Special Forces: Operation Alpha: Uncut: An Unacceptables MC Standalone Romance (Kindle Worlds Novella)
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
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Uncut
A Delta Force Heroes & Unacceptables MC Crossover
Kristen Hope Mazzola
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
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Acknowledgments
Dedication
To everyone who has fought for true love.
We don’t know who we are until we’re connected to someone else. We’re just better human beings when with the person we’re supposed to be with.” – Tara from Sons of Anarchy
Prologue
Buck
Buck, I have to talk to you.” Ax walked into the barn with his head hanging.
I pointed to our chapel room where we could have a little privacy. “What’s up, kid?” I asked as we both took seats.
“Cass is pregnant. I’m going to be a father.” Watching as my VP pulled his cut off and started to hack away at the patches, my heart sunk a bit. Throwing them into the middle of the table, relief washed over Ryan.
With a shaking hand, I tried to reassure my young brother. “We have to call a vote, but if you want to patch out, I understand and support your decision. You have to do what is right for you and your family.”
“She said she’ll marry me. I have to do this for her. She deserves for me to choose her and put her first.” His voice shook as the words filled the room.
“You’re making the right decision. Cass is worth it, and we will always be your family. You’ll be under our protection for the rest of your life. You will always have a home here.”
It didn’t take long for me to make the calls needed and to fill the table. With a heavy heart I slammed the gavel to call our impromptu meeting to order. “Brothers, we have something to address that I want you all to take to heart. Please hear Ryan out and take his situation into consideration when making your choice tonight.”
They all looked from me to Ax as they mumbled curiosity as to why I had gather them. “This is a proud moment for me.” I added before turning the flooring over to my VP.
Ax stood to my left, leaving his seat empty as he addressed his brothers. He’d made a hard choice, but it was the right one for his new family and I respected the shit out of him for it. In all my time at the head of the table, we had never had someone boldly stand up for his family like Ryan had just done. It took balls and I needed to be as supportive as I could be. I’d known he was going to do great things with his life since the first day he put his cut on, I just always thought it would be a life as an outlaw. People do have a way of surprising you.
Ax put his hand on my shoulder. “Thank you, brother,” he whispered before clearing his throat. “This decision was not made lightly, but I must ask you all to vote me out of the charter. I need to leave the Unacceptables as I can no longer effectively do my duty and fulfill my responsibilities to this club to the full extent this organization deserves and requires. Buck will also be talking to you all about who will take my place.”
After setting the patches he’d just cut from his leather in the middle of our table, he walked from member to member, hugging each of them. His head hung low as he silently exited the chapel room in our bar, leaving me to call the vote.
I lit a cigarette, taking a few seconds in anticipation of one of the hardest votes I was ever going to have to call as a president. “In light of the recent attack, Ax has asked to be voted out of our club. Cassidy is pregnant, and Ryan has decided it is the best decision for him and his growing family. All in favor of letting Ryan Axston step away from the charter in good standing?”
Each member slowly agreed, most with reluctance, as I went from man to man sitting at the table. Slamming my gavel, I yelled, “Aye!”
Grabbing the vice president square from its resting place on the skull and bones on our table, I handed it to Riley MacLean. “Mac, come take your new seat and be my vice president.”
Standing, I wrapped my new VP in my arms before holding out Ax’s old seat. All of the members drummed their fists on the table in celebration for Mac’s new position.
“I’ll go get Ax,” Mac said before opening the door.
Ryan came in and sat in the back of the room, water welling in his eyes. “Thank you, guys.”
“There is one issue we need to discuss while Ax is still here with us—who the fuck hit our club the other night.”
A shooting could not go without retaliation. The threat of an unknown enemy was real and looming.
“It felt too impulsive for it to be the Sinners,” Ax muttered.
“Agreed,” Buck grunted, slamming his fist onto the table.
“I’ve put the word out with our other charters and have reached out to all my sources. Nothing yet. But, we will get to the bottom of this sooner than later.” I hated admitting it, but there were no leads, no information on who would have been fucking stupid enough to do a drive-by at the barn.
Chapter 1
Almost a year later
Ryan
Standing in the steam-filled shower, I sank to the floor, letting the scalding water loosen my tired back and neck. With how many times I had jumped out of airplanes and choppers, ridden through the night on my bike, fought for my life, and nearly been blown the fuck up, my body ached daily, a constant reminder of the warrior I used to be.
