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

by Ana W. Fawkes

  “A fucking light saved me, man. I was trying to nap one day, right? There was a goddamn light right in my eyes that drove me fucking mad. So I rolled to my face and fell asleep. Some asshole came in to slit my throat. He was nervous as fuck and ended up cutting the back of my neck instead of my throat.”

  “Jesus,” Layne said.

  “It’s not easy inside, man.”

  “It’s not easy outside either.”

  I nodded. That was a fair statement. I put my hands to the back of a chair and pulled it out.

  “You think I’m sitting there?” Layne asked.

  “Never said that. I’m just waiting for you to get to your point.”

  “There’s drugs in this club. I suspected some shit for a while. I was never voted in to be President, Talon. You know that. I needed your goddamn vote to make it happen. But I had to wear the patch and try to do it to keep the club as straight as I could. The Los Ahn have been running wild, but we can fix that. Inside here, there’s problems. Earlier today I saw Gabel make a deal with a guy. His name is Tommy. He’s not a good man. And if he’s dealing to our club…”

  “I’ll slit his fucking throat,” I said. “Gabel’s, I mean. I’ll do it right in front of the entire club. To send a message.”

  “No, man. It’s not that simple. I don’t know who else is fucking around with shit. I don’t want to scare…”

  “Scare?” I asked. “Are you a pussy, man?”

  Layne turned and faced me. “Ease up, Talon. I’m not a goddamn enemy.”

  “You saw Gabel buying drugs?”

  “Ask Everly. She was on the back of my motorcycle.”

  “Why haven’t you gotten in that yet?” I asked.

  Layne’s face flared. “It’s not what you think. She came from a shitty place.”

  “Like what?”

  “Ask her. Maybe she’ll tell you.”

  “She looks drunk as fuck out there right now.”

  “It’s how she gets by,” Layne said. “There’s always someone going up inside her.”

  “But not you. I don’t get it.”

  “You don’t have to. You were away for a long time.”

  “For something I did for the club. For you, Layne.” I put my finger to his chest and pushed. “For you.”

  “I could have handled my own business.”

  “Not you couldn’t.”

  There was silence and then a knock at the door. I backed up and unlocked the door. I opened it and there was a small group waiting for us.

  “You ready?” I asked Layne.

  “Yeah,” he said.

  I nodded and in came a few of the guys.

  Buzzy, Austin, Kade, Hollis, Drave, and fucking Gabel. When Gabel walked in I stepped in front of him. I looked into his eyes. If there was one thing I knew it was if someone was high. No matter the drug, I could sniff it out. Trust me, I had plenty of experience.

  “What’s wrong?” Gabel asked.

  “You tell me,” I said. “Anything you have to say?”

  Layne put a hand to my shoulder and pulled me away. I turned and smacked his hand away.

  The table started to fill up and it left Layne and I standing. We both eyed the President’s chair. I could make a bold statement by sitting in the chair, but I held off for now. Maybe Layne was right about the fear thing. Then again, maybe it would be better if I just stood and looked at everyone.

  Layne shut the door. “Take a second and welcome Talon… back from the fucking dead.”

  The entire table clapped and whistled.

  “I was never dead,” I said, calming the room.

  “Not what we heard,” Buzzy said. “Things got messy with the Rilen Lost MC yesterday. Alec…”

  “I heard,” I said. “I know. We lost a brother. Maybe it’s time to smarten up around here. Clean up these fucking messes. Clear our heads a little.”

  I looked around the table. When I got to Hollis, he turned his head. His eyes fluttered a little and he ran a hand over his face.

  “Hollis, you good?” I asked.

  “Yeah, bro. I’m… I’m fucking great…”

  I looked at Layne and shook my head. Hollis was high as a kite. He wasn’t even in the room with us right now.

  I stepped between Gabel and Kade and put my hands to the table. “Everyone see my leather? What’s it missing?”

  “President patch,” Drave said.

