TANGLED SECRETS (A Devil Call MC Book) (Talon & Everly Book Eight)

by Ana W. Fawkes

  Layne was still on the ground, groaning in pain.

  I walked to my motorcycle and wasted no time in getting the fuck out of there. I rode away with a fierce rage flowing through my veins. A minute with Detective John took me back to being a kid again. To being hurt, tortured, left to wait and die. But Layne had always been some kind of savior to me. Always there when I needed him most. Always there when I needed a brother, a friend, probably the only guy in the world to ever hold me while I cried. And the big son of a bitch never judged me for it.

  Rising through Devil Call MC was our plan, our dream. Taking over the MC… that was all us. Starting wars with Rilen Lost, Los Ahn, taking back control and power, that was us. We did it all. We ran the city and we owned it all. Never once did we take advantage of it all though.

  The ride should have been liberating. The wind licking the sweat off my face, my hands gripping tight at the handlebars, throttling the motorcycle, feeling the powerful life of it. But I didn’t have that sense yet.

  I made a right turn and was on an old path. Nothing but dirt and dust, the rocks under my tires getting crunched and kicked around. I couldn’t ride very fast here, because I’d either pop a tire or hit something and flip over my ride. So I cruised slowly until I got to a large rock. That’s where I stopped, turned off the motorcycle, and just stood there.

  I stared out to the horizon. I stared down into the town of Brocke. I thought about Everly. Trying to imagine her pregnant. With a little belly showing. My hand fitting over her belly, holding her and our unborn child tight and keeping them protected. A little bloodline in Devil Call wouldn’t be such a bad thing, would it?

  It made me smile, so I considered it a victory.

  I hadn’t wanted to leave the scene. It would have been easier to chase Detective John away and handle everything between Layne and I that way. But the plan…

  I heard the sound of a motorcycle and I let out a laugh.

  From my left, I saw Layne riding toward me. I stepped out and opened my arms, waiting to see if he was going to run me down or stop.

  Of course, he stopped.

  With just a foot to spare. He sat there and throttled his ride, his right arm tucked to his body. Yeah, I knew what that felt like. That intense hot pain shooting from your shoulder down through your hand.

  He turned his ride off and stepped from it. He walked toward me. Just me and him. Talon and Layne. Eye to eye. Face to face. We were bruised, bloody, stabbed, and in some ways, broken.

  But at the exact same time we hugged each other. His big arms around me and me hugging him right back.

  “Goddamn,” I said. “That fucking worked.”

  “Yeah, it did,” he said.

  “Did you get it?”

  Layne backed up and pulled a disc from his pocket. “Yup. He didn’t see me change it.”

  “Fucking sweet. What happened?”

  “He was in shock. He didn’t believe we were fighting until you stabbed me. And fuck, man, why’d you dig it so hard?”

  “Coming from the guy who stabbed me before telling me his plan?” I asked.

  “Fair enough. John dropped down and offered to help me. He was scattered, Talon. He didn’t know what to do or believe. I punched at him and knocked him away. I switched the DVDs and then told him to leave. So he scrambled to collect his shit and took off. DVD player and all.”

  “What did you put inside it?” I asked.

  Layne grinned. “Some kind of housewife gang bang video. Good stuff. Trust me.”

  “He’s going to lose his fucking mind. I wish we could have killed him right then.”

  “I know,” Layne said. “But we didn’t know what we were dealing with. Now we know. He’s rogue, Talon. I know it. Nothing he’s doing is approved.”

  I let out a breath and leaned against the rock behind me. “So how do we make it happen again?”

  “We call him and fuck with him,” Layne said. “He tortured us for a long time, Talon. Now it’s our turn. I have another plan.”

  I looked at Layne. “You and your fucking plans. You’re pretty fucking sick, Layne. Goddamn, man, I love you for that. I can’t believe we pulled that off. Split the clubhouse. Had everyone going with it…”

  “Before anything else,” Layne said. He held the disc out. “Do it, Talon.”

