No Mercy

by Tory Richards

  No Mercy

  By

  Tory Richards

  Copyright © 2016 Tory Richards

  All Rights Reserved.

  Published by Tory Richards

  Tory Richards: http://www.toryrichards.com

  Email: toryrichards60@gmail.com

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  Cover artist: Ramona Lockwood

  Editor: Alisha Corsi

  ‘Author’s note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction, with regard to sexual activity, are 18 years of age or older.’

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  New author to me Glad I took a chance on this book. Will be reading more from this author…R.C.

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  Chapter 1

  Rock

  “I found her, brother.”

  I locked eyes with Fox, the club’s computer nerd and security expert, as he pulled back one of the chairs and sat down at the table, wearing a satisfied smirk on his ugly face. He knew I wouldn’t ask him what he meant. Christ, I already knew what he meant, and I’d been waiting a fucking long time to hear him say those words. Too many wasted years of being denied my son.

  My blood.

  Fox reached for the bottle of whisky and poured himself a shot, content to draw the moment out. I wanted to reach across the table and grab him by the throat and shake the information out of him. I glanced at our president, Hawk, who shrugged. He knew that I’d asked Fox to find Allie.

  “Spit it out, asshole,” I snapped once Fox had swallowed his shot. I had a short fuse, and my brothers knew that. I was about to explode with impatience.

  “I can’t believe you let something that hot get away from you.”

  I growled a warning beneath my breath, because he wasn’t telling me anything that I didn’t already know. Allie had been hot as hell at eighteen, and once I’d found out that she was legal I hadn’t been able to keep my fucking hands off her. Her innocence had turned me the fuck on, and at the time all that had mattered was being her first man. I’d know that it made me a bastard, but her sighs and little whimpers when I’d claimed her for the first time still echoed in my ears.

  We hadn’t had much time together, but it had been enough for me to know that I’d wanted to claim her as my woman. But then she’d gotten pregnant, a little too soon, a little too easy, and I hadn’t dealt with the news very well. I’d said some shitty, hurtful things to her, and then let her walk away.

  “Just get to it,” Hawk finally spoke up impatiently. If anyone knew that I was about to lose my shit, he did.

  Fox set his glass down. “She’s in Florida, living in some little town called Cedar Key.”

  “Fuck, way the hell down there?” Hawk grumbled, frowning.

  Fox nodded. “Yeah. She’s moved a couple of times over the years before settling.”

  “What else?” I demanded from Fox. I knew he had more because he was good at what he did, always thorough.

  “She’s waitressing at a restaurant on the pier, lives within walking distance. The kid attends private school.”

  I leaned back in my chair, digesting the information that Allie was living a nice, quiet life in some seaside town, and that my kid was in private school. I’d never known any waitresses that made the kind of money they’d need to send their kids to private school, unless... “Is she with anyone?” God help him if she were. God help them both.

  When Fox looked away that told me all I needed to know. “Sorry, brother.”

  “Serious?” Hawk wanted to know. He crossed his massive arms and sat back in his chair. He wanted me to find Allie and my kid as much as I did.

  Fox shrugged. “They’re not living together, but they go out.”

  “The kid?” Christ, I didn’t even know if I had a son or a daughter.

  Fox smiled. “Congratulations, brother, you have a boy.”

  Fuck, I had a son. I slammed my hand down on the table, rattling the half empty bottle of whisky and glasses and gaining the attention of some of my brothers in the room. Marnie, the sweetbutt working behind the bar, must have thought that I was trying to gain her attention for service and hurried over.

  She was always so eager to please, especially when it came to me. “Sorry, honey. What do you need?” She ran her hand over my shoulders as if sensing my turmoil and trying to soothe me.

  I didn’t even look at her, but I could tell that Hawk made a motion for her to go away. Her resigned sigh trailed behind her.

  My mind drifted back to Allie and the last time I’d seen her, the fight we’d had, the words that had destroyed what we’d had together. I had done that, that was on me. By the time I’d gone back to try and make things right, she’d already up and gone, leaving me nothing but a fucking note asking me not to look for her. Telling me that it was over.

  I’d lost my shit at the time, angry at her for giving up so soon. Angry at myself for letting too much time go by before I’d sought her out. She’d asked me to leave her alone and for a while I’d tried to do that. I’d turned to booze and women to assuage the anger of betrayal and the need to prove to myself that it didn’t matter, that she hadn’t mattered. There was always pussy to satisfy my dick. I was the VP of Phantom Riders and had my pick of the best. But none of them had completely satisfied the monster raging inside me who could only be tamed by one, sweet, annoying-as-hell little woman.

