The Dirty Dozen: MC Edition

by Kay Maree

  “You’re gonna come for me, little dove. For. Me. No one else.”

  She swallowed and the movement of her throat drew my attention. I wrapped my hand around her neck, applying just enough pressure for her to feel me there, and for me to feel her swallowing again. I lowered my face so our noses were nearly touching, our breaths mingling as I continued to shift deep inside her, taking her hard enough that her whole body moved with each penetration.

  I locked my gaze on hers, fucking loving how she looked drunk on passion as I sped up my thrusts.

  “Come. Right now, come for me.”

  I tightened my hand on her throat a fraction and her mouth dropped open as her body tensed, but it wasn’t fear that had her on edge. Looked like my girl really did like me rough and raw. Her fingers wrapped around my shoulders, and my right shoulder let out a holler in pain as she dug her nails into the edge of the burn but I didn’t give a fuck because her core tightened up on me and she came, screaming my name, dragging me with her.

  When I could think again, I had my face buried in her neck as my hips continued to slowly pump against her. I’d come harder than I ever had but my cock was still half hard, wanting more of this woman. Realizing she couldn’t see my eyes in my current position, I shifted and lifted up to look into her eyes. I grinned when I saw they were closed, her mouth was tilted up in a small smile.

  Reluctantly, I pulled free from her and rolled off the bed. In the bathroom, I quickly disposed of the condom, cleaned myself up then wet a cloth. When I returned, I chuckled softly at the fact she’d not moved an inch. When I pressed the warm cloth against her pussy, she jolted and her eyes flew open.

  “What—”

  “Just cleaning you up, little dove. Relax, get a little rest. I’ll be at you again soon enough.” I gave her a smirk as I tossed the towel on the nightstand then pulled her so she was draped over my chest. “Got a feeling I’m never gonna get my fill of your sexy self, so be prepared to not sleep much whenever we spend the night together.”

  Which, if I had my way, would be every damn night.

  I rolled to the side and she snuggled in against me, I was beginning to drift off myself when I heard her sniffle and stiffened.

  “Veronica?” With a finger under her chin, I lifted her head so I could see her face. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

  She’d appeared to enjoy what we did, but I had gotten rough. I knew a lot of women didn’t like their throat to be held like I had held hers.

  After licking her lips, she gave me a smile through her tears. “You were wonderful. Perfect. These are happy tears. I honestly didn’t know if I could do this—have sex—without freaking out. But with you, I did, and it was so very good. You have no idea how much of a relief that is.”

  I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her temple as my heart swelled for this woman.

  “I got a fair idea, little dove.”

  Because she wasn’t the only one that life had fucked over. Sure my damage was different than hers, but I hadn’t thought I was capable of loving a woman like I did Veronica. I’d loved Josefina, but that had been a different type of love, that of a sibling or parent. This, with Veronica, was so much more powerful and it fucking killed me that I didn’t even know her real name. How could I keep her safe when she still held onto so many of her secrets?

  I forced that thought away as I looked down at the curvy body wrapped in my arms. Hopefully she would trust me with her secrets soon, so I could prove to her that I was man enough to handle them all and to keep her safe. No matter what the future threw at us.

  EPILOGUE

  Elita Sabella

  Seeing the call was from my man that I’d sent out into the field, I lifted the receiver to my ear.

  “You better be ringing with good news.”

  “I’ve located the target. Looks like he’s settled here in Bridgewater, Texas. I can also confirm he has a woman. She’s a nurse at the local hospital.”

  My lips stretched into a wide grin. “Excellent.”

  I glanced briefly at my toy in the corner. Seemed the traitor liked to pull medical people into his web. No matter. A woman of my standing, with the businesses I ran, could always use more people with medical training who wouldn’t ask questions. I grinned at my toy, who shuddered against his bonds. Of course, patching up my injured staff wasn’t the only thing I had them do. Or, rather, it wasn’t the only thing I had done to them.

  “What do you want me to do next?”

  I tapped one of my long, blood-red manicured nails against my desk. The large, heavy, oak piece of furniture that had been my father’s until he’d recently been taken down by a traitor, as I contemplated what to tell my man out in the field. “Keep observing for now. Get me all the information you can on his movements, and that of his little nurse. Then, when we’re ready to strike, I’ll have you grab her and bring her to me. Alive.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  I hung up the phone and placed it carefully on the desk as my thoughts ran wild. Finally I would get to deliver vengeance against the traitor who took my father from me. As soon as all the other elements I had planned out were ready to go, his house of cards was going to tumble and fall, and I’d be there to watch it all.

