by Erin Osborne
Blood’s Oath
King’s Vengeance MC
Legacies Book 2.5
Erin Osborne
Copyright 2020© Erin Osborne
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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.
Photographer: Reggie Deanching at RplusM Photography
Cover Model: Julian Kutman
Cover Design: Erin Osborne
Editor: Darlene Tallman and Jeni Clancy
Proofreader: Kim Richards
Blood’s Oath Blurb
Axel ‘Blood’ Johns
Growing up in the Kings Vengeance MC isn’t like any stories you’ve heard in the past. My story is rough, full of hate, greed, drugs, sex, and losing the one person who meant the most to me in the beginning of my life. I’m not talking about my father either. He’s the a** who took everyone important from me. First my mother, then my baby sister. Both different reasons they were taken from me, but neither one easy to deal with.
Now, the club is going to crap and it’s up to me to save it. To figure out a way to build a legacy I can be proud of with my woman and children by my side. In order to do that, I have to do the one thing I never thought I’d do in my life. However, a man can only take so much before it gets old. Things aren’t right with the club, so I walk away. Well, I give my father, the reigning President, an oath I’ll be involved in the runs because I’m the only one our contacts will deal with. Other than that, I’m out. He’s got a defined amount of time to clean up the club or he’s out and I’m in. It’s either my family or the club; it’s a simple choice really.
Tonya Johns
My life has belonged to one man: Blood. From the second I met him, he’s owned my heart. I could see the hurt, rage, and torment filling his haunted eyes. Still, he pasted on a smile and pretended everything in his life was good. Until it came to me going to the clubhouse with him. That was always off limits to me. It didn’t take me long to figure out why he wanted it that way.
I have a decision to make; the hardest one in my life. To stay with the man I love, the father of my children, or leave and live half a life. Without Blood in my life, I wouldn’t be living at all. However, I can’t stand the man he is because of the club. Instead of loving us and making sure we know we’re important to him, the club seems to be his only priority. Our son, Colt and I, are just a pit stop every now and then on his journey in life. Until he chooses to walk away…in a sense.
Character List
Officers:
President: Axel ‘Blood’ Johns
V. President: Timothy ‘Crave’ Bennett
Secretary: Anthony ‘Specs’ Adams
Treasurer: Randy ‘Ledge’ Coleson
Sgt. At Arms: Zander ‘Breaker’ Williams
Enforcer: Killian ‘Bounce’ Graves
Road Captain: Lance ‘Carver’ Hilton
Members:
Thorn ‘Vanish’ Alexander
Patrick ‘Digger’ Lewis
Shayne ‘Grunt’ Carter
Thomas ‘Greek’ Carter
Prospects:
Colt Johns
Logan Johns
Levi Bennett
Charlie Wilson
Ol’ Ladies:
Tonya Johns – Blood
Sydney ‘Delight’ Thompson – Bounce
Emersyn ‘Sky’ Wilkes – Colt
Sweet Butts:
Tempest
Ginger
Carrie
Needa
Lynne
Connie
Grifter – ex President of Kings Vengeance MC and Blood’s father
Slammer – former member of Kings Vengeance MC
** Grifter is deceased
**Slammer is no longer a member of the club
Dedication
Blood’s Oath is dedicated to my mother. You do more for your children and grandchildren than you need to. You’ve taught me how to be a strong woman, a hard worker, and you’ve been by my side when my world was crumbling around me. When I was sick, you never left my side. Including stays in the hospital. Thank you will never be enough, and I will never be able to tell you I love you enough. I love you to the moon and back!
Table of Contents
Blood’s Oath
Copyright 2020© Erin Osborne
Blood’s Oath Blurb
Character List
Dedication
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue
Blood’s Oath Playlist
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Other Books by Erin Osborne
Prologue
Blood
MY NAME IS Axel ‘Blood’ Johns; this is my story. The reason my family left a little girl behind, how my family came to be, and losing a piece of myself when my sister took off for parts unknown. It’s not a happy story. What is it they say? C’est la fucking vie. That’s life, at least it’s been my life.
Grifter was my dad’s road name. He started the Kings Vengeance MC when he was barely eighteen years old. The life he led was not a good one and it shaped him into the man he was up until his death. See, my grandparents were both drug addicts and they didn’t give a shit about my dad. He ran away at the age of fifteen, where he learned quickly how to survive on the streets. It was the only way to avoid the daily beatings; they tried to force him into fucking random women for money, and anything else my grandparents could come up with to support their habits. I’m not even sure women were the only people he was forced to fuck. Not when he got drunk one night and then spewed his truth that no one else should’ve heard. Nothing was ever given to my father unless it was from the neighbor who watched out for the children in the trailer park they lived in.
