Unmask (Adrenaline Series (Stand Alone) Book 4)

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by Neal, Xavier


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  Love bad boys and motorcycles? Try Destruction, book 1 in the Masters of Destruction Series by Salice Rodgers.

  Destruction Excerpt

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  Prologue

  I didn’t have a bad life. My mom is a college professor and my dad is a cop. In high school, I was the head cheerleader and in love with the football star who later became my best friend. Unfortunately, we just didn’t work as girlfriend/boyfriend. He had dreams of moving away and making a name for himself as a professional football player. I didn’t want to leave home. This was my home. This was what I have known my whole life. Starting over with new friends and a new life didn’t fit into my plans. . It didn’t make sense to him, which is why we broke up and he moved away. I still talk to him. Once in a while he calls to tell me how training is going and how life as the star football player is going.

  I work at our famously awesome police station with my dad. No, I am not a cop. I wasn’t cut out for that. I do paperwork and take 911 calls. We live in a small town of about three hundred people in the middle of bum fucked nowhere Alabama. The most exciting thing to happen in our town is a parade each Fourth of July. Everyone knows everyone and everyone knows everyone’s business.

  We have a motorcycle club that has been in our town since I was a child. I can remember my parents taking me to the parade and scrunching their noses as each biker rode past us. My dad would make comments about how they were trouble.

  “Those men ruin this town,” he would say.

  He would catch me staring and cover my eyes like you would if you were watching a horror movie and something gory happened and you didn’t want to watch it. The image was there but the sound stayed forever. That was what stuck with me – the sound of the motorcycles and the bikers with one hand hanging down as they drove by and waved at us.

  I wanted the thrill of sitting on a motorcycle and feeling it purr. Having my arms wrapped around the man I love in front of me, smelling the leather of his cut and knowing that when I go into town I was his. Nobody or nothing could touch me.

  Chapter One

  “911 what is your emergency?” I say into the headpiece leaning back in my seat.

  When you live in a town like Buckers and nothing happens my job can be a little boring. The line is open for a while with no one saying a word. I lean towards my computer screen and hope that maybe just maybe something might actually be going on that will be a little interesting. After a few seconds the line goes dead and I roll my eyes.

  The door to my office opens and in walks Officer Dad. He hates when I call him that but I feel weird saying Officer Malcolm to my own father.

  “Hey, Cupcake, how’s work in this busy town?” he says and sits down across from me at my desk.

  After the chief watched me struggle to hear a 911 call in a room full of police officers wanting to joke around with one another, I got my own office in the back of the police station. No we don’t get many calls but we would like to hear the ones that we do get.

  I am not a fan of macho men walking around talking about whose muscles are bigger while they wait for a reason to leave the station. You would not believe some of the conversations they have when they are bored.

  “It’s so busy I just don’t know how I am going to keep up, Officer Dad,” I say and smirk at him watching as he rolls his eyes and straightens his suit.

  He is one of the tallest officers on the force standing at seven feet tall with salt and pepper hair. He works out with all the other officers to keep in shape so his muscles push out of his suit making it look like he could have gotten a larger size.

  “You know I hate it when you say that,” my dad quips.

  “Yep, I know. Going on lunch?”

  “Yep, I wanted to come see if you wanted something? Mom made chicken fingers and fries, our favorite.”

  “Sure. Dad, I know this is a weird question but is there anything going on in town?”

  “No.” He quickly looks away from me and picks at fake lint on his jeans and I know that he is lying.

  I will hear soon enough. I am twenty-eight but for some reason he still tries to shield me from everything.

  “Okay,” I say and leave it at that.

  I don’t want to fight with him and I know that is what will happen. I am an only child and always have been daddy’s little girl. When I told him I would be working at the police station I think he lost a year off his life until I told him it would be working from behind a desk and not a badge.

  I watch as he stands from his chair and walks around to meet me leaning in and kissing my cheek.

  “I will be back in a few, Cupcake.” With that he walks out the door and the conversation is over before it even starts.

  My phone rings again and I hope that maybe just maybe this time someone will say something.

  “911 what is your emergency?”

  “My son joined that damn biker thing,” an elderly voice says on the other end of the phone.

  “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me. He is a prospect now, whatever the hell that means.”

  She tries to muffle the phone and I have to put my hand over my mouth so she doesn’t hear me laughing. I wanted someone to talk to me at the other end of the call but I didn’t know what she thought we could do. Masters of Destruction, MOD as most say, has been a motorcycle club, or MC club, here since I was little. They have people in town who love them and others who hate them. You know, the normal for any club. I personally think they are misunderstood and the MC name does nothing to help the ones who hate them.

  “Ma’am… Ma’am?” I yell into the phone.

  I can hear her yelling at her son Seth. She has yelled his name over and over and told him to take off the ugly jacket.

  “I am here. He won't take this thing off!” she yells.

  I know that there is nothing we can do but I have to offer to send someone to her home to at least calm her down so I do just that.

  “Yes I want someone here! They need to talk to him and let him know how stupid he is!”

  “An officer is on the way, ma’am.”

  She thanks me and hangs up the phone yelling. I can’t help but giggle as I put out the call with her address for the officers. Whoever gets this call is going to really love that woman.

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