Ashes & Embers Series Collection (Books 1 to 4)

by Carian Cole

  QUOTE

  “Loving me will not be easy, loving me will be war.

  You will hold the gun and I will hand you the bullets.

  So breathe, and embrace the beauty of the massacre that lies ahead.”

  - R. M. Drake

  A NOTE

  Dear Reader,

  First, my sincerest thanks for reading my books. It means the world to me to have my stories read.

  If you’ve read Storm, or the other books in the Ashes & Embers series, you know those guys are mostly sweet and sexy, and there are quite a few humorous scenes.

  Vandal is much different. He’s dark; tortured and damaged. He’s not very sweet, and he is rarely funny. However, as he learns to give and accept love, he has some fleeting moments that may make you swoon, or at least want to reach through the pages and give him a hug or offer him a smile.

  There are what some may consider triggers in this book. It deals with the tragic death of a child and the grief of her family. It shows the self destruction a person dealing with guilt may go through. Our Hero has had a rough past, and his demons still haunt him as he tries to navigate through the blows that life keeps handing him. He has addictions. He occasionally cuts. He can be an asshole. He has control issues and fetishes that involve light BDSM.

  This is not a sweet romance. It’s the story of two people dealing with grief, despair, and anger in ways that you may not agree with. Please keep reading. Please try not to judge. People behave in very strange ways when they are attempting to cope with circumstances that are tearing them apart. That doesn’t make them bad people, that makes them human. None of us are perfect.

  I have always been drawn to the dark, raw beauty of damaged people. I want to love them, when usually no one else will. Vandal is based on someone I love. That person loved me, broke my heart, then put it back together again. Our love was not an easy love, but it was a real love. This book is my tribute to him.

  If this sort of story is not your cup of tea, you can easily skip this book and move to the next in the series. I do hope you’ll give Vandal a chance, though.

  Thank you!

  CHAPTER 1

  VANDAL

  I’M balls deep in my latest blonde when my cell phone starts to vibrate, skidding across the nightstand beside my bed. I drive harder into her, her mile-long legs wrapping tighter around my waist, cherry-red nails digging into her palms, chains clanking against the mahogany headboard.

  “Ignore it,” she hisses when I glance over at the buzzing device.

  I should have gagged her, too.

  I might have ignored the call if I liked her more and if I didn’t hate being told what to do, but instead I stop moving, my dick still stuck deep inside her, and reach across her face to pick up my phone.

  “What?” I say, holding the phone against my head, disregarding the writhing chick beneath me.

  “You’re late.” Her voice in my ear is bitter and annoyed. As usual.

  “Uh, I left you a voicemail hours ago saying I’d bring her home tomorrow. She was exhausted and cranky, so I just let her go to bed.”

  “You know I never check my fucking voicemail. I’ve been out all day and then fell asleep. I only just realized what time it was.”

  “She’s sleeping. Just let her stay here, and I’ll bring her back in the morning.”

  Things crash and bang on the other end, and I hold the phone away from my ear. “No, Vandal. You know the rules. You bring her back by eight o’clock. You don’t get to just extend your time whenever you feel like it. It’s after ten already.”

  I shift my weight, my dick softening. Renee shakes her head at me with annoyance, pulling at her chained hands.

  Join the club, honey.

  “Deb, it’s late. She’s sleeping. I’m fucking flat-out exhausted. By the time I wake her up, deal with her crying because she doesn’t want to leave, and get her packed up and to your place, it will be after midnight.”

  Her voice is razor-bitch-sharp. “I don’t fucking care, Vandal! And don’t think I can’t hear the chains in the background. I know exactly what you’re doing. I’ll call my lawyer right now and tell him you’re violating the agreement. I want my daughter home. Now. You’ve had her for a week.”

  I narrow my eyes at the clanking chains and the bitch purposely making sure she was heard making them clink.

  There’s no way I’m going back to court. Not again.

  “So, what’s a few more hours? She’s asleep in her bed. She had a great day at the zoo, and she’s tired. Let her stay. I’ll take her for breakfast and have her home by nine. What’s the big fucking deal?”

