INSIDE BROKEN (A Devil Call MC Book) (Talon & Everly Book One) (Devil Call MC - Talon & Everly 1)

by Ana W. Fawkes

  “Love that sweet ass pussy,” he growled.

  I kept my eyes closed, like I always did. And I thought about two men… one I knew and one who was a mystery.

  I thought about Layne.

  I thought about Talon.

  3.

  (Talon)

  The guys were big, but they were fucking stupid. They thought this was a done deal. But what they didn’t know is that I wasn’t meant to be dead. Not yet. And not like this. If I was going to go down, it would be something quick and easy or something big. Not getting shanked to death in the bowels of a fucking prison.

  There was a pipe above my head. I pretended to struggle with the keys and the cuffs, calling out for help. If I showed weakness, it turned these pieces of shit on. They fed on fear, real or fake.

  I jumped up and grabbed the pipe with one hand. My other hand was closed around the handcuff key. The two men still came at me. I kicked the taller one with my right foot. I connected with his jaw and blood sprayed from his face. He turned and yelled. The other guy stabbed at me with the shank. He cut my leg, but I ignored the pain. I swung my foot again and kicked the second man in the face. He stumbled back but kept his focus on me. I let go of the pipe and then fumbled with the fucking cuff key. The man came at me and I ran at him, shoulder down. I hit him in the gut and drove him back until he crashed into a wall.

  The thud was sick and he went down hard. When I turned, the taller guy was lunging at me, blood all over his face. He stabbed him and dropped to my knees. His weapon hit the wall and broke. I threw my shoulder into this leg. There was a gross snapping sound.

  I busted his fucking kneecap.

  I then ran a couple feet away and got the key into the cuff and twisted it.

  Boom. One wrist free. The second one was easier and I dropped the cuffs to the ground.

  Now it was a little more even in this fight.

  I ran to the guy I had smashed into the wall. He was woozy and looked dazed. I grabbed him by the hair and started to slam his head off the wall. Each thud echoed around me. I grunted each time I did it, wanting it to be harder, faster, and more painful. Fuck this guy for thinking he could touch me. And fuck whoever set this thing up to try and knock me off.

  When I let the guy go, he slid to the side and fell. There was blood everywhere.

  The bigger guy was on the ground, holding his knee. He looked at me, crying. Fucking tears rolling down his cheeks. He tried to back himself up, wanting to get away from me.

  “No,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. Okay? I was told…”

  “Shut up,” I growled.

  I walked to the guy and put my right foot on his knee. He let out a painful cry as I applied pressure. I put my left foot on his knee and balanced myself on it. He screamed and nobody heard him. The screams echoed like beautiful music to my fucking ears.

  The guy continued to scream until I kicked him once with my left foot. His head and neck snapped to the side and he was out. Maybe dead. Maybe out cold. Who gives a fuck though? The fight was done.

  I turned and walked back to the handcuffs. I reached down and picked them up.

  “Come here,” I said. “Right now.”

  The guard who had brought me here slowly came forward. He had his club in one hand and his gun in the other.

  “Look at me, Talon,” he said. “You can’t fucking touch me. You get that, right?”

  I smiled. I was standing with no weapon and yet this prison guard was afraid of me. That was the power I loved. It was as good as pussy. It was as good as a mouth wrapped around my dick. It was what I thrived on and was what kept me alive while serving my time. And the power would be the thing that I would take and hold when I got out of here. Devil Call MC would be mine again and things would be righted.

  I took the key out of the cuffs and tossed it to the guard. He jumped and dropped his club as he caught the key. He kept the gun pointed at me. Instead of attacking the guard, I simply put the handcuffs back on my wrists. I snapped them shut and walked toward the guard.

  “If I wanted to fucking kill you, you’d already be dead,” I said. “Now take me back to my cell.”

  The guard tucked his gun away and grabbed his club off the ground. He lined up the point of it to my stomach and took a quick shot. I groaned and fell to my knees, the wind knocked out of me. He grabbed my hair and forced me to look up at him.