  Allie had fucking ruined me for other women. I fucked them for a temporary fix, but her pussy was the one my dick wanted. Well, too fucking bad. My one and only priority now was to get my son. She’d already had him to herself for six years, had been with him when he got his first tooth, took his first step, said his first word. Christ, just thinking about all that I’d missed made my blood boil.

  “Printed this out.”

  I took the picture from Fox and glanced down at it. I knew that I was looking at a picture of Allie. Same beautiful face. Same sky-blue blue eyes. Same full fuckable lips. She’d dyed her hair jet black--it used to be blond--and it was shining like silk down her back. Most of her long, shapely legs were exposed in the white shorts she was wearing, her full tits outlined in her halter-style top. She didn’t appear any older than she’d been the last time I’d seen her.

  She was still fucking beautiful.

  “What are you gonna do, brother?” Hawk wanted to know.

  I didn’t even have to think it over. “I’m going to Cedar Key.” The look in his eyes said that he’d do the same thing in my situation. “Going after my son.”

  “What about Allie?” he asked. He reached forward f
or his beer. “You gonna bring her back, too?”

  I took a deep breath, wondering about that myself. Thinking about her fired me up. I wasn’t even sure if I could be around her without hurting her. “Haven’t thought that far,” I told him.

  “Bring her back.” Fox got to his feet. “If you don’t claim her ass, I will,” he joked.

  I sneered at his backside, reaching for the whisky bottle. He’d have a hell of a hard time explaining that to his wife.

  “Don’t do it, brother,” Hawk grinned. “Waste of good whisky.” I picked up the bottle anyway and poured some of the amber liquid into my glass. “You need to take backup with you.”

  “No, no backup.” I swallowed back the whisky, enjoying the raw burn it left behind. Fuel for what I had to do.

  “Non-negotiable.”

  We glared at each other for a few minutes, neither giving in. I knew that Hawk would fight me on this. None of us went anywhere without backup, it just wasn’t safe, and with me going all the way to fucking Florida I’d be riding on roads belonging to other MCs. It couldn’t be helped. There were a lot of us out there. Even though life had been peaceful for the club in the last couple of years, it could change in a minute. One member of an MC riding through the territory of another MC was grounds for war.

  “You’re my VP, brother. That alone puts a mark on your back. Take Big John and BK with you. Try to stick to the highways as much as possible.”

  “Daddy!”

  A tiny squeal drew both of our attention toward the door. Hawk’s little girl, Isabella, was running toward us, her arms outstretched. Audra followed close behind with a squirming one-year-old in her arms. It was obvious that Nate wanted to get down and join his older sister.

  “Hi, Peanut,” Hawk said in a tone that was reserved only for his children. He scooped her up into his arms and settled her onto his knee. “So how did everything go at the doctor’s?” He smiled up at his slightly red-faced wife.

  “Okay. Both are healthy.” She bent down and they kissed briefly, and then Audra pulled back and looked at me. “Hi, Rock.”

  “Hi, honey.”

  “Is something going on?” she asked, looking back and forth between us. She finally lowered the wiggling Nate onto Hawk’s other knee.

  “No. Just talking about Rock’s trip to Florida.”

  “Florida!” Audra said with surprise. “That’s a long way from here. What’s in Florida?” Hawk and I exchanged glances. “Never mind,” she spoke with resignation. “Club business.”

  “Not really, honey. I’m going to get my son.” She stared at me, dumbfounded. “Yeah, even bastards like me can procreate,” I joked.

  She laughed. “I didn’t mean to look at you like that. It’s just that I can’t picture you as a family man. How old is he?”

  “Six.”

  “Oh, a little guy.” She gave Hawk a wink. “We’ll soon have this club filled up with little Phantom Riders!”

  Audra and Hawk were well on their way with baby number three due in six months. I was happy for them, I really was. Hawk deserved to be happy, and though I’d had issues with Audra in the beginning, she’d turned out to be good for him. I’d never seen him this content.

  Fuck. His life wasn’t for me. I’d never had any illusions about what I deserved. I’d made my bed years ago, and I would die in it, alone. Maybe I didn’t deserve to have my son, but I was a mean bastard, and Allie was going to find out just how mean the next time I laid eyes on her.

  She wasn’t without blame.

