Omen's Sign (Iron Vex MC Book 5)

by Elizabeth Knox

  Omen’s Sign

  Iron Vex MC #5

  Elizabeth Knox

  Omen’s Sign

  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.

  Omen’s Sign. Copyright © 2021 by Elizabeth Knox. 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. Knox.

  Editing: Jackie Ziegler, Knox Publishing

  Proofreading: Rebecca Vazquez, Knox Publishing

  Formatting: E.C. Land, Knox Publishing

  Cover Designer: Charli Childs, Cosmic Letterz Cover Design

  Photographer: Kayla Ruiz Photography

  Created with Vellum

  Contents

  Trigger Warning

  Warning

  Iron Vex MC: Queens, NY

  Iron Vex MC: Boston, MA

  Iron Vex MC: Toronto, Canada

  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

  Author’s Note

  Coming Soon

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  Trigger Warning

  This book is intended for mature audiences only. If darker books are not for you, please do not move forward. After re-adjusting my trigger warning system, I will not be giving any spoilers. Please understand that this is not your run-of-the-mill romance, and tough subjects will be discussed in this storyline. This story could include things like rape, kidnapping, abuse, domestic violence, drugs, alcohol abuse, and many other potential triggers.

  Please also be advised it is not recommended to read this book as a standalone.

  Last Chance To Turn Back!

  I’m serious. This has one of the most heart-wrenching and gut-turning storylines I’ve ever written. Don’t read it if you can’t handle it.

  Iron Vex MC:

  Queens, NY

  Boss – President — Ol’ man — Cowboy

  Children: Destiny

  Omen – VP

  Mug – Enforcer

  Muffler – Road Captain

  Ricochet – Sgt. at Arms — Ol’ lady — Venom

  Children: Peyton (Venom’s daughter)

  Hoodrat – Full Patch

  Abyss – Full Patch

  Venom – Full Patch — Ol’ man — Ricochet

  Children: Peyton?

  Chuckles – Full Patch — Ol’ lady — Gold

  Vex – Full Patch — Ol’ lady — Finley

  Children: Dominic (Adopted)

  Reno – Prospect

  Deviant “Devi” – Prospect

  Clubwhores/Barmaids:

  Gold

  Iris

  Faith

  Nikki

  Iron Vex MC:

  Boston, MA

  Cowboy – President

  Hunter – VP

  Pony – Sgt. at Arms

  Domino – Enforcer

  Banjo – Road Captain

  Toxin – Prospect

  Malice – Prospect

  Envy – Prospect

  Clubwhores/Barmaids:

  Sugar

  Honey

  Delta

  Baylee

  Iron Vex MC:

  Toronto, Canada

  Joker – President

  Monk – VP

  Boomer – Sgt. at Arms

  Kodiak – Enforcer

  Polock – Road Captain

  Bane – Prospect

  Ravish – Prospect

  Spite – Prospect

  Prologue

  Omen

  Three months ago . . .

  It’s been a while since I’ve taken a ride down South, but I’m glad to get away from the city for a while. Don’t get me wrong, Queens, New York, is my home . . . but fuck, I need a break. Come to think of it, I’m long overdue for one. Ricochet came along with me since we rarely let anyone go out on their own. If someone is going out by themselves, it better be for a damn good reason.

  Our club, the Iron Vex MC, has an alliance with the Devil’s Riot MC in Virginia. We work with their Prez, Twister, on the regular these days. For the most part, we don’t cross paths except when it comes to working together to stop the cult. There’s a lot of history with the Devil’s Riot MC and cults, but man, we have some horror stories about the fascist group we’re after.

  Long story short, they killed our Prez’s dad, and they go after women who’re single. It doesn’t matter if they’re dressing provocatively or not. The only thing these crazy sons of bitches care about is if unmarried women are going around having relations with others. They wash away the women’s sins, or so they believe. It’s my club’s personal goal to eradicate these fuckers from the earth, but just like a hydra, when you cut off one head, another one pops up in its place. These people have caused too much pain to those we care about, so one day we will bring them down.

  We’re about five minutes out from the town Vex lives in, and we pull off at the gas station to fill up and get off our asses for a couple minutes. Once we’ve both filled up our tanks, we head inside the mom-and-pop gas joint to get a soda and a snack. Ricochet gets one of those nasty ass hotdogs while I grab a protein bar.

  “You realize that’s probably been out all day, right?” I ask him, and meanwhile, my stomach rolls in disgust.

  “You’re not the one eatin’ it, now are you?” Ricochet quips, causing me to laugh.

  In our club, we’re always busting each other’s chops. If we didn’t, life would be too serious.

  I chew on my protein bar while Ricochet finishes off his hotdog, and the two of us take a few minutes to stand and sip on our drinks. “Where is it we’re goin’ again?” Ricochet asks.

