by KB Winters
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Epilogue
Sinfully Scarred
Reckless Bastards MC
By Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling Author
KB Winters
Copyright © 2018 KB Winters and BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC
Published By: BookBoyfriends Publishing LLC
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Contents
Sinfully Scarred
Copyright and Disclaimer
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Cash CAOS MC Sneak Peek
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Acknowledgements
About The Author
Chapter 1
Tate
“Whoo boy, you sure you can handle all this power?” Cross, the President of the Reckless Bastards MC shouted at me over the quick-fire shots of a semi-automatic.
I grinned at his wide smile. Cross was a big ass kid at heart, but he took his club responsibilities seriously, which was why he’d come over when I said I’d be at the clubhouse today. “I can more than handle it,” I told him and flexed my biceps.
“Good to hear, because those young honeys over there are checkin’ out the goods.” He wiggled his eyebrows as three half-dressed women made their way over to us.
I turned just in time to clock them. Two brunettes and a blonde, all hot and leggy with fake tits as big as hot air balloons. The blonde was the apparent leader of the threesome, pushing her tits out as she approached. “Hey boys, we were wondering if you did private lessons?”
Cross smiled and clapped me on the back. “No, but I’m sure we could make an exception for a group of pretty ladies. Isn’t that right, Golden Boy?”
I flashed what I hoped was a polite smile but the truth was these women did nothing to make my cock stir, which was damned annoying. Before being locked up, I would’ve taken all three to a dark corner and made sure they all left with smiles on their faces. Now, I felt jack shit. “Cross here is the boss and the best person to teach you to shoot.”
The blonde’s smile dimmed at my obvious brush off. “And maybe you could give us some after-hours lessons?”
“Sorry, busy.” I turned to Max who silently watched everything with a surprised look on his face.
“Whatever,” she said with a pout and I was sure if I gave enough of a damn to turn around, those collagen-enhanced lips would be poking out like a fucking kid. “We need more ammo. Cross, was it?”
“Sure thing, sugar. Follow me.”
“That was...unexpected.”
I looked up at my older brother who constantly looked worried about me, which I appreciated as much as I fucking hated it. “I’m not interested, all right?”
Max held up his hands, a smirk on his face. “It’s fine by me. I’ve got a great woman at home to love up on anytime I want.”
I smiled because I couldn’t have chosen a better woman for my brother. Jana was sweet and beautiful and had gone through a hell similar to his. They understood each other and to me, that shit was special. “And when I feel like having one, I will too.”
“I know you will. How are things are going at the shop?”
I nodded, talking as we both began to break down and clean the returned guns. “Everything is set, mostly. I hope to have the grand opening by the end of the week.” I used a small portion of the money I’d gotten in my lawsuit to open up a tattoo shop. At least I’d gotten something from the assholes who locked me up for six years for a fucking crime I didn’t commit. As a kid, I’d had dreams of being an artist but coming from a poor single parent home, I couldn’t afford such lofty dreams and enlisted in the Army. But this money, this fucking blood money, had given me a chance to make a future I’d always wanted.
“I know it doesn’t change anything, but that money is freedom bro.”
I nodded because I knew that. Still, the three million I got—a half million for each year inside—plus the fifteen in punitive damages after it had come out that the cops and prosecutor had hidden exculpatory evidence, felt like hush money. Like I wasn’t supposed to be angry about the years stolen from me. Well I was angry, dammit. “Doesn’t mean this shit doesn’t suck, Max.”
“No doubt, but that anger might get you locked up again. Legit this time, though.”
That was my biggest fear, that after the shit show my life had been for six years and three and a half months, I’d end up right back in that hellhole. “I’m working on it.” I wasn’t really but staying away from the club for the past few months had helped. Not that I blamed them for what had happened, I didn’t. But I felt out of sorts, uneasy around the people who were my family.
If not for Max and Jana, I probably would’ve already lost my shit a few times over. Cross returned with a smile on his face, and a telltale pink lipstick spot on his neck. “Love blondes...so fucking much,” he said with a groan.
Max snorted. “Natural?”
He shrugged. “Who gives a fuck?” He laughed and stared at the women, holding guns all wrong, but having a blast anyway. “A minute,” he said to me, his expression now business-like.
“What’s up,” I asked back inside the office of the RB Gun Range.
“Do you still want to be a Reckless Bastard, Golden Boy?”
I frowned. “What the fuck kind of question is that? I’m h
ere ain’t I?” What the fuck else did they want from me?
