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by Marie James




  Table of Contents

  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

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 1

  Shadow: Cerberus MC Book 3

  Dominic: Cerberus MC Book 4

  Table of Contents

  LAWSON

  Copyright

  Extras:

  Synopsis:

  Acknowledgments

  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

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Hound

  Chapter 1

  Macon

  We Said Forever

  More Than a Memory

  Hale Series

  Love Me Like That

  Teach Me Like That

  Cerberus MC

  Shadow: Cerberus MC Book 3

  Dominic: Cerberus MC Book 4

  LAWSON

  Cerberus 2.0 Book 1

  By Marie James

  Copyright

  Lawson: Cerberus 2.0 Book 1

  Copyright © 2017 Marie James & JA Essen

  Editing by Marie James Betas

  EBooks are not transferrable. All rights are reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded, or distributed via the Internet or any other means, electronic or print, without the publisher’s permission.

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Extras:

  Cover design by: Essen~tial Designs

  Synopsis:

  My plan was as simple as they come… in theory. Show up at the Cerberus clubhouse and give dear old Dad a piece of my mind. What I didn’t expect was being welcomed into the open arms of a father who had no idea I existed.

  More importantly, I didn’t anticipate HER. Delilah Donovan was a breath of fresh air. She would soon become my reason for wanting to become a better man, my reason for getting out of bed with a smile on my normally sneering face. But no matter how much I changed, she’d always be too good for a man like me.

  It was over before it could even begin.

  Acknowledgments

  Firstly, if it weren’t for the dedicated fans of my original Cerberus MC Series, this book and the ones to follow would not be written. So thank you, my glorious readers, for urging me (sometimes aggressively) to continue the books!

  My amazing husband, you are first and foremost my biggest fan, and for that, I’m so incredibly blessed.

  Laura Watson… seriously you are the peanut butter to my jelly… the sugar to my Kool-Aid… the peas to my carrots. Without you, Marie James wouldn’t even be a possibility! Thank you for your dedication to my brand, which you’ve committed to 100% and do so with an amazing Canadian smile on your gorgeous face!

  Brittney… my boo. What can I say? I miss you every day. I wish we lived closer and could see each other more than twice a year. Thank you for your support and the ear to bend when I’m frustrated and just not feeling very PC.

  Speaking of PC, Linda, you amazing southern woman you. I didn’t make the mean girls list. (Of which was filled with amazing, far from mean, brilliant women) and I’m nearly certain you have a huge hand in that! You keep me in line when my inner demon child wants to come out and play, and it has been nothing short of incredible working with you and Foreward PR.

  Steph and MaRanda… two amazing women from Wyoming… I never thought I’d find such an incredible friendship in the middle of a fly-over state, yet here we are. Many thanks and boob squeezes for your continued support, laughs, and advice! I truly treasure you both.

  My amazing BETAS: Laurs, MaRanda, Jaime, Rachel B, Brenda, Sally, Crystal , Shannon, Margaret, Katie, Rachael Y, Louise, you gals keep me sane and I’m forever grateful for the help, suggestions, and edits for this book. A special shoutout to Erin T and Cecilia for taking an extra look at this manuscript!!

  Shout out to Give Me Books. Kylie and the girls, you’ve helped me with almost every release, and I’m grateful for your support!

  Bloggers. You keep the Indie world running smoothly, and I’m awed by the support you give each and every one of my books. If it weren’t for you, no one would even know who Marie James is!

  Readers!! ARC Team!! You amazing Stalkers!! Thank you for reading, sharing, and recommending! Thank you for reviewing and promoting! I appreciate each and every tag, like, and comment!

  If you enjoy this book, please, leave a review and tell a friend. The book is loanable so send it to someone who’s interested in reading! Discuss it. Speak to one another about what you loved and what you hated, but more importantly, grab the next one!

  Peace, love, and Southern sweet tea!

  ~Marie James

  Prologue

  Lawson

  “Please don’t say that,” I beg the only parent I’ve ever known.

  Is that possible? Can you plead death away?

  “You need to listen.” She gives me a weak smile, the action barely tugging up the corners of her mouth. “You’re so stubborn. Just like your father.”

  My ears perk. She hasn’t mentioned the male DNA donor in years. The last time I caught her talking about him, she refused to give me details, citing she’d tell me everything when I w
as old enough to understand. All I knew was my father was dead, long before I was born.

