by Lilly Atlas
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Blurb copy
Dedication
Author Note
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
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Epilogue
Author Note Kobo
Acer Chapter One
Acer Chapter One
About the Author
JESTER
No Prisoners MC Book 2
by Lilly Atlas
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Copyright © 2016 Lilly Atlas
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Lilly Atlas Books
ISBN-10: 1-946068-03-9
ISBN-13: 978-1-946068-03-3
Thrust into a world of danger and fear, first grade teacher, Emily, is forced to comply with a terrifying MC president’s demands in order to save her brother’s life. Her only port in the storm is Jester, a member of a rival MC she’s supposed to use and betray. Jester proves to be the opposite of everything Emily expects, and before long she’s in his bed, and he’s in her heart.
Jester would give life and limb for the No Prisoners Motorcycle Club. His sole focus needs to be on the impending attack against their enemies, the Grimm Brothers. Meeting sweet and innocent Emily wasn’t part of his plan, and falling for her is out of the question.
Can Emily save her brother’s life without destroying the man who opens her eyes and heart to an amazing world of pleasure? She’ll do anything in her power to help her brother while protecting Jester, but when Jester finds out she was sent by his enemy, she may lose everything she’s trying to preserve.
For my youngest sister. Thank you for all your support and excitement.
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Chapter One
Bile burned its way up Emily’s esophagus, then straight back down when she refused to give in to her body’s need to revolt. She was in trouble. Serious trouble. The kind of trouble that could result in her being wheeled from her house in a body bag.
“Johnny,” she whispered. Her heart broke a little as the reality set in of how low he’d sunk.
Across the living room, her brother was bound to one of their kitchen chairs. Purple bruising mottled his face, which was swollen like a balloon, displaying the evidence of what must have been an awful beating. Each time Johnny inhaled, a pain-filled wheeze hit her ears. Rivers of sweat ran down his face and despite his limp posture, he quivered, no doubt craving the heroin that ran his life.
Her lower lip stung and she forced her jaw to relax and end the punishment her teeth inflicted. Whenever she was nervous, she bit her bottom lip, and right now she could have bitten straight through.
Four gun-toting, tattooed bikers took up residence in her living room. The house she’d spent her hard earned time and money turning into a home had been violated. She racked her brain, trying to think of a solution, a way out of this terrifying situation, but fear clogged her mind and nothing came to her.
“Well, Emily, what’s it gonna be? We ain’t got all fuckin’ day.” Snake’s voice was dark and threatening. He towered over her, all six-foot-three of him. A single muscle in his jaw twitched and his eyes narrowed. But it was the way he stared at her that sent chills down her spine, like he took pleasure in her fear, got off on it even.
“I—” The words stuck in her arid throat, and she coughed. “I’ll do whatever you need me to do. Just don’t hurt Johnny anymore.”
“There you go, boys. At least one of the Carver siblings ain’t a complete fuckin’ moron. She’s pretty too.” Snake winked at her. His tongue darted out and flicked back and forth before disappearing into his mouth.
Her breath stilled. The end of his tongue was forked and each half wiggled independently.
“Emily, shut up. Don’t—” Johnny’s slurred protest was cut short by a quick blow to his already battered face.
She winced as the short, wiry man, whose pale bald head resembled an egg, connected his fist with Johnny’s face. Johnny’s head snapped back, and blood sprayed from his mouth across the beige carpet like a geyser, seeping into the fibers. The crimson splatter would stay there, deep inside the wool, no matter how much she scrubbed. She’d never forget this moment—one more thing ruined by the trauma of the day.
“Stop,” she cried out. “Please, don’t hurt him anymore. I said I’d help you.” Her voice cracked with the effort to hold back a sob.
Twenty minutes ago, Emily had bounced into the house she shared with Johnny, elated that school was out for the summer. Teaching first grade was her true passion, but by the end of May she was beyond ready for the decompression time the summer months afforded.
Instead of beginning her much anticipated vacation, she’d been cast as a character in Johnny’s nightmare.
Two steps into her home and a man grabbed her arm. She’d fought against his hold, but was no match for his strength. Snake then invited her to sit on her own couch while he presented her options. Comply with his demands, or watch Johnny die. Not much of a choice for someone who was more a mother to Johnny than a sister.
A firm hand took hold of her chin with a vice grip. Snake’s eyes bore into hers, like two windows to nothingness. Black, soulless orbs that didn’t reveal a hint of what was brewing behind them. He made a sound she swore was a hiss, and she prayed she wouldn’t see fangs when he smiled.
“This is all very touching.” Snake laughed and drew away, waving his hand back and forth between Emily and her brother.
