Hell's Fire MC: The Full Series

by Erin Trejo

  “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” She smiles like the perfect Angel that she is.

  “I love you.” My dick falls soft inside of her until those words leave her mouth. The laughter that erupts out of her makes me smile.

  “Is that all it takes to make you hard?” She loves joking with me.

  “Shit, that’s all that matters to me.”

  It’s the truth. All that matters is that Angel loves me. I don’t think anything else in the world could compare to that.

  The End.

  CHASING GHOSTS

  Prologue

  There was a time in my life, when I thought I had the world at my fingertips. I was young, and naive. I thought the world was mine, and I could do with it what I pleased. I did do what I pleased. In the end, I ruined things. Things that couldn’t be replaced, are now gone. The love of another person is a precious gift that you must hold onto tightly. At times, I thought I’d held on too tightly. Others, I felt like I wasn’t holding on tight enough. In the end, the result was the same. I lost it all. I had Melanie Nations in my grasp when we were just eighteen years old. I tried to keep that grasp, too. I did the best I could for her at the time, or so I’d like to claim. I know now, I didn’t. I didn’t do right by her. I didn’t take care of her the way I was supposed to, and now she’s gone to God knows where.

  Can I blame her? Hell no! I was a complete fuck. I pushed her to limits she couldn’t handle, and it was all for my sick love of the game. I hated myself for doing it. I hated what I had become. This club—these guys—they are all that kept me sane. I learned how to move on with my life. Whatever the hell that was. I lived and breathed every day regretting the way I treated Mel.

  What can I do now? It’s been two long years since I shoved her out the door.

  Two long years that I’ve lived with the regret of letting her go.

  Chapter 1

  “Hey, Ghost! Phone's for you!” Glancing over at Amber, I roll my eyes. No one calls the goddamn clubhouse phone for me. I shove out of my chair and head toward the bar. Amber smiles, passing me the phone.

  “This is your host–with the most–Ghost.” Amber giggles as I grin over at her. No one responds though, which pisses me off.

  “Devil, I swear to fuck if you don’t stop playin’ brother, I will come to your house.” Devil has been fucking with me since the day he moved into his new house.

  “It’s not Devil.” That voice—sends shudders through my body.

  “Mel?” Just saying her name hurts. What the hell is she calling me now, for? Two goddamn years later!

  “I didn’t know who else to call.” Shaking my head, I scrub my hand over my face.

  “You made the wrong call.” Hanging the phone up, I grab the bottle of Jack before heading back toward the couch.

  Dropping down with the bottle in my hand, I sigh. Why the hell did she call me after all this time? As if my head isn’t already a mess with this Throwers bullshit still lingering in the background, now I have her calling me. Although, Flame Throwers aren’t a threat anymore, the backlash is still possible. Trick sits down next to me. “What’s that look for?” I know I make strange faces when I think.

  “Got a phone call that I never thought I’d get.” Trick grabs the bottle, taking a long pull before passing it back.

  “Did you hang up?” I look over at the man. At first, I thought Trick was a normal dude, but now I must wonder.

  “No—I’m still on it.” Trick nods like a fool before looking at my hands. I pray to fuck this man is drunk right now. There’s no way he could possibly be this stupid.

  “You should hang up.” Climbing off the couch, I cock my head to the side taking him in.

  Shaking my head, I go back to my bottle.

  Maybe he is that dumb.

  Drinks keep flowing through the room. It’s a never-ending stream, that I happen to thoroughly enjoy. My eyes land on Nessa. Nessa is a friend of Aria’s, that she’s known since before she came here. That girl is one fine piece of ass, too. She is taller than Aria, but then again, everyone is. She has dark hair, with a bright red strip down the side. She’s fucking sexy, and she knows she is. I can tell by the way she carries herself. My eyes travel over her long-tanned legs—up to that sweet perfectly round ass of hers. I’d like to get a look at what she has going on under that mini skirt she’s wearing. Dragon slaps a drunken hand on my shoulder. “Stop lookin’ so hard. Go get it,” Dragon says. Looking up at him, I grin.