  I took the disc and started to break it. I broke it in half and then went to town on it, scattering the pieces all around. Throwing some as far as I could. Dropping some and jumping on it, smashing it into impossibly small pieces. There was an easing sense of peace between Layne and I. Like we were kids again, throwing stones into a pond. Or breaking windows in an old car for fun.

  When I stopped, I looked at him. “How’s your back?”

  “I’ll live, Talon. I’ll live.”

  I put my hand out and Layne took it. “No, man, we will live.”

  Layen nodded. “Well, there’s something I need to tell you… it’s about my next plan…”

  14.

  (Everly)

  I couldn’t stand to sit anymore, so I wandered my way into the clubhouse. Of all things, I ended up sitting at the bar, like a damn fool. There was nothing else to do. I hated fucking pool and I hated fucking darts. Every time I heard the thwack of a dart hitting the board, it reminded me of those long drunk nights when I’d stumble around and wait for someone to pick me to enjoy.

  That was a different life though.

  A prospect put a drink down in front of me. A cold, foamy beer.

  I looked at him. “I’m on medication. I can die if I mix things…”

  “Oh, shit, I am so sorry…”

  I grabbed the glass and drank from it, staring at the prospect. I put it down and his face was white.

  “I hope nothing happens,” I said. “What do you think?”

  The prospect didn’t respond but walked away.

  I smiled.

  “You are a much different soul than the ones working their way around here, looking for love.”

  I looked and saw Buzzy sitting next to me. He ordered two shots of whiskey and a beer.

  “Time. Death. The usual.”

  “Yeah,” he said. “You’ve been through it all, huh?”

  “Haven’t we all?” I asked.

  “Salut then,” he said and lifted a shot glass. He took the shot and flipped the glass on its rim and slid it away. “You own this damn place now, sweetie. It’s pretty amazing to see. To have a woman in charge.”

  “Look at me go,” I said.

  “Hey, I’m sorry for all you’ve gone through. From the moment Layne brought you in until now. I’m not going to dig around your grave though, okay? I’m just trying to talk.”

  “Why?”

  “Where do you think it ends?” Buzzy asked.

  I looked at him. “What do you mean?”

  “I voted for Talon. I would do it again. I don’t like… this…”

  I grabbed my drink and slid it toward Buzzy. I lifted it and said, “Salut to you then.”

  Buzzy started to laugh.

  The clubhouse door opened and both Talon and Layne came inside. The second I saw them I knew something was different. I hurried to stand and watched as Layne ripped his leather cut off. He threw it to the bar and then lifted his shirt and turned.

  “Someone going to help me?” he asked.

  There was a gapping wound, bleeding.

  “Holy shit,” I said.

  Talon had his eyes on me already. He came at me and touched my stomach, sending a fluttering feeling throughout my body. He kissed my cheek, my forehead, then my lips.

  “Talon…”

  “How do you feel?”

  “Okay. I’m having a beer.”

  “Are you supposed to be drinking?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Good girl.”

  “Why is Layne bleeding?”

  “Because I stabbed him in the back.”

  “What?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Why…”
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br />   “He stole the disc from you,” Talon said. “The footage. And he gave it to Detective John.”

  My knees instantly lost feeling. I was cold, hot, cold, my head spinning. I took a few deep breaths and fell into Talon’s arms.

  He squeezed me and said, “Come on. It’s okay, beautiful. I promise.”

  Talon walked me back to the room and helped me to the bed. He kicked off his boots and jumped on the bed next to me. I was bouncing and I was completely confused. I looked at him, my eyes filling with tears.

  “Talon…”

  “I got the disc back and broke it into a million pieces,” he said. “We’re in the clear.”

  “Wait a second…”

  “Beautiful, it’s all taken care of. Layne and I are solid. It’s all part of a plan, okay?”

  “Him stabbing you?”

  Talon nodded. “We played Detective John. We have him convinced that Layne and I are at war. That Devil Call MC is ready to implode once and for all. We have him right where we want him.”

  “And you had to stab Layne?”