  “That’s right. And look at Layne. He’s missing it, too. So, what’s the verdict here? We vote or do I just take my seat?”

  The room was silent. It was nice to have a sense of freedom from control, but without necessary control there was chaos.

  Hollis rolled his neck and his head bobbed down a little.

  “Hollis, what do you think?” I asked.

  “I’m good,” he said. “We can ride…”

  I stood and started to walk around the table. Layne grabbed for me and I threw him into a wall. He hit with a thud and I stood there, waiting for him to attack me.

  He didn’t.

  “This is my fucking club,” I yelled. “And I’m not dealing with fucking bullshit. Inside or out, this is not what we’re here for. I want to know who tried to kill me in prison. Who set all that up. And where the protection was.”

  I stopped walking behind Hollis. I grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back. I took out a knife and held it to his throat. The entire table stood, hands on their weapons.

  “Want to shoot me?” I asked.

  “Stand down,” Layne bellowed. “None of you touch your fucking guns right now. Talon… is our President…”

  “What are you doing, man?” Hollis asked.

  “Empty your pockets,” I ordered.

  “What?”

  “I’ll gut you… empty your fucking pockets.”

  Hollis reached and pulled out a gun and a knife. His eyes strained to look at me. I curled my lip, making damn sure he knew I was serious. Hollis then closed his eyes and reached into his leather and pulled out a couple baggies. When he dropped them on the table I took the knife from his throat. I hurried and slammed the knife through one of the bags. I touched the powder with my finger and then tasted it.

  I looked to everyone at the table.

  “Fuck,” I said. “This is what happens when I’m gone? A bunch of druggies?”

  “Not us,” Drave said. “I don’t fuck with that shit, man. You know that.”

  “Who knew Hollis had a white nose problem?”

  Nobody wanted to speak up.

  It was time to send a message.

  I stepped back and pulled at Hollis, bringing him to his feet. I turned him around and made him look at me.

  “I don’t give warnings,” I said. “You piece of fucking shit.”

  “Talon, wait,” Layne said.

  I turned Hollis around and stripped his leather off him. I tossed it to the table. I grabbed him by the hair and slammed his face off the table.

  “Christ!” Gabel yelled and jumped back.

  “What?” I asked. “He wants shit up his nose, right?”

  I lifted Hollis and slammed his face again. He groaned as blood sprayed from his nose.

  “There,” I said. “Now his nose feels nice and fucking full.”

  I grabbed my knife from the table and lifted the baggies. I threw them at Layne across the table and pointed with the blade of my knife.

  “Get fucking control,” I said. “Or I’ll take it all. I’ll start this over.” I let the words sink in. “That’s enough for one fucking day. Tomorrow, I’m going to start slitting throats. And I don’t give a fuck what the patch is on the cut. If you’re not loyal to Devil Call, then you’re dead to me. Think long and hard about that.”

  I walked down to the end of the table and pulled the President’s chair back. I looked down to it. I could have sat right there and taken my throne back. But I preferred more of an outlaw power now. To expose the weakness all around me. Including Layne.

  It still made me wonder why he ha
dn’t gotten deep inside Everly yet. And damnit, it made me want her even more.

  I stood at the President’s chair and nodded.

  The room then cleared out and it was just me and Layne.

  “Fear, huh?” Layne asked.

  “Drugs, huh?” I threw back at him.

  “I didn’t realize Hollis…”

  “I don’t care. I care about cleaning it up. Okay? I know you went through a lot of shit when I was sent away. You had to get their trust and respect and take things over. The place is still standing.”

  “And that chair is still empty,” Layne said.

  “You want it?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Like I said, Layne, think long and hard about things. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. And I want to know who set me up in prison.”

  “Talon, you know damn well it was Rilen Lost or Los Ahn.”

  “Fucking prove it.”

  Layne kicked one of the chairs. “Rilen Lost told us you were fucking murdered. That’s what set things off. Alec went fucking crazy, man. He attacked Jony and ended up taking half a fucking clip.”

