Once again, thank you for all your comments and your reviews, good or bad. You gave my characters a chance.
I have so many people to thank, I’m bound to forget. Please don’t take it as an affront. I appreciate each and every one of you. I am rushing at this point, lol, eight days from surgery, to get the books finished and sent to my peeps at Swish Editing and Design. It has been a long, hard journey from my surgery to the completion of Misfit. My goal is to have it published by my next surgery, but I’m not sure if that’ll happen. We’ll see. :)
Crystal, your vision for the covers made all the difference. Your artwork makes the Death Dweller novels instantly recognizable.
Danni, we met when the series was almost over, but you’ve become one of my best friends. Thank you for being you. Thank you for your threats of kicking my ass if I changed one more thing, lol (not that I ever listen, he he), and your encouragement.
My street teams have kept things going as I recover. Thank you all for being in my corner.
AC, you have the amazing ability to text me when I’m down. You never fail to cheer me up.
Jen W., no matter what’s going on in your life, you check on me.
Jen S., you rock as usual. Thank you for being my friend.
Savannah, I’m coming back ASAP. Keep a spot for me at Author-4-Author.
Mel, an ocean separates us but I know you’re there for me.
Claire, assistant extraordinaire. Thank you!
Ana, I love you, babe!
Zoey, thank you for your texts, jokes, and messages. I love you!
Mama, I love you so much. I was looking at a note you put in the book for me, to make sure I removed something that shouldn’t have been included. All I could do was thank God for you.
Finally, to my daughters, no longer babies in age. Though you’ve reached the double digits (finally, right?), you’ll always be MY babies. I love you. As soon as I heal from the third surgery, we have to go to a waterpark.
Kat
6/21/2016
Somewhere Over the Rainbow - Isreal Kamakewiwo’Ole
Canon in D - Pachelbel
Fade Out Line - Phoebe Killdeer & The Short Straws
You Don’t Own Me - Grace, G-Eazy
Marry Me - Train
Solomon: Act III – No 42 Symphony - Handel
You Can Leave Your Hat On - Joe Cocker
Wedding March - Mendelssohn
Wedding March - Queen
Now That We Found Love - Heavy D & The Boyz
Closer - Nine Inch Nails
Pony - Ginuwine
The Art of Seduction - Maxi Priest
Luv Me, Luv Me - Shaggy
Bang Bang - Jessie J
Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande
Outlaws - Alessia Cara
Ex’s & Oh’s - Elle King
Crazy Bitch - Buckcherry
Pornstar Dancing - My Darkest Days
Bad to the Bone - George Thorogood and the Destroyers
American Woman - Lenny Kravitz
Unsteady - X Ambassadors
Pocketful of Poetry - Mindy Gledhill
Kiss It Better - Rihanna
Thrift Shop - Macklemore
Desperado – Rihanna
Thank you for reading Misfit.
If you enjoyed it, please consider leaving a review at your point of purchase and on Goodreads. It means a lot to me to hear what you think.
Kathryn C. Kelly
Mistrust
A Death Dwellers MC Novel
By Kathryn Kelly
Copyright 2017 Kathryn Kelly
This book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.
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Cover design by Crystal Cuffley
Formatted by Swish Design and Editing
Cover Image Obtained from DollarPhotoClub.com
Blurb
When Roxy Doucette meets the all too handsome, Knox Harrington, sparks fly. He's the new assistant to the club's attorney. However, Christopher "Outlaw" Caldwell, the club's president, is suspicious of Knox's true reasons for being there. Something about Knox just rubs Outlaw the wrong way, therefore, he asks Roxy to get Knox into bed for some "pillow talk". At first, she's outraged at Outlaw's proposal, but accepts that he might be right and the club could be in jeopardy. She agrees to "date" Knox and the war of wills begin.
Born in wealth and privilege, Knox Harrington is a former police officer who has little regard for biker clubs. In particular the Death Dwellers, and ESPECIALLY the president. Now a private investigator, Knox is working on behalf of his uncle to bring Outlaw and the Dwellers down. The club members' nefarious deeds warrant their destruction. Knox intends to achieve that by any means possible.
When he meets the beautiful, formidable Roxy, there's instant attraction between them. However, he sees an opportunity to use her to ferret information about the club. He's over-the-top-arrogant, believing the ignorance and stupidity of Outlaw will ultimately be the club's downfall. Knox hasn't a clue that Roxy is on to him. She's also attracted to him.
Aside from the safety of the club, Roxy's in it for the benefits. She has a new lease on life after surviving cancer. Besides Knox's low-down behavior, she's a 44-year-old, mother of four children and Knox is ten years younger than she is. However, she can't resist the challenge when Knox lets it be known that he's the sharpest tool in the shed. He sure the hell is a tool. The foolish kind and Roxy is determined to teach him a lesson or two.