My mind tripped back to the last night Cass and I had been at the barn. The threat of losing her that night assaulted my every thought, consumed every minute of my day. That guilt would never subside, and I didn’t want it to. It was my motivation, my drive, my purpose, to never let my wife know terror like she had in my arms that night ever again.
Turning off the water, I heard the baby wailing through the monitor that rested on the gray granite counter in the bathroom. I jumped out of the shower as fast as I could and turned the volume down. With only a towel cinched around my waist, I tiptoed out of our bedroom. I glanced over at my wife sleeping peacefully in our bed and a small smirk played on my lips as she snored quietly, curled up in the plush white comforter.
“Shhhhhhh, little man,” I cooed as I picked Mikey up, gently rocking the crying baby.
Our morning routine was something I cherished greatly. The few minutes I had alone with him at daybreak, fixing his bottle while coffee brewed and Tank chomped on his breakfast in the dark wood-covered kitchen—simple yet perfect.
As Mikey suckled on his bottle, I filled a mug with black coffee and watched as my large, goof-ball of a Doberman Pinscher paced by the back door, wanting to be let out into the yard. The cool morning air rushed in as I opened the French door for my pup. He sprinted forward, chasing after a pudgy squirrel as it bee-lined for the wooden fence in the back.
I’d never pictured I would have this life—a family, a wife, a kid, a house in the ’burbs, my own business—it was all so normal. Quite frankly, I hadn’t thought I would make it to see my thirty-first birthday, but there I stood only a week away from that milestone. I had been sure as shit that I would be taken out by a sniper while in Afghanistan or gunned down by a rival one-percenter looking for misguided vengeance, but that was an ending to a story from another life.
The day I found out Cassidy was pregnant, my life took on a whole new meaning, a more important one. There was nothing the military or my club could give me that would mean one tenth of what Mikey and Cass meant, and there was no turning back.
After burping Mikey and getting Tank to come inside, I hoofed it up the wood stairs to finish out a perfect morning before I had to head to the office.
Letting the black towel fall to the floor, I crawled into the warm bed, wrapping my arms tightly around Cassidy’s soft, tiny frame.
She breathed in slowly as she pressed her body more into mine. “Good morning, babe,” she murmured.
I let my lips brush over her shoulder. “Good mornin’, beautiful.”
“Mikey?” she asked while rubbing her tired eyes as she yawned.
“Already fed and back in his crib,” I assured her.
Rolling over in my arms, Cassidy kissed me softly. “Awe, you’re such a good daddy. Thank you.”
“He deserves a good father.” It was true, and I was going try my damnedest to live up to what my family deserved.
Running my fingers slowly over the delicate curve of Cassidy’s hip, I let my nails dig in. It was her trigger, and her breath hitched in response to the subtle cue.
Right as I was about to fulfill her growing need, my cellphone started blaring on the nightstand.
“Ugh! What fucking timing,” I complained.
Her head fell onto my shoulder with a forced sigh. “Answer it. You know you have to. I’ll be in the shower.”
Before I could protest, she was handing me the ringing phone and waggling her hips as she made her into our bathroom.
Looking down, I saw Buck’s name. Cass was right—I did have to answer.
“Yeah?” I grunted, annoyance dripping in my tone.
His gruff voice boomed into the receiver. “Meet at the warehouse in about an hour? I have something that I need to run by you.”
“I’ll be there. Just got to get Mikey ready for the day,” I lied, buying myself a little more time with Cassidy.
“See you soon, brother.” Brother—that was something he would always be to me. Even though I was no longer sitting to his left at the table, Buck would forever be an important part of my family.
Sulking into the bathroom, Cass shot me a look riddled with disappointment. “Let me guess, you have to go?”
A playful smirk curved my lips as I growled, “I do have to run. Not just yet, though.”
Warm water once again splashed over me as I pushed Cass against the cool travertine tile and hurriedly got down on my knees. There was just enough time to satisfy her needs before I had to head into work.
Not wasting a moment, I flattened my tongue, letting it glide over her pulsing clit. Her head rolled back as her fingers ran through my hair and threw my coarse beard. Subtle moans escaped her lips, cheering me on as I sucked and licked. I loved tasting her sweet longing for me; it was the most unadulterated pleasure I knew in the world.
Her hips shuddered and bucked against my bearded face while her knees started to shake.
“Hold on, baby,” I whispered against her sensitive skin before getting back to my feet.
Knotting my fingers through her long, soaked hair, I pulled her lips to mine. The hunger building behind her kiss as she melted into me was sheer perfection.
