by Ethan Egorov
Outlaw MC: The Complete Boxset
Ethan Egorov
Contents
Join the Tribe
Hawk: Outlaw MC Prequel
1. Rafe
2. Spencer
3. Logan
4. Kit
5. Darrius
Join the Tribe
Sparrow: Outlaw MC I
1. Sparrow
2. Jeannine
3. Sparrow
4. Jeannine
5. Spencer
6. Jeannine
7. Spencer
8. Spencer
9. Jeannine
10. Jeannine
11. Spencer
12. Jeannine
13. Spencer
14. Jeannine
15. Spencer
16. Jeannine
17. Spencer
18. Jeannine
19. Jeannine
20. Spencer
Epilogue: Jeannine
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Cardinal: Outlaw MC II
1. Rafe
2. Paige
3. Rafe
4. Paige
5. Roland
6. Paige
7. Roland
8. Paige
9. Roland
10. Paige
11. Roland
12. Paige
13. Roland
14. Paige
15. Roland
16. Paige
Epilogue: Roland
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Falcon: Outlaw MC III
1. Logan
2. Chantal
3. Logan
4. Chantal
5. Logan
6. Chantal
7. Chantal
8. Logan
9. Chantal
10. Logan
11. Logan
12. Chantal
13. Logan
14. Chantal
15. Logan
16. Chantal
17. Logan
Epilogue: Chantal
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Robin: Outlaw MC IV
1. Kit
2. Emily
3. Kit
4. Emily
5. Kit
6. Emily
7. Kit
8. Emily
9. Kit
10. Emily
11. Emily
12. Kit
13. Emily
14. Kit
15. Emily
16. Kit
17. Kit
18. Emily
19. Emily
20. Kit
Prologue: Kit
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Owl: Outlaw MC V
1. Darius
2. Amy
3. Darius
4. Amy
5. Darius
6. Amy
7. Darius
8. Amy
9. Amy
10. Darius
11. Amy
12. Darius
13. Amy
14. Darius
15. Amy
16. Darius
17. Amy
Epilogue: Darius
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Hawk: Outlaw MC Prequel
Synopsis
The Outlaws started with nothing but a common leader.
My life had always been unbearable.
It was loud and unstable.
I joined the club to find my purpose.
To give myself peace of mind.
Today, the town is our arena and the MC Club room is home.
Our President, Tank, is ruthless.
The five Outlaw men continue to reign under his leadership.
Power is the name of the game.
We’re dangerous, insatiable and know how to protect our women.
And we stop at nothing until we emerge victorious.
1
Rafe
The heat of the asphalt rose, hitting me in the face as I sped down the winding road. I was miles out, but anyone in town could hear me by now because it was that small. Sometimes I took this drive just to clear my head, and it needed a lot of clearing today.
I pulled into the drive way of the club, a huge lot of bikes and a few cars lined up. I parked by the garage, where the rest of the execs were parked out of sight. In the garage, three cars were hoisted in the air, right where I left them. The garage here was a front, but I ended up being the club’s mechanic during the day.
From the outside, I could hear the pounding music competing with the setting sun. West Tennessee air fills my senses as I breathe in, feeling back home for the first time in a while. I took a few months away from the club, after Spencer started making trouble back home, I had to go, being my brother and all, I’m responsible for him since it is just us. I need to find a way to help him but right now, I need to take care of club business too.
I cross the double door threshold and am flooded with the loud music, the bass making the words turn to mush. It isn’t that crowded because it is early evening, everyone is familiar to me and when they see me, they erupt in cheers.
“Look who’s back!” Kit brings attention to me first, standing from his place at the bar and heading my way. He is big, had to have his bike specially made, the dark hair and eyes make him look scary as hell, the beard too, but he really isn’t. Only a handful of guys at the club are actually scary, mean, and I don’t even see them around much.
“Hey man, how are ya?” I grin at him, we shake hello and half hug. I can’t say I didn’t miss them; the atmosphere already comes back to me full force.
“Good, been holding down the fort with you gone.” We start to walk into the bar, he claps my neck and squeezes, laughing.
“I doubt that, I left those same cars in the garage when I left.” I shove him back playfully and we reach the bar.