The neighbor was an elderly woman who looked after the kids in her part of town. Mainly the trailer park they all lived in. She knew things weren’t good for them at home, so she stepped up to make sure they had a few meals per week and clothes that weren’t full of holes. Hell, she made sure they had clean clothes most of the time since their parents didn’t care about that shit. From what my father told me, this woman he’s never once named, was more of a parent to him until she died than his own parents ever thought of being.
When he moved to the streets, my dad started stealing food and clothes to take care of the basics for himself. It rapidly morphed into dealing drugs or stealing anything he could make a quick buck on. When he wasn’t stealing, slinging drugs, or trying to find a crew to hang with, Dad was fighting for money in alleyways or any other place he could find. My dad spent more time fleeing the law than trying to live by it. He was constantly looking over his shoulder for rivals and cops, never having a second to rest because of the life he was choosing to lead. A life just to get away from the hell he lived in at home with his parents.
He was on the street, hiding and going from one place to the next for almost two years before he found a crew to hang out with. It was just a group of thugs, but they kept money in his pockets, food in his stomach, and a place he could crash at. To him, it didn’t matt
er if he was couch surfing from one house to the next; he just cared about being out of the elements and partying with a group of like-minded people. People who didn’t care if they were stealing from others; dealing drugs, women, or guns; or anything else that was illegal to get them what they wanted in their lives. All this crew cared about was money and the fastest way they could get it.
The first time my dad stole a motorcycle, he fell in love with the sense of freedom it gave him. Instead of taking the bike back to his crew, he kept riding straight outta town. He knew the crew would be after him when he didn’t deliver the bike he promised to them. He’d never once let them down before; always stealing whatever they asked him to. From the stories he told me, I’d say my dad was the only one who stole a damn thing for his crew. That way, if any of them got caught, it was really only my dad’s ass on the line more so than any of the rest of them. It didn’t hurt that my dad had the most experience out of everyone he hung out with. He would brag, that’s why they always turned to him for those particular jobs.
My dad decided to put down roots when he came to the small town of Braedon. It was nothing more than a small farm town, which he thought would be perfect to hide out in. Main Street was filled with your everyday shops, a garage was located just inside the town limits, and several farms dotted the outlying areas of town. While it was busier than most other small farm towns, there wasn’t much to do there. It was still a small town that rolled up the sidewalks at nine at night on a daily basis. Since he knew how to make his own fun, he didn’t care.
He began earning money at the garage where he had gotten a job. His boss, Lester, told him about an abandoned warehouse on the opposite side of town. The town was selling it cheap because they were tired of bearing the brunt of paying taxes and paying someone to keep the lawn mowed. So, my dad swooped in and bought the place dirt cheap. This conversation took place after my dad started talking to Lester about how much he loved the freedom of the open road while being on the back of a bike. He wanted to find more men with the same love for riding as him.
It wasn’t long before he found other guys with the same love of motorcycles that he had developed. They were also into partying, dealing, doing drugs, and anything else that would make them fast money. Soon, he quit the garage, without any notice, and began doing jobs to make a lot more money. The Kings Vengeance MC was born with about ten guys who flipped off the law on a regular basis. They weren’t afraid of doing time, outrunning the law, or anything else. He always said they worked hard to find ways of making money so they could drink, fuck and play even harder.
My dad started making and selling drugs for Braedon and the surrounding towns. From there, they opened a bar in town to bring in more members and women. They wanted to find loose, easy women who wouldn’t give a shit about where they had sex, or how many men they had sex with. The men of the club were fucking anything with a pussy, and they didn’t care about using protection or anything else. That’s where I come in.
One of the women, Carlie, who became a sweet butt in the club, was my mother. She was a drug addict, but she tried to get and stay clean for me. When I was born, she was clean. Carlie was a loving mother. Her main problem was that she was upset with my father because he promised to be there for my mom and me, only he broke that promise. Plus, he didn’t help out financially. So, she turned to prostitution to make money. One of her johns was a club member, he had her meet him at the clubhouse where she saw my dad fucking someone else. Carlie lost her shit, so my dad made an example of her. He was the President of the club after all, so no one talked to him the way she did.
While they were arguing, he ended up pushing her down a flight of stairs where she died. I was raised by the sweet butts because my dad refused to hand me over to social services, but he didn’t want me around either. Not until he could mold me into exactly the kind of man he wanted me to be; someone to take over the club once he was gone.As far as he was concerned, I was simply a brat hanging around the clubhouse, nothing to him except for another mouth to feed. A person he needed to spend money on when I needed new clothes or had to see a doctor. He was following in the steps of his own parents because that’s all he knew in life. No one had ever shown him love, it was always all about what they could get from him.
