Uno's Truth (Devils Rejects MC Book 5)

by Glenna Maynard

  Copyright 2018 Uno’s Truth Glenna Maynard

  This is a work of fiction. Names characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual people, alive or dead, business, establishments, locals or events is entirely coincidental. Any reference to real events, business, organizations or locals is intended only to give the fiction a sense of realism and authenticity. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means – electronic, mechanical, photographic (photocopying), recording, or otherwise – without prior permission in writing from the author.

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  Devils Rejects MC

  Series Reading Order

  Hades’ Flame

  Boogeyman’s Dream

  Reaper’s Till Death

  Cupid’s Arrow

  Uno’s Truth

  Cocky’s Fight

  Dedication

  To Michelle Simm. My ride or die.

  Acknowledgements

  To Dawn bitch and Morgan, thank you for always being in my corner, encouraging me to push forward, and try harder. You are my best friends and I love you both dearly.

  To Michelle, I seriously don’t know what I would do without you. True friends are hard to find, and I know I have one for life in you. True friendship is holding my hand even if you are thousands of miles away and going behind me while I type on my phone with one hand in Google docs, nursing a sick kid with other, correcting my mistakes, being my left hand and cheering me on at the same time until I reached the end. You weren’t right next to me, but it felt like you were. I adore you to the moon and back.

  To my Rebels & Devils, I write theses stories mostly for you but mainly for myself. Thank you for giving my books, my stories, the crazy people who live in my head a place in this world. A special shout out to Melissa Burke, for inspiring Melissa.

  To my family, I love you. Especially to my Ava pooh who was sick while I wrote the last of this book who didn’t get mad at mommy for being on her phone with one hand typing, while holding back her hair with the other while she was sick. I love you, princess!

  Contents

  Series Reading Order

  Dedication

  Acknowledgements

  Blurb

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Author’s Note

  Playlist

  About Glenna

  Available Now

  Uno’s Truth

  Will the truth set him free?

  Uno

  The past is a bitch to escape. No matter how hard I try to move forward, I wind up taking two steps back. The memories that haunt me…the secrets that hang over my head…if revealed could put me straight in the ground. All I want is a family of my own but the things I’ve done can’t be forgiven.

  Stephanie

  Revenge, that was our agreement. I married a man I shouldn’t have with a heavy heart. We both made promises we can’t keep. The lies we’ve told and the games we’ve played are deadly. I want out, but I know too much. Neither of us are getting out of this deal alive. It’s either him or me and I choose me.

  Melissa

  I fell in love with a monster and came to Webb Hollow looking for a new beginning. I can see a future with Uno. It’s mine for the taking, all I have to do is say yes to being his woman on the side. I’ve been the other woman before. I loved, and I lost. This time will be different.

  Chapter 1

  —Melissa

  “Come on, baby, get your shoes on,” I urge Jimmy.

  He folds his arms across his chest and pouts. Three freckles form a triangle on his nose. My little man is getting taller, losing his baby fat and gaining a rotten attitude in its place.

  “Please, if you show mommy how fast you are we can get a treat soon.” I glance at the clock. If we don’t go now, Jim will be here and if he catches me trying to leave with his son he’ll kill me first. The evil bastard may hate me, but he does love Jimmy. It’s me he can’t stand. The feeling is mutual. I was so stupid for ever getting involved with him. For ever thinking he would leave his wife. The empty promises—I’ve heard them all. There is nothing here for me save my son, and he’s coming with me.

  My step-brother’s finally settling down and making roots in a place called Webb Hollow. Somewhere in Tennessee. Says he will get me on my feet. All I gotta do is put my boy in the car and drive. Leave everything behind. Not that I have much to start with.

  I look over to see Jimmy is finally strapping his sneakers on his feet. He begged for them for a week. They have the Superman emblem on them and light up whenever he takes a step. He stomps his feet and giggles, smiling at me big. “That’s my big boy. You wanna go for a ride and go see your Uncle Shawn?”

  He nods eagerly. His green eyes sparkling with excitement.

  With my purse hanging from my shoulder, I take his tiny hand in mine and let out a breath. There are eight steps to the car. I don’t even bother locking the front door of the rundown doublewide I’ve been renting. Jim will arrive soon and once he realizes that I’m gone for good all hell will break loose. Like I said, he loves his son. So much so he wants him to be just like him. So much so that he saw nothing wrong with giving him sips of beer at the bar and allowing him to watch him smoke crack at only three years old.

  When I found out from Shayla what had been going on while I was working I was so fucking pissed. Shayla is Jim’s oldest daughter. Jimmy’s half-sister. Said her mom, Tasha, who is Jim’s wife tried to put her foot down but all that earned her was a pop in the mouth with his fist. One thing I can say for Tasha is she’s always done right by Jimmy and me. When I first got with Jim I was in a bad place. Doing drugs, sleeping around. Whoring myself to get by…to fuel my bad habits, but all that changed when I found out I was pregnant. I did everything I was supposed to do. I reported to my social worker, attended every meeting. When Jimmy was born though he was still addicted to drugs, because of me, because of the program I was in to make things right.

