by KB Winters
CAOS MC
The Series
By Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author
KB Winters
Copyright © 2017 BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC
Published By: BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC
Mick
CAOS MC
By KB Winters
Copyright © 2017 BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC
Published By: BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC
Copyright and Disclaimer
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Contents
CAOS MC - The Series
Mick
Copyright and Disclaimer
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Epilogue
Cash
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Roddick
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Epilogue
Torch
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
Epilogue
Baz
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue
Crossfire
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
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Acknowledgements
About The Author
Prologue
Talon – One month ago
My father was dead. To be fair, I thought my dad had been dead all of my twenty-three years because that was what my mom had told me. She said he died before I was born and had no family. So, it had always been just the two of us. Mom and me against the world. No father for me unless you count mom’s string of boyfriends who had no use for a curious little girl in need of male attention.
Obviously, that was all a lie because I finally sat down with the baby faced lawyer in the expensive blue suit who’d been hounding me for weeks to learn that my father had actually died less than a year ago. Nine months to be exact. How could I not feel it? How could I not know that while I wished and prayed for some kind of family as my mom lay dying in the cancer ward, someone else had been out there? He’d been looking for me my whole life.
And only months after his death had he succeeded. Damn. Actually, the lawyer told me a friend of my dad felt compelled to finish the search after his death and that right there turned me into a hot mess of emotions because that kind of friendship was rare. Special.
I had so many mixed up thoughts and feelings about all the information that had just been dumped on me, and I just sat on the wall overlooking Lake Michigan to try and clear my mind. Sometimes the cool breeze off the water helped, but I had a feeling nothing could help me now. And the worst part about it? My mom wasn’t here anymore, so I couldn’t ask her why she kept me from him. Why she denied me a father. I didn’t know if I wanted to scream, puke or cry.
At first, I thought maybe she’d been afraid of him, but as I remembered the things she’d told me—he fixed motorcycles, had a great laugh, played the guitar like a pro—I realized that she still loved him. Even years after fleeing and hiding from him, she loved him. So why, Mom?
Sliding off the wall, I made my way back to the parking garage a few blocks away and decided I’d give my boyfriend, Damon, a chance to help me figure things out. According to the lawyer, my dad Magnus Ashbee—funny how we still had the same last name—spent the past thirty years in a small California town along the Mexican border called Brently. He owned a house on a few acres of land plus a diner, and now it was all mine.
If I was ready to step up and claim it.
By the time I made it home, I was no closer to a decision. I couldn’t deny a certain amount of interest about my dad’s life all these years. Did he have a wife or other children? Did I have brothers and sisters? Was he happy? Did he hate Mom for hiding from him all these years? The curiosity burned in my gut with the need to know.
I probably should’ve been paying more attention because I didn’t even notice my best friend Abby’s car in the drive, though her teal hobo bag lay across the sofa and her laughter rang out from the kitchen. With a smile at the laughter I heard, I shrugged off my jacket and hung it up then followed the laughter. No, not the laughter I corrected as my eyes settled on the scene before me. Giggles. Abby was fucking giggling. With her bare legs wrapped around Damon’s waist while he sank his cock inside her.
“Guess you weren’t expecting me home so soon.”
Both of the lying, cheating cowards froze. Probably worried about how I might react. “Talon, babe let me explain. Shit!” Damon gave me that slick salesman smile that I fucking loathed. In that moment, I hated it more than I ever had.
I pushed my palm into the air and pinched my eyes closed, tamping down the fury of rage that fired through me. I heard the unmistakable sound of bodies untangling and forced my eyes open as Damon pulled out of Abby. Raw, I might add. “I’m not really interested in anything you have to say. Put your dick away and get out. Both of you.”
Abby slid off my kitchen table with her bare ass and stood in front of me, contrition shining in her traitorous green eyes. “Talon, we just got carried away—ow! What the fuck?” Now anger shone, and I dared her to retaliate, to give me a reason
to give her the beat down she really fucking deserved.
Yeah, I’m not ashamed to say I slapped the shit out of her. “I don’t give a shit what you have to say, you rotten skank. Get the fuck out and don’t come back.” When she didn’t move fast enough I pushed her, causing her head to slam against the wall. I had zero fucks left to give. “Go!”
“Talon baby, calm down. It was just a mistake.” Damon smiled that pop star grin, a flop of blond hair hanging over one eye.