  Chapter 2

  Allie

  It was October and the Seafood Festival was right around the corner. Hotels were booked up, the overflow filling up the vacant rooms in homes where folks made extra money renting them out. I had a spare bedroom in my little cottage and had considered renting it out, too, but with having a small child and being alone, I’d had second thoughts.

  The Seafood Festival was a popular event in Cedar Key. For the two days that it went on it brought in a lot of revenue for vendors of all types. Folks just didn’t go there to gorge themselves on fresh seafood, they also spent money at the craft booths and quaint little shops in the area. Plus, homeowners took advantage of the influx of people by setting up garage sales. It was a win-win for everyone.

  I earned extra income from the generous tips that tourists left, so much so that I was able to squirrel some aside for a rainy day. The locals weren’t as generous, because they frequented the area restaurants more for socializing than for the fabulous food that was offered. I made okay money as a waitress at the Cedar Key Krab Shack, a fairly new restaurant on the beach, and that’s all that mattered to me. My priority was providing a decent living for me and my son.

  Having Sam was my one constant joy in life. He was the light that made everything worth living for. He was full of life, adventurous, smart, always smiling, his little eyes always twinkling with mischief and wonder. He had blue eyes like me and his dad, and the same messy, dark hair. There were times when his expressions mirrored Rock’s so much that I felt a pain in my heart, and then loneliness for him would follow. Even after all these years, I still wished that things had worked out differently between us. He should have been part of his son’s life.

  “Where are you, girl?” I blinked, pulling myself back to the present. Jenny’s face was close to mine, a curious smile on her pretty face. “You look like you’re a hundred miles away.”

  “More like a thousand,” I responded, returning her smile.

  “Table five asked for you,” she went on to say. “I think they’re ready to leave.”

  Thank, God, I couldn’t help thinking. Finally! It was the end of my shift and I was exhausted. I’d pulled a double, something I didn’t mind doing once in a while because it meant more money. The family at table five had shown up hours ago for a party. The eight women had been loud, demanding, and yet friendly as they celebrated their grandmother’s eightieth birthday. Being my last table of the night, I couldn’t say that I’d be sorry to see them leave. My feet were killing me!

  With a smile plastered on my face I approached their table. “Is there anything else I can get anyone?” The automatic question slipped out before I could think about what I was doing.

  Everyone made eye contact with the woman sitting next to grandma before she looked up at me and said, “No, thank you, I think we’re all done. Could we get the check?”

  “Sure.”

  “Oh, and a couple of take home boxes,” the woman added as I swung around to leave.

  “You got it,” I said, smiling back at them, excited that my shift would soon be over.

  I rolled my eyes at Jenny as I strolled toward the cash register. She scooted to the side so I could tally up their check.

  I could feel her looking over my shoulder. “Ohmygod!” she whispered close to my ear. “That’s gonna be a huge tip for you.”

  “If they tip,” I responded, knowing that it was always a possibility that they wouldn’t. All of us at one time or another had gotten stiffed by a big table. Once they put their eyes back into their heads after seeing the enormous amount they’d run up, there was usually nothing left for a tip, or they felt that they’d already spent enough on food and drinks. Unless they had waitressing experience they had no clue that we didn’t even make minimum wage.

  “They’re women, they’ll tip good.” I gave Jenny a smile. She was right, women did seem to get it more than a lot of men. “You should get at least forty dollars.”

  I hoped so, that could go toward Christmas gifts for Sam. I finished the tally, grabbed three boxes and three bags, and headed back to the table. “Who gets the bad news?” I joked, setting the boxes and bags down and holding the check close to my chest.

  “I do.” The same woman who’d asked for the check held out her hand.

  I handed it to her before addressing the whole table. “I hope ya’ll had a great time tonight and will come back to see us.”

  “Oh, we’ll be here for the Seafood Festival,” o
ne woman said. “We come every year.”

  “Kind of knock out two birds with one stone,” another added, gaining a laugh from the others.

  “Grandma loves Cedar Key, she’d been coming here with grandpa for fifty years until he passed away. So we decided to pick up where he left off by bringing her here for her birthday and the festival.”

  “I see,” I smiled, turning my attention to the elderly woman sitting at the end of the table close to me. “You’re a lucky woman to have such a thoughtful family.”

  “I am, dear.” Her voice cracked with age, her smile revealing her happiness. “God has blessed me.” Her eyes were crystal clear and as blue as the waters off the Bahamas. I couldn’t help but wonder about all the wonders she’d witnessed over her lifetime.