Byron

by KJ Dahlen

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  Title Page

  Byron (Sin's Bastards Next Generation, #6)

  BYRON | KJ Dahlen

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

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  Chapter One

  Byron swore as his hand slipped and he skinned his knuckle on a bolt. This engine was pure hell for him but he wanted to get it done. It was becoming his obsession of late. He’d began with the bare bones of the engine and built it up by hand. His own hand. No one else in the garage had touched his baby. When Byron got into his zone, his brothers knew enough to just let him do his own thing. They just stood back and watched him work, then they would watch in awe as he came into the winners circle, well ahead of the rest of the pack.

  But this vehicle was his baby. When he first saw this car, he was the only one who saw its potential. This was the car of his dreams. A 1932 Ford Duece Roadster. It hadn’t been in the best shape it could have been but then Byron had taken his time and rebuilt it. He’d reinforced the frame to withstand the punishment he would put the vehicle through, both on and off the track. This vehicle would be his best one yet and he wanted to feel the power of it as he put it through its paces on the track.

  All his life, he’d been one of the Morgan brothers that liked speed, well maybe they all did, but for Byron, it was almost as necessary as the air he breathed. He was always taking chances to go higher or faster than he did the day before. Speed was the driving force within him that made him the champion he was today.

  He and all four of his brothers lived for hot rods and racing. Well, maybe not all his brothers, Mountain was just too big to get into a hot rod. He stood 6 foot 9inches tall at a solid 350 pounds and that was just too big to fit comfortably in the close confines of a race car. But he did enjoy building them. Nowadays while he got his thrill from riding a two wheeled machine, he could still revel in the building of a sweet hot rod. The brothers had joined their older brother in Troy about two years ago when he surprised everyone by finding his long lost daughter only to find her in trouble and under the protection of an MC.

  When the trouble was done and they found the MC was one of the better ones, the brothers had talked about staying in the area, it had been Mountain who suggested opening the shop and building custom hot rods. After all, they couldn’t just leave the public with only two wheel vehicles. So, Morgan Brothers Custom made Hot Rods Garage had been born.

  They’d all been welcome to join the brothers in the MC and that was one step the Morgan brothers had taken and they hadn’t been sorry. The shop had become successful on its own and they were busier than ever. Byron had to chuckle under his breath. Three of his brothers had settled down with the woman they couldn’t live without and while he was happy for them, he wanted nothing to do with one woman on a forever basis. He enjoyed his freedom too much and he was too old to change that now.

  Byron discovered he also loved the thrill of competing, challenging himself to pit his knowledge of cars and speed against someone else who thought he knew what he was doing. He loved to feel the adrenalin pounding in his veins as he strapped himself into his car. The anticipation of the turns and keeping his wheels on the track as they flew around the course. He loved the feeling that came over him as he buckled himself into his muscle car. His mind switched over to his racing brain and when that happened, he shut down everything else. The noise of the track faded to nothing, the voices of his team and bystanders along with all the background and his focus was on the race while the rest of the world just fell away. All he could smell and feel was the sound and the feel of the engine he was driving. The pungent odor of the fuel and the grip of the steering wheel in his hand. He could feel the other cars around him but he paid them no mind. He could anticipate them as they closed in on him and he adjusted his own position. No one could touch him on the course and that mindset was what made him a winner.

  That’s where he was in his element, in those few moments in time he felt like a king. The only thing he loved more than that fleeting feeling was what he was doing at this moment. Building the engine that would take him there, into that ever elusive winner’s circle.

  So caught up in his zone, he never noticed the body standing in the doorway just to his left until she cleared her throat to let him know she was there.

  Byron snapped his head around to glare at the interruption. His eyes widened slightly when he saw who was standing there. Her appearance was like a punch in his gut. When he looked at her, he forgot to breathe.

  Kelly Annalise Gibbons.

  She was just a little bit of a girl, just over five foot by no more than an inch or two but boy was she stacked. She might look a little bit of a girl but she was a grown woman. Her hair was silky and blonde as it hung around her shoulders then down her back in tight ringlets. Her hair came to a stop just about where her ass ended and her thighs began. He could almost see it wrapped around them while they were naked on a bed somewhere. He groaned at his own thoughts because although she was a grown woman, she was still too young for him. There was years of difference in their ages. She was in her twenties and he was pushing forty.

  She had a tiny waist along with curves both top and bottom to die for. She usually dressed in short shorts and a tank top in the summer but tonight, she wore skin tight blue jeans and a t-shirt.

  Dropping his head, he exhaled loudly. “What the hell do you want now?” he growled tiredly.

  “What I always want when I come here.” She growled back.

  “I don’t hire women to work on my cars,” Byron replied. “How many times do I have to say it?”

