Dark Destiny_A Dark Saints MC Novel

by Jayne Blue

  “Less than fifteen minutes, acceptable,” I told Bo as he slowed down and turned into the dirt drive.

  “We can keep the cabin, fix it, tear it down, whatever you think.”

  We wound through a bank of trees that opened to a huge meadow. Beyond the meadow, Bo said, was a river.

  “I like the cabin! It’s like Lincoln Logs!” Hugo said as we got out of my car.

  “Your mouth is hanging open, is that a good thing or a bad thing?” Bo asked me.

  “This is an incredible piece of land. I can’t believe it’s yours.”

  “It’s ours.”

  Bo circled his hands around my waist. I tore my eyes away from this setting that really looked too good to be true. I envisioned a million different ways to build out here, to show what I could design.

  “It’s beyond gorgeous.”

  “You are. I’ll build you whatever you want.” I looked at his face.

  Some of the hardness that had been there after he first came back to me had disappeared. I could see so much of Hugo in him. I leaned up and kissed him. It was that much sweeter knowing how long we had waited to be together.

  Hugo was running around in circles and tugging at Bo’s jeans. Bo scooped him up and he held both of us in his strong embrace.

  “Can we get a puppy?”

  “Sure, plenty of room for a puppy!” Bo said, and I groaned. I had no idea how to care for a puppy.

  “Oh, and a baby goat. I saw a video of them. The jump and they’re so cute!”

  “Heck yeah, maybe baby chickens too,” Bo said, and Hugo’s eyes lit up. I shook my head.

  “Whoa, can we slow the train down?”

  Bo and Hugo looked at me. I figured now was a good a time as any. It felt like the perfect time.

  The last time I was in this situation I was scared, lonely, and totally unsure what exactly to do.

  This time I was overjoyed.

  “Before we get a baby dog, goat or chickens, we’re getting a baby human.”

  Bo looked stunned.

  And it took Hugo a few seconds to put it together too. I braced for impact.

  “You mean there’s a baby puppy in your belly?” Hugo asked me.

  “No, more like a baby. You know, a tiny little human that wears diapers?” I explained to Hugo.

  Bo closed his eyes, and then opened them. He was crying. Tears were rolling out of Bo Parker’s eyes. My hulk of a man, who dealt in violence and fear for the MC, was crying.

  “You’re going to be a big brother, Hugo. And Bo’s going to be the Daddy,” I said and looked at Bo. We hadn’t really tackled that conversation with Hugo. We wanted it all to just flow naturally between them and it had.

  “Can Bo be my Daddy and this baby human’s Daddy?” Hugo asked Bo and me.

  “Yep. I sure can.” Bo squeezed us both tight.

  We had traveled a long road, alone, without each other to get to this place in the world.

  But it was the right place for all three of us, soon to be four of us.

  Bo Parker was the love of my life.

  My Dark Saint.

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  Bo

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  There were four of us, four Dark Saints that were watching and waiting.

  Maddox, Axle, Shep, and me knew there were other Saints that would have to be brought in, soon.

  None of us wanted to do anything to disrupt the club. We loved the club.

  So we waited. We listened.

  If Hex had a name, we’d move on it.

  If one of our brothers was working with The Hawks against the MC, there would be blood. There was no doubt about that.

  None of us wanted it to end that way, but all of us were willing to do what it took to protect The Dark Saints and to keep Port Azreal under our watch.

  I told Lyric what I could. What I thought was safe for to her to hear.

  Lyric and Hugo were my world. God fucking help the person who tried to come between us.

  And now there was a new life. I was sad that I had missed Hugo’s early life, but here I was with a second chance.

  Hugo was asleep in his room and Lyric and I in ours in the apartment above the shop.

  There were blueprints spread on the floor. Lyric’s lush curves were pressed up against me as she slept.

  I watched her.

  I’d thought it was impossible that she could be any more beautiful and then she’d got pregnant. I watched her blossom in a new way. Her body, her glow, and her aura of love enveloped me and Hugo.

