Sandman's Awakening: Twisted Iron MC

by Liberty Parker

  Sandman’s Awakening

  Twisted Iron MC

  Liberty Parker

  Kayce Kyle

  Contents

  Cover Page

  Character Bible

  Blurb

  Prologue

  1. Aria

  2. Aria

  3. Aria

  4. Aria

  5. Sandman

  6. Sandman

  7. Sandman

  8. Aria

  9. Sandman

  10. Aria

  11. Sandman

  12. Aria

  13. Sandman

  14. Sandman

  15. Aria

  16. Aria

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About Liberty

  About Kayce

  Also by Liberty Parker

  Also by Kayce Kyle

  Copyright

  Sandman’s Awakening

  Twisted Iron MC

  Copyright © Liberty Parker & Kayce Kyle 2019

  Published by Liberty Parker & Kayce Kyle

  Cover by: Dark Water Covers https://goo.gl/mhVY1Y

  Model : Daniel Chiorean of Pathway Talent Services

  Photographer : James Critchley Photographer

  Edited by: Darlene Tallman

  Proofreading by: Charmane Brooks

  Formatting by: Liberty Parker

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  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. All the characters in this book are fiction and figments of the authors’ imaginations. No part of this story is based on

  any true events or anyone’s life. If any MC names are used by any real, or true person, it is coincidental and in no way based on them or any real-life human being, living or not.

  Character Bible

  MC Members

  Rogue—President

  Bane—VP

  Sandman—Rogue’s Enforcer

  Pyro—Bane’s Enforcer

  Shadow—Club’s IT tech

  Stone—Treasurer

  Fox—Patched member(sniper)

  Edge—Road Captain

  Story—Patched member

  Phantom—Secretary

  Stitches—Club Doctor

  Mercenary—Sargent at Arms

  Prospects

  Pee-Wee

  Shifter

  Stretch

  Shade

  Women

  Harmony (Outlaw) Mercenary’s Old Lady

  Talia (Trouble) Edge’s Old lady

  Harlow—Bane’s Old lady

  Aria—Sandman’s Old lady

  Blurb

  Sandman

  Growing up, I always knew I’d be a member of the Twisted Iron MC. It’s in my blood. I was born and bred MC. My father was the club’s original enforcer. When I was grown and man enough, I followed in his footsteps. What none of the brothers realize, is that my father wasn’t the same man at home as he was in the clubhouse. Having big boots to fill, I’ve always strived to be not only a better man than him in general, but a more lethal enforcer. The day I met Aria Stevens, she was my salvation, my light, the one person who made my miserable existence worth fighting for. The day I lost her was far worse than anything my twisted mind could fathom. From that moment on, Hawke ceased to exist, and Sandman was born.

  Aria

  The day I first laid eyes on Hawke Morgan is one I could never forget. I was new to our high school and when some ill-intended boys attempted to corner me, he was my only hope. After that, we were inseparable. He spent most evenings with me and my family. He never fully opened up to me about what was happening to him behind closed doors, but I knew it wasn’t good. After his father's passing, he began to bring me around the clubhouse and the people he called family. He seemed to be happier and our relationship grew and flourished rapidly. That was, of course, until the day I was taken. Even during my darkest nights, I never gave up hope that he would find me—and he did. Things will never be the same after this for either of us. And even though he’s fully embodied the road name Sandman, I know somewhere underneath it all is Hawke. My only problem now is convincing him of that. How can I assure him that he has been, and always will be, my savior? Or is it too late for us and the life we once dreamed of sharing?

  Prologue

  Sandman

  Sleep seems to elude me mostly since I’ve gotten my girl back from those monsters. My slumber comes and goes in waves as I constantly wake to reassure myself that she’s still either laying in the safety of my arms, or snuggled securely in my bed. With Viper and the Henchmen gone from this world, you’d think I would be able to relax a little more. But there’s always the thought and fear lingering in the back of my mind that somehow she could be taken from me again. The top of her head is nuzzled against my neck as her soft and delicate cheek rests against my chest. I watch each rise and fall of the breaths she takes before gently brushing a few stray hairs away, exposing more of her beautiful face. It’s these moments that I feel most at ease knowing she’s fast asleep and at peace. Nothing but the still and quietness of the night with our room dimly lit by the moonlight that peeks in. It is also in these moments as I stare at her that I inwardly plot and set out to seek revenge on her behalf. Who that is exactly is something I’m still attempting to figure out considering we’ve already killed those responsible for her disappearance in the first place. The only thing I am sure of is that something dark and sinister brews deep within my mind, beckoning me to surrender myself completely to its will and fully unleash my wrath. This darkness grows stronger by the day and with that, I can feel my willpower against it losing the battle. I only hope that I can keep it contained long enough to know that she’s completely healed from her traumatic experience and is strong enough to handle my demon when he finally emerges. Leaning down, I press my lips to the top of her head and lay back, resting my head on my pillow as I inwardly beg for a brief moment of peace so I can get some shut eye.