  “You lookin’ too, huh?” Dragon grins but shakes his head.

  “Too young for me, brother. I need an experienced one,” He says with a serious tone. Laughter erupts out of me. Dragon swats at the back of my head before I stand up next to him.

  “You ain’t that old, brother!” I say. Dragon runs his hand through his hair before looking over at me.

  “I am that old, man. Shit, I was here before all of you bitches. Go get that, Ghost,” He says. Shoving me a little in her direction, I go for it. What the hell can it hurt? I walk up behind her, leaning in closely when her elbow comes back, slamming into my stomach.

  “What the fuck was that for?” I grunt. She knocked the air out of me with that one. Nessa turns with a slight smile curling her lips.

  “Don’t walk up on me like that again.” Damn, she did that shit on purpose!

  “I was just bein’ friendly. No need to take my dick off,” I snap. Straightening up, Aria laughs next to her friend.

  “I wasn’t aiming for your dick. Next time I will.” Nessa grins as she watches me.

  “Damn, Aria. You have some nasty friends,” I tell her. Aria’s smile stays in place.

  “She isn’t nasty. She’s just lived a life she shouldn’t have had to.” My eyes come back to Nessa’s. That interests me.

  “What was so bad, that it made you this way?” Stepping into her space, I ready myself for what she might offer.

  “Asshole’s like you. I’ve learned my lesson.” Flipping her hair over her shoulder, it slaps across my face.

  I knew girls could be shitty but damn, that’s the first time one has been that way to me. I mean fuck, look at me! I’m fucking Ghost for God sake!

  ***

  The party is hot as hell right now. I walk over, slapping Amber’s ass, making her giggle.

  “Next time someone calls for me, I’m out,” I say as Amber looks at me confused but it’s none of her business. Finally giving me a nod, I smile and walk the other way. I’m stumbling down the walkway outside of the clubhouse, slamming my shoulder against the wall. I’m a little drunk off my ass right now. So many things filter around in my head. Thoughts of Mel are always there. I don’t know how to erase them. I don’t know how to make them stop.

  “You look like you’re going to throw up.” Nessa’s little voice sends shivers over my body.

  “I don’t throw up, darlin’.” Nessa stands in front of me with a grin on her face. She is a little blurry, but that shit isn’t anything new.

  “That’s not what it looks like to me.” She starts to brush past me but I grab her arm.

  “What is it with you? Why do you want to be such a bitch?” I ask with a grunt. Nessa takes a step back, looking me in the eyes. Maybe bitch was too strong of a word. No, it wasn’t, she’s being a bitch.

  “I’m not being a bitch. I’m simply guarding myself against assholes like you.” How the hell does she even know what I am? She doesn’t know me. She doesn’t know shit about me.

  “Seems, you like to jump to conclusions about people,” I retort. Nessa giggles slightly before pulling her arm free of my grasp.

  “I know your type. I was with a guy in another MC once. He was a real piece of shit–much like the rest of the guys. I don’t see you as being any different.” Wow! I didn’t see that one coming at me. It was like she threw a brick in my goddamn face.

  “I’m not all other guys, sweetheart. Some of us are different. Stuck up bitches like you wouldn’t know that, though,” I grunt. I bump my shoulder in
to hers as I walk past her. I left her there with her mouth hanging open. She deserved that shit, though. She doesn’t know me, or my life. I don’t like those uptight bitches that think they are better than everyone. I’ve ran into more of them than I care to admit. They all come out the same, though. Some girls just don’t understand what makes a good man. I know I’ve done shit in the past that may dispute that fact, but overall, I think I’m a pretty good person. Continuing my stumble down the side of the clubhouse, I just need to sleep this shit off. I’ve drank far too much in a short amount of time. That call from Mel has gotten my head warped.

  I don’t know what the hell she wanted, or why she even called me. However, I’ll be damned if I let her back in my life after two years. Two years of longing. Two years of missing the one thing that made sense to me. I can’t get drawn back into a world of hurt. I’ve worked to goddamn hard for that. I was a fucking mess when she left. Granted, it was my fault but I tried to get her back. She wanted nothing to do with me.

  So why am I letting her fuck with my head right now?

  Chapter 2

  I wake up—my body covered in a cold sweat. My face is pressed into the pillow as visions assault my mind. I hate sleeping; I hate falling asleep because I never know what might creep in on me. Tonight, was a little different. I dreamt of my mom. I was there when she was killed. Someone broke into our house when I was a young boy. They were looking for my dad but he wasn’t home yet. He was at work, and it was just my mom and me. I heard her blood curdling screams. It pierced my heart. I heard her being dragged toward my room when I climbed under the bed. I was always disappearing. That’s how I got my nickname. No one ever knew where I was, or when I’d pop the fuck up. I was always like that. I lay there in silence. The door flew open, and I saw her bare feet as she was dragged across the room. Her legs dangled as the man held her in place. The man growled… “Where’s the fucking kid?” My mom was gasping for air, I could hear her.

  “I told you… he wasn’t… here.” Her voice still haunts my memories. The pained sound of it, the way she was trying her hardest to protect me.

  I closed my eyes, not wanting to see anything but for some reason, I kept opening them. There was something that just kept pulling me back to the sight in front of me. Her gurgling was the first thing I heard. Then I saw the drops of blood that slowly fell to the floor in front of me. I wanted to scream—I wanted to come out from under the bed and help her—but I was only seven. I knew no different back then. Her body fell a few minutes later with a thud. The man left, I heard the door close. I slid out from under my bed, crawling across the floor to her. Her eyes were partially open and she was looking right at me.

  “Mom… Are you okay?” I reached for her, shaking her slightly. I wanted her to wake up. I wanted her to say something. She blinked a few times but she wasn’t there.

  “I love you David.” She spoke my name softly before she was gone. I rested there in her blood.

  I pressed my lips to her cheek and snuggled into her chest. What was I supposed to do? I was seven fucking years old. I don’t really know how long I stayed there. It could have been hours but to a seven-year-old, it felt like forever. My dad finally came home. I heard him call out for her but I couldn’t move. She was so cold, I didn’t want to let her go. He walked in and my eyes blinked away the sleep that I felt. I looked at up at him, a blank look painted his face.

  “Oh God… No… Marcy.” My dad cries. Tears fell down his cheeks. He looked at her lying there in a pool of her own blood before reaching for me. He pulled me up, pulling me into his chest.

  I didn’t cry. I didn’t fully understand the magnitude of what was going on in that moment. I knew she wasn’t waking up but the truth didn’t make sense to me either. I didn’t understand that she was dead. I thought she was asleep.

  “You need to go down to Mrs. Shelton’s house. Tell her to call the police.” I didn’t move at first. He shook me slightly before I looked up into my dad’s lost eyes.

  “Do you hear me? Don’t come back here, David. Call the police.” Nodding once, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my head before shoving me out of the room. I was only a few steps out the front door when I heard the boom. At the time it didn’t make sense, either. I didn’t stop or go back in to see what the sound was. Maybe deep down inside of me, I knew.

  Washing my face, I look at myself in the mirror. I’ve never held much hate for my parents. I know my mom did all she could. Hell, she saved me.

  I thought about being mad at my dad for killing himself and leaving me, too. I wanted to hate him. I could never do it, though. He had his reasons for what he did. Besides, what good would it have done me to hate someone that wasn’t around to be on the receiving end of that hate?

  I know how much he loved my mom. He would've never made it without her.

  Time doesn’t heal all wounds. Those wounds are still lingering in my chest. They are always there. Like an open sore that never fully closed. Melanie was the glue that held me together for several years. I slowly ruined that too, though. Shaking my head, I can’t focus on this shit right now. I throw my shirt on and pull my cut on over it. Heading out the door, I need to get some breakfast before I head out on this run. Stepping into the dining room, I stop.

  “You know I’m always up for a good piece of ass, but goddamn man! I’d rather eat after her ass was on the table—not yours!” I growl. Aria straddles Roc as she fucks him on the table. Not that I don’t mind the view. Aria is fucking hot as hell. I would stand there and watch, but I know Roc would get pissed. As many times as I’ve caught these two, you would think they would stay in their room.

  “Fuck off, Ghost!” Aria’s yelps make me chuckle.

  I walk past them and into the kitchen before I notice Nessa is still here.

  “If you plan on eatin’ that, you may want to stay in here with it,” I say nodding toward Nessa’s food. Nessa looks over her shoulder at me. She’s confused as to why I said that. “Your girl is ridin’ the fuckin’ rodeo on the breakfast table,” I say. Nessa giggles before turning back to what she was doing. Damn, that was a sweet little laugh.

  I grab a pan and reach around her for the eggs.

  “I made extra, if you want some,” She offers. I raise an eyebrow, taking her in. Did she just offer me food after being such a bitch?

  “Does that mean you’re done bustin’ my nuts?” Nessa turns slowly, passing me a plate.

  “For now, sorry about last night. I was in a mood,” Nessa shrugs before moving past me. A mood from hell. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think the girl was on her goddamn period being all emotional. I turn to watch her set her plate on the counter before hopping up on it.

  “If that was your mood, I’d like to see you pissed.” Her grin is beautiful. It’s so bright, and airy.

  “I don’t get pissed often. I’ve been trying to rein that in,” She says. I set my plate next to hers before heading to the fridge.

  “Want some juice?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder, she nods. I grab two of the small bottles before walking back over to her. She’s cute. I would fuck her. Hell, I might even fuck her a few times.

  “What are your plans today?” Her eyes come up to meet mine. She’s unsure of my intent and I can’t blame her. I am a jackass when I want to be.

  “I don’t know.” Sticking another bite of eggs into her mouth, I nod trying not to watch her mouth as she chews.

  “I have a run if you want to go, then stop by the beach.”

  ***

  Nessa sits there, with her fork lingering near her mouth. She doesn’t move as she watches me.

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” She finally says. Shrugging, I grab my juice and swallow it down in three big gulps.

  “No strings attached, darlin’. I was just goin’ to hang out at the beach while I was out there for a while. Take a break.” I finish my food before placing the plate in the sink. I turn back toward her and she’s still sitting still.

  “Thanks
for breakfast,” I tell her as I walk to the door before she stops me.

  “I don’t have a swimsuit.” Glancing over my shoulder, I smile.

  “Naked?” I ask. Seeing the look on her face, I laugh. Hey, I had to give myself points for trying. Can’t blame me, I am a man.

  “Borrow one from Aria. I’ll be ready in thirty minutes.” Walking out of the kitchen, I head to Dragon’s room. I need to get a little more information on where I’m meeting these assholes for this drop. I don’t like going in blind, it never ends well for me. One of us is going to die, and it isn’t going to be me. Since we took out Cambridge a while back, we’ve been running most the sticky green shit that runs around here. It works for us. They need the supplies, and we have them to offer up. It’s a great profit for the club. It’s a win-win for us. Knocking on his door, it pops open within seconds. Amber grins at me as she walks past, wiping at her lips. Damn, I know for a fact that girl can suck like a vacuum. I follow her with my eyes as she swishes her ass down the hallway. I might need to hit that later.

  “Didn’t know you were gettin’ that,” I say to him not sure that I even want to know. Closing the door behind me, Dragon shrugs.

  “It was a long night. You ready?” Nodding, he walks to the desk and picks up a paper.

  “You’re meetin’ them at this address. There shouldn’t be any issues.” Taking the paper out of his hand, I read over the address. I’ve been to that part of town before. It’s nothing I can’t handle.

  “Can I ask you somethin’, Dragon.” He drops onto the couch, looking up at me.

  “You know you can always ask me anything, brother.” Dragon’s a good guy. He has a good heart; sometimes he lets it show.

  “Mel called here the other night. I hung up, didn’t listen to shit she had to say.” His eyes widen before he rubs his hand over his face.