Dark Destiny_A Dark Saints MC Novel

by Jayne Blue

  Oh, he did it for me. That was the biggest load of shit I’d ever heard.

  “I didn’t go to college. We used my college fund to pay for my mom’s cancer treatment, that didn’t work.”

  Bo squeezed his eyes shut.

  “And oh, also to pay for prenatal care.” I sunk the knife in and turned.

  “I am so sorry. I should have talked to you. I should have been here for you. For Hugo. Please forgive me.”

  This time emotions were overtaking Bo Parker.

  I wanted to forgive him. I wanted to hold him.

  But that was too easy. He deserved to feel shitty.

  Bo got off the chair and then he sank down to his knees on the floor in front of me. He put his head on my lap. I sat there, like stone. Dammit, he deserved the pain I felt. I tried to be strong, cold, mean – anything to not let the emotions overtake me. I couldn’t afford this.

  Instead I watched my own hands do what I hadn’t bid them to.

  I reached my hands out and caressed his back. I leaned down over him. My cheek rested on his head.

  “Please forgive me. I will spend the rest of my life trying to make this right.”

  “I know.”

  My resolve disappeared. The years disappeared.

  I kissed his shoulder. Bo straightened up. He reached for my face. We kissed through both of our tears. It wasn’t a hungry kiss. It was a reconnection. My heart knew his heart. He stood up and took me with him. I was lifted off the ground but knew I was safe in his arms. We held tight.

  “I’ll do whatever you need. Whatever you want.”

  “Okay, let’s just go slow. Hugo deserves that. I deserve that. I don’t know how this works.”

  Bo nodded and put me down. He wiped my tears.

  This was not the direction my life was supposed to go in. The second I’d laid eyes on Bo Parker, the path of my life diverged. And it wasn’t done changing course. I could see that.

  “I will give you all the time you need. But I’m not leaving you or my son again.”

  His voice had steel behind it. I believed him. And I stepped back. I needed to find a bit of balance. I needed to find space. I wanted to jump into his arms and kiss away the last five years. But I wasn’t eighteen anymore. And whatever I did now, I did for Hugo and me.

  “Let’s just take it slow.”

  The words were only just out of my mouth when we heard a crash. It startled me and interrupted whatever was going on between Bo and me.

  “That came from your store!”

  “Yes.”

  “You go in with Hugo. Don’t come out until I get back.”

  “Bo!”

  “Go in there. Bolt the door.”

  Bo was out of my apartment and down the stairs like a shot.

  I did exactly as he said and sat at the door of Hugo’s room.

  What the hell was happening to my life?

  18

  Bo

  * * *

  Lyric and Hugo were in danger. My woman and my son. My son.

  That’s all I could think of. Whoever was in her store was going to learn fast as fuck that I was in the picture. They’d been sitting ducks before. They’d been easy to get to.

  That shit was over.

  I walked into the store. The lights were off. It was shut down, but it wasn’t empty. Standing at the checkout counter, and leaning against it, was Hex. He had a toothpick in his mouth. His scrawny legs were crossed at the ankle.

  “I’m going to shove that fucking toothpick into your fucking eyeball. You leave Lyric and her son alone.”

  “Oh really? What’s it to you?”

  “He’s my son.”

  The fucker started laughing, like it was the funniest thing in the world. It was like he’d won something.

  “So, Bo Parker is back in town and he’s got a wife and kid?”

  He knew me. He knew that I’d been gone. Who was this fucking Hawk?

  “None of your goddamn business.”

  I moved a lot faster than most people estimated. It worked to my advantage every time. I sprung forward and easily wrestled him to the wall. I pushed his face, hard. He was no match for me, in any way.

  “Now what’s so fucking funny?”

  “You think you’re going to scare me away? You think I’m worried now that you’re here? You being here is WHY I fucked with that gash and her fucking brat.”

  I smashed his head hard against the wall. Blood was pouring from above his eye now.

  “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  “I’ve been trying to smoke you out since Dougie was murdered. All I had to do was sniff around Lyric’s little cunt and BOOM!”

  “You think you flushed me out?”

  “I fucking know it.”

  I eased up a little so he could talk. Hex was full of surprises and I wanted to hear them.

  “Your little piece of ass and her son have been all over the local papers. Her son too. Announcing an expansion, investing in Port Az, movers and shakers of Texas. She was easy to spot. It didn’t take much work to find out who you were fucking right before my brother was offed.”

  “So Dougie’s your brother? You’re here to what? Get revenge? You got the wrong man. Sorry about your shitty luck, but I didn’t kill that piece of shit.”

  Some of what E.Z. had warned about was happening right now. In front of my face. Hex was Dougie’s brother and he thought I’d killed Dougie. He’d put my sweet Lyric through hell to get revenge.

  “It’s not that easy, Saint. Dougie knew something, and now I know it.”

  “Your dumbass brother didn’t know shit.”

  “My dumbass brother knew there was a rat.”

  He was rambling, bargaining, grasping at anything to keep me from pounding him.

  “A rat where?”

  “A fucking rat in the Sanctified Brotherhood of the Dark Saints.”

