by Erin Trejo
One More Try
One More Try
Knights of Sin MC
By Erin Trejo
Copyright 2017@erintrejo
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Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Chapter 61
Chapter 1
Shannon
I was always told that with darkness—comes light. I thought I was finally finding that light, only to have it ripped away from me by reality.
When I was kidnapped, I thought my life was over. I thought I was going to die. When Aubrie forced me to live another day, I was almost pissed. I didn’t want to live. The nights that I have to spend alone are the hardest. Their faces, their scents. It all surrounds me in a dreamlike state and pushes me deeper into my own hell.
I’m lying on my side, my cheek pressed against the cool tiles of the bathroom floor. I’m not me anymore. I’m not Shannon. I don’t know who I am... but I hate her. I hate the girl that I’ve become. She’s weak.
I hear the door open and have no doubts that someone heard me crying out in my sleep. They always do. As much as I like the feelings I have staying at the clubhouse, there are times I feel overwhelmed. My Uncle Bomber, has made sure I was well taken care of since I’ve been here, though, so I shouldn’t complain.
“This tile taken?” I glance up and see Link standing there with a handful of Twizzlers. My favorite sweet treat. I don’t have it in me to make a move, though. I just close my eyes.
I can feel his presence like always.
He lies down, much the same as me. His hand wraps around my waist as he pulls me closer to him. It’s a strange feeling to have Link care about me. I know he does, he’s told me so many times, I can’t count. I love Link like a brother, but nothing more.
“Same dream?” he asks. I nod my head once. Link knows me. He knows what haunts me and much to my surprise, he seems to understand.
“They’ll fade, sweetheart. It hasn’t been that long. You know you’re better than that, right?” Same question that he already knows the answer to.
“I’m not, Link. Can we not do this right now?” He always tells me I’m better than what I think I am. I know I’m not. I’m disgusting. I feel disgusting.
I was used by so many people, just to come here and be used again.
This baby of Bash’s—that’s growing inside of me—was just another one of my weaknesses.
He doesn’t want it. I don’t even think I want it.
“I’m here, Shan. Never doubt that.” A tear slides down my cheek as Link pulls me tighter into his chest. His hands stay wrapped tightly around me as he tucks my head under his chin.
Why is my life so complicated? When will the hell I live ever end?
Chapter 2
Sebastian
“That’s right, darlin’.” I guide the little blonde, up and down my dick. Her friends seem a little jealous that she’s getting the ride they all wanted.
Not that I give a shit. One is sucking on my neck, and the other is grabbing blondies tits. It’s a fucking sex-fest in this room. My dick is the happiest he’s been a long fucking time right now. I know I’m a sick son of a bitch, but I’m drunk and my mind is a mess. I need this shit right now.
“Come on, darlin’,” I growl as I raise my hips. Blondies mouth hangs open as I pump into her. This isn’t my usual kind of fuck either. This is mild.
In my reality, I want this bitch tied to my bed, bleeding for me. Since I’m a little drunk and horny, this will do for the moment. The one girl I want bleeding for me is the one I can’t have. It’s a sad part of my fucked-up world, too. The need to have something that you can’t. It’s always been that way for me. Even when I was little.
I guess that’s the part that messes with me the most. When I was younger, my life was shit. I had to beg on street corners for food or loose change. I had to watch my crack-whore of a mother as she overdosed so many times, I can’t even count. Hell, I had to endure the abuse at the hands of all her boyfriend’s just to be able to breathe.
When I fucked Shannon that one, lonely night, I thought I saw something in her. Something I’d never seen in anyone else. Something special. Do you know how fucking wrong that was for so many reasons? She’s the fucking President’s niece. She’s a kid. She’s going to fucking college for God’s sake and now she walks around looking as sad as I felt the day I found my mother dead.
I ruined part of her life. That baby she carries inside of her is mine. She walks around with a piece of a bastard in her. I feel like hell for it, too. Nothing good comes from me. Nothing at all.
When Bomber finds out that baby is mine, Hell is going to rise from the ashes. I don’t want it. I can’t be a fucking father. I never had one. I don’t know what to do with that. So, I play my part. As the bastard that I am—I stay away from her. I don’t look at her, at least that she knows of. I see her, though. Not just looking at her, I see the depths of her. And I fucking hate it.
I hate that she has a pull that I can’t get away from. I hate that I can see more in that girl’s heart and soul than I have ever seen in myself.
