Cherry
Copyright © 2018 by Sapphire Knight
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Editing by Mitzi Carroll
Format by Formatting Done Wright
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This book is fiction.
The guys are over the top Alphas.
My bikers are nuts.
This is not real.
Don’t steal my shit.
Read for enjoyment.
This is not your momma’s cookbook.
Easily offended people should not read this.
Don’t be a dick.
My husband - I love you more than words can express. Thank you for the support you’ve shown me. Some days you drive me crazy, other days I just want to kiss your face off. Who knew this would turn out to be our life, but in this journey, I wouldn’t want to spend it with anyone else. Thanks for falling for my brand of crazy. I love you, I’m thankful for you, I can’t say it enough.
My boys - You are my whole world. I love you both. This never changes, and you better not be reading these books until you’re thirty and tell yourself your momma did not write them! I can never express how grateful I am for your support. You are quick to tell me that my career makes you proud, that I make you proud. As far as mom wins go; that one takes the cake. I love you with every beat of my heart and I will forever.
My Beta Babes - This wouldn’t be possible without you. I can’t express my gratitude enough for each of you. Thank you so much!
Editor Mitzi Carroll – You’re one of the most dedicated, kindest people I’ve come across in this industry. Your hard work makes mine stand out, and I’m so grateful! Thank you for pouring tons of hours into my passion and being so wonderful to me. Thank you for your friendship and support.
Cover Designer Clarise Tan – I cannot thank you enough for the wonderful work you’ve done for me. Your support truly means so much. I can’t wait to see our future projects, you always blow me away. You are a creative genius!
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Table of Contents
Common MC Terms
Club Tree
Dedication
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2
3
4
5
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7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
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18
Epilogue
Thank You
Also by Sapphire
MC - Motorcycle Club
Ol’ Lady - Significant Other
Chapel - Where Church is Held
Clubhouse/ Compound – MC home base
Church - MC ‘Meeting’
Oath Keepers/Widow Makers hybrid charter:
Viking – President (Prez),
Heir to the Widow Makers MC, previous NOMAD
Odin – Vice President (VP), Vikings younger blood brother,
previous Widow Maker
Torch – Death Dealer (punisher/enforcer), previous Widow Maker,
grew up with Viking.
Saint and Sinner – Hell Raisers, previous NOMADS
Nightmare – Good friend to Viking and Exterminator,
club officer, previous NOMAD
Blaze – Vikings cousin and Princess’ security,
previous Widow Maker
Chaos – Close with the NOMADS, Ex NFL football player
Smokey – Treasurer, previous Widow Maker
Mercenary – Transfer from Chicago Charter
Frost – Prospect, Bronx’ blood brother
Karma – Prospect, twin to Rage
Rage – Prospect, twin to Karma
Scot – Deceased
Bronx – Deceased
NOMADS:
Exterminator
Ruger
Spider
Knuckle Buster
Magnum
Original Oath Keepers MC:
Ares - Prez
Cain – VP
2 Piece – Gun Runner - SAA
Twist – Unholy One
Spin – Treasurer
Snake – Previous President’s son
Capone – Deceased
Smiles – Deceased
Shooter – Deceased
Scratch – Deceased
To those who never believed in me.
Here’s a big fuck you!
Throw me to the wolves
and I’ll return leading the pack.
-Motivational Quotes
A growl leaves me as I find her at the bar surrounded by members of other clubs. Snatching the bitch up by her hair, I yank her off the barstool. Better me than Viking finding her in here amongst other men—alone. This woman has been a cross between a mother and older sister to me and I’m not about to let her fuck up her or my brother’s life.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” she screams furiously, ever the spitfire. She throws her arms wildly, hissing like a damn feral cat as I wrap a forearm around her waist and tote her ass far from the bar. I toss a nod in Nancy’s direction, grateful she had enough sense to send me a discreet text about my sister-in-law.
Fucking Princess, I swear.
“I’m saving your ass; that’s who the fuck I am.” With a grumble, I toss her into the trunk of her car. She’s going to kill me when she sobers up, but that’ll be Viking’s problem to deal with by then.
She was flirting far too openly, and if that gets back to my brother, he’ll be cutting off fucking heads as payback. I can’t have that in a club and area that he’s struggled so fiercely to help bring peace to.