“It seems like you don’t want shit to do with us, and I’m not the only one feeling that way,” he bit out angrily. I understood his anger. It was his job as president to make sure we could rely on our fellow brothers when we needed them.
“Shit yeah, I do, Cross. Put yourself in my position, six years lost and not a goddamn thing you can do about it. Having people treat you like a fucking sideshow everywhere you go. Even the clubhouse. I came back to you guys because you’re my family. My friends. But if you think that camaraderie and shit makes up for what I lost, it sure as fuck doesn’t. And hearing the guys act like I somehow came up, pisses me the fuck off.”
I shook my head and kicked the ugly green metal desk that Cross must have picked up at a garage sale in the seventies. “I’m putting in my time here at the range, providing security for the dispensary and I’ve got two brothers set up to work for me at the shop. What the fuck else do you want?”
Cross stared at me; his dark blue eyes missed nothing. He wasn’t happy, but he understood. “I want you to get laid so you’re not such a miserable fucking bastard, but hey, you do you.”
“You go rot in prison for another man’s crime and then tell me how you feel, Prez. Later.” I stood and yanked the door open, storming out of the range with an angry wave to Max. Like I needed this shit.
I crossed the large blacktop parking lot that separated the gun range from the clubhouse, hopped on my bike and took my ass home. Where I could be alone.
Chapter 2
Teddy
Not many jobs would allow me the time for a late morning swim, but it was one of the perks of working for myself. This week included lots of downtime, well not exactly downtime so much as planning for an upcoming consultation with yet another reality TV couple. Not that I had anything against reality stars, but they were newly rich without the accompanying taste. But I gave them what they wanted, a lavish wedding befitting their new status as D-list celebrities.
Ugh. Now wasn’t the time to think about them—this time was mine. After a good thirty minutes of laps back and forth across the pool, I turned over on my back and let my body float. I got to relax in a way I didn’t always get to do, especially in public. People always stared at me and I wasn’t being full of myself, it was just the truth. They either recognized me as the former runway model and cover girl, and wanted to know what I’d been up to. They loved to tell me how much of a shame it was that I’d lost everything, because to them, losing the fame and the money was everything. The others? They just told me how fucked up it was that my limp marred the runway I’d spent my youth perfecting.
I went out and I used my sharp tongue to weed out the jerks and rubberneckers, and I usually had my best friend Jana at my side. Reluctantly, but still, at my side. Days like today, I preferred privacy and used the pool at the rehab center where I still did the occasional round of physical therapy to keep my muscles loose and strong. The old people usually gave me a smile and a wave, sometimes the occasional wink and the few kids were so focused on their own therapy, they paid me no attention.
“Hey lady.”
Must’ve spoken too soon. I looked over and spotted a black-haired kid with the lightest blue eyes I’d ever seen. “What’s up, kiddo?” He couldn’t be more than seven or eight, two lanes away from me with a bright grin on his face.
“What happened to your leg?”
I stifled the groan that wanted to escape at his question—hell, it was everyone’s question. I liked kids, when they were quiet, but most of them were too damn curious. Still, I couldn’t bring myself to be mean to the adorable little twerp. “I was in a car accident that broke my leg in several places.”
To his credit the kid didn’t ask to get an up close and personal look at the zipper scar that ran the length of my left leg. “I have a scar too, see?” He lifted his shirt to reveal what was clearly some type of heart surgery. “But when I get older I’m gonna get a Superman tattooed right here,” he smacked the spot with a proud grin. “My mom says it’s a sign that I made it, just like Superman, nothing can kill him.”
“Hey, you’re pretty smart for a kid.”
“Thanks. You’re a pretty cool for a grownup.” He waved and turned onto his back as he began to float away. “You’re a girl, maybe flowers or something for your leg!”
I shook my head. Even when they were young, men couldn’t help giving out unwanted advice. “Yeah, thanks kid.”
I couldn’t help but think about his words though, even days later as I prepared for my meeting with Ron Hardy and Tessa McMann, the winners of the most recent season of I Wanna Fall In Love. They’d postponed their consultation until her latest boob job had a chance to heal, which meant I was free to attend the grand opening of GET INK’D, the tattoo shop owned by Max’s younger brother Tate.
I didn’t really relish hanging around with a bunch of bikers all night, but Max was good people and completely in love with Jana, and until he proved otherwise—that meant Tate was good too. The only problem I had with him was he was too much man. Too big, too much hair and a smile that could drop even the tightest pair of panties. “Congratulations, Tate. The place looks good.”
