Crushing
Knox
Bloody Saints MC Book 4
Roxanne Greening
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locales, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination and any resemblance to places or events is coincidental or fictionalized.
Published in the United States of America 2019
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Roxanne Greening is a mother of two young children and lives in the beautiful rural area in West Virginia, USA. It was because of her love for reading romances, that Roxanne decided to write her own. However, it is the MC romances that she enjoys writing the most. “Being able to become a rebel, an outlaw (in fiction) is a powerful thing.” And so, Axel, the first book of the SONS OF THE APOCALYPSE, was published in August 2016.
Her comedy nonfiction, The Rantings of a Crazy Person, was born out of demands from her family and friends to write about her own experiences. And her children’s book, The chronicles of rocky and binx aka the steam punk kid and the angel of death. Titanic's Doom! Came from wanting to write a book for her son who suffers from ADHD.
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Prologue:
Life is full of lessons. I learned most of them the hard way. Lesson one, someone always wants something from me. Particularly my foster family, my friends, and my boyfriends, not that I had much time for boyfriends. But no one, and I mean no one, has been like, “Hey Lola, do you need something?”
Savanna was the first to come knocking. She showed me that my concept of a true friend was actually bullshit. She proved that she was someone I could count on. Of course, I was wary of her at first.
Life lesson number two, there is only one person you can count on in this world, and it will always be yourself.
I should start at the beginning, not at the end. The end is where things get messy. It’s where life teaches you its final lesson. A good kick to the teeth, a twist of the arm, and then you take your last breath.
That’s where I find myself now. I can feel the heat as it leaves my body. It’s draining out of me in little rivers of red. My blood, is there even any left? Who the hell knows at this point. Definitely not me.
I can feel him fighting to get to me, and a small smile emerges on my frozen face. Maybe someone does care after all. Maybe someone does want me. But this life isn’t for the faint of heart. I know that now.
Blinking, I watch the spots dance in front of my eyes. Sadness fills me as I realize I’m going to leave him behind. I’m leaving him at the mercy of life. As it gets colder, I realize that I should be asking how I got here, but I already knew how. You see, I fell in love, and his name’s Knox.
Chapter 1
Lola
Five years ago.
The sound of little feet and high-pitched screams always tore into me. It was one of the reasons why I hated this house. I was determined to forget everything and just leave it all behind me.
“Lola! Get your whoring ass down here!” My foster mother screamed. She was such a lovely person. I knew somewhere out there, in the great beyond, there were good foster parents. Mine was just one of the select few who didn’t give a shit about anything but the money.
Something in me flipped, and I wondered again, why was I given away? It was a question I’ve asked myself so many times, and I hated myself just a little more for asking it again. I thought I was over it.
Sighing, I shouted back, “I didn’t get paid today!” Taking a deep breath, I fought the need to cry. The air in my lungs felt heavy today, and I involuntarily shivered. As I rubbed my arms, I thought about how angry my foster mother was hearing this news.
The paychecks were late, and it was something that I had no control over. Not that my foster mother would care, but my boss had an important doctor’s appointment today.
This life wasn’t the best, and it sure as hell wasn’t my friend. Honestly, I didn’t have any real friends. Not that I had many over the years. I’ve had just a few barely there acquaintances. Although, I’ve never hung out with any of them. Just lunch and a few passed words here and there.
I literally spent all my time working and going to school. Then I had to give all of the money I earned to my foster mother. She was a taker. She took every penny she could. I had a little stash that my boss was holding for me. It was my freedom. Nancy, my boss, was a nice old lady who took shit from no one.
I remember her asking me why I hadn’t bought the new shoes she required I get for safety reasons. I also remember the shame and embarrassment that I felt as I stammered that my foster mom has taken every penny. I have to sign all my checks over to her. Not once have I held the money in my hand.
I remember the anger that crossed Nancy’s face before she got this evil glee in her eye. I thought surely she was going to do something to bring me down even more than I already was. Not that I thought it could be possible. I mean, when you’re at rock bottom, how much further could you go?
To my surprise and shock, she didn’t. My boss did something entirely different. She snatched my paycheck and made me a new one. I then got half in cash and the other half in a check for my foster mother.
Nancy took the cash and put it in a locked box in her office. It was a stash for my ultimate escape. Usually, our checks were always on time. Two o’clock every Friday, but that day Nancy had a doctor’s appointment. It was necessary since she hadn’t been feeling well. Every day she got worse, and it struck fear in my heart.
