by C Renee
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Acknowledgements
A note from the author
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
Song Titles
THE PRECIOUS RUBY
C. Renee
Copyright © 2016 C.Renee
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All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced this book or portions thereof in any form without the written permission of the author except by a reviewer who may quote brief sections for review purposes only.
This book is a work of fiction. All characters, places, events and names are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any likeness to any locations, events or persons, alive or dead, is entirely coincidental.
For Tom, who is my biggest support and my number one fan.
Acknowledgements
I would like to start off by thanking my parents for believing in me. Especially my mom who would listen to me complain about the editing process, my brand-new ideas I wanted to write about, and the negative feedback that broke my heart. Thank you for the endless support and encouragement throughout this whole process. If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have got this far.
To my sister for always lending me your ear to chew off when I got excited over positive feedback.
Tom, you have been such a great support to me and I can’t thank you enough. In time of need you’re my comrade.
To all my Beta readers, thank you for your endless moral support and your friendship throughout this journey.
To the readers, I want you to feel empowered by this book and to live the life you have always wanted. There is a rainbow at the end of the storm cloud.
A note from the author:
This book is not your typical love story. It contains things that are based on real lives, what different people go through in an every day environment. It touches dark subjects as Domestic Violence, Physical and Mental Abuse, rape, BDSM and Violent Content.
If you are not a fan of any of these things, then this book is not for you! I do not recommend anyone under the age of eighteen to be reading this book.
Please note: I will not be apologizing for writing this book.
Thank you all for taking the time out of your busy lives to read this book and that I can share my crazy imagination with you all.
At the back of this book I have included a playlist of songs I was listening to while writing this novel.
Chapter One
Louise
I LOOK AT MYSELF in the mirror and I remember all of the bruises I’ve had over the past three years, while being with him. I still remember every single one of them. From all those times he came home in a bad mood. He would always find something wrong; the house was too messy, I didn’t look my best, something smelled different, or I had placed the food in the wrong spot.
He would start off yelling at me, and then he would move on to holding onto my arm too tight. It has now gotten to the point where he hits me, leaving me with a black eye or a bruised jaw. Afterwards, he would apologize and try to find some way to make it all better, but it never would. In the end, I always forgive him because I have nowhere else to go. He stopped me from contacting my family and friends about a year after we were together. He told me he didn’t like sharing me with anyone, and if I contacted anyone, I would regret it. So ever since then, I haven’t contacted anyone and I’m sure they are worried sick about me, wondering whether I’m still alive or not. I was very close with my parents and my brother. I think about them every day.
I step out of the shower and dry my body off. Next, I go to my walk-in closet to pick something out to wear that I know Matt will like and I hope, for my sake, that he comes home in a good mood.
I’ve decided to wear a lacy red dress that’s tight, and shows off my long toned legs, and it puts my decent sized breasts on full display. My natural brown hair is wavy around my shoulders and I put on make-up that has a natural look to make my gray eyes stand out.
I’ve put dinner on, it’s a roast lamb with vegetables, and I’ve stocked the fridge with his favorite beer. I glance over to the oven clock and it’s seven p.m. Matt should be home any minute now. I’m feeling so nervous that my palms start to sweat and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. This is the normal feeling I get when I’m around him now.
I remember the first time I met him. It was when I was at college studying my second year of finance…
One Friday night, my best friend and I had just finished our final exams for the year and we wanted to go out and celebrate. It was our last year of studying and both being 22-year-old girls, we wanted to make the night special. My best friend Steph walked out wearing a purple strapless dress and black wedges with thin straps that wrapped around her ankles. Her long blonde hair was straight and ran down her back, her make-up was done up with brown eye shadow bringing out her hazel eyes. She is taller in her heels but normally she is five foot seven. Steph was the type who went all out in her appearance, she’s feisty, and she’s a tell-it-like-it-is kinda girl and that’s what I loved about her, she showed no mercy.
We finally made it to the Angels bar and we had a couple of shots to begin with. Our traditional starter drink is vodka with lemon.
We made our way to the dance floor where the music was getting louder and the crowd was getting bigger by the minute. We bumped and grinded with each other for a while, the music had us enjoying ourselves, when suddenly I felt a set of hands on my hips. I looked over to Steph and she gave me the nod, indicating that he was a good looking guy so naturally I encouraged this guy to keep doing what he was doing. I turned around and was knocked back by how stunning he was.
