by L. Wilder
Satan’s Fury MC
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Smokey: Satan’s Fury #5
Big: Satan’s Fury #6
Two Bit: Satan’s Fury #7
Diesel: Satan’s Fury #8
Damaged Goods: The Redemption Series #1
Copyright © 2015-2018 L Wilder
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Table of Contents
Smokey: Satan’s Fury Book 5
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Epilogue
Big: Satan’s Fury Book 6
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Epilogue
Two Bit: Satan’s Fury Book 7
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Epilogue
Diesel: Satan’s Fury Book 8
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
Damaged Goods: The Redemption Series Book 1 (First Chapter)
Prologue
Chapter 1
Smokey: Satan’s Fury #5
Satan’s Fury MC
L Wilder
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Dedication
To Lou
for always finding a way to make me smile.
Love you to the moon and back.
Prologue
Smokey,
I never expected this. You caught me by surprise. You stole my heart and made me feel things I never thought I could feel. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. No one. There were days when I would look at you and think it couldn’t be possible for me to love you any more than I already did. Then you’d say something to make me laugh or look at me with those beautiful, blue eyes and smile, and I just couldn’t help but love you even more. That’s why it’s so hard for me to write this letter. I can actually feel my heart breaking as I write the words, and I know after this, I will never be the same again.
I’m leaving, Smokey. By the time you read this letter, I will already be packed up and gone. We are from different worlds, traveling on two completely different paths, and in time, it would tear us apart. As much as I love you, I can’t keep lying to myself. I know in my heart that leaving now is the only way to prevent that from happening. I love you. More than you will ever know. But this is how it has to be. If you ever cared about me at all, please don’t try to find me. Just let me go. It’s the best thing for both of us.
Love always,
MJ
Chapter 1
Smokey
It was a night like any other, or so I thought. Just like a hundred times before, I’d spent most of my night in church listening to Cotton and the brothers negotiate club business. As an officer of the club, I'd been given the job of keeping our prospects in check and determining their best use in helping with the club’s biggest priorities. While negotiating the final details of our new pipeline, I had to make sure the prospects were where they needed to be and doing exactly what they were told to do. The club was embarking on new territory. For the first time, we were working with neighboring chapters of Satan’s Fury to establish a shipping route that would enable us to make the biggest delivery of AK47s to date. Everything had to go exactly as planned
, so we’d all have to work together to ensure there were no surprises. After going over all of the particulars, it was clear that the days ahead weren’t going to be easy for any of us, especially with all the runs back and forth from here to Salt Lake and all the dealings in-between, but we’d make it happen. We always did.
As soon as we were dismissed from church, I headed straight for my bike. I hadn’t eaten a bite since breakfast, so I pushed the throttle back and headed towards Mikey’s Diner. It was late, so by the time I got there, it was nearly closing time and the crowd was dying down—just the way I liked it. Mikey’s was an old sports bar with several large televisions lining the wall and high top tables with stools. He’d renovated the place a few years back hoping to draw in some new customers, but it didn’t pan out; it was still the same old crew, drinking and eating the same thing night after night.
The alluring smell drifting from the kitchen made my stomach growl as I made my way to the back of the bar. I found a seat, and as soon as the waitress came over, I ordered beer and a burger. Once I had the beer in my hand, I took a long pull and settled back in my seat, trying my best to take a break from the mountain of thoughts that were piling up in the back of my mind. I knew it wouldn’t work. Hell, it’d take a lot more than just one beer to ease any of the tension I was feeling, but I did what I could. I took a deep breath and listened to the blues playing on the jukebox. By the time I finished eating my burger, I felt a little better. Knowing the waitress was ready to call it a night, I took one last slug of my beer, laid down a twenty, then headed for the door. All I could think about was getting home, taking a hot shower, and getting some sleep.
The last thing I expected was an encounter with a beautiful stranger to completely rock my fucking world, but it did. It rocked me right to the core.
