by K. J. Dahlen
Table of Contents
Title Page
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BOOK DESCRIPTION
PRELUDE
Prologue
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
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
EPILOGUE
BLACK DEVILS MC SERIES
ABOUT J.R.
ABOUT K.J
WRATH OF THUNDER
BLACK DEVILS MC
Book Five
K.J. Dahlen
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J.R. Ryder
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Jaxson- Wrath Of Thunder
BLACK DEVILS MC
Book Five
Copyright © K.J. Dahlen & J.R. Ryder 2018
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Thunder
There’s a storm coming.
Like my name, I am the storm.
Look into my eyes and you’ll see the fire.
Stone-cold. Viscous. My name is an omen.
I thought I was better off running alone – until now.
Bella Rose sought refuge with our club.
A flame-haired angel with slashing emerald eyes.
She’s walked through hell and lived, and that ain’t easy.
Tried to blunt the past, but never forgot the terror she left behind.
Whispers in her ear, like little demons, living underneath her bed creeping.
Dangerously irresistible she’s like a drug,
Stirred my soul, I don’t even know where my mind is.
In her, I found a desire that touched my hardened heart.
Who knew I’d meet my match in this sassy little spitfire?
She came here to me, but she did not arrive alone.
A dark hunger possesses a relentless man to track her.
Now my desire is greater than I have ever known.
I’ll defy death itself.
Gun down men and mafia to find her.
She’s my woman and mine alone.
When I find her, I’ll show my wrath.
I’m not going to let the only woman I’ve ever loved slip away….
Jaxson
The end I’ve always feared is coming.
My woman needs to walk away.
Even if it turns our love to ash.
No real man hurts a woman.
Not me. Not my brothers.
It’s not who we are.
Right now, I can barely focus.
In my mind, it burns as doubt creeps in.
I held her in my arms, swore to protect her.
Told her she was mine, and only mine – forever.
We both know my love could be her soul’s demise.
To live with that guilt would be a death sentence of its own kind.
Out of nowhere, a sick madman thinks he owns her fate,
I only pray he hears my threat:
It’s only over when I say it’s over.
PRELUDE
The Story of the Black Devils…
Bruno watched over his empire while his son, Jaxson runs his MC. In his capable hands, it would survive. Jaxson had the qualities that Bruno’s MC needed. He had confidence of this.
There were a few new members that were prospects after they lost a few brothers in the fight with the Cartel and the mess that happened with the whiskey shipment. But one kid had drawn Bruno’s attention. Calls himself Demon. Something about the kid bothered Bruno, not that he let on that it did. He had Marco check him out and found out why his instincts had gone off over this kid. He would encourage Jaxson to move the kid up and give him his cut, under Bruno’s watchful eye that is. He would be dealing with this problem very soon. One disaster at a time and this one would have to wait till he took care of a few deeds to make sure his MC and his ‘Family’ business came out on top.
After Dino was almost tortured to death, he was now about to come out of his induced coma. Bella had refused to leave his side. This was both disconcerting and comforting to Bruno. He knew there was more to this young woman than met the eye. He would find out what it was too. He always did.
Jaxson had been waiting for his VP to awake as well and spent a lot of time in his room, when he didn’t have club business to attend to or time he spent with his fiancé, Chloe.
Yes and Bruno’s next concern was with Jaxon’s woman, Chloe and his niece, Bella. They had formed a friendship that for some reason made Bruno extremely nervous. These two females were important to his son, and to his VC of the club, so they needed to be watched at all times. Together, the pair of them spelled trouble, as they were headstrong females to say the least. Pulling a crazy stunt like they did before? Parading around dressed as hookers while the Mafia was after them? No. It wouldn’t be tolerated. Put the whole club at risk.
The club was finally coming together after several setbacks and Bruno was happy with that. However, he still had his own work to do. There was a traitor in the ranks. One who had taken up the hate torch for Antonio. One who put them all at risk. He had plans to take this asshole out of his club… fucking feet first.
The mafia families were clamoring for blood for the supposed crimes against two of their members. The criminals were two people he couldn’t lose. Bella, his niece and the VP of the Devils, Dino “Thunder.” The Bianchis and that freak, Mario Balemi had petitioned the Council to hand over the two offenders. They would both be tortured then killed.
Over Bruno’s fucking dead corpse, they would!
Prologue
I won’t scream. The bastard could laugh all he wanted. I won’t give him the satisfaction.
“You are such a pretty girl, aren’t you?” the bastard quipped.
