Hell on Wheels (Kings of Mayhem MC Book 4)

by Penny Dee

  Hell on Wheels

  Kings of Mayhem MC Series Book 4

  Penny Dee

  Copyright 2019 Penny Dee

  All Rights Reserved

  This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, real people, and real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, organizations or places is entirely coincidental.

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  I left here a man but came back a beast.

  CHANCE

  A shoulder-fired missile broke my body.

  But betrayal obliterated my heart.

  For months I lingered in and out of Hell until my body healed.

  Now I’m back in town with my club brothers. But I am still fighting a war of darkness in my head and I can’t see a way out.

  Then, like a summer breeze, she comes to town and makes me feel things I didn’t know existed.

  She has the voice of an angel and the body of a goddess.

  But she is running from her own demons. From the Devil himself.

  He's coming to town.

  But I've walked through Hell and survived, and I'll walk through it again to protect her.

  CASSIDY

  I’ve spent years running from my past.

  Town to town.

  State to state.

  Never putting down roots.

  I wish I could but I can’t. Because I am running from the Devil, and if he finds me, he will drag me back to Hell again.

  Then I meet a beautiful, scarred beast of man who makes me feel something for the first time in my life.

  Hope.

  He makes me want to stay, but it’s impossible.

  Because the Devil is coming.

  And when he arrives, I won't stand a chance.

  Hell on Wheels is book four in the Kings of Mayhem MC series. While it is a standalone, it is recommended you read the first three books in the series to get a feel for the MC and the family.

  To Carol,

  Thank you for being so wonderfully you.

  I miss you.

  And to Bindi,

  Who also passed away during the writing of this book.

  My best buddy. My writing companion. The best dog in the world.

  The Calley Family

  Hutch Calley (deceased) married Sybil Stone

  Griffin Calley

  Garrett Calley (deceased)

  Griffin Calley married Peggy Russell

  Isaac Calley (deceased)

  Abby Calley

  Garrett Calley married Veronica Western

  Chance Calley

  Cade Calley

  Caleb Calley

  Chastity Calley

  The Parrish Family

  Hank Parrish married Connie Walker

  Jackson Parrish (deceased)

  Samuel Parrish (deceased)

  Jackie Parrish married Lady Winter

  Bolt Parrish (deceased)

  Indigo Parrish

  The Western Family

  Michael ‘Bull’ Western

  Veronica ‘Ronnie’ Western

  Bull (President)

  Cade (VP)

  Chance (SAA)

  Caleb

  Ruger

  Davey

  Vader

  Joker

  Cool Hand

  Griffin

  Matlock

  Maverick

  Animal

  Yale

  Tully

  Nitro

  Hawke

  Ari

  Picasso

  Caveman

  Reuben (honorary member)

  Prospect 1

  Prospect 2

  Employees of the Kings

  Red (Chef, clubhouse housekeeper)

  Mrs Stephens (Bookkeeper, administration)

  Blurb

  Dedication

  Path of Family

  Kings of Mayhem MC

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Chapter Forty-Seven

  Chapter Forty-Eight

  Epilogue

  Connect With Me Online

  About the Author

  Before

  I woke up to a blanket of dark hair moving slowly across my chest. Her breasts, ample and full, were pressed up against my pecs, her long legs entangled in mine as she stirred against me. A hand slid down from my shoulder, over my chest and across the dips and grooves of my stomach, moving lower and lower. My body responded in all the usual ways it did when a beautiful woman curls her fingers around your morning wood.

  Lips parted, my breathing picked up speed. My eyes fluttered and slowly opened as she gently began to rub me, her palm gliding up the length of me, her fingers paying special attention to the wide, smooth head of my cock. I breathed out a moan, feeling the pleasure stir in my balls. As my brain started to function, I reached for her slowly, my body already minutes ahead and wanting more. I pulled her down to me and kissed her hard, enjoying her whimpered moan of pleasure in my mouth.

  She rose, her warm body hovering over me, nipples hardening against my chest as she positioned herself onto me. Her kisses were sweet and hot, her tongue filling my mouth as her body came alive against mine.

  As she sank down on my cock, I was lost to her while she rode me slowly, her slim hips rocking against me, her firm thighs straddling me, her pussy milking me. But it was more than that. These physi
cal feelings, the ones that had been so hard to deny at first, now took a back seat to what was growing between us. What had already grown between us. I could love this woman. Give her my all. Take her back to my home in the US. To my life before here. To my family.