  “How the fuck did you pull that off?” he asked me.

  “Because I’m not meant to die yet,” I said. “Tell me more about your daughter.”

  The guard tucked his club away and pulled out his gun. He put it to my forehead. It wasn’t the first time a gun had been put to my head. It wouldn’t be the last. And it certainly didn’t fucking scare me.

  “I said she’s pregnant,” the guard said.

  “I’d fuck a pregnant chick. Aren’t they extra horny when they’re knocked up?”

  “I’ll fucking kill you right now.”

  I smiled again. “Pull the trigger and see what happens. You need me alive because you need the business. Sorry you lost this fight. Never forget the power of Devil Call MC.”

  The guard gritted his teeth. He put his gun away and then grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my feet. I kept that shit eating grin on my face, knowing it drove him crazy. See, the thing was simple. He couldn’t kill me. The backlash would take down the prison. There would be no covering it up either. Not with the other two guys behind that I took care of.

  So the guard had to suck up his pride. He led me back to my cell and threw me inside. He slammed the door and I turned and stuck my wrists out. He unlocked the cuffs and then grabbed me by the wrists, pulling me to the bars.

  “Don’t think you’re any better than any of us in here,” he growled. “Just because I carry a fucking gun and have keys doesn’t mean I’m not in prison.”

  “I’m sorry about that,” I said. “You need to get your escape plan together then.”

  The guard let me go and walked away.

  Behind me, Mutt let out a loud snore. The fucking guy did nothing but eat, sleep, and fight. I hated that he was on the top bunk. I always feared his fat ass would break the bed and he would come crashing on top of me.

  I lifted my mattress and grabbed a notebook. I liked to write shit down when it happened. It was always a good feeling to get some kind of release. Whether it be the comfort of a woman’s sex or a pen gliding across a piece of paper, all men needed a release.

  The problem here was that if one of the guards got ahold of what I wrote, it could cause a little trouble. So I had to be smart about it. My thoughts were best kept in my mind. But when I did get them out, I had to have them properly destroyed.

  I leaned back on my bed, my back against the wall. My right side throbbed like a motherfucker. I hoped to hell I wasn’t going to to end up pissing blood. Then again, it could always be worse.

  I opened the notebook and let my thoughts out. The fucking setup was a joke. Whoever was behind it thought they could easily take me down like that. Two guys against one did nothing to me. That guard was better off killing me himself and claiming there was a fight. But without proof, it was just words. Money, drugs, and pussy made men do crazy things. And seeing some of the pieces of shit flowing through the prison made me realize that the outside world had fallen apart a little more than I thought it would with me gone. I needed to get the hell out of here and get damn control of things.

  When I finished writing, I slid forward and ripped the page from the notebook. I read it to myself once and then stood up. I grabbed Mutt by his shoulder and shook him. He stirred for a few seconds before opening his eyes and looking at me.

  “Hungry, big guy?” I asked.

  Mutt rolled to his side and sat up. He then moved to the edge of the bed and slid down. His feet hitting the concrete was like damn thunder. He grabbed the piece of paper from my hand and rolled it up.

  “Thanks,” he said.

  Mutt then put the paper into his mouth and walked to the sm
all sink in our cell. He turned on the water and let his hands fill with water. That’s how he did this. He fucking ate everything I wrote. And I mean that literally. Some guys have an addiction to booze or drugs, but Mutt’s was eating. And he ate anything he could. He once ate the stuff out of a pillow for the hell of it.

  Since becoming my cell buddy, we’d gotten as close as I’d allow. That meant we talked little and he ate pages out of my notebook when I needed him to do so. My promise to him was protection once I got out. Not that he needed protection because he was a beast of a guy, but it was always nice to know someone was looking out for your back. I also promised him an extra meal each day. I’d pull some strings and make sure Mutt was happy and fed. The guy was doing two life sentences for killing his mother and father. Some might judge, but not me. If I had the chance, I would have killed my parents. That’s just how life rolls sometimes.