  “And why would that be hot shot? You think we’re not good enough to work on your crappy cars or what?” she sneered. “Women should be pregnant, barefoot and locked in the kitchen at all times? Is that it?”

  Byron shrugged. He didn’t give her a reason, he never did, but maybe the biggest reason was because most women didn’t even know how to change oil, let alone work on his type of engines. When it came to his engines, he didn’t really trust anyone but himself to work on them, not even his own brothers.

  ~*~

  Kelly looked around the shop. There were several vehicles under construction and she was dying to get under the hood of any of them. She was dying to get even a part time job here. She absolutely loved working on muscle cars and she was the best damn mechanic in the area. She loved working to bring an engine back to life with her own two hands... embracing the power and the speed of one of these engines. She’d grown up working on this stuff. Her grandpa Joe always said she had motor oil in her veins instead of blood, it was just too bad Byron Morgan didn’t know it.

  After her mom left her, her little brother Caden and her dad, it had just been the three of them until grandpa Joe moved back to help out. She had been five and Caden was barely more than a baby when
her mom walked out after a fight with their father. She kept wanting more and more, more money, more power and at the time, they couldn’t afford everything she wanted. When they began fighting all the time, Dominick decided when she told him she was going to walk out if she didn’t get what she wanted, to let her go. When he told her to go, his announcement stunned her but she left. He wouldn’t allow her to take anything with her, except her clothes. Mom packed up her clothing and left the house, leaving everything else behind, including her children.

  That was the first time in her young life that Kelly felt at peace. Her mother had always caused arguments and she stomped around the house angry or fussing about something. She paid little mind to Kelly or her brother. She’d always had the feeling her mother had no real feelings for her and her leaving without even a goodbye just proved her right.

  Her dad and grandpa had gone on to become the best mechanics in the business. When she was nine when her dad began racing and when he started winning the big money, her mother tried to come back but her dad hadn’t allowed it. He showed her the door and to him, she was no longer a worry.

  Then when she was fourteen and Caden was ten, their dad died racing one of his own designs. After the police checked out what happened, they found his car had been tampered with. That led to an investigation, so when all was said and done, their mother was charged with his death. She claimed she’d been blackmailed by someone else to set her father up but she never expected him to die from the crash. She refused to name the person who was blackmailing her, so she ended up taking the fall for the accident that turned out to not be an accident after all. After the trial and all the media frenzy died down, Grandpa Joe lost his heart to racing and anything mechanical. He couldn’t pick up another wrench but that didn’t mean he didn’t help her out. He taught her everything he knew about working on engines.

  Her brother Caden hadn’t been interested in anything mechanical. In fact, her brother was more like their mother and just expected to be given the things he wanted. He didn’t want to work for what he wanted if someone would give it to him. By the time he was fourteen, he’d gotten very good at manipulating people.

  When they came here to this new town, grandpa changed their last name. He couldn’t let anyone know where he was as the racing circuit managers never left them alone. Joe and Dominick Abalone were big names in the racing crowds and no one left them alone after the accident that took her dad away from them.

  Kelly never cared one way or the other what people called her. She’d been in Troy for ten years now. She’d been watching and waiting for Byron to notice her skills. She’d been coming around ever since they opened the shop almost two years ago but she never got in the front door. Until now. But so far, he hadn’t noticed her at all. If he had, it was only to ignore her. Well, Kelly was tired of being ignored.

  She needed to seriously up her game if she wanted to get his attention. She sauntered over to where he was bent over working on his engine and peeked down at what he was doing. She chuckled and asked, “What ya doing there hot rod? I mean besides bleeding all over your work.”

  Byron growled and saw what the hell she was talking about. The cut on his knuckle was freely bleeding now and he pulled his hand out from under the carburetor he’d been trying to tighten a bolt under and grabbed a fresh rag. He scowled as she picked up the wrench and began tightening the bolt he’d literally bled all over.

  Her small hand slid into where his big hand couldn’t fit. That fact set his teeth on edge but his eyes never left her hand, as she was able to do what he’d been unable to accomplish. That she seemed to know what she was doing wasn’t quite what he expected.

  He paused as he searched her face again. So intent on what she was doing she didn’t notice him staring at her in awe. She went on to lock down several more bolts and when she was done, she brought out her hands that were now smeared with engine oil and grease.

  Byron waited for the bitching about the messy feel of grease on her hands to start and when she didn’t complain, he was surprised. She even plucked the rag out of his hands and began wiping the oil from hers.

  Then he was stunned when she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

  “God I love that scent don’t you?” she murmured.

  “What scent?” Byron remained puzzled by her actions.

  “The scent of oil and diesel, rubber and engine grease.” She took another deep breath. “There isn’t anything like it, is there?”

  Byron raised an eyebrow at her. “What does a girl like you know about the scents of a garage? Have you ever spent any time in one? I mean other than to get your oil changed?”

