Where Souls Spoil

by Jc Emery

  Over the years, we’ve done our fair share of recon missions through the club. Everything from pulling hookers out of crack dens to helping a brother out of a sticky situation he’s found himself in. My brothers are always grateful for the assist, but the bitches we help usually act so fucking entitled that it’s almost not even worth it if I don’t get my dick sucked afterward. I mean, Christ. We’ve had our fair share of divas over the years.

  But looking at Alexandra as she looks over the club with such intensity, and not an ounce of detest, makes me wonder what else is going on inside of her head. Finally, her eyes land on mine. She flinches in surprise then her expression warms. I can’t quite figure her out, but I’m going to try. She’s not someone I should be fucking around with, I already know that. And I don’t want to fuck anything up. She is family, after all. But damned if I’m not fucking baffled by her behavior. Her eyes widen and her plush lips part. Dick-sucking lips if I’d ever seen ‘em. Her eyes dart around before coming back to me.

  A faint smile covers her face as she mouths the words that will be etched into my mind for months to come. She says, “Thank you,” like I’ve done something for her. The show of appreciation takes me aback, forcing me to break the stare for a moment before I regain focus on her face. And I can’t look away. Women don’t thank me much, even after I’ve fucked them just the way they want it. They don’t thank me when I do nice shit for them. But this chick thanks me in a way I’d have expected the least and I can’t look away until Ma exits the bathroom, walks up to her, and starts chatting her up. I force myself to go back to paying attention to Pop, but the only thing I can think about is this stupid girl and her gratitude. It makes me feel like I’ve done something worth doing, which I haven’t experienced in a long time. And I’m not sure I’m going to recover if she keeps appreciating shit.

  Chapter 13

  Ryan’s POV

  FUCKING DUKE. HE thinks he’s paying me back or some shit. We go back all the way to elementary school. He was my brother even before we shared a patch. We’ve been through some shit, he and I. I got his back in anything. Anything but this.

  “Princess wants to have fun,” he says, leading Cub down the hall with one arm slung over her shoulders and a “fuck you” grin on his face. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve heard him call her Princess, both to her face and when she’s not around, it still grates on me. I know damn well he doesn’t have a thing for her. His dick’s too wrapped up in wishing Nic would acknowledge his existence to develop any fucking feelings for Alex.

  This chick—Mary, Melanie, Ellen, fuck if I know—continues to rub herself up against my dick. I’m barely at half-mast. The frustration builds inside, making me restless. Alex moves to pass me, her arm dangling at her side. Unable to help myself, I reach out and hook my index finger around her pinky. She’s so soft. Everything about her is soft, even the sass she throws on the rare occasion that she speaks to others. She doesn’t know I see her, but I do.

  A rush of excitement builds in my gut, making me gasp. This chick—the one who’s sucking so hard on my fucking neck, I think she’s going to leave a bruise—takes it as a sign that she’s doing something right, and she runs a hand down my stomach and cups my dick.

  Despite our connection, she continues to create a distance between us. It’s probably karma or some shit. I’m a dick to her, and she leaves me. But all I can do is stand here like a fucking tool, latching onto her pinky for dear life. Ever since I met her, that’s how I’ve been feeling. I’m off balance, and the club’s figured it out. I try to play it off, like I’m not desperate to get into her pussy or something, but they know better.

  Just before we lose contact, her head spins around. She’s scowling. Her brows pull together, and her bottom lip juts out. But damned if it doesn’t feel good to have her look at me. It’s been months since I’ve spent any time around her, and even then it was brief. But she won’t go away, and I don’t know why. She’s everywhere and it’s fucking insufferable. Her dark brown hair falls around her shoulders, and she looks so young and yet so determined to grow up at the same time. She’s like a baby bear—a cub—little, but already so very fucking lethal. At least, that’s how it feels when she tears her eyes away from mine and passes through the kitchen by Duke’s side.

  I strain to keep my body in place, but the need to follow her is overwhelming. Finally, having enough of the fucking vacuum at my neck, I give the bitch a gentle shove. I just need some distance. She’s gorgeous as shit and fucking stacked with some of the perkiest natural tits I’ve ever seen, but she’s also just too fucking eager. It used to be my thing, but not now. Now, I’m all kinds of fucked up with ideas of a gentle touch and a soft smile, and coy flirting. It’s the worst fucking thing I could be getting into, and yet I am.

  “What’s wrong, baby?” the chick asks. Blowing out a frustrated breath, I practically spit a string of curse words at the wall before me. She blinks rapidly, and her face falls. Shit. Bitches who look like that aren’t as eager to ride my cock. I really don’t want to have to start over with another bitch. This one’s mostly ready to go.

  “Nothing. Come on,” I say, grabbing her wrist and moving toward the kitchen. She doesn’t budge, and I stop in place. Looking back at her, I raise my eyebrows.

  “Where are we going?” she asks, her eyes shooting to Cub’s bedroom door. An irrational flash of anger shoots through me at the thought of her in that room, on that bed. She has no fucking business being in that room.

  “Do you want me to