Let the games begin.
Dedication
To Rosa, thank you for everything!
To Nicola and Georgia Olphert, you brighten my day all the time!
To Ed B., just for being you.
To Mama, Zoey, Katie, and Alegra, I love you all very much.
To Theresa Peters-Fisher and our lifelong friendship.
Acknowledgments
Thank you, Crystal, for your kick-ass covers. The series wouldn’t be the same without you.
Thank you, Kay and Kim, for your insight, skill, and friendship.
To my Beautiful People, Thank you all for being there for me in good times and bad. You’re all a blessing to me.
Table of Contents
Blurb
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Prologue
This year the holidays would be bloodless and bullshit-free.
If Christopher “Outlaw” Caldwell had to have bodies stacked ten deep in the few days before Halloween, he was determined to see his girl have a perfect holiday season, beginning October 31st. He had twenty-eight days to extinguish any and all threats. After that, he’d have to wait until January 2nd.
“What are you going to do, Christopher?” Johnnie asked him. “Are you matching us or what?”
Digger grinned. “All the talk about what you’re getting for Kendall got Outlaw thinking about Meggie’s present, I bet. What did you get her last year, Prez?”
Last year, he’d thought nothing would come up to ruin their holidays. He’d thought he had all the time in the world to buy her something. Their enemies were gone and the club had resumed normal activities. Then, all of a sudden…bull-fucking-shit. Just like that Christopher had broken his promise to Megan and ruined the start of her holidays.
“Megan isn’t the type to own or wear diamonds,” Johnnie said into the silence.
When the words registered in Christopher’s head, he narrowed his eyes at the assfuck. John Boy had fucking shade for days. “What the fuck that mean?”
“I mean Kendall’s elegant and Megan’s wholesome.” Johnnie shrugged. “Diamonds are above her.”
Growling, Christopher jumped to his feet. He would’ve lunged if Mort hadn’t caught him.
“Prez, Meggie girl going to be pissed if we start fighting in here. Wait until tomorrow when you can punch the fuck out of John Boy. The motherfucker deserve it for that comment.”
Christopher jerked from Mortician, so angry he shook. “Megan deserve to be fuckin’ showered in diamonds,” he snarled. Besides, hadn’t Johnnie bought Megan diamond fucking earrings for helping plan his bitch’s wedding? A diamond was a fucking diamond. But that was another fucking argument, one Christopher truly would kill Johnnie over. He’d stick to this shit, the one he might have to bury Johnnie for. “If any-fuckin-thing, your cunt a whore and my girl an angel. Don’t ever fuckin’ tell me any-fuckin-thing above my Megan. I might fuckin’ cut your motherfuckin’ tongue out to-fuckin-morrow, motherfucker.”
“Remember last year, Outlaw?” Val whispered, throwing a hesitant glance toward the door. It was open and the girls would hear any commotion. “You missed Thanksgiving.”
Even worse, he’d missed taking Megan to that annoying fucking Black Friday. If he had to kill every motherfucker around, Megan would have peace this year. Also, Roxanne was back, and they were all thankful. She, herself, was looking forward to the Halloween party.
“I’m not throwing shade,” Johnnie snapped. “Where the fuck would Megan go to wear diamond earrings and a matching necklace worth half a million dollars?”
“To your fuckin’ funeral,” Christopher spat. “Cuz I’ma blow you the fuck away in two fuckin’ seconds if you don’t shut the fuck up. Megan can walk around this motherfucker in diamonds. She can take a shit in them motherfuckers.”
“That’s just asking for trouble.” Johnnie sighed. “I didn’t say that to anger you. I merely mentioned I already have Kendall’s Christmas present chosen and that it wouldn’t suit Megan. That’s it.”
Fingers twitching, Christopher placed his hand on his nine. He’d give John Boy a pass for a lot but not for disparaging his girl. No motherfucker did that and lived.
“We’re ready, Christopher,” Megan called from the doorway of his mancave, the sound of her sweet voice bursting his anger. Tonight, they were hosting their weekly get-togethers. If he was counting right, they’d be at Johnnie and Kendall’s house in two or three weeks. As far as he was concerned, they could skip right the fuck over that week.
“Christopher!” Megan’s annoyed voice pulled a smile from him and settled him.
Glaring at Johnnie, he pushed a stack of poker chips to the middle of the table, joining Val, Mort, Digger, and Johnnie’s piles. “Yeah, baby?”
“All the plans are done. You guys have to come so we can tell you what needs to be done.”
More like she’d heard his motherfucking raised voice and was inter-fucking-cepting shit before they got out of hand. Johnnie was a lucky motherfucker.
Mortician grunted. “Meggie girl, can’t you just tell us what the fuck we have to do?”
