Reclaimed

by Land, E. C.

  Reclaimed

  E.C. Land

  Contents

  Horse’s Bride

  Thorn’s Revenge

  Twister’s Survival

  Devils Riot

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are all products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblances to persons, organizations, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.

  Horse’s Bride, Thorn’s Revenge & Twister’s Survival. Copyright © 2019 by E.C. Land. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used in articles or reviews. For information contact E.C. Land.

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  Cover design by Charli Childs, Cosmic Letterz Design

  Editing by: Courtney Lynn Rose, Knox Publishing

  Formatting by: E.C. Land, Knox Publishing

  Created with Vellum

  Horse’s Bride

  Acknowledgments

  Tommy – You’re the best no matter how much you say I frustrate you when I start talking plots and you want to ignore me. Thank you for always having my back when I need it and for showing your support no matter what. You are truly an amazing man.

  Elizabeth Knox – You are an amazing person and I’m thankful you took a chance on me. Working with you has taught me so many things. Thank you for being patient with me in the development process to make Horse’s Bride the best it can be.

  To all the authors that inspired me to go after what I want. You all have been an inspiration for me to finally put the plots that run through my head out there for others to read and enjoy.

  Thank you to all the readers out there.

  Warning

  This content contains material that may be viewed as offensive to some readers, including graphic language, dangerous and sexual situations, murder, and extreme violence.

  1

  Horse

  It’s fucking early as hell out, but I can’t help that I love the open road, the smell of the fresh air, and the feel of my bike under me as I’m riding. Riding out this morning seeing the sunrise as we make our way out of the national charter’s clubhouse lot has to be one of the most amazing sights I’ve ever seen. Almost as if it were a sign of the things to come as we head towards the new clubhouse that we’re expanding.

  I feel a calm being out on the open road on my girl, feeling the power she brings me as we make our way on the interstate. Knowing she’s the only girl in my life that won’t ever fail me no matter the situation we find ourselves in. I can always count on her handling whatever comes our way.

  Twister who is Prez of the Devils Riot’s new charter, as well as my best friend, rides next to me heading towards our new location. The brothers had made the decision in our last church session to expand the club with a new charter. Granted there are already several charters up and down the east coast as well as some going towards the Midwest. Our farthest charter is out in Colorado. With us moving to this location it will be the closest charter to any of the docks we deal with. The Russians that we work with are known for dealing in guns and the docks out here are a lot easier to use than most. Less conspicuous. With us moving to the new clubhouse we have fifteen guys and four prospects. Today it’s just Twister, Rage, Thorn, and I riding out. The others will be coming tomorrow.

  We want to get a good look around and start making a list of all the shit that needs to be done staking out our new territory. Easier to do when it’s just four guys instead of the whole club around. When you have a shit ton of brothers walking around the same area it’s fucking hard to see everything that needs to get done.

  I need gas and to piss, so I signal the Prez by tapping the side my leg to get his attention so he’ll pull up to the next gas station we see. He nods as we see a sign for the next station coming on in two miles. Damn, I’ve been on the road so many times on runs, I’ve forgotten how bad it is when you’ve had shit sleep. Lucky for me, cause I really need coffee and aspirin. Twister had wanted to get on the road before dawn this morning so that we can be there before lunch. We had a huge ass bash last night, and the club pussy was thrown our way. Swear all the girls wanted to take a turn with us. I took three of them back to my room, and watched as they took turns sucking me off until I painted their faces with my cum. The fun part was while I had one riding my face, and one on my dick the other would be sucking my nuts or licking her friend’s clit. Fuck I’ve been tired, but never exhausted as I this morning when I got up.

  "Why did we have to leave so fucking early again? Couldn’t you have picked a better time to leave than the ass crack of dawn?"

  I grumble to Twister as we park our bikes next to the gas pumps. Rage and Thorn both shake their heads, just as tired as I am. Yeah, I’ll crash when we get to Twister’s sister’s house. Not knowing what shape the new clubhouse is in, it makes sense to crash at his sister’s for now. All our shit is still back in Stonewall Mills. I’m not going to sleep on the damn floor or pay for a room if I don’t have to. Only thing I know about the new clubhouse is that Twister and Stoney, our national Prez, picked it out and had it designed and built for the most part. We’re supposed to do the rest. Something tells me there’s a lot of clean up. Since all our shit won't be here until later this week when the rest of the guys showed up, we needed a place to crash. No reason to pay for rooms at a motel or sleep on the floor of the clubhouse when his sister lives so close.

  Twister turns towards me smirking with a knowing look. “Quit your bitching and shut the fuck up, Horse. You can sleep when you’re fucking dead." He says trying to be serious.

  I shake my head. "You know I ain’t a morning person especially without coffee in my veins."

  "Ain’t that the fucking truth." He starts laughing. "No fucker, I wanted to head out early so I can surprise my sis with lunch before she heads to work. If I can't catch her before work, I'm hoping to catch her before she gets busy."

  Chuckling, I look at him "Why didn’t you just say that shit in the first fucking place? Didn’t know you were that wrapped around your sister’s pinky."