  1

  Aria

  My lids are still heavy and my vision is blurry as I attempt to pry my eyes open due to the morning rays that stalk their way through the folds of the blinds. Still managing to focus properly, I avert my gaze up to Hawke who is in the same position I remember when I fell asleep. This seems to be a regular occurrence with him. Every night I drift off in his strong, protective arms, and sometimes I wake up on the other side of the bed or still in the same position. But one thing is certain, the man must be made of stone to always stay in one position throughout the entire night.

  Raising my hand, I reach up to caress his cheek before I have to climb out of bed to pee but before any contact is made, I find my wrist firmly in his grasp. Air escapes my lungs as I gasp and make eye contact. He’s wide awake, but the reflection staring back at me is cold and full of anger and pure hate. “Hawke,” I softly cry out. “You’re hurting me.”

  Watching his eyes gloss from dark back to something resembling more human—I find myself in a state of shock and confusion. Immediately he releases my wrist as he exhales and his face drips with an unspoken apology. He takes my hand, bringing it to his lips and kisses it. “I’m sorry, baby. Life of a biker I suppose.
Always on-guard.”

  He’s lying straight through those pearly whites, but since this is a one-time occurrence, I’ll let it be. At least for now. I know he’s been through some deep and dark shit himself and that was before I was taken. So, God only knows what else happened in my absence. I feel my brow furrow slightly as it arches along with a half-cocked smirk I’m feigning. “And I suppose that’s not gonna be something I have to get used to now is it?”

  Again, he tries to deceive me with his words while maneuvering around the subject, asking, “The life of a biker?”

  He leans forward, pressing his lips to mine. “Afraid so.”

  Deciding to indulge for now, I play along with his facade even though deep down I know there’s so much more brewing. “Hawke,” I begin before he stifles my words with a single finger pressed against my lips.

  “I know we originally talked about you calling me by my given name behind closed doors versus in public. But, let’s start practicing now, huh? Now, repeat after me. Sandman.” His eyes light up when he says this to me and it’s as if I am watching an internal flip being switched.

  I’ve always been a sucker where he’s concerned in the past, but everything is different now. The core beings of who we both were, have essentially died and been reborn into versions neither one of us fully understands yet. I have spent years obeying orders from an abusive man who took me hostage against my will. So, I’m having trouble taking orders from, well, anyone. Quickly, I slide my way across the bed and find my feet on the floor as he reaches out to grab me. “Gonna have to be faster than that, Hawke.” I wink at him before turning around and sashaying my way toward the bathroom. “The girls are sort of making me get out and go to lunch today. So, I have more pressing matters to tend to at the moment.”

  Behind me I hear a deep but low grumble followed by, “Woman!”

  I can feel the corners of my mouth turn upward as a grin begins to form, but I never look back. That’s right, two can play these games. When he decides to be honest with me, I will reciprocate by doing the things he asks.

  Sandman

  Momentarily, I find myself distracted by the sway of her hips and naked ass cheeks as she turns her back on me. Reaching between my legs I adjust my hardened cock. Since having her back, she has been different than one would expect, but this attitude and sassing is something I’m not used to. My thoughts lie somewhere between fucking her right back into submission, and just wanting to hold her tight until she knows she’s safe again. The only problem is that I find myself constantly second guessing if the latter still remains true. For now though, I’ve decided that staying at the clubhouse is our safest bet. On one hand I’m glad she’s finally accepting of finally venturing out from the confinement of this place. The other part of me feels tormented at all of the horrible possibilities that could go wrong. I feel like trouble is out there lurking, just waiting to find her and cause as much havoc as possible. I can’t shake this feeling, my natural born instincts are tingling at the base of my skull, begging for me to listen. Fuck. My gut is usually never wrong, but since all of this has transpired I can’t seem to figure out how to decipher between the lines. They all seem so blurry now and run together.

  Fox bursts through the door butt ass naked with a joint between his lips swiveling his hips as his dick swings around in circles. “Wake up, fuckers! Harmony and Merc are bringing baby Ireland Melodi Parker to the clubhouse today. Talia and Harlow have already started prepping the food.” He’s doing a happy dance which has his dick flying left and right. My eyes are fucking burning from the view. Why the fuck is he using the baby’s entire name? They’ve both made it clear they’ll be calling her Melodi. He’s a fucking odd character. But he’s my brother and I love his crazy ass.

  “And I’m positive both mother and father will be thrilled that you’re galivanting around here with your dick bouncing around. Not to mention the second-hand smoke,” I spit out callously before reaching behind me, grabbing my pillow, and launching it at him. “Now get the fuck out of here and go put that thing away.”

