Bohdi: King's Descendants MC #6

by Bella Jewel

  BOHDI

  BELLA JEWEL 2020

  Also by Bella Jewel

  Iron Fury MC

  Darkest Hour

  Sassy Little Thing

  Our Final Tale

  Whiskey Burning

  Hushed Torment

  Me, please.

  Jokers' Wrath MC

  Melancholy

  Anguish

  Desolation

  Precarious

  Jokers' Wrath Boxed Set

  Bestie

  Valiant

  King's Descendants MC

  Bohdi

  MC Sinners

  Hell's Knights

  MC Sinners Next Generation

  Manacle

  Drifter

  Rumblin' Knights

  Knights Rising

  Knights Fury

  Knights Burden

  The MC Sinners Series

  Knights' Sinner

  Heaven's Sinners

  Standalone

  Number Thirteen

  Wingman (Woman)

  'Til Death

  'Til Death Pt 2

  'Til Death Boxed Set

  Flawed Heart

  Flawed Love

  How To Fall In Love

  Pandemonium

  Fleeting Moments

  Amore - Boxed Set

  Wild Child

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Also By Bella Jewel

  DEDICATION

  ~*BOHDI*~

  BOHDI | Copyright © 2020 Bella Jewel

  ~*ACKNOWLEDGMENTS*~

  PROLOGUE | BOHDI – SIX YEARS EARLIER

  1 | NOW – MERLEIGH

  2 | THEN – BOHDI | 17 YEARS OLD

  3 | NOW – MERLEIGH

  4 | THEN – BOHDI | 17 YEARS OLD

  5 | NOW – MERLEIGH

  6 | THEN – BOHDI | 18 YEARS OLD

  7 | NOW – MERLEIGH

  8 | THEN – BOHDI | 19 YEARS OLD

  9 | NOW – MERLEIGH

  10 | THEN - BOHDI

  ONE MONTH LATER

  11 | NOW – MERLEIGH

  12 | THEN – BOHDI | 23 YEARS OLD

  13 | NOW – MERLEIGH

  14 | THEN – BOHDI | TWENTY-FIVE YEARS OLD

  15 | NOW – MERLEIGH

  16 | THEN – BOHDI

  17 | NOW – MERLEIGH

  18 | THEN – BOHDI

  19 | NOW – MERLEIGH

  NOW – BOHDI

  20 | NOW – MERLEIGH

  21 | NOW – BOHDI

  NOW – MERLEIGH

  22 | NOW – BOHDI

  MERLEIGH

  23 | NOW – MERLEIGH

  NOW – BOHDI

  24 | NOW – MERLEIGH

  BOHDI

  25 | NOW – MERLEIGH

  SIX MONTHS LATER | MERLEIGH

  THE END

  BIKER SCHMIKER – FEBURARY 2021

  Also By Bella Jewel

  DEDICATION

  To Lance

  For believing in me and kicking my ass to keep writing even when I didn’t want to.

  For always making me laugh, even if I occasionally snort.

  For loving me harder than I’ve ever been loved.

  For being the best damn thing to ever happen to me.

  This is for you.

  It’s always for you.

  ~*BOHDI*~

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  BOHDI

  Copyright © 2020 Bella Jewel

  BOHDI is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events portrayed in this book either are from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, establishments, events, or location is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

  ~*ACKNOWLEDGMENTS*~

  As always, my heartfelt thanks to every single blogger, reader and author that has supported my journey. From reading my books, to sharing them, to raving about them, to being there for me. Thank you. My career would be nothing without any of you.

  A huge thanks to the gorgeous ladies from Give Me Books for organizing my reveals and blitzes. You all do such an amazing job. No matter how many times I use you, I am always blown away by how efficient you are. Nothing is ever a drama. Thank you for giving me so much support.

  A massive thanks to Ben Ellis from Tall Story Designs for this gorgeous cover. You’re the easiest, most efficient person I’ve ever worked with. You make my covers absolutely gorgeous every single time. I couldn’t do it without you.

  To my favorite editor Wendi from Ready, set, edit, for always coming through for me on my edits, whenever I need them. You’re amazing and I’m so thankful to you. You’re super easy to work with and so nice. I’m glad to team up with you for these things.

  And of course, to my admin, MJ, for ALWAYS keeping my page running beautifully. I couldn’t do it without you, girly. I love your teasers and your passion; thank you for taking the time out of your life to help this poor girl keep everything running.

  And, last but certainly not least, to my loyal readers. To each and every one of you that picks up my books and give me a chance. To the reviews you write, good or bad. To the time you take to make me a better person. You make this real for me; never stop giving such love and passion. You make our journey so amazing.

  PROLOGUE

  BOHDI – SIX YEARS EARLIER

  CRAZY EYES.

  You know the ones.

  The empty, soulless fucking eyes of a person who has nothing left inside. Nothing but a bottomless pit of insanity and desperation. Their eyes lose the sparkle, the very thing that makes them who they are. In their place, you’ll find nothing more than bitterness.

