Death Dwellers Motorcycle Club:: Fifteen Bad Boy Biker Books

by Kathryn C. Kelly

  Fee walked out of Stretch’s bathroom, dressed in only his shirt, looking beautiful and fragile. He was thankful for her spunk, having no doubt Noah had taken her to the lake to kill her and dump her body. It pissed Stretch off that the motherfucker had marred his and Fee’s special spot, but he’d find another one just for them.

  “Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked.

  She nodded and sat next to him on the bed, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I thought I’d never see you and Cash again. None of my family.”

  He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. “You won’t have to worry about him ever again,” he promised.

  Silence and then, “Okay.”

  “Open the door, Stretch,” Cash called, his voice rough with anger.

  Releasing Fee, he went to the door and unlocked it.

  Blood stained Cash’s white T-shirt, blue jeans, his face, his arms, and hands. Fee squeaked.

  “It’s over, babe,” he said gently, in stark contrast to the horror show he resembled. “Noah won’t ever fuck with you again. None of us.”

  “He ain’t,” Outlaw said from the door. “But my ass gonna fuck with you, Cash.”

  Cash’s eyes widened and his face paled. Fee got to her feet, and Stretch gulped.

  “I thought I fuckin’ said come to my fuckin’ office, motherfuckers?”

  “Christopher, wait, please,” she said as her brother advanced on Cash and grabbed him by the cut. “We love each other.”

  “I fuckin’ know, Fee,” Outlaw growled. “Motherfucker told me himself.” Still holding onto Cash, he stared at Stretch. “You love her, too?”

  Fear wasn’t Stretch’s friend, but he wouldn’t back down from Outlaw and deny his feelings for Fee. He nodded. “Very much.”

  “You love Cash, too, yeah?”

  Again, Stretch nodded.

  Outlaw glared at Cash, who winced. “You love Stretch and Fee, right?”

  “I love them both very much,” Cash admitted.

  Fee and Stretch exchanged glances, each as proud and awed by Cash as the other.

  “You, Fee?” Outlaw asked, his gaze never leaving Cash. “You love both of them?”

  “Yes, Christopher, so please don’t hurt them,” she cried. “We want to be together. Don’t make them choose between me and the club. Let us be happy with each other.”

  “You right,” Outlaw agreed, surprising them all when he released Cash. “I wantcha happy and if it take two motherfuckers for that to happen, I ain’t standin’ in your way.” He smiled at her and opened his arms.

  Relief on her face, Fee ran to her brother, sagging against him.

  He kissed the top of her head. “I was so fuckin’ scared that motherfucker killed you and I wasn’t gonna ever see you again. I love you, Fee. I been a mean assfuck to you. Forgive me?”

  Standing on tiptoe, Fee kissed Outlaw’s cheek, then stepped away.

  Walking back to Cash, Outlaw shook his hand before squeezing and yanking him forward. If Stretch would’ve blinked, he would’ve missed Cash flying backwards and landing against the bed, before sliding to the floor.

  Fee screamed.

  “Ain’t bannin’ him, but I am beatin’ the fuck outta him. I told this motherfucker stay away from you.” He sidled Stretch a killing glower.

  He was so fucking dead. Deader than dead. Outlaw was going to stump him, just as he kicked Cash and ignored Fee’s sobs before turning to Stretch and grabbing him by the cut as he had Cash.

  Unbalanced, Stretch fell against Outlaw but the man dragged him up and lifted him off his feet.

  “Please, Christopher, no!” Fee begged.

  “If you hurt Fee on Cash behalf, I ain’t beatin’ you. I’m killin’ you. Under-fuckin-stand?”

  Stretch nodded, unable to do anything else. Outlaw released him and he yelped as he careened to the floor.

  “Now, Fee, live happily-fuckin-ever-after with your motherfuckers,” he said and sauntered out of the room.

  At Cash’s groan, Fee rushed to him. Stretch let her go, still not over his run-in with Outlaw. For the past ten minutes, ever since the man left, he’d just sat on the edge of the bed and stared, thinking how fucking lucky he was to be alive.

  How fucking lucky he was that Outlaw loved Fee enough, respected him enough, trusted Cash enough to let them work things out. Maybe, if Fee’s near-death—second near-death—experience hadn’t happened, Outlaw might’ve reacted differently.