As soon as the restaurant’s lights shut off, complete darkness fell over the parking lot, making it difficult to see as I started down the steps. As usual at this time of night, the lot was nearly empty. There was only one car, and it was parked next to my bike. I didn’t think much of it until I heard a woman’s voice coming from behind it, and from her tone, she didn’t sound happy.
I followed the voice to the side of the car and found a woman kneeling beside the trunk. In the darkness, I could only make out a jumble of blonde hair and high heels as she sat there cursing under her breath. She dug around in her purse while I stood there watching her, silently shaking my head as she tossed all of her belongings onto the gravel one by one. She was completely focused on that damn purse and had no idea I was even standing there.
“Shit! There has to be something in here that will open that stupid door,” she growled with a slight southern drawl. She finally gave up and tossed the bag to the ground. She grabbed her cell phone and aimed the flashlight towards the ground as she studied everything that she had laid out. When the light swooped over my boot, she gasped loudly, almost falling backwards with shock. She quickly regained her composure and jolted upright. She took several shaky steps back as she pointed the blinding light from her phone towards me. Still trying to get her footing, she shouted, “Shit! You scared the hell out of me! What are you doing?”
“Could ask you the same thing, doll,” I clipped as I raised a hand up to shield my eyes from the light. “Something wrong?”
“I’ve locked my stupid keys in the car. I’ve been trying to find something to unlock the damn door, but I don’t have anything,” she explained exasperatedly. “I’ve been trying to call for stupid roadside assistance, but I can’t get cell service out here in the middle of the freaking sticks.”
I crossed my arms and leaned to the side, trying to get a glimpse of her face, but I couldn’t see a fucking thing with that damned light shining in my eyes. Hearing that she was aggravated, I teased, “You’ve got a mouth on you, don’t ya?”
“Yeah… well.” She paused for a minute as she considered what I’d just said, then continued, “I cuss when I’m stressed. Consider it a character flaw. I’m just a little frustrated.”
When I took a step toward her, the light from the phone dropped to her side as she staggered back, stumbling a bit before regaining her balance. “Damn it! Stupid heels,” she muttered under her breath.
“Just taking a look. You alright with that?”
“Yes… please. That’d be great,” she answered with a slight tremor to her voice. When I turned around and started walking towards my bike, she yelped, “Hey… wait! Where are you going? I thought you were going to help.”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I flipped on my bike’s headlight, and then slowly turned back towards the front of the car. Once I saw the light shining directly on her, I stopped dead in my tracks. Damn. Just the sight of her almost knocked me off my goddamn feet. She was a stunner, but it was more than that. There was something in the way she looked at me, a vulnerability I wouldn’t expect from a chick like her, and I found it hot as fuck. I took a minute to enjoy the scenery, letting my eyes drop to the pointed tip of her black high-heeled shoes, then slowly trail the length of her long, lean, sexy legs. Heat rushed through my veins as I eyed my way up to the hem of her short, gray business skirt, pausing just long enough to savor the curves of her full hips. They continued to roam over the lines of the tight-fitting black sweater that clung to her body in a way that made it impossible not to stare at her perfect breasts. When my eyes finally made their way up to her face, I couldn’t help but notice the high perch of her eyebrow and the way her full lips twisted into a sexy little smirk. Damn. With just one look, she’d gotten me.
“Are you done?” she asked as she crossed her arms, drawing my attention back to her breasts.
I took a step forward and winked as I said, “I’m just getting started, doll.”
Shaking her head, she stepped to the side, giving me room to see if I could get the keys out of the ignition. When I noticed that the windows were completely rolled up, I asked, “You sure you don’t got a spare key hidden somewhere?”
“No,” she said flatly. “My dad is always telling me that I need one, but I just haven’t gotten around to it.”
“No problem. How about a screwdriver?” I chuckled. “You wouldn’t have one of those in that bag of yours, would ya?”
“Sorry… I think that’s in my other purse,” she smiled.
“Well, I left my tool bag at the house. Not going to be able to do much without it.”
