Death Dwellers Motorcycle Club:: Fifteen Bad Boy Biker Books

by Kathryn C. Kelly

  The man stalked him. “On the fuckin’ basis motherfuckin’ Avalon show the fuck up here, like I’m a fuckin’ dickhead. It finally fuckin’ clicked who the fuck you workin’ for.” He looked at the sobbing attorney. “The question? Is this motherfucker workin’ with him, too?”

  “No, I swear!” Brooks yelled. “I’m not working for anyone but you. Please,” he cried, just as Roxy called in a miserable voice, “please, Outlaw.”

  “I can let her the fuck in but you ain’t leavin’ til I see if you fuckin’ bugged.”

  “What happens if I am?” Knox asked with superiority. They wouldn’t outsmart him. “Besides, how does that man’s appearance make you want to search me? Why didn’t you search him?” Stupid bastard.

  “I wouldn’t do that if I was you,” Val cautioned. “Question Outlaw,” he added. “He got a reason for everything. He might be a Psycho Stalker Wildman, but he one that figure out all the secrets of the universe.”

  “What happens if I am bugged? If you do me anything won’t you be incriminating yourself? You wouldn’t know who’s listening.”

  Unfazed, Outlaw kept his gun steady and finished his cigarette.

  “Prez, Roxanne wearing herself out,” Mortician said. “Can’t we do this some other time?”

  Outlaw shoved the gun against Knox’s temple and his heart started to pound in real, true fear. He was looking death in the eye and the man wasn’t flinching. This was the same person who’d come into a parking garage, shot someone to death, then disappeared. Cameras hadn’t concerned him. Knox hadn’t concerned him. He’d just done what he had to do, saving Knox’s life as well as Cam, the doctor and her unborn baby.

  Knox swallowed and opened his mouth to say something. To draw Outlaw into incriminating words. To remind him of his good deed in the parking lot. Anything. Something.

  Instead, he watched in horror as the man pulled the trigger.

  It clicked.

  His gaze never leaving Knox, Outlaw backed to his seat and nodded for Mortician to open the door, ignoring Knox’s shaking.

  Roxy stumbled into view, looking as wrecked as Knox felt. She was gasping for breath. Mascara ran down her cheeks in teary streaks. Upon seeing him, she hiccupped.

  Knox stumbled to the closest chair and dropped into it, hanging his head in his hands.

  “For what it’s worth, I don’t think Avalon’s related to you,” Johnnie called.

  Mortician rushed past him and stuffed a glass with amber liquid into Roxy’s hands. She didn’t ask what it was. She just drained her glass.

  Knox watched in a blur. He couldn’t believe how close he’d come to dying.

  The door opened and Kendall walked in. Seeing him shivering in his seat made her smirk but when her gaze fell on Roxy, she frowned and rushed forward.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Fine, baby,” Roxy said in a hoarse voice. “I just…Lord have mercy. What the fuck am I doing?” she seemed to be talking more to herself than anyone else.

  “Hey, gorgeous,” Johnnie greeted, going to her and kissing. “What’s up?”

  “Avalon Harrington called me. He said he was visiting Brooks.” Kendall frowned. “He was the firm’s silent partner and the biggest asshole on earth. Bigger than that fucking asshole,” she said, nodding to Outlaw, who didn’t blink. As a matter of fact, it was as if she wasn’t there. “Avalon was always into fucking schemes. I wanted to come and warn Brooks not to trust that snake-in-the-grass.”

  “What are you talking about, Red?” Mortician asked.

  Although Outlaw’s curiosity was piqued, he didn’t say a word. He placed his elbows on the table and seemed to perk his hearing, like a dog on the hunt.

  “Y-yes, Kendall,” Brooks managed to get out, wiping his brow with a paper napkin. “I-I un-underst-stand.”

  Kendall frowned. “What’s the matter…” Voice trailing off, she glared at Outlaw, opened her mouth to speak, then transferred her look to Knox, visibly gritting her teeth. “Harrington,” she said out loud. “Avalon Harrington. Knox Harrington.” She gasped. “What are you doing here, asshole?” she yelled, barreling to Knox and jabbing her finger in his chest. “What is Avalon putting you up to? It has to be a fucking scheme that’s covering up whatever he might be doing.”

