The Notorious Devils MC: Complete Collection BoxSet

by Faiman, Hayley

  He would have just simply been the-one-that-got-away. A sweet memory of the boy he used to be. I knew it would drive him away.

  I got exactly what I wanted.

  “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Thanks, Pax,” I murmur.

  “He’ll cool down, babe. You aren’t kids anymore; he can’t expect that you stayed true to him all these years. You were married, for fuck’s sake,” Paxton cries, taking a bottle of beer that I slide toward him.

  I have about seven more hours of work, he deserves at least one beer for dealing with me and my shit.

  “It’s better this way. Really, it is. I am who I am, and nothing can change that,” I shrug before I go back to washing shot glasses.

  “That’s bullshit,” Paxton says before he takes a swig of his beer.

  “No, it’s not,” I counter.

  “You were a fifteen-year-old kid who had her heart broken, so you turned to other punk ass kids for attention. That’s what being a kid is, making stupid as shit decisions.

  “He was a stupid kid who broke your heart because he thought he was being noble, or some lame ass shit like that. Doesn’t make what he did right. Doesn’t make what you did wrong, either. I don’t recall in the past six years you fuckin’ anybody but your husband, have you?”

  “Never,” I whisper.

  Not only would Scotty kill me, but I wouldn’t cheat on my husband, no matter how much I hated him.

  “You and Bates work your shit out, you gonna fuck his brothers on the side?” he asks. My head shoots up, my eyes connecting with his.

  “Never,” I say firmly. He nods once before he winks.

  “You’re a good girl, Brentlee. Been dealt some shitty hands, but all-in-all, you’ve always been a good girl,” he murmurs.

  “Doesn’t change that I’m a slut, Paxton,” I point out as someone calls for a beer. I quickly pop the top and hand it to the beastly man.

  “So you fucked a few guys when you were a kid. Jesus Christ, do you even know how many girls Bates has fucked?”

  “Um, no, and I don’t think I want to,” I grumble as I continue to wash the never ending shot glass pile.

  “You really don’t; but let’s just say you’re like the Virgin fuckin’ Mary, if we were to do a comparison,” he says.

  He then turns and walks away from me, leaving me standing there, behind the bar, with my mouth wide open.

  “Gonna catch flies, or maybe a swingin’ dick with your mouth open like that, babe,” a man says. I shut my mouth quickly, which causes him to start laughing. “I’m Vault, by the way.”

  “Brentlee,” I offer with a smile.

  “Know your sister real well. She’s good friends with my wife, Rosie,” he grins.

  I spend the rest of the evening serving beers and shots of hard liquor to bikers and whores alike, trying to not stare as the night progresses and people get drunker and drunker.

  The women are naked, the men are getting sucked and fucked, and then there’s me, serving drinks to them all.

  It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, but it still makes me slightly uncomfortable to watch.

  “Shifts over, Brent. You ready to head out?” Paxton asks, coming up behind me and wrapping his fingers around my hip with a squeeze.

  “Sure,” I offer with a smile. I step away from him to grab my coat and purse.

  “You’ll have to be on my bike, Don’t have a cage,” he says with a shrug as we walk out of the bar.

  Luckily, it’s not too chilly out, so I agree and climb on the back of his bike after him.

  “Gonna have to hold on tighter, and closer than that,” he chuckles.

  I scoot even closer to him, my crotch nestled into the small of his back, and my arms tight around his trim waist.

  I hope Bates doesn’t come home tonight. I don’t think I could handle the way he looked at me again, shock and disgust marring his features.

  I am so obviously not his anymore, and now he’s perfectly aware as to why.

  I’m not the good girl I once was.

  I’m just some damaged slut now.

  It’s better this way.

  SNIPER

  It was a dick move to leave her the way I did, I think as I take another shot of tequila. I usually don’t drink the stuff, but tonight, I need it.

  I watch as a pretty blonde named Jordan shakes her tits on stage. They don’t move and for whatever reason, I find that shit hilarious tonight.

  “You’re so fucked up over that girl, it’s ridiculous,” I hear a familiar voice say behind me.

  I turn around as Fury sits down at the bar and motions for a beer from Candy.

  “I am. Turns out, she fucked a whole lotta guys after I went off to boot camp,” I announce as Candy walks up to us, handing Fury his beer and me a water.

  “You been a saint for ten years, so that shit matters to you?”

  Fury asks, taking a pull from his beer. I notice Candy hasn’t left, and isn’t going to. Nosey little bitch.

  “You be all good with LeeLee fuckin’ other guys while you were in the pen, then?” I slur.

  “Not the same thing and you know it. But, I’d get over it; I’d have to with the way I treated her. We all make our beds of roses or shit and have to lie in them. You broke up with her a decade ago. Who or what she did after that is not something you can get pissed at her for. Just like all those bitches you’ve fucked she can’t say dick to you about. It’s a two-way street, brother,” Fury points out.

  He’s right. He’s so fucking right, but I don’t want him to be. I want to be justified in my anger with Brentlee.

  “Not to butt in or nothin’,” Candy begins, butting in. I roll my eyes because she’s always up in my shit. “You can’t expect her to sit around and wait for you for ten years. I mean, even the best good girl on earth ain’t gonna waste all her youth doin’ that shit.”

  “You don’t know shit,” I mumble, taking a shot as Candy throws her head back laughing.

  “Yeah, asshole, I don’t know a damn thing. I know that I’ve wasted plenty of my time and youth on jerks, cheaters, and liars. You cannot get pissed that she didn’t stay your one pure love while you abandoned her and did whatever the fuck you wanted to.

  “Don’t think I haven’t seen you in here, fuckin’ two girls at once. You think she’s gonna be cool with all that? That she should be fine and accept that? But you don’t have to accept that she slept with a few guys when she was young? You’re just pissed because you know who the guys are. All you assholes are the fuckin’ same,” Candy announces before she turns and walks away from me.

  “She’s right,” Fury agrees before he finishes his beer. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

  I don’t protest. I wanted nothing more than to fuck a bitch tonight, to fuck the thoughts of Brentlee away, but I can’t. She’s all I can think about.

  Even now, knowing she’s fucked at least two of my own club brothers, I want inside of her.

  I want to claim her for the world to see, I want to shove it in every motherfucker’s face that—she.is.mine.

  Once I step out of the SUV, Fury tells me that he’ll be by sometime in the morning to take me back to the club for my truck.

  I wave him off and stumble to the porch. I open the front door and Tammy is sitting on the sofa, knitting and watching an old black and white movie. Her head comes up and she awards me with a gentle smile.

  “Stella’s been asleep four hours. What a sweet girl,” she says. Her same smile instantly falls as I stumble toward the chair in the room. “You’re drunk. You didn’t drive did you?”

  “Nope, Pierce brought me home,” I grunt. She nods once as she packs up her shit to leave.

  “You’ll be okay here alone?” she asks, eyeing me, probably afraid I’ll do something insanely stupid. I wouldn’t, not with Stella in the house.

  “I’m good, Tammy. ‘Preciate you watching Stella tonight. Send me a text when you make it home safe, yeah?”

  “Okay, Bates, I will,” she says
, giving me her soft smile again before she leaves.

  I listen for her car to start and then she’s gone and it’s quiet, except for the low hum of the voices coming from the television.

  Once Tammy is gone, I make my way outside for some fresh air. It’s too fucking hot in that house and I can’t turn the A/C down because I don’t want to disturb Stella. I lean my forearms on the bannister and breathe.

  I’m trying to wrap my head around what Candy and Fury said. They’re right, of course.

  How can I get pissed off over something that happened years ago, and when we weren’t even together?

  It’s so fucking irrational. But I’m still pissed. I don’t want any other man on earth, especially my brothers, knowing what her pussy feels like.

  The sound of a motorcycle breaks my thoughts, and I see red as it pulls up my drive.

  Brentlee is holding onto Torch like she’s trying to climb inside of his body. Her tits and pussy are pressed up against his back, her long arms wrapped around his waist, and her long dark hair is blowing back behind her.

  Fucking hell.

  As they come to a stop and he kicks his stand down, I walk down the porch stairs toward them. I can’t take my eyes off of Brentlee’s long as fuck legs as she steps off of his bike.

  The way her hand grabs onto Torch’s shoulder for balance and support. She shouldn’t be on the back of his bike, not when she belongs on the back of mine.

  “The fuck is going on here?” I bark with a sway.

  Fuck, I’m so drunk.

  “Givin’ Brent a ride home, like I said I would,” Torch explains with a shit-eating grin.

  “Get in the house, Brentlee,” I order.

  I watch as her back straightens and one of her hips pops out as her hand rests there. Gorgeous defiance written all over her.

  “No, I haven’t told Paxton thank you for the ride home yet,” she says sticking her chin out. Tigritsa—one hundred percent.

  “Tell Torch thank you and then get your ass in the house,” I bark.

  “Thank you so much for the ride home, Paxton. I really appreciate it,” she says sweetly.

  Her husky voice washes over me, turning me on, and pissing me off because it’s directed at him and not me.

  “Anytime, babe,” he winks. I growl.

  Brentlee doesn’t utter a word as she walks past me and toward the house. I don’t watch her go. Instead, I stay focused on Torch.

  “Stay away,” I warn. He chuckles.

  “Brother, you made it clear you didn’t want in there. Why in the fuck would I stay away? I know what kind of woman she is,” he says as he steps off of his bike and stands nose-to-nose with me.

  “I told everybody she’s mine, I never took that back,” I point out, sounding like a toddler fighting over his favorite toy.

  “You better make her believe she’s yours then, because the way you treated her tonight, not fuckin’ cool. She’s a good girl. She deserves better,” he scolds.

  “She deserves whatever in the fuck I give her, not you, and not anybody else. So stay the fuck away,” I grind before I spit on the ground next to his boots.

  “Then man the fuck up, Sniper, and you won’t have to worry about me. I know just how good of a girl she is just remember that,” he remarks.

  Before I can respond he gets back on his bike, and before I can say another word, he’s gone.

  I turn around and start to stalk toward the house. Brentlee is watching me from the front door. As soon as our eyes connect, hers widen and she takes off toward the bedroom.

  The time has come.

  I can’t wait another fucking minute. It’s time she realizes that she’s mine, that she’s always been mine, and that she will forever be mine.

  I’m going to stake my motherfucking claim right here, and right now. She hasn’t been in love with that asshole she married for a long as fuck time, if ever.

  Me? She’s been in love with me since she was fourteen years old.

  I’ve waited ten long years to have her underneath me again. I can’t wait a minute longer.

  Chapter Nine

  BRENTLEE

  The ride home was exhilarating. I had never been on the back of a motorcycle before, and it was even more exciting than I had ever imagined.

  My body pressed close to Paxton’s, the wind in my hair as we sped down the dirt roads leading to Bates’ country home.

  I watch as Bates gets in Paxton’s face, and I am so embarrassed. Paxton doesn’t want me, and neither does Bates, not really.

  He just doesn’t want any of his friends to be with me. Maybe I should just leave. Stella and I could disappear, maybe go to my brother’s on the east coast.

  Connellee hasn’t been home since the Christmas after Kentlee was disowned by our parents. They made it unbearable for him and he refuses to be part of the whole family.

  I don’t blame him.

  Our parents can be judgmental assholes. I haven’t even attempted to contact them, and for good reason. They would tell Scotty and urge me back to him. Connellee would help me, though. I just know he would.

  I hate to move Stella again. She’s so happy here with Bates in his county home. But if push comes to shove, I won’t have a choice, and she’ll understand—eventually.

  Bates turns as Paxton gets on his bike and roars out of the gravel drive. I can’t look anywhere but Bates’ dark gaze. He looks feral, livid, and so fucking sexy.

  I clench my thighs together before I bite my lip, causing myself pain so I don’t run to him, so I don’t wrap myself around him. I turn and run away from him, into the bedroom, closing the door behind me.

  I should be healing from leaving my ex-husband. I shouldn’t be lusting after Bates. But I am. I haven’t loved Scotty ever, maybe. I don’t know. If I did, that love dissipated on my honeymoon the first time he abused me.

  No, there’s no love for Scotty at all inside of me. The only thing I feel for him other than hate is void. He gave me my daughter, but she isn’t his, never was. She’s mine.

  “Open this fucking door or I’ll beat it down. I really don’t want to wake up Stella right now,” Bates’ low rumbling voice vibrates through the door.

  I take a step away before I turn around and twist the knob.

  The door opens and Bates takes a step inside before closing it behind him and locking the deadbolt.

  I don’t want to know why he has a deadbolt on his bedroom door.

  Not right now.

  I don’t care.

  My body trembles at the sight of him. When his downward eyes flick up to meet mine, I gasp.

  “I’m pissed off at you, Brentlee,” he announces.

  “Bates,” I whisper.

  He takes a step toward me and tangles his fingers in the back of my hair before he gently tugs my head back.

  “But more importantly, I’m pissed off at myself,” he murmurs before his lips crash against mine in a hard, punishing, bruising kiss.

  “I don’t want to be that girl again, Bates, but I don’t think it matters. That’s just who I was,” I admit, closing my eyes.

  Bates’ fingers tighten in my hair and his other hand grabs a handful of my ass so hard I know I’ll have fingertip bruises in the morning. Then he gives my body a gentle shake, forcing me to open my eyes and look up at him.

  “You are not that woman Brent. That girl is gone, so is the woman who Scotty abused. Look how strong you are, you left him. You saved your baby,” he grinds out. “Besides that, you plan on fuckin’ my brothers? Any of them?”

  “No,” I murmur.

  “You’re mine, Brentlee. Your body is mine. Doesn’t matter who’s been inside it in the past. From this moment on, it’s mine. Only cock you’re allowed to fuck is mine. I don’t give a fuck if you don’t want to be my woman, but you won’t take another man’s dick. You hear me?”

  I blink, unsure of what to say. This man in front of me is an asshole. He’s not my sweet Bates, he’s a giant dickhead.

  “I’ll do what
I want, Bates.” I announce.

  He throws back his head in laughter before he lowers it and his nose caresses mine, his lips just millimeters away from my own.

  “You’ll take no dick but mine, Brentlee. I’ll fuckin’ gut any man that comes near you, tigritsa,” he says before his lips crash against mine and his tongue licks the seam forcing my mouth to open before he slips it inside.

  He tastes like tequila and regret. Like the past and the future all rolled into one. My arms involuntarily lift and wrap around his neck, my fingers find their way into his thick, black hair, and I moan as he lifts me off of the ground and walks me toward the bed.

  The backs of my legs hit the bed and I lose my balance falling and landing on the soft mattress.

  Bates kisses down my jaw to my collar bone, and then the tops of my breasts—licking and biting my soft flesh.

  His hands are still wrapped, one in my hair and the other on the cheek of my ass.

  “Bates,” I sigh.

  He sucks the top of my breast before he bites the skin, then sucks harder, marking me.

  “No dick but mine, Brentlee,” he mutters against my skin. Then his hands are gone. “You on the pill?” he nonchalantly asks as he begins to strip out of his clothes.

  I nod my answer as my mouth goes dry at the sight of him. He’s huge. Somehow, with his shirt off, his arms and chest look even bigger than they do encased in the too tight cotton.

  His pants fall to the ground, but I can’t see anything past his thick waist and thicker thighs.

  There is so much to look at, I feel like I need an extra set of eyes. I gasp when his boxers are pushed down and his long, thick cock is on full display in front of me.

  Bates wordlessly strips me out of my own clothes, tossing them behind him, leaving me in only my bra and panties.

  I hold my breath as his eyes wander over my body. I look nothing like the girl I did ten years ago. I’m rounder, softer—fuller, than I was as a teenager.

  “Fuck me, but you’re gorgeous,” he murmurs as his eyes roam my body.

  “Bates, I…” I begin, not knowing what exactly I want to say, but needing to fill the silence in the room.