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WILD STORM (A Devil Call MC Book) (Talon & Everly Book Five) (Devil Call MC Talon & Everly 5)

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by Ana W. Fawkes


  “I’m not afraid of you.”

  “You should be,” Jack said. “When we’re done with you, we’re going to Layne. Then we’re going through the entire MC. And the prize is your sweet little pussy girl.”

  I looked at Jack. Before I could say a word, a gun went off. Jack’s body twisted around and he screamed. I looked at the other guy, wondering if it was him turning on Jack. The guy dropped his bat. A second later, a gun went off again. The guy’s head snapped back as his brains spewed out of the back of his skull.

  I crawled on the ground, trying to reach for my gun.

  That’s when Vaughn appeared from behind Jack’s truck, a gun in his hand.

  “Don’t do it, Talon,” Vaughn said.

  “What the fuck is this?” Jack yelled, holding his shoulder.

  “If you don’t mind, I’m going to have a chat with Talon,” Vaughn said. “The first bullet was a warning. The second was a decision. Leave before I kill you.”

  Jack climbed into his truck and drove away, running over the dead guy on the ground.

  There really was no loyalty anywhere.

  Vaughn walked toward me, the gun pointed at me. “I’m very disappointed, Talon.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “You had a chance. Jade thinks between her legs more than between her eyes. But I like to keep her happy. If she’s happy, business is good. And sometimes she gives me a little kick back.”

  I shook my head. “She’s your fucking stepsister.”

  “I don’t care. You felt that mouth, right? It’s fucking beautiful, isn’t it?”

  I didn't respond.

  Vaughn kicked me in the ribs. I coughed, blood spraying from my mouth.

  “You liked it,” Vaughn said. “She’s upset now because of you. You motherfucking piece of shit. The only reason I’m not pumping you full of bullets is because she wants you still. She’s obsessed with you.”

  “Good for her,” I said. “She’ll never have me again.”

  “Like fuck…” Vaughn growled and kicked me in the jaw.

  I felt like my mouth was broken into pieces. I hit the ground, dirt clinging to my cheek. I pushed back up and moved my jaw. It wasn't broken.

  “You’re going to pay for everything,” Vaughn said. “We’re watching you. We’re watching your club. We’re watching your girl. And when Jade hates someone, they die.”

  “She hates me?” I asked with a bloody grin.

  “Not you, asshole. Everly. She’s going to fucking kill her. And you’re going to watch it happen. This is all your fault, Talon. The outlaw on the ground. Bleeding. Hopeless.”

  Vaughn spit at me, missing me. He then kicked me again in the stomach. I rolled to my back and he fell to his knees. He tucked the gun away and grabbed me by the hair. He started to punch me, over and over, grunting each time he did it.

  The fists fucking hurt, but I didn’t fight back. I let him get it all out. The anger and jealousy that his stepsister liked my cock better than his.

  He punched me half a dozen times and then stopped. His hand was covered in blood, tears in his eyes.

  “I’ll get you,” he said. “When this is all done, you’ll be dead.”

  I cough and then sat up. I spit as hard as I could, spraying blood on Vaughn’s pants.

  “You still punch like a girl,” I said.

  Vaughn kicked me again and then walked away.

  It took me a few minutes to collect myself and stand. I was weak and wobbly as I hobbled to my ride. I wanted the MC to see me like this. To see me beaten and broken. Bloody and bruised. But I was still fucking walking. And I would take my last breath and last step for only two things in the world… Everly… and Devil fucking Call MC.

  I got on my motorcycle and rode in throbbing pain back to the clubhouse.

  The parking lot was full but nobody was outside.

  When I opened the door and limped inside, all eyes fell upon me. I reached for the bar and one of the prospects brought me a drink.

  “Jesus,” Layne said as he stood with his arms folded. “What the hell happened?”

  “Rilen Lost. The bullshit with Tommy. I’m standing. I’m not going down with a fight. Anywhere. Any time.”

  “Always alone,” Layne said. “Tough guy.”

  I spit blood on the floor and then stepped on it. “Fuck you, Layne.”

  Silence fell as Layne walked toward me. I’d still fight him, even if I was almost on the ground already.

  “We’re ready,” Buzzy’s rough voice said. “Votes are in.”

  Layne and I walked to the table and Layne shut the door. It was full. Every chair taken, a group of us standing behind the table.

  Layne and I stood at our chairs, defiantly standing. Staring each other down.

  “Anyone want to say anything?” Jagg asked.

  “I have something to say.”

  It was Gabel. He finally had his jaw unwired and he could talk.

  “Go ahead,” I said.

  “Talon was right. For everything. I deserved it all. The club lost its way. I don’t think there’s anyone to blame, but right should be made right. Talon was President when he left for prison, he should be President now.”

  Jagg pointed to the empty seat where Hollis once sat. “It’s his fault that Hollis is dead.”

  “Because I stuck a needle in his arm?” I asked.

  “Fuck you,” Jagg growled.

  “Hey,” Buzzy yelled. “That’s enough. This is a chance to get it off our chests. The vote is final. Anyone who has a problem after the vote can leave their cuts on the table and get the fuck out of here.”

  The room went silent.

  “I appreciate what you did,” Austin said. “Getting that guy and letting me get my revenge. But you don’t see beyond it, Talon. That act of revenge… look at the chain of events it caused. Not just your personal life, man, but the club.”

  I nodded.

  Point taken.

  “Time to read it all,” Drave said. “I can’t take this anymore.”

  “I agree,” I said.

  “Let’s do it,” Layne said.

  The votes were then read by each person. I would know exactly who voted for me and against me. Buzzy, Drave, Kade… all for me. Jagg, Austin, and Maxen… all for Layne. The votes read off pretty quickly.

  Talon, Layne, Layne, Talon. Talon, Talon, Layne. Layne, Talon. Talon…

  It was a blur of names. Buzzy sat and kept tally at it.

  I looked at Layne as he looked at me. We were once kids. Best friends. Fucking around all the time. He took beatings because he was my friend. I took beatings because I was his friend. We got our cuts together, patches together. We fucked chicks together, double teaming them, laughing the entire time. We were arrested together. We fought together. We fucking loved each other. Better than brothers… now better off as enemies.

  The last vote was called out.

  I had lost count a minute ago.

  Buzzy slowly stood and reached for the patch. He clutched it in his hand. He looked at Layne. He looked at me.

  He started to walk toward me and I stood like stone. I didn’t want to lose Layne from the MC, but I had no choice. He’d have to go. Even for a little while. Just to clear the air.

  Buzzy put a hand to my shoulder. “Talon… I’m sorry, man…”

  Buzzy turned and walked the length of the table. It felt like it was a mile long as he walked toward Layne. He put his hand out and opened it. The President’s patch right there, for Layne’s taking.

  “It’s yours,” Buzzy said. “Layne. You're the President of Devil Call MC.”

  Layne kept his eyes to mine. He took the patch and squeezed it tight.

  The entire room started to clap, a sign of celebration from those who voted for Layne. A sign of respect from those who didn’t vote for him.

  I stood still like stone.

  Layne… the fucking President of Devil Call MC…

  It was all over. I was better off in fucking prison. Or dead.

>   My fingers twitched and I started to reach for my gun.

  Could I do it? Could I pull my gun out and kill Layne? Could I pull the trigger before everyone else shot me?

  I’d killed one Devil Call MC President before and I could easily do it again.

  Only this time, it would cost me my life.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  First electronic edition March 2015

  Copyright © 2015 by Ana W. Fawkes

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