I was afraid to lose her; she was all I had. Nancy was my escape, my freedom, and my friend. She was all I ever wanted and all I ever dreamed of having. She was more of a mother to me than the woman who took me in. Even the woman who gave me away.
Chapter 2
Knox
Present Day.
Shirley bent over the desk and shook her pert little ass. Sweet temptation. Lining my cock up to her shaved pussy, I slam forward, letting her tight wet heat engulf my hard dick.
Being the Sergeant at Arms for my club is an honor, but it’s fucking stressful at times. Today is definitely one of those days.
As I begin to fuck my frustrations away, I grab onto her coppery red locks. I tug her head back as I slam into her again.
Her moans echo off the walls as I hammer her wet pussy. I watch as one of her hands grip the desk, and her other slips down the front of her body to play with her throbbing clit.
With each flick, her pussy pulses,
clenching my dick and drawing my balls up tight. I tug her hair harder and force more of my cock into her.
“Oh god, I’m coming,” she screeches, and for a moment, I contemplate shoving her panties into her mouth. Just to shut her the fuck up.
“Oh, baby, yes, fuck me harder,” she continues. It was like a green light. My hips pound into her hard, so hard that two of the desk legs lift off the floor, almost knocking the desk over.
My balls tingle as she clamps down on my dick, hard. Another powerful stroke has my cum shooting into the condom.
“One day, we can do this bareback,” she whispers huskily.
The fuck we will. Shirley’s not my old lady and never will be. Don’t get me wrong, Shirley’s sweet, but she’s been passed around more than most women in this clubhouse.
Pulling my softening cock free, I quickly remove the condom. I haven’t said a word to Shirley. I didn’t ask her to come to my office or strip her barely existent clothes off. And I sure as fuck didn’t make any promises.
“Thanks, babe,” I tell her as I pull my pants back up.
“That’s it?” She snaps.
I stare at her like she has grown another fucking head. What the fuck is wrong with her? I just fucked her brains out.
“I thought since we’ve been seeing each other for a while now...”
I cut her off, “we’ve been fucking. It’s just been sex, Shirley. Something you’ve been giving all of my brothers.”
I didn’t sugar coat it, and I knew I was being an asshole.
“Fuck you, Knox!”
I laugh like the prick that I am. “Already did that, babe.”
She screeches and picks up her shoes. For a moment, I thought she was going to throw one at me.
“I can’t believe this,” she whispers as tears fill her eyes.
“I made you no promises.” I remind her.
Something dark in me rises as my frustration intensifies.
“I know.” She mumbles.
“You want out, there’s the door.” I make no apologies. That shit makes you look weak, something a man in my position can’t do. The only nice thing I can do is keep my words soft and gentle. I watch as the tears she’s been fighting begin to spill. I’m a fucking bastard.
“I can’t do this with you again,” she tells me as she turns for the door. I make no reply, and I don’t try to stop her. Even though she makes it a slow production, hoping I’d change my mind.
I watch as the door closes behind her. Sinking in my chair, I run my fingers through my hair, tugging at the strands. Why the fuck does shit keep getting so fucking complicated?
Chapter 3
Lola
Present Day.
The bar is soaked. The large puddle keeps spreading, and as I wipe it down, I glare at the man responsible for this mess. Craig is a regular, and he got angry. Apparently, he’s been trying to get my attention in a way most would find flattering.
He’s what most considered attractive. Craig has short blond hair, and he’s tall, very tall.
Honestly, the man creeps me out. It’s the way his eyes look almost snake-like as he watches me work. It makes me feel like prey, and I refused to be prey.
Never again, my mind whispers.
“Someone likes you,” Savanna nudges me.
Savanna’s my only friend. She is a rarity in my world. Especially in a world where people take and take from me. It’s a lesson I learned the hard way over the years. Trusting people doesn’t come easy.
“Will you please serve him? He creeps me out,” I shiver as I glance over at him. I find that he’s still watching me.
“You know Craig only wants you,” she whispers back. The pity I hear in her voice causes my stomach to turn.
“Please, Savanna,” I beg.
Her hand rubs my back, and then she turns towards Craig with determination on her face.
I watch with wide eyes as she walks over to Craig and tells him that he needs to leave. His eyes darken dangerously as she demands payment for the drink. He intentionally pours it all over the counter.
My heart hammers in my chest as my fingers graze over the bat. We keep it under the counter, and luckily it’s right where I’m standing. I don’t want to use it, but I will protect my friend if I need to.
“This is bullshit,” he snarls at her.
Savanna has her hands on her hips as she stares him down, showing him no fear.
