Death Dwellers Motorcycle Club:: Fifteen Bad Boy Biker Books

by Kathryn C. Kelly

  Of all the responses, he’d never expected her agreement. Until then, she’d been on his ass to remain in the club. “You fuckin’ want me to quit?”

  She sat in the chair closest to him as Johnnie and Val came to the table. Digger lagged back, although he looked as if he’d love to join them. One fucking thing at a time.

  “Meggie girl, you know what you saying, right?” Mortician asked, sadness in his voice.

  “Yeeppp,” she drawled out. “I want whatever Christopher wants. Although Outlaw might be a little unhappy if Christopher resigns.”

  “What the fuck, baby? You make my ass sound like a fucking split-personality, deranged motherfucker.”

  “You are,” Mort, Johnnie, and Val chorused.

  Megan giggled. “We’ve had this conversation before. Remember?”

  How could he fucking forget the day she’d ripped him a new one for wanting to resign?

  “I still think even Christopher would be bored out of his mind with nothing to do.”

  “Fuck you all day.”

  “Um, no,” she answered, throwing the other three filthy looks at their snickering. “I like walking. Twice a day is enough, thank you very much.”

  He smirked at her, accepting her roundabout big dick compliment.

  “When you leave, what’ll happen to Outlaw?” she asked, and, suddenly the men at his table stilled. They wanted to know the answer.

  Fuck, Christopher wanted to know the answer.

  “Oh, well,” Megan continued cheerfully, “I guess you’ll keep up with the home repairs and help out with the kids.”

  “Little bitch,” he growled.

  “Who? Me?” she asked innocently.

  “Yeah, you, baby, cuz you know exactly what the fuck you doin’ to my ass.”

  “Nooooo, I don’t. What am I doing to you except supporting your decision to leave your club?”

  “You want me to fuckin’ leave or not?” he snapped, losing patience because he had accepted his decision, but her words were putting all types of doubts about his future in his head.

  “What does it matter what I want?” she fired back, glaring at him. “You decided to leave without discussing it with me, so you make that decision.”

  Were they really about to descend into an argument? Why? Because he was being a stupid motherfucker? Insisting on resigning when every-fucking-body knew that was the last thing he wanted to do?

  She stood and removed her cut, handing it to Mortician, who wore a shit-eating grin that Christopher wanted to punch the fuck off his face.

  “Put that fuckin’ cut back on, Megan.”

  “No.”

  “Look, baby—”

  “No, you look, Christopher. If Outlaw isn’t in the club, I’m no longer his property. Therefore, I can’t wear my cut.”

  He got to his feet and she jumped to hers, placing her hands on her hips and drawing attention. Not that Christopher gave a fuck.

  “I ain’t tellin’ you a-fuckin-gain, Megan.” He pointed to the cut that let the world know Megan was his. “Put that motherfucker back on.”

  “I’m not repeating myself again, Christopher,” she challenged, then changed tactics on him. “Who am I? Outlaw’s property? Or Christopher’s wife?”

  “You fuckin’ both,” he snarled, the answer so automatic he didn’t have to think. “Right now, though, you a lil’ pain in the ass motherfucker.”

  “And you’re a moron, so we’re even.” Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she gave him an I-wish-I-could-fuck-you-up look. “The only way I’m Outlaw’s property is if he’s in the club,” she said, and stomped away.

  “Fuck, Meggie girl brutal,” Mortician said proudly.

  “You taught her how the fuck to play me, motherfucker.”

  “I advised her one time, Prez. The rest she figured out on her own.”

  Not responding, Christopher walked behind the bar and nodded to Bunny as he whistled for silence. He didn’t start talking until she returned with the box he’d asked her to keep.

  “Lemme start by sayin’ we been through fuckin’ hell and back, but we fuckin’ survived.”

  No one spoke, and he got the impression his argument with Megan had been overheard, so he supposed he needed to address that.