Logan is tending bar tonight, a long-time club member as well, and he greets me the same way but with a beer in hand. Logan has been in the club for a while and is a treasurer on the exec board. He handles all our money, anything financial goes through him and this place would go belly up without him. We keep the garage running and a graphic design shop in town as a cover for our less than legal practices. Our MC is like most others, we are outlaws after all, just like it says on our cut. But we try not to bother people who don’t bother us, we try to protect the people in our town if they need it, and we don’t make trouble. So far, we have kept the police away from us, the feds haven’t been up our asses, so I could say it has been working.
“How did it go?” Kit asks me. He knew where I was going, only people on the exec board did though. He is the enforcer, maybe he is more like a glorified security guard for us, because he looks like one. I’m the VP, so my absence was noticed.
“Fine. Same old.” I shrug like it is nothing when really it is weighing down my shoulders heavily. I finish my beer and that doesn’t help, and I take another sip.
“Maybe you should just let it be.” Logan comes back. The bar top is mostly empty, only one other regular on the other end. People are scattered at the pool tables and dart board, some from the club and some not, a few women mixed in there too. I don’t know them by name but I know them by hair, by look, they all come around for a rush and they are the last women I would pick out of a crowd. I choose my poison.
“Can’t do that.” I shake my head. If I let Spencer do whatever he wanted he would be dead or incarcerated. I once again had to head back to our dead-beat town an
d bail him out of a shitty situation with some drug dealers. My bike and spiked baseball bat did the trick, I left Spencer with a shiner, and now I am here. At some point it has to be enough but I don’t think that will happen in this lifetime. He is my brother by blood, and if I stand by the guys at the club no matter what then of course I would do that for him. It is just tiring.
“Yeah but if you keep helping him, then he’ll keep messing up.” Logan adds.
“I agree.”
Kit gets distracted by someone at the bar. I turn to the sound of the familiar harsh voice, Tank, our president. His name is Andy Becket but we call him Tank because of how wide he is, especially on his bike; he is fit but almost wide as a fridge and they called him that before I even came around. They started calling me Rafe for god knows why, I never asked questions. I joined the club when I was at my worst, running from my old life, I was ready to take on anything.
“Well look what the cat dragged in.” I shake him hello, our leather claps as he pulls us in. I lean back on the bar stool and take him in, he is the same as ever; hard face and permanent grimace and a mean scar down the side of his neck from a riding accident decades ago. I don’t know exactly how old he is, but it’s on the old side, he is still fit enough to ride, clearly, and has been president ever since the club was founded. “We were talking about how wonderful my brother is,” I laugh.
“You think I started this with my brother easy? Left his slacking ass behind enough times.” He sits next to me, the seat creaks, and a beer is placed in front of him soon enough. Logan leans over the bar to talk to us and Kit sips at his beer. I get support from the guys a lot of the time, when I first joined, I probably wouldn’t have made it if they weren’t as supportive. The brotherhood that comes with an MC is unmatched in my book.
“That’s different.” I murmur, slug down more of my beer. It was different with Tank because him and his brother didn’t have problems until they were older, from what he told me.
Spencer always caused trouble, made shit with our dead-beat parents even worse. Then they were gone and as if it could get worse it did, and I left. Maybe I feel guilty for that and it’s why I always go back, but other than that I don’t know what to do.
“Not really. Maybe you should bring him around.” Tank suggests.
I laugh audibly at that. “Yeah, and then he’ll steal all the money from the drawer, rob the store too. Then he’ll be gone just as fast as I brought him here. Can’t do that to the club.” I shake my head and finish my beer, they are all silent in response.
“Keep a close eye on him then. Come on, what do you think would have happened to you if you hadn’t come around? If I hadn’t dragged you out of that fight club.” Tank chuckles deep, sounds more like thunder.
I shrug, having no response. “Who knows.” I mutter.
They leave me alone for the time being, I have them fill me in on what has been going on. Kit is in charge of the gun running the club does, we don’t get involved directly but if there is a shipment coming through, we get paid to see it through. It keeps the lights on, keeps our pockets comfortable, and we do the other stuff the rest of the time.
The town here doesn’t pay us much attention unless we bother them, which we don’t. Sometimes when there is trouble, it’s us that takes care of it. I have had run ins with the cops, but never when I was paying my own attention. Sometimes I think the time will come when they decide to come after us, but that will only be when we stop paying attention and being careful, which we won’t.
