Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Author’s Note
Glossary
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
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Teaser: Identity Crisis
Other Works by Manda Mellett
Acknowledgements
Stay In Touch
About the Author
Published 2017 by Trish Haill Associates
Copyright © 2017 by Manda Mellett
Edited by Phil Henderson
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Disclaimer
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Warning
This book is dark in places and contains content of a sexual nature. It is not suitable for persons under the age of 18.
ISBN: 978-0-9954976-4-1
Author’s Note
It might seem strange that an English author is writing a book based in the U.S. and about an American outlaw motorcycle club, but sometimes there’s no telling what characters are going to get up to. Turning Wheels evolved after Second Chances as Sophie cried out for her own story to be told. She needed a place of safety and as her new friend, Horse, was affiliated to an MC in Arizona it seemed the logical step to take her there.
I have a love of MC (Motorcycle Club) books (if you want to read some really great ones check out AJ Downey!) my husband owns a Harley and I also have a licence to ride a bike although I haven’t actually ridden for a while now. So I do have some qualifications for writing about motorbikes even if nowadays I prefer the security of a cage around me.
If you’re reading this book as part of the Blood Brothers Series and haven’t read any other MC books you may find there are terms that you haven’t heard before, so I’ve included a glossary to help along the way. I hope you get drawn into this mysterious and dark world in the same way I have done―there will be further books in the Satan’s Devils series which I hope you’ll want to follow.
If you’ve picked this book up because, like me, you read anything MC, I hope you’ll enjoy it for what it is, a fictional insight into the underground culture of alpha men and their bikes.
Glossary
Motorcycle Club – An official motorcycle club in the U.S. is one which is sanctioned by the American Motorcyclist Association (AMA). The AMA has a set of rules its members must abide by. It is said that ninety-nine percent of motorcyclists in America belong to the AMA
Outlaw Motorcycle Club (MC) – The remaining one percent of motorcycling clubs are historically considered outlaws as they do not wish to be constrained by the rules of the AMA and have their own bylaws. There is no one formula followed by such clubs, but some not only reject the rulings of the AMA, but also that of society, forming tightly knit groups who fiercely protect their chosen ways of life. Outlaw MCs have a reputation for having a criminal element and supporting themselves by less than legal activities, dealing in drugs, gun running or prostitution. The one-percenter clubs are usually run under a strict hierarchy.
Brother – Typically members of the MC refer to themselves as brothers and regard the closely knit MC as their family.
Cage – The name bikers give to cars as they prefer riding their bikes.
Chapter – Some MCs have only one club based in one location. Other MCs have a number of clubs who follow the same bylaws and wear the same patch. Each club is known as a chapter and will normally carry the name of the area where they are based on their patch.
Church – Traditionally the name of the meeting where club business is discussed, either with all members present or with just those holding officer status.
Colours – When a member is wearing (or flying) his colours he will be wearing his cut proudly displaying his patch showing which club he is affiliated with.
Cut – The name given to the jacket or vest which has patches denoting the club that member belongs to.
Enforcer – The member who enforces the rules of the club.
Hang-around – This can apply to men wishing to join the club and who hang-around hoping to be become prospects. It is also used to women who are attracted by bikers and who are happy to make themselves available for sex at biker parties.
Mother Chapter – The founding chapter when a club has more than one chapter.
Patch – The patch or patches on a cut will show the club that member belongs to and other information such as the particular chapter and any role that may be held in the club. There can be a number of other patches with various meanings, including a one-percenter patch. Prospects will not be allowed to wear the club patch until they have been patched-in, instead they will have patches which denote their probationary status.
Patched-in/Patching-in – The term used when a prospect completes his probationary status and becomes a full club member.
President (Prez) – The officer in charge of that particular club or chapter.
Prospect – Anyone wishing to join a club must serve time as a probationer. During this period they have to prove their loyalty to the club. A probationary period can last a year or more. At the end of this period, if they’ve proved themselves a prospect will be patched-in.
Old Lady – The term given to a woman who enters into a permanent relationship with a biker.
RICO – The Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organisations Act primarily deals with organised crime. Under this Act the officers of a club could be held responsible for activities they order members to do and a conviction carries a potential jail service of twenty years as well as a large fine and the seizure of assets.
Road Captain – The road captain is responsible for the safety of the club on a run. He will organise routes and normally ride at the end of the column.
Secretary – MCs are run like businesses and this officer will perform the secretarial duties such as recording decisions at meetings.