“Well, thanks for trying.” She sighed. “I don’t know what I’m going to do now.”
I had a couple of options I considered offering up, most of them including me bending her over the back of her car while I was buried deep inside her, but I didn’t figure she’d be the type to go for that… at least not yet, so I kept those thoughts to myself. “Looks like you got two choices, Killer. You can stay out here and pray for cell reception, or you can hitch a ride back in to town with me.”
Her eyes lit up when she asked, “You mean on your motorcycle?”
“Yeah. I don’t know about you, but I don’t see a horse and carriage waiting for ya around the bend.” I chuckled as I looked around the empty parking lot. “Everybody’s gone home, and I doubt you’re gonna get one of Duncan’s cabs to come all the way out here.”
Heat flushed across her face as she stood there staring at me with those dark, gorgeous eyes of hers. Damn. She actually liked the idea of being on the bike. I figured she’d be threatened by the Satan’s Fury patch stitched on my cut and the tattoos that marked my skin. Instead, she seemed intrigued by them. I had to admit, I liked it. I liked her. Maybe it was that sexy smile she’d given me only moments before when she caught me checking her out, or that flicker of lust in her eyes when I offered her a ride. I didn’t know what it was, but at that moment, I wanted to feel her body pressed against mine, even if it was just for a ride into town.
I didn’t wait for her to answer. I just got on the bike and started up the engine. When she realized I was about to leave, she grabbed her purse, quickly shoving all of her belongings
back inside before she hurried back over to me. Before she got on, she asked, “You sure you don’t mind?”
“Wouldn’t have offered if I did,” I answered as I took her purse from her and put it in the saddlebag.
With that, her hands dropped to her hips as she inched up her skirt and then threw her long, slender leg over the back of the seat like she’d done it a thousand times before. A light hint of her perfume whipped around me as she rested her delicate hands at my side, giving me an immediate sense of satisfaction.
Knowing that her sweater wouldn’t be enough to protect her from the cold night air, I pulled off my cut and offered it to her as I said, “You’ll want to wear this. It’s gonna get cold once we start moving.”
“Umm… Thanks.”
She hesitantly took it from my hand. Once she put it on, my breath caught in my throat. She looked unbelievable wearing my leather. It was like the damn thing was made for her. I forced myself to stop staring and turned my focus back on the road. I started riding back towards town, trying my best to ignore the fire I felt burning deep in my gut. Her grip tightened as I pushed back the throttle and began to pick up speed, making it hard for me to decide whether I should go faster or slow down and enjoy the moment.
Having her wrapped around me was fucking with my head. Every instinct I had told me getting caught up with a girl like her would only bring a shit-ton of trouble, but I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted her. Plain and simple.
Chapter 2
Marley
I never could’ve dreamed that my night would have taken such an interesting turn. I wasn’t exactly shocked that I’d gotten lost or that I’d managed to lock the keys in my car when I stopped for dinner on the way home. Things like that just seemed to happen to me, but crossing paths with the hot biker was a surprise. When he walked up, I immediately forgot all about my stream of bad luck. He was all of my secret fantasies wrapped up in one smoking hot package. I knew he was the kind of guy my father always warned me about, but all those little pieces of advice about dangerous men on motorcycles fell on deaf ears when I stared into those beautiful blues. I couldn’t help myself. I relished that feeling of intrigue swirling around in my mind when I looked at him. He was the strong and silent type, burly and rough, and absolutely the hottest guy I’d ever laid eyes on. I was lost. The man was practically towering over me with his broad shoulders and gigantic muscles rippling through his tight t-shirt, but I didn’t feel threatened by him—not in the least bit. It was just the opposite. I was drawn to the captivating stranger, and it terrified me. I feared that I might lose all of my sense of reality and just throw myself at him, giving in to the lustful need that was surging through my veins. And having his jacket wrapped around me wasn’t making it any easier to resist the temptation to climb him like a tree. It was bad; I was completely losing it, and the scent of his cologne mixed with leather was just about to drive me over the edge.