  “The big fucking deal is you don’t get what you want whenever you want it just because you’re a rock star. I want her here tonight or I’m calling my lawyer!”

  Click.

  I let out a long, aggravated breath and roll off of Renee.

  “Seriously?” she asks as I release her hands from the shackles. “We’re kinda in the middle of something.”

  I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, toss my condom in the trash, and reach for our clothes on the floor, throwing hers over to her.

  “I don’t have much of a fucking choice, do I? I can’t deal with any more lawyer shit. I love seeing my kid; I can’t risk Deb getting her tits twisted and trying to take more visitation away from me.” It took me two years to pass enough drug and alcohol tests to get the visitation I have. I’m not fucking it up. “Put your clothes on and mind your own business,” I growl.

  “Can’t I just stay here? I don’t feel like driving around with you and your kid all night.”

  Standing, I pull my jeans up to my hips and zip them, not bothering to button them.

  “No. Last time I let a chick stay here alone, she went through my shit. That privilege has been permanently revoked.” I pause. “Unless I leave you chained to my bed while I’m gone.”

  “Asshole,” she mutters under her breath as I leave the room. Ignoring her, I pull my boots on as I shuffle down the hallway to my daughter’s bedroom.

  Katie, the one and only ray of sunshine in my life, is fast asleep in her bed, the pink comforter wrapped snug around her. I sit on the edge of the mattress and turn on the small lamp above it.

  I give her a gentle shake. “Wake up, baby girl.”

  She stirs, hugging her teddy bear to her chest. Her big brown eyes that look just like mine flutter open and stare at me sleepily.

  “Come on, sweetheart. I have to take you home.”

  She scrunches up her face. “Nooo, Daddy. I sleep here with you.”

  I brush the dark curls off her face. “I know, sweetie, but Mommy misses you a lot and wants you to come home now.”

  The tears start, cracking my heart in two, and I hate that witch for making me do this. If I had my way, I’d have sole custody and would make sure she never had to go stay at her crazy mother’s house. The last thing I ever wanted was to have a kid with some bitch I can’t even stand, but a night of drinking, drugs, and big tits resulted in exactly that.

  My daughter clutches my hand. “Daddy, I don’t want to go.”

  Gently, I pick her up and hold her close to me, and she immediately wraps her arms around my neck. I breathe in her baby scent, knowing I’m not going to hold her for another two weeks. Every time I see her she’s bigger, talking more, playing with different kinds of toys. I hate Deb, but I refuse to let my daughter have a fucked up childhood like I did, with a father who skipped out and never looked back. It’s bad enough she’s got a selfish bitch for a mother and a recovering addict father who’s in a rock band and likes to chain women up. I make sure when she’s with me she gets tons of love and attention—no matter what.

  “Don’t cry, Katie-bug. I’m going to see you real soon. I promise.” I wipe her tears with my thumb and smile at her, not wanting her to pick up on my annoyance with her mother. For a five-year-old, she’s amazingly in tune with my moods and feelings.

  She pushes her favorite teddy bear into my face. �
�Teddy wants to stay with you, Daddy. He’ll take care of you.”

  I laugh and take Teddy from her. “I’m going to let him sleep in your bed. He’ll be right here waiting for you when you come back,” I say, tucking Teddy under the comforter.

  She gives me her best smile as I kiss her soft cheek. I carry her out to the living room where Renee is perched on the couch, clad in a mini skirt and high heels.

  “Can we go so we can get back here and finish what we started?” Renee has a one-track mind, and willingly spreads for me like peanut butter. Any time. Anywhere. That’s something I like when I’m getting what I want, but she becomes annoying as all hell when I’m not screwing her.

  Balancing Katie on my hip, I grab her duffel bag of clothes and my car keys. “Renee, I’m completely exhausted. I just want to sleep when I get back home. Alone. You can stay in the guest room. Take it or leave it, but I still ain’t letting you stay in my house by yourself.”

  Katie rests her head on my shoulder, already falling asleep again. The past few days have been crazy, with visits to the zoo, a carnival, and two local hospitals, where Katie and I visited sick kids and brought them teddy bears. It’s something we started doing last year when a little girl in her daycare program had a long hospital stay. Last night, after putting Katie to bed, I stayed up all night laying tracks for the band’s new CD. According to my quick math, I haven’t slept in more than twenty-six hours.

