“There we go,” Jenkins called. He turned in a full circle with his arms stretched out. “Now the gang's all here.”
Jenkins looked like he had crawled out of a sewer. His long, blonde hair was slicked back; his clothes were filthy and ripped all over. His boots looked like he had just put them on and not bothered to lace them up.
“I can’t believe I didn’t get an invite to the club Christmas party.” Jenkins smiled wide and pointed at Wrecker. “But like I said, I did bring a present even though I was left off the guest list.”
“This motherfucker is crazy,” Pipe muttered.
“Makes him even more dangerous,” Boink whispered. “I’m gonna see if I can get outside without him noticing me.”
Pipe nodded, and Boink dropped to the floor without a sound.
Wrecker grabbed Jenkins’ attention. “We were trying to find an address to send an invite to, but you’re a hard man to find, Jenkins.”
Jenkins pulled a gun from his waistband, and everyone went on alert. “Isn’t that just funny how things like that work?” He used the barrel of the gun to itch his face and laughed. “I didn’t want to be found, but you keep sending people to look for me.” Jenkins laugh maniacally. “But they couldn’t find me. They got close one time.” He spread his arms out. “Alas, they just couldn’t find me.”
“What present did you want to give us?” Pipe asked.
“Oh, Pipe. The slightly loose cannon and vice president.” He waved the gun at Pipe, but his finger wasn’t on the trigger. “You could have gone places if you would have come to the River Valley chapter.”
Pipe shrugged. “Rockton is a better chapter for me.”
And not to mention Jenkins had destroyed the River Valley chapter. At one point in time, that had been the club to be a part of. Now, it was just a pile of rubble.
“True, true.” Jenkins dropped his arm. “But enough reminiscing, let’s get to the present, shall we?” Jenkins moved to the truck and pulled open the rear passenger door. “Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty.” Jenkins leaned into the SUV, but I couldn’t see what he was doing. It looked like he was pulling on something, but no one could see what it was.
Brinks’ body hit the floor hard, and he didn’t move.
“Merry Christmas!” Jenkins jumped down from the SUV and kicked Brinks’ foot. “I swear he’s just taking a nap.” He held up his hand that didn’t have a gun. “Scout’s honor.”
Something shifted behind Jenkins, and he turned quickly and fired three consecutive shots. Wendy would have told me we needed to put a bell on him.
“Swear to fucking Christ, Wrecker. If one of your asshole men try anything, I will kill you all.” Jenkins turned slowly, pointing his gun at each of us. His finger was on the trigger, and I knew this whack job wasn’t kidding.
“Try me and find out.” He blew a kiss to Pipe. “I know you’re a wildcard.”
Pipe slowly held up his hands. “Don’t even have a gun in my hands.”
Jenkins snickered. “Just because it’s not in your hand doesn’t mean it’s not within reaching distance.” Jenkins pointed at two overturned tables. “Try me and I’ll put a bullet in your ol’ lady.”
Pipe’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t say anything. Nikki must have been behind the table because normally Pipe would have cracked a joke or dared him to take the shot.
“Just let us know what you want in exchange for Brinks, Jenkins. We’ll get you anything you want.” Wrecker tried to get the attention back on him and off whatever Boink was doing outside.
“One thing I want.” He laughed and shrugged his shoulders. “I mean two things. Two things I want and then I’ll be on my merry way. Jingle bells and all that.”
“Name them.”
Jenkins held up one finger. “Cora.”
Alice gasped and clamored to stand up. “Keep your ass on the floor, woman,” Wrecker thundered.
She froze in place. “You can’t give him Cora,” she hissed.
“What is the other thing you want?” Wrecker asked.
“This is going to be the hard one for you.” Jenkins wiped his nose and smiled. “Let. Me. Go.” He whirled around and pointed his gun in the direction of Boink. “Let me out of here with Cora. Don’t chase after me. Just let me disappear into the night.”
“You destroy my clubhouse and I’m just supposed to let you go?” Wrecker shook his head.
“But it was so easy for you to destroy my clubhouse!” Jenkins yelled. “Fucking leveled to the ground. All you need to do is build a couple of walls and you’re back in business.” His finger rested on the trigger of his gun. “Agree or I kill your man on the other side of the wall.”
Wrecker stood stock still. “I give you Cora, let you leave, and I never see you again.”
“Sounds like the perfect agreement to me. Give me what I want and I disappear.” He plastered a wonky smile on his face. “You know I’m good at that. You just spent a month looking for me and just couldn’t get me.”
“Where’s Cora?” Wrecker called.
“She’s with Raven,” Clash called from the other side of the room.
“Sister,” Jenkins called. “Time to come home.”
Alice sobbed and yanked on Wrecker’s leg. “You can’t do this,” she pleaded.
Wrecker ignored her. “Cora.”
A ruckus sounded from where Clash said Cora were.
