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Diva’s Ink Novel
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All characters in this book are fiction and figments of the author’s imagination. No part of this story is based on any true events or anyone’s life. If any MC names, places or events are used by any real or true person it is coincidental and in no way based on them or any real-life human being living or not.
Dedication
First, I’d like to say this is one of the hardest parts of writing a book. There are so many people I want to dedicate it to, but I know that’s impossible. So, I’ll stick to the easiest solution. I’m dedicating this book to my husband Greg, and my sons, Colton, John and Thomas. Thank you for always supporting me and standing behind me while I worked hard and found my footing in the indie community and put my heart and soul into each and every book I write.
I love you all to the moon and back.
Acknowledgements
First, I want to thank my PA, Nicole Lloyd, for your endless hours promoting my books, keeping me motivated, and never giving up on me when I say the words, ‘I quit’ since you know I don’t mean them. Thank you for always having my back, and the endless hours of support you give me.
Darlene Tallman, when I’m stuck and don’t know which direction to go, you always read it over with me, and give me suggestions, that allow my creative juices to flow. You’ve shown nothing but kindness to me, since the day we became friends. When I say I want to work this book, and the two before it, instead of working Rebel Guardians, our baby, you never judge me or make me feel bad. You have become one of my best-friends and I, like my characters, thank God every day for you being in my life.
Kayce Kyle, my baby sister, you not only encourage me but inspire me on a daily basis. Without you by my side I would’ve said, ‘forget it’ and wallowed in self-pity. I love you more than a sister, you are the shining star in my life. Thank you for never giving up on me.
To #mytribe…love you for endless hours of chats and messages.
List of Characters
The Masters
Ariel Masters
Emory Masters
Rainey Masters
Glory Masters
Ariel Masters’ Husband
Dillon Connelly
Emory Masters’ Husband
Marcus Thompson
The James’ Brothers
Carson
Levi
Special Appearances from the Rage Ryders
Wasp
Sadistic (Tic)
Ashton
Kori
Kids
Devon
Shyann
Dedication
To my family…all of you who deal with my brand of crazy when I sit down and begin working on a new book. Thank you for your love and support. I couldn’t do this without my family’s love and devotion to my hunger for telling these stories that stick in my head until they’re completed.
To those who have dealt with bullying, whether in the past or now, this book is for you. I hope I was able to capture feelings of hurt and anguish you suffered or suffer on a daily basis. Keep your head high and keep living, people who bully are unsatisfied with their lives and are looking for a way to make others as miserable as they are. You are better than that and don’t deserve the wrath of others. You are strong, and you are a survivor. Keep living, keep laughing and keep loving.
To my readers who’ve stuck by me and been encouraging when it comes to telling these sisters, and their mens’, stories. They’ve become part of me and live within me. I know they aren’t real, but to me they do exist.
So, Ariel, Emory and Rainey, thank you for letting me live vicariously through you. I can’t wait to see if you make an appearance in future books…keep your eyes open, because I have a feeling they’ll be popping in here and there.
Acknowledgements
My PA Nicole Lloyd, for the endless hours of promotion, taking care of me and encouraging me to write every single day. I couldn’t do this without you, thank you for dealing with me and never giving up.
Darlene Tallman, to my cohort and rock, you have become someone who is pertinent to my day. You encourage me and are my biggest cheerleader. Love you to pieces.
Jenni Copeland Belanger…Look, you didn’t have to threaten me with whips and chains to work my tail end off to finish my books. I love you to pieces, you always take parts of my work and help me problem solve. Thank you <3
#Mytribe…thank you for always being there and having my back, no matter what for, you’re there, no questions asked. At the end of the day, a girl couldn’t ask for a better group of individuals.
My sister, Kayce Kyle…you always believe in me and have my back through the good times and bad. I couldn’t ask for a better sibling or friend. You are the one who keeps me grounded when I’m ready to quit, thank you for always believing in me.
Table of Contents
Blurb
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
About the Author
Other books by Liberty
Blurb
Rainey
When I was growing up, I never knew meanness. I thought the world went around on love, and security. Now that I’m older, I’m learning how very wrong I was. I’ve fallen in love with two men, two brothers, who have come to mean the world to me. I live life to the fullest because they are an integral part of my mornings, days and nights. But I, Rainey Masters, am being taught a very hard lesson in life, one that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. I am being bullied, and harassed, for allowing myself happiness. I try to stay positive, I try to keep putting one foot in front of the other, but nothing I do makes them stop and leave me alone.