Too pretty for the likes of you. I remained mute while defiance burned inside me. I’m hanging in some warehouse. Shafts of light were slanting in, casting shadows around us and it felt like the dark areas were hiding some secret audience. I could swear I felt more eyes than just his on me and my skin rose up in chilly goosebumps.
But it wasn’t them I had to worry about. It was this fucker here. The one staring at me with an evil glint in his dark eyes. Hate festered there in his gaze…pure unadulterated hate and a lust for revenge. Pain reflected there too. Pain for what I did to him.
Well, I don’t give a fuck!
I would happily do it again. All over again and the next time, I would take his eyeballs out. That way, he would be utterly helpless and if I ever get
down from where he had me hanging, I would do just that. Cripple him this time. Shoot out his kneecaps, gouge out his eyes, and leave him to be a bedridden freak!
But no—when I do get down from here, I should kill him once and for all. Rid the world of his filth, his twisted ways. Torturing women just to get off, because he’s impotent.
I fought the hysterical laughter as I thought of him not being able to get it up cause of what I did to him. As there was nothing there to get up anymore. I took it. I took his manhood and nothing could ever reverse that. No matter what he did to me…he would never be a true man again. I, at least, could savor this glorious fact. Sex and torture was all his game and now, he couldn’t use his dick to play at it anymore.
“You’re smiling?” he asked in a seething tone. “You think I’m playing here?”
I dropped the smile that I had, as I hadn’t realized I’d let it slip out. I had so far, refused to speak a word. Even from the time, I woke up in that trunk and knew the monster had finally caught me.
He grabbed my jeans and raised up a pair of scissors. His eyes were gleaming with a feral light. Glorious anticipation of what he was about to do to me could be seen in his every move.
I swallowed heavily. Here it comes. He would have me hanging here nude in another few minutes. He would have his revenge. I’d been hurt many times, beaten by him in fact. He’d tortured my body and I did cry like never before. Not this time. I would spit and fight till he was done and I was dead.
I did feel so tired of this life. It had been just one fucked up event after another. I would try to start all over and would actually hope for better. It never got better. It would just repeat itself in some new horrific way.
From my childhood on… A drug dealer dad and a mouse of a mom who let him beat on her day after day. Finally, one night, he turned on me as soon as my body had started to fill out. Then I ran away to an aunt who was so kind to me. I lost her when some bastard broke into her house.
That was when I first took a life. At barely seventeen, I wore her killer’s blood and brains on my person. But it wouldn’t bring my aunt back. Then I found out they weren’t my family at all. It was all a horrible lie. My own father had sold me out. My new family embraced me all right, as they in turn… sold me again to this monster. To be his slave bride.
When they say life sucks, they just do NOT know the truth of it.
Yeah, I’m a fighter, so I never gave up. This time however, the choice had irrevocably been taken from me. I would not live another day to try to pick up any pieces as I would myself… be in little bloody pieces.
At one time, not so long ago, I had almost believed I could have my happily ever after. One man had made me believe I could have it.
Not anymore. Today, I was going to endure hell. My body would be so marked up and broken that I would want death to come.
At least, I had happiness for a time. I had the love of man who’d proved he was worth it.
I felt the cold steel of the scissors rising up along my skin as my jeans were cut away from my body.
His snickering and glee echoed off the cold metal walls of the last place I would ever see in this world as the loud snip, snip became like screams to me.
I closed my eyes
All I could think of was the day when I finally gave myself to Dino…My Thunder. I would hang onto this memory for as long as I could until this freak finally killed me.
CHAPTER ONE
Jaxson
I smiled…I had my woman right where I wanted her. Naked and spread eagled on my bed.
Opening her eyes, Chloe just stared at me. Then she swung her gaze up to see she was tied to my bed with silk ties. Her eyes widened.
I chuckled.
Her gaze swung to my face. “You did this while I was sleeping? Are you insane?”
I stood at the end of the bed and crossed my arms over my chest. “Yep.”
Her eyes rounded as she tugged on the ties. “I never knew you were into this!” she huffed at me.
I again, chuckled. “I might be. You see there’s a reason I might be.”
Her struggling stopped as she focused her eyes on me.
“When someone whom I asked, pleaded and begged to stay here with me… took off on me.”
She gulped. “B-but—I thought we were okay now? That you understood—”
“No. Not okay.” I stepped closer and unsnapped my jeans. “I died a thousand deaths for the three days you were missing.”
“Come on Jax! You cannot just keep me tied up and naked!”
I full out laughed now. “And why not?”
“Oh, my god! You are nuts!”
I lowered my jeans.
Chloe’s gaze swung down to my black briefs.
I kept grinning. She will like this a lot…when I’m done that is.
