Blaze's Mark (Devil's Riot MC: Originals Book 3)

by E. C. Land

  “Okay,” he says, looking down at the box he rips the tape from the opening and finishes pulling open the box. He doesn’t say a word as he looks at what’s inside.

  Lifting his gaze to mine, he smiles. “Are you sure?” he asks.

  I merely nod unsure any words will form as he lifts the shirt out of the box to get a better view of it. It’s a onesie for Matthew to wear, saying ‘I’m gonna be a big brother’.

  “Fuck yeah, Little Bird,” he states before putting his gift to the side and goes on to show me just how much he loves the fact I’m having his baby.

  Who knew the night I got shit faced and allowed him to put his mark on me that I’d be carrying a part of him in me.

  Carrying Blaze’s Mark.

  I love the idea. Maybe if it’s another boy we’ll name him Mark. I guess we'll just have to see.

  If you’re wondering if the story for Blaze and Raven is over, don’t worry they’ll be back.

  Enemies will rise and everyone will be in danger.

  No one will be safe, not even a mouse.

  They say the past has a way of raising its ugly head, only question now is who will they be facing?

  Ghost from Christmas Past or Ghost of the Dead.

  Coming this December

  Carrying Blaze’s Mark.

  Wanting to start from the beginning of the Devil’s Riot MC: Originals?

  Check out Alluring Allies in the Twisted Steel Anthology.

  Or

  Want to know more of what happens with Stoney, Rachel, and Boss?

  Just wait and see.

  You’ll find out in Bossed Up whether or not they can become co-parents or start a war.

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  Chapter 1

  Stoney

  “You're gonna do what?” my VP and best friend Tracker yells as he slams his beer on the bar top.

  “I’m heading up to Lancaster, Pennsylvania, to meet with Boss,” I say, smirking at him. I take another long pull of my own beer finishing it off. Setting it down, I tap the bar signaling for Cherry Pie to grab me another one without looking toward her. I never pay attention to the clubwhores who parade themselves around here.

  I made that mistake once and swore to never do it again. Doesn’t mean I don’t get my fair share of pussy. All I have to do is snap my fingers and any of these bitches will be more than happy to sink to their knees and suck my dick. It all comes with the perks of being the President of the club.

  “Why the fuck would you be meeting the President of the Iron Vex MC?” Blaze snaps. He’s not one for trusting outsiders. And after the way Boss and I kept going toe-to-toe at Twister’s club, I don’t blame him. Boss and I had clashed several times during the shit going down with my brother Hades and his ol’ lady Emerson.

  I still don’t understand how the connection with the Iron Vex MC came about. It’s a sore subject for my brother, yet it brought a mutual understanding between the clubs. All because one of the Iron Vex claimed Emerson as his family.

  The whole situation is strange to me but whatever. I wasn’t expecting to have to see any of them again. That is until Boss’ name flashed across the screen of my cell earlier today. Clearing my throat, I try not to allow my thoughts to drift back to the scene I thought of earlier today. While we were on the phone all I wanted was to see her kneeling before me with my dick in her mouth, keeping that trap of hers shut with all the nonsense she spews out. She’s a hot woman, but damn is she irritating when she talks.

  “I’m meeting with Boss because she’s requested a meet with me in regard to some bullshit her club’s been having for a while.” Shrugging, I grab the beer from Cherry Pie, muttering a thanks.

  “Okay, so who all is gonna be at this meeting?” Tracker asks.

  “I’m going by myself. No reason to drag anyone with me since she’s coming alone. I’ll be leaving sometime tomorrow morning. Boss and I are meeting at Mally’s Pub,” I say, looking them both in the eyes.

  I knew neither of them would like the idea but sometimes there’s shit I gotta do by myself. Being President ain’t always easy.

  “I don’t like it, Prez,” Blaze mutters what I already knew he was gonna say.

  “Figured you wouldn’t, but from what Boss said on the phone, she’s looking for a potential alliance with us to help with a cult situation. After all the bullshit that’s been going on with Twister’s club and that satanic cult, she thought we might be able to help them out. Rumor has it her grandfather is the one who started it all and killed her father in cold blood. However, nothing was ever confirmed to the public. I’ve got Nerd looking into the rumors as well as this cult,” I inform them of what I know so far.

  “And you think it’s a good idea to meet this woman by yourself,” Tracker probes.

  Out of all my brothers, my son included, these two men and Bear know me the best. They were around when everything happened with Horse’s mom. How she left us all because she didn’t want to be a teen mom. Too bad I can’t seem to get rid of her fully. Mary seems to think she has a right to come to me when she needs money. Even now, when Horse is almost thirty.

  Still blows my mind to think I had a kid when I was fifteen. But I learned from my mistakes. Don’t trust a woman to not use her body to get what she wants. It’s why I drilled it into Horse’s head to always wrap your shit up, even if it’s just for a blow job. Bitches seem to think they’ve got some sort of claim on you once they fuck you.

  Maybe it’s why Boss and I didn’t get along when we first met. She’s used to getting what she wants done even if she does it herself.