He turned his head, the motion making the snake tattoo on his neck look like it was slithering. The inked reptile rose from his shirt and climbed up his neck. Johnny had talked about a man nicknamed Snake—before Emily knew Johnny was part of an outlaw biker gang—saying the man had a tattoo of a three-foot-long rattlesnake from his neck to his groin. The serpent’s head moved as its master did, its mouth open wide, revealing two fangs that dripped with venom, ready to strike at any time. Even the way Snake moved resembled a reptile studying its prey, looking for weaknesses and an opportunity to attack.
“Perhaps, Johnny, you should’ve given more of a shit about your sister when you were stealing from me.” He shook his head and tsked, much as Emily would when one of her first graders broke a classroom rule, except the consequences here were far worse. “If you’d done your job, and sold the merchandise instead of snorti
ng it, we wouldn’t have ever known you had a sister. But, lucky for you, she seems willing to step in and clean up your mess.”
Story of her life. She’d been cleaning up after Johnny since he was a kid, years before their parents died.
Johnny was thirteen when their parents were killed in a devastating motor vehicle accident, just three miles from their L.A. home. Even as a young teen, he’d set a precedent for trouble. Small time offenses mostly; petty theft, smoking, hanging with a rough crowd. Life took a turn for the worse when, at seventeen, he was initiated into a gang. The Killing Machines, or KMs to Los Angeles natives.
Hours after she found out, Emily had them packed and heading east, finally stopping in the tiny, off-the-grid town of Sandy Springs, Arizona. They resided here for the past four years. Emily thought she’d been successful in removing Johnny from the temptation of drugs and gangs. For a while, he even held down a steady job busing tables at a local restaurant. But, at twenty-six, she was apparently still very naïve.
A few months prior, she discovered a wad of cash in his dresser drawer. After snooping around, she learned he’d quit his job, and was now a prospect for the Grimm Brothers MC. Dealing drugs, no less.
The mistakes he made didn’t matter. She’d do anything in her power to help him. He was her only family, and she loved him.
“Okay, kids. Here’s how this is gonna go.” Snake rubbed his hands together and slid his split tongue across his bottom lip as he paced the distance between Emily and Johnny.
The small, quiet man who’d beaten Johnny—Snake called him Casper—smiled so big each tooth was on display.
Emily swallowed a groan. Whatever they were about to make her do was not going to be pleasant.
“I know a broad who lives over in Crystal Rock. She’s gonna get you into a No Prisoners party tomorrow night. You, pretty Emily, are going to make friends, rub elbows, hell, rub cocks. I don’t give a fuck.”
Emily’s head spun. What the hell was he talking about? A No Prisoners party? Was he insane? “Wh-what?”
“Emily!” Snake clapped his hands in front of her face and laughed when her muscles jolted. “Focus. I need you to cozy up to the No Prisoners. I know they’re planning to fuck with me and I want to know how. You’re gonna find out. In two weeks we’ve got a very expensive deal going down. The No Prisoners would love to see it crash and burn, and I need to know if they are planning something to interfere.”
Emily shook her head, her mind racing with all the reasons this was a horrible idea. “I can’t do that.” This plan would never work. “Why can’t your friend just do it?”
“Two reasons, Emily.”
She hated the sound of her own name coming from his lips. Probably why he said it so frequently.
“She ain’t the type of girl they share secrets with. She’s the kind of girl they fuck. But you’re so sugary sweet they’ll be tripping over their dicks to get close to you. Besides, Trixie doesn’t have the strong motivation you do.” He grabbed Johnny by the hair and yanked his head back so Emily had a full view of his beaten face. “This is not a discussion. You need to concentrate on getting me what I need, so Johnny doesn’t end up as buzzard food in the desert.”
Why on earth would Johnny get involved with these men? One look at his dilated pupils, sweaty brow, and subtle tremors and the answer was obvious.
Addiction.
If only she’d been paying closer attention, maybe she would have noticed he was using again. Then she could have…what? He’d refused countless offers of rehab or counseling. His joining a gang had been the last straw after years on a never-ending merry-go-round of begging and pleading with him to get help. She’d thought moving was the answer, but his demons just followed them. She was clueless as to what else to do to help him.
“Two weeks, Emily.” Snake wiggled two fingers in her direction.
Emily shook her head and her stomach somersaulted.
“Maybe I haven’t made myself clear. You need a little more convincing?” Snake pulled a gun from the small of his back and pointed it at Johnny’s head.
Her heart nearly pounded out of her chest, but her brother didn’t react in any way. Had his self-worth decreased to the point where he no longer cared if he lived or died?
All background sounds blended together. Emily heard nothing but the rushing of blood in her ears. “No, no, no!” She leaped from the couch, hands out in front of her as though she could somehow prevent Snake from killing her only family. “I’ll do it. Just let him go and I’ll do it.”