Sergeant-at-Arms – The sergeant-at-arms is responsible for the safety of the club as a whole and for keeping order.
Sweet Butt – A woman who makes her sexual services available to any member at any time. She may well live on the club premises and be fully supported by the club.
Treasurer – The officer responsible for keeping an eye on the club’s money.
Vice President (VP) – The vice president will support the president, stepping into his rol
e in his absence. He may be responsible for making sure the club runs smoothly, overseeing prospects etc.
Prologue
Eighteen months ago
Walking into the typical English pub in Guildford, I spy my friend hovering by the entrance and have my greeting ready as I approach her, “Hey, girlfriend!” At my voice Zoe turns around and pulls me in for a hug and a kiss.
I lean over at the same time as she turns her head and accidentally end up giving her a smacker on the lips. Of course I make the most of it, “Mmmm. Mm! Hi yourself, babes!”
My face splits into a wide grin as she slaps me lightly on my arm, “Carry on like that, they’re going to think we’re a couple of lezzies,” she warns me.
I make a show of pulling away, and as I do, glance around to see if there are any likely looking males in the vicinity that could have been turned off―or alternatively on―at our little show. Zoe barks a laugh at me then together we go to the bar and order a round of drinks. While waiting to be served, I started regaling her with all I’ve been up to. The only time I pause is to nod briefly at the bartender and give my choice of vodka and coke. By the time, we are sitting at a table in the corner where we can gossip to our hearts’ delight her mouth had already fallen open.
“Both of them? Together?”
I smirk at her, well a girl’s got to live life to the full, hasn’t she? While she’s rendered speechless, the smile slowly fades from my face. Not even my best friend Zoe knows there’s a reason why it seems my goal in life is to collect as many varied sexual experiences as I’m able to. Forcing painful memories to their rightful place at the very back of my mind, I give her a light rap on the hand to get her attention, “So what’s up with you, bitch? ‘Bout time you got laid, isn’t it? How long’s it been now?”
Zoe and I have a long friendship going back to our Uni days when we shared a flat together. Living a fair distance apart, our contact nowadays is limited to these girls’ nights out on every other Friday which tended to follow the same pattern. Each time we met, I would entertain her with my long list of conquests while she sits back and listens. She encourages me, seeming to enjoy living my exploits vicariously. As far as I know, it’s been an awfully long time since her last sexual encounter with anything that wasn’t battery operated, and even that, like the others before it, hadn’t been anything to write home about.
Tonight starts off following the same pattern but, for once, she has something to say. She surprises me when she drops it in there; her voice animated, “Guess who I’m working for?” I shrug, as obviously it was impossible for me to answer without her explaining, and she continues excitedly, “Ethan bloody St John-Davies!”
“What?” I know of the name, well, who doesn’t? “He’s like one of the richest men in the country, Zoe!” Quickly I flash my eyes towards her, showing her she’s caught my interest and grab my phone out of my bag. “Go on, tell me more.” I encourage while gazing intently at the screen, fingers of one hand flying over the keys, but waving the other to show I’m still listening.
“I’m working on a project to renovate a sixteenth century walled garden on a massive estate; his estate.” Zoe gestures towards the picture of the handsome looking man who’s appeared on my phone.
I stare at the image of a handsome enough-looking man. Enough to spark my interest. “I could so do that! Wow! Just look at him! And look at that house behind him. It’s a fucking mansion! Is that where you’re working? Do you need an assistant?” When she tells me she’d been introduced to him my mouth drops open. “You actually bloody met him? What’s he like?”
“Gorgeous!” She taps her finger on my phone, “In his case; the camera doesn’t lie. And it certainly doesn’t show you his rather tight backside. Soph, his glutes are something else!”
Now my mouth hangs open, “I’m surprised you noticed, Zoe! Go you!”
I zone out when she goes into detail, and my eyes narrow as she deviates from what interests me most, “Hey, babe! Get back to the good stuff!”
“Okay, so he introduces me…”
“I got that bit, babe. Now get to the fucking part.”
Her drink almost shoots out of her mouth as she splutters, “What the heck?” She gives me a long stare, and I return a rueful smile. “So,” she ignores my interruption, “He introduces himself in this really upper-class cultured voice, you know, pronouncing his name as Ethan ‘sinjun’ Davies.”
I tilt her head to one side, “So what happened next?”
“Nothing, Soph. He went his way; I went mine,” she tells me, honestly. “To tell the truth, we’ve been working on the site for a month now, and that’s the first and only time I’ve seen him. I doubt I’ll see him again.” She points to my empty glass, “Another?”