  “I’m alive,” Cash whispered, the shock in his voice drawing laughter from Stretch.

  Fee hugged him, almost knocking him off his feet since Outlaw’s punches were hard enough to keep a motherfucker dazed.

  “We’re all together,” Cash croaked.

  “Yes,” Fee told him. “Christopher gave us his blessing. Don’t you remember?”

  “Yeah, babe. I thought…” His voice trailed off and he squinted. “Fuck, I don’t know what I thought.”

  “He let us live,” Stretch said simply, grateful for that and the fact that they’d gotten to Fee in time. This was it, the last fucking straw. He was making an appointment for a consultation as soon as possible. “Fee, I can’t tell you what it means to finally be out of the closet with your brother.”

  Fee guided Cash to the bed and allowed him to sit, then squeezed between them.

  “I agree,” Cash said. “It’s indescribable.” He kissed Fee, then reached over to do the same to Stretch. “I love you both.”

  “I love you both as well,” Fee said, her voice cracking, as she planted quick kisses on each of their cheeks.

  “I love you two, too,” Stretch said, and smiled.

  There was more than enough time for Stretch to tell them about his decision. Right now, he intended to show them the feelings they had so eloquently expressed.

  With Noah seen to and Cash, Fee’s, and Stretch’s relationship out in the open, as of two days ago, Christopher had one more order of business to ad-fucking-dress. Digger’s wedding was in a few days and he wanted Johnnie to feel in the celebrating mood. There was only one way for that to fucking happen. He hated to disturb Megan, but he didn’t want her to wake up and find him gone, so he leaned over and brushed his lips against hers.

  “Christopher?” she murmured groggily.

  “Hey, baby,” he whispered. “Go back to sleep. I gotta make a run.”

  Becoming more aware, she opened her eyes and frowned at the dimness. “What time is it?”

  “About four in the morning.”

  That got her attention immediately, and she bolted up. “Has something happened?”

  He sighed. Maybe, he should’ve written a note. He rarely used that method with her. Given all the recent fucking bullshit, he didn’t want to risk upsetting her by veering from their usual form of communication.

  She started out of bed.

  “Don’t get up, Megan. Rest,” he ordered, placing a hand on her shoulder to halt her. “I’ma pay Kendall a visit.”

  “What?”

  He winced at her screech. His announcement sounded fucked up, no matter what the fuck he meant. “I ain’t gonna kill her fuckin’ ass.” Although that bitch deserved to be fucked up in a variety of fucking ways.

  “Why are you going to visit her? Where is she?” she added, then narrowed her eyes. “How do you know her location? I thought you said Johnnie sent her away because she was determined to return to work for Brooks.”

  Megan didn’t know the exact fucking reason, and never would. “Yeah, baby, but I need to talk to her myself. See where the fuck her head at. I might decide to let her come back. Johnnie been so fuckin’ sad since he found out Kendall lost their kid.”

  Megan considered his words, then nodded and hugged him. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I knew you’d find it in you to allow her to return eventually.”

  Ignoring his conscience, he kissed her again. “Ain’t sure yet, Megan,” he said gruffly. “I need to talk to her first.”

  “I understand.” And then… “
Why are you leaving so early?”

  “I ain’t told John Boy. If Kendall piss me the fuck off and he know I’m thinkin’ about lettin’ her back, his hopes will be gettin’ up.” Besides, the circumstances surrounding the conversation he intended to have with Kendall, Johnnie knew nothing about. “All for nothin’, if she ain’t comin’ back.”

  “Do me a favor, Christopher?”

  “What the fuck ever you want, you fuckin’ got.”

  She smiled and thumbed his lips. “Don’t take your guns inside when you get to Kendall’s place.”

  Well, fuck.

  It took Christopher almost four fucking hours to reach the place where Cash hid Kendall away. He should’ve been pissed that they’d gone through so much trouble to save her miserable life, but he wasn’t. She was Johnnie’s old lady, his woman, a fact Christopher came to terms with weeks ago. The morning Cash brought Daphne to the park, as a matter of fucking fact.