  A chain rattling from the corner of my office had me turning my attention that way. With another wide grin I stood from my desk, unbuttoning my jacket as I made my way over to my little toy. The high and mighty Dr. Maestro didn’t look so full of himself now. Not at all. Naked and shackled, he was here to please me in any way I wished as penance for helping that good-for-nothing traitor who’d killed my father, the great Antonio Sabella.

  “Hmm. I think a celebration is in order. What do you say, boy?”

  He whimpered as I ran my nail down the side of his face.

  “No words for your mistress? I’m almost saddened if we’ve broken you so quickly. Stand up.”

  He stood, and the way he held his head, his jaw clenched hard told me he was far from broken. Good. It was so much more fun to play with them before they became totally lost.

  I reached out and cupped his balls and soft cock, playing with them.

  “You going to get hard for me, boy? Or are we going to play with other parts of your body today?”

  He knew his only options. It was either fuck or be fucked. Either way would be entertaining for me. Watching this man who’d been so very full of his own self-importance getting fucked up the ass by one of my men was glorious to watch.

  With a grunt, he squeezed his eyes shut as he started to thicken in my hand. I gave his cock a hard tug and it continued to harden for me. Maybe I’d take him down the hall and invite my men along to join me in this celebration anyway. As I’d said, the news I’d just received was worth celebrating, and until I could get his new little nurse and take her from him, Dr. Maestro would have to do for my entertainment.

  Releasing his cock, I gave it a sharp slap before I pulled the key from my pocket and unlatched the chain from the wall.

  “Come with me, boy. We have a party to get to.”

  His whimper was music to my ears as I opened my office door and led him down the hall, calling out to my guards to follow as we passed by them.

  The future was looking up.

  *****************

  Want to know what happens next? Keep your eye out for Forging Blade, releasing February 2020 for the details of Blade and Veronica’s story.

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  Khloe Wren lives in rural South Australia with her husband, two daughters and an ever changing list of animals! She started writing seven years ago and has published over 25 books since then in the romantic suspense genre. She writes both paranormal and contemporary stories, including her best selling series Charon MC. Khloe enjoys writing outside of the box and she loves her heroes strong, and her heroines even stronger.

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  PROLOGUE

  “Danger, your presence is required,” Tank announced walking into the common room.

  “Too bad,” I replied, leaning over the table lining my ball up with the pocket. “I’m about to kick Bullet’s ass and take all his money.”

  “Not bloody likely,” Bullet scoffed finishing his beer.

  “Danger, Nanna called.”

  “The game is suspended. Sorry Bullet,” I said racking my pool cue.

  “What?! No! Play your damn shot. I’m finally going to beat you damnit. You can’t leave. I… I forbid it.”

  “Too bad.”

  “Sorry, B, but Nanna needs me,” I grinned walking backwards towards the door.

  “Wait, I didn’t hear you say it was the Nanna,” Bullet whined. “Aww man, I love the Nanna. Why can’t I go?”

  “’Cos you’re not pretty enough. If you’re lucky, I’ll bring you back a doggy bag,” I called letting the door slam behind me.

  “Like that’s going to happen,” Tank chuckled throwing his leg over his Harley Fatboy.

  “Right!” I laughed.

  I settled myself on my Harley Sportster Iron 883, sliding on my helmet. I started my bike, feeling the rumbling power of the engine vibrate through me. I revved the throttle three times before pulling out of the compound with Tank following close behind.

  Tank’s Nanna was part of a knitting and crocheting circle they called the KC Corner. They make blankets for the cancer ward, beanies for the NICU and toys for the kids ward at St Marks Hospital.

  They make the goodies and we deliver them.

  “Danger, Huni come give Nanna a hug,” Tank’s Nanna insisted holding her arms out to me.

  “Hi Nanna, how are you?” I asked wrapping my arms around her frail body, breathing in the faint smell of hairspray and lavender.

  “I’m doing well thanks Huni. Here, sit, sit. Nathanial my boy, come give me some love then get Danger a coffee. We have so much to talk about.”

  Betty, Tank’s Nanna, calls me by my road name but she refuses to use Tank’s. You came into this world as Nathanial, that’s what your mumma called you and I won’t be calling you anything else. Betty is a tiny woman but a force to be reckoned with; you’d have to be raising a grandson the size of Tank.

  After several cups of coffee and more homemade cakes than is recommended, Tank and I said goodbye to Nanna and the ladies. Our arms full of bags of knitted and crocheted goodies for the hospital and leftovers for the boys, one container marked – Bullet.

  “I am going to have to hit the gym hard,” Tank groaned rubbing his belly.