  Drew whimpers from the other side of her hospital bed, clinging to one hand while I hold on to the other.

  “My time is up, beautiful boys.”

  I don’t chastise her this time. I don’t insist that I’m a man and beautiful is never a word I want describing me.

  This time, I let the tear roll down my cheek unchecked.

  “No, momma,” Drew says through his sobs. “We’re not ready.”

  “We’ll never be ready,” I murmur.

  “Come here,” she says to me. “I have so much to tell you.”

  We both position ourselves closer, fitting easily beside her cancer-ridden, frail body on the single bed.

  “Promise me you’ll listen to all I have to say.” Drew vows, quick to agree even when he doesn’t know what he’s signing on for. I hesitate. Nothing good comes from that type of intro. “Promise me.”

  I nod my head in agreement. Ten minutes later, I’m broken, shattered. My mother is gone, my world is imploding, and the new information I’ve been given is enough to drive me mad.

  Chapter 1

  Lawson

  “This is possibly the worst idea you’ve ever had,” my younger brother Drew complains as we walk down an ill-maintained gravel road. “What do you expect? For him to just answer the door and welcome us with open arms?”

  “That’s the last fucking thing I want,” I sneer. “I want some damn questions answered. We’ll probably be out of there in an hour.”

  “Sure is a long ass trip for an hour of time,” he grumbles.

  “Watch your mouth,” I warn.

  “You cuss,” he whines. “I should be able to cuss now, too.”

  I look over my shoulder at him, nearly tripping on yet another pothole in the road. How anyone on a bike navigates this road without ruining their suspension is beyond me. That realization makes me pull my phone from my pocket, checking the map for the hundredth time since we got off the Greyhound bus.

  “I’m a man. When you’re grown, then you can use whatever language you want.”

  He laughs at me, sputtering “a man?” in a way that makes my already simmering anger bubble to the top.

  “I’m eighteen,” I argue. “Legal in every way.”

  “Not drinking,” he challenges.

  “I have a fake ID for that,” I mutter as my eyes catch the sight of a compound with numerous houses gathered behind it.

  “I want one,” he says excitedly.

  “You wouldn’t pass for twenty-one, idiot. I bet you don’t even have hair on your nuts yet.”

  I smile, facing forward so he can’t see me.

  “I do, too.” He mumbles something under his breath two steps behind me.

  My fifteen-year-old brother has always tried to keep up with me despite our three year age difference.

  “Wow,” he hisses as our destination comes into view.

  “Yeah,” I agree. “The assholes in life always seem to have more than everyone else.”

  A half dozen houses are the backdrop for a more industrial type building. It pisses me off more, even as a part of me hopes this is the wrong place. Facing my past isn’t something I ever thought I’d have to do.

  I don’t break stride as we head through the open gate and onto the porch. I press the doorbell as Drew, visibly uncomfortable, shifts from one foot to the other.

  I look over my shoulder, making sure he’s behind me and safe as the door swings open.

  Unfamiliar brown eyes stare back at me. This man has auburn hair with gray sprinkled in at his temples.

  “You’ll know him when you see him,” Mom says, using one of her final breaths.

  As if he’s seeing a ghost, he just stares at me. My eyes narrow at his scrutiny.

  He breaks the eye contact first, turning his head to speak over his shoulder. “Babe, can you come here?”

  I watch as the most tatted up motherfucker I’ve ever laid eyes on walks up to join us. His hand makes contact with the man who opened the door before his eyes even look toward me.

  Recognition marks his face also. I stare back at him for a brief second. His ice blue eyes, the same color as mine, fight for understanding.

  “You must be my dad,” I sneer.

  “What the fuck?” the blue-eyed fucker hisses, earning a slap to the chest from the other man.

  “Please come in.” The untatted man offers his hand. “I’m Robert.”

  I side saddle past him, finding more than a dozen pairs of eyes staring back at me while my younger brother apologizes for my rudeness and introduces himself. Regret swims in my gut at the sight of all of these spectators. The bravado I mustered on the walk here, dwindles away quickly as I take in the tough-looking grown men scattered around the room. I don’t miss the handful of gorgeous girls in the room, either.

  Just as I’d suspected, these old fucking bikers are still doing what bikers do; fucking young girls while throwing the used-up ones out like trash. Several older women, gorgeous in their own right, stare back wide-eyed and confused. They must be the ones training the new ones as their replacements.