  Engine idling, Christopher gripped the handlebars of his Harley, studying the small, gray structure. Kendall was all about status, so living in this underwhelming place must’ve fucked with her.

  No satisfaction came from the revelation. All Christopher thought about was Johnnie’s devastation about the new baby. Christopher couldn’t imagine what Johnnie would feel discovering Kendall had purposely aborted the kid.

  What kind of fucking bitch did that?

  Christopher revved the engine, grinding his teeth together and checking his anger. A light inside the house flicked on. He hadn’t meant to wake her this way. Since he had, he decided to kill the power and dismount. Before he talked himself out of it, he stuffed his nine in one of his saddlebags. He couldn’t do fuck all about his hands, so he hoped she wouldn’t provoke him into choking the fuck out of her.

  One thing about Kendall—she always had a lot of shit to throw at him. Most of the shit, she thought up as she went, just to piss him off. He’d have to remember that as he confronted her. The goal was to get her in check so she could go back to Johnnie and her kids.

  Wondering why the fuck Johnnie would allow Cash to put his bitch in the middle of nowhere, Christopher went to the door and pounded on it. The miles of forest and nearby river offered a lot of places to dispose of bodies. Yeah, they’d wanted her far from him, but, fuck.

  He heard the locks opening and steeled himself for her bullshit. When the door swung open, she stared at him for a moment before letting out an ear-splitting scream. Christopher realized the problem immediately. She thought he’d come to kill her. They’d spirited her away from him and, suddenly, he appeared on her doorstep.

  She went to close the door, but Christopher stopped it with his booted foot, shouldering his way in.

  She screamed again, terror in her eyes. Stumbling back, she grabbed a framed photo and threw it at him.

  “Kendall, fuck, stop!”

  “Fuck you. I’m not letting you kill me without a fight.”

  Their gazes locked onto the baseball bat at the same time. Kendall got to it first and swung wildly. Christopher barely had time to duck.

  “I can think of only one other reason for you to be here, besides killing me,” she huffed. “I don’t want to be wrong, so I’m not taking any chances that you’re here for that.”

  She swung again, stealing his ability to reason out her words. Thank fuck he didn’t have his nine with him. He would’ve shot the fuck out of her. This way gave him time to remember his greater goal.

  “I’ma tell you one fuckin’ more time. I ain’t here to fuck you up.”

  Still in position to bat the fuck out of his brains, she paused. “You swear?”

  “You see a fuckin’ piece in my hand?”

  “You tried to fucking strangle me, asshole. You don’t need a gun when you’re the weapon.”

  From anyone else, he would’ve taken the words as a compliment. Kendall would never offer any praises, to him especially. “I fuckin’ promised Megan when I left, your ass would still be breathin’.”

  Relaxing at those words, she lowered the bat. “Then if Meggie expects me to survive, I will,” she said sarcastically, returning the bat to where it had rested against the wall. Tightening the belt on her robe, she swept him with a considering glance. “Can you excuse me for a moment?”

  “I ain’t here for a long conversation. I’m here to strike up a deal.”

  “This won’t take long,” she swore, already heading to the half opened door. She offered him a huge smile, one that Christopher didn’t fucking trust at all, then scampered away.

  Bitch might be getting her own fucking gun to blow him the fuck away. He didn’t fucking trust her, any more than she trusted him. But he finally had what he needed to keep her in line, if she agreed to his terms.

  Sighing, he went to the small table to look at the two framed photos still on the table. The other motherfucker lay forgotten near the window. The fine appointments should’ve surprised him, but it didn’t. Johnnie would want to make her happy. As happy as she appeared in this photo with her, Rory, and Johnnie.

  Kendall didn’t want Johnnie to discover her abortion any more than Christopher did. Her actions were unforgivable. He knew it, even if Kendall’s fucking perception was unclear. Informing Johnnie was the perfect way to get the fuck rid of her. But as long as she cooperated, Christopher could suffer her bullshit on behalf of Johnnie’s happiness.

  A voice cleared, and Christopher turned toward it.

  Or, maybe, he couldn’t suffer her fucking bullshit. Kendall stood staring at him, her red hair streaming around her. She’d lost a lot of weight, a fact quite noticeable thanks to the revealing nightie she now wore. Not only short but see-through, making it clear she still wanted to fuck him.