  Shaking his head, he grumbles, "I haven’t seen her since her birthday a year ago. I’ve barely had time to talk to her on the phone with all the shit we have going on with the move and all."

  Yeah Twister’s a sucker for his sister. Never met the chick but I have respect for her from everything that he’s said about her. Especially since she’s his only blood relative left. The Bastards Sons took out his dad, and his mom ran out on his sister and him when Twister was seventeen. It left him to take care of his kid sister. His bitch of a mom didn’t even bother to explain why she left them, just fucking took off leaving them to fend for themselves. I guess shit moms don’t bother explaining though. Twister stepped up big time while prospecting for Devils Riot. He always made sure his sister was taken care of, being the only male figure in her life. When any of the guys asked about his sister, Twister would go fucking ballistic not wanting anyone to fuck with her, his brothers included.

  "So, what’s your sister’s name anyway?" I ask, fishing for info.

  Granted I've never seen her. He doesn’t bring her to the club. Evidently, she’s been living over four hours away from him for a while now. I wonder why that is. He never brought her around the club before she moved. One day she just up and left without telling her brother.

  Twister hangs up the gas pump eyeing me skeptically. “Her name’s Kenny."

  I freeze. It’s an unusual name for a chick and my luck couldn’t be that good Or bad.

  Not many girls out there named Kenny though.

  It couldn’t be the same girl Kenny was a sweet ass, and I was her first without even
realizing it. I can still remember everything about her body.

  Four Years Ago

  Dammit t, I hate when I gotta go anywhere close to a store that doesn’t have anything to do with bike parts. Now that’s something I can do but going to the damn grocery store to get shit for the clubhouse? That’s a job for the prospects and club whores. I shouldn’t be the one going into a damn grocery store. Definitely shouldn’t have pissed off the VP last night by trying to hit on his latest piece of ass.

  Shaking my head as I make my way into the store, I stop dead in my tracks when I spot the hottest body I’ve ever seen in my life. Tight jeans covering a perfect ass with flip flops and a tank top containing the most gorgeous tits I’ve ever seen. Across her pale shoulders ran a colored tattoo of two dragons intertwined around each other, extending to each other across her shoulder blades. The best part of the dragons would have to be their eyes: one with an aquamarine color, the other with a ruby tint. Between the two dragons, knelt a naked fairy looking upward at the two of them with her arms extended towards their faces. I liked it at first glance, but seeing it in detail I think it’s sick.

  "That’s one wicked-ass tat you got, babe. Where’d you get it done?" I stop behind her, waiting for her to turn around and hoping that her front end matches her back.

  "Thanks. Ink Masters in Blacksburg," she mumbles, keeping her head down as she scuffles through her purse, not looking up at me like I was hoping she’d do.

  "No problem. You got a name?" I shoot her another grin while I wait for her to look up at me.

  “Kenny.” She finally turns around and my heart almost comes out of my chest. Her eyes had to be the most spectacular blue I’ve ever seen. They paired perfectly with the dirty blond hair piled up on her head. She was the most exquisite woman I had ever set my eyes on.

  “So, how about you and I get out of here and go grab a beer or something.” I wouldn’t mind getting between those legs of hers instead of having a beer but something about her doesn’t make me mind waiting. She looks like she’d be worth it. I can already picture her name spilling off my lips while I drive deep into her.

  Yep, I could see that happening.

  She smiles at me with plush lips “Sure, I could use a beer.”

  And I could use that sweet body under me as I come all over those flawless tits. I wonder how have I never seen her before.

  “Alright, sweet girl let’s get moving then.”

  That had been the beginning of an impeccable week with Kenny and one that has stuck with me since. Problem is, I still dream of her anytime I fall asleep, no matter if I’m sober or not.

  I shake my head, ridding it of the memory that started it all. It can’t be the same chick, it can’t be. I can only hope to God that it’s not. I know my best friend would kill me if he finds out I touched his sister. It’s been unspoken, but we’ve always known that his sister is off limits. It’s club code.

  "You ready to get back on the road?" Twister asks. At my nod, he yells out to let the rest of the boys know it’s time to get back on the road.

  Pulling out of the station and riding next to my Prez and best friend, I feel my mind running a mile a minute. All I can think about is could this be the same Kenny who has been haunting me for the past four years. The woman who I picture every time I fuck some random bitch. The woman that in a week’s time, stole my heart and never turned back. The woman I haven’t been able to find since I realized she was gone. I swear to fuckin’ God if it is, I’ll be happy as fuck. I’m also going to be in deep shit.

  2

  Kenny

  "I swear if I don't get laid soon I'm going to explode." Izzy sighs loudly, as she flops down on my bed. Lifting my brow, I can’t stop the giggle that comes out even if I tried. I swear Izzy is continuously complaining about not getting laid enough.

  "Umm, don’t you get enough action from that guy you've been seeing from the bar? What was his name again Nick, or was it Rick something or other?”