  Kelly’s closed her eyes but not before, he saw the flash of pain in them. Byron stared at her in confusion. Most women he knew stayed away from the inner workings of anything mechanical. They didn’t want to get grease on their clothes or hands or chip a nail.

  When she opened her eyes again, she smirked, “Why would I? A garage is dirty and smelly and there’s so much nasty stuff.” She turned around, leaning over to pick up her jacket, leaving Byron a good shot of her ass and hips.

  He caught his breath at the sight.

  Her ass was a fine ass indeed. Just wide enough to be a thing of beauty, one his fingers ached to hold and grip as he pounded into her from behind. His cock was rock hard now and he had to grab a car part box to hide it from her when she turned back to face him.

  She smirked when she noted his pained expression. “Oh, by the way your condenser is a little bit loose, you might want to tighten it up, or it might blow off and ruin your engine.” With that, she sashayed out of the double doors and disappeared into the twilight beyond the lights of the shop.

  Byron growled in frustration as he watched her walk away from him. Damn the girl. She needed to stay the hell out of his garage. Finally, when he couldn’t see her anymore, he threw the box in his hand on the floor and stomped on it. Bending over the front of the car again, he checked the condenser and found she was right. The condenser was loose, not a whole lot but enough to blow if the engine was running hard.

  He snapped his head around even though he couldn’t see her anymore, he growled out loud. Then his gaze shot over to where he heard a slight chuckle. He found Wes, their mechanic standing in the shadows of the corner wiping his own hands.

  He didn’t say anything but was shaking his head.

  “What’s the matter with you old man?” Byron asked in a gruff tone, angrier with himself than Wes.

  “Not a thing kid. Not a thing.” Wes shook his head again.

  “Spit it out old man.”

  “Nothing,” he insisted. “If you can’t see what that girl is offering you then I guess you don’t deserve it.”

  Byron glared at him. “She’s too young for me.”

  “She doesn’t think so. If you really think that then let her know you aren’t interested and why. She might just surprise you.”

  “Ha,” Byron snorted. “She’d just argue the point. She was put on this earth to annoy me.”

  “Sounds like you got it bad boyo.” Wes chuckled. “I be thinking that maybe she wants you as bad as you seem to want her, that’s all.”

  Byron huffed and bent over the hood of his car again. “Why don’t you mind your own business old man?”

  “Sure thing, boss man.” Wes chuckled. “I think I’m goin’ home now anyway. Ole Blue will be wantin’ his supper soon anyway.”

  “Whatever.” Byron waited for the older man to leave. Once he was alone in the shop, he calmed his mind and tried to get back into his zone but thoughts of Kelly kept pushing through his brain and wouldn’t let him alone.

  Finally, Byron threw in the towel and got out from under the hood of his car. He walked over and put a huge dollop of Goop on his hands. The orange cleaner was supposed to break up the grease and oil on his skin and when he worked in up properly he washed the Goop off under hot water, then he used a soap based cleaner to get his hands and lower arms clean. He dried them off and
went through his routine as he closed up the shop.

  He put all the tools he’d been using away after wiping them all down with a cleaning solution then swept the floor. The brothers were all adamant about running a clean shop, none of them liked a sloppy place to work in, it didn’t set well with their customers, and it wasn’t how they were raised.

  He shut off the lights after one last look around and locked the door behind him. Then he walked across the parking lot to the building next door. Using the outside stairs he went up to the second floor to his apartment, thus avoiding his family gathering for supper on the main floor. He didn’t much feel like their company tonight.

  He opened his door and kicked off his heavy boots. Walking over to his fridge, he grabbed a beer. Taking a couple extra along gulps, he sat down on his sofa and turned the TV on. Byron wasn’t watching it as he slammed down the first two beers and by the time he got to the third one, he was he was thinking of a girl in tight jeans bending over the hood of his car.

  ~*~

  Wes Wylde walked along the near empty street, lost in thought for a moment. Then he glanced up and frowned. Kelly Gibbons was rushing into a house on Welbourne street just ahead of him. There was a flashy car parked in front and whoever the car belonged to, she looked like she knew who it was and she didn’t like the fact that it was parked there.

  He stopped behind a tree and watched for a moment. Then he heard loud voices shouting but the house was too far away to hear the actual words being said. He waited and watched for a moment until he saw the door fly open and a young man walked out of the house. An older guy walked out behind him and Kelly came to stand in the doorway. She was crying and had her arms wrapped around her belly as she watched the younger man get into the flashy car with the other guy and they spun out of there at a high rate of speed.

  Wes watched the heartbreak on her face fade as she turned, walked back into the house and shut the door. Whatever happened couldn’t have been good, he thought to himself as he began walking down the street again.