  “Oh, Chance,” she whimpered my name as she started to come. Her head fell back, her long, dark hair swirling over her smooth, sun-kissed shoulders as she lost herself to the orgasm.

  I followed quickly, exploding inside her. Pulsing. Filling her. And when the pleasure receded and the euphoric haze descended upon us, she collapsed against me, her gloriously smooth body blanketing me.

  I closed my eyes, my heart slowing, my breathing evening out as my post orgasm bliss settled into me.

  “It’s almost dawn,” she finally said, her sexy voice hoarse and sleepy. “I need to go before someone sees me.”

  I hated that she had to leave before anyone realized she was here. Hated that we had to move around in the shadows because of who she was and who I was. Two people divided by war. She was born here. I was a soldier on a classified mission. We’d tried to deny our feelings. Tried to ignore the attraction pulling us closer and closer every time I walked past her family’s little restaurant on the far side of the village. We met in the darkness of the alley. Stolen moments of whispered conversations and longing-filled kisses.

  “Wait.” I didn’t know what I wanted to say, only that I wasn’t ready for her to leave. When she turned back and smiled down at me, I reached up and cupped her beautiful, sweet face. I could fall for this girl. See a future with her. Make her mine. Every goodbye was getting harder. “Will I see you tonight?”

  Her dark eyes gleamed with the mystery I’d come to love about her. “I will try.”

  It was her standard response, something I’d come to expect every morning when we said our goodbyes in the cool pre-dawn light. Sometimes she would show up and we would spend the night in each other’s arms, drinking wine and making love with wild abandonment. I’d spend other nights alone in my small, one-bedroom dwelling just off the dusty main street of the little village, missing home, missing my family, missing the familiar sights and sounds of a life half a world away.

  I ran the back of my fingers down her arm. Her skin was smooth, golden, and perfect. She glanced back at me again.

  “I want to meet your friends,” she said.

  “You’ve met my friends … when we come for dinner.”

  Her father owned the small restaurant my unit frequented. He loved Americans and would fuss over us with enthusiastic delight whenever we visited his establishment for a meal and a night where we could forget we were in the throes of war.

  “But I want to meet them as your girl.” She raised her chin slightly. “I don’t want to sneak around anymore.”

  “I don’t like it either, but we need to wait until my unit is reassigned somewhere else. And then we’ll tell your father.” I sat up and pulled her hand into mine. “Then we can be together.”

  Until then I couldn’t afford for anyone to know about us.

  It was too dangerous. While this village was considered safe, there were eyes and ears everywhere. Some people who didn’t want us here and she could easily become a target. I couldn’t risk her getting hurt. This was war.

  She frowned, her mood darkening. “It’s always wait, wait, wait. Wait until I get reassigned. Wait until its safe.”

  I moved behind her and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. This wasn’t the first time she’d cried about having to hide our relationship. She wanted to be a part of my life. Wholly and openly. She wanted to walk through the streets holding hands. She wanted to kiss me and touch me and not worry if anyone saw us. She wanted to come with me when my unit dined or had drinks at the nearby bar we frequented.

  “We will. I promise. My unit will move on soon, and I will be able to stay for a while as a civilian.” I tangled my fingers in hers. “Then I’ll walk the streets holding your hand. Kissing you. Hell, I’ll even take you in my arms, dip you, and kiss you senseless for the whole world to see!”

  Her eyes shone brightly, but she jutted out her chin. My lighthearted promise was lost on her. “It has to be now.”

  She rose to her feet and moved away from the bed, the sheet slipping away from her body. Naked, she was perfect. And confident. She moved across the room and stood at the window. Outside, the pale streaks of dawn lightened the sky, and I admired her silhouetted curves in the dim light.

  “Tomorrow night, you and your unit are celebrating something. What is it?” she asked, not turning around.

  The mood had changed. My promises didn’t appease her anymore. And maybe if I’d been paying more attention, I would’ve realized that I never once mentioned anything about celebrating Sergeant Healy’s birthday the following night. I never told her anything about my unit or the men in it.

  Instead, I sighed and rubbed my eyes with the heel of my palm. “It’s someone’s birthday.”

  “And you’re going to a bar?”

  “I’m not sure.”

  She turned back to me. “Take me with you. Or we’re done.”

