about you,” he whispered in a husky tone that had no effect on her.
“That’s why you’ve been blowing up my phone.”
She threw her head back to allow easier access, wanting a spark to ignite within her. But she remained uninspired at his touch and words.
“Do you know why I haven’t called you in four days?” he whispered, his hot breath fanning her cheek, annoying her instead of exciting her.
“You think you’re punishing me because I won’t get you a meeting with my brother.”
“I’m out of goodwill, time and patience.” He chuckled and nipped her earlobe. “Interesting you should stop by after the very enlightening conversation I had with Kendall Donovan about fifteen or twenty minutes ago.”
“Kendall? How do you know…?” Her voice trailed off, a memory of a lunch date she and Kendall had coming to her.
Noah licked her cheek. “I see you’ve put it together,” he said, low, sounding like the man named Counts who Kendall had introduced her to. “Noah Carson Counts at your service, Ophelia.” He tightened his hold on her. “Let me assist you a little more. I had a sister named Daphne. One of your brother’s Bobs. I haven’t spoken to her in weeks. Know why?”
Oh, yes, she knew why. Some might even hold Fee accountable. It wouldn’t matter that Kendall hadn’t given her a choice.
“It’s time to get Outlaw’s attention once and for all. If my sister’s expendable, his is, too. Once I square up with him, all will be good, and I’ll still accept his help.”
Fee frowned at Noah’s words, fear traveling through her. She didn’t have a good track record with men. Either she fell for dudes with commitment issues, some type of emotional trauma, or she chose abusive assholes.
After Cash and Stretch, she’d told herself she was done with guys. She’d join the other team or be celibate for the rest of her life.
Of course, watching Johnnie and Kendall go at it gave her trauma. For two people who loved each other, they couldn’t go for long without arguing. Definitely not the type of relationship she wanted.
“You traipse into my house, uninvited, as if you’re my old lady.” Noah’s voice broke into her thoughts. “Not only haven’t you come with what I want to hear, but I just found out about Daphne. Or…have you decided to give me pussy? Is that why you stopped by?”
She shook her head, attempting to inch past him, not liking the vibes wafting from him. The building anger in his eyes alarmed her. “I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d say hello.”
One moment changed the course of life. The mundane became the maudlin that only time healed. Fee had had several such instances that turned her world upside down. Christopher’s and Zoann’s shootings. Her mother’s death. Fee’s abuse at the hands of her ex-boyfriend. The murder of her sisters and nieces.
Each time, she lived in blissful ignorance, never guessing the next minute would upend everything.
Unlike now.
A moment before Noah lunged, she saw his intentions by the reddening of his face. The change in his features might’ve been funny, if it wasn’t so scary.
She sprang for the door. Except he stood between her and freedom. He tackled her, slamming her to the wood floor. Pain jarred her head, back, and legs,
Tears filling her eyes, she raised up on all fours and crawled toward the door. Noah’s boot met her stomach before he dragged her to her feet, then punched her down. She gasped and curled into a ball.
Noah grabbed her bag and opened it, pouring the contents out. Coins pinged on the floor, followed by her cellphone, a pen, her wallet.
She closed her eyes, popping them open a moment later at Noah’s growl.
“Condoms?” He loomed above her. “Fucking slut.”
If she didn’t move, he’d kick her in the head. Forcing herself into motion, she grabbed his ankle and lifted herself up, shoving him backwards at the same time. She caught him off-guard and he slammed to his ass, granting her freedom.
Not bothering with her belongings, Fee skirted him. Catching the back of her shirt and the waistband of her shorts, he lifted her again, ignoring her wiggles and screams.
“I can kill you and bring your body to Outlaw. If he thinks I recovered you and want to help find your murderer, I’ll get his attention and gain his trust.”
“Christopher isn’t stupid,” she snarled. “He’ll know. He’ll figure it out.” Her brother figured everything out.
Noah lost his hold on her again, dropping her to the floor. Ignoring her pain, she scrambled to her feet, cursing the lack of an available weapon.
As he came toward her, Fee met him head on, raising her foot to deliver a kick to his junk.
She positioned herself too soon. he grabbed her ankle, unbalancing her again. She crashed to the floor. He kicked her thigh, grunting in satisfaction at the sound of her agonized cry.
Sobbing, Fee tried to drag herself to the door. If she could get outside, she’d free herself of this nightmare. Instead, he gripped a handful of her hair and tipped her head back.
“Now, you die,” he spat, puffing out breaths.
Placing the blade of a knife to her neck, he sliced, ignoring her struggles, screams, and tears. The cut stung, burned, and throbbed.
Warm wetness slid down her throat, sensation in her body floating away, her surroundings blurring. The blade of the knife descended toward her thigh, piercing it. She gurgled a cry, tears sliding down her cheeks.
A knock cut through her hazy brain. Or had she imagined it? The doorbell rang and hope swelled within her. She tried to scream, but she had no sound.
Noah stabbed her again.
“Pl-plea...” Too difficult to speak, Fee closed her eyes and awaited death.
Three months earlier
Winter clung to its last gasp in a burst of late March frost that chilled Fee to her bones. Stars dotted the sky, twinkling in the clear, cold night. Burrowing into her jacket, she hurried from her car to the clubhouse door, acknowledging the Probates guarding the sea of bikes, sprinkling of cars, and a crowd of party-goers spilling into the parking lot. Music vibrated from inside the building, pulsing through Fee, heightening her eagerness for fun.
Another Probate opened the door, granting her entry.
“Thank you,” she said, stepping into a place brimming with laughter and noise.
Instead of breaching the wall of people blocking her, she halted, waiting a few minutes to inch forward. Reaching the game area separated by wooden rails, she craned her neck, searching for two faces in particular. If she found one, she’d find the other.
They weren’t playing pool or even nearby. Three bikers surrounded one table. Two of them held cue sticks, while the other positioned himself for a shot. At another pool table…well. A naked girl laid on the table, her legs spread, offering the world a glimpse of her
lady bits. She thrusted her tits up and jiggled, tempting the man already drooling over her display.
As the guy dove between the girl’s legs, Fee dragged her attention away. Her heart pounded in embarrassment and desire, an odd combination, considering she’d never engage in public sex.
Forging ahead, she weaved through the throng, until she reached the back corner table and halted. She’d found one of her bikers.
Cash reared back in a chair, smiling at one of the women surrounding him while another stood at his other side, whispering in his ear. Four additional girls sat at the table, all of them naked.
Jealousy hit her hard, a little worse than the times the feeling reared up over Stretch. Sex between the three of them had its perks and pitfalls. Cash included both of them when they hooked up. Seeing him with the girls and without Stretch clued Fee in. Tonight, Cash intended to fuck random people. No wonder she hadn’t heard from him in days.
Fee redirected her steps to the bar, glad that Christopher and Johnnie were long since gone. She spied an unoccupied stool and hastened to it, ignoring the scowls of the bikers and glares of the women.
After a long few days at work, she wanted to unwind. She hadn’t seen Cash and Stretch in a week, so she’d taken matters into her own hands and searched them out. It had been easier to see them during the short time she’d lived with Christopher and Meggie, at his insistence, after the deaths of their sisters and nieces.
Neither Christopher or Meggie had forced her out, but Fee returned to her apartment a few weeks later. Besides, her brother forbade her involvement with a biker, and she wanted two.
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