  Tasha stepped up and took custody of my son when the state wanted to give him to foster care. She even told me she didn’t blame me and had forgiven me for having her husband’s son. She welcomed me into her home, gave me a place to lay my head so I could still be with my baby. Looked the other way when I couldn’t break free of the hold Jim had on me. I was so brainwashed by the man that I couldn’t see right from wrong. I came into that woman’s home and screwed her husband while she took care of my child. She even took care of me when I relapsed. Held my hair when I puked. Waited on me hand and foot.

  She got me clean. Showed me who Jim really was. Who I had become. I wasn’t a good person, most days I’m still not, but I got my shit together. I started dancing to pay my way through beauty school. I was handling my shit then Jim got hurt at work and went on a downward spiral. He’s doing bad shit and when he’s been smoking meth he gets mean. I�
�m done with the mean. I’m done with him.

  My fingers fumble as I get Jimmy strapped into his booster seat. Climbing into the driver’s seat, I go to start the car, but the engine isn’t turning over. Three more tries and still nothing happens. With no other choice I get out of the dented-up hunk of junk and lift the hood. That bastard unhooked my alternator. At least he didn’t take it like he did last time. I reconnect it to the battery, get back inside the rust box on wheels, and thankfully the car starts up on the first try. However, as I am tearing down the gravel driveway with one hand on the wheel and the other hanging out the window flipping the bird to the sky, screaming, “Fuck you, Jim,” he cuts me off at the end of the driveway.

  He stops his truck and starts to get out. “Listen, tell Daddy we’re going to get your treat okay. Nothing more,” I whisper to my son, praying for once that he listens to me.

  Jim approaches the driver’s side and I offer him a weak smile. “Going somewhere?” He rests his arm on the roof of the car as he leans down eye level to me and spits tobacco on the ground.

  “To the Dollar Tree. I promised Jimmy a new toy. He was so good at school today. Learned to write his name.”

  “That so?” He looks to the backseat at Jimmy, waiting for an answer.

  “Let’s go.” He kicks at the back of the passenger side seat as he cries and rubs at his eyes.

  “Seems to me he don’t deserve it acting like a big baby,” Jim states gruffly, but reaches into his back pocket and pulls his wallet out. He hands me a twenty-dollar bill. “Stop and get a pizza too. Lord knows you didn’t fucking cook no dinner worth eating. Not fit for the damn hogs. More like hog shit.” He grunts and farts. Smelly bastard.

  “Sure thing.” I accept the cash. He leans back down getting in my face. His thumb tilts my face up, forcing me to meet his eyes. I try to fight the bile rising in my throat as his lips brush over mine, his breath reeking of his chewing tobacco. Forcing his tongue into my mouth I nearly vomit straight into his mouth when I hit a wad of his nasty ass chew with my tongue and some of the juice goes in my mouth.

  “Hurry back now. Been missing you lately.” His fingers flick my nipple and I grimace.

  Jimmy starts screaming again and Jim shakes his head as he climbs back in his truck to go around me. I let out a shaky breath and once he is around me I get the hell out of dodge only making it just out of his line of sight before I have to pull over and puke.

  Once I have my shit together, I do take my baby to the Dollar Store and put that twenty Jim gave me to good use. I let Jimmy pick him out some toys and a couple of snacks for the road. It’ll be the last thing that man ever does for him if I have any say in the matter. Today is the last time Jim Case will have ever seen his son. A very small part of me feels bad that Jimmy won’t know his father and will hopefully one day forget all about him, but I know I am doing the right thing.

  Eventually, I cross the border from Indiana into Kentucky and call my step-brother. “Where should I meet you at?”

  He fires off the name of a motel and I drive another four hours. I pull up outside the rundown motel next to Shawn’s motorcycle. I know it’s his because his nickname is painted on the tank with a rooster’s head. My little man is asleep, so I leave him in the car while I knock on the door.

  I hear him shuffling around and the curtain pulls back at the window. Shawn grins at me and throws the door open, pulling me into his arms for a bear hug.

  “Damn, look at you all grown up and shit. Where’s my nephew?”

  “Asleep in the backseat.”

  “You drove all the way here in that?” Shawn shakes his head. “I promise you, shit is about to get a helluva lot better for both you.”

  I nod, trying not to cry. It’s been so long since I’ve seen my step-brother. It’s been so long since I had real hope of a better life. I can’t believe I really did it. I really left Jim for good this time.

  “Your hair is so long,” I tease, yanking on his long blonde hair that is almost identical to mine even though we aren’t blood related.

  “Think you can help me with something?”

  “Name it.”

  I grab the cheap dark brown hair dye I bought when I stopped off to get Jimmy his treat.

  “Where’s daddy?” My boy wakes up shortly after Shawn laid him on the bed.

  “Hey, buddy. You don’t know me but I’m your Uncle Shawn. You and your mom are gonna come stay with me for a while.”