  “Why didn’t someone stop it?” I asked.

  Layne gritted his teeth. “I had to protect everyone else.”

  I nodded. “Sure.”

  “You know, man, you’re a fucking asshole. When I heard you were murdered… I had an almost sense of relief. But now you’re here. And damnit if this club doesn’t need you.”

  I opened my arms and said, “Welcome home, Talon.”

  Layne shook his head and left the room. I shut the door and looked around. Being alone pissed me off. I spent a lot of time alone in prison. Right now I needed to get out and get off. Again and again.

  Fuck, I had eighteen months to make up for.

  8.

  (Everly)

  Half the bottle was gone and most of my mind the same. The room swelled and sometimes swirled. I was supposed to feel better, but I didn’t. I couldn’t feel better. All I could think about was Talon and those two fucking whores. Why did he take them back to his room? Why did he fucking wink at me as he did it? What was he trying to prove?

  It made me insanely jealous, and yet at the same time, it turned me on. To imagine my hands, my tongue running all over his body.

  I saw Layne leave the room after the rest of the guys did. He looked really angry. He walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. When his eyes met mine, I just stared. I could never figure him out. He was the nicest asshole of them all, but he was the one who should have been inside me again and again. He should have claimed me as his own, but he didn’t.

  Layne drank two shots, got a beer, and disappeared.

  That was enough for me. I squinted my eyes and found my balance. The vodka was kicking my ass for sure, but whatever. I was going to go right into Layne’s room and fuck him. I was going to strip naked and ride him until he exploded. There was no other option. I’d grab his dick and make him want me.

  I put the bottle of vodka on the bar and stumbled around from it. There was fucking fire in my heart and my eyes. I was so angry and couldn’t sort out all my thoughts to figure out exactly why. It was merely a collection of events in life that took me right here, right now.

  I made it a few steps when I looked to the back of the room and saw Buzzy sitting on a couch with one arm out and his other hand at the back of the head of a woman as she sucked him off. He was moving her hard and fast, his face lit up with enjoyment, his teeth gritted. It made me wonder if these guys even felt real pleasure. Or was it just the idea of being in such control of another person’s body.

  The woman came up for air and threw her head back. She turned her head just enough for me to see it was one of the whores who had gone with Talon before. Now, my heart and focus was supposed to be on Layne and nothing more, but when I saw the slut on her knees, getting ready to take another load in her mouth, it set me off. The vodka suddenly gave me nerves and what I hoped was enough strength to kill the bitch.

  I hurried over and grabbed her by the hair. It was just as she was about to suck on Buzzy’s little fat dick again. Her lips were in an ‘o’ shape (a small ‘o’ shape) and she looked at me.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Buzzy growled at me.

  “Maybe she wants a turn,” the whore said.

  She had no idea who I was and I had no idea who she was. We probably saw each other half a dozen times around the clubhouse, but there were no friendships. I’m sure some of the women took to each other, but I hadn’t had the chance for that just yet. I was more along the lines of trying to survive and control my wildest urges for Layne and fantasies for Talon.

  “You fucking slut,” I said. I spit down at her face and she gasped.

  “Whoa, whoa,” Buzzy said. “Ease up, Everly.”

  The bitch wiped my spit off her face and then used her hand to stroke Buzzy. My spit on his little dick. It made me even angrier. She didn’t even address what I had said or done. She simply went right back to work for Buzzy. That was the desperation of a woman who wanted to just stick with one dick. She wanted to be claimed so badly.

  Her lips wrapped around Buzzy and slid right down. Buzzy put both hands to the back of couch and groaned. He looked at me and grinned.

  “She’s not that bad,” he said. “You should try. Then I could compare.”

  I looked around the clubhouse again. It seemed everyone was starting to partner up with someone to fuck for the night. Drinks were flowing. Guys were laughing. I couldn’t see Layne anymore, he was long gone. Sitting in his room, lost in his own fucking world. A world I didn’t get but a world I wanted to be part of.