Seventeen months ago
When our next girls’ night out comes around Zoe is so eager to see me that she’s arrived early. I immediately see she had something to tell me as she’s almost bouncing in her seat with excitement, impatient to share. She’s terrible at keeping secrets, so when I slide up the bench next to her in our regular booth, I throw her a sharp look. “Well! You’ve either got fucked or fucked up!” I announce as I take a sip of the vodka and coke she’d already bought for me and grin widely, “Spill!”
Snorting, she almost spits out her mouthful of wine, and a short laugh bursts out of her at my crudeness. Taking a tissue out of her bag, she blots it over her lips to dry them.
“Come on! Which is it?” I look at her carefully, “Or have you just been playing too hard with your BOB?”
“Sophie!” Admonishing me, she quickly glances around to make sure no one heard my reference to her vibrator, then puts me out of my misery, “Ethan St John-Davies has asked me out on a date!”
My gasp is loud, “He fucking what?”
“Shush!” she chides her again, noticing heads turn at my exclamation, “Calm down a bit, and I’ll tell you what happened.”
“Well fucking come on then, don’t leave me hanging!” My eyes were wide open; I didn’t see that coming.
Grinning, happy and pleased with herself, she tells me about her meeting with the millionaire.
I laugh my head off as I picture it, “You fell at his fucking feet? Way to go, Zoe! What happened next?”
“He helped me up.” And then, in a round-a-bout way she tells me how he came to ask her to have dinner with him.
My mouth drops open; I’m both impressed and pleased for her. “Fucking hell, Zoe. When you get back on that horse you do it properly, don’t you? You’ve landed yourself a fucking thoroughbred stallion!”
Fifteen months ago
Tonight I beat Zoe to the pub and line us up with a couple of shots. It seems ages since I’d seen her. As soon as she was within hearing distance, I yell out, “How’s it going with lover boy?”
She comes over, laughing, “Oh, Sophie, he’s gorgeous. He’s so gentle and kind! I’ve moved in with him. I live in a fucking mansion now. Servants and everything! I don’t have to clean, cook or even do my own laundry!”
It isn’t often she’s able to shock me, “Blimey, that was quick! So, what’s the fucking catch?”
“No catch!” she giggles, “He’s amazing. So generous. So attentive and caring. He can’t do enough to keep me happy.”
“What?” My face creases. I’m incredulous. But so happy for my friend that she’s found a good man for herself. “Shit! You’ve hit the bloody jackpot babes.” Then I think about it, and my eyes narrow suspiciously, “It’s moving a bit fast, isn’t it? You’re actually living with him? Have you given up your place?”
She shakes her head and grins, “Yes, I’ve terminated the lease. Let’s face it, it was a crap place in anyone’s eyes, and Ethan persuaded me to let it go. It feels right, Sophie girl. He spoils me something rotten, and I want for nothing.”
Hmm. “So what’s he like to fuck? Must be good if you moved straight in. Tell me you did the deed before you committed? You can’t live with someone without putting him through h
is paces first. What’s his dick like? Large, medium? Does he know what to do with it? Ah, waiting a fucking minute! Don’t tell me it’s tiny? You’re living the life of Riley, but there has to be a snag somewhere. Still, I suppose if he’s got the money, the size of his prick probably isn’t so important as long as he can use his hands and mouth. Does his tongue compensate?”
“Sophie!” She covers her mouth to stop her shocked giggles escaping, “Why is it all you can think about is sex?”
“Hey, Zoe, bless you, you’re beautiful, but sex is what makes the world go round. But if you’re telling me he’s got a big dick, then go you! You’ve won the fucking lottery!”
“I am not discussing the size of his appendage with you,” she tells me, primly.
I try to hurry her up, “Come on, spill the fucking beans!”
I should have been glad that my friend had fallen on her feet, but the things she tells me make warning bells ring in my mind. What have you got yourself into, Zoe? But there’ll be no telling her, so I don’t even try. And in truth, maybe my worries are all in my mind and say more about me than her. I won’t ever be committing myself to one man. Why should I, when there’s a whole world full of them to explore?
Fourteen months ago
Something was up with Zoe tonight; she keeps shifting awkwardly in her seat and comes up with some lame excuses about why she keeps missing our Friday nights together and evades the question when I ask whether I can visit her in that fucking mansion which is her home now.
Her eyes keep flicking shiftily away and eventually she changes the subject, turning it back to me by asking, “How’s you?”
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