  “To see Vex. She said she’s been hangin’ out a lot with Finley at Night’s Bliss when she’s not at class, so we’ll start there.” Vex is one of our full-patch members. She lives here in Virginia full time with her ol’ lady, Finley, and their adopted son, Dominic. Vex is the one we assigned to be regent to ensure our alliance with the Devil’s Riot MC stays positive. They’ve yet to send us one of their men, but I’m certain it’ll be happening soon. I know Boss has been getting a bit uneasy about things, considering Vex has been here for quite a while. Meanwhile, no one to represent their club has been in our clubhouse.

  “All right. Sounds cool. We doin’ anything else while we’re down this way?” Ricochet asks while he cocks his brow.

  I shrug. “I mean, I’m here to mix business with pleasure if you know what I mean. I’ve heard a lot about what goes on at that club Finley owns, so I plan on getting my itch scratched the right way. Know what I mean?”

  Ricochet doesn’t hide his amusement. “Sure do. While you’re doing that, don’t be shocked if I head back to the hotel and get some shuteye. I need to be callin’ my girls before bed anyway. Promised the both of them I would.” Ricochet is tied down to one of our other members, Venom, and he’s practically adopted her daughter. I have to say, they make a great family unit.

  Whenever people within the c
lub start bumping uglies, and there’s a chance it can end badly, well, I get worried. Boss never thinks about this kinda stuff, but I’m the one who does let it cross my mind. At the end of the day, if something goes sideways, I’m the person who will have to make sure shit ends up getting settled. Boss is the type who loses her shit and expects people to act like adults, but oftentimes, people don’t realize they need to.

  “Sounds good, man.” I toss my empty bottle in the recycle and throw away the wrapper to my protein bar. Ricochet and I make our way back to our bikes and start them up. Before we know it, we’re pulling into the parking lot of Night’s Bliss.

  The parking lot is packed, not even leaving an empty space. Luckily, there are some areas for motorcycles, and while I slow down, I spot one of Twister’s men. Ricochet and I pull up, parking next to the rest of the bikes, and we make our way into the club.

  Cedric, one of Finley’s most trusted men, greets us almost instantaneously and tells us to follow him. We follow him through the club, go up two sets of stairs, and he’s opening up a doorway. Finley glances up from her desk for a moment before she’s looking back down on it. Whatever she’s doing, she’s focused as can be.

  She looks up again and stares right at Cedric before looking at the other guy in her office. I think his name is Dalton, but I can’t be too sure. “Keep your eyes on them. I don’t want those fuckers even breathing wrong in this club. If they do, get their asses to the basement, and it’ll be my turn to have some blood on my hands.” Well, damn. We’ve obviously come at an eventful time.

  Dalton nods, grins, and then leaves the room. Meanwhile, a baby’s coo causes me to look over to the left. Sometimes I forget Finley and Vex have a kid. She rises from behind her desk, goes to the playpen, bends over, and lifts him into her arms. Only now is her attention on us.

  “Cedric, text Mara-Lee for me and tell her Dom wants his aunt to come watch him,” Finley says, causing everyone to chuckle. I can imagine being a mother to a young baby boy, who owns numerous businesses, can get quite exhausting.

  “Mara-Lee’s already on her way up. She told Mystic to throw Lacey’s shit in the trash. There’s nothing in there she needs to take with her,” Cedric tells Finley, who only seems to grow more aggravated at hearing this Lacey’s name.

  “Good,” Finley mutters lowly.

  “Damn, this chick almost reminds me of Boss,” Ricochet snickers.

  I rake my eyes over Finley, noticing how she carries herself like Boss does. “Yeah, they’re cut from the same cloth.”

  “Would you like to tell me why the hell you’re comparing me to your Prez?” Finley mutters, obviously annoyed.

  “It’s not anything bad. Take it as a compliment,” I tell her as I come forward. “Anyway, do you think we can check out the digs here? It’s a pretty sweet setup you’ve got. Shit, I wouldn’t mind checking out the second floor. Ainslee told Boss about it, and I’m cravin’ to get up there.”

  “Sure, if you have five thousand dollars. No one gets to go to the second floor without paying,” Finley comments, suggesting I don’t have the money. She must’ve forgotten who exactly I am. I won’t remind her, but I may have to fuck with her a little bit.

  “Five-grand to even set foot onto the second floor?” I say, quirking a brow.

  “Yep, and that doesn’t include the girl’s fee if you go to her room,” Cedric chuckles. I don’t think the guy understands I’m only fucking with him.

  “And people pay these prices to fuck here?” Ricochet whistles before a shit-eating grin crosses his face.

  “Oh, they pay for the secrecy of it all. I even have a few that pay me fifteen-grand at a time to use certain rooms down there,” Finley says so nonchalantly.

  I waste no time pulling out a wad of cash and hand it over to Finley. “Here you go. I wanna go to the second floor.”