  “If she wanted her back so damn badly, why couldn’t she drive here herself and get her?” Renee whines as she follows me into the garage. I buckle a drowsy Katie into the car seat in the back and motion for Renee to get into the passenger side.

  “Let’s go. Get in the car.”

  Yawning, I get behind the wheel of my new Mustang and push the button for the garage door as Renee slides in next to me.

  “This fucking blows,” she mutters.

  “Don’t swear in front of my kid. I don’t want her growing up thinking woman should talk like that. I said you could stay for a few days while your apartment is being painted, but I didn’t agree to have you nagging at me non-stop. You know the deal – you’re a toy. Nothing else. How you feel about anything doesn’t matter to me. So shut it or go stay in a hotel.”

  Renee shakes her head and slouches in her seat. “Whatever, Van.”

  I turn to check on Katie once more before I back out of the driveway. She’s fast asleep, her head tilted to the side, her lips parted. I can’t help but smile. I love that kid.

  Fifteen minutes into the drive and Renee is asleep, too. I’m fighting to stay awake myself; the dark, tree-lined roads are almost lulling me. I pop some gum into my mouth, hoping the sugar will give me some energy, and turn the radio up a tiny bit more, eyeing Katie in the rearview mirror to make sure it doesn’t wake her. She’s used to loud music, but I don’t want to risk her waking and having a meltdown.

  Fingers strumming on the steering wheel, I start making a mental list of what I need to do tomorrow. Sleep late. Drink a gallon of coffee. Pick up Lukas. Drive to the studio and practice. Ignore Ash and his shit. Maybe go to dinner with Lukas and try to be all fuckin’ brotherly. Go home, chill with some good movies, and …

  CHAPTER 2

  VANDAL

  A FARAWAY VOICE is saying my name. It’s echoing, as if it’s coming down a long tunnel. I try to shut it out, but it keeps breaking through, rousing me from the deep, quiet space I’m floating in.

  “He’s awake. Vandal, we’re here.” Lukas is leaning over me, and he looks pretty fucked up, as if he’s wasted. But I know he’s not. One thing I know about the brother I don’t know, is that he doesn’t party.

  “Can you hear me?” Concern rips across his face.

  “What the fuck?” I try to sit up. “Where am I?” A mix of severe confusion and pain slams into my skull as I try to figure out how I got where I am.

  Another face peers over me. “Vandal, just relax. You’re in the hospital. We’re here.” Aria. My aunt. She’s clutching my hand at the side of the bed.

  I’m in a hospital bed.

  “What the fuck is going on?” I yank my hand out of hers.

  “You were in an accident. You’re going to be all right.” Aria’s voice is calm, as it always is, but her eyes darting over to Lukas tell a different story. She glances over to Lukas again and then flicks her gaze towards the door. “Go and find the doctor,” she tells him. He looks at me for a moment and then nods at her before disappearing from my view.

  I turn back to my aunt. She looks so distraught I almost feel bad for wrenching my hand away from her. Almost.

  “What the fuck’s going on?” I ask her. Behind her, white blinds cover the window, but the sun is visible through the slats. The sun seems out of place to me. Like it shouldn’t be there right now, because just a few minutes ago, I was driving Katie home in the dark. My head snaps back to Aria.

  “Katie . . . where’s Katie?”

  Tears start to pool and shimmer in her eyes as she grabs ahold of my hand again. I notice her eyes shift to the door and then back to me.

  “Vandal . . . honey . . .” Her voice cracks, and she covers her mouth with her hand, struggling to compose herself. Aria is a woman that reeks of elegance and class. A famed romance author, she is never at a loss for words and always knows the right thing to say at the right time. I secretly admire her, and envy her sons for having such an amazing woman for a mother. Unlike the crack-whore who spat me out.

  “Aria, where the fuck is my daughter?” The fear building in me is so intense that I can actually hear it. It’s a roar in my ears and in my brain, attempting to drown my own thoughts out of my head. “Where the fuck is she?”