“No, I won’t let my brother do this to you,” Raven argued.
“Let me go,” Cora hissed. “I don’t want to be here anyway.”
Raven was scrappy, but Cora was the one girl I would not want to mess with.
“Raven,” Wrecker bellowed. “Leave her the fuck alone.”
Cora slowly rose up from behind the table and stood there.
Jenkins slowly walked over to her. “Time seems to have been in your favor, sister.”
I heard Adley sob, and it killed me to not be able to comfort her.
“What is this?” Jenkins called, his tone sick and twisted. “Are you Cora 2.0?” He turned to Wrecker. “Are you raising your whores from infancy now?”
“Get one inch closer to the girl and I swear to God, you won’t even see it coming.” Wrecker’s tone was murderous, and his intent was clear.
Jenkins held up his hands. “You can have that bitch. I can tell you that they’re more trouble than they are good.” He hitched his head to Cora. “I put the time in on her so I just want her.”
“Take her and get the fuck out of my sight.” Wrecker’s hands were clenched at his sides, and Alice was punching his leg.
Cora moved toward Jenkins, and when she was within distance, he snatched her by the hair and yanked her to the ground. “Welcome home, sister. There’s so much we need to catch up on.” He dragged her to the back of the SUV and shoved her inside.
“Well,” he called after he slammed the trunk shut. “It’s been grand catching up with you all, but I really do need to be going.” He moved to the driver’s side and stepped on Brinks. “You really should get him to a doctor.” He kicked his foot again, but Brinks didn’t move. “It might already be too late.”
Jenkins let off another peel of manic laughter and hopped into the SUV.
“You can’t let him leave!” Alice yelled. “Wrecker!”
Jenkins leaned out the driver’s window and pointed his gun at Wrecker. “Make one fucking move and I’ll kill you.” He shifted into reverse, his arm still out the window with the gun pointed at Wrecker, and backed out.
Alice sobbed uncontrollably and beat on Wrecker’s leg. “Don’t do this,” she pleaded.
Once Jenkins was out of view, he lifted Alice off the ground and leaned in until his nose was touching hers. “Trust me,” he growled low. He leaned back and thundered, “Everybody fucking trust me!”
He set Alice gently on the ground and stalked through the rubble of the clubhouse and dropped on his knees next to Brinks. “Call an ambulance!” he ordered.
Boink pulled his phone out and made the call.
/> I dropped back down to Wendy and gathered her in my arms.
She was sitting up and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Adley.”
All she cared about was making sure Adley was okay.
I lifted her in my arms and carried her over to where Cora had been.
Boink was on the phone calmly telling them to get to the clubhouse now with an ambulance.
Wrecker was frantically pumping on Brinks chest while Pipe was on the other side of him taking his pulse. “I can barely get a pulse, brother.”
“Slayer, please,” Wendy cried. “Brinks is dying.”
I didn’t know what to tell her. We had to get him to the hospital, and I prayed to God whoever was driving the ambulance that day drove like the devil was chasing him. “They got him, sugar. They’re doing everything they can.”
“Adley,” I called.
She popped up from behind the table where Cora had been hiding and ran straight into me. “Daddy,” she sobbed. “You have to go get her,” she pleaded.
I dropped Wendy to her feet and gathered Adley in my arms. “Get who, doll?”
“Cora,” she cried. “She saved me. She grabbed me before the SUV ran me over. We have to help her!” Adley was hysterical, her sobs shaking her whole body.
“Shh, doll. Don’t worry about Cora.” There wasn’t anything we could do for Cora right now.
Somehow, this hectic scene was all going according to plan.
Destruction.
Tears.
Heartbreak.
This is what was supposed to happen, but none of us knew if it was all going to be okay or if the end of this was going to be the new normal for the Fallen Lords.
It couldn’t end this way, right?
*
Chapter Twenty Two
Cora
He drove for hours, stopping twice for gas.
My head throbbed from where he had ripped out my hair, and my fingertips were stained with blood from the wound.
He had sectioned off the back of the SUV with bullet proof glass and the hatch was covered with haphazard pieces of metal screwed to chassis to cover the windows.
There was no way for me to get out.
“You think you could give me a blanket or something?” I called.
Jenkins eyes flashed in the rearview mirror. “Can’t sleep?”
I shook my head. “Kind of hard to do on hard plastic.”
The man who looked at me wasn’t anyone I knew. My brother was dead, and he had been replaced with this deranged psycho.
He pulled the SUV over to the side of the road and got out.
This was going to be my chance to escape. I needed to be faster and smarter than him.
The windows of the SUV were tinted pitch black, and it was so dark outside that I lost view of where he went. I squinted through the side window and tried to see him.
The hatch quickly popped open, and I didn’t have a chance to react.
Jenkins pressed a gun to the side of my head and whispered. “This should help you sleep, bitch.”
Pain exploded through my head, and the world went dark.
The End
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Fallen Lords MC, Book 9
January 29th
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Drop a Gear and Disappear
Kings of Vengeance MC
Book 1
Chapter One
Quinn
A lady in the streets and a freak in the bed…
“Come with me, baby.”
Kimber rolled into my side. “I’ll pass.”
I looked down at her naked body and ran my fingers over her smooth, flawless skin. “You’re gonna have to come there one day.”
“But today is not that day, Quinn.”
“It’s Gear, baby.”
She snorted and tipped her head back to look at me. “Okay, Quinn.”
I fucking hated my name, yet Kimber insisted on calling me it even though I finally got my road name from the Rolling Devils. “You gotta learn to tolerate the club, baby. I know you don’t like it, but you gotta not hate it.”
“Mmhmm,” she hummed under her breath and laid her head back on my shoulder. Her hand slid across the expanse of my chest, and her fingers trailed over the tattoo of an eagle holding a skull. “But you don’t need to leave just yet,” she whispered.
“Soon.”
“Maybe I need to remind you what will be waiting for you while you’re fetching beers for all of your club buddies.”
“I do more than that.”
“Right,” she drawled.
At least on normal days, I did more than that. On nights like tonight, I did basically just fetch beer and booze the whole time. “So what exactly are you going to do to make me not forget about you?”
She rolled onto her back and slowly raised her hands over her head. “It’s more like what are you going to do.”
I turned onto my side and slid my hand down between her tits. “Daddy’s choice?” I whispered.
Her eyes flared with desire.
I was a lucky fucker to have Kimber in my bed.
The saying “a lady in the streets and a freak in the bed” was Kimber to a T.
During the day, she worked at a doctor’s office where she answered phones and dealt with bitchy ass people with a smile on her lips, and at night, she was my naughty little minx who couldn’t get enough of me.
I grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over onto her stomach. “On your knees, ass in the air.”
She scampered up to her knees and wiggled her ass at me. I moved behind her, my knees between her legs, and slapped her ass. “Always hungry for my cock,” I growled.
She looked over her shoulder at me with her bottom lip between her teeth and nodded her head. “Always,” she whispered.
My hand wrapped around my cock, and I stroked up and down with my eyes never leaving hers. “Greedy pussy.”
She reared back and bumped her ass against my hand. “Stop talking and start doing.”
I gripped the globe of her ass and parted her cheeks. Her pussy was dripping, and the bud of her ass begged to be fucked. “Anything I want, baby?”
“I guess that all depends on what time you need to leave,” she replied coyly.
I knew I didn’t have the time to fuck her properly. She was trying to distract me from going to the club, but I couldn’t miss the party. I pressed my dick against the entrance to her pussy and slowly pushed in. “Your ass is mine later tonight,” I promised.
She reared back again, her ass grinding against me. “Promises, promises,” she muttered.
Damn right, it was a fucking promise. It was one I planned on keeping, too. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you aren’t going to be able to get out of bed the whole time I’m gone.”
“Yes,” she hissed.
I put a hand on her hip and thrust de
ep. “Who do you belong to, Kimber?” I demanded.
“You,” she breathed out.
“Say my name.”
A sultry laugh fell from her lips. “Does one name get me a fucking and the other a spanking?”
“Damn straight, baby. Choose carefully.”
She rubbed her ass against me and flexed the walls of her pussy around my dick. “As fun as a spanking sounds, I need your dick.”
I slowly pulled out then slammed back into her. “Like that? You want it hard?”
She groaned and shook her head. “Yes, Daddy.”
I let go of her hair and grabbed her hips.
She dropped her head to the mattress and braced her arms. “Please, Gear. Fuck me.”
She spoke the words she knew would drive me crazy and give her exactly what she wanted.
With each thrust of my hips, she moaned my name.
My fingers dug into her hips as I held her still and drove into her. “Tell me again,” I grunted.
“I’m yours,” she gasped. “I’m yours, Gear.”
I felt her climax climbing and moved faster. “Play with yourself, baby.” I was going to come soon, and I wanted her pussy to milk every last drop of cum from me.
Her hand snaked between her legs. “Gear, please,” she pleaded. “Fuck me.”
While her fingers stroked her clit, my dick pounded her pussy.
“I’m…I’m coming,” she whimpered. “Gear…please.”
Her pussy contracted around my dick as her orgasm washed over her, and she ripped my release from me. “Fuck yeah,” I grunted. “Take it all, baby.”
She panted my name then buried her face in the pillow.
The final tremors rocked through me, and I fell onto the mattress next to her.
She dropped the rest of the way and partially rolled into me.
I threw an arm over her and pulled her close. “Sure you don’t want to come with me?” I asked again. “We could find a room at the clubhouse and find the time to do that all over again.”
She laughed and shook her head. “Or I could just stay here, eat some pizza, and sleep until you get home.”
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