  “I want Daddy!” He shouts in Shawn’s face and I rub my hands over my face. I haven’t completely thought this through. I don’t know what to say to Jimmy about his dad.

  “Listen, I know you want your Dad, and this is a new and scary time in your life and you probably won’t understand a lot of things that are happening around you. I won’t bullshit you though. Your Dad…well, kid…he’s a real asshole and he doesn’t treat your Mom that good. He hurt her and made her sad all the time, bud. You don’t want your Dad to be mean and hurt her anymore, do you?”

  Jimmy shakes his head and wipes at his nose as tears flow down his cheeks. Shawn pulls him in a for a hug. “Why don’t you and me see if we can find us some cartoons to watch. Yeah?” And just like that my little boy forgets all about his asshole of a Dad and starts talking to his Uncle about his favorite super heroes.

  —–

  Webb Hollow is definitely different than what I am used to. My step-brother belongs to a motorcycle club that calls themselves the Devils Rejects. They are rough, take no shit outlaws, but the kindness they have shown me and my son, is tenfold any shred of decency I have ever been treated with. Some of the women give me dirty looks, but Sara says they will chill out when they realize I am not after any of their men. A man is the last thing I want or need in my life. I’m doing good just to survive right now.

  —–

  I have been here a few weeks. Jimmy and I were given MaryAnn’s old room upstairs at the Devils Rejects’ clubhouse. She was a clubwhore who is now an old lady. It isn’t home but for now it serves as a place to lay low and get me on my feet. Shawn doesn’t want me to dance again, but I know the club owns a strip joint. I want to earn my keep. I don’t want him supporting me out of obligation because he feels guilty. He thinks if he hadn’t gotten sent to prison I never would have gotten into drugs and been mixed up with Jim, but I made my own choices. I did this to my life. Though I appreciate what he is doing in giving me a fresh start.

  I was attending beauty school in Indiana and want to go back once I know that Jim isn’t going to come after us. Sara has become a good friend to me. Her husband, Hades, is the president of the Devils Rejects. He seems okay. A bit of a hardass but I wouldn’t expect him to be like Mr. Rogers. This isn’t my first time around bikers. My step-brother has been a biker long as I can remember. Always riding his Harley wearing a leather cut and getting into shit.

  Even as a teenager he was raising hell. His daddy would take his belt to him, but Shawn didn’t care. He’d grin and tell our old man, “Is that all you got.” He took a beating for me a time or two. Said he could handle it, to dry my tears. My step-brother has always tried taking care of me, but it is time I take care of myself.

  Today I have been watching Sara’s little boy, CT. He’s about nine months old or so I think, maybe a year and so freaking cute. I miss Jimmy being that small. The two of them just went down for a nap about twenty minutes ago and Sara sent me a text that she’s downstairs. I don’t even bother with checking to see how I look in the mirror. I spend so much time cooped up in this room with Jimmy thanks to the rain and cooler weather settling in.

  Downstairs, this chick, Stephanie, invites me to her table at the same time Sara calls out to me. I don’t want to make any enemies and Stephanie doesn’t come off as being all too friendly. She has blonde curly hair kinda like mine was before I dyed it dark brown. She always has this pissed off—resting bitch face expression. I’ve heard her and her few friends talking about me. Trying to guess what my story is. None of their conclusions have
been very nice, but they aren’t far from the truth either.

  I take a seat with Sara and her friends. I have seen them around but haven’t really interacted with them. My reception by the girls at the other table hasn’t been inviting, however I think I could see myself being friends with these old ladies. They’re funny as hell. Especially Amber, Terror’s old lady. She has dark bob cut hair that angles to the shape of her face and her makeup is flawless.

  My cheeks flame as the girls make comments about Uno, one of the club members staring at me.

  Harley whispers, “Damn, did you see that?” She’s the girlfriend of a guy named Reaper. She looks just like Sara with blonde hair; Sara has strawberry blonde hair that is more of a reddish golden color.

  I glance around the bar. “See what?”

  “The way Uno was looking at you… I don’t condone cheating but Uno damn sure never looks at his wife that way. I don’t think I have ever seen him look at anyone that way,” MaryAnn tells me, tucking a strand of her long blonde hair behind her ear. I think her old man is a guy called Cupid.

  They have another friend, I think her name is Shelly, but she isn’t here today.

  “Like what?”

  “Like he wants to rock your world,” Sara tells me with a snort.

  The guy moves on down the hallway and I check my phone. “Jimmy is waking up. I’ll keep CT until you are ready for him or whatever.”

  “Thank you. You’re the best.”

  As I get up I give the give Sara a smile and wave bye to the girls, I walk straight into the solid chest of the guy they said was staring at me. My eyes land on his and I suck in a breath. He has gorgeous green eyes that have flecks of gold and brown in them. His lips curve into a smile and I read the name on his cut, Uno. His strong hands touch my shoulders, revealing tattoos that travel from his hands and up to his sleeves as he says, “Excuse me, sweetheart.”