Liam: The Auckland Kings Crime Family Trilogy Book One: Social Rejects Syndicate

by A. J. Macey

  It’d been nice to see them during the aftermath, though the initial meeting with Liam was a bit strained, but thankfully they’d warmed up to him pretty quickly when they found out he was the one who came to my rescue. Since then, I’d gone back to school for my final semester and waited impatiently for the news I’d just received.

  I was jittery with excitement, practically dancing in my seat as I pulled into the drive of Liam’s new home. It was a little smaller, but just as nice, though a bit homier feeling since he’d allowed me to pick out some furniture pieces and decor for it.

  “Honey, I’m home!” I sing-songed coming in the front door, my jaw dropping when Liam came down the stairs in a sharp black tuxedo and tie. “Oh, wow.”

  “I’m going to take that as a good thing?” he asked, smoothing a hand down his tie and smirking at me.

  “Very much a good thing,” I agreed, closing the front door and meeting him at the bottom of the stairs. “Just curious as to why you’re dressed up.”

  “That’s a surprise, but you seem really happy,” he pointed out, redirecting the conversation. I beamed, practically jumping up and down.

  “I hope your brothers are used to me being around.”

  His brows knitted. “Why?”

  “Because I got the job!” I squealed.

  “So you’re staying? Here in Auckland?” he questioned, realizing the magnitude of the news.

  I nodded excitedly.

  “Thank fucking God, otherwise I was going to have to chase that sexy ass all the way to America,” he murmured, scooping me up. I squealed again, holding tight onto his shoulders and wrapping my legs around his waist to stay in his grasp as he carried me up the stairs. “This calls for celebrating.”

  The heat in his voice wasn’t lost on me and I felt my body react to the glint in his gaze.

  “I could definitely go for some celebrating,” I told him, kissing him eagerly.

  There was no wasted time as we stripped each other out of our clothes, but I made sure to take care of his tux, not wanting to ruin it before we went wherever he was taking us. His kisses trailed over my exposed skin as soon as we were naked, his hands roving my curves before cupping my breasts.

  I palmed his quickly hardening cock, stroking roughly as he sucked one nipple into his mouth. A sharp tingle raced through me as he nibbled the sensitive peak, my core surging with anticipation. Normally we would have taken our time, savored each other round after round, but right then, it was as if we couldn’t get enough of one another.

  Releasing my chest, Liam started to move downward, but I cut him off. Dropping to my knees, I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock before he could toss me onto the bed like he liked to do. Taking him into my mouth, I slowly worked down his length, swallowing up more of him with each bob of my head.

  “Fuck, Baby,” he bit out, groaning when I started to move in earnest. I loved watching and listening to him fall apart, and hearing him take a shuddering breath only fueled me on. Liam’s fingers tangled into my hair, but he let me work his thick cock at my own pace until finally he caved.

  He angled his hips away, popping out of my mouth before reaching down. Just as he did earlier, he picked me up into his arms and walked us to the bed, crawling onto it with me in his hold instead of tossing me back and spreading my thighs. Laying me against the soft comforter, he rocked over my clit, making me arch off the bed as lightning shot through me.

  “I want you,” I moaned. “Right now, Liam, before I combust.” My words were breathy, and I practically trembled under him in need.

  “What if I wanted to torment you for a bit like you did to me?” he challenged, nuzzling my neck and rolling his hips once more.

  “Please,” I begged.

  “Since you asked so nicely,” he murmured, lining up and thrusting forward little by little. Each inch he pushed in, the tighter I wound.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, quickening his pace. Loud moans and whimpers left me as I clawed at his back. All I could do as he pounded into me was let go, letting the desire take hold as it filled my veins and pooled in my core.

  “I want to feel you come on my cock,” he whispered breathlessly, nipping my ear lobe without breaking pace. “Can you do that for me, Baby?”

  “Mhm,” I managed to get out between whimpers, quickly nearing my release.

  When it hit me, I shattered beneath Liam, growing dizzy with the intensity of my orgasm. Liam’s pace slowed, working me through wave after wave, until I could finally catch my breath. Kissing him, I trailed a finger over his back as he stilled.

  “Mmm, that’s the perfect kind of celebrating,” I murmured against his lips, grinning as he pulled back to look at me.

  Liam

  “Damn right it is,” I told her, slipping out of her, her smile turning confused at the movement.

  “Don’t you want to finish?” she asked, eyeing my erection.

  I shook my head with a sinful grin. “No, we only have a little bit of time before we have to leave. Besides, I want to pick this back up after we get back.”

  “Does this mean I can know why you’re all dressed up now?”

  “It’s still a surprise, Baby. Open up the box in the bathroom and meet me out in the lounge when you’re done,” I instructed, chuckling at her playfully suspicious gaze.

  “Okay, Mr. Secrecy, I’ll play along.”

  She popped up from the bed and scurried into the bathroom. My eyes tracked her naked body as she did so, unable to help myself. Groaning when she was finally in the bathroom, I wiped myself clean with a random T-shirt. I dressed quickly and headed down to sit on the couch while I waited.