  “I did it in front of Detective John. So he could see how serious we are. That it’s not a joke.” Talon stroked my hair. “Beautiful, you don’t get how bad of a guy he is. Detective John. You just…”

  “What’s the end of it all then?” I asked. “Just give it to me honest, Talon. You want me to trust you? Then give it all to me.”

  Talon nodded. “I’m going to kill him.”

  The room fell silent. We just stared at each other. I touched his cheek and then flicked at his ear. I leaned in and kissed him.

  “You’re going to kill him?”

  “Kill him,” I said. “There’s no other choice.”

  “He’s a detective. I mean, police, law, all that…”

  “He’s rogue,” Talon said. “I don’t think anyone is going to miss him or give a shit. And if they do, then we’ll deal with it then. He has to be stopped once and for all. No more coming around here. No more harassing you. No more bringing up the past. And to be honest, beautiful, I have a score to settle that I can’t explain. My mother…” Talon swallowed hard. “She took her life, yes, but she was pushed into it. That’s fucking murder.”

  “I agree,” I said. “Yes. I agree, Talon. I support anything you need to do. I’m just scared. I thought you and Layne were going to kill each other.”

  “That fight? That was therapy for us. It needed to happen. I hurt him. He hurt me. We went round for round. There’s shit I can’t take back in my life other than ask the world to keep moving forward. I’m going to kill Detective John and I’m going to become President of Devil Call MC.”

  “And Layne?”

  “He… he won’t be around, beautiful.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “He has a plan. I have one of my own.”

  The words were chilling.

  Talon pulled my head to his chest and we just remained there, silent. My heart was still racing. I tried to absorb everything he had just told me. Every time it seemed like the worst had happened there was something else waiting around the bend. I wondered if this was going to be the rest of my life. If so, how the fuck could I raise a family?

  I looked up at Talon and lost my breath. The words hot and gorgeous weren’t good enough. Even sexy wasn’t good enough. Talon was just chiseled and amazing. And I was turned on by him no matter what he did or said.

  Slowly, I inched my hand down his body and cupped between his legs.

  “Beautiful…”

  “I need you,” I whispered. I kissed his neck. I tasted his sweat and it drove me wild even more. “I need you inside me.”

  “Everly, what about…”

  “Just slow,” I said. “Just slow and deep. I need it.”

  Talon put his hand on mine. “I don’t do slow and deep. But you can. Get on me, beautiful. I want to feel you.”

  He moved my hand and unzipped his jeans.

  I slithered on top of him and put my ass in the air. I kissed his neck as I wrestled with my pants to get them down. I then stood up and little and kept pushing them down until I was able to kick off my pants and panties. I straddled Talon, putting my hands to his chest. I was so wet and burning, loving being on top of him like this.

  He reached down and gently touched me between my legs. I looked down and saw the muscles in his arms flex as he rubbed me. Two fingers made circles against my slickness. The tips of his fingers started to enter me and I bit my lip. It felt so fucking good, but it’s not what I wanted.

  I forced my hand into his pants and found his cock nice and thick. I pulled him from his jeans and stroked him just once. I needed him inside me. I wanted to feel full, to feel loved, and I wanted him to fucking come inside me. As I leaned forward, I pressed Talon against my pussy. I came back gently, feeling the intense pressure of Talon’s thick cock opening me. With my hand on his chest, I clawed at him, groaning as I inched down. The pressure started to ache a little and I lifted back up. I bit my lip and whimpered. I wasn’t going to give up on this. I needed it so fucking bad.

  I stared at Talon and caught my breath.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “It’s not good.”

  “It’s fucking perfect,” Talon said. His hands cupped my ass. “Do whatever you need to do. I just love the feel of your pussy, beautiful.”

  Holy shit.

  I inched down again. Talon was inside me again and I forced myself down some more. I went all the way down, Talon ripping me back open. I held there, sitting on him, gasping for air. His hands were tight against my ass, pulling at me. As I started to rock back and forth on him, the pressure and fullness was amazing. The warmth and pleasure rolled through me like fire.