Spinning my wife around, I stroked my growing cock as she arched her back, getting ready for me. Fucking water—it was worst damn anti-lube there was. Shower sex always seemed like a better idea until I was ready to fuck Cass and remembered what a terrible idea it actually is.
I spit in my hand, rolling my fingers over her slick opening, teasing her a bit.
Cass whimpered loudly, “Please, baby…”
Gently, I thrust into her, letting her walls hug my cock tightly. Best feeling in the world.
My head fell to her shoulder as my teeth sank in agressively.
“Damn it, Ax! Fuck me hard!” she cried out.
That was all I needed to hear. I slammed her forcefully against the wall, giving her exactly what she wanted—rough and fast.
Cass’s body quaked as I reached around to play with her swelling bud. In a matter of minutes, she was a puddle in my arms.
“Holy shit,” she said breathlessly as I pulled out of her.
I glanced at the large clock over the tub. Shit. I would have to wait.
Hugging her to me, I let her regain steadiness. “I love you, Cassidy.”
“And I love you. We’ll finish this later?” She shot me a little simper, running her hand over the skull and bones on my pec.
I nodded. “Unfortunately, baby. At least you got yours. That’s what I really care about.”
“Hey, man! Right on time,” Buck called over to me from across the paved lot where he’d parked his Harley. He was leaning up against it smoking the end of a fat Cuban.
“Come on, Tank.” I held the door of my white Bronco for my dog as he hopped out of the front seat and trotted next to my side. “Mornin’.”
Buck followed me to the front door of the storage warehouse I’d bought when I started my security company with his help when I decided to earn a living legitimately. It had been beneficial for all of us and quickly turned into a pretty lucrative endeavor.
“Early shipment?” I asked, flipping on the lights and leading the way to my back office.
Slumping down in a chair, he ran his hand over his weathered face. “Yeah…something like that.”
“That doesn’t sound good.” I cocked my head to the side, taking my seat across from him with a huff. “What’s up, man?”
“The club needs a favor. We need you to hold some product for the Renegades for a while.” He refused to make eye contact with me. He knew what he was asking was more than I was willing to give.
Even though I knew the answer, in a low voice, I asked, “It’s fucking drugs, isn’t it?”
He palmed the end of the desk. “I’m not going to sugarcoat this one, Ax. They got their hands on a pharmaceutical connect and need to store it while they figure out where to unload it.”
I leaned back in my chair. I was fine with storing guns and ammo for the club; I was used to that shit, but this was a whole other animal.
“Stolen?” I rubbed the back of my neck where my hair met the collar of my dress shirt.
He nodded slowly.
“Fuck, brother.” Cracking my fingers, I forced myself to not tell him to fuck off.
“This relationship is important to us.” He forcefully exhaled as he looked me dead in the eyes. “We’ve been in good standing with their organization for over two decades now. This is as important to us as it is to them.”
I shook my head. “It’s important to you. I’m out, remember?”
Looking down at the long sleeves of my button-down, I pictured all my ink: the Semper Fi on the inside of my bicep, the Fear none, respect few on my forearm, and every other tattoo that stained my skin from my past life. They all acted as reminders of who I was
now and the man I used to be. I was supposed to black out the club’s ink, but they let me keep it, probably in hopes that I would change my mind and rejoin the table, but that wasn’t in the cards. I was playing with a new deck now and here was my best friend trying to deal an outdated hand.
“Yeah. How can I fucking forget that?” He scowled.
I caved, slamming my fist onto my desk. “One week,” I growled.
Right as Buck and I shook hands on it, a truck’s horn blared.
“Really?” I asked as we walked to the loading dock.
“They didn’t have anywhere else to go,” he responded with a shrug.
“You owe me big for this one, Buck.” I grumbled, shoving up the large metal door.
Buck slapped me on the back. “Your loyalty won’t go unrewarded.” He took a thick white envelope out of his cut and handed it to me. “Half now, half at the end of the week when the shipment is picked up.”
Chapter 2
Cassidy
Mommy, Aunt Cass, lookie! It’s sooooooo pretty!” Annie flashed her bright pink, sparkle-covered toe nails to Emily as the three of us sat in giant massage chairs getting pedicures.
“So cute, baby,” Emily responded with a little wink.
“Ahhhhh,” I sighed, relaxing more into the kneading roller as it worked out a little kink in my shoulder blades. I could feel Ax’s teeth marks still on my skin and the sensation sent pleasurable chills down my spine. “This is exactly what I needed today.”