“Nope,” she answered cheerfully. “We’re having a 20s themed Halloween party and we have some suggestions for your costumes. You all have to come in the other room to see. Christopher, there’s a costume I think will be perfect for you.”
“Fuck no. I ain’t about to wear no motherfuckin’ costume,” he growled. “No! Fuck no!”
She snapped her brows together. “Umkay,” she agreed, a little too smooth and easy.
Little fucking bitch.
Christopher glared at her serene smile. She thought she’d change his fucking mind. No fucking way.
“No costume,” Megan said with a sad sigh that just about killed him. “You all still have to come. We need to discuss the party. Decide where we’ll go trick-or-treating. Logistics, you know? Then, should we have a separate party here at the house a little later, so we can have the Bobs in for the single brothers?”
And the cheating motherfuckers. Christopher was wise enough to keep that to himself.
“We need a budget on what we can spend,” she went on. “Remember, there’s Halloween, Thanksgiving, the day after, Christmas Eve, Christmas, and the club’s New Year’s celebration.”
“Fuck, Meggie,” Val said with a groan.
Johnnie leaned back in his seat and lifted a brow. “What time do you plan on letting us go, sweetheart?”
“I promise it won’t take long,” she said happily.
His boys turned to him. “Get the fuck up and move your fuckin’ asses. You heard her.”
“We also heard her say she wanted you in a costume,” Johnnie pointed out. “Didn’t you, Mort?”
“Don’t put me in your bullshit, motherfucker,” Mort snapped.
Johnnie made a face at Mort, and Val sniggered while Digger finished off a piece of pie. By the time his woman had their kid, the motherfucker would be as big as a fucking house. He ate like he was the pregnant bitch.
“It won’t take long,” Megan repeated.
Christopher loved to see her excitement, which made him all the more determined to have November and December fuck-up free.
Chapter One
Two weeks later
Her mother had been dying for thirty years. Maybe, longer, but Roxanne Doucette Johnson Jones Rouseau…fuck! Her name sounded like a goddamn law firm. That’s what she got for marrying so many motherfuckers.
Scowling, Roxy glanced at her phone screen, listening as her mom ended her complaints with, “Who the hell knows. Maybe, I’m just going to die.”
Roxy snorted, in turns irritated at her mother for always saying that and upset at thinking of her loss. She was an adult now, but as a child, it had frightened her, especially when her mom told her if she died she’d have no one.
“We’re all going to die one day, Mama,” she said, peeking through the blinds as she stood at the window in the bedroom she now called her own in her daughter’s house. The early morning sun glimmered through the canopy of trees, lifting her spirits. “You should go to a doctor and see about yourself.”
“No, I can’t do that, especially with you so far away.”
“I’ll be home to visit in a month,” Roxy promised, not mentioning the fact that one of her other children, or even one of her grandchildren, could’ve taken Pearllene to the doctor. “Make all your appointments and I’ll be happy to bring you while I’m there.”
“Are you sure? I know you’ll get all your people to visit. I don’t want to get in the way of that.”
“You won’t. Just do it. I’ll call you later. Bye, Mama,” she said just as a knock came on her door. “Entre,” she called, once she hung up.
Her son-in-law, and th
e enforcer of the Death Dwellers MC, stuck his head in. Planting her hands on her hips so she wouldn’t touch her too-short hair in self-conscious awareness, she lifted a brow. He rarely ever came to her room.
“We got a situation, Roxanne,” Mortician told her. “We can come in here or you can come downstairs.”
“It’s eight o-damn clock in the morning, boy.”
Mortician scowled at her. “Just bring your ass downstairs. Damn, man, it’s too fucking early for me too, but it’s Red.”
Her mother’s call had awakened her. Normally, she’d be up for two hours already. Breakfast would be on the table, and she’d be making her lists of what needed to be done. But with Bailey and the kids out of town…Fuck!
Roxy, girl, who are you kidding?
Even when Bailey had been in town, Roxy had started to sleep in. It seemed as if her days of early rising were over and this was her new normal. 6AM mornings were before. Before the cancer and her now daily dose of Tamoxifen. Although she had minimal side effects—mainly nausea, bone ache, and fatigue—it still affected her.
Good God! She had to be on that shit for five years.
“Roxanne, can you come see about Red?”
Hearing Kendall needed her, Roxanne nodded. She’d been back at the club for three weeks. Since then, only Mortician and Bailey had seen her without a chemo cap or a wig. Shit! Her mother’s call awakened her and threw her off balance. Craving a cup of strong, hot coffee, Roxy grabbed the first wig she saw and yanked it over her head, hoping it wasn’t crooked. Her issues wouldn’t go away soon but she was determined to help Kendall through hers. “Lead the way.”
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