  “If not to kill me, then you must be here to finally have sex with me, right, Christopher?”

  Later, he’d remind her she wasn’t Christopher to him. Right now, he needed to address more pressing issues. “Go back in your fucking room and put your fucking robe back on. Cover the fuck up.”

  Lifting her chin, she smirked. “No. You don’t want to see me like this because you know you’ll feel desire.”

  “I don’t wanna fuckin’ see you like that cuz I ain’t interested. I ain’t feelin’ nothin’ but fuckin’ annoyance and I’m tryna make you show some fuckin’ respect for your-fuckin-self. You ain’t gotta parade around with your pussy out, Kendall. You John Boy woman. You better than that. Now, put some fuckin’ clothes on.”

  “For the last time, no. I just changed into this for you.”

  Unless he dragged her to the bedroom and dressed her himself—never fucking happening—they’d go around and around with this. “John Boy visitin’ today?” he asked instead, hoping the mention of her husband would bring a little fucking sense back into her head.

  She lifted a brow. “Why?”

  Nope, no fucking sense at all. As tunnel-visioned as ever, she wanted what she wanted, and fuck everything else. Even her wedding vows.

  “I’m here to bring you the fuck back to the club as a surprise to your man.”

  No emotion crossed her face. No happiness or relief. Nothing. She continued to stare at him, her eyes traveling from his mouth to his eyes and back again.

  “Johnnie fuckin’ miles away, so you greetin’ me with your pussy and tits showin’ pretty fucked up.”

  Her eyes lit up and she walked to him, trailing her finger down his chest.

  Christopher gripped her hand and shoved it away from him. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me, Kendall,” he growled. “How many fuckin’ times I gotta tell you this?”

  “I think if we can address what’s between us, once and for all, we’d all live in peace. Obviously, Johnnie doesn’t care what I do. He wouldn’t have sent me away again.”

  “How many other motherfuckers you been fuckin’ while you been livin’ here?”

  She gasped and raised her hand to hit him, but halted at his warning glare. “You’re such a fuckin’ barbarian,” she cried, stomping to a seat and sitt
ing. “You’d hit me back.”

  He’d never hit her, no matter what. Kill her? Yeah. Hit her? No. That was a fucking line he refused to ever cross. However, if she wanted to think that so she’d keep her fucking hands to herself, so fucking be it. He didn’t come here to have her knock the fuck out of him because she’d have no retaliation.

  “Answer the fuckin’ question. You cheated on John Boy while you been stayin’ here?”

  “I have not! I’d never betray Johnnie with anyone other than you. But you’re such a perverted goddamn pig, you’d prefer a girl little more than a child when you met her. You had to raise her to turn her into a woman. No, excuse me. You knocked her up and made her grow up physically. Mentally, the jury’s still out.”

  Her goading was the reason Megan asked him to leave his piece out of the house. What Kendall said constituted blowing-the-fuck-away material. Or choking-the-fuck-out-of shit.

  To keep from giving in to his urges, he stepped back, balling his hands into fists. Visiting Kendall might not have been the best fucking idea.

  “Leave Megan outta this,” he warned. “Your fuckin’ hate for my girl the reason your ass here, so shut the fuck up and listen to what I gotta say, so I can leave. Whether the fuck you come back to the club or leave, never to be fuckin’ heard from again, up to you. One way or the fuckin’ other, this shit gettin’ resolved to-fuckin-day. I ain’t watchin’ Johnnie so fuckin’ miserable no longer.”

  “If I go away, he’ll be miserable forever,” she said triumphantly.

  “He got the fuck over you before, he’d do it again. And he’d have his children.”

  “They’re my kids too, asshole,” she growled. “He wouldn’t get them without a fight.”

  “Disappear.” He could fucking work with this idea. Every-fucking-body would be appeased. Best of fucking all, he wouldn’t kill Kendall, so Megan couldn’t hold that against him. “I’m willin’ to give you half a rock to just leave.” Fuck, he’d take it out of his personal money.

  “Fuck you. There’s no amount of money that can make me leave Johnnie,” she snarled, tears coming to her eyes. “I love him.”