  “I just know I am going to have the biggest sugar high,” I laughed adding as many bags as I could to my bike, Tank doing the same.

  Tank and I rode to the hospital, slowly cruising through town. A shit-tone of work had been done between the Knights Fury and the town of Wolfpine. Fox, the president of Knights Fury before my dad took over, was a bastard. He treated women like property, his men like slaves and the town like playthings to be tortured.

  The police were powerless to stop him, the people of the town were terrified. Wolfpine had a reputation of crime, death and danger. Businesses were boarded up; houses wouldn’t sell.

  The town was dying - then Fox did.

  I wasn’t sad the day Fox died.

  No one was.

  I just wish I was the one who put a bullet in his head, but unfortunately, a stroke got him. It wasn’t even painful. It was pretty much instantaneous.

  With Fox dead, my dad, Boss was unanimously voted in as President.

  Boss spent the next three years repairing the damage caused by Fox. He weeded out all the Fox loyalists. Anyone who was ok with the shit he was willing to pull, got put down. There was no proving you could change, or that you weren’t really on ‘Team Fox.’ If you stood by, if you helped him in any way do the vile evil shit he did, you were just as guilty.

  Knights Fury under Fox’s rule was not an MC any of us could be proud of. Wolfpine is our home and if we wanted to continue living here, we needed to fix what we broke. Wolf, Tank and I prospected together. We were all legacies, following our fathers into Knights Fury. The three of us hated what the MC had become under Fox’s rule and swore to help Boss return Knights Fury to its former glory.

  It was a lot of hard work – it still is – but slowly things have gotten better.

  I love my town. The townspeople know if there’s a problem they can come to Knights Fury for help. That’s not to say we are a bunch of pussies – Knights Fury will rain holy hell down on anyone or anything looking to disturb the peace.

  Don’t fuck with Knights Fury or the people of Wolfpine and we’ll all get along.

  Tank and I pulled into the parking lot of St Marks hospital, backing into a free space.

  “It’s too nice of a day to be stuck inside,” Tank remarked lifting his face to the sun.

  “Let’s get this stuff inside and get back home, there’s a deckchair by the pool with my name on it,” I said removing my helmet, running a hand through my hair. “After I kick Bullet’s ass that is.”

  “When is that kid going to learn he is never going to beat you? Let’s face it, he is a shit pool player,” Tank laughed placing his helmet on the seat of his bike. “Hey, do you think Maggie would make us some of those little pastry things? We’ll need swimming snacks you know.”

  “The ones with the brie, bacon and cranberries?”

  “YES! Those things with the caramelised onion on top. Yum!” His face was almost orgasmic thinking about the little fluffy slices of heaven. I didn’t think I could eat another thing after visiting the Nanna’s, but Maggie's pastries are amazing.

  “I’m sure you can convince her if you make her a jug of your sangria.”

  “Sounds like a…. What was that?”

  A flash, like the sun glinting off glass caught my eye. I looked towards the roof of the four-story building across the street. There was a popping-zing noise.

  “DANGER!”

  I heard Tanks voice calling off in the distance.

  I felt the impact off his body.

  Then black.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Danger

  Four weeks ago, some asshole shot at me outside St Marks.

  Hospitals report gunshot wounds.

  Gunshot wounds are reported to the authorities.

  The local cops investigated and came up with nothing. Two shots fired. One at me,
one at Tank. I believe they were both meant for me.

  With the lack of evidence, no shell casings, no hair or fibre evidence, the whole fucking thing was written off as an industrial accident. A scaffolding collapsed at the hospital renovations, a piece of metal – shrapnel was what hit us; not a bullet.

  “Chief, you know this was not shrapnel,” I snarled pointing to the angry-looking scar through my eyebrow.

  “I know Danger, I know.” He was pacing the darkened garage owned by the club.

  It’s taken a helluva lot of work to repair the relationship with the cops, but we now have a productive working relationship with them. We help them with things the laws make hard to deal with, and they look the other way when needed. The Chief and I have an understanding; our relationship is kept quiet.

  “I want nothing more than to tell you who did this, so the matter can be dealt with quickly and quietly. That bastard shot you in broad daylight, at a damn hospital.”

  “I know Chief. I was there, remember?” I snapped.

  “Danger we can’t have people letting off shots in public places, someone could get hit.”

  “Someone was. Me, and so was Tank,” I reminded him.

  “I know and you damn well know what I mean. Someone innocent could get hurt,” The Chief hissed.

  “You think I don’t know that? I was at the fucking hospital when some dickhead decided to take a pot shot at me. I am more pissed than you know.”

  “That’s comforting,” he snarked.