He flashed that damn smile and leaned in. “Thank you, Teddy. You’re looking pretty damn good yourself.”
I rolled my eyes at his over the top flirting, but I never took him seriously. It was just a little innocent flirting and I knew it was harmless because he hadn’t made a move in all the months I’d known him. It was nice though, being able to flirt without any inappropriate blowback. Besides, my sharp tongue didn’t seem to faze Tate. If anything, he seemed amused by it. “Thanks. I did it just for you.”
He shook his head, his hair falling around his shoulders. “Not possible. If you’d dressed for me, you’d be wearing a lot less.”
I looked at him seriously before a laugh escaped. “I’ll keep that in mind for your next grand opening.” The place was nice even though it was set up like pretty much every tattoo shop ever. The artwork however, was incredible. “Did you draw this stuff?”
“Yeah, you like it?”
I nodded as I looked around, spotting Jana looking uncomfortable as hell, surrounded by Max’s biker brothers. “You’re very talented, Tate. Can we set up a consultation?”
His golden brows rose in surprise. “Sure, but you don’t strike me as the tattoo type.”
I grinned, but I rolled my eyes just so he knew how ridiculous he sounded. “Yeah, well there’s a lot you don’t know about me, Golden Boy.”
Amusement flashed in his gray eyes that could, under the right circumstances, really get my motor going. But he was too close to my life to go there. With his hand to his chest, Tate feigned hurt. “You don’t think I look like a Golden Boy?”
I couldn’t help but smile at his playfulness. I’d been through some shit in my life, but if I’d gone through what Tate had, wrongfully imprisoned for six years, I would be pissed off all the damn time. “You do have kind of a whole golden thing going on,” I told him and took him in. Without the tattoos, long hair and big muscles, he could have easily been like the suits who thought they deserved a woman like me. “But you do have really great hair.”
He snorted and rolled his eyes. “Yeah, thanks. Just what every guy wants to hear.”
“Oh, come on, Golden Boy, I’m sure your ego can handle it. Besides you seem to have a whole fan club over there.” I nodded in the direction of a group of rough looking women blatantly staring at us.
“They’re like that with everyone,” he grunted with disgust.
Against my better judgment, I dropped a hand on his shoulder. “Poor baby, not feeling too special on his big night?”
Instead of throwing a tantrum, he waggled his eyebrows. “I am special, sweetheart.”
All I could do was roll my eyes at him. “Do we need to set up an appointment or anything? I’ve never had a tattoo consultation before.” That kids’ words had really stuck with me.
I wasn’t the wilting flower type so there was no reason for me to play the part.
“Sure, lets.” He grinned with a sparkle in his eyes. “Since I’m a businessman and all. How about I come up with a few drawings and you think up some ideas?”
“Thank you, Tate.” I couldn’t even describe how grateful I was that I could talk to him without worrying about...anything, really. I handed him my phone. “Put your information in and I’ll try not to stalk you.”
He flashed another boyish grin. “I make no promises,” he said and handed the phone back to me.
“Right. See you soon, Golden Boy.” I left the man of the hour and headed for my girl Jana and her fiancé. “Hey guys, how’s it going?”
Jana shrugged, a sure sign she was feeling all kinds of uncomfortable. “It’s going.”
Max wrapped an arm around her waist and tucked her under his arm. “Whenever you’re ready, say the word babe.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead and Jana looked down, using her hair to cover the scar on her face.
“No way, tonight is Tate’s big night. He needs our support.”
“Jana, do his books if you want to support him. Don’t stay and be uncomfortable, unless of course I’m asking you to.” Just as I hoped, she smiled and rolled her eyes.
Max flashed a grin filled with gratitude. “That’s a good idea. Go tell him and I’ll take you home.”
“Don’t worry Max, I’ll take her. I need some time with my girl anyway.”
“Thanks, Teddy.”
“Don’t mention it, Max.” I stood by the door, ignoring the angry stares of the women who looked like they were rode hard and put away wet and the looks of the bikers, probably imagining me naked.
If only they knew, I thought to myself with a grin.
***
“He actually said he couldn’t believe I was still so hot,” I griped on the phone to Jana as I drove home from the office. “And then he told me I could make big money on reality TV. I wanted to choke that motherfucker, Jana.”
I heard her snicker down the line and it made me smile. “Those reality people think no one has ever made the money they make, Teddy. It’s good no one knows how rich you are.”