  Mutt turned and swallowed. He wiped his mouth and gave a nod. “That was good.”

  “How do you shit that out?”

  “Like I shit anything else. I sit. I shit. I wipe.”

  I laughed. “I think I’m going to miss you, Mutt.”

  “Yeah, I’ll probably miss you too.”

  “Wish I could get you out of here. You’d do good with the club.”

  “I’m not meant for living out there,” Mutt said. “My purpose of life was filled already.”

  “Killing your parents?”

  Mutt approached me and put a hand to my shoulder. “You all look at me and think he killed two people… but the way I look at it is I saved a lot more than two people from getting hurt. The ends and means and all that bullshit.”

  “You’re like a preacher in here,” I said. “Smart mind.”

  “Yeah, something like that. I’m going back to sleep. Wake me up if you write something else. I could use another page.”

  That was the closest thing to humor Mutt had to offer. He climbed back up to the top bunk and was back asleep in a minute. I walked to the cell door and stood there. I gripped the cold, hard bars and looked out and around.

  Fucking prison.

  House these people but not their pain, their urges, their fears, and their desires. For me, nothing could stop what I was meant to do. Unless you put a knife or a bullet through my heart, I’d keep coming at you. Death was the ultimate match to meet. And even then, faced with death, I’d keep fighting.

  Plus, I was less than twenty-four hours from getting out of prison. My freedom was waiting. My power was out there, too. My club. I knew there were messes waiting, but I didn’t know how much or how big. But the burning thought on my mind was finding a woman to take care of my needs. And then figure out why the fuck I was set up to be killed on my last day in prison.

  4.

  (Everly)

  The morning came and went in a blur. I woke up in another bed and felt horrible from the second my eyes opened. Gabel wasn’t in bed with me, thankfully, or else he would have wanted to fuck me again. With him gone, it told me that he was no longer in need of me. His lack of interest meant I was the same person as I was the day before.

  I rolled out of bed and found my pants and shirt. I at least had enough dignity to sleep with a bra and panties on. Hell, I doubt I even took my bra off at all the night before. These guys weren’t interested in foreplay. They didn’t care about touching, caressing, kissing. They liked to fuck or get fucked. Simple as that. Their lives were on a string. No matter how tough and cool Devil Call MC looked on their motorcycles or as they stood side by side as a wall of danger, they were all merely holding onto seconds. Because soon enough someone would try to kill them. And eventually, someone would actually complete the job. That’s just how the life went. If that’s one thing I learned quickly about being around bikers it was that they didn’t look at the world with the same set of eyes as those outside the club did. It was about outlaw survival and outlaw justice.

  Scary but sexy all at the same time.

  I crept out of Gabel’s room and made it a few steps down the hall when another door opened. Buzzy came walking out with a cigarette hanging from his lips. It was lit, but he didn’t take a drag on it. Buzzy started to clap for me.

  “Fuck off,” I said.

  “Fuck me,” he said.

  I walked by him and pushed at his chest. “Not in your wildest dreams.”

  Buzzy laughed. “I’ll get you later, sweet ass.”

  I threw the finger and started to walk faster.

  There really wasn’t much privacy in the clubhouse unless you were patched in and given a room. Or you were claimed and could share a room. The guys who weren’t patched in slept wherever they passed out. The other women did the same thing. If you were lucky enough to fuck someone the right way, you could use their shower before getting the fuck out of the way.

  I went to the end of the hall and looked right. Down that way at the very end was Talon’s room. I bit my lip, thinking of his sexy picture I had seen. The important guys in the MC had a room where they met to discuss business. I only saw the room once before. But as I stood there, I thought about what had happened yesterday. Alec getting shot to death. Gabel and Layne arguing. The news that Talon had been murdered in prison. Nothing about it felt right. It bothered me a little and I didn’t know why. Maybe because since coming there for protection the allure of Talon had grown. He was something mysterious and something even more powerful. It drove me wild to imagine him somehow having command from a prison cell.