  It was more than I deserved. Way more.

  But I’d kill to keep it.

  Whoever tried to take them away again would find that out.

  I just hoped that whoever was out there trying to destroy me and my family didn’t wear the same Dark Saint patch as I did.

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  The End

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  Jen

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  “Where are we going?” He didn’t answer me. We walked down an ally to another building.

  “My place.”

  He hadn’t asked. He just thought it would be okay. I may be playing the part of the librarian, but I was still me. I tried to stay meek and quiet and in distress. But I failed.

  “Hold on, you’re ready to throw three guys through a wall who want to buy me a beer, and yet you don’t even ask if I want to go to your place?”

  “Are you saying you want to hang out there and have those idiots continue to harass you? Is that what you’re into, librarian? ‘Cause be my guest. I don’t play games. I want to be alone with you for a while. What happens after that is your call.”

  He had that look again; like he could see right through me. He didn’t take bullshit. There was something palpable between us.

  He took a big step forward and we were face to face. I could end it right then. I could lie and get out of there. I could come up with an excuse.

  But I didn’t want to. I wanted him.

  It was wrong. The place. The man. The moment. Everything was wrong. But as Benz got closer with that one big step, I felt something inside me turn over.

  I wanted him. I wanted his unruly beard against my cheek. I wanted him to put his arms around me and pull me to him. God help me, I wanted him to kiss me as rough and wild as he had the other day.

  I knew better. I was raised to hate him. And I’d bet he’d been raised to hate me, and would, if he really knew who I was.

  But there we were.

  His breath mingled with mine. I tried to control the way my chest rose. It brushed against the leather he wore. We were that close. Benz’s hands were on both sides of the wall now. He had me caged. I could break free. Even if he didn’t want me to, I had the skills.

  No man who’d ever tried to hold me could. I always slipped away.

  But the hell of it was, I didn’t want to. I knew what he tasted like. I knew what he did to my body, even when he was across the room.

  So I did something stupid, reckless, and wild. He had challenged me with his look, his walk, and his body. And I accepted it.

  I leaned forward and took his lower lip in mine and bit down. Not hard, just a tug, and then I sucked it into my mouth. Then I leaned back.

  “That’s right, Benz. You’re not the only rough one.” I gave him my best stare. The one I’d used in the academy, the one I’d used when I meant business. I gave him the flinty look I’d inherited from generations before me.

  “You got no idea, Guffy. Turn around.” Before I could move, he'd moved me, flipped me around. I was dizzy. My cheek was pressed against the wall and I felt his hands all over me. I braced myself and could hardly stand to wait for what I had fantasized about to be real.

  This was happening. What the hell had I done?

  He pushed up the skirt of my dress and pushed aside my panties. I felt his hands on my ass and I leaned back. His leather pants were hard against my bare skin. What had I unleashed?

  I leaned back into him. I was frantic, desperate for him to do more, take more. I had never felt this unhinged around a man in my life.

  He reached around and freed both my breasts from the top of my dress.

  Anyone could have walked by at any time and I didn’t care. I felt my core clench and somehow reach for him, but I couldn’t move my hands from the wall. It was the only thing keeping me upright. Benz grabbed both of my hips in his big hands and he was there. Right there. I gasped at the size, the sensation.

  I heard him make some sort of growling noise and I swear he’d gone part animal. Each thrust had me nearly screaming and nearly coming. It was a frenzy and I was caught up in it.

  “Go,” he said to me, as if I’d had a choice not to. An explosive orgasm ripped through my body in tight waves, with Benz like a piston behind me. I felt him go over the edge right after me. I could no longer see anything but white spots in front of my eyes. He’d taken me somewhere so fast and hard I could barely keep up.

  “What was that?” I didn’t really know, other than that it felt incredible, wild, and over way too fast. I needed more from Benz. I wanted more from him right then. He smoothed my skirt down and turned me around. As rough as we’d just been, now he was gentle. He took off his leather and put it over my now nearly shredded dress.

  I leaned up and kissed him. I’d drawn blood on his lip. Oh my God.

  “I’m sorry. I hurt you,” I whispered. He lifted me up and kissed me hard.

  “I’ll live,” he murmured and kissed me again. “You feel incredible.”

  He felt incredible too: hard, brutal, and perfect. I’d never even imagined what this type of man would be like and here I was, still reeling from what it felt like to have him take me up against this wall. I’d started it with my bite and he’d finished in a way I didn’t know was coming. But I wanted again.

  “I, uh– ” I looked down at myself, hoping to recognize something of who I was. Hoping to find a semblance of something familiar. But from the moment I had walked into Port Azrael, my life was changing in ways I hadn’t predicted.

  “Come on, we’re a few steps away from my place.”

  Benz took my hand and we literally did walk just a few steps to his building.

  He was on the third floor. It looked like he had the entire floor to himself. His apartment was huge and surprisingly gorgeous. He had a wall of windows at the back that faced out to the water. On the one side, we were nearly in Downtown Port Azrael, and on the other, a resort.

  It was unexpected. In my mind, he lived on his bike or something.

  I guess I hadn’t even gotten that far.

  He closed the door behind us and without planning it or thinking about it, I was in his arms again.

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  Sawyer

  Of course, she was there late. Working. Helping. Getting paid shit. She was the guardian angel this town didn’t even know it had.

  And she was sexy as hell.

  I stared for a moment. The overhead lights were off in the office. It was probably some money saving timer.

  A small desk lamp cast a soft glow around her.

  Brunettes were never my speed, but Bess Geary had gorgeous dark hair, she wore it up. I’d never seen it down, except in my imagination. Her long legs were crossed at the ankle under the desk, she was always the lady always dressed for work.

  I walked up to her, my boots hitting the floor made her look up.

  “It’s late. What are you doing here,” She asked, and Bess’s chocolate eyes scanned me. My biker exterior couldn’t be more of a contrast to her classic beauty.

  Everything about her was sexy to me. I loved those pencil skirts she always wore, the gray streak at her temple, and her passion. I wanted to be inside that energy and heat that came off her in waves. I craved it.

  “I was looking for you. You didn’t show up. I got worried.” Lately, if I didn’t know where Bess was, I couldn’t focus. Her presence or lack of it was becoming a central part of my existence.

  Bess took off her glasses and leaned back from the pile of papers she’d been hunched over.

  “That’s new. I normally do the worrying.”

  “Yeah. Time to clock out. I’m taking you out of here.”

  “I can’t. I have work.” I stepped c
loser to her desk and gripped her chair from behind. I slid her chair away from her desk.

  God, she smelled so good. It wasn’t perfume, it was her.

  I leaned over her and switched off her light. I closed the file.

  I watched her chest move up and down. It wasn’t just me that felt the attraction when we got close.

  She’d been pretty damn insistent she wasn’t interested. She was old enough to know that the president of an MC came with complications. But I’d had enough. I’d waited too long. I wanted her. Now. Consequences be damned.

  I put both hands on her shoulders and eased her out of her chair. She was still as a statue but for her breath. There was a half second that she could have pulled away, said something funny, put up a wall. But she didn’t.

  It was the opening I’d been waiting for. Patiently. Since I’d first met Bess Geary.

  I put my lips on the back of her neck and inhaled that scent of hers.

  My teeth scored her soft skin, and she leaned back into me. Her round ass pressed up against me. I slid my hands from her shoulders to the top of her silk blouse. A sigh escaped her gorgeous full lips.

  That sigh let me know she was in. All in.

  I turned her to face me and surrounded her in my arms.

  Her neck was my undoing. I gave it my full attention for a moment and to make sure she was ready for the next step. My lips on hers. I slid my tongue up. I kissed her skin, I inhaled her.

  And then paused.

  “Open your eyes,” I told her. She did as I instructed. I watched her lush lashes as she slowly lifted them up and her eyes focused on meeting my gaze.

  “They’re open.”

  “Good. I’m not turning back. I want you to understand that.”