by M. Kristine
Contents
Title Page
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
Also by Aleisha Maree
About the Author
Acknowledgments
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BOOK ONE
ALEISHA MAREE & M. KRISTINE
THE BEAUTIFUL & THE DAMNED
ACE OF SPADES MC
BOOK ONE
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M. Kristine
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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
To all the humans who believe in all types of love.
The Hard. The Ugly. The beautiful. And above all else the crazy that consumes your soul.
Love overcomes all things.
Love always ~ Aleisha Maree
From M. Kristine……
To my co-writer and amazing friend…Love you till the end girl!!!!
Prologue
Luca
Age 10
Dragging my bag behind me after another long day at school, I headed for the kitchen to grab the milk and cookies that Mrs. H would have laid out.
Yep, you guessed it, I was right. There was a note folded on top of the plate of freshly baked choc chip cookies. My stomach growled on sight of them alone. Gooey and warm, just what all kids want for an afternoon snack.
Opening the note after stuffing one into my mouth, dropping warm crumbs onto the stack of more cookies, I read:
Remember Luca homework; I will be checking. Just under that was a smiley face with more writing: I’m watching you. Rolling my eyes side to side in my head, I look to see if she’s lurking out of the corner of my eyes. Nope, nothing.
Picking up the plate I then look around me and push my hands on the salon-style doors of the kitchen that lead out to the bar and main room of the club, nope. No Mrs. H there. Looking up toward the roof and wrap around stairs that lead to the top floor housing all the rooms and offices, nope, again not a sign of her.
Letting out the breath I was holding, my cheeks red and my lungs begging for air, I take the whole plate of cookies and a glass of milk then head to the great room to watch some cartoons.
Stopping dead in my tracks, Mrs. Austin stands by the large bay window looking over the back garden of the club. She’s holding a stunning baby in her arms and has another in the bassinet.
“Oh, I'm sorry,” I stumbled out as her eyes meet mine. Her smile was bright and her face full of warmth and pride.
“No, No, Luca, it’s fine darling. Come in.” She stares at me then her eyes fall back down to the baby in her arms.
Placing the cookies and milk down on the table I walked over to her and the babies. I knew she had them and was so excited for her to bring them back. For some reason, I can't quite explain, I just knew I needed to know they were here and safe.
Stepping closer to Mrs. Austin, I pushed up on my tiptoes to peer at the baby wrapped in a white blanket with daisies on it in her arms. There was a small sprinkling of red hair coating her head.
“This is Senna. Senna, this is Luca and he will look after you.” My eyes fall onto the baby, her skin so white so soft I instantly felt drawn to her. A pull to my body was rippled with electricity and I thought that it would take my breath away
“Isn't that right, Luca,” Mrs. Austin said to me, her eyes meeting mine as I reluctantly pulled myself from the baby in her arms. My skin was prickly, and my heart was beating so fast.
She looked like heaven and smelt like a promise. I knew I had to protect her from that moment. I knew there was nowhere she would go without me.
Luca
Age 18
Eighteen, my life is pretty much what I expected it to be. I was brought up in the club. I ate, slept and breathed the club. Tonight, I received my patch. I am now a blue AOS. I have worked my ass off to get here, to this point, and tonight, watching the club and surrounding chapters party is a reminder that I have done it.
Resting my legs up on the stones circling the massive fire pit I have a beer in my hand and a chica on my right. She was presented to me with a wink from the old man.
Oh, old man, I have had my dick wet well before now. I smiled and thanked him. Now she's been shadowing me all night.
Looking over the roaring flames of the fire, I see Senna playing with the other club member’s kids. My eyes follow her and the bigger boys playing with the girls. The urge to protect her, love her, keep her safe and within eye contact is unreal. It’s also getting harder and harder. I did request for her to be home-schooled and received the most random looks from everyone involved. Needless to say, she's in school now.
“What?” I questioned them while raising my brow. I remember that day like it was yesterday. “She and Saylor are the club’s Princesses and they’re the prez’s only daughters, I may add. Their safety is paramount. Isn't it?” All they did was stare. Mrs. Austin just smiled at me nodding her head. It's always been that way with her. Like she knows something I don’t.
“Baby, wanna go to your room now?” the cooing voice of Callie hitting my ears, annoying me instantly.
“Nope,” I spat out watching Senna.
“Well, baby, you know I've wanted you for so long now.” Her nails ran up the inside of my thigh and I flinched at her touch.
“Mmmmm, see, baby, you want it,” she purred, mistaking my flinch for something imitating desire, I was about to tell her to fuck off when a scream took my attention away from her. I snapped my head around fast toward the kids. I see my little Senna on the ground clutching her left knee in her hands while tears fell down her flushed cheeks.
Fear gripped me at the forefront of my mind as I jumped up. I wanted to throttle the punk running to her aid. I shoved the kid away from her
“The fuck you do?” I hollered at him, his big eyes looking up at me blankly. “Well?” I spat as tears formed in his eyes “Cat got ya tongue, boy?” I screamed as Senna pulled at my pant leg.
“It’s ok, Luca. It was an accident.” Her sweet, melodic voice filled my ears and calmed me as I fell down beside her.
The boy tried to stammer out a sorry while my eyes
burned into his. I spoke to my little angel, “Let me see, princess.”
Pulling her little hands from her knee, I see that she has scraped it on the stones around the fire pit. I turn my eyes to the boys standing around Saylor, holding her hand, while blood is smeared over Senna’s perfect, white skin, my blood boils.
“This is the sort of shit that happens when you boys have no respect.” I seethe out while scooping our biker princess, not actually my biker princess, into my arms storming off.
Once inside, I head for the kitchen grabbing the first aid kit and taking her to the lounge room.
Placing her tiny body down on the couch, her arms so tight around me as my eyes met hers, I know at that moment she was more than the prez’s daughter.
This little lady was my soul. Fuck, we are all fucked now.
Senna
Age 16
Today’s supposed to be one of the most important in my life, a rite of passage. I mean, a girl only turns sixteen once in her life. Saylor and I are coming of age, finally becoming women. If only the men who have our hearts would see it that way. I scan the lot at the clubhouse, looking for the man who stole my heart when I was a little girl. He’s always watched over me. Protecting the “princess” as he so affectionately calls me. I am fucking hate it.
I mean technically, I am a club princess, me and my twin Saylor. Our dad is the president of a motorcycle club and we are his only children. From the day we came home from the hospital, every man in this club has taken it upon himself to protect us. No one has taken this job more seriously than Luca.
From the first day he saw me, Luca has been my guardian. Mom told me that from the moment he saw me in the clubhouse, he’s been watching over me. At ten years old, Luca let everyone know that I was under his protection.
Over by a line of bikes he stands with two of the other brothers. Luca Warren, aka Viper, is the enforcer for the Ace of Spades MC. He is large and built like a brick shithouse and the sexiest man I have ever seen.
“What ya lookin’ at?” is whispered in my ear and I let out a yelp. I was so lost in everything that is Luca, I didn’t hear Saylor sneak up on me.
“Nothing,” I squeak in reply.
“Mmmhmm. Viper is nothing Sen? Be careful. If daddy or one of our uncles catches you looking at him like that…” she trails off. I know what she isn’t saying. That we can’t be with the men we want more than anything. Days like today I hate my life.
Before I can turn away, Luca looks up catching me staring. It’s like he knows when I'm near. He can feel me looking at him, which is all the damn time. I can't help it; I seek him out and don't even realize it.
I start moving toward him and Saylor grabs my arm. I look to my sister glaring at her. Why in the fuck did you stop me? Asking without saying the words. She just shakes her head, releasing the hold she has on me.
Putting my back to her, readying myself to go to Luca, I see one of the chicas slid up beside him wrapping herself around his large frame. I stop in my tracks and watch as he grabs her ass with his large hand and buries his face in her neck. She giggles as he continues to paw her ass.
I mean, I know he hasn't been celibate and has had his fair share of women. But this is the first time he has done it in front of me. As if he knows how I feel about him, not caring how it will affect me.
I am so shocked by his actions I just continue to stare. It’s like seeing a train wreck and I can't stop watching. After several minutes of them dry humping each other, he grabs her hand moving them away from the crowd and back toward the clubhouse.
As they make their way past Saylor and I he looks at me with an emotion that I can’t place. I watch as Luca and the club whore make their way inside, no doubt to his room. He will be doing to her what I want him to do me.
Not sure how long I stand, there tears streaming down my face, before Saylor pulls me into a hug, letting me cry out the crushing heartbreak I feel.
Chapter One
Viper
Every bone in my body ached with warning; every muscle stiffened with fear at the thought of her. Watching her watch me is one of my favorite pass times. The way her cheeks blush a shade of pink and her nipples twist to a peek inside the cotton of her shirt. Her lips when she runs her tongue over them to dampen the drying lips that cause me so much arousal just picturing them wrapped around my cock. But then there is the stubborn person that I am and don't heed to the warning. I didn't listen to my own body’s warning, nor did I listen to the warnings around me.
She was a flame able to burn through me, like right through me. Look at her standing there on the edge of the clubhouse, the building shielding her perfect, white skin from the sun with the breeze kicking up around her taking small strands of her hair and swirling them around her face and shoulders. Dressed in just a tank and cut-off jeans, that are way too short for a clubhouse princess like her, makes me groan with a moan of lust and a growl of disapproval. She’s my hot flame and I am just a moth, unknowing of the harm this women could cause or the power that she could have over me because at the moment I'm caught up with keeping her at arms length and fucking any chica that comes my way to distract me from one thing: Senna with her baby doll features and long hair that would look so good fanned out over my gas tank.
I have loved this kid since before I even knew what love was, so doing this to her actually hurts a man like me. Walking past her with a club whore, one of the in-house chicas that are here for one thing, servicing our dicks with no fucking strings, no emotions and no feelings. So, seeing the pain in her eyes kills me. This chica means nothing and the stunning Senna, she fucking means everything. But I can’t let that out as she’s the prez’s daughter and well, there are laws around fucking with a family club member of the prez. High ranker, brother or not, you didn’t fuck where you lay and fucking Senna was fucking where I laid.
Coming down from my room at the club I seen her at the bar pouring the boys some beers. The way her slender fingers wrapped around the tap, pulling it down, had my cock, which was semi-hard from the thrashing I just gave the whore who’s still a weeping mess on my bedroom floor, twitching inside my jeans. Her laugh hits me and breaks me, freezing me in this moment as I watch her interact with the boys knowing that she will never be alone. That they will always be here for her.
As I light up my cigarette, I watched the way a new prospect, who had ridden in this morning with a sister chapter, watched Senna and it had my blood boiling. The way she looked at him intent, listening to his every word. That's her though, she will give you her full attention regardless of what she is doing because it's a form of respect that her beautiful Mom had installed in her and one of the things, I loved about her. Fuck, shaking my head clearing all thoughts of loving her from my mind. I can't. It's not safe.
Walking over to the bar slamming my hands down on the counter. “Beer, Princess.” My voice clipped, my eyes on the kid with his hands wrapped around a Bud lite.
Senna’s warm fingers find my face tilting my chin up, my eyes meeting her death stare. “Pardon?” her voice was sharp.
“Princess, Beer.” Staring deep into her damn near soul. She always let me past the wall and into the depths.
“Please?” Her grip tightens on my chin, my body hums at the touch, she's a damn firecracker that will surely get us both in trouble.
“Please, Princess.” Sending her a wink I see the red creep up her neck, and I know she knows.
“That's better Biker boy,” she coos out, her voice melodic.
The punk next to me laughs around his beer, my hand pulls Senna’s from my chin and she squeezes my hand in warning. Nope, not heeding it.
“Boy do you know who I am?” my tone dark. Closing in on him, I turn him in his barstool. He pales, his eyes dart from me to Senna to me and back again. “She can't help you, boy. What's so funny?” I bark out.
“I… ummm ...I,” he stutters out, fear in his eyes.
“I asked you a question boy. Best you answer without stammering. Either yo
u are a biker or a mouse?” Raising my brow at him his eyes flick shut and back open again.
“Well you asked him two so what one do you want answered?” My eyes snap to hers, laughter and amusement dance through them.
“Senna, not now,” I say, clenching my jaw on the last word.
“Well, here's your beer now calm down,’ she sasses out. Fuck I’d love nothing more than to spank that sass outta her.
“Well, boy. Questions. Two of them requiring answers.” He gives me a deer in the headlights look and swallows that lump in his throat.
“Everyone, well, everyone knows you and nothing’s funny really.”
Looking at him with a death glare I reach for his shirt and pull him up off of his stool into my face, “Well, not everybody who’s seen you thought it would be funny to disrespect me in my club in front of the princess herself.”
Walking to the door with his scrawny body in the air, his toes dangling over the wooden floors of the club. Kicking the door open I say, “Stay the fuck out there till you find your fucking respect, boy.”
Walking back in my eyes zone in on miss smart ass. She's leaning against the back of the bar, cleaning the inside of a glass with a towel. Her eyes burning fire and her lips cracked into a soul-shattering smile.