“Now Jax really, you can’t be serious with this…” Her breath was coming in fast pants.
“Deadly,” I replied as I tugged off my tee shirt.
Her startled gaze took in my tats, my scars, my skin. Her eyes deepened in color, like always whenever she wanted me.
“I have to teach you a lesson here Chloe.”
Her mouth popped open as anger glinted in the depths of her eyes.
I shook my head and finally tugged off my briefs. Maybe was the wrong thing to say right about now, but I didn’t care.
Her angry gaze swung down to my hard cock.
Damn right, I was hard. I had been ever since I tied her up. I climbed up on the bed and laid my body over hers. Skin to skin…my cock throbbed. God, I loved her skin. I lowered my mouth to a nipple and latched on.
She jumped with a little start. “I will scream Jax. Scream and scream until you untie me!”
I ignored the threat. She always tasted so good. Like my favorite candy. I kept on sucking as I reached up to tweak and tug at her other nipple.
She unconsciously let out a low moan.
Taking my time to enjoy this little feast, I finally raised my head letting her nipple go with a little nibble of my teeth. “Go ahead and scream. I want your mouth available, so I won’t be gagging you anytime soon. But know this…All you will get for your screaming is an audience. Spider and a couple of other bikers would be in here like in an instant.”
She gasped.
I again, laughed at her horrified expression.
“Y-you wouldn’t let them see me…”
I shook my head. “No, I wouldn’t want to. You’re my woman, but I wouldn’t have much of a choice after they hear screams, cuz they WILL come in. No way to stop that.”
“Ooohh,” she huffed as those fiery eyes burned at me.
Good, I love her fire. I reached between her thighs and flicked her button. Then lowered my mouth to her nipple again. I intended to take my time with this. Savor every lick, every stroke, every goose bump she had. I intended to fuck every hole she had and have her creaming several times. Now I stroked her clit as I switched to sucking on her other tasty nipple.
“O-oh, Jax…” She shuddered hard.
I smiled with her tit in my mouth. Then plunged two fingers into her wet waiting pussy.
“Mmmm….” Was all she had to say now.
I pumped my fingers into her wet pussy as I sucked and tweaked her other nipple.
Squirming and panting, she got wetter and wetter.
I then rose up and stopped.
“Ahhh, no!” she hissed in frustration.
I shook my head as I smirked at her. “Punishment and a lesson, remember?”
Her eyes burned at me. “I refuse to go through with this!”
I laughed and looked over her gloriously sweet body which now gleamed with a light sheen of sweat. “You will be begging me…”
“Hmph!” She pouted looking resolute.
I stared at that luscious mouth in a pout then scooted down to place my head between her thighs.
“No. You wouldn’t!” she seethed.
I positioned myself just right. My face right up to that sw
eet snatch. Her scent made my cock harden even more. I reached up and with my fingers, I parted her lips. “Yummm…” I growled low.
“Nooo. Jax!”
“Yes…” I stuck my tongue out, licked her little nub, and watched it pulse. Then licked it again.
“Jaxso—”
I latched on and suckled like my life depended on it.
“Oohhhh.” Chloe writhed with pleasure.
I smiled as I suckled then brought my other hand up and leveled two fingers into her seeping pussy.
Her panting and growling grew loud. As she literally fucked my fingers. Her pussy clenched.
I knew she was close again to coming, so I rose up and smacked my lips.
“JAX!” she shouted.
I swiped my lip and gazed at that beautiful but furious face of hers. “Yes, babe?”
“Oh! You did it again. I was almost…” Her hands fisted. “You better be careful with this, or…”
“Or what?” I titled my head at her.
“I-I don’t know! But payback is a bitch Jaxson Coltrane!”
“Oh, so you’re gonna tie me up and have your way with me?” I teased.
“This is so not funny!”
I sat up a bit more and grabbed my cock.
Her eyes dropped to my hand wrapped around myself.
I gave myself a long, leisurely stroke. A bead of precum dripped from my tip.
She swallowed hard.
“You want it?” I whispered to her.
Her chest heaved as she licked her lips.
My cock responded to the sight of her tongue peeking out and running along those luscious lips that I loved to have wrapped around my cock, as it throbbed and hardened. If I didn’t think she was mad enough to actually bite me, I would… I smirked and shook my head as I lowered myself to between her sweet, creamy thighs again.
“Jax!” She squirmed and panted on the bed.
“Yes?” I answered in a calm tone as I took my cock and rubbed my precum over her clit. “I love how this looks on you, my cum and your juices.” I caressed my tip over her clit thoroughly… up then down.
