A Dangerous Game (Masters of Chaos MC Book 1)

by Eden Rose

  I know she needs to be here to ensure her safety but I sure as shit don’t want to look at her and her judgemental eyes. I haven’t set my eyes on her since she left three years ago.

  The years have been good to her, I will give her that. I haven’t watched one of those skin movies she’s in but I’ve Googled her.

  What can I say? She’s my first love… And will be my last.

  We’re sitting in Bishop’s room waiting to find out what we’ve got to do next when the door flies open and one of the prospects come running in.

  Growling at him, I demand to know what he’s doing in here instead of guarding the door. “What the fuck do you think you’re doin’ in here?”

  Someone tried to kill our president. We’re not taking any chances. Absolutely none.

  Fuck that shit.

  “We need some of the brothers at the compound,” he wheezes out from running.

  I roll my eyes. These pweebs are too sensitive nowadays. Too the-sky-is-falling for my taste.

  We all grumble under our breaths about how they have become little bitches.

  “For fuck’s sake! Someone blew up the gate!”

  “What the fuck d’ya mean someone blew up the gate?”

  The pweeb’s breathing has slowed but he’s still a little winded. “Someone threw a pipe bomb through the gate and blew it open. Knocked out all the cameras around the compound. Someone’s planning something.”

  “Fuck!” Bishop yells out. “What are y’all waitin’ for? Why are you sittin’ with me? Get your asses to the clubhouse and make sure no one’s touched our guns or merch!”

  The thirty or so brothers that have gathered in the room of our fallen leader, push out of their spots and run out the door. I take one last look at Bishop. “We gotta get Sin back,” I mutter.

  He squeezes his eyes shut. “I know. Get my girl back.”

  I shake my head trying to fight the urge to argue with him over who’s girl she is. She’s mine. She’s always been mine. She will always be mine.

  Sinclair has got the legs of a goddess. They are long, tan and hanging off the back of Bishop’s bike. She’s got to be adopted. There’s no way in fuckin’ hell Bishop has a daughter this beautiful.

  “Hey, beautiful,” I murmur to her and stick my hand out for her to grab it and help her off the bike.

  She bypasses my hand and slips off the bike without any help.

  “Hey, yourself. What’s a lady gotta do to get something to drink around here?”

  “Try being a lady first!” Elvis calls over to her with a blonde chick in his lap.

  Sinclair flips him off. “I am too a lady!”

  Chuckling to himself, he takes a swig off his beer. “You ain’t no fuckin’ lady. You’re just Sin.”

  “What would you like to drink, gorgeous?” I ask her. If no one else is going to get her a drink, I will. Hell, I would bring the whole bar out to her.

  Smiling like a damn princess in a valley full of criminals, she makes my dick thicken in my jeans. “Yes, please. I would love a beer.”

  “Check her identification!” Elvis nags.

  Looking her up and down, I smirk. There’s no way in hell this little angel is anything but of age. “Already did.”

  Sinclair’s holding her hand out to me. I look down at her chipped black nails and a skull ring on her middle finger. The woman is a contradiction. A mixture of heaven and hell all in one.

  And I can’t wait to debauch the angel and spring myself into hell.

  Sure enough, the gates are blown to fuckin’ shreds and there’s shrapnel everywhere.

  “Who the fuck did this?” Skull hollers while parking his bike.

  The thunder from the Harleys drone out and we’re all standing around the gate that has been bombed.

  Around the gates, or where the gates used to be, metal is haphazardly lying on the ground with a blanket of bullets.

  “Whoever wants a fuckin’ war is about to get it,” I mumble. “This is gettin’ fuckin’ ridiculous!”

  “This is personal. Not someone who just decided to pick off the local MCs. We need to check out what is left of the recording,” Elvis suggests.

  “We need to clean this shit up and get the gate back up,” I suggest. “If someone’s watchin’ us right now, they can pick us without our gate.”

  Skull, one of the other brothers, speaks up. “The boy’s right. We need to get this gate figured out. Get ahold of the steel and we’ll build us a new one. No party tonight. We need to get this figured out.”

  Rubbing the back of my neck, I feel the weight of someone’s stare. I turn to peer over my shoulder but I don’t see anyone other than the brothers. “Get down!” I bark and jump to the ground.

  “What the fuck-”

  The sounds of fire cracking through the air has all of us jumping into action. Our guns are drawn and we’re ducked behind our busted gates for protection. Since the gate was designed to keep us safe on the inside, we’re having to use all our resources to make sure we’re protected.

  “Where the fuck they comin’ from?” Shouts Spaz.

  I stick my head out from behind the iron gate pieces hoping to see if I can see anyone. Or see anything. “Fuck!” I yell out. I can see the smoke coming off the barrels of the guns through the haze of night. “They are hiding behind the trees!” I can’t tell the number of people but I have a feeling it’s more than a couple.