Snake laughed again. “I like you, Emily.” He came to a stop in front of her and leaned down so his mouth was against her ear. His stale breath wafted across her skin and she shuddered in revulsion. The hand holding his gun wrapped around her waist, securing her in place. She froze as though she were standing on a landmine. “I’ll let him go when you get me what I want,” he whispered.
Tears flooded her eyes. She soaked in Johnny’s image, memorizing how he looked: vulnerable, damaged, and lifeless. That image would need to be burned in her brain to drive her over the upcoming days.
Snake straightened and paced the room, waving the gun as if he were a conductor in a symphony instead of a murderous sociopath. Emily swallowed, her attention glued to the movement of the weapon.
“Johnny will remain our guest for the next two weeks. If you get me what I need, he will be returned to you. Take your time. Don’t rush. Don’t think you’re gonna feed me some bullshit tomorrow, get your junkie brother back, and live happily ever after. He stays with me the entire time.”
Damnit. Her first instinct had been to fabricate a believable story and disappear with Johnny.
Snake halted in front of her and stroked the muzzle of his pistol down her cheek. A bead of sweat rolled down her spine, leaving an itchy path in its wake. Frozen in fear, she ignored the minor irritation.
He tapped the gun against her cheek twice, before turning to his henchmen. “We’re done here, boys. Load him in the van and let’s roll. Emily, Trixie will meet you at the No Prisoners’ clubhouse tomorrow night at ten. She’ll know who you are.”
Casper sliced at the zip ties that bound Johnny’s limbs to the chair, while two men she’d forgotten were in the room came from behind her and gathered him up. They ignored his grunts of pain as they dragged him by the arms toward the door.
Emily prayed he wouldn’t be stupid enough to try and fight them, but it wasn’t necessary. His knees buckled and his head lolled, not an ounce of rebellion left in him.
Snake nodded at her and started for the door. “You’ll be hearing from me,” he called out before following his goons out of her house.
The instant her door clicked closed, Emily bolted to the bathroom and emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet. After many minutes, the violent heaving subsided, leaving her weakened and exhausted. Sweat ran down her face, mixing with her tears and stinging her eyes.
How would she ever survive the next few weeks? How would Johnny?
Chapter Two
Jester held his breath while the vote went around the table. The room spun a bit as too little oxygen permeated his brain. For weeks now he’d been playing it cool, telling his brothers he wasn’t worried about the vote, hadn’t even been thinking about it. But it was all bullshit.
“I vote yea. No one better for the job.” Acer nodded at him.
“It’s a hell yeah for me.” Gumby slapped his long-fingered palm against the table.
“Yea.” Striker had a huge grin on his face as he rounded out the vote.
Jester’s breath rushed out, and he refilled his lungs with much needed fresh air. He’d been a damned loyal warrior for the No Prisoners over the past decade, and at thirty-five he was satisfied with his high standing and reputation within the club. This club, his bike, and his brothers were all that mattered to him. Now it was officially his job to maintain the safety and security of his family.
“Well, that makes it unanimous. Jester is now our Sergeant at Arms
. Come take your new seat, brother.” Shiv, the club’s president, named for his luck in surviving an assassination attempt in prison, rose as he spoke. He pointed at the empty chair to his right.
Jester stood from the table and strode toward Shiv. He pulled out the chair, raking it across the cement floor, before he dropped into the seat, claiming his new position. The men whistled and pounded their boots on the floor, the mood much lighter now that the formal voting was complete.
Pride bloomed in Jester’s chest as he took in the looks of respect and admiration on his brother’s faces.
“Congrats, man.” Striker, the club’s VP, and one of Jester’s closest friends, reached across the table and handed Jester the Sergeant at Arms patch he’d now wear on his cut.
“Thanks, bro. All in a day’s work.” Jester was replacing a man who was well loved by the entire club. But cancer was eating away at his lungs, and he couldn’t fill the role any longer.
Shiv held up a hand and the uproar quieted. “Okay, one more order of business then we can get out of here and start the celebration. I hear there will be some prime pussy here tonight, boys.”
Even though the official vote hadn’t been until two minutes ago, no one besides Jester had had any doubt how it would turn out. The guys had been planning a blowout for weeks. Booze, strippers, and his brothers would guarantee a night of unforgettable fun.
Striker commandeered the meeting, and reminded everyone of the ongoing conflict with a motorcycle club just one town over. “Grimm Brothers are back to running drugs through our town. As you all know, after all the shit went down with Lila, Snake had his hands full getting his guys back under his thumb. Now he’s back to pissing in our pool. The asshole can’t seem to stay away.”
