Bull (The Kings of Mayhem MC Book 6)
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Bull
Kings of Mayhem MC Series Book 6
Penny Dee
Copyright 2020 Penny Dee
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BULL
I lost my wife on a rainy night almost two decades ago.
Since then, my heart has been a barren wasteland.
It only knows love for family and the club.
And for revenge.
Then I meet Taylor and I know I’m doomed.
Because she’s everything I didn’t know I wanted.
Everything I’ve denied myself for years.
But my club is about to storm headfirst into a war and I can’t afford the distraction.
Yet I can’t get her out of my head.
We both say we’re not interested.
But we are both liars.
TAYLOR
For years we’ve been running from my past.
My kid brother and me.
Hiding in the shadows.
Now we have a chance for a new life in a new town … far, far away from trouble.
I crave freedom and a quiet, simple life for us both.
The last thing I expect is to fall for the enigmatic biker king, Michael “Bull” Western.
He is magnificent.
White-hot and scorching.
With the touch of an angel and eyes of the devil.
He could be the love of my life.
But I have a secret.
A very big secret indeed …
Bull is book six in the Kings of Mayhem MC series. For readers 18+
For Laurie
I can still remember how excited you were when I told you about my idea for an MC story. How you read the prologue to book one and got super enthusiastic about it. When self-doubt set in, you were there, encouraging me to continue. As a result, the Kings of Mayhem were born. So I’d like to take this opportunity to thank you. Many years ago, you reached out to me on Facebook, and it changed my writing career because I was so inexperienced at the time, and you taught me so much about the indie book world. I am so grateful to you, my friend, and I hope the future is as sparkling and wonderful for you as you deserve it to be.
Much love,
Penny
The Calley Family
Hutch Calley (deceased) married Sybil Stone
Griffin Calley
Garrett Calley (deceased)
Griffin Calley married Peggy Russell
Isaac Calley (deceased)
Abby Calley
Garrett Calley married Veronica Western
Chance Calley
Cade Calley
Caleb Calley
Chastity Calley
The Western Family
Michael ‘Bull’ Western
Veronica ‘Ronnie’ Western
Bull (President)
Cade (VP)
Ruger (SAA)
Chance
Caleb
Davey
Vader
Joker
Cool Hand
Griffin
Matlock
Maverick
Animal
Yale
Tully
Nitro
Hawke
Ari
Picasso
Caveman
Reuben (honorary member)
Prospect 1
Prospect 2
Employees of the Kings
Red (Chef, clubhouse housekeeper)
Randy (Clubhouse barman)
Mrs Stephens (Bookkeeper, administration)
Blurb
Dedication
Path of Family
Kings of Mayhem MC
Table of Contents
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
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty-One
Chapter Fifty-Two
Chapter Fifty-Three
Chapter Fifty-Four
Chapter Fifty-Five
Chapter Fifty-Six
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Chapter Sixty
Chapter Sixty-One
Chapter Sixty-Two
Epilogue
Playlist
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BULL
Eighteen Years Ago
My wife was going to kill me. I was due home more than an hour ago and I was only now walking out the door. I know she’s cooked me dinner, because today she found out the sex of our baby and instead of telling me over the phone, she wanted to tell me face to face. And in typical Wendy style, she was going to make it a big deal. Because in reality, it was a big damn deal.
We were having a baby and I was beyond e
xcited.
My cell phone rang.
Speak of the devil.
Wendy.
My gorgeous wife of three months.
The woman I couldn’t get enough of.
The woman now four months pregnant with my baby.
I flicked open my phone. “Hey, babe.”
“Please tell me you’re on your way home.”
“I’m out the door. I promise.”
“Good, because dinner is almost ready and I want to celebratory-fuck my husband before we eat. So, you need to get your sexy ass home now.”
I grinned. What my wife wanted, my wife would get. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Did you get the wine?”
Fuck.