  “Wasn’t so long ago I ain’t had nothin’ but my club. Yeah, I always fuckin’ knew all you motherfuckers had my back just like I had yours. But I ain’t know no different but stickin’ my cock in every cunt I chose, the open road, or this.” He indicated the clubhouse with a sweep of his hand. “Not knowin’ no better, I couldn’t do no fuckin’ better. Then I met a girl.” He looked at Megan now, his words wiping the scowl off her face that descended when he mentioned other bitches. "And, suddenly, my life didn’t just fuckin’ have meanin’ here, but everywhere. Suddenly, every-fuckin-thing was better. When you know better, you do better. Megan drive my ass, but I don’t think I ever fuckin’ loved her as much as I do right the fuck now.”

  That shit said a lot because he’d been fucking crazy in love with her before.

  “Then, my two worlds collided, and fuckin’ blindsided me. So I made a fuckin’ decision without discussin’ it with my girl. But see, I ain’t ever fuckin’ realize what the fuck it meant if I fuckin’ left my club to protect my family. Not ‘til Megan took off her cut cuz Outlaw wasn’t gonna be in the club no more. Her sayin’ that shit and demonstratin’ it two different motherfuckers altogether.”

  “Do you want to leave?” one of the brothers asked.

  Christopher had everybody’s attention. They were all staring at him, in shock. In sadness. In disbelief. “No. Biker or husband, I’m still fuckin’ me. That shit worked before and it’s gonna work a-fuckin-gain.”

  There, he’d said it. He’d spoken the truth, from his heart. He’d make the shit work, even if he had to blow every motherfucker away who reached for any-fucking-thing around Megan.

  “To Prez,” Mort called, raising his pint of vodka. “Ride or die forever.”

  Shouts, yells, and whistles was the response. Even Digger smiled a little, although he still looked like a lost puppy.

  “Come here, motherfucker,” Christopher called when the noise died down. He waved Digger over and grabbed the box he’d had Bunny get. “Listen up, Digger. You ever fuckin’ pull the stunt you fuckin’ did, you fuckin’ dead. Understand?”

  Digger swallowed but nodded.

  He held out the box. Although Digger hesitated, he finally took it and opened it, his breath suddenly sawing in and out as he raised his cut.

  “You lettin’ me back in?”

  “You wanna come back in?” Christopher countered, not looking at anyone. The only one who’d known what was in the box was Megan. Allowing Digger to patch back in was supposed to be Christopher’s last act as president.

  Instead, it seemed as if a new era was being ushered in.

  “Yeah, Prez. Besides my girl, not much else I want.”

  Christopher held out his hand, clutching Digger’s when he mimicked him. “Welcome back, motherfucker.”

  At ease for the first time in weeks, Digger smiled. “You, too, Outlaw.”

  “As soon as everyone is up to it again, we’ll proceed with the shower,” Megan said a couple of hours later as he stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and secured it around his hips.

  She, on the other hand, stood freshly washed and naked, revealing all her pretty skin and golden pussy.

  “Roxy said we’ll add in Kendall, too.”

  He grunted and lifted her into his arms, carrying her to their bedroom. Her hair was still damp, but he didn’t care. He guided her down onto their bed anyway, ravishing her mouth before drawing back and caressing her cheek.

  “You happy, baby?”

  “Yes. Your alter-ego is happy, too.”

  “Fuck, Megan, don’t fuckin’ start with your Clark Kent bullshit.”

  “Are you comparing yourself to Superman?” she asked with a laugh.

  “Bruce Wayne then. All them mothe
rfuckers have alter-fuckin-egos. That’s how the fuck you makin’ me sound.”

  She lifted up and gave him a quick kiss. “We’ll all die someday. In spite of what’s happened at the club, I could slip and fall, and break my neck. Or I could live to be ninety. Don’t let circumstances you have no control over dictate how you live, Christopher. That isn’t you.”

  “That ain’t Outlaw,” he grouched. “Apparently, fuckin’ Christopher fine with that shit.”