The one I can’t ruin.
Chapter 3
Shannon
“Hey, Shannon! Wait up,” Danna hollers as I walk out of my last class for the day. I may be pregnant, but I’m not stupid. I have re-enrolled in college classes after everything that happened. I don’t know why, though. Maybe I feel a sense of normalcy here? I don’t really know since I never really liked school but here I am.
“Hey. What’s up?” I ask her as I hold my books to my chest.
“There’s a party in a few weeks. I wanted to see if you’d come with me.” I don’t do parties. I don’t do much these days except wallow in my grief at the clubhouse.
“I don’t know, Danna. You know parties aren’t really my thing anymore.” Her smile fades but I know she knows this. She’s a good friend, but she likes to push.
“I know... but it will be fun,” she whines.
“I’ll be there to protect you.” His voice floats through me, making me smile.
“Will you?” I glance over my shoulder at Tyler as he smiles.
Tyler Griffin. College football player and hot as hell.
“I will.”
“In that case, how could I say no?” He flashes me his best heart stopping smile.
Tyler and I have been talking for a little over a month. He calls me his girlfriend but I don’t go with it. I can’t be anyone’s girlfriend. I’m fucking pregnant with Bash’s kid. I don’t think a college football player would like that very much but Tyler shows me a good time and he seems to care.
“I’m glad I could talk you into it. Hey, don’t forget about Sully’s tonight.” He presses his warm lips to my cheek, making me blush. “I’ll meet you there at nine.” He gives me a final wink before he rushes off for practice. Danna grabs my arm, grinning like a fool.
“Damn you, bitch. You always get all the hot ones.” We both watch as he runs across the campus. He is pretty hot.
“Not like it can go anywhere. He doesn’t want to be a dad,” I mumble. I turn to walk away when Danna grabs my arm.
“Hey, stop being so hard on yourself. I bet if you talked to him, he would understand.” If only it was that easy.
“Tell him what, exactly? Oh, I was kidnapped and raped. Then I was so fucking into myself that I got drunk and fucked one of my uncle’s club members? Not a good story to tell, Danna.” She huffs but she knows it’s the truth. He would never look at me the same if he knew that.
“You talk so down about yourself. Shit happens, Shannon,” she huffs before walking away.
Sometimes I wonder why I’m even friends with her. She has a way with words that makes me want to slit her throat. Maybe I’ve been around the guys at the clubhouse for too long.
I shake my head before I head toward my car. It’s that time of the day when I head back into my reality. The clubhouse isn’t that bad. I mean, yeah, there are skanks all over the place but the guys and their girls are mostly nice.
Aside from Bash.
Chapter 4
Sebastian
“The fuck were you thinkin’?” I hold the gun to the side of this assholes head. Stealing from us? What kind of idiot is he?
“I wasn’t thinkin’. I was stoned, man. Come on.” I cock my head to the side and look at Bullet as he grins.
“Stoned, huh? I’m pretty sure I’m stoned right now and I didn’t think about stealin’ shit,” Bullet adds as he looks at the little bitch in the chair in front of me.
“Come on, guys.” His hands shake as I chuckle.
“The only beggin’ I like is when it’s from a bitch’s mouth.” I pull the trigger and watch as his now lifeless body falls to the floor. I crack my neck and look back at Bullet.
“You are in a pissy mood, huh?” Bullet asks me. When am I not?
“Pissy? No. I think I’m in a rather good mood.” I point to the guy lying on the floor at his feet. Bullet laughs before stuffing his gun back into his jeans.
“Can’t believe that little fuck thought we wouldn’t see him. I mean, fuck! Link has this place wired up. You can see the goddamn cameras!” Bullet waves at the one in the corner, knowing damn good and well Link is back at the clubhouse watching this shit.
“Stupid kids,” I grumble.
“You don’t think he was with Rangers?” Bullet says as I look down at his lifeless body. The thought had occurred to me but the more I look at him, the more I think he’s just a tweaker.
“Nah, look at him. He pissed his pants. Ranger’s boys might be bitches but they wouldn’t have handled shit like that,” I say as I point my gun at the punk.
“Probably right. Link’s runnin’ a scan of the area just in case.” I nod at Bullet as I slide my gun into the back of my jeans. I step over the dead kid and walk toward the door.
With a shove, it pops open and lets in the cool night air when I yell, “Prospect! Clean this shit up!” The two prospects move in quickly and start cleaning.
Bullet and I step outside. I light up a cigarette and lean against the wall of the old barn we’ve been using to house our products. It was out in the middle of nowhere, which is why I wonder how the little fuck found it.
I blow out a ring of smoke when Bullet says, “How’s shit with Shannon?” I don’t want to talk about this with him. He knows that baby is mine. Hell, all the guys do. How Bomber doesn’t know yet is beyond me.
“Same as always. She hates me—I don’t care for her.” I take another hit of my cigarette before he steps in front of me. I can tell by the look on his face that I’m not going to like what he has to say... but Bullet is a good guy and I respect him.
“Say it, brother. Get that shit out in the open.” I raise my arms to make my point.
“She deserves better than the way you’re treatin’ her.” Like I don’t fucking know that already.
“Thanks for the pep talk, Dad.” I take a step when his hand comes up to my chest.
“I mean it, Bash! That girl fuckin’ cries out all night. She’s haunted, brother. Sad part about all of it is that Link is the one to comfort her.” He looks me in the eyes and I know he can feel the rage simmering in me. He’s pushing my fucking buttons, and he knows it.
“That supposed to mean somethin’?” I ask trying to keep my shit under control.
“Yeah, it means you know what the fuck you feel for that girl. It means that you are losin’ her to Link and when shit comes down, we’ll fuckin’ back him on it.” Bullet grits his teeth before he spins around and quickly walks away.
He’s right. I do feel things for her but there is nothing good in me. If Link can make her happy—who the hell am I to stand in the way?
Chapter 5
Shannon
I walk into the clubhouse and I’m greeted by Laura and baby Cory. My heart leaps with joy when I see them here.
“Gimme!” I squeal pulling him into my arms. I look down into the little face that looks so much like his daddy’s these days.
“You are getting cuter and cuter. But you look like your daddy,” I tell him. His little eyes beam up at me without a care in the world.
“That’s not a bad thing! I’m sexy as fuck.” Dax walks up throwing his arm around me.
“You think way too highly of yourself.” He flashes me that shit eating smile of his.
“I know it’s true. You know it, too.” He bumps his hip into mine. I can’t help but smile.
“He’s going to be a heartbreaker.”
“I got guns,” Laura adds, making me laugh.
“Fuck that. He’s gettin’ all the girls, just like his daddy,” Dax says when Laura punches him.
I pass Cory back to his mom and say, “Either way, he won’t have to work for it. You two make some good-looking babies.” Laura smiles but Dax do
esn’t.
“You know we’re all here for you, Shannon. No bullshit.” I look at Dax and nod, giving him the slight smile that I know they all want to see from me. I try my hardest to keep myself in check in front of them. The only one that knows I fall apart is Link.
“I know. I appreciate it. I have work to do.” Holding my bag up with another fake smile, I head toward the rooms.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and laugh at the funny meme Danna sent me when I slam into him.
“Shit! Sorry.” His hands land on my shoulders, fire beating its way throughout me. I don’t want to look at him, but he makes me.
His fingers slide under my chin, lifting my face. I try to avert my gaze but Bash has a way about him that doesn’t let you. You’re either looking at him or you’re not. There is no in between.
“My fault. I wasn’t lookin’. You ok?” His voice is calm. Too calm. He’s never like this with me.
“I’m fine,” I grit my teeth. After the talk me and him had when I first found out I was pregnant, I don’t have anything else to say to him.
“You don’t look fine.” His eyes move over my face.
“Get your hands off me, Bash.” I try to step back but his grip tightens. In fact, the man moves in closer.
“I like touchin’ you, Shan. You didn’t seem to mind when I ate that pussy like it was my last meal. Or when you rode me until you cried.” His breath is too close to me. My senses can’t handle this. I can’t handle this.
“Yeah, that was nice. Then it was over and we both sobered up.” His tongue runs over his bottom lip and God help me, my pussy clenches from the sight. Bash grins that sexy evil grin of his before he says, “I bet you’re wet right now, aren’t you, Shan?” I hate him for doing this to me. Why is he even talking to me?
“I might be.... Soaking wet.” I press myself closer to him, feeling his warmth before I add, “But it isn’t for you. It’s from the picture my boyfriend just sent me of his hot, naked, body. You know, football players are finely tuned machines. His sculpted muscles and all when they ripple under my touch.” I purposely moan just to get my point across to him. It works, too.