Her doctor told her she was allowed one glass of wine to celebrate. And in Wendy’s words, she wanted to make it count with a bottle of Stags’ Leap Viognier. It was her favorite. The same bottle we drank the night I asked her to marry me. Unfortunately, there was only one liquor store in town that sold it, and it was in the opposite direction of the clubhouse.
“I’ll get it on the way home.”
She growled but she wasn’t angry. “The liquor store is in the opposite direction. I’ll go. You just get your sexy ass home. I want you naked and ready when I get back.”
It started to rain as I pulled out of the clubhouse parking lot. My Harley was being painted, so I was driving the club’s van for the next two days. It was rush-hour traffic, and as my headlights cut into the late afternoon gloom, I made my way out of town toward the watermelon fields where Wendy and I lived in a renovated, sixties bungalow. Out here the traffic was lighter, but as I approached the water tower on the edge of town, the traffic crawled to a stop.
It was raining hard now. Impatiently, I tapped the steering wheel. It had been almost an hour since I’d told Wendy I’d be home. I took off my dark glasses to peer through the windshield. I had a rare form of color blindness. One that doesn’t tolerate light. So, I had to wear dark glasses nearly all the time. It’s also given me eyes the color of arctic ice. As a kid, I used to scare all the other kids with my unholy demon eyes. And as an adult, things weren’t much different. You can see the dread on people’s faces when I remove my glasses and they see my otherworldly irises. Oddly enough, it scares the men, but it attracts the ladies.
I wiped the fog from the windshield. Up ahead, red and blue lights cut into the bad weather. This stretch of road was notorious for accidents. Especially when it rained. And by the look of this one, we were going to be stuck for a while.
I reached for my phone and tried ringing Wendy to tell her I’d be late, but it went to voicemail. A second call did the same.
An ambulance raced past me on the side of the road, followed by a patrol car.
Slowly the minutes ticked by. I continued to thumb the steering wheel, knowing I was letting my wife down.
Again.
I’m working on it, baby. Don’t give up on me. I love you so damn much.
The rain slowed to a gentle sprinkling, and as we inched toward the wreckage, I peered through the windshield to get a better look.
Two cars had collided head on. One had crossed onto the wrong side of the road and had a blanket covering the windshield. The driver obviously dead.
But the other car…
The one it had run into.
It took a moment to register.
The crumpled wreckage.
The license plate.
The shock of blonde hair trailing out the open window.
The blood.
Dread washed over me.
Wendy.
I ripped open the door.
Wendy.
My feet barely touched the ground.
Wendy.
My legs struggled to keep up with my desperation to reach her. I ran toward the wreck, pushing past people and calling her name. A police officer tried to stop me, but I shoved him out of the way. I could see Wendy trapped inside. Her eyes were open, her brow pulled in with pain. She’s alive. Dear God, thank you. A paramedic was treating her through the smashed-out window. I launched at the broken remains of her car and dropped to my knees. Recognition lit up in her eyes.
“Baby, I’m here. I’m here.”
Her eyes focused on me. And she smiled softly. “Michael…”
I reached for her hand.
Christ, there was so much blood.
“Yeah, baby, I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.” I looked at the paramedic. Please, save her. Please, save my wife. I squeezed Wendy’s fingers. They were stone cold. “You’re going to be alright.”
“I feel okay…” she said, sleepily. “I was going to get wine… he came out of nowhere… I want to go home.”
“I know, sweetheart. They’ll have you out of here soon, okay?”
“I’m cold…”
“It’s raining.”
“It is?” She looked around her, dazed.
“Don’t move, baby.”
Her eyes suddenly widened with terror, as if she only now realized what was happening. Panicking, she started to struggle.
“You’re going to have to calm down, darlin’,” the paramedic said as he tried to inject some kind of medication into her IV.
Wendy stared at me, her eyes round with fear.
“It’s going to be okay, baby, I promise. But you need to let them work on you so they can get you out of here.”