  “Your members and officers admire and respect you. You’re their fearless leader. My everything. But we only have one life to live. In the end, how we’ve lived is all that matters.”

  “You right, baby.”

  She thumbed his lips, one of her favorite things to do. “You taught me that.”

  “I ain’t ever said that to you, Megan.”

  “No, but I learned by watching you. Since the day we met, you’ve lived your life the way you’ve loved me. Hard, fast, and without regret.”

  “Fuck, here I fuckin’ thought you was with me cuz I licked and fucked you so fuckin’ good.”

  “Omigod, you’re sooooo bad, Christopher!” she complained. “I’m being serious and you’re thinking of down there.”

  Shaking his head, he nosed her hair. She spread her thighs and lifted her hips in invitation to get into down there.

  “You want some dick?”

  “Yeah,” she said, inserting her hand between them and opening his towel. She fisted his cock and kissed his chest.

  He sank into her and closed his eyes at the sound of her soft sigh of pleasure.

  “Christopher?”

  Placing his elbows on each side of her head, he halted his thrusts. “Yeah, baby?”

  “You, um, never got your vasectomy.”

  “Fuck, I know. Lemme fuck you then we’ll talk ‘bout it.”

  “Oh, well, I might be having another baby. I-I mean I am having another baby.”

  Fucking… “What?” Withdrawing from her, he got to his feet. “How the fuck this happen a-fuckin-gain?”

  She shrugged. “I didn’t really start taking my pills again after the shooting.”

  Fuck. Him. He stared at his cock accusingly, outraged as his erection deflated.

  “I have a solution, though.”

  “Helpin’ me hack my cock off or what?”

  “No, silly. Getting my tubes tied after I deliver.”

  He wouldn’t even bring up abortion because he knew she wouldn’t agree. He started to turn away from her until he looked into her eyes and saw her uncertainty, but also the hope and the happiness. Instead of walking away to sulk like an assfuck, he climbed back in bed and drew her into his arms, kissing the top of her head.

  “You’re happy?” she whispered.

  “The same shit apply. I ain’t gonna like the lil’ motherfucker ‘til it’s outta you. But we in this shit together. Ride or die.”

  “Forever,” she added.

  Depression is a serious disease, one that has many facets. I’ve suffered from clinical depression since my teenage years. By no means am I downplaying the disease by portraying it through Kendall’s eyes.

  Unfortunately, I know all too well what happens with the wrong medications. Sometimes, even the ‘right’ ones affect not only the areas in your life it is meant to help but also the parts of your life you’d prefer to stay as is. Such is the case with Kendall and her courtroom abilities. I, too, was faced with antidepressants during pregnancy. It isn’t an easy choice.

  I’ve chosen to treat my depression with medication and have finally found a combination that works for me. However, what works for my fictional characters by no means reflect my views on real people facing real depression.

  Medication, a healthy diet, and exercise all play a factor in the battle. There are also underlying causes, other illnesses you may or may not be aware of, that affects your mood.

  Just know whatever battle you may be facing, there’s help.

  Stay strong. Keep fighting and always look ahead.

  If you are in emotional distress or struggling to cope, and are affected by any of the issues covered in this book, please contact:

  The Samaritans USA 1(800) 273-TALK

  The Samaritans UK 08457 90 90 90

  Lifeline AUSTRALIA 13 11 14

  Mistake Number 3 by Culture Club

  This Life by Curtis Stiger

  GDFR (feat. Sage The Gemini & Lookaas) by Flo Rida

  The Prayer by Andrea Bocelli

  Madama Butterfly: One Fine Day by Giacomo Puccini

  Ave Maria, “Ellens Gesang III”, D839 by Franz Schubert

  The Thrill Is Gone by B.B. King

  Cross Road Blues by John Lee Hooker

  Champagne & Reefer by Muddy Waters

  Gin Bottle Blues by Lightnin’ Hopkins

  A Good Man Is Hard to Find by Bessie Smith

  Lick It Before Stick It by Denise LaSalle

  Better Than Me by Hinder

  Chains by Nick Jonas

  Candy Shop by 50 Cent, Olivia

  Free Fallin’ by Tom Petty

  Mary Jane by Rick James

  Son Of A Preacher Man by Dusty Springfield

  Gangsta’s Paradise by Coolio

  Had Enough by Breaking Benjamin

  Locked Away by R. City, Adam Levine

  Watch Me (Whip/Nae Nae) by Silento

  No Apologies (feat. Jussie Smollet, Yazz) by Empire Cast

  Earned It (Fifty Shades of Grey) by The Weeknd

  Because Of Who You Are by Bishop Paul S. Morton, Sr.

  Praise Is What I Do by Shekinah Ministries

  So High (feat. Ghost Loft) by Wiz Khalifa

  Brick House by the Commodores

  Something’s Come Over Me by Ernie Halter

  Stuck On You by Lionel Ritchie

  Not Strong Enough by Apocalyptica, Brent Smith

  Time of Our Lives by Pitbull, Ne-Yo

  Say You Love Me by Jessie Ware

  You Can Leave Your Hat On by Joe Cocker

  Shake Your Bon-Bon by Ricky Martin

  Boom Boom by John Lee Hooker

  Voodoo Child (Slight Return) by Jimi Hendrix

  Honey, I’m Home by Shania Twain

  You’re Still The One by Shania Twain

  Gone Too Soon by Michael Jackson

  Thank you for reading Misconduct.

  If you enjoyed it, please consider leaving a review at your point of purchase and on Goodreads. It means a lot to me to hear what you think.

  Kathryn C. Kelly

  A Very Christopher Christmas

  A Death Dwellers MC Novella

  By Kathryn Kelly

  Copyright 2015 Kathryn Kelly

  This book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

  This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this eBook with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this eBook and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

  WARNING: May contain spoilers from previous books.

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  Cover design by Crystal Cuffley

  Cover Image Copyright 2015

  A Very Christopher Christmas

  A Death Dwellers MC Novella

  With all threats extinguished, the club has holiday celebrations planned from Halloween to New Year's Day. The biggest events as far as they know is the arrival of babies for two couples. Unfortunately, an arms deal goes awry and puts a damper on the club's good cheer.

  What is the meaning of the holiday season to Christopher "Outlaw" Caldwell? He’s sworn to give Megan a drama free holiday and has even put in a place a no-bloodshed moratorium un
til after the first of the year for his club members. Will he be able to keep his promise to his girl or will all hell break loose?

  To Cancer Survivors – Thank you for your battle and your willingness to share your experiences, so that the ones who come behind you find comfort, strength, and the will to fight on.

  To Fans of the Death Dwellers Series – Thank you for giving me the courage to focus on something other than my illness. I know this isn’t Misfit, but I promise you Cash, Stretch, and Ophelia’s story will come.

  To The Breast Cancer That Changed The Direction of my Life – You’ve challenged me, strengthened me, and shown me how to put everything into perspective. Before my diagnosis, I thought the words ‘fuck off’ meant something. Until you, Breast Cancer, came along, I really didn’t know the beauty of the value of those words. So I say, fuck off, Breast Cancer. You may try to defeat me, but you never will. Hear me roar with the courage you’ve given me to face you.

  As always, getting a book out would be impossible without the skills and knowledge of Kaylene Osborn and K.E. Osborn of Swish Design and Editing, Crystal Cuffley of Rockin’ Red Heads Promotion, Danni List Werner, who keeps me in line, and Claire Richards, my assistant who meets whatever challenge I put forth. You all make my job really easy and for that I thank you.

  Kat’s Krewe, Kat’s Bodacious Babes, and Outlaw’s Bitches, thank you for standing behind me and promoting me even though I’ve been offline for weeks due to chemotherapy side effects. I appreciate each and every one of you.

  Blurb

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine