Notorious Devils MC Complete Collection: BoxSet

by Hayley Faiman

  “I’m the original charter president, sweetness,” he explains.

  I just stare at him, because I have no clue what that’s supposed to mean.

  “I’m in control of the whole fucking lot of Notorious Devils, worldwide. Sure, each president is in charge of his own charter, but I rule over those presidents,” he says.

  “So what does that mean, exactly?” I ask.

  “Means that I do what I want and with who I want. I ask nobody for permission, not a single fucking soul. But everybody asks me for permission, to do anything,” he states.

  I don’t get a chance to say anything else because Ivy returns to my side and I start to engage her in conversation. She looks rattled and a bit nervous, so I talk to her and try to calm her down. I know what it’s like to be in a new crowd with strangers, feeling out of place.

  After a while, I notice that, while she seems a bit calmer, her eyes are searching. Then she gasps when they connect with something, or someone.

  She’s watching Grease. He’s getting a blowjob from Kisha, his hand tangled in her bright red hair, and I almost laugh at how Ivy’s face is twisted in disgust.

  I could only imagine what I’d look like if I had to see Bates do anything like that. Unfortunately, Kentlee saw enough for both of us. Thankfully, I never was around the club during parties, so I didn’t have to be subjected to it.

  “Just don’t look,” I say to her to try and get her eyes off of the train wreck.

  “That’s my brother,” she groans, taking a drink of beer.

  “Yeah, my brother is a Devil, but in Idaho,” I grimace. “The more you come, the more shit you’ll see. Just think of it kinda like Vegas—what happens at the clubhouse stays at the clubhouse,” I shrug.

  Max’s hand travels to my ass and he gives it a squeeze, but I can hear his rumbling voice as he talks to whoever is standing next to him.

  I know he just wants to remind me that he’s there at my side; he’s been doing it all evening, and I can’t help the thrill that spikes through me with every single touch, caress, or squeeze.

  “So are you…?” Ivy asks, moving her eyes to Max.

  “We’re something,” I smile, knowing that Max hasn’t explained to the club about my Old Lady status yet, and I’m fine with that. I don’t need the extra drama or attention from the whores.

  “Let’s get the fuck to bed, baby,” West whispers in Ivy’s ear, loud enough for me to hear. Her whole face turns bright red before she turns to him.

  “We’re too drunk to drive.”

  “Got a room here, babe. Come upstairs and fuck your man,” he grunts, making me smile as she laughs.

  “You better go take care of him, girl,” I giggle.

  “He ain’t the only one needs some attention, sweetness,” Max points out with a grin.

  I wave at Ivy as Max starts to lead me away from the group and toward his room. I’m tipsy and leaning heavily against him with each step I take.

  Once we’re inside of his room, he locks the door as I start to strip off my clothes. I need him to touch me, to make me come, to be inside of me. He’s been teasing me all night long.

  “Mary,” he groans.

  I spin around to find him completely naked with his cock in hand. He’s like fucking lightning, he’s so damn fast.

  “Come fuck me, baby,” I whisper as I finish taking off the rest of my clothes, knowing how much he likes it when I call him baby.

  He grunts before he picks me up and tosses me on the bed. I bounce once with a giggle before he’s on top of me, pinning me to the mattress, his blue eyes focused on mine.

  “I leave tomorrow for two weeks. When I come home, I want you off birth control,” he growls before he surges inside of me.

  I gasp, lifting my knees to press against his ribs and take him deeper inside of me. I want more of him—I want it all. Two weeks without him, it’s a long time.

  To be honest, it scares me. What if in that time away he decides I’m not really what he wants? He could very well be over what we have, and then where will I be? What will happen to me? And I don’t want to think about the possibilities of other women while he’s gone.

  I know he’ll probably stay at other clubhouses and they have whores just like the ones here. My heart surges with panic at the thought of what him leaving for two weeks will mean for us. Then, even if he comes back to me, can I trust that he’s been faithful?