  "No, his dick isn’t long enough to do shit. It felt like he was poking his thumb in my pussy. It was that bad. After the first time, I had to let him go, and that shit was pathetic. It’s been weeks since I’ve had decent sex and feels longer than that since Nick couldn’t do shit. I swear my vibrator sees more action than a Charlie Hunnam or Ryan Hurst movie.” Izzy sighs again as though weeks were a really long time. I can’t help, but I burst out laughing. I laugh so hard I have tears in my eyes.

  "Are you serious right now? His dick was like putting a thumb up there?" It’s ridiculous and dramatic, so much so that I can’t keep from chuckling.

  Izzy glares at me. “Glad you think my sex life is so funny.”

  If my best friend only knew my sexual history, she’d be dragging me along to get laid right now. Not that I’d ever tell her. I’m not looking for that kind of attention. Especially the fun fact that it’s only been with one person, four years ago. Now that’s a hell of a long time to go without sex.

  Don't get me wrong; I would love to have sex… nail clawing sex would be more like. I just find the guys around here just so damn boring. Boring, mundane and plain. That sums up the male population. As much as my libido has raged, I can’t seem to want anything with any of the guys who have asked me out in the past. I mean I tried, but it just never feels right to me. They never stir anything in me but a yawn and the urge to be checking my phone to see what time it is and how long I’ve been there. They can’t compete with what I’ve already experienced. I know they aren’t him and nothing else compares to it. To him.

  Scotty.

  Even though he was the only guy I’ve ever been with, it was honestly incredible; eye-opening even. More so, it was mind blowing. Goddamn that man had been hot as hell too. At almost seven feet tall he made me feel like I was petite. Considering I'm 5'8, that’s pretty hard to do. He was not only a giant, but also built like an immortal god. If I were to know what Ares actually looked like he would depict Scotty completely. With his tattoos and muscles there’s no doubt that I’d have no issue climbing him and never letting go. I don’t think any man will ever compare to him. What he was packing between his legs was just as impressive as his stature. Being my first time that the thing scared the hell out of me.

  "Hello, earth to Kenny. Did you even hear me?" She waves her hand in front of my face, bringing me out of my daydream.

  "Sorry, Izzy. What was that?"

  "I asked you if you had to work tonight?”

  I raise a brow. “I work every night. I own the bar.”

  "I know you do but damn you need to get a manager for that place, especially on Fridays and Saturdays. Hence, getting a social life, a sex life and a life in general.”

  “Ha. Ha. Smart ass.”

  I’d made a life for myself, and a damn good one at that. Outlaw Racks is my dream come true. May not be much to look at, but it’s always hopping. The busier, the better. I made Outlaw Racks the place to be any night of the week, especially on a Friday. It’s the closest bar within thirty miles of town. We have a lot of men come in thinking that it’s some sleazy titty bar because of the name, but we manage to keep them here even after they realize it’s not. It’s just an average bar with pool tables, dart boards and a dance floor. The girls who work here have a uniform of short shorts with a shirt that rises to their mid-stomach, along with showing a shit ton of cleavage. You could compare us to Hooters, but we’re way better.

  We have live music and the girls who work here stop what they’re doing at least twice a night to find the closest table climb up, and dance to Steve Earl’s “Copperhead Road.” That certainly helps keep the men and their tabs going. The guys who come in here love it. That’s what I wanted when I started planning for this place. I opened my bar up a little over two years ago and it has been the best business decision I’ve ever made. I'm damned proud of what I’ve accomplished. The best part is that it is all mine thanks to my brother helping me with some of the cash flow I needed to start up.

  “Doesn’t mean you have to
waste your young years slaving away at a titty bar,” Izzy scoffs.

  “It’s not a titty bar,” I counter. “Despite the name.”

  Izzy kicks off her shoes. “Could’ve fooled me with the Daisy Duke shorts and midriff crop tops you have your waitresses wearing.”

  “Hey,” I shrug. “Men tip better when they have a piece of eye candy serving them beer. It’s a win win, honey.”

  “Says the woman who doesn’t get fucked five times ‘till Tuesday. Don’t see a win there.”

  Not with the limited male population here.

  I jump off my bed. “I gotta go. I’ll be late for work.”

  “I know you do but damn you need to get a manager for that place. You work way too much. I’m serious. You need someone to help, especially with the crowd on Friday and Saturday nights. So maybe then we can go out and you can get laid. I swear the guys in this town just don't do it for me. I need variety in my life. Maybe if you would take a night off you could be my wingman and we both find someone to help us both out." Izzy laughs.

  Ain’t that the truth. I need something to feel like it did that week. Even though he was my first, it was so good and insane. I feel like he ruined my body for anyone else. Which really sucks because no one will ever measure up to him.

  It’s going to be one long night. I can already see it now. The calendar said there was going to be a full moon out, and I swear full moons cause PMS in men. They become straight up assholes when there’s drinking involved. Well, if I want to be honest, they’re always assholes and just worse on nights that the moon is full. Also, it doesn’t help that we have a live band playing tonight. They’re a big hit and draw a huge crowd when they play at the bar. Demons Among Us are just that awesome.