  The door to the office opens, and a light-haired brunette walks through. I think I’ve seen her around, but I can’t be too sure. She steps through, ignoring everyone in the room except for Finley, and grabs the baby from her arms. The woman is saying something to Finley, but it’s so low I can’t hear it.

  Cedric steps forward and looks at me. “I’ll take Omen to the second floor.” I have no doubt he’s speaking to his boss, but he waves for me to follow him. Cedric proceeds to take me to the second floor of Night’s Bliss, and everything up here is the complete opposite of downstairs. While there’s music, the bass isn’t pumping so hard you can feel it. Women walk around in cocktail dresses with their hair and makeup flawlessly done. Some are on couches with men, some are with women, and a lot of the girls eye me up like a piece of meat the second I glance around.

  “Well, I’m sure you can figure out the rest from here,” Cedric states and starts to walk off.

  “Wait,” I say to him and turn my neck. “Are there certain rules that need to be followed? Limits I need to stay within?” I’m a man with dark desires, so Cedric needs to be very clear with me on what I can and can’t do.

  “They go unsaid if you ask me. Don’t kill anyone, consent is a must. Look, the transaction between you and whoever you spend time with tonight is between you both. You talk about your limits with them, not with me. Now, I gotta go. Catch ya later, man.” Cedric walks off toward the door we came in only a few moments prior, and I direct my attention in front of me. Women stare at me like sharks who sense blood in the water.

  I walk onward and pass a small seating area, only to get my hand tugged on by some redhead. I yank my hand back. “Not interested in you, sweetheart.” I continue walking until I’m heading up to a bar area and take a seat.

  The bartender comes over to me. “What can I get for you, sir?”

  “Vodka on the rocks would be fine. Thanks.”

  The bartender turns around, grabs a short glass, places a couple cubes of ice in, and pours vodka over it. He hands me the drink, and as I bring the glass up to my lips, I spot a woman with long, dark brunette curly hair. She has dark eyes, or at least it’s her makeup that’s dark, and she’s wearing a backless dress that hugs her frame.

  The dress is some dark green, almost looking like chainmail, but the thing I notice about her is the Frankenstein tattoo on her left arm. It’s Frankenstein and his bride. I don’t see tats on any of these other ladies, and she’s sipping on vodka from the looks of it.

  Her eyes land on mine while I’m staring at her, but she doesn’t smile. She only stares. It’s as if she’s assessing me. I continue nursing on my drink, and we stare at each other from across the bar. Finally, as I finish my drink, she comes walking over.

  “You’ve been staring at me for eons, so I take it you want a piece of me.” Well, I can say she isn’t shy. I love a confident woman, and this one right here is ballsy.

  “Depends what you like,” I tell her and eye her up and down. She has another tattoo just below her eye, a small ‘x’, and she has a nose piercing too.

  “You mean what I don’t like,” she corrects me, and a smile pulls at my lips.

  “I dig a woman who can read between the lines.”

  “And I can’t stand men who make my job more difficult. It’s already hard enough, but I’ll sum it up for you. Choke me, whip me, cut me, fuck me until you drain me, I can handle whatever you want to bring my way. That can’t be said for most of the women here. A lot of them are whiny bitches, especially if you’re trying to take anyone into the dungeon room.”

  I lick my lips and know she’s the one I want to spend my time with tonight. She’s obviously a submissive, a sassy little brat at that, and I have no problem dominating her for as much time that I have.

  “Name’s Omen. What’s yours?”

  “Gemini, but save me the casualties. Come along this way.”

  Chapter One

  Gemini

  Present Day . . .

  Same shit, different day. It’s everything my life is and will be until my contract with Finley ends. The pay is great and the security here is phenomenal. I’m one of the few who ca
n say I’ve never been in a rough situation with any clients at the club. Whereas my coworkers have told me their horror stories. They never last for long because Finley’s men intervene before it gets too bad, and the clients are expelled from ever coming back again.

  “What’re you staring off into la-la land for?” Chastity’s voice rings from behind me. I turn from where I’m sitting on the couch and face her. She’s only one year into her contract, and she’ll be here for four more years. We all sign multi-year contracts, and each one of ours is different. As they should be since we all have different life circumstances. She’s honestly one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met. She has the natural copper-colored hair you’d imagine someone with Irish or Scottish descent does. She tends to get a lot of the international men who come in. Her clients are very top dollar. The prim and proper men prefer her, whereas men who have darker tastes prefer me. I can push them to their limits, and sometimes even then, I’m pushing them further. Depends on the client and what they want from me, but the dungeon is my second home.

  “Eh, no reason. Just killing time.” I shrug and take a sip of my vodka on the rocks.

  Chastity walks in front of me in her skintight magenta dress and looks me up and down. She pops a squat on the couch beside me, and her eyes don’t waver from my body. She doesn’t speak, and finally, I look over at her. “What is it you want? Spit it out.”