The compound’s a short drive, just a few minutes of Princess’s muffled screaming insults and kicking to attempt to ignore and I’m pulling the car close to the main entrance. I hop out, slamming the car door in my wake. Holding my breath, I press the button under the trunk and it pops open easily. Princess launches herself at me like a rabid dog. Ducking off to the side, I catch her from behind before she drunkenly face-plants on the ground. Adjusting quickly, I shift her until her biceps are to her sides, locked securely in place by my massive arm wrapping around her again.
Oh, she’s pissed all right. This woman is livid and part of me can’t believe my nuts were big enough to make her ride in the trunk. One day we’ll look back on this and laugh, if she doesn’t gouge my eyes out in retribution anyhow.
“I don’t care if you’re ten feet taller than me!” she screeches. “I will always be bigger damn it, and I’m going to kick your ass, kid!”
With a snort, I mumble, “All right tiger, rein it the fuck in. You caused enough of a scene back at the bar. Rein it the fuck in before the brothers see you in such a goddamn mess.”
She yells random threats as I continue to tote her ass through the club. My steps don’t falter as I storm through the bar—the brothers bearing witness to the shitshow unfolding right in front of them. I can’t believe this bitch has put me in this position. She’s the most respected female on this fucking compound and she pulls this shit. Hesitating at the office door, I take half a step backward then launch a kick powerful enough that the door flies open, banging into the wall.
Viking jumps from behind his desk, shocked, grabbing his twelve-inch hunting knife. “The fuck?” he shouts when he locks gazes with me.
It’s too late, though; the fighting female in my hold has gone limp, gut wrenching sobs ripping from her chest, and I see what she does. My brother’s pants are down his thighs, a club whore on her knees and then the world shifts for me. My mission changes.
Gently tossing Princess on the couch, I head for Viking, fury in my gaze. He tosses the blade to the side just before my fist rains down on him. The knuckles on my hand slam into his right eye, my other fist hitting low, crushing into his ribs.
“Oof,” he grunts and shoves me away hard enough that I begin to stumble.
It doesn’t sway me, however, and I charge him, my shoulder low, driving into his gut. He slams into the wall hard, the impact jostling him. Rising, I let loose a roar so loud it echoes throughout the office mimicking thunder. My fists fly upward then pound down on him in untamed fury. I want to beat the motherfucker until he can no longer stand. He doesn’t deserve this family.
I’m not alone in my anger; if Princess were sober, she’d be peeling the bitch’s skin from her face right now. She’s too broken, however, and her whimpers drive me on to inflict pain on the one person I’ve always admired the most. He’s been my strength and hope growing up. Now he’s ruining his life.
Mercenary and Nightmare storm into the office with a shout, but I’m too far gone to pay any attention to what they’re yelling. I want to hurt Viking like he’s hurting Princess. Payback is a motherfucker to anyone who causes her pain. It’s been my job since I was sixteen years old to protect her, and I always will—with my own life, if necessary.
The guys work to come between us, as they’re the two biggest motherfuckers in the club besides Vike and me. Torch jumps in moments later to help as I’m not fucking moving. Chaos is next, the four finally separating us as Blaze rushes in. “What the hell is going on?” he asks, his panicked gaze shooting between all of us and then landing on Princess. Eventually, he sees the whore on the floor, and it clicks in place.
I’m close enough to grab my brother’s cut, and I do the one thing that will hit home for him. I rip the president patch from his vest. “You don’t deserve this family,” I declare coldly with a glower.
Coldness takes over my brother’s features as his mask comes on, and he decides to fight back. It’s no use. I’m nearly the same size as him, and there are more of us. “Get away from my bitch,” Viking thunders, and then it’s Blaze coldcocking him. He hits hard enough to knock Vike’s ass out.
The brothers stare at me with wide eyes. They’ve seen everything, but no doubt this was the last thing they were expecting. Hell, it was the last for me too. I’m fucking ripped in two over this shit. It’s club law not to stop brothers fighting, but they must’ve seen it in me that I was out to hurt the motherfucker.
Exhaling, Blaze moves to draw Princess into his arms, holding her closely. She’s precious to all of us. We’ve dealt with her attitude and bossy ass, but we’ve also been on the receiving end of the care and compassion she shows every single one of us. She’s been a big piece in making this place our home.
Chaos and Mercenary release me as Nightmare finally asks, “What do you want us to do with the Prez?” I know he’s torn as well. That’s his best friend he just watched get knocked out. He can read between the lines, though; he knows what’s going down.