  “Max—”

  MADDOG

  I don’t let her refuse my demand. I don’t give a fuck. I want what I want, and that’s a family with Mary-Anne. She’ll be twenty-eight soon, and I’m sixty.

  It’s time.

  I don’t care that we’ve only been together for weeks, I know that she’s mine. I wouldn’t have branded her otherwise.

  There’s no going back now. She’s marked on the outside of her skin, and I’ve been marked on my heart. She’s there; she’s burrowed her way inside, and I’m never letting go.

  I lift her legs, letting them rest on my shoulder before I continue to move inside of her. Fuck, she’s so tight like this. I feel like I’m going to come immediately, she feels so fucking good.

  “Push those tits together for me,” I grunt, as I continue to fuck her.

  Mary throws her head back in a long moan before she takes her tits with her hands and pushes them together. I shift her legs so that I now have one on each shoulder, and I have the perfect view of her tits, along with her cunt taking my dick.

  “Max, we have to talk,” she whimpers breathlessly.

  “Fuck, talk, sweetness. This is how we talk,” I grind out through my teeth as I also grind my pelvis against her clit.

  “Maxfield,” she hisses in annoyance.

  I grin, not giving a fuck as I move her legs to around my waist and lean down, placing my elbows on the bed next to her head. I continue to fuck her, but I do it slower, letting her feel every single centimeter of my cock as it fills her sweet pussy.

  “Make me happy, sweetness. Be mine, give yourself to me—surrender,” I murmur, running my nose alongside hers.

  “I’m scared,” she whispers. I feel wetness touch the tip of my nose.

  “I know, Mary. I’ll take care of you.”

  “What if, what if you leave? What if you regret me and you leave?” she asks as her arms wrap around my shoulders and her nails dig into my back, holding onto me tightly.

  “Not goin’ anywhere. I’m a man and I know what I want,” I growl before I start to thrust my hips a bit harder, making her breath hitch.

  I don’t let her say another word. I lift my head, my eyes connecting with her gorgeous blues, and I fuck her with all my strength. I move inside of her so that she’ll feel me for the two weeks that I’ll be gone.

  I slide one of my hands around the back of her head, twisting my fingers into her hair, gripping her tightly, and then I let go.

  Her pussy clamps down around me a few thrusts later, and as much as I want to keep going, I can’t. I come hard, filling her with my cum, knowing that the next time it will be with the added purpose of making a life.

  “This is seriously crazy. What you want, I don’t know if I can deliver that, Max,” she says.

  “Is this because you seriously don’t want them, or because you’re scared?” I ask, staying planted inside of her.

  “I’ve always told myself I didn’t want them,” she whispers as her eyes look to the side. Then she brings them back to me. “Because I’m scared.”

  “Nothin’ to be scared about, sweetness. I’m right here with you,” I say, lifting my hand and running my thumb across her soft lips.

  “My childhood was shit, Max,” she whispers.

  “Thinkin’ Snipers was shit too, Mary. He’s a great fuckin’ dad, to both his daughters,” I inform her.

  “Yeah, yeah,” she sighs. I grin before moving out of her tight body.

  “Two weeks, Mary. I won’t force you, but I’m pushin’ for what I want, and what I think you want too. You’re just too s
cared to admit it,” I say as I pull back the sheets. Climbing in bed, I drag her long body up next to mine.

  “Two weeks. Will you call me?” she asks, sounding so small. It fucking blows.

  She should be confident, completely confident, but between her childhood, Kyle, and shit I’ve pulled in our short time together, she’s absolutely not. I fucking hate that.

  “Yeah, sweetness, I’ll call,” I murmur against the back of her neck as I place a kiss on her soft skin.

  I hold her close to me, knowing that this will be the last time I sleep next to her for a while. Not a long time in retrospect, but we’re new and I’ve already fucked up a few times with her. The last thing I want is for her to feel abandoned or lonely.

  I’ve turned into a sap in my old age, but I’m finding it hard to give a fuck. I want Mary, and I’ll do what she needs me to in order to keep her.