He had dark wavy hair that rested below his ears, and dark intense eyes that you could stare at for hours and would cause you to lose track of time. He wore a half smirk on his full lips that you would want to kiss for days. His amazingly chiseled jaw had a five o’clock shadow that could wet any girl’s panties just by running a hand along it. He towered over me, probably six foot three, and it made me feel so small next to him.
I was speechless and taken aback. He was the most attractive male I had ever laid eyes on and here he was, dancing with me when he could have chosen any other female in this club.
He leaned in from behind me “Hey Sweetness,” he purred in my ear. “I’m glad I had the balls to come over here and dance with you. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you from the moment you walked into the club.” I smiled to myself at his confession.
I leaned back into him and tried to think of something good to say, but instead I was left blushing and my skin was on fire with how close he was. If only he knew that my panties were starting to become wet with how close he had gotten to me. I could even feel his erection beginning to build next to my hip.
“Well it’s good to know that you have balls,” I responded back.
How else was I meant to respond when he was so good looking?
I step
ped away to find Steph; I think another shot was in order.
I find her standing by the bar with a tall blonde guy who looked like a jackass, placing his hand on her ass and squeezing it every now and then.
I walked right up to the bar and stood on the other side of her, giving her a look of confusion.
“Hey, another shot?” I asked her.
“Hey, yeah that sounds like a great idea. Lou this is Dick. He has been keeping me company while you’ve been dry humping that hottie over there,” she motioned back to the dance floor and I followed her gaze but I couldn’t see him anymore. I looked back to Steph and Dick, just as he reached up and grabbed her breast. She laughed and pushed his hand away, only for him to put it right back. ‘Dick, he sure suited that name,’ I laughed to myself. I smiled over his way and made it known that he could fuck off.
“I was not dry humping that guy, I was just being polite since it’s been a long time since I’ve gotten laid.” I raised my voice louder so she could hear me over the music, I motioned for the bartender to come over and serve us another vodka and lemon shot.
Steph and I tipped the shot back and before I could say I needed to use the ladies room, she was back giving Dick attention. I walked away from the bar and made my way through the crowd to reach the ladies room and found myself in a line.
It was finally my turn to enter the bathroom when Mr. Hottie took my arm and lead me away from the door. Well that was just great; it wasn’t like I needed to pee or anything.
He pulled me towards an enclave near the exit and just stood there; he looked at me like he hadn’t seen a human being before.
So many thoughts were running through my mind as he just stood three feet away from me.
Was he going to kiss me, was he going to get my number, or was he just going to stand there and watch me all night?
He took a step closer while I took one back. I hadn’t paid much attention to my surroundings so my back hit the wall when I tried to take another step back.
My breathing had become faster, my palms were starting to sweat and I pressed my thighs together to stop the tingling feeling I was getting from him standing this close to me. I could feel his hot breath on my face, and it looked like he was going to say something but then shook his head and changed his mind.
“What do you want?” I finally asked, getting the courage to stand my ground because I was impatient and I desperately wanted to pee and to go home now; I felt very tired all of a sudden.
“I… ah… just wanted to get your number and couldn’t ask you while you were with your friend.” He tilted his head towards the bar where Steph sat with Dick.
Well, this was a little extreme just for my number, and he didn’t look like the type to be nervous. I gave him a little push away to gather my thoughts.
He took the step back and it gave me a chance to really look at him. I looked down at his shoes. He wore biker boots, black skinny jeans that hugged him in all the right places, and a dark blue polo shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal a black and white tattooed sleeve on his right arm. What caught my eye was the mostly colored in eagle on his arm with red shading. It was like nothing I had seen before. He noticed my gaze up and down his body and when I reached his mouth he had that smirk back from when we were on the dance floor. Once I reached his eyes they were telling me to be adventurous and to take a chance.
He leaned in closer, his lips were only inches from mine and I could tell he was ready to kiss me. I couldn’t resist the pull, so I leaned in the rest of the way.
I felt his lips on mine, and I had started to part them a fraction when I felt his tongue dart into my mouth. We started massaging our tongues together, giving and taking as much as the other, and then I felt myself letting go and as I relaxed into his hold. I had forgotten that I was back against the wall and he had his hand in my hair when I started fisting my right hand in his hair and the other with a handful of his shirt. The kiss was dulling my senses and the music started to fade out and make everything else disappear.
After a while of making out with this stranger, I became aware of my surroundings and I pulled away from him. I suddenly realized that we were still in the club, with hundreds of people around us, that my best friend was somewhere with a sleazebag, and I didn’t even know this guy’s name. He noticed I hesitated after I kissed him.
“Everything okay, Sweetness?” he asked me while he still held me.