  Her news couldn’t have come at a more perfect time, I noted, tapping my thigh anxiously as I waited. It was soon, and my family had been hesitant at first about what I had planned for the night, but eventually they came around. Though, most likely because they knew I would do it regardless of their approval or not. I knew what I wanted at that point, that more that Harper had asked about, and I wasn’t going to let it pass me by.

  Thankfully it didn’t take long for her to get ready, the click of her heels on the stairs alerting me to her coming down. She looked beautiful in the dress I’d selected; it was a deep emerald green that made the rich jewel tones of her eyes stand out. It was a simple dress, keeping the focus on Harper. It showcased her curvy figure with a tighter torso and hip hugging style before it flowed out into a long skirt that had a high slit cut into it. She’d done some simple makeup and curled her blonde hair in loose waves. It was even better than I had envisioned when I bought it.

  “You’re staring,” she told me.

  “It’s hard not to when you’re looking like that,” I said honestly. “If we didn’t have places to be, I would strip you right out of that dress and fuck you all over again.” She beamed at my words, shimmying her shoulders as I walked over, bringing my eyes to her chest.

  “We can certainly do that,” she whispered seductively. “After you tell me what we’re doing.” I only grinned and smacked her ass before sweeping her out to the car.

  She’d find out soon enough.

  “Wow,” she whispered, eyeing the restaurant as we were seated. It was not only the best place money could buy in regards to its atmosphere and location, but its food was to die for as well, meaning it was perfect for the night.

  “This is a fancy joint, Mr. King,” she teased. “I can see why you needed the tux now.”

  “Don’t look at me, Baby, you’re the star of the show,” I murmured, leaning down and kissing her cheek before pulling out her chair.

  “Oh my, quite the gentleman tonight too.” She chuckled, eyeing me with a bright smile as she sat.

  “Only the best for you,” I countered, getting situated in my own seat. A waiter came up, taking my order for a bottle of wine quickly before leaving again. The restaurant was fairly busy tonight, but with the space between the tables and the soft music playing through the dimly lit room, it wasn’t over
bearing.

  Harper scanned the menu, but I couldn’t stop staring at her. I wasn’t often nervous, but I felt my palms grow slightly sweaty. Thankfully, before she could call me out on my shameless staring once more, the waiter returned with the bottle, a bucket of ice, and two glasses. He poured quickly before offering to give us some time to order. The original plan I had was to order dinner and dessert before I did what I was about to, but at that moment, I couldn’t wait any longer.

  “Baby,” I spoke quietly, pulling her attention from the menu, “I’m really happy you’re staying here in New Zealand.”

  “Me too.” She perked up, flashing me again with one of her dazzling smiles. Reaching over, I scooped up one of her hands and intertwined our fingers.

  “I love you, Harper,” I finally said. “and it’s only been a little over a month since you came barreling into my life—”

  “Last I checked you stole me into your life,” she teased, folding her menu closed and leaning forward.

  “And I wouldn’t change one damned thing about that,” I told her honestly, shifting out of my seat and onto my knee. She gasped when she realized what I was doing. Tugging the soft velvet box from my pocket, I opened it to reveal the simple solitaire diamond ring I’d purchased when I got her dress. “Harper Davis, will you marry me?”

  “Yes!” she exclaimed, happy tears streaming down her cheeks.

  I slipped the silver band onto her finger and kissed her hard, clapping filling the restaurant from the other patrons.

  “That sexy ass is officially mine, Harper King,” I whispered, my lips brushing against hers.

  “Good, I don’t want it any other way.”

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  Rival

  Book 1 of The Aces Series

  Want to know what a girl’s best friend is? Revenge.

  Hey b*tches, my name’s Kiera. You might know me as The Cat, famous cat burglar/thief.

  No? Well, let me give you a little insight into my life as of late.

  I was going about, minding my own damn business when the mob boss who runs most of the Reno underground sent an assassin after me. Crazy, yeah? Anyway, six months later the previously mentioned assassin is now my partner in crime when we get a job from the local motorcycle club, The Aces. All good and dandy, right? Wrong. They’re 1%ers, all three officers unbelievably attractive. Oh, yeah, the Vice President of the MC? That’s my asshole step-brother and let’s not even get started on the club’s suspicious Enforcer or the President who’s dripping in sexual swagger.

  With four sexy as f*ck men at my back, can I get the job done or will our explosive personalities cause us to be at each other’s throats? Oh, damn! Almost forgot in the thought of all the ruggedly attractive men, muscles, and tattoos that the rival MC, The Alloy Kings are moving in and seem intent to take me down with the Aces. F*cking bastards.

  But I’m not the thief who became famous at 15 years old and survived the mob’s hell in my past just to lay down and take that, they won’t know what hit them.

  I’m The Cat, and soon enough, they’ll learn that I’ve got claws.