  She shakes her head, tears falling down her cheeks. “She didn’t make it,” she whispers.

  No.

  No. No. No.

  “You tell me where my daughter is.” My voice comes out in a raspy, nasty whisper. My chest is heaving in and out uncontrollably, yet I feel as if I can’t breathe.

  Lukas comes back into the room with a doctor and a nurse following him. I reach for my younger brother and grab his arm hard. “Lukas, where’s Katie? She’s in the waiting room, right? Out there? Can you bring her in here?”

  The doctor steps forward. “Mr. Dawson, I’m so sorry—”

  I interrupt him before he can finish. “I’m talking to my fucking brother.” I turn back to Lukas, and he’s slowly shaking his head. His hair falls into his face, but not before I see that he’s crying.

  “Please, just bring her to me, Lukas . . . she’s gotta be scared . . . she’s okay, right?” My head is spinning and I grip the sheets, trying to ground myself. She can’t be gone. This is just like that time she wandered off at the mall and was lost for ten minutes. I felt this same exact fear then, but she came back. She’ll come back again.

  “Vandal, she’s gone.”

  “Shut the fuck up, Lukas!” I turn to the doctor, my pulse racing. The machines I’m hooked up to start beeping and flashing like a 1980s arcade game. “Just bring me my fucking daughter, please.”

  “Mr. Dawson, you had a collision with another car. Your daughter, female passenger, and the driver of the other car didn’t make it. There was another passenger who sustained serious injuries. I’m very sorry for your loss. We did everything we could, but unfortunately, your daughter’s injuries were too severe. You’ve suffered a head injury and several cracked ribs, as well as many bruises and lacerations over most of your body. I know this is very tragic news, but it’s important that you remain calm for your own well-being.”

  “Fuck you!” I lurch up in the bed and a stabbing pain knifes through my ribs and across my skull. “All of you. Get away from me. Deb put you up to this, right? To take Katie away from me? I’ll kill that fucking bitch!”

  Lukas puts his hand on my shoulder. “No, Van, you gotta rest, okay? I’m gonna stay right here. I won’t leave you.”

  I shove his hand off me. “Fuck off. All of you, just fuck off!” Sitting up, I swing m
y legs over the edge of the bed, but a wave of dizziness and nausea comes over me. I grab onto the edge of the bed as the doctor and nurse rush over to grab my arms, pushing my brother aside.

  “Mr. Dawson, we’re going to give you a sedative to help you calm down.” Before I realize what’s happening, the nurse is injecting the medication into my IV drip. Within seconds, my head starts to swim, and I feel even more nauseous. Katie . . . she can’t be gone. Not my baby girl. My only light. They must be wrong. There’s no way she could be gone.

  “We’ll have the toxicology report in a few hours.” The doctor’s voice sounds fuzzy and far away.

  “Thank you, Doctor,” Aria replies. “We appreciate your discretion, and for your help with maintaining privacy. My husband will be here soon to help with the arrangements.”

  “Wait,” Lukas says. “What toxicology report? He’s totally clean.”

  “It’s standard procedure in cases like this. It’s part of the accident investigation,” the doctor advises.

  My head aches even more as I try to think back to the previous night. I remember being tired, trying to stay awake as I was driving. I remember watching Katie in the mirror. And then nothing. It’s blank. Holy fuck. Did I fall asleep while I was driving? Did I kill my baby? And Renee? Fuck. Fuck.

  My chest heaves uncontrollably. “Lukas . . . I think I fell asleep. Fucking shit. Katie . . . please tell me this isn’t happening . . . please, Lukas . . .” Every muscle in my body trembles, my skin crawling with intense fear.

  Lukas and Aria appear above me again, and my aunt talks to me very softly. “Honey, it was an accident. A horrible accident. It’s not your fault. We’re going to get through this together, okay? We’re all going to be here for you. You’re not alone, I promise you. We all know it was an accident.” An accident.

  “The other car may have hit you. That road is dark at night; there are barely any lights. We don’t know what happened. We’ll find out soon,” Lukas adds.

  My head throbs. I can’t remember anything about what happened, no matter how hard I try. I can only remember feeling tired. I reach up to touch my head and find bandages there.