The brothers all wait for my order. I’m the VP, after all. The youngest vice president in club history and now I’m holding the president patch in my palm. I love my brother, but this path he’s headed down must be stopped. If that makes me into the bad guy, then so be it. I’ll do what I must for my family. “I don’t care if you leave him in a fucking parking lot somewhere but get him out of here. And grab some shit for Princess from their house.”
They nod without question. I turn to Blaze. “Set her up in a clean room. I want her here, so she has us to lean on. I don’t want him showing up and bullying her into submitting to him. What he’s putting her through is fucking bullshit.”
I’m such a goddamn hypocrite. I’ve never only been with one woman at a time, but then I’ve never married one either. Viking and Princess are what each of us hardened bunch of assholes strive to be, but I guess this shows that all relationships have problems. I get that, but I refuse for the club to see this shit. It’s the least Princess deserves after everything she’s sacrificed to live this life.
With a huff, I glare at the club slut. “Get your shit and get the fuck out of this club.” She should know better. Princess has earned every damn ounce of respect we give her. Club sluts fucking with her either get turned out by Princess herself or by the brothers. P is the queen bitch when it comes to the Oath Keepers.
With a shaky nod, she scurries like the home wrecking whore she is, and I turn to Chaos. “I could use a gallon of moonshine right about now.”
“Come on, kid.” He slaps his hand on my shoulder, the older man offering his support. “I think we can all use some ‘shine after that shit went down.”
I need time to think, time to sort this out before my brother comes to and decides he wants his club and wife back. He’ll be furious, and I’ll need a plan, so he doesn’t kill me in the process.
Princess has been holed up in the room Blaze put her in for two days and hasn’t left or eaten a thing. I’ve attempted to give her space, but the brothers are beginning to express their worry. I can’t blame them, as I am concerned for her and Viking both. If I know my brother, he’s licking his wounds at home, drinking every ounce of liquor available to him.
Knocking gently on the door, I wait. After a beat of silence, I call through. “It’s me. I’m coming in.” Pausing, there’s still no reply so I take it as her compliance.
With a twist of the knob, I’m greeted with her bright blonde hair in all directions, the down comforter cocooning her like she’s two days in with the flu. “You’re not eating,” I state and the covers shift. No doubt it was her shrugging. I know this woman as if she’s my own sister and she’s always been full of attitude. “Everyone’s noticed that you’re withering away, and shits gotta be serious if a bunch of men are picking up on it. You wanna let me in on what th
e fuck’s goin’ on?”
She blows out a breath and finally sits up. Still wrapped in the blanket, her puffy face and glossy gaze finds mine. It wordlessly pleads with me not to make her talk about it, but that’s not what this is. Things don’t work that way with me; I’ll let you stew a whole minute but eventually you better move on or speak the fuck up. “Not really,” she admits, her voice cracking from not speaking and crying too damn much. This is so unlike Princess it has us all fucked in the head. The bitch is nuts with a poker face like her pops and a set of lady balls that if she were a man, she’d be the baddest motherfucker around.
“Spill it.”
She inhales a deep breath, tears already spilling over her cheeks as she confesses, “I had a miscarriage.”
My brows jump, shocked at hearing about this. “Did this just happen?”
She shakes her head. “A few months ago.”
My sight becomes glazed, thinking of the lost nephew or niece that no doubt would’ve been just like my brother and me but without the baggage. It hurts, that’s for sure and I can only imagine what she must be feeling. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry, P.” I mutter the useless words and she nods.
Her lips tremble. “He thinks it’s his fault.”
“What?” I instantly ask with a near whisper.
“Viking.” She sucks in another shaky breath, exhaling before continuing. “He’s rough with me,” she says, and I cut her off with a growl.
“He hurt you?”
Her eyes widen slightly. “Oh no, that’s not what I meant. He’s rough with me, but that’s how it’s always been. I love that about him,” she clarifies, and I nod, her meaning clicking into place. I’ve seen the two of them, we all have. It’s like a tornado between her and my brother when they fight or fuck. “But he thinks he hurt me and that it’s his fault I lost the baby.”
“Idiot,” I breathe. “Why didn’t he tell me? Why didn’t you tell any of us?” My brother can be a damn dumbass sometimes. He should’ve told us about this.
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