Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Reading order - Hell's Knights, Heavens Sinner, Knights Sinner, Muff, Cade, Spike, Jackson (Coming Soon)
It’s always the past, isn’t it?
That seems like a common theme around here.
If it isn’t one of us, it’s another.
The things we pushed aside, coming back to haunt us, even when we think we’ve buried it.
We should know better by now. Nothing is ever truly gone.
My past is one I don’t want to relive.
I just got the love of my life back.
We just got good.
We just found our happy.
Yet here we are tangled back in the mess that was left behind.
Secrets, lies and betrayal.
Stories that run deep.
Pain that has been left hidden.
People with a need for vengeance.
An explosion waiting to happen.
All we wanted was a life without drama, pain and danger.
But I should know by now that isn’t how this world works.
No.
If it’s not raining, it’s f*cking pouring.
Someone wants what is mine, and they’re going to have to go through me to get it.
Light me a god damn cigarette, I’m going to need it.
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PROLOGUE
My boot twists on his face as he writhes on the ground, his voice muffled by the dirty rubber now crushing his ability to breathe. Hands clawing at my legs, he tries desperately to get me to release the pressure. Fucking hell no. You want to come in, threaten my club, bash my members and try to get away? I don’t fucking think so. Today, this man will learn what happens when you mess with us.
I’m tired of doing things the right way.
Jackson is getting older, and, because of that, he’s being a lot more lenient on these scumbags. Not me. Fuck no. I relish in the sounds of their pitiful screams when they realize they’ve been caught, and nothing anyone can do will get them out of it. Oh yes, I love the way it feels to know I’m the last person they’re going to see in their pathetic, drug-ridden lives.
Fucking scum.
All of them.
“Can’t hear you, what did you say?” I murmur, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, bringing it to my lips and inhaling as I watch his face slowly turning blue.
His fingers claw at my legs now, gouging into my flesh, trying desperately to hurt me enough to release him.
Casually, I smoke, watching the life slowly slip away from him.
I should care. This should bother me. But it doesn’t.
I’ve taken enough lives to know they are replaceable.
People like this don’t deserve a fucking second chance.
Now I have kids in this world, I want to clean it up as best I can for them.
Starting with him.
He finally stops squirming, and his hands fall limply to his sides. Removing my boot, I shove it into his side a few times. Dead weight. Exactly how it should be. Inhaling another deep pull, I exhale the smoke and drop the cigarette down on him. Using my boot, I crush it out and then turn, striding out of the dark alley in the most fucked up part of the neighborhood.
Nobody will care when they find him dead.
Hell, they probably won’t even pick up his body.
They’ll leave him there for the rats and scum.
That’s where he belongs. That’s where they all belong.
And one by one, I plan on taking them out.
Can’t fucking wait.
1 – Ciara
“Your man is causin’ trouble again,” Cade murmurs, leaning against the bar as I wipe a glass, preparing to put it away.
“Tell me what he’s done now, because honestly, Cade, it’s like trying to keep a leash on a bear.”
Chuckling, Cade sips his beer. “He’s ridding the world of scum, which I don’t blame him for, but the man is goin’ to get himself locked up if he’s not careful.”
Scrunching my lip, I look up at him. “What do you mean ridding the world of scum?”
“Eliminating the filth. Don’t need to explain what that means. By now, you know.”
“Define scum,” I say, tipping my head to the side and holding his gaze.
“Murderers, rapists, drug dealers ... scum.”
Shrugging, I go back to wiping the glass. “Then let him go, I say.”
“He’s careless, Tom Cat, it will get him killed if he ain’t careful.”
Pausing, I stare at my long-time friend and occasional enemy. “Spike won’t be told what to do. You and I both know that. I’ll tell him to be careful, but I also know that what you guys do in your spare time would probably scare the shit out of me. You’re a biker club, he’s doing the work that needs to be done. You and I both know this town is getting overrun with bad people wanting to cause problems. Is it so bad if he eliminates a few of them?”
Since when did murder and I become friends?
Years ago, the very thought of a life being taken would make me sick. Now, I’m talking about it in conversation as if it’s nothing.