  He laughed at his own jokes.

  “You have about three seconds to tell me your bullshit story. I’m sick of your crap, Hex.”

  “You’re right about one thing. Dougie was a nobody in the Hawks. And Arnie was a lazy piece of shit too. Why in the fuck would a Dark Saint waste his time or risk prison to kill those two if there wasn’t more to the story?”

  I kept my face still.

  “Seem a little extreme for two low levels?”

  It did. It always had.

  “I didn’t kill Dougie or Arnie, but I am going to fucking kill you if you come near Lyric or Hugo or these stores again. That’s a promise.”

  “Yeah, yeah. But what you should really be asking is who did kill Dougie. And why they wanted it done? Because I fucking know.”

  I processed what he was saying.

  “What do you want Hex, other than to get on my fucking nerves?”

  “I am offering you information. Dougie had proof, and now I do, about a deal between one of your Saints and The Hawks.”

  Hex was accusing one of my brothers of the worst crime among us. Disloyalty to The Saints put us all in danger. If we weren’t united against The Hawks, against the world, there was no fucking point to any of it.

  I hadn’t killed Dougie or Arnie but I’d made club members across the country pay for disloyalty to their clubs. I’d been hired out to do that for the last five years. Snitching, stealing from the club, running side operations and not giving a cut to the MC – all of those were cause to hire me to teach a painful fucking lesson.

  “Who do you think the rat is in my MC? I’m dying to hear your bullshit theory.”

  “Someone high up, that much I know.”

  “But you don’t have a name for me because you’re full of shit.”

  “I can get a name. But I’m not here for charity work.”

  “What do you want?”

  “I get you a name, I get you proof that one of your brothers is working both sides. Whoever it is, was the one who killed my brother. My brother knew, and he was trying to use the info to get a little cash. If I find the rat, I’l
l be the one getting a payout from you and The Saints. Get me?”

  “Get this. You leave my family out of this.”

  I thought about what he was saying, what he was offering, and my head hurt. If there was a Saint working with The Hawks, I needed to know who it was too. It was a cancer on my club and it needed to be cut out.

  I needed Hex alive, and I needed to find out if he was full of shit. Or if Dougie and Arnie were killed for what they knew.

  “Yeah, I don’t give a shit about your family. I give a shit about getting the fucker who actually killed my brother and cashing out.”

  I moved fast. I wasn’t going to let Hex off the hook. If he was lying I’d deal with it in due time. But for now, I wanted him to think he had me. That I’d bit at his hook.

  “Take this phone.” I fished my latest burner phone out of my pocket.

  “What?”

  “I’ll call you in twenty-four hours and let you know your next move.” I flipped him around and got in his face.

  “I’m in charge here,” he said.

  “Haha, turns out you are funny. Answer that phone on one ring in 24 hours.”

  I dragged him across the store and shoved him out the door.

  19

  Lyric

  * * *

  I cuddled with Hugo. He was completely out. None of the current excitement would wake my deep sleeper. I think it would take more than an earthquake.

  A soft knock at his door let me know that, whatever had happened down there, Bo was back. He’d protected us.

  “It’s me, you can come out.” I slid out of Hugo’s bed and went to the door.

  Bo was there on the other side. I practically jumped into his arms. I’d had visions of losing him in the same second we’d found him again.

  I wanted to take it slow. That was the logical thing to do. But I felt a visceral need to kiss him, to be sure he was okay. He’d run into danger, or whatever was in my store, without thinking. He was there to protect me. And I missed him. Every part of me missed him.

  He kissed me back. It wasn’t the tender kiss of apology or forgiveness; it was the ravenous kiss of something we both needed.

  “Where?” he said and I pointed to my room across the apartment. He picked me up in his arms and carried me there. There was no talking or bargaining or pleading for forgiveness. Right now we needed each other. The rest of it all could wait.

  “I need you, Bo.”

  “I need you too, Wild Girl.”

  Bo’s lips on mine were familiar and strange at the same time. It was an erotic dream I’d had over and over, come to life.

  The feel of his hands on my body was the same, but also different. His skin was rougher, and my need was rawer than it had ever been when I was younger.

  I knew now that this feeling was as intense as it was rare. And that if I had to, I could live on it for a lifetime.

  I also knew maybe, that I’d have to. Bo Parker was my soul mate, my true love, the father of my baby … but he was also unreliable as fuck.

  I didn’t care. I wanted him. I needed him.

  Bo put me down on my bed. We couldn’t separate. My lips were attached to his. His punished mine and demanded more. I was caught in the intensity of our attraction. I’d ignored my needs, even my own sexuality, in fear of being hurt or disappointed. I didn’t care if either of those things happened now.

  He stripped my shirt from my body and I heard buttons ping to the floor. Bo’s mouth moved from my lips to my breasts. His fingers clawed away the cups of my bra and I was half naked under him. He lowered his mouth to my nipples and I felt him bite, tug, and twist them. They were pebble hard and I gasped. He was driving me to a frenzy before we even started.

  Bo pulled down my jeans, and my panties in one violent motion. They were out of the way and I was straining to get the softest part of me close to him.