“Be that as it may, you need to go,” she demands harshly. Not an inch of her is willing to let this go. I could see her determination radiating off of her.
Savanna told me once that she hasn’t met a patron that has scared her. She mentioned that she’s faced way scarier men before working at the bar.
Savanna also warned me that there might be a day where she has to disappear without a word. The thought of it happening frankly scares me, I don’t know what I would do without her.
I watch as Craig stands up and tosses a few bills on the counter. He then storms out of the bar, every move expressing his anger. He all but slammed the door as he exited the building.
“Thank you,” I whisper to Savanna.
There are no words to truly express how grateful I am. She’s the only one in my life that has ever stood up for me.
“That’s what friends are for,” Savanna says with a smile.
Friends. Funny, I’ve never heard the word spoken to me before.
After the incident with Craig, the night flew by. Soon we were both getting ready to leave.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” I ask Savanna. Knowing there’s a possibility that she won’t be here.
“Maybe.” She shrugs. It’s the same thing she says every time I ask.
I pray that she will because, without her, I’m at Craig’s mercy. Also, the nights would be really lonely without her.
I hate being alone. I learned that the hard way. Once Upon a time, I thought that I was alone. I didn’t truly understand the concept until everyone was gone.
Four Years Ago.
“But you can’t leave me,” I begged Nancy as I lowered my head to her barely rising chest. The breaks between her breaths were starting to get longer and longer.
She was sleeping, but I hoped she could hear how much I needed and loved her. I sat with her every chance that I got.
Two weeks ago, right before they started the morphine, she gave me my locked box. Well, she gave me a key to a storage locker that she locked the box in. She didn’t trust anyone to not take it.
We learned that she was sick about a year ago. That was during the fated doctor’s appointment. The day my foster mom lost her shit and burned the house down, killing herself and my sister. All because I didn’t get paid.
After that, Nancy took me in for this past year. For a whole month, I got to feel what it’s like to be a teen. Then I learned Nancy wasn’t going to be here forever.
I hated her for two weeks. My anger made me irrational, but Nancy took it in stride, telling me it was okay to be angry.
My heart continued to brake as I looked at the strong woman who saved me. Even before she took me in, she saved me.
Her leaving was another lesson. I learned that the only person who could truly save you is yourself. A small part of me hated her. I hated that she gave me hope only to have her leave me.
As I leaned over Nancy, I whispered, “I love you.”
As soon as the words passed my lips, she gasped and went still. There were no beeps or noises from any kind of medical device. Not here in hospice, and I hated her choice. The hospital would have given her a longer life.
Tears spilled down my cheeks. She was gone, and I was alone all over again. My heart turned to dust as I gripped her hand in mine. I couldn’t leave just yet, even though I knew she was in a better place.
Soon it would be time for me to move on in my own life. Time for me to find a new town and a new place. My future was unknown, and I needed a fresh start. A place where the people wouldn’t know me or my past. It’s what Nancy alw
ays wanted for me.
Chapter 4
Lola
Present Day.
A cold sweat covered my skin, waking me from a dream I hated having. For hours, sleep alluded me, but the nightmares kept pulling me in. Dragging me into their depths like a raging inferno from hell.
I couldn’t escape them. For months after the fire, I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing the orange glow that lit the street.
I had just gotten off of work. My feet were sore, and my fingers were tired. Cooking dinner wasn’t an easy job, and neither was washing the dishes.
Five Years Ago.
There were so many customers today. I thought for sure my fingers were going to bleed. They were so dry and cracked from all the water and dish soap.
The air was warmer the closer that I got to the house, and that was very unusual. I remember the frown on my face as the distance between me and that hell house closed in.
I didn’t want to go home, but little Macey was there. She needed me like I always needed someone at her age. The very moment I turned eighteen, I was going to try and foster her.
She was what kept me going. Well, the thought of freedom and Macey’s little smile. I was going to take all the money that I had and find us a good place to live.
The smell hit me first, and then the smoke was next. It was suffocating, and the stench was horrible. I gagged and choked as I drew closer.
I had my eyes glued to the sidewalk as I was lost in my thoughts, but now, I was looking in front of me in horror. The blue and white lights on the police cars mixed with the red flashing lights on the fire trucks.
There were so many of them. I couldn’t comprehend why there were so many. It was like a fog had ascended on my brain. My eyes were slowly, oh so slowly, drawn to the house. My house.
Orange flames licked and climbed the building. It lit up the night far more than the lights from the emergency vehicles.
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