“I should probably head back to my friend, I don’t trust that guy she’s with and I don’t even know who you are.”
I pulled away but he held my arm tighter. After a moment had passed he let go. He reached down and grabbed my bag, pulled out my phone, and started putting his number into my phone.
“There, now you have my number, I expect a call later in the week Sweetness.”
He handed me back my bag and my phone and started to walk away, then he stopped suddenly, turned halfway and called back to me,
“The names Matt, Sweetness.”
Matt walks through the door with his brothers, stalking straight into the kitchen with his Bloody Eagle MC brothers. His followers, Rover, Jax and Sanders, they all look very unhappy about being home tonight as their sour faces clearly show that something didn’t go right at the club.
Rover walks in and sits down near the kitchen table. His towering six foot five height is very intimidating but his bald head shining in the light takes that away just a little bit. He’s stocky with huge arms made out of muscle and he has a mean scar starting at his left eyebrow going down towards the corner of his mouth. Rover is always wearing the same clothes; his black biker boots, black jeans and a white shirt with his cut over his leather jacket. The eagle tattoo that matches Matt’s tattoo is placed on the right side of his neck. Rover’s road name is Comrade, and that’s stitched on his jacket.
Jax is a good looking guy, with his curly blonde waves tied in a ponytail at the back of his neck, but today he is wearing it on top of his head in a bun. He is always wearing a friendly smirk whenever he sees me. It makes me wonder what Matt has told him about our relationship or me in general.
Jax is dressed like Rover, but has a gray shirt on under his leather jacket with the cut over the top. It has his nickname, Player, stitched right next to the Bloody Eagle logo.
From the times I’ve seen him shirtless, he has great abs and an impressive V line. His eagle tattoo is placed on his ribs on the left side. His height isn’t as tall as Rover’s but he is shorter then Matt so maybe six foot one.
Sanders is the baby of the group. He has dark brown hair and styled in spikes, deep blue eyes and his full lips are pressed into a thin line when he’s worried or concerned about his ‘brothers’ as they are known to each other. He is dressed the same as Jax and Rover, but today he isn’t wearing his leather jacket but he has the cut on over the dark green shirt with the sleeves rolled up exposing the freshly done tattoo just below the right elbow. It’s of the Bloody Eagle that matches the logo on the cut and next to that is Sanders nickname, Puppy. He is the same height as Jax; sometimes they could pass up as brothers for real.
Matt is dressed in his biker boots, his favorite pair of black jeans and a black shirt, but he has put his cut and leather jacket on the stool at the kitchen table. I can barely see his road name on the cut poking out from leaning on the stool but I’ll always remember when he made me scream it out, Bossman.
“Hey babe, what’s for dinner? I’m fucking starving and the guys are staying for dinner so you better make sure there is plenty for them!” He leans over and kisses my cheek before heading for the fridge and grabbing four beers and leading the guys outside towards the ‘Man Cave’, also known as the garden shed. I tried not to cringe when he leaned in for the kiss, I can’t stand to be touched by him right now.
I’m not surprised I made the mistake of not cooking enough food, it’s the fact that he promised me this morning it would only be the two of us tonight because he had to make up for last night’s mishap. Luckily the latest bru
ise is hidden under my dress, but every time I lean over or press my hip against something, I wince in pain.
Looks like I won’t be eating dinner tonight so there is enough for the four men. Since it’s Friday night, I have a late shift at work that I haven’t told Matt about. This is probably a good time to tell him and that way I’ll just get dinner on my way to the restaurant.
I’ve changed into my favorite pair of gray jeans, a plain black top and my white sneakers. I walk back into the kitchen and call out to the men.
“Your dinner is already in the oven, just plate up when you get hungry. Oh and Matt, I got called into work because Stace is sick tonight and they needed someone to cover her shift and I said I would do it. I won’t be home until late tonight so don’t wait up.” I head towards the front door, grab my car keys and close the door behind me.
One of these days I’m not going to come back, I’ve had enough.
Who would have thought I would end up being a waitress at Dime a Dozen. I always thought I would get a job in a finance firm after studying that in collage with Steph. Oh how I miss her and her witty personality, but being with Matt I can’t do anything about that now.
I walk in the front doors and inhale the yummy smell of deep fried food and my stomach rumbles. I spot a few customers sitting at tables in the front and at the back there are a couple of booths. The restaurant is styled like it was in the 60’s. The color theme is red, white and black. The chairs and booths are red leather and the tables are white. The floors are checkered black and white tiles. On the walls there are photo frames of famous people such as Elves Presley, Marylyn Monroe and James Dean.