By the time I was four, my sister Victoria was born. Just like me, her mother was one of the sweet butts, she was offered the same promises my mother once heard from the fucker who helped create us. Instead of loving my sister, my dad hated her from the second she was born. To our father, she was nothing more than a waste of space since she couldn’t do anything to help me take over the club when he was ready to step down. She wasn’t the Princess of the club; she wasn’t cared about at all. Not even her own mother cared about her. Victoria was only loved by me. I’m the one who raised her from the time she was born until she left the club at the age of sixteen. The only help I had with her was from the other sweet butts. They showed me how to do everything for her from making her bottles to how to change her diaper.
There wasn’t a single time my father ever showed Vicky an ounce of love. She only knew hate from him. That’s the only time he chose to pay her any attention. Which wasn’t much at all. If she were in the common room, I’d quickly usher her out of the room, so she didn’t have to hear our father’s scathing words. I can’t recall all the names he called her as she was growing up, but they were awful. Some of them include brat, bitch, lazy fucking cow, cunt, and he’d tell her he should’ve made her mom swallow instead of fucking her. No one should ever have to hear that shit, especially a little girl growing up into a teenager.
As soon as my sister got old enough, she spent her time studying at the library in town; she did anything she could to avoid being at the clubhouse.. She didn’t have any friends because kids were either afraid of her or they wanted to get in her pants so they could be a part of the club when they came of age. Vicky learned early on never to trust a fucking person, other than me. Not even the sweet butts helping me raise her had her trust. I was her best friend, the keeper of her secrets. If she had a problem, I’d do everything in my power to solve it for her. Yes, I was more than a little overprotective of her. No one would ever be good enough for my baby sister.
Victoria was an extremely beautiful young woman. When she was at the clubhouse, she stayed in her room or mine because the members of the club made inappropriate comments to her and they threatened to fuck her on a daily basis. Our dad would laugh his ass off about it, but never once tried to stop it. I did though, and I earned an ass whooping for sticking up for my sister every time. The only thing I had in common with my father was getting into fights, because I’d fight anyone who dared to look at Victoria the wrong way. I didn’t care if it was a boy in high school or a man; no one was going to hurt my sister or make her feel less than she was. Because of our miserable father, she spent most of her life feeling that way when none of it was ever deserved or necessary. All because she was born a female instead of a boy. So, if I could stop even one of those fuckers from making her feel like dirt, I was going to do it.
I was a prospect when my sister started having more problems with the men in the club. Instead of prospecting at the age of eighteen like my dad wanted, I put it off until my twentieth birthday. My intention was to get away from the club, drugs, parties, and sex. Victoria was going to come with me.We were going to start over somewhere other than Braedon where everyone knew our father and what the Kings Vengeance MC stood for. It was nothing good, we were practically shunned while growing up there because of it. So, I used some of the money we’d busted our ass working for, while saving to leave, in order to buy my first bike. I’d avoided bikes at all costs up to that point.
The only reason I started prospecting was because I knew I’d need more money if I was going to get us away from Braedon. A part-time job wasn’t going to get me the kind of money we’d need to leave and never look back. While I was the club’s bitch, Victoria decided to get a job to further stay away fro
m the clubhouse. She wanted to help us be able to get away from here faster. In the end, it got her out of Braedon and away from me.
Victoria was taking the trash out one night at work when the older brother of a guy she was in school with thought since she lived at the clubhouse it would be okay for him to fuck her. The asshole raped my sister in a dark, filthy, alleyway by the side of a dumpster. Instead of her first time being something special for her, it was painful, it was harsh, and it was in a disgusting, rotten smelling alleyway behind her place of employment. Afterwards, she had to go home to the clubhouse, the one place she never wanted to be, but the only place she had to go. She came into the clubhouse, while it was in the middle of a party, beaten, bloody, and bruised. Not one man there said a word or tried to see if she was okay. They barely glanced in her direction. Hell, our father laughed when he saw her slinking through the room filled with men. Vicky was terrified; she was surrounded by so many men who were larger than her. She couldn’t overpower them, which everyone knew and tried to use to their advantage on a regular basis.
I got back over an hour later, she was already packed and leaving me a note. Nothing I said or did could change her mind. Vicky just wanted to get away from Braedon, our father, the club, and anything else that reminded her of her life here. Including me. I’d gone from her older brother, protector, and best friend to part of the problem. I wasn’t working hard or fast enough to get out of Braedon for her anymore. Instead of trying to leave town, as far as she was concerned, I wanted to stay so I could follow in our father’s footsteps. According to my baby sister, I was going to take over the club one day and become the same asshole he was.
My sister disappeared into the night without another word. I didn’t get to hug, help, or make sure my baby sister was okay. When I tried to hand her money, she refused, telling me the money was tainted, that it was nothing but blood money. She didn’t want my money any longer. She didn’t want me, her big brother, who had always looked after her, always protected her, until now. So, like a thief in the night, Victoria left me. I was broken hearted, defeated, and ready to fight anyone who got in my path.