  Of course, Talon was lingering somewhere in here too.

  It was so damn confusing.

  When I looked back down at the whore, she was moving faster. My hands were suddenly balled into fists. I wasn’t going to let her get away with this. She hadn’t done anything wrong, technically, but in my heart - my wild and dumb drunk heart - she had done wrong.

  And I wasn’t going to take it anymore.

  I brought one of my fists down to the back of her head. The bitch’s mouth slid down on Buzzy. He jumped a little as he must have really stuck himself deep in her mouth now. She pulled back up, turning her head, still with Buzzy in her mouth. I hurried and punched the side of her head.

  Then all hell broke loose.

  She let out a muffled cry and Buzzy screamed.

  “She bit me!” he bellowed.

  He grabbed the whore by her hair and pulled her away from his dick. I saw blood but I didn’t know who it was coming from. Before I could give a shit, I was swinging at the woman. I punched her in the face again.

  It felt so good.

  I looked at Buzzy just in time to see one of his hands coming at me. I had no time to brace myself for being smacked in the face. Buzzy’s hand felt like a piece of metal. It spun me right around. The vodka made the motion worse and my stomach quickly turned, ready to let loose.

  “You fucking asshole!” Buzzy screamed. “What were you thinking?”

  Buzzy grabbed my arm and pulled me. I spun back around. The room spun once, twice, three times, and then when a little bit of focus came back to me, I saw the other slut that had been with Talon. She must have been the first whore’s best friend or something. She was rushing at me, hands up, red nails like damn claws, ready to attack me.

  And that’s just what she did.

  She attacked me.

  The crazy bitch jumped on me. It didn’t take much to get me off balance, thanks to the vodka. I was on the ground and the whore started to yell and claw at my face. I was able to fight back the best I could, but there wasn’t much for me to offer. My face hurt from Buzzy. My heart hurt from everything else. And my head hurt from hitting it off the floor and being so dead drunk.

  “I’ll kill you,” the whore cried.

  She grabbed two handfuls of my hair and tried to pick up my head and slam it off the floor. I shook my head and started throwing
punches, trying to protect myself. I managed to land a really good punch to the side of her head. It stopped the fight for a second and I slapped the whore. I thought about her with Talon.

  What had they done? What had he commanded her to do? Had he been inside her? Had she been sucking…

  I slapped her again.

  The whore wasn’t done though. She opened her hands, freeing them of my hair. She put her hands back to my face and curled her fingers. The red claws back again. I shook my head and screamed, trying to summon strength to get her off me.

  I then heard a bellowing yell.

  The whore was suddenly off me. I hurried to try and sit up and saw her being thrown aside.

  “What the fuck is this?” a voice growled.

  I looked up and saw Talon standing over me. He looked even hotter from my vantage point. His cut jaw, like steel, moving left to right as he waited for answers.

  “She attacked me,” the first whore said. “Hit me and punched me.”

  Talon looked down at me. I shrugged my thoughts. “The other whore then attacked me.”

  “Whore?” she called as someone held her.

  Talon put a hand out for me to take. I took it and he pulled me up with ease. When I stood, I stumbled forward into him. My body touching his. My tender breast pressing against hard muscles, even if it was for a few seconds.

  I looked back at the whore being held. She spit at me. “You’re a slut! You bitch. You don’t even know what you’re doing here. You’ll never get…”

  I started to shake and then I kicked her. Right in the gut. She let out a whimpered scream and Talon grabbed me by the arm.

  “That’s enough,” he growled. He put his lips right to my ear. I felt him breathing for a couple seconds. It was instant wetness. “Do you understand me?”

  “Yes,” I said.

  “If you attack someone again, I’ll fucking throw you out of here.”

  Talon’s growling voice made me weak all around.

  He then looked to the other bitch and then Buzzy.

  Buzzy still had his dick out. It was softer and even smaller.

  “What the fuck?” Talon asked. “Everyone fighting over Buzzy’s little guy?”

  The crowd laughed.