“Look Rafe, it’s your choice. All I’m saying is that you can’t keep up and leaving the club when shit goes bad, you were gone for almost two months.” Tank says.
“Yeah, I mean you know I can’t keep the garage running by myself.” Kit adds.
I roll my eyes at them and wish the conversation was over, but knowing them, they will just dig in deeper. I stop drinking after my second beer, since I don’t want to be buzzed at all tonight. I just wanted to drop in before I went home.
“Or the shop, no one likes doing that anyway.” Logan laughs and walks off to the new customers that sat at the bar. They look like out of towners.
“Yeah because it’s boring as shit.” We get a lot of customers, young from the high school or local college, I don’t really know. The idea came from one of our younger prospects a few years ago, who is now on the exec too, Darrius.
“Just think about it. How bad could it be? I gotta go take care of some shit, nice to see you.” Tank claps my back and heads out to the back room, probably to his office.
I stare at the game playing with a heavy sigh, not even really watching it. My mind weighs heavily on how I left things with my brother, hoping that he doesn’t get himself into more trouble, but that is wishful thinking on its own.
I catch up more with Logan and Kit. Darrius stops by too, he is younger with the blond hair and tattoos look that clearly all the women love, they perk up right when he enters. I get mine, but I prefer not to do the sleeping around thing, too messy. In fact on my way home, I call up Jenna, a glorified friends with benefits.
She is around my age, I don’t even know, somewhere in the twenty-five area, and I barely even know what she does for work. It might be something in a bank. I don’t know or really care, she’s fun and free of complication. After I say goodbye to the guys, I head to her place to meet her. It would be too complicated if it were at mine, I would have to awkwardly ask her to leave. It’s not that I don’t want to be in a relationship or can’t, a bunch of guys at the club are in one or have been, I just don’t have the space to add mental games into my life or hurt someone because I wasn’t paying attention, it seems to work so far.
My place is near the club, less than five miles. I pull up to the single story, boring looking ranch house I rented a few years back and then bought for cheap with money at the club. The brick is a funny red color, shrubbery all torn up, but it’s home for now. It’s silent, the way I left it. I turn the fridge and gas back on, check all the rooms. It’s the way I left it and I don’t know why I expected something else.
I mostly notice that it is empty and Tanks’ words come flooding back to me, it really doesn’t feel right to leave Spencer behind anymore. If I am going to be his supportive brother, I need to be it for real.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter to myself right after I make the decision.
Now shit really isn’t going to be the same.
2
Spencer
“This place is a shit hole anyway.” I stare at my shitty landlord, who stares back with his pudgy face and cigar smoke scent. I hand him the cash and he snatches it, shutting the door behind him. I stare at the cracked wooded door and kick it for good measure, before I walk off.
I’ve lived here long enough to know the drill; my rent is never on time but it didn’t matter much last time since I was in jail anyway. I’m lucky I didn’t get evicted, but that’s just because my biker for a big brother got me out of a shitty situation. Again. That’s how our entire lives have been, in and out of foster care until we were old enough to be on our own. He made it out for good, somehow, I still got stuck in the constant cycle of trouble. If he were still here, he would say it was my fault, which it technically was. I avoid calling him when I get myself in a bad situation as long as I can but I always end up calling him and he’ll fuss about it until he shows up and after.
This time was worse. I wasn’t exactly a drug dealer, but I played my part, a part that ended with me in jail and a couple pissed people who are actually dangerous drug dealers. But Roland came and bailed me out, paid off the dealers and left them with a threat backed by his MC, and then left. Not much else to say when that’s all I seem to be able to do, get myself in trouble.
When I walk into my apartment, the stench of years of people who lived here before me meets me and I frown. I hate this place, but it’s the best I can do. I’m not like Roland, he somehow found a place at the MC but I don’t know if being surrounded by a bunch of men I’m suppos
ed to protect and vice versa is my thing, it sounds like a cult to me. But it helped him, and if I am supposed to stay like this, I can’t keep dragging him back. He is better than me, and he’d probably stay back for me. I can’t mess up his life for him.
I mule over all this as I eat a frozen dinner and toss it out half eaten. It’s my first night back since jail, Roland made me stay at the motel with him so he could give me a talking to. He is only four years older than me but has always been like the father. One we never had.