  I slowly lifted back up and then slammed back down. When I did our bodies slapped together and I cried out. I had both hands on his stomach. I lifted his shirt and let my fingers touch his rippled stomach. And I remained just like that, holding as I lifted and lowered over and over. I went so fucking slow because it was all I could handle. The pressure and pain were hand in hand. The pleasure mounted over it all and I tried to fight through it, wanting to come so badly.

  I lifted and rocked back and forth on Talon, his cock working wonders for me. I sped up a little but lost it after just a few seconds. I slammed down and sat on Talon again, groaning.

  “It’s okay,” he said. “Just keep going. Come on me, beautiful. Make me feel it.”

  I moaned and lifted again. When I lifted, Talon thrust up at me. I cried out as he pulled back. I slid back down on him. I lifted again and Talon repeated the move. Thrusting up at me when I pulled up. Over and over, working ourselves into this rhythm that was fucking working. Oh, it was fucking working…

  I felt the warmth rushing through my stomach and when I reached the edge, I lifted up and remained there. Talon gently fucked me, pumping up and down as I clawed at his hard stomach. When I started to come, my body jumped and flexed. But Talon was so calm and gentle with me. Holding me tight and gently fucking me through my orgasm. And when I thought it couldn’t get any better… he started to come.

  He thrust up and I felt a fresh warm rush within my body. I came down on him and held there, feeling his cock throbbing as he filled me over and over. His fingers kneaded into my ass as he came. As my body continued to throb. Our bodies in perfect sync together.

  It was some of the hottest sex of my fucking life.

  And I didn’t move. I just remained there, waiting for Talon to get hard again. Which I knew wouldn’t take very long.

  15.

  (Talon)

  “Are we good on this?” I asked Layne.

  He threw his cell to the table and nodded. “Yeah. I called John and arranged it.”

  “What did you say, man?”

  Buzzy and Drave were at the other end of the table, standing. The rest of the MC knew what was going down. They were a little shocked, a little pissed, and more than that, confused. But this was what the MC needed to do. To take out Detective J
ohn and find some sense of peace within the club.

  “I told him you were on the run, but we tracked you down. We used Everly to do it. That we took her. And we’re going to make an exchange.”

  “An exchange for what?” I asked.

  “I give you Everly and you leave. End of discussion. You head east. And you never come back. That’s what I told him.”

  “The reality?” Buzzy asked.

  “I show up and Detective John is there,” I said. “I get it. It looks like a complete set up. He thinks he’s getting me and we’re getting him.”

  “I don’t like it,” Drave said. “It seems too easy.”

  “What the fuck do you want?” Layne asked. “Undercover ops or something? Come on. You haven’t seen John. He’s lost. I had Ash run some info on him and he’s been on some kind of personal leave for a month now. He’s been stripped of cases, credentials, everything. He’s completely rogue right now. Which means he’s unstable.”

  “So you think he’ll be alone,” Buzzy said.

  “Who else is going to come with?” I asked. “He can’t call for backup, right?”

  “I hope not,” Layne said.

  I made a fist. “I wish we just fucking did it earlier…”

  “That was a test run, man,” Layne said. “It’s called being smart. Not abrasive.”

  “Yeah, go fuck yourself,” I said.

  “And we all hang back?” Drave asked.

  “Exactly,” Layne said. “As far as John knows, this club is in pieces. Me and Talon are at a war. I stabbed him. He stabbed me. I don’t know if he realized we switched the DVD out. Probably. I’ll blame that on Talon. Bottom line… this is our chance. One shot.”

  “I get the shot,” I said. “I want to do this.”

  “Fucking Christ,” Buzzy growled. “So we sit and guard the clubhouse until you get back?”

  “Yeah,” Layne said as he stared at me.

  Get back…

  I knew I’d be coming back. That’s all I could focus on. As long as I came back that meant Everly would be okay.

  Layne called the meeting. His last fucking meeting. Buzzy and Drave left the room. Nobody else had the intel about our plan. As far as they knew, the club was doing okay and myself and Layne were going on a ride.