  I was a little caught off guard. There had never been an ultimatum before.

  But before I could reply, she quickly crossed the room and climbed onto the bed, pushing me back onto the pillows with a sudden frenzied energy, and straddled me. She kissed me hard, pleadingly, her pussy rubbing against me as she tried to convince me to take her with me the following night. Her hand reached between us, grabbing my cock and rubbing it through the damp folds of her pussy. She nudged the head inside, surrounding my crown with creaminess and sending a flare of pleasure through me.

  But this craziness had to stop.

  I pushed her hands off me and rolled away from her.

  “What are you doing?” I breathed.

  “I want to be a part of your life now. No more waiting.” Her eyes were dark fire, her hair a wild mess as it tumbled over her shoulders. “It starts now. Or it stops now.”

  “You know I can’t—”

  “Then we are done!” She climbed off the bed and snatched up her clothes.

  “Don’t do this,” I said.

  But she said nothing. She tossed on her clothes and stormed to the door where she paused and turned around. “You should have let me come.”

  She disappeared out the door, letting it slam behind her.

  I hadn’t seen her in over a week. I’d visited her father’s restaurant, but it seemed her frostiness extended to him as well. He said it was a good idea if we didn’t go there anymore. I couldn’t lie. That hurt. And it confused me. How she could cut me off like that and disappear? And where was she? She wasn’t in town. She wasn’t in my bed. She wasn’t anywhere.

  My job kept me busy. Kept her from my mind. Our final mission had come through; we were due to leave in less than a week.

  We’d been slowly annihilating the same cell across several villages along the countryside, and intelligence indicated it had arrived at the village where we were stationed. Weeks of waiting for this to happen was now paying off. Our SEAL mission was to take out the cell leaders: a woman known as The Dark One and two men who were thought to be her brothers.

  I leaned down and pressed my eye to my scope, and then she appeared. My target. The person responsible for the catastrophic attacks on several marines, resulting in high casualties. I pulled back, my brows knitting together. No. It couldn’t be. Blood whirred in my ears as my pulse quickened. I peered into the scope again and watched my target moving through the street, walking with the two men known for orchestrating attacks on American and allied soldiers. There was a fleeting moment where I wondered if she was somehow being held against her will, that perhaps she was not involved in any of this. But her body language wasn’t that of someone who feared for her life. She walked with purpose. Confidence. The beautiful body I’d spent hours making love to was relaxed. Those long legs, the ones she’d wrapped around me as she rose to meet the thrust of my cock, strode confidently alongsid
e her companions. The mouth she had kissed me with a thousand times spoke fast and with purpose. And those eyes … the ones that had looked at me with so much lust and affection, and at times with what I was sure was love … were now hard, sharp, and deadly.

  My finger twitched on the trigger. My jaw tightened. In my ear, my commander instructed me to take the shot. I had a clear line of vision; my weapon was accurate. Take the shot. If I squeezed the trigger, a .338 caliber bullet would rip through several hundred yards of air and thrust into her, devastating every tissue fiber in its wake as it carved a deadly path through her body.

  Slowly, everything came into focus and started to make sense.

  How she had pursued me.

  Encouraged me.

  Used my loneliness against me.

  How she had come to my room at night and warmed my body with hers.

  Take the shot.

  All this time she had been lying.

  Working against me.

  Using me.

  Take the shot.

  The reason she wanted to meet my friends?

  She wanted to kill them.

  And me.

  Take the shot.

  Bitterness tore through me.

  My finger grazed the trigger.

  Take the shot.

  As I squeezed, an almighty eruption lifted me up from the ground and cartwheeled me across the room of the abandoned building. I heard the startled shouts of my unit as the explosion ripped apart our surroundings, turning our world inside out and upside down. I hit the floor, my face smashing against something hard and rough. Heat and fire flashed across the room, searing the uniform on my body and sending a sharp burning pain deep into my skin.

  Confusion smothered my brain, suffocating me, disorientating me.

  Who was I? Where was I?

  And then it slowly came back to me.

  I was a sniper in a land far, far away.

  And I had taken the shot.

  CHANCE

  Eighteen months later

  I stood beneath the shower stream and let the warm needles of water pound into my flesh. My temples throbbed with pain, but that was nothing new. I’d seen the bottom of more than my share of bourbon bottles, and last night had been no different.