  That’s what I see when I look at her.

  The woman standing in front of me, waving her hands around in the dead of the night, screaming at me. She’s desperate, far gone off the edge of insanity. She’s broken and pathetic. Unfixable. Now she wants to take me down with her.

  The problem with that is I probably wouldn’t mind.

  If I too could escape the tight grasps of my life, I’d be forever free.

  You see, I have the same empty eyes.

  The same broken soul.

  “You’re staring straight though me, Bohdi. You’re acting like I don’t exist. Will you look at me?”

  The screeching voice of my sister-in-law, Sherry, rips through the still night and pierces right into my soul.

  “I’m not sure what you want me to say, Sherry. You called me out here in the dead of the night to feed me the same story you’ve been giving me for the last year. I don’t believe it. There is no proof of it. I have little time to be around such lies.”

  “I have proof!” she wails, throwing her hands up. “Your son doesn’t belong to you, and I have proof.”

  “Where?” I say, crossing my arms, trying to calm my racing heart. “Where is this proof?”

  “It’s in my car. I did a secret DNA test. I was right. They’ve been having an affair, your wife and my husband, and the son you think is yours ... isn’t.”

  “Show me.”

  She mo
ves to her car, and I stare over the edge of the cliff. We’re at a local lookout; the sheer cliff looks over a raging waterfall that connects to some local rapids people often go rafting on. It’s infamous in the area, and people come from far and wide to come to this lookout, staring down at the waterfall as it hammers over some of the deadliest rapids you’ve ever seen.

  I personally have no interest in throwing myself anywhere near water that heavy.

  Sherry returns a minute later and hands me a piece of paper. I step in front of her car, which has its headlights on, so I can read the writing. She has called me out here at midnight, after calling so many times I had no choice but to come. She’s been nothing but a burden in my life since I met and married my wife, Isla. She’s the disappointment of the family, forever causing drama and bringing chaos into their worlds.

  So, it’s safe to say, I had little interest in believing her when she told me Isla and her husband, Daniel, were having an affair and that my son wasn’t mine.

  Considering he looks a great deal like me, I find that hard to believe.

  I stare at the paper, with my son’s name beside Daniel’s. I look at the writing and then the percentage score. My heart plummets into my stomach as the number 99.99999998% stares back at me. Sherry was right. My son doesn’t belong to me. Instead, he belongs to my friend and brother-in-law, Daniel.

  My world begins to crumble beneath me as I stare at the words over and over again. Sherry’s sobbing beside me blurs with the sounds of the raging waterfall, and I can hear nothing but my pounding heart. I read it over and over again, as if that will change anything. As if that will make this fucking nightmare disappear.

  “I told you I wasn’t lying. I told you!”

  Sherry cries this over and over again, her voice shrill.

  She’s lost it.

  Hell, she’s a fucking wreck. She’s crying and sobbing and pacing around. She isn’t handling this information well at all.

  Can’t say I blame her.

  Because of Isla, I’ve changed my entire world. I have given her absolutely everything there is to give.

  I’ve lived in fucking misery with no way out.

  In the darkest of pits, drowning in myself.

  All for nothing.

  “What about Taj?” I ask, referring to the newborn baby my wife just fucking had two weeks ago. The baby, and the only other reason I have hung on for so long.

  “I don’t know, I haven’t been able to get close enough to Taj to find out,” Sherry cries.

  “Stop your crying, Sherry. It won’t fix anything.”

  “It won’t fix anything?” she screams, throwing her hands up. “My sister is fucking my husband. They have kids together. I couldn’t fucking have kids. Do you understand that? Do you even begin to understand the pain I’m feeling right now?”

  I understand it.

  I understand pain better than the fucking best of them.

  This is only an extra in the pit of pain I carry around in my soul daily.

  This is just the icing on the fucking cake.

  “Screamin’ ain’t going to fix it, Sherry. It’s not going to change it.”

  “He doesn’t love me,” she wails. “He never loved me. He wants her because she’s so pretty and I’m just fat and ugly. I can’t give him kids. I can’t give him anything. I’m useless. He’ll leave me, and I won’t be able to support myself.”

  Being an alcoholic who has relied on the system and your husband for years will do that to you.

  “You’ll move on. You’ll clean yourself up, get a job, and forget about this.”

  She makes a loud, screeching sound. “Forget about it? I love him.”

  “You fuckin’ love that he gives you the life you don’t have to fuckin’ work for.”

  “How dare you!” she wails. “No wonder she was sleeping with him. You’re a cold-hearted monster.”

  I stare at her, expression blank.

  I just found out my son, Sunny, isn’t mine. That my other son, Taj, is possibly not mine, and my wife is a cheating fucking liar. I’m not entirely sure what Sherry expects from me right now but, in this very moment, I can’t feel a fucking thing. Not a fucking thing.