Carson
I’m part of the Rage Ryders MC. I used to live, breath, and fuck my days away. A decision I will come to regret in time. One look at her and I was a goner. Love at first sight doesn’t exist my ass, she’s been mine from the moment our eyes met at the Diva’s Ink House. We’ve had a rough go of things from the beginning, dealing with a stalker, and a psychopath, things were supposed to be easy from here, but they’re not. Someone is after my girl, and I will stop at nothing until that threat has been eliminated…no matter the cost.
Levi
The day I put on my prospect patch, was the happiest day in my life, until I met her. My ray of sunshine, my light at the end of a very dark tunnel. She became all I could se
e, my world, my every damn thing. We’d get over one hurdle just to have another come up and rear its ugly head. No one will threaten my girl and live long enough to talk about it. I will take them down, one notch at a time, one pound of flesh at a time, and I will carve their pathetic hearts from their body while it still beats, begging for its life force to continue. I am Levi James, I am a Rage Ryder and I am Rainey Masters’ man.
Can these three overcome the hurdle thrown in their path? Will they come together, to eliminate the threat that looms over them, to harm Rainey if she doesn’t get rid of her men? Will these bullies come out the winner, or will the strength of their love defeat all? This is the conclusion to the Diva’s Ink Trilogy, and it will be a ride you don’t want to miss.
Prologue
Rainey
Don’t let other’s perception of you define you…
‘You should do us all a favor and slit your wrists you whore!’
‘Only a slut would spread her legs for two men! Who do you think you are that you should get two men, while the rest of us normal people only get one? You’re so fucking easy.’
What did I ever do to anyone to warrant these types of messages? All of them privately sent through my private messenger. I’ve even been getting these types of emails, and they’re sent anonymously. How did they even find my personal, private email address? The messages have progressed even further here lately with a couple who’ve actually threatened my life personally. They have offered to do the job for me if I’m too chicken to follow through with it myself.
For one: I’ve never been a chicken shit when it comes to anything I’ve faced in life. For two: I love my life, my family and my men and would never…ever consider taking myself away from them. That isn’t being a chicken shit or selfish…it’s me being respectful and caring to those who do need me in their lives. What these individuals are suggesting I do makes me angry…to where I almost feel violent with rage. What Levi, Carson and myself have is nobody else’s business. My family has accepted the relationship, so where does anyone else get the right to judge me and the lifestyle I’ve chosen to live?
It’s my life, and I plan on living it as a happy person. Bitterness has no room in my life and I plan on enjoying it to the fullest. It’s not fair to bring this up to the guys or my family so I’ll do what I always do…deal with it on my own. No reason to burden the others since they’ve already been through so much of their own, stalkers and murdering psychopaths set out on revenge. I’m a strong, independent woman and I can handle a few threats on my own. There, mind made up I delete the offending messages, block them and erase the emails. It’s time to move forward and forget that ignorant bullies exist.
I get ready for my next client and mentally shake off the messages. They affect me, but not in the way they were intended to. They make me want to fight and not in a physical way, but it makes me want to become an advocate against bullies. No one has a right to tell someone their life isn’t worth living. There is only one being who can judge us the day we stand at the pearly gates and beg for forgiveness for our sins…and that’s not a person who isn’t saintly.
Levi
Something is going on with my girl, and I have no clue what it is. She doesn’t share openly, we have to ply information from her. Why is it, that she thinks she has to deal with everything on her own? Whatever the reason it is, it doesn’t sit well with me, I’m her man, it’s my job to protect her and covet her. I need to pound it in her head that she’s supposed to share her problems with us, together, the three of us, we can take care of whatever it is.
Maybe Carson and I need to come up with a way to seduce it out of her. If she doesn’t come clean, I’ll have Bomber, my club brother, start diggin’. I know it has something to do with messages she’s receiving, because she always pulls back from everyone whenever she checks her phone. I don’t want to invade her privacy…yet, but I will if I have no other alternative. I’m proud of her though, because whatever she’s going through, she’s keeping her head held high and keeps movin’ forward.