  But now he was dead.

  So what would happen?

  I took a step to the right. I started to walk down the hall, feeling weird doing so. The intrigue was killing me inside though. When I got to the door, I touched the knob with a shaking hand. Slowly, I turned the knob and pushed at the door. It opened enough that I could see inside. Everything was still there that made it a room. On the wall to the right, there was some kind of board with pictures on it. I caught sight of Talon again. One of the pictures was of Talon sitting on his motorcycle without a shirt on. It damn near stopped my heart. I could see the cuts of muscle from where I stood. I could see the tattoos on his shoulders and nowhere else. My gosh, it was fucking sexy as hell.

  I wanted to touch the picture. Hell, I wanted to lick the picture.

  I made it one step when a hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled.

  “Lose your way?”

  I spun around and Layne stood there staring down at me.

  “No,” I said. “I…”

  “You smell like hell,” Layne said.

  “Gabel,” I whispered.

  Layne shook his head. “That’s wrong, Everly. Just so fucking wrong.” He then offered a half smile. “What the fuck are you doing trying to get into Talon’s room?”

  “Just curious,” I said. “If he’s dead… wasn’t sure…”

  “That’s club business,” Layne said. “We have decisions to make. Right now, you have to take a shower. Come to my room. You can use my shower.”

  The words made me warm over. I loved it when Layne offered that sense of protection to me. I followed him down the hallway. His room was the exact opposite of Talon’s. I could see Layne’s door from Talon’s door. I don’t know why but it had a crazy feeling about it.

  Layne opened his door and ushered me inside. He shut the door and locked it. For a split second, I caught myself having a wild fantasy. One where Layne grabs me and throws me to the bed. As hard as he could. So hard that it would hurt. But then he’d kiss every possible inch of my body and there would never be the existence of pain again. Just pleasure. From his mouth, his tongue, his body. His everything.

  But that wasn’t Layne’s style.

  “You have clothes?” he asked.

  “Of course. My bag is still here, right?”

  “In the closet, yeah.”

  I opened the closet and my bag was right where I left it. Part of me wondered if Layne would sneak a pair of my panties and use them to pleasure himself. Thinking it made me blush.

  What t
he fuck is wrong with you?

  Such dumb thoughts to have.

  But I kind of knew what was wrong with me.

  I wanted to be touched. I didn’t want to just be used. I didn’t mind getting fucked, but I wanted to feel something with it.

  I grabbed the entire bag and turned.

  Layne was inches away.

  “Hey,” I said.

  “I have to ride somewhere,” he said. “I want you to come with me. You don’t need to linger around the clubhouse.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I fucking said so,” Layne said. “Got it?”

  I backed down and nodded. There was no arguing with Layne. He said what he had to say and you damn listened.

  He then pointed to the bathroom and gave a nod. “Hurry.”

  I walked to the bathroom and purposely left the door open. Face it, I was so horny, anything could set me off. And the fact that Layne was the only man in this clubhouse that showed me some kind of care and emotion, it was easy to feel like I loved him. I know I didn’t love him, but it was good to feel that way. It took away the distraction of who I was and where my life was going.

  I stripped down to my bra and panties. I then turned and walked from the bathroom. Layne stood at his bed, his leather cut on the bed open. There was an array of weapons on the bed as he was cleaning or setting them up. I don’t know.

  “Layne?” I asked.

  He looked up, his eyes scanning my body for a second. “What?”

  “Towel?”

  “Yeah, sorry.”

  Layne walked to his closet. I reached back and unsnapped my bra. I let it fall open. My breasts pushed forward and I slid the bra to the floor. My heart was racing as I put my hands to my sides.

  What are you fucking trying to prove, Everly?

  I was soaking wet in my panties. Between thinking of that picture of Talon on his motorcycle and being in the same room with Layne, my body was on fire. Intensely on fire.

  Layne walked back to me. I met his eyes with mine. I waited for him to look at my bare chest, but he didn’t. He tossed me the towel and I caught it.