  I pushed down his jeans, and he got rid of his own shirt. Bo’s hands pushed my breast together, they ran down the sides of my body, he pulled my hips close to his. We were almost in a panic to feel everything, to touch each other.

  “I can’t wait another second.” He whispered the words low in my ear.

  “Hurry,” I answered back and opened my thighs.

  He entered me fast and with a power that lifted me from the bed. I strained to open wider. Then I felt my entire body clamp on to his. He filled me. He was so big, so impossibly hard. I cried out. There was nothing like this, and I knew there never would be. I held on. I knew I was quivering and shaking. I couldn’t control it.

  Bo thrust deep and hard. It was brutal and raw. I was on the edge of climax in seconds. I wanted to stop, to make it linger, I couldn’t.

  “Harder.” That’s what I wanted, I wanted to be destroyed, I wanted to forget everything that happened before.

  I didn’t want to think about after.

  Bo growled. I’d heard that growl in my dreams; I’d pushed it out of my memory.

  “Bo, God, please.”

  “Fuck.” We were reduced to single syllables. We were expanded too, into each other.

  Bo’s climax pushed me to a new some other plane of pleasure. I heard him growl again and say my name.

  We both shook now. We held each other as the stunned realization of how good this still was washed over us. It was better than my fevered memories,

  He held me. He stroked my hair. Tiny little waves – maybe they were aftershocks – pulsed from my center down to my toes.

  “I love you, Lyric. I love you. Please don’t hate me.”

  “I love you too. It’s always been you.”

  We kissed again. Bo traced my body from my collarbone to the side of my breast, down my hip, and stopped.

  “It’s still there.”

  “Yeah? Why wouldn’t it be?”

  The musical tattoo in the key of Bo was still on my hip.

  “I thought you’d have had it sandblasted off.”

  “Nah, I thought about adding an ‘o’ and then ‘is a bastard’ after it though.”

  “Fair enough. But I’m glad you kept it.”

  He leaned down and put his lips on my hipbone. He kissed my dainty little lone ink.

  I looked at his body. I tried to decide if he had any new ink. He was carved out of fucking granite still, but there were scars that I’d never seen before. Whatever he’d had to do, wherever he’d gone in the last few years, had left their mark.

  But that was okay. My body was different too. I’d become a mother. I wondered if that made me different to him.

  “You’re more beautiful. How did that happen?”

  “Thank you. Motherhood maybe?”

  “Maybe.”

  He kissed me again. We didn’t talk about the next steps. Or about how this would work with Hugo. We just tried to reconnect where we could. One thread at a time, we were weaving something back together.

  “How did you come up with the name Hugo?”

  “What do you think of it?”

  “I think it’s kick ass.”

  I laughed.

  “Well, it’s my Papus’ middle name. I’ve always liked it. Hugo came out with a full head of hair, wailing at the top of his lungs, and I swear his forearms were bigger than mine from day one.”

  Bo listened. He asked me questions. When did he walk, talk, what were his first words? We stayed entwined together. It was like our night at the boathouse, our first night, but it was better. We both knew nothing was forever. We both knew life could change our plans in the beat of a heart or the blast of a bullet.

  “What did he say, Hex?”

  “He said a lot of things. Number one, he’s done bothering you and Hugo.”

  “Good, but how, what did you do?”

  “I did what I’m good at.”

  I knew he didn’t want to elaborate on that. Bo Parker was professionally violent. I didn’t want the details. I wasn’t sure if I could handle them.

  “So it’s over?”

  “It’s not over for me.”

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nbsp; Bo paused for a second. I watched him weigh something, I could see through his eyes into his mind. He was considering his next move.

  Then he decided who’s side he was on, and he told me everything.

  20

  Bo

  * * *

  “You say you are brothers. You say they have your back. Then you need to lean on them. You need to reach out with this information. At least to a few of them.”

  For the first time in my entire life, I had another person on my side. Lyric wanted what was best for me and she was giving it to me straight. I needed to trust someone.

  “You’re right, my whole club doesn’t need to know.”

  “Who do you really trust?”

  “All of them. I thought.”

  “Okay, and maybe there’s only one that did this to you. Whoever fucked with your family is out there.”

  Lyric sat on the bed, a sheet around was around her breasts. She looked fierce and impossibly sexy.

  I’d told her what Hex had said when I cornered him.

  If I was going to be with her, be a good father to Hugo, that meant complete trust. I wanted Lyric to have all the information about why I ran, about what Hex said, and I wanted her advice.

  She was smart, she was tough, and she’d built a successful business filled with loyal employees.

  I wanted her take on what to do next with Hex, and with my club.

  “There are nine guys. There are nine that came up with me more or less. I trust them the most. I know them the best.”

  “Okay, well, pick three of those. Tell them. They need to have your back.”

  “I believe that they all do.”

  Axle, Benz, Zig, Kade, Chase, Maddox, Domino, Deacon, and Shep. Those were my closest brothers in the MC. They were like blood.

  “Look, if you’re going to root out a rat, it has to be quiet. Like I said, only a few people should be in on this. Let them weigh in on what to do.”