I’ve known strong women in my life, but she’s the leader of that pack. No one is more honorable and loving than my girl. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and there’s no way in hell I’ll stand back and let whatever is happenin’ get between us. She’s my forever, my lover, my best friend and my confidant. She is the reason I take in breaths and work as hard as I do, I do it all for her. I never understood my brother’s love and devotion to his wife, Kori, but now, it’s crystal clear to me, my eyes are wide open. She’s taught me what it is to love unconditionally and has no strings attached to that love. She only wants us, expects nothing in return, but she gets everything I have and more. I’m working on my bike when I hear my phone ping with an incomin’ text message.
Carson: She just got another one.
Me: Fuck! We’ve gotta figure out this shit. She can’t hold back from us anymore.
Carson: I agree, she shook it off and is in with a client. Don’t know how much longer I can keep my mouth shut on this one.
Me: I agree. How are we goin’ to do this?
Carson: We’ll try sitting her down and talkin’ to her.
Me: You know her, she’s not gonna share willingly.
Carson: Doesn’t matter, enough is enough. I’m done, she doesn’t wanna share then we’ll get Bomber on it.
Carson: If she doesn’t tell us, then that’s what we’ll do, brother.
I put my phone away and am determined that this will come to a conclusion…soon. I need her in this with us one-hundred percent. It is a give and take type relationship, no secrets and withholding information from each other.
Carson
I watch her put her phone away and can’t help but sigh in frustration. She’s so damn independent and headstrong that she won’t share her worries with us. I feel like I beat my head into a brick wall sometimes. I don’t understand her frame of thinkin’ sometimes. She holds everything in and doesn’t let anyone else help carry her burdens. Levi and I have been subtly hinting for her to share what is in her head, but she laughs it off and tells us we’re imagining things, which we aren’t. Her shoulders droop, and her head falls, every time she looks at her phone.
I want to throw the damn contraption and get rid of the offending device. It’s the root of all evil as far as I’m concerned. If she didn’t have that, then she wouldn’t have to see or read whatever it is that alerts her…ten to twenty times per day. Levi’s idea of having Bomber check into things makes the most sense to me at this point. We already know she’s not going to tell us anything, we’ve tried for months, and we’re not the only ones. Her sisters have tried to get her to open up, and she has the same response every time, “Nothing’s wrong, I can handle my own business.”
I just want to scream out at her, “What business?” But it would do me no good, so our best bet is to dig it up ourselves. I would know within an hour what’s goin’ on with her if I did. I’ll give it until tonight, then I’m takin’ matters into my own hands. Fuck this holding shit back, it doesn’t fly with me or Levi. We’re both at our breaking points as it is. If I find out that someone is harassing my woman, God help them, because they will be buried six feet under. No one messes with my girl and lives to talk about it. I’m cleaning up my station from my latest client, and Emory walks in the door. I look up and am surprised when she shuts the door behind her.
“Carson, we have to do something,” she says.
“Care to explain what you mean?” I ask in reply.
“Don’t be coy with me, Carson James! You know exactly what I’m talking about. Something’s going on with my sister and I want to know what it is. She plays a good game and has a fantastic poker face, but she’s not fooling me or Ariel.”
I sigh and brush my fingers through my hair, which is overly long compared to how I normally wear it. My girl asked me not to cut it, so I won’t. “What is it exactly you want me to do here, Emory? If she won’t talk to us I can’t force it out of he
r.”
“Yes, you can, you have a dick, don’t you?”
“Last time I checked,” I say through a chuckle.
“Then use it,” she says, as she opens up the door and storms through it. Guess I’m going to use my sexual wiles to distract information from her. It may not work, but I sure will have fun while trying.
Chapter 1
Rainey
When your day is cloudy, the one you love can bring out the sun…
Carson has been acting funny on the way home tonight. It’s really late, because we closed up, it’s nearly two a.m. and my bed is calling my name. I move my head around trying to relieve some of the knots that are sitting there from the tension of the day’s work. When your head hangs at a downward angle for most of the day while tattooing, it pulls on those muscles and they tighten up.
“Neck hurting, baby?” Carson asks.
“Yeah, it’s really tight. Thinking a hot shower is in the cards for me tonight.”
“I’ll help you with that, give you a little massage while I’m at it.” I laugh at him, because suddenly I want to know where all he plans on placing his hands and rubbing. Carson’s and Levi’s hands are pure magic, almost nightly I get a rub down, most of the time it turns into something else, but you won’t catch me complaining. Their hands aren’t the only thing that work magic on my body. I shiver in anticipation as I imagine their hands, mouths and dicks working me over.
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