  We’re definitely getting fucked with.

  The haze from the smoke is blinding and thick. Chokingly thick.

  Elvis is behind me and he’s grabbing my arm to stop me from peeking out more. “Stay the fuck down, boy! You want to join up with the prez in the hospital?”

  Then, just as quickly as it all began, it's over. My ears have a giant echo piercing through them from the constant shooting but I still hear the sliding of a van door being slammed shut and the squealing of tires speeding out of the dirt.

  Once I hear the door shut, I duck out of my protection and fire. Each shot is missed because the van speeds off quickly. So what if I wasted a whole clip?

  “What the actual fuck?” Spaz shouts out while he comes out from his hiding spot. “Is everyone okay?”

  My dad claps me on the shoulder. “You good, man?”

  I nod. “I’m good. We gotta find out who’s doin’ this before it’s too late. Before Sin gets here, we gotta know who’s targetin’ us. Nothin’ can happen to her!” I declare to my dad. “Dad, who’s doin’ this? How did they know we were on our way back? They have to have surveillance on us.”

  “Looks that way. Looks as if whoever the jack fucks are, they want to blow us off the map!”

  Elvis clears his throat. “Hate to break up this father-son moment but someone’s gotta call Thorn.”

  Haha. I don’t have to do shit. I’m an enforcer. I enforce the rules and make sure everyone’s doing what they are supposed to. Plus, I get to collect money owed. I like that part.

  “Let’s put him on speaker,” Spaz suggests while he pushes pieces of the scrapnal out of the way. “I want to hear how he’s gettin’ along with Sinclair. I have a feeling he’s having a harder time than we are. That girl was always a pistol.”

  Just what I needed. Another reminder of how Sin was the perfect ol’ lady. How she knew the rules and didn’t act like some girly girl who didn’t want to get dirty. She especially loved her burnt orange Harley Bishop and Candy got her for her sixteenth birthday. Before everything went to hell.

  She loved riding bikes ever since she could sit on one. The girl was destined to be a biker’s ol’ lady but I proved her right. I proved to her we’re all just a bunch of pussy hunters.

  “Yo!” Thorn answers the phone in his normal timbre of a voice.

  Fuck. That means shit didn’t go well with Sinclair. This is probably a horrible time to menton the ambush but he needs to know. He needs to know that our gate is blown up.

  “Look, man, I’ve got some bad fuckin’ news,” my dad states.

  “W
hat’s that? Can’t be any worse than seeing my sister at her fuckin’ job. Did you know that they actually stick the camera in to get a better look at her? I can’t fuckin’ believe it. My sister’s like a damn prostitute.”

  I know that she’s been with other guys- fuck, she’s a porn star!- but hearing out loud she’s banged other guys doesn’t make my jealousy go away. I miss sliding inside her. Watching her eyes roll to the back of her head when I hit her G-Spot. Or how she’d wink at me as I fucked her mouth.

  Yeah, sex with her was amazing. I also miss her fiery side. She had the power to demand attention.

  I grunt and try to do my best to not seem affected at the news. I fuckin’ hate her being a porn star. I don’t think any ex wants their exs to be a porn star! God damn it.

  “We had a problem back at the compound. Someone fuckin’ bombed us and blew the gate apart.”

  Thorn whistles in the back of his throat. “Are the brothers all right?”

  “Yeah, man,” I answer. “We’re good. The same mother fuckers shot us up just now.”

  “What the fuck you mean?”

  Spaz bares his teeth at me to show how he’s pissed. This guy and his damn teeth. “We’re good.”

  He growls. “You better tell me what the fuck happened.”

  “We came back to the compound to take a look at these gates then a driveby happened. We don’t know much more,” Spaz answers.

  I throw my hands up in the air as he stares me down. My bad. I guess I shouldn’t have mentioned that. “We need to up security. How are the tapes? Anyone check those?”

  “Roman is doing that,” my dad answers. “Roman’s going to see if he can he it work.”

  “How’s it goin’ with Sin?” I chance.

  He chuckles. “How do you think?”

  “That good, huh?”

  Thorn’s voice turns deadly. “If she

  doesn’t get her shit packed and on my bike by tomorrow, I need some help hog-tying her!”

  My eyes twinkle at the thought of seeing her wrapped in ropes.

  “Sounds good to me.” I remember the time that I tied her up and she begged me to let her come. I kept her on the edge for thirty minutes before I let her come so hard she almost passed out.

  SINCLAIR

  Climbing onto the back of Thorn’s bike is surreal. It's been a long time since I’ve been on a bike and to be honest, I never thought I would get back on one again.

  Why am I going back to a place where everyone thinks I’m some kind of whore? They forget that in the time since I’ve been in porn, I have finished my degree and have been living comfortably. It's flesh money. Bite me.

  My nerves are a jumbled mess and Thorn’s cocky smile on his face tells me that he’s well aware of this. “You just love this, don’t you?” I retort with sass.

  He shrugs and leads me through the hospital. Throughout the four hour drive back to this stupid ass city I ran from, I tried to think of all the ways I could jump off the back of the bike without killing myself. Yeah, it would have been nice to get the fuck out of here, but I’m not interested in scratching up my face or body.

  Like that would get me work again.

  It’s bad enough that I’m going to have to grovel to get back into one of Jim’s flicks again. Luckily for me, he’s got a bit of a crush on me and would do just about anything to make me happy.

  Or to keep me.

  Thorn smirks at me once we get into the elevator. “Are you ready to see the brothers?”

  “I’m staring at my brother,” I reply.

  He shakes his head. “You know that’s not what I meant. Don’t be a fuckin’ bitch now that you’re back.”

  “Did you drag me out of shooting to fucking insult me, Thorn? If that’s the case, I will have Jim come get me now.”

  Thorn’s hand slaps the emergency STOP button and the elevator stops moving ruptly.

  “You think I like the fact that my sister is into porn? You think I like the fact that my brothers watch you in porn? Do you?” He thunders at me.

  I place my hands on my hips and purse my lips. “Since you watched so much of it, I’m surprised you didn’t try to hook up with one of the actresses!”

  “The only reason why you’re here is because someone’s attacking our family.”

  “Your family,” I murmur and watch his face crumble. “Dad refused to help me pay for college. I had to find a way to pay for school and live. You didn’t want to help me either so don’t give me that shit.”.

  Thorn’s hand slaps the button again and the elevator rises through the floors.

  “Glad to see you’re still a stubborn bitch,” he mutters under his breath.

  Smiling with fake pride, I wave my hand at him like I’m the queen. “Bless your heart!”

  The sting from being pushed out the family is still there but being back here is already going to be hard enough. It’s already going to be difficult to see everyone. To have everyone talk to me like I’m a stranger and not the kid-sister who followed them around.

  What can I say? I didn’t grow up with Barbie dolls and Baby Alive. I grew up with men in leather who carried guns. The first time I shot a gun was amazing. I never picked up a doll again.

  Once we get to the fifteenth floor, my nerves are going crazy. I’ve filmed hundreds of videos where I’m naked but seeing my dad after all these years isn’t something I’m interested in. Hell, it's got me more nervous than all those filming jitters combined.

  The door slides open and I take a step out but walk right into a wall.

  A hot. Breathing. Wall. With. Arms.

  Fuck me.

  I know exactly who it is before I even have time to process the fact that I walked right into him. His arms are wrapped around my waist with a sly smile playing on his lips. The man looks every bit of the bad boy I fell in love with as a teenager. He looks every bit of the sexy boy who took my virginity in the back of his mother’s car in highschool. Yeah, he’s exactly the same.

  My blood boils a little at that thought.

  My skin overheats and I jump back a little as if he burned me. Which he did.

  He did burn me, three years ago and just now by touching me.

  “Sinclair, welcome home, cupcake!”

  I turn on my heels to see Elvis smiling at me with his gold teeth gleaming in the lights. The man has been an uncle to me for my entire life and it's good to see him. Of course, I’m not sure if I’m ready to admit that.

  “Elvis! How are ya?” I ask him bracing myself for the hug I know is coming.

  The man has always been a hugger.

  He wraps me in his arms and squeezes me tightly. “My, my! My little cupcake has made her way home!”

  I gasp at the strength of his hug. “I’m glad to see you too!”

  He kisses me loudly on the cheek and pushes me back so he can look at me up and down. “I see ya doin’ well with what you’re doin’.”

  And here we go.

  “Yeah.”

  “You’re old man is gonna flip when he sees ya!”

  I shrug but I feel the weight of Hulk’s stare on my backside. He’s watching me like a hawk trying to see if I’m going to strike at him. Maybe he thinks I’m still bitter about the fact he cheated on me three years ago and didn’t even try to hide it.

  Nah, I’m not bitter. I’m still fucking pissed off.

  A throat’s cleared behind me and I turn my head to see Thorn looking towards the left. “We need to get in there.”

  Smiling awkwardly at the guys I used to consider my family but are complete strangers to me now, I walk to where Thorn’s pointing.

  “Let's get this shit over with,” I mutter under my breath.

  “Sin!”

  I shrug off the hand which grabs my shoulder and walk into the hospital room of my father. The man who told me if I followed my dreams he would never help me again. I already know he’s going to say something about my career and how I need his help. I don’t need his help. I got forced to come.

>   “What happened now, dad?” I ask him.

  The man looks frail. Hardly the menacing guy who stared down my teachers if they gave me a bad grade. Hardly the man who would glare at any of the brothers for looking at me too long. He looks weak.

  He looks old.

  “Same ol’, same ol’.”

  “Obviously not,” I retort while crossing my arms. “There’s something going on if I got dragged here.”