  The only women I’ve allowed to get close to me are the ol’ ladies, and even then, it’s to an extent for most of them. However, when it comes to Kenny and Cleo, those two women are like daughters to me and are a different story. Kenny, with her big heart, sacrificed her happiness with Horse in order to protect the club at a time she didn’t even know he’d been a part of it. As for Cleo, well, she and I created a bond when I walked into her hospital room to find her about to slice her own wrist, ready to die. Everyone else is family but nothing compared to those two.

  Inwardly shaking my head, I give my brothers a grin. “Don’t worry, brothers, it’s not like I’ll allow a woman to hurt me. Besides, you’ve heard the rumors of the type of club she runs. They’re swingers,” I laugh, yet inside I tell my dick not to even think about it.

  Fucking the woman who is the President of another club and a potential ally wouldn't be a good idea. No matter how hot she is.

  “I hope you’re right, Stoney.” Sighing, Blaze lifts his beer to his mouth.

  “How long are you gonna be gone?” Tracker asks.

  “I’ll stay overnight. You know I don’t drink and drive. I’ll call y’all once I get there,” I say before finishing off my beer.

  Without another word to them, I turn to face the rest of the room, seeing my brothers enjoying our usual Friday night party. Women dancing throughout the room as some of the guys join them while others are either at the poker table or pool tables. Some of them are even fucking in the midst of it all. Yeah, our typical party is fully under way.

  Pulling out my phone to find it’s after one in the morning, I’m sure I should be heading to bed now but not before I take care of something first. Just as Tiny goes to walk by, I snag hold of her wrist and pull her with me to my office.

  “You know what I want,” I mutter, sitting on the couch in the corner as I pull a condom out of my pocket. Opening my jeans, I rip the foil open and slide it over my dick.

  “Yes, Sir.” she murmurs with glee as she gets down on her knees.

  Leaning my head on the back cushion, I allow myself to enjoy the simple pleasure of having Tiny’s mouth around my dick.

  See where it all began for the Devil’s Riot in Horse’s Bride

  Chapter 1

  Horse

  It’s fucking early as hell out, but I can’t help that I love the open road, the smell of the fresh air, and the feel of my bike und
er me as I’m riding. Riding out this morning seeing the sunrise as we make our way out of the national charter’s clubhouse lot has to be one of the most amazing sights I’ve ever seen. Almost as if it were a sign of the things to come as we head toward the new clubhouse that we’re expanding.

  I feel a calm being out on the open road on my girl, feeling the power she brings me as we make our way on the interstate. Knowing she’s the only girl in my life that won’t ever fail me no matter the situation we find ourselves in. I can always count on her handling whatever comes our way.

  Twister, who is Prez of the Devil's Riot’s new charter, as well as my best friend, rides next to me as we head toward our new location. The brothers had made the decision in our last church session to expand the club with a new charter. Granted, there are already several charters up and down the east coast, as well as some going toward the Midwest. Our farthest charter is out in Colorado. With us moving to this location, it will be the closest charter to any of the docks we deal with. The Russians that we work with are known for dealing in guns, and the docks out here are a lot easier to use than most. Less conspicuous. With us moving to the new clubhouse, we have fifteen guys and four prospects. Today it’s just Twister, Rage, Thorn, and I riding out. The others will be coming tomorrow.

  We want to get a good look around and start making a list of all the shit that needs to be done staking out our new territory. Easier to do when it’s just four guys instead of the whole club around. When you have a shit ton of brothers walking around the same area it’s fucking hard to see everything that needs to get done.

  I need gas and to piss, so I signal the Prez by tapping the side of my leg to get his attention so he’ll pull up to the next gas station we see. He nods as we see a sign for the next station coming up in two miles. Damn, I’ve been on the road so many times on runs, I’ve forgotten how bad it is when you’ve had shit sleep. Lucky for me, ‘cause I really need coffee and aspirin. Twister had wanted to get on the road before dawn this morning so we can be there before lunch. We had a huge ass bash last night, and the club pussy was thrown our way. Swear all the girls wanted to take a turn with us. I took three of them back to my room, and watched as they took turns sucking me off until I painted their faces with my cum. The fun part was while I had one riding my face, and one on my dick, the other would be sucking my nuts or licking her friend’s clit. Fuck, I’ve been tired but never exhausted as I was this morning when I got up.

  "Why did we have to leave so fucking early again? Couldn’t you have picked a better time to leave than the ass crack of dawn?"

  I grumble to Twister as we park our bikes next to the gas pumps. Rage and Thorn both shake their heads, just as tired as I am. Yeah, I’ll crash when we get to Twister’s sister’s house. Not knowing what shape the new clubhouse is in, it makes sense to crash at his sister’s for now. All our shit is still back in Stonewall Mills. I’m not going to sleep on the damn floor or pay for a room if I don’t have to. Only thing I know about the new clubhouse is that Twister and Stoney, our national Prez, picked it out and had it designed and built for the most part. We’re supposed to do the rest. Something tells me there’s a lot of clean up. Since all our shit won't be here until later this week, when the rest of the guys show up, we needed a place to crash. No reason to pay for rooms at a motel or sleep on the floor of the clubhouse when his sister lives so close.

  Twister turns toward me, smirking with a knowing look. “Quit your bitching and shut the fuck up, Horse. You can sleep when you’re fucking dead." He says, trying to be serious.

  I shake my head. "You know I ain’t a morning person, especially without coffee in my veins."

  "Ain’t that the fucking truth." He starts laughing. "No fucker, I wanted to head out early so I can surprise my sis with lunch before she heads to work. If I can't catch her before work, I'm hoping to catch her before she gets busy."

  Chuckling, I look at him "Why didn’t you just say that shit in the first fucking place? Didn’t know you were that wrapped around your sister’s pinky."

  Shaking his head, he grumbles, "I haven’t seen her since her birthday a year ago. I’ve barely had time to talk to her on the phone with all the shit we have going on with the move and all."

  Yeah, Twister’s a sucker for his sister. Never met the chick, but I have respect for her from everything that he’s said about her. Especially since she’s his only blood relative left. The Bastards Sons took out his dad, and his mom ran out on his sister and him when Twister was seventeen. It left him to take care of his kid sister. His bitch of a mom didn’t even bother to explain why she left them. Just fucking took off, leaving them to fend for themselves. I guess shit moms don’t bother explaining, though. Twister stepped up big time while prospecting for Devil’s Riot. He always made sure his sister was taken care of, being the only male figure in her life. When any of the guys asked about his sister, Twister would go fucking ballistic, not wanting anyone to fuck with her, his brothers included.

  "So, what’s your sister’s name anyway?" I ask, fishing for info.

  Granted, I've never seen her. He doesn’t bring her to the club. Evidently, she’s been living over four hours away from him for a while now. I wonder why that is. He never brought her around the club before she moved. One day she just up and left without telling her brother.

  Twister hangs up the gas pump, eyeing me skeptically. “Her name’s Kenny."

  I freeze. It’s an unusual name for a chick, and my luck couldn’t be that good or bad.

  Not many girls out there named Kenny, though.

  It couldn’t be the same girl, Kenny was a sweet ass, and I was her first without even realizing it. I can still remember everything about her body.

  Four Years Ago

  Damnit, I hate when I gotta go anywhere close to a store that doesn’t have anything to do with bike parts. Now that’s something I can do but going to the damn grocery store to get shit for the clubhouse? That’s a job for the prospects and clubwhores. I shouldn’t be the one going into a damn grocery store. Definitely shouldn’t have pissed off the VP last night by trying to hit on his latest piece of ass.

  Shaking my head as I make my way into the store, I stop dead in my tracks when I spot the hottest body I’ve ever seen in my life. Tight jeans covering a perfect ass with flip flops and a tank top containing the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen. Across her pale shoulders ran a colored tattoo of two dragons intertwined around each other, extending to each other across her shoulder blades. The best part of the dragons would have to be their eyes: one with an aquamarine color, the other with a ruby tint. Between the two dragons, knelt a naked fairy looking upward at the two of them with her arms extended toward their faces. I liked it at first glance, but seeing it in detail, I think it’s sick.

  "That’s one wicked-ass tat you got, babe. Where’d you get it done?" I stop behind her, waiting for her to turn around and hoping that her front end matches her back.

  "Thanks. Ink Masters in Blacksburg," she mumbles, keeping her head down as she shuffles through her purse, not looking up at me like I was hoping she’d do.

  "No problem. You got a name?" I shoot her another grin while I wait for her to look up at me.

  “Kenny.” She finally turns around and my heart almost comes out of my chest. Her eyes had to be the most spectacular blue I’ve ever seen. They paired perfectly with the dirty blond hair piled up on her head. She was the most exquisite woman I had ever set my eyes on.

  “So, how about you and I get out of here and go grab a beer or something.” I wouldn’t mind getting between those legs of hers instead of having a beer but something about her speaks to me. For once I don’t mind waiting. She looks like she’d be worth it. I can already picture her name spilling off my lips while I drive deep into her.

  Yep, I could see that happening.

  She smiles at me with plush lips. “Sure, I could use a beer.”

  And I could use that sweet body under me as I come all over those flawless tits. I wonder
how I have never seen her before.

  “Alright, sweet girl, let’s get moving then.”

  That had been the beginning of an impeccable week with Kenny and one that has stuck with me since. Problem is, I still dream of her anytime I fall asleep, no matter if I’m sober or not.

  I shake my head, ridding it of the memory that started it all. It can’t be the same chick, it can’t be. I can only hope to God that it’s not. I know my best friend will kill me if he finds out I touched his sister. It’s been unspoken, but we’ve always known that his sister is off-limits. It’s club code.

  "You ready to get back on the road?" Twister asks. At my nod, he yells out to let the rest of the boys know it’s time to get back on the road.

  Pulling out of the station and riding next to my Prez and best friend, I feel my mind running a mile a minute. All I can think about is could this be the same Kenny who has been haunting me for the past four years. The woman who I picture every time I fuck some random bitch. The woman that in a week’s time, stole my heart and never turned back. The woman I haven’t been able to find since I realized she was gone. I swear to fuckin’ God if it is, I’ll be happy as fuck. I’m also going to be in deep shit.