  “What exactly did you call me here for, other than to ruin my fuckin’ life?” I mutter, crossing my arms.

  She stares at me, horrified. “Your life? Your life? What about mine?”

  “Once again, you’re making it about you. What do you want me to do, Sherry?”

  “I want to take them down. I want what I deserve. I want my house and my car and I want him gone. I want them both gone.”

  “That’s not going to happen,” I say, my voice monotone.

  “So you’re going to let her get away with it? What’s wrong with you?”

  “Nothin’ is wrong with me, but you’re using my situation to get what you want out of Daniel. You’re as fuckin’ messed up as they are. I will sort my life out, I don’t need you to do it for me.”

  “You’re horrible!” she screams. “I don’t know why I told you. I don’t even know why I’m here. I should just jump off this cliff right now and put you all out of your misery.”

  God, she’s fucking dramatic.

  She always has been, and she always will be.

  I do feel sorry for her, in a sense. Not heavily, though. She is lazy, she doesn’t work, and she sits on her ass all day causing drama and drinking herself stupid. She wants me to fight her battle for her, but I have my own fucking battle to go home to.

  “Why do you have to be so fuckin’ dramatic?” I shake my head, frustrated.

  “I’m not!” she screams. “You think I won’t do it? Fuck you, Bohdi. I can’t live like this anymore.”

  She charges toward the edge of the lookout and climbs under the rails. Fuck me. This bitch is crazy enough to do this for attention. With a frustrated growl, I follow her. She stands on the edge of the cliff, screaming and crying, tugging at her hair.

  “Come back here,” I growl, stepping closer to her. “Stop playing games.”

  “You all think I’m crazy, that I won’t do it? What do I have to live for?”

  “You get your shit together, you get yourself a life, you got plenty to live for. Now step back here, or I’m going to pull you back.”

  She glances at me, and the emptiness in her eyes has me suddenly realizing she might actually consider jumping. I’m sure deep down it isn’t what she wants but, right now, she’s so emotional, she is unlikely to be thinking correctly. I step forward and reach for her arm, curling my fingers around it. She tries to jerk it away, screaming and thrashing her head from side to side.

  “Let me go, Bohdi. Let me go so I can die. None of you will care. Nobody cares.”

  “We fuckin’ care,” I say, through gritted teeth, trying not to lose my footing as she tugs her arm, trying to free it from my grips. She’s standing right on the edge of a fucking deadly cliff, and there is no way in fuck I’m going down with her if she falls. I need to pull her back. “Now get back before you fall. You don’t want to die.”

  “I do, I do want to die. He’s going to leave me.”

  “You’ll move on.”

  I tug her, trying to pull her back without getting too close to the edge. She screams and wails, tugging her arm so hard to try and free it that she loses her footing. She spins slowly as her foot slips and, in that second, in that split second, I know I have a choice. If I don’t let her go, I’m going down with her. My boots skid across the dirt as her weight begins to fall, pulling me. At this angle, there is simply no way I’ll be able to stop her falling and pull her back.

  My option is to go with her.

  Or let her go.

  Her eyes meet mine, and her screams fill the night air.

  I release her.

  She tumbles off the side of the cliff, her screeches forever burning themselves into my brain. I roar with rage as, slowly, the sounds disappear. Soon, the only thing left to hear is the raging waterfall.

  I stare in
to the darkness, my body shaking.

  There is no way in the world she would have lived through that, the rocks alone would have killed her and if they didn’t, the impact would.

  Once again, I’m left with a choice.

  Call the police, tell them what happened, and live with the consequences.

  Or ...

  Maybe ...

  Just fucking maybe ...

  I can let them think I went over with her.

  With a quick search, police will think I met her here, we discovered the grizzly truth and couldn’t handle it. God knows they know my name well, they know about my past, and they know how fucking broken I am.

  It’s a believable story.

  My chance to set myself free.

  To start my life again.

  To let everyone think I’m gone.

  Dead.

  Disappeared.

  I stare over the edge of the dark cliff.

  Then I turn and walk away.

  Tonight, two lives were taken.

  Tonight, I died on this cliff.

  Tonight, I was reborn a new man.

  A free man.

  1

  NOW – MERLEIGH

  “Merleigh?”

  The sounds of their voices calling me fill my ears and only makes my head that much foggier.

  I press my back against the wall, not wanting them to find me. I don’t want them to see my face, the pain in my eyes, the broken pieces spewing forth. If they see that, then they’ll know just how much he meant to me. They’ll understand just how much this hurts, and I can’t have that. I can’t let them know.

  I want to be alone.

  In my own thoughts.

  Lost in my own pain.

  I push off the wall and make my way around the front of the clubhouse lot. I slip out the front gates and start walking down the road. I wish I knew where I was going. I don’t. I just know I can’t be there a single second longer. I can’t see the woman who is married to the man I’ve fallen in love with. I can’t look into his children’s eyes and know that they need him more than I do.