She started to cry but took a deep breath to fight back her tears. “The baby…”
My eyes dropped to her lap. There was so much blood.
I soothed her damp brow with my fingers, pushing back her wet and bloody hair. “You and our baby are coming home with me, do you hear me? You’re both coming home with me.”
She searched my face for reassurance. When she found it, she relaxed and her eyes softened. She’s going to be fine. But when I glanced at the paramedic, the look on his face told me a completely different story.
“I’m so tired,” Wendy said. Her lids were heavy. “Is our baby okay?”
“Our baby is fine. You’re fine.”
A small, weak smile softened her lips.
“I was so excited when I found out I was having your baby… I love you so much…”
“And I love you…”
“I wanted us to have a big family…”
Oh God, she’s talking like it’s not going to happen.
“And we will…”
“Promise?”
I nodded. I was crying. Because somewhere deep inside, I already knew things weren’t going to work out that way.
“Michael….”
“Yeah, baby…?”
But she didn’t answer.
She became very still.
I gently shook her, but she was like stone. And in that moment of pure agony, I watched the light go out of her eyes.
“No, no, no, no…!” Fear roared through me and my body started to shake. “Wendy…baby!” I turned to the paramedic. “Do something!”
But he just shook his head. “I’m sorry, sir. There’s nothing we can do.”
I turned back to my wife. Rain poured from the sky, hitting her soft white skin and mingling with her blood.
She was gone.
No!
A primal scream ripped from my body.
Wendy.
My life.
Gone.
I collapsed against the wreckage and my body heaved with the sudden grief, my brain tilting with the sheer agony of it all.
Someone pulled me away.
“I’m sorry, son.” It was Deputy Buckman. I fought him and tried to get back to Wendy. I turned and tried to shake him free, but his grip on me was tight. And somehow, through the fog of panic, my mind was able to register the meaning of the blanket being draped over the window, and the agony that followed was excruciating.
My wife.
My knees weakened.
My baby.
I fell to the ground.
How was this possible?
Rai
n battered my skin as I fell back and screamed into the stormy sky.
And in that moment, I prayed for the heavens to erupt with lightning and take me out with one violent bolt.
Instead, strong hands pulled me to my feet, and through my pain I realized it was Garrett, the club’s president. Where had he come from? Had Deputy Buckman called him? I fought him but I was numb, weakened by my devastation, and no match against his strength. He hauled me to his chest and held me there, his strong hand pressing into the nape of my neck.
“I’ve got you, brother. I’ve got you.”
I shook against him as the shock sank into my bones. I couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t breathe.
All I could see were Wendy’s vacant eyes.
All I could feel were her fingers going limp against mine.
All I could hear was the fall of the rain as the life I knew slipped away from me.
Seventeen Years Ago
Rain soaked the green grass of the cemetery as I stumbled my way down the muddy slope toward my wife’s tombstone. Bourbon sloshed on my boots and fogged my brain.
I was a mess.
A fucking shell of a man.
I put the bottle of whiskey to my lips and bit back the burn as it made its way through my chest. I took another swig, hoping it would wash away the never-ending pain, and ran the back of my hand across my mouth.
I was in hell.
And I was done.
I stared at the gun in my hand.
I had tried. No one could say that I hadn’t. For twelve fucking months I had dragged myself out of bed every single fucking day, existing only to put one foot in front of the other. I ate. I worked. I pushed my body to the extreme at the gym. And sometimes I even fucked just so I could feel something—anything but the pain of losing Wendy—hating myself more and more with every passing day without her. Because no matter how hard I tried to keep her alive, the love of my life was dead, and every day I could feel the memory of her pulling further and further away from me.
Yeah, I was done with this shit.
If there was a heaven, then heaven was where I wanted to be.
With her.
And if there was no heaven, if there was just darkness waiting on the other side, then that would be fine too.
Anything but this.
I gripped the handle of the gun and stared at Wendy’s tombstone. I’m coming, baby. I raised my arm and pressed the gun to my temple.