  “That’s the same thing Christopher said a little while ago,” Johnnie said with a frown. “That can’t be. That means Brooks is working with them.”

  Kendall reeled back as if physically hit. For a moment, Brooks seemed to be deep in thought before an idea hit him and he widened his eyes. He stared in horror at Outlaw, then swayed and dropped to the floor in a dead faint.

  “Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!” Kendall sobbed. “Oh my God!”

  “Prez, did this motherfucker just faint like a bitch?” Mortician asked, looking down at Brooks.

  Val glanced at him from the other side. “He did. I wonder why.”

  “Cuz either that motherfucker workin’ with these motherfuckers or his bitch is.” Outlaw lit another cigarette. “Knox, motherfucker, this what I’ma do. I upset the fuck outta Roxy, so I’ma let you take her the fuck out.”

  Knox could only nod. But when the silence stretched, he cleared his throat and said, “what else?”

  Outlaw grinned his chilling smile. “Not a motherfuckin’ thing, motherfucker.”

  That would’ve been welcomed news. If only Knox believed that.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  The cat was out of the bag. Roxy had to stop lying to herself about her feelings for Knox. Everyone else now knew that she cared about him more than she admitted. Even to herself.

  She thought sure Knox was dead when Outlaw had put her out. Whatever conclusions the man had drawn from talking to Avalon Harrington, he hadn’t liked. She’d told Knox time and again to stop underestimating Outlaw. Hopefully, now, when he’d walked away with his brain still in his head, he’d listen.

  In silence, they walked to his car. He seemed as shocked and shaken at the evening’s events as she was. Neither of them spoke as he opened her door and she slid in. Or as he got in and drove off.

  Innocuous conversation escaped her at the moment. She just wanted to forget her terror. Forget the feeling in the pit of her stomach that she’d never see Knox alive again.

  True, it was hard to trust him because she knew he was using her. Her emotions had always been a confusing patchwork, a hodgepodge that led her down the wrong path many times. She understood that was one reason she’d foregone relationships in the last few years and concentrated on her family and attempting to get the degree-that-wasn’t-to-be. As tough as she wanted to be, when sex entered the equation, her heart softened. With the exception of K-P, everyone else she’d ever slept with, she’d married.

  So she had to feel something for Knox’s lying, ratfink ass to have given herself to him.

  “Who’s Avalon?” she asked, frowning when she realized how far they’d already driven. They were almost in Portland. “I know he’s related to you in some way.”

  “He’s my uncle,” Knox admitted. “He hired me to smoke out Outlaw and the rest of them.”

  “Shit.” She heaved in a deep breath and closed her eyes. “Knox, listen to me…” She wanted to warn him away but she needed to be sure of something first. “You aren’t wired, are you?”

  “I am, but Outlaw seems to have been tipped off. I suspect Kendall, which is shocking to me.”

  “What makes you think he was tipped off? And why Kendall? It could’ve been me.” Although it was her, Outlaw was also smarter than Knox gave him credit for. Why couldn’t he see that? “Stop underestimating the boy and stop blindly accusing Kendall.”

  Knox frowned. “It couldn’t have been you. You have no reason to turn against me and every reason to want to protect me. We’re lovers.”

  “Grow the fuck up,” she snapped. “Are you really handing me that line, when you’re using me on behalf of your uncle?”

  “I’m not using you,” he argued. “I can’t be if you kn
ow what’s going on. At first? Yes. Now? No. The way you were trying to break that door down to save my life means something to me.”

  She wanted to tell him that she didn’t want him to die, but that would be admitting that Outlaw and the others were violent. She wasn’t good at games. She preferred to lay it all on the line, no matter what it was. Unfortunately, in this case, that wouldn’t work. Too much was at stake. The only thing she could do was play her female card. She groaned at the thought but knew she had no choice.

  “Knox, if you give a fuck about me, just stop whatever you’re investigating. You started our affair as a game. If you want us to continue, I have to know that I’m more than just a mark for your whims.”

  She snapped her brows together at how close to the truth her words were. She did want to know that.

  Knox sighed. “You don’t know what you’re asking of me.”

  “I do.” She was asking him to stay alive. Even Mortician, for all his down-to-earth nature, was a violent killer. He was the enforcer. It was likely Outlaw would order Mortician to dispose of Knox. Although with men like Outlaw and Johnnie as leaders, the club barely needed an enforcer. “Why is Avalon having you do this?”

  “He was one of the partners. Like Brooks, he lost everything.”

  “Are you sure about that? Kendall thinks something else.”

  “Fuck her. She’s with them.”

  Roxy stiffened. “Talking about Kendall or any of the girls is like talking about my Bailey. I won’t stand for it.”

  “I’d never talk about your daughter. The rest of them? Yes! They think they can get away with anything. They think they’re so smart. Maybe, Johnnie is, but the rest of them? They’re ignorant and classless, especially Outlaw.”

  “The fact that you must feel the same about me aside, Outlaw respects you as long as you extend the same courtesy to him.”

  “I don’t feel that way about you. If I did, I wouldn’t have given you the time of day, no matter what reason it was for.” Knox slammed his hand against the steering wheel and came to a stop. “We’re at my house. Can we just enjoy the evening? It got off to a shitty start, but we can salvage it if we drop this conversation for now.”

  “We can,” Roxy agreed. “But I don’t know what the hell you expect to get from me with this between us. Definitely not pussy.”

  “Oh, indeed.” Knox smirked at her. “I do detect a challenge. I gladly pick up the gauntlet that you’ve just thrown down.”

  “Pick it up all the fuck you want, that’s about the only thing of mine that you’ll get to hold tonight.”

  He grinned. “Would it be so bad to let this go so we can enjoy each other’s company? The issue will still be unresolved in the morning. We’ll just let it rest tonight. You did pull out the if-you-care-about-me card. You have to make it up to me for stooping so low.”

  Despite herself, Roxy laughed. “I’ll think about it,” she said primly, arranging her bell-shaped skirt.

  She allowed Knox to lead her into his house, turn on the lights, then guide her to the sofa.

  “Stay here, sweetheart. I have champagne for us.”

  “Trying to get me tipsy?”

  He winked at her. “Would I do that? As I recall, you mentioned something about us spending Thanksgiving together. If you don’t want to make up your ‘if you care for me’ line, then don’t you want to convince me how good your idea is?”

  She tugged his head down for a kiss. “You’ll do anything to get into my panties.”

  “This just dawned on you? From the moment I saw you, I wanted you.”

  “Keep it up and I might believe you really care about me.”

  He stole another kiss from her. “I do,” he whispered.

  “Get the champagne,” she directed.

  Ten minutes later, Roxy was sipping from a glass of Moet and Chandon, with Knox next to her and the small microphone removed. She’d watched him take it off. While the sight of it irritated and frustrated her, she’d had enough of all the intrigue for one night. She decided she’d follow her instinct and allow tonight to lead where it might. Stealing one more piece of heaven for herself in this high stakes game.

  Knox drained his glass and poured himself another one. “Let’s talk about Thanksgiving.”

  Roxy tasted more champagne. “I’m going to New Orleans for two or three weeks. I’m spending the holiday there with my mother. I was thinking, maybe, you can fly down that Wednesday evening.”

  Inscrutability dropped into his face. “How important is this to you?”

  “I won’t die if you can’t make it. I realize you have your own family to celebrate with.”

  He drank again, then stared into his half empty glass. “How into me are you?”

  “What does that mean?” she asked, surprised at the direct question that called for a simple answer.

  He lifted a brow at her, and she scowled.

  “Obviously, I’m into you enough to invite you home,” she snapped, defensive. “We’re just enjoying each other for the time being. This isn’t going to last between us. We both know that.”

  Sighing, he set his glass aside then grabbed hers and did the same. “Come here, babe,” he whispered, not giving her a chance to follow his command. He drew her into his embrace. “Don’t be so touchy. Stop putting perimeters on how we feel about each other. We have some issues between us, but nothing that can’t be worked out. Tomorrow. Tonight, it’s about us. Me showing you how I feel about you.” He released her and got to his feet, then held out his hand. “Come with me. I want to show you something.”

  Knox led Roxy to his bedroom, hoping she liked the effort he’d put into their evening. Hearing her gasp upon seeing the bouquets of flowers, the unlit candles surrounding the bed, and the tray of strawberries and cream, he knew he’d impressed her. He had tuna steaks waiting to be broiled and a huge salad. If she mentioned the dinner he was supposed to cook for her, he’d point that out to her. Otherwise, he intended to spend the rest of the evening in bed with her. Then, tomorrow, when they revisited the subject of Avalon, she’d capitulate to Knox’s way of thinking.

  “You continue to surprise me,” she told him, her tone low and sexy.

  Standing behind her, he gripped her waist and bent to bite her neck, his cock beginning to rise at the feel of her against him. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he murmured, breathing in the sweetness of her perfume.

  “Do that, because it is,” she returned, leaning her head to the side to allow him better access.

  “So easy to please.” He tugged her earlobe between his teeth. “What do you say to me bending you over and fucking you right now?”

  She turned to face him. “This.” Bracing her palms against his chest, she slanted her mouth over his.

  Enjoying the feel of her, Knox returned her kiss measure for measure. He wanted inside of her. Wanted to hear her cry his name. That he could make this strong-willed woman fall apart gave him immense pride.

  “Face the wall,” he instructed, unzipping his fly and pulling his cock out. “And brace yourself.”

  Once she followed his demands, he slid the skirt of her dress above her waist and took her panties off. He caressed one of her ass cheeks then used two fingers to massage her clit. She groaned.

  “You feel so fucking good,” he told her, getting to his knees to run his tongue along her seam and licking her until she began to tremble. “Don’t move.”

  He hurried to his nightstand and found the warming gel. Her orgasm from eating her pussy had brought on a little moisture but he didn’t want to hurt her. Covering her back with the upper part of his body, he kissed her as he inserted some of the gel into her. It was hard to focus on his task, she tasted so damn good, like champagne and Roxy, a sweetness that was all her own mixed with the muskiness of her pussy.

  Standing to his full height, Knox oiled his cock, before plunging into her and grunting in pleasure. She was hot and welcoming, her cries mixing with his sounds and fueling his desire, sliding in
and out of her and thumbing her clit. When she called his name and went fell apart, Knox closed his eyes and let himself go.

  “I can’t believe we fucked each other almost fully dressed.”

  He grinned into her hair. “I couldn’t wait to have you,” he confessed. “Removing our clothes would’ve taken too long.”

  “You have me around here acting like a teenager.”

  “Not true. I have you acting like a desirable woman, not just Roxy, the one everyone runs to when there’s a problem.”

  “I don’t mind it.”

  “If you did, you’d tell them,” he said without a doubt. She wasn’t one to hold her tongue. He straightened and tucked his cock away, enjoying the sight of her ass in the air and his cum leaking from her pussy. “Are you hungry?”

  She stood, turned and leaned against the wall. “I need to clean up.”

  “I like the idea of knowing your pussy is dripping with my jizz.”

  She made a face at him.

  “Leave it in you and undress,” he suggested. “I’ll be ready for round two soon. Hopefully, you’ll give my dick a few kisses.”

  “I’ll think about it, but I’d prefer to start with a fresh pussy.”

  “In that case, go and clean up, then I have something to tell you.”

  “Oh-oh. It sounds serious.”

  “It is. Why do you think I softened you with a couple of orgasms first?” he joked.

  Suspicion entered her eyes. “Well, then, meet me in your living room, then I’ll decide if I want to fuck you or fuck you up.”

  A few minutes later, Roxy walked into the living room and accepted the freshened champagne glass that Knox held out to her. Unsure where to start, he sat next to her and decided to get to the point.

  “I won’t be able to spend Thanksgiving with you,” he started. “I spoke to my son and ex-wife yesterday. He misses me, so I’m going to spend the holiday with him.”

  Her face fell, but she nodded. “You’re so low-down,” she accused. “You could’ve told me first. I should be mad at you for the clumsy way you handled this but I can’t be. Spending time with your son is the right thing to do. Real men face their responsibilities. When does he get into town?”