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  Chapter 1

  April 19th

  Friday Morning

  Kiera

  “Fuck!” With quick movements, I rolled out of bed and stepped into the god-awful jeans I’d picked for my cover. My hair was swiftly thrown into what my best bitch coined as my ‘rat’s nest’ bun. I was running late. Again. After pulling a black turtleneck over my head, I swigged some mouthwash while I situated the itchy fabric around my neck.

  I would have been out the door in less than five minutes if the damn door hadn’t been so slow to open. Need to get that fixed. I made a mental note about the door in the fourth bay of the garage as I hopped into the used piece of junk I utilized as my job car. Shooting a text to Abby, I let her know I was on my way. With the windows rolled down, the quickly warming weather of the Nevada desert brushed against my face as I made my way to downtown Reno. The coffee shop’s parking lot was partially filled with others who needed their fix before going on with the monotony of their daily life. I spotted Abby’s dusty truck off to the side of the large lot. Hustling, I ordered a black coffee and went out to the side patio where my best bitch was seated.

  “Hey,” I greeted breathlessly, flopping ungracefully into the warm metal chair. I angled the chair slightly so I could keep an eye on Abby as well as discreetly watch the whole reason for being here, Harbold Law Office. The building was a tan, smooth stone with a grey shingled roof. The large windows and front door glimmered in the quickly rising sun. The tint of the glass was nearly black, hiding everything that happened within the building.

  “You’re late,” she chastised, her rough voice low to not catch the attention of those around us. Her blue eyes situated on my face and a dark brown brow lifted in her usual judgmental facial expression. If I didn’t give a shit about her, I’d have smacked that look off her face long ago. “Honestly, I don’t know how you’re able to do your jobs with your shitty time management skills.”

  “Your guess is as good as mine.” I shrugged and took a small sip of my drink pushing past the bitter taste.

  “You do know they make coffee that actually tastes good, right? You don’t have to power through straight black.” Abby nodded her head toward the cup in my hand, her own cup marked with different symbols signifying she had some girly frou-frou drink.

  “I wouldn’t drink it if I didn’t have to,” I muttered, taking another sip. “Besides, I can’t handle all that shit you have loaded up in there. Is it even still coffee or is it just a giant cup of sugar?”

  “Oh, shut up, bitch. If you weren’t so damn stubborn...” she mumbled the rest of her statement incoherently into her coffee cup.

  I chuckled, my gaze following the large man who had just stepped out of his fire red Lamborghini. He even had the balls to park perpendicular to the lines on the asphalt taking up over three slots of his own parking lot.

  “How the fuck does he even fit in that?” I whispered to Abby, who choked on some of her sugar concoction when she tried to laugh at me. “I mean seriously, look at him. He’s bigger than the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.” Cory Harbold’s custom Italian suit strained against his large belly, the man’s meat mitts clutching his briefcase close to his side. Waddling across the pavement of his firm’s parking lot, he finally reached the front door that had been unlocked ten minutes earlier by his front desk secretary.

  “How much longer until your job’s done?” Her rough voice finally evened out after the bout of coughing.

  “Tomorrow night.” I leaned forward on my forearms. “There’s some snazzy party over at the Solace.” My voice wavered at the mere mention of that wretched casino and resort, and I ground my teeth to keep my mouth shut while I centered myself. “How’s Nate?” When in doubt, reroute the conversation.

  “He’s good, they’re coming back from their ride this morning. Going to meet him at the compound.” Her face changed into a dreamy expression at the thought of her husband.

  Gross. I contained the grimace that tried to break through, but barely. A ding from my phone saved me from having to continue talking about the fiasco that was the concept of marriage.

  Dipshit: Got it.

  I tucked my phone back into my pocket, focusing on leisurely drinking the last of my coffee. I made sure to give it five minutes before I would head out with Abby.

  “Ready to go?” My tone remained at a normal volume, my husky voice abnormally cheerful. Nothing to see here folks, just two normal friends getting coffee like normal people. She nodded and rose from her seat. In
the twenty minutes we were at the shop, the parking lot had mostly emptied. “You still need to hit up the store?” I asked as I climbed into Rocky, Abby’s red Chevy Colorado truck.

  “Yeah, just need to pick up a few things for the guys.” She started the vehicle and we made our way to the grocery store near the edge of town.

  Neutral colored businesses slowly transitioned into the residential neighborhoods and homes. The store’s exterior matched the continual pattern of greys, beiges, and tans that littered the rest of the streets. We walked the empty aisles grabbing items for Abby’s signature pasta dish before checking out. It was an oddly normal trip compared to what I was used to when I went out.

  The grocery store parking lot was nearly barren in the mid-morning sun. The weather had transitioned from warm to hot, making the stupid outfit I was wearing even more uncomfortable. A tug at the neck of my sweater wasn’t nearly enough to cool me down, so I abandoned that idea and helped load the last of the groceries into the open space of the cab. Taking the cart, I walked over to the return stall.

  I mean, I am an asshole, but I’m not that much of an asshole to leave the cart in the middle of the lot. My name being shouted by a distraught Abby caught my attention. Whipping my head around, I noticed three men attempting to shove Abby into an unlabeled van.