I smiled at him and cupped his jaw. He really was a beautiful man with blond hair and clear baby blue eyes, but apparently, he had a slippery cock, and I didn’t share. “I doubt it was a mistake,” I told him as I raked my nails down his left cheek. “And I doubt it was the first time. What’s more—I don’t give a fuck. Get out, and don’t come back,” my voice tremored with anger.
“Ow, you crazy bitch! My face!” He held his cheek as blood trickled to the surface, and I smiled proudly. It’ll be hard for him to go into the office tomorrow with those marks on his pretty little face. “I’ll be back when you’ve calmed down,” he tossed over his shoulder as he strolled out of our apartment. Our former apartment, I amended.
I didn’t bother with a response because those two—the closest thing I had to family—had helped me make the decision I’d been struggling with for the past two hours.
Looked like I was going to Brently.
Chapter One
Mick
It was another fuckin’ beautiful day, and I should have been out on my bike letting the warm breeze brush my skin as the sun shone on my back. Instead, I was leaning against the house that used to belong to my mentor, my surrogate father, and my club brother. Magnus Ashbee had been gone for almost nine months, and I missed that old man more than I thought possible. Something about his death had left my guts churning with a desperate need to find the truth, and I’d figure it out. No matter what. Magnus was a decorated Navy SEAL. The man had done more covert operations than anyone I knew. He’d seen so much shit, it had changed him, made him realize who the real enemy was.
CAOS Five was actually started in the seventies by Vietnam vets. They were responsible for ridding the area of drugs permanently. Even before the fucking War on Drugs and before crack decimated whole neighborhoods and then meth, they had taken on drug traffickers, cartels, and gangs looking to get rich on the suffering of others. Now the rest of us continued their legacy. We did our own shit, mostly bikes, guns, and girls, but that shit never included drugs. Ever.
Figuring out the truth behind Magnus’ death was for another day, though, because I didn’t come by to stroll down memory lane. I stood out here waiting for the kid Magnus had never been able to find after two decades of searching. Going through his things after we put him in the ground, I knew I had to finish what he’d started. It had taken some time, but we’d found her. Talon. What a sexy ass name.
She stepped from the cute little red SUV, showing off shapely legs covered in short shorts and punctuated with those little wedge sandals with big loopy ribbons around the ankles. When she straightened, I saw she was a tiny thing, probably just over five feet, but enough curves to keep a hungry man satisfied. And dammit, I was starving. The red and white sleeveless blouse she wore tied at the waist gave her a Midwestern farm girl appeal that made my cock stand up and pay attention. Get it together, man, she’s Magnus’ daughter. “You Talon?”
She turned at the sound of my voice, silver eyes as wide as saucers. “Y-y-yep.”
She’s afraid of me. My lips curled up at that thought. Most women bent over backward and offered all kind of sexual depravity just for a night with me, and this little thing stuttered at the sight of me. “I don’t bite, darlin’, unless you ask me to.” I chuckled at the way pink rose up her bare skin.
She laughed, and damn that husky sound was another arrow of lust between my legs. “I’m not afraid, it’s just I’ve never seen someone like you in real life.” She reached forward, about to touch one of the tats on my arm, but she pulled back at the last minute. Damn. “You’re so big. And colorful,” she said, eyes again straying to the ink covering my arms. Then she licked her lips, and I wanted to believe there was desire in her eyes, but I couldn’t be sure.
I groaned and took a step back, forcing myself to remember who she was. “I guess all this was a pretty big surprise?” I motioned to the house and the land.
She nodded and explained that the lawyer had given her a couple letters written by Magnus. “My mom always told me he had died before I was born.” Her voice went wobbly, and I froze. Like most men, I couldn’t handle a woman crying. “Did you know him well? Was he a good man?”
I knew what she was asking because the world had exactly one view of motorcycle clubs. Thought they were gangsters, criminals, and all around outlaw assholes. Not CAOS. Sure, we were outlaws, but we had a code of honor. “Magnus was one of the best men I’ve ever known.”
“Really? How’d you meet him?” I stared at her ass for minute when she bent over to reach for a couple bags before remembering my manners.
I took the bags from her hands and led her inside, continuing, “Well, when I left the Navy, I had no idea what I wanted to do next, so I spent some time riding up and down the coast.” I couldn’t believe I was opening up to her so easily, but she was as easy to talk to as her dad had been. I took a long drag off my cigarette and continued, “I guess you could’ve called me a beach bum. I had plenty of money saved up and even if I didn’t, I didn’t have a desire to do anything. So, I took odd jobs just to break up the boredom.” I let out a chuckle. “One day my bike sputtered to a stop in the middle of the desert. Next town was fifty miles either way, and then I heard the roar of bikes. It was CAOS.”
Her brows bunched in confusion. “CAOS?”
“California Outlaw Sentinel. The club. Anyway, they stopped and your dad got my bike running long enough to get me back to town. We had a few drinks, hit it off and the next thing I know, I’m getting my cut.”
She turned her attention back on me from checking out the unfamiliar space, and her gray eyes smiled in my direction. “And they became your family.”
I couldn’t believe she understood. “More than that, they gave me a purpose when I was at loose ends. But yeah, Magnus was like a father to me and I knew he wanted you here, taking care of two things that meant the world to him. This place and the diner.”
“I’m glad you did. I never got a chance to thank you for giving me a piece of him…oh my God! I didn’t get your name. It’s like I completely forgot my manners.”
Damn, she was as adorable as she was sexy. “Mick.”
She took my hand which pretty much swallowed hers whole. “Nice to meet you, Mick. And thank you for this.”
“My pleasure.” I held her hand a little longer than I needed to, but she felt so damn soft. And she smelled like sunshine and honeysuckle.
Her mouth curled into a smile, those bee-stung lips tantalizing all on their own but with the glittery shiny shit on them—I couldn’t help but think about them wrapped around my cock. “I’d ask what you’re thinking right now, but I’m not sure I’m ready to hear it.”
I loved a girl with a sense of humor, and this chick seemed to have it in spades. Instead of throwing herself at me, she just talked.
“When you’re ready, I’ll be happy to share.”
She cocked her head to the side and gave me a small smile. Then she did the craziest thing, she doubled over with laughter. Her little body shook, and the husky laugh echoed in Magnus’ cavernous living room. “You know, Mick, I think I will.” She looked around the place again, and I wondered what she saw. An aging home with mismatched furniture? Or did she just see a home? “I didn’t intend for you to help me unload my stuff, but I appreciate the help. Can I buy you dinner as thanks? Wait, is there a place to eat this late in a small town?”
“Did you just offer to buy me dinner?” I scraped my hands over my beard and shook my head. Not once in my life had a woman bought me a meal or a dr
ink. Other than my mother, of course.
Talon froze, mouth open in shock. “Shit, sorry. You have a girlfriend who’d have a problem with it. No problem, just point me toward the food, and maybe I’ll just send you a six pack instead.” Shaking her head and mumbling to herself, she walked to the kitchen and began typing into her phone. “At least he’s faithful,” she muttered to herself.
“Talon?”
She jumped at the sound of my voice and whirled around. “Yeah?”
“What are you doing?”
“Creating a shopping list, why?”
“I thought you were buying dinner, or was that just a line?” I wondered if she had as much fight in her as I thought she did.
“I thought…but you said?” She stumbled over her words, tilting her head as she looked at me. She looked confused, but that look faded really quick. “Yes, I’m buying dinner.” She straightened and shot me a sweet Midwestern smile then disappeared down the hall. When she returned, she wore a prim little cotton dress that should have turned me off, but damn if I didn’t feel my cock harden behind my zipper. “You don’t have a girlfriend, right? Because I don’t want to start any crap in a new town.”
“Completely and totally single. You interested?”
“I might be. Haven’t decided yet. Ready?” She winked.
Damn she was feisty. “Always.” I grabbed the helmet Magnus kept by the door and watched as Talon locked up. “Put this on.”
“But I have my car.”
“It’ll still be here when we get back. Unless you’re scared of a motorcycle,” I teased.
Just as I suspected, she snatched the helmet and put it on. “I’m not scared, but what if I were?”
“Then we’d be taking your car.” A slow smile spread on her lips as she followed me out to my bike.
“A little help?” She motioned to the bike, and I slid on first.
“Push off me and swing your leg around. And don’t forget, Talon, hold on tight.”
***
Talon
Sweet hot damn! I’d never been on a motorcycle before, but the ride was exhilarating. Thrilling. My whole body hummed, probably from all the vibrations between my legs, but maybe it had a bit to do with the tall, bearded redhead I had been wrapped around for the past fifteen minutes. “That was amazing!”