  His face drops. “The joint?”

  “No, motherfucker. Your goddamn dick. And yes, while you’re at it, put that fucking thing out, too,” I tell him, losing patience with his childish antics by the second.

  “Nah, Harmony’s never been a prude or too good for any of this. You’re tripping, brother,” he rebuts.

  Leaning forward, I ready myself to come off this bed and force him out. But he hastily retreats, closing the door behind him. His pasty white ass is the last thing my eyes see as he saunters out the door.

  As I go to stand up from the bed I hear Rogue holler down the hallway, “God damnit, Fox! Put your motherfucking cock away!”

  Aria steps out of the bathroom wearing nothing more than her birthday suit while towel-drying her hair. “What’s all the hollering about?” As she asks this question, my eyes zero in on her large pink nipples. Her breasts bounce with her movement, causing my mouth to water in anticipation.

  And, there grows my cock. Mentally I try to talk myself out of taking her this moment and slamming her against the wall as I drive myself into her warm depths. “Woman, unless you want to spend your day sore and walking funny, you’d better take your naked ass back in there and put some clothes on. You’ve already tested my patience once, this makes twice now, three strikes and I’ll be bending you over this bed for hours.”

  Her eyes grow wide before they narrow at my words. “Fine. But only because I’m already on borrowed time before the girls get here. And can you believe baby Melodi’s already a month old? Crazy how time flies. But it’s about time those two finally brought her to the clubhouse.”

  “Nice change of subject, Aria,” I grumble. “And while I agree, because technically she is the newest club member, she’s their daughter. I’ve never personally had a baby, but I can only imagine Harmony’s needed some time to heal if you know what I mean?”

  Now clothed, but with still damp hair, Aria steps out of the bathroom. “Okay, smartass.” Continually, I watch as she runs a brush through her hair. “And unfortunately for you, you aren’t equipped with the correct reproductive organs needed for birthing children.”

  “Well thank fuck for that,” I spit out.

  “You can say that again. I can’t imagine what would happen to the world population if men were solely responsible for bringing life into it. The human race would go extinct,” she replies, batting her eyelashes at me with a sarcastic grin plastered across her face.

  “Yeah, yeah. Women love saying that. Need to discuss with Rogue which prospect he’s decided will be shadowing y’all today. I specifically requested that it be PeeWee, but he’s on another assignment. Rogue was gonna see what he could do about switching out PeeWee and Shifter but he made no promises.” I make my way past her, planting a kiss on the back of her head as I turn the shower on for myself.

  2

  Aria

  After Hawke has finished his showering and throwing on his clothes and cut, we head downstairs to join the rest of the crew. All the men are either standing around with a beer in their hands, or in the billiards room smoking whatever they’re in the mood for. Honestly, this is an MC clubhouse, but I just have a feeling from what little I know about Mercenary he’s gonna be less than thrilled with these men. So, I excuse myself into the kitchen to help Harlow and Talia with what’s left of the food to prepare.

  Grabbing Hawke’s bicep, I tell him, “Going into the kitchen to help the women with the food.” He nods before gesturing his approval for me to leave his presence. Internally, I scream inside with frustration.

  As I’m walking away, I hear Edge shout out, “Just make sure Talia’s not skinning any fucking animals. Especially Bugs Bunny. Swear to fuck you’ll never be the same after seeing some shit like that.” I momentarily stop as a shudder runs down my body. I continue my way into the kitchen as an eruption of laughter from the men can be heard behind me.

  Rubbing my hands together as I make my wa
y in the kitchen, I take in the aroma of an apple pie as it’s being baked in the oven. “That smells heavenly.” After washing my hands, I turn around and ask, “What can I do to help you ladies now that I’ve been allowed to leave Sandman’s sight?”

  Talia’s brow arches and she looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “Allowed, huh? These men I tell ya.” She shakes her head as she continues peeling an apple that’s already in her hand. “You can grab another paring knife or whatever you’re most comfortable with and help me peel the rest of these apples if you’d like?” She holds up a regular knife with about a four to five-inch blade. “Personally, I’m more comfortable using this to peel with.”

  “Yeah, so I’ve been informed,” I reply, as I grab a paring knife and an apple before beginning to peel away.

  “Heard what?” Talia pauses, and I can feel the heat of her glare on me before I even look up.

  “That I might find you in here skinning something?” flies from my mouth before I even have time to think. Shit. Now, it feels like I’m tattling on her man. Should’ve kept my big mouth shut but now I’ve already spoken out of turn so I feel compelled to follow through. “Most likely an animal if I heard Edge correctly,” I quickly respond, before looking back down to continue the job I was tasked with.