  Chapter Seventeen

  MARY-ANNE

  My phone rings, waking me up, and I roll over to answer it sleepily. This isn’t the first time in the past five days that my phone has woken me up in the middle of the night. I happily take the call, every single time.

  It’s Max, calling me from the road, once he’s settled in for the night.

  “Hey,” I whisper groggily.

  “Mary, fuck, it’s good to hear your voice,” he murmurs. I hum my response and he just chuckles.

  “Less than ten days, sweetness,” he says softly.

  “I’m on countdown,” I laugh.

  “You been thinkin’ about what you’re gonna do?” he asks, just as he asks every night.

  Babies.

  He wants them, and I’m still scared.

  “I’ll have an answer when you get back,” I say. It’s the same thing I’ve said every night for the past five days.

  “All right, sweetness. I’m bunked down for the night, got a long day of driving again tomorrow,” he murmurs. I tell him to rest well before I end the call.

  I lie back against the pillow and close my eyes. I’m no closer to an answer about children than I was the second he brought it up.

  I’ve never allowed myself to want them, to dream of them, because to me, there was no way it was possible to have them.

  I’m so freaking scared, it’s ridiculous.

  I wish that I could call Bates and talk to him about it, about how he felt becoming a father. I can’t, though. He would flip his shit if he knew I was sleeping with Max, let alone that I am his branded Old Lady and thinking of starting a family with him.

  Bates never wanted me with a guy from the club. He always said I needed to be with a good man who would take care of me and treat me well.

  I thought that I had found that with Kyle, but no such luck. Then Max came along, and though he’s not perfect by any means, he makes me happier than I’ve ever been in my life.

  I lie in bed, my mind racing until the sun comes up. I’m still no closer to an answer.

  I spend the day and the rest of the week working and thinking about Max and about my decision. It’s a life altering choice, and I feel so conflicted.

  I start doing research on pregnancy and childbirth, then I find a few forums where there are victims of child abuse that talk about having children.

  Some of the abuse survivors are like me, fearful of bringing a child into the world; fearful that they won’t know how to love it or take care of it. But then there are those who say that having children saved them, gave them a chance to fall in love and be loved.

  There is no clear answer, no one way to go in this. I have to decide for myself, and I hate that. I’ve only made two huge decisions in my life—one was moving to San Diego, and the other was calling Max and leaving Kyle. This is so much bigger than that. So much.

  By Monday, I’m tired of being alone, but I don’t want to just drive around the mountains, either. It’s as if my desires are being answered when my cellphone rings in my hand. It’s Bobbie, and I excitedly answer the call.

  “We’re getting together for lunch today, you’re joining,” she says in a way where it doesn’t really sound like I have an option.

  “Sure,” I nod.

  She tells me where to meet the group, the diner where Max and I got into a fight, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget how to get there. I slide out of bed and get dressed before I take Max’s keys. He left me his big, lifted truck, and this is the first time since he’s been gone that I’m taking it out.

  I’m not the best driver; no, that’s not true. I kick ass driving straight forward. It’s the backing up and parking that I’m terrible at, and I hope that I don’t wreck this big ass monster.

  When I pull up to the diner, I’m thankful that there is a parking spot right in front, and I don’t have to try to parallel park this beast.

  I hop out of the pick-up and make my way inside to see Colleen, Bobbie, Teeny, Genny and Ivy gathered at a large booth in the back.

  A smile tugs on my lips as I greet the women. Friends. I have them now, something I never thought that I would, but here they are—even if Genny can be a huge bitch.

  “We need the dirt,” Colleen announces as I start to sit.

  Genny’s hand snakes out and wraps around my thigh, halting me in my place. I look down to see her eyes narrowed in on my thigh tattoo. I didn’t think. I wore a pair of shorts today, because it’s a gorgeous day, and I know winter is just weeks away.

  “I think there’s more than a little dirt to talk about,” Genny says with a grin.

  “Holy shit, you’re branded,” Bobbie says with a giant smile on her face.

  “How did none of us know this?” Colleen asks.

  I finally sit down before I speak.

  “I don’t think anybody knows. It happened as a spur of the moment thing, and I don’t think he’s told anybody about it yet,” I shrug.

  “So you’re MadDog’s Old Lady, like officially?” Ivy asks with wide eyes.

  “Yeah,” I breathe.

  “Wow, well—wow,” Colleen says before biting her lip. “That makes this more difficult then.”

  I look to her with confusion and then I look at some of the other women. They’re looking at the table—all but Ivy, who appears to be as confused as I am.

  Then Genny and Colleen, who go from looking at each other, to staring at me simultaneously bite their lips, as though they’re on the verge of saying something, but are both afraid to actually say it.

  “Just tell me,” I whisper before closing my eyes in a long, slow, blink.

  “Kisha is pregnant. She claims it’s MadDog’s,” Teeny whispers.

  Ivy gasps, but I don’t. It doesn’t surprise me. Not in the slightest. I called it before it happened. I just didn’t expect Max to be the first target in their ploy.

  That’s pretty ballsy, going after their president. I wonder if the blonde bitch realizes what she’s doing, truly what kind of hellfire this could bring down on them.

  “I can’t tell how you’re feeling about that,” Colleen says nervously.

  “Max swears they didn’t have sex. I’m supposed to believe my Old Man, right?” I ask, arching a brow.

  Genny snorts and Bobbie makes a face that looks like she’d say eeekkk if she spoke. Ivy’s brows furrow and she looks between all of us.

  “Those dicks of theirs aren’t trustworthy,” Genny snorts.

  “They are if you take care of them,” Colleen snaps.

  “Are you okay?” Teeny asks, ignoring the two catty twins.

  “Yeah,” I say with a nod.

  “Are you going to talk to MadDog tonight?” Ivy asks, still looking like a deer caught in headlights.

  “Yeah,” I nod. “I mean, no. I’m going to talk to him, but not about this,” I murmur.

  “Why not?” Genny barks.

  “He’ll be home in a few days. I’ll talk to him in person,” I shrug.

  I change the subject and refuse to talk about it for another minute longer. After a few wary glances from every single one of the women, aside from Genny, th
e subject officially changes and I’m no longer the center of attention, thankfully.

  I can’t help my mind from wandering, though. I want to believe that Max didn’t sleep with Kisha. In fact, I did believe it. However, now, with this new information, I’m not sure that I do.

  I hate the doubt that’s swimming around inside of me. I hate that I’m not confident enough in my relationship with Max to know, without a doubt, that he told me the truth when he was adamant about not being with her.

  How can I bring a child into our relationship with this new information? How can I accept his proposal when I don’t know for sure if he’s been as faithful as he says he has? At the end of the day, it comes down to trust, and right now—I simply don’t fully trust him, and I hate that.

  MADDOG

  “That was weird,” I mumble as I walk over to my shitty motel bed.

  “What’s that?” West asks.

  I asked West, Roach and another one of my best guys to join me on this first run. This will be the last one I go on, unless there’s an emergency and I’m needed.

  I just have to make sure everything is legit and on the up-and-up this first go around. So far, the Russian’s have yet to let me down, but you never can tell.

  “What’s that?” West asks again, not looking up from his phone. He’s probably texting his woman.

  “Called Mary-Anne and she was all pissy with me,” I say, rubbing my chin.

  “Maybe she’s on the rag,” West says with a shrug.

  “Yeah, maybe,” I agree absentmindedly.

  Mary didn’t sound right. Her voice was tight and strained. There is definitely something happening with her. In a few days, I’ll get it out of her, even if I have to lock her up in our room and fuck it out of her—I will find out what’s happening.

  “I think I might know,” West announces a few minutes later.

  I look at him in question, and he shakes his head once before he speaks.

  “You’re not gonna like it,” he mutters.

  “Think I’m old enough to take it,” I chuckle.