  “Time to clear out,” a bald man with sleeves of tats peeking out from his t-shirt booms.

  Groans and complaints echo around the room, but everyone begins to stand, gather their things, and disappear down the hallway at the back of the room.

  The man barking orders must be Kincaid, the club president. The soft look he gives to the two assholes behind me isn’t in character with what you’d expect from the leader of an MC. Information on the club was limited during my research over the last couple of weeks since Mom passed, but the internet had plenty of information on other clubs.

  A pair of teenagers gawk at me. Clearly twins, or very close in age, they linger, eyes darting from the intruders in their world and back to the guys standing at my back.

  “Go,” one of them insists.

  The boy moves quickly, but the ice blue eyes of the girl hold mine, the delicate column of her throat working on a rough swallow under my attention. It’s clear she’s attracted to me when her tongue swipes at her bottom lip. I’ll fuck that mouth later, given a chance, but I have other shit to deal with right now.

  “Dad?” she whispers.

  “Go,” the booming voice comes again.

  She scurries away as disgust sends goosebumps down my arms.

  Dad? I can’t decipher which pisses me off more, that I may have just envisioned my sister on her knees deep throating me or that my father has other children he stuck around for when my mom, pregnant with me, was tossed to the curb.

  I spin, my eyes first searching for Drew, something I’ve done my whole life until they land on the other two.

  “How do you want to do this?” I ask the man who looks like an older version of the guy I see in the mirror each morning. He has tats on nearly every part of his body, stars on his pierced cheeks, and despite his age, it’s still working for him. A look into my future doesn’t seem so bleak, even if vanity is the only thing I honestly want to focus on right now. All of the other things that need to be said come with a pain in my chest that’s difficult to get rid of.

  “However you want,” the brown-eyed man says. He motions to the vacated couch across the room. “We can sit.”

  Drew, always obedient, follows him while I stand locked in place staring at the man who ruined my mom’s life. It isn’t until I see the pleading in my brother’s eyes as he looks at me after sweeping his attention around the room, that I cave and move to sit beside him. I didn’t miss the pool table, arcade games, or the TV too big for any person to own when I first walked in. Those materialistic things don’t mean shit to me, but Drew is easily impressed

  “Nice place you have here.” I avoid eye contact as I look around the open area of the room. “It begs me to wonder just how many pregnant women you forced out after they got used to such luxury.”

  Drew trembles beside me, and I hate having this con
versation in front of him. I haven’t given him the gory details of what Mom whispered in my ear on her last day in this world.

  “None,” Robert says.

  I huff a laugh. “Funny, that’s not what happened to my mother.”

  “And who is your mother?”

  The gall of this motherfucker.

  “What’s wrong, Snatch?” I hiss. “Can’t remember the last time you fucked a woman?”

  He narrows his eyes at me but keeps his mouth shut.

  “I’ll give you a hint. I just turned eighteen.”

  Robert’s eyes widen as my sperm donor hisses. “Darby.”

  I hear Drew sniffle at the sound of our mother’s name and it pisses me off coming from his lips more than I ever thought it would.

  “Don’t speak her name, ever again,” I growl.

  The men across from us share a private look before turning their attention back to us, making my blood pump harder, thicker in my veins. It’s taking everything I have to stay seated and not attack both of them.

  “Are you sure?”

  I glare at him. “Are you kidding me? I would tell you to take a long, hard look in the mirror,” I point at my face, one I’d been proud of until seeing him. “But you’re kind of looking in one, don’t you think?”

  Tattooed fingers sweep over his head as he soaks all of this in. Minutes drag by before he speaks again. “I’d like to speak with your mother. There seems to be a lot of things we need to discuss.”

  My eyes sting at the possibility of speaking to my mother again. “Like what? You want to bitch her out for telling me how to find you? Reject her one more time since I’m interfering in your life again?”

  He shakes his head, but I continue.

  “Tell me, Snatch, what was it about her or me for that matter that would make you reject us but have two more children with some other woman? Did we not fit into your life or was it her specifically that you couldn’t stomach?”

  “That’s not what—” Snatch holds his hand up to stop Robert from speaking.

  “One,” he says with no anger or agitation in his voice. Cool, calm, collected, and more than a little infuriating. “You can call me Jaxon. I haven’t gone by Snatch in over fifteen years. Your mother wouldn’t know that because I haven’t seen her in over eighteen years. She never knew my real name.”

 

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