Casper

by P. T. Macias

  Casper: Anarchy Kings MC

  He Lives In Darkness, She's Lost,

  Love Lights Their Soul!

  NorCal Chapter

  Casper: Anarchy Kings MC

  Dark Alphas MC Romance

  P.T. Macias

  Casper: Anarchy Kings MC, He Lives In Darkness, She's Lost, Love Lights Their Soul, (Dark Alphas MC Romance) NorCal Chapter By P.T. Macias

  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright 2020 P.T. Macias

  Copyright © 2020 By P. T. Macias.

  ISBN- 9798613692033

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, mythology and folklore, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  This book was printed in the United States of America.

  Dedication

  I'm dedicating this book to my husband, children, grandchildren, and family. I'm thankful for your love, patience, and support.

  Special Acknowledgements

  I would like to thank Karen L. Komarinski and Mikki Thomas for being there when I need help and for their amazing editing! They're awesome!

  Synopsis

  Casper Edwards

  I was convicted!

  Five damn years.

  I want revenge.

  The attorney is full of shit.

  The intern knows something.

  Her eyes call me.

  I don't trust her.

  I'm not talking.

  Paige Ward

  I'm close to my dream.

  A few more months.

  I'm ready.

  I want to help the MC's.

  Against the legal bias.

  I have my first case as an intern.

  He's my family's MC rival.

  He doesn't trust me.

  I feel his anger.

  I feel a pull.

  I feel his soul.

  I'm here to save him.

  Table Of Contents

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Twenty

  Twenty-One

  Twenty-Two

  Twenty-Three

  Note From P.T. Macias

  P.T. Macias

  P.T. Macias Series

  P.T. Macias Links

  Love Me, Stalk Me!

  Note To Reader

  One

  Paige

  The evening is lovely, the Sacramento river breeze cools the evening, which is a relief because it gets hot in the summer.

  I raise my face to the sky every few steps, looking at the beautiful colors on the horizon at sunset.

  It's one of my favorite times of the day. My other favorite time is sunrise.

  I walk across the parking lot, stopping next to my old gray BMW. I open the driver's door leaning in to drop my purse and bag on the passenger seat, shifting my hips, I slide onto the driver's seat, turning on the car.

  I pull out of the parking lot, drive down the road, and then I merge onto the freeway. I press the button, turning on my stereo, bopping my head.

  Yeah, I love to listen to the radio station because the music relaxes me.

  All right, now I'm ready for the weekend. Maybe I can talk to my sis Victoria to go to a bar, or better still, the Knights party tonight.

  Oh, fuck, yes!

  Maybe we can go to the Hades Knights MC's Friday night party.

  Yeah, my brothers, Seth and Creed, can't give us hell, not anymore, since our younger sister, Georgina, is engaged to a Knight, Dante, the Sergeant Of Arms. Yup, she's his old lady. His job is to take care of the President and the MC.

  The Hades Knights MC is who I am. It's part of my legacy in my blood ever since I could remember. My father would take me on rides when I was small; it was the happiest moment of my life.

  I felt like I was a Knight, fucking hell.

  I dreamed of being a Knight, part of the MC. I felt it in my blood, but I can't be a member because only men are allowed to join.

  It’s all bullshit!

  It broke my little girl's heart.

  Hell yes!!

  So, my dream of being part of Hades Knights MC was derailed, setting me on another track.

  Yeah, to become an attorney, to help the Knights MC, well, all the MC's

  My brothers are officers of the MC. My brother Seth is the Prez, and Creed is the VP. My grandpa founded the MC. Yeah, my father was the Prez, but he stepped down and retired due to an injury from an accident a few years ago.

  The Hades Knights MC are family; therefore, I feel the pull to live the MC lifestyle. I've been so busy studying law that I've been unable to attend the Knights parties, underground MMA fights to have fun, and possibly meet a knight.

  Fuck, they're amazing men that have integrity, honor, loyalty, and know-how to love. That's what I want, one of those.

  Hell, not all of the MC's live by the same principals, but the Hades Knights are good men. Grandpa and his brothers created the bylaws.

  I'm working as an intern at the Reed and Patterson Law Firm. I'm so excited about this opportunity because I'm going to gain experience in investigating, assisting the paralegals, and the attorneys in preparing cases.

  I'll learn how to prepare and serve subpoenas, gather and review records, locate and interview clients, witnesses; In addition to all of this, I will take photos, make diagrams of crime scenes, and prepare reports.

  Also, I'll be gaining experience in writing memoranda of findings, briefs, researching issues, motions, and observing federal court proceedings.

  I'm proud of my sister Georgina, she's graduating as a paralegal, and we would love to work together in the same law firm, who knows, I might open my law firm.

  Fuckingtastic!

  Victoria, she's a year younger than me, the middle sister. She’s the Principal’s assistant at the middle school; she is the Assistant Principal. Vickie is mellow, loves to read, and is the shy sister. I know that she likes the idea of a Knight of her own but doesn't like to go to the party or MMA fights. Oh well, she'll meet a Knight in her own time.

  So, I don't know why I feel like I'm missing out. I think this pull; this desire to be involved in the MC lifestyle.

  But now I'm done with school; therefore, I'm going to have time to check out the Knights.

  Let me tell you, the bikers are hot!

  Hell yes!

  I walk into my home, looking around the living room, dropping my bag on the sofa.

  “Mom,” I call out, walking into the kitchen.

  “Sweetheart, what's up,” Mom says, stirring the spaghetti sauce, smiling at me.

  “Hey Mom, I'm so excited because I'm working on some cases. Of course, not completely on my own, but under the direction of Abby as her assistant,” I say, leaning against the kitchen countertop.

  “Paige, that's awesome. I'm thrilled to see that your hard work is starting to pay off,” Mom says, setting the spoon on the countertop.

  “I know, right. Where's Vickie and Gina? Are they home,” I ask, walking to the cabinet. I take out my favorite turquoise glass to get some ice water.

  “Yes,
they're in the bedroom looking on the internet for bridesmaids dresses. Your Dad is taking a nap,” Mom says, pulling out the lettuce, tomatoes, and spinach from the refrigerator.

  “Ohhhh. . . . that's so exciting. I need to see what my sisters are looking at because I want it to be beautiful,” I say, crossing my arms.

  Mom laughs, shaking her head, making the salad.

  “Sweetheart, you girls don't have to worry about what looks good because everything looks amazing,” Mom says, throwing back her head laughing.

  A minute later, my sisters race down the hall, laughing run into the kitchen

  “Mom, check out the dress that I want you to wear,” Georgina yells, walking into the kitchen, holding her tablet. She stops next to Mom, sliding the tablet in front of her.

  “Oh yes, that is a lovely dress,” Mom says, giggling.

  Victoria walks right behind her, giggling, adjusting her messy bun.

  “It’s about time you got home,” Victoria says, walking over to me.

  “Yeah, I was reviewing the new case because I want to do my best,” I say, looking at the tablet.

  “We found a few dresses that are super cute,” Victoria says, smiling.

  My sisters and I look like Mom, and some people often think that we’re triplets. We have Mom’s bowed full lips, big light green eyes with long eyelashes, a reasonably small nose. We’re tall like Dad, which is good because we don’t have a weight problem.

  “Let me see,” I say, walking over to look over my Mom’s shoulder.

  “Look, Paige, I really like this dress because it’s so damn sexy, but Victoria likes this one because it’s classic,” Georgina says, pointing at the dress on the tablet.

  “Yeah, they’re both really cute. Maybe the bridal store has them to try them on,” I say, nodding, looking at the other dresses.

  “Yes, that’s a great idea! I’ll make an appointment to look for both dresses,” Georgina says, chuckling.

  “Hey, I want to go to the Knights party tonight, Vickie; let’s go,” I say, bopping my head and shaking my body.

  “Oh my gosh, you two are too much! First Georgina and now you. Okay, I’ll go tonight with you,” Vickie says, rolling her eyes, crossing her arms.

  “Awesome, you’re so uptight Victoria, you gotta loosen up. I want to go after dinner,” I say, laughing.

  “Okay, I’m in,” Victoria says, beaming.

  Two

  Casper

  The sound of the whip is music to my ears. I consistently whip the soles, precisely on the arch of the Motherfucker’s bare feet.

  Hell yes!

  I watch the punk struggle to get loose from the restraints, screaming for help. Right, the son of a bitch can scream all he wants. Nobody can hear him out here in the middle of nowhere.

  The Anarchy Kings MC clubhouse is on several acres in the outskirts of Redding, CA. That’s right; we own Redding, nothing happens without our okay.

  You’ll be amazed at how painful foot whipping is. I can see the welts swelling, as the skinny Motherfucker cries like a little girl. I tied the scrawny bastard to the steel table.

  Let me tell you a little about foot whipping. This method of inflicting pain is used all over the world as corporal punishment because traditionally considered as a symbol of domination and imprisonment.

  When the whip hits the arch of your bare feet, you instantly experience pain that stings and burns. The pain is disproportionately severe compared to the applied force. The pain automatically spreads through your body.

  Why do I use it as one of my methods to extract information?

  I know it works.

  It makes the canary sing really quick.

  Less time wasted.

  Therefore, it’s the first method of torture in my playbook.

  In addition, I personally experienced the excoriating pain.

  The bastard, my foster father, tied me up and applied this punishment. The Motherfucker was raping my foster sister Suzy; she was only thirteen. She was like a sister that I never had, and she was so sweet and delicate. Suzy always saved me some of her milk because the foster son of a bitch only gave me water.

  I was fifteen, and I couldn’t bear to see the bastard hurt her. I was tall for my age, but no way in hell did I have the motherfuckers strength or the bulk. I still gave it all I had! I pushed him off her and sat on his stomach, smacking his face.

  It was only for a few minutes because the bastard raised his hips, bucking me off of him.

  The son of a bitch beat the hell out of me, tied me up on his worktable in the garage, and then whipped my feet until I lost consciousness.

  The next day, I ran away.

  Yeah, it only happened only once.

  The social service picked me up from my friend's home. The social worker took me to another foster home.

  The son of a bitch raped and killed Suzy after he finished beating me. Motherfucker went to jail for rape and murder.

  The only thing that makes me happy is knowing that the bastard was put away like the dog that he is. He wouldn’t abuse another little girl again. A couple of years ago, I learned that the son of a bitch was stabbed to death in the yard in Folsom prison.

  I never knew my parents; I don’t know if they’re alive or dead.

  I don’t care!

  I hope that they burn in hell.

  I signed up in the Army soon as I could. What else could I do? I got paid, I was fed, and I learned some skills. I did three tours in the Army in Afghanistan.

  That was enough for me; it was hell. So yeah, all of my demons are from my tour in Afghanistan, and the fabulous childhood.

  Fuck, it was Craptastic!

  Yeah, the killer skills are ingrained in me, but it’s all good since it’s useful as the Enforcer.

  I’m grateful that the Anarchy Kings accepted me as their brother. I finally have a family, one that really cares about me, that will give their life for me as I would for them.

  My brother Michail invited me to check out the Anarchy Kings MC. We were in the same unit in the Army, and I ran into him at the airport a couple of months later.

  Michail urged me to check out the MC. I did, and for the first time in my life, I felt at home.

  I started to prospect and got patched a year later. Now, after six years, I’m the Enforcer.

  It’s the best thing I ever did was to become a member of the notorious one-percenter, the Anarchy Kings MC.

  Fuckingtastic!

  I’m the Enforcer; therefore, part of my job is to extract information, by all means, protect the MC from motherfuckers that what a piece of us, enforce the MC’s by-laws, take care of the collections, terminate objections, threats, obstacles, and I assist the Sergeant At Arms.

  As the Enforcer, you can say that I make the motherfuckers sing, make them give me the information.

  “Whoosh,” the sound of whip hisses, as the whip hits the arch of the skinny bastard’s feet.

  Dominic, my brother by choice, is the Sergeant At Arms for the Anarchy Kings MC.

  Dominic caught Spider breaking into our warehouse.

  Son of a bitch is going to regret it. I will get the information that we need.

  Period!

  “Stop,” screams the Motherfucker.

  I let him yell and watch him pull at the chains for a few minutes longer.

  “Stop, you son of a bitch,” yells the skinny little punk that goes by Spider. He has a fucking web tattoo on his ugly mug. Yeah, the Spider is crawling up his thin neck.

  Spider is a member of the s Cougars sport bike club. Yeah, they ride a crotch rocket and are from Red Bluff, California. The motherfuckers aspire to take over our turf and our business.

  Right, they’re not very bright.

  It’s not happening.

  “Why were you breaking into our warehouse,” I probe, spreading my legs wide, holding the whip in my hands. I stare at the Motherfucker turning the whip in my hands.

  “I was going to insert a camera inside the warehouse,” Sp
ider rasps, staring at the ceiling.

  “What’s the objective,” I ask, furrowing my eyebrows together, pursing my lips tight in a line.

  Well, at least I didn’t have to get bloody, but that doesn’t mean that he’ll live another day.

  The son of a bitch gave me all of the information while I took some drags of my cigarette.

  I smile as he cries and yells to let him go as I walk away. I exit the room, walking out of the building behind the clubhouse. I walk into the back door of the clubhouse, down the hall, turning to the right to my Prez Stan’s office to give him the information.

  Some people would say that I’m broken, damaged, but I tell you that you're fucking crazy.

  I absolutely fucking disagree.

  I don’t need some damn pills; they are a crazy shrinks solution to help me with my demons.

  I’m doing just fine.

  In fact, when I’m doing my job, it’s sweet therapy. Fuck, I do what I do because it’s my type of therapy.

  Hell, you might think that it’s sick, but I don’t. These motherfuckers deserve every single minute of my attention.

  I love to make them sing, even when they think that they wouldn’t. I love to see them weak after the hell that they've suffered in my hands. I especially love to see the fear in their eyes when they realize that they’re breathing their last breath.

  Fuck, I know that the average Joe wouldn’t understand what I do for my brothers, fuck, not even the brothers know how I do it.

  The Anarchy Kings MC is my family, and I do whatever it takes to protect my brothers. The MC saved me from going crazy, hell, I know you think that I am, but I’m not.

  As the Enforcer, my job is to enforce the bylaws, I do all of the collections, terminate objections, obstacles, threats, and I assist my bro Dominic, the Sergeant At Arms.

  I’m fucking proud of doing what I do for the Kings. Fuck yes, we’re a one-percenter, and considered an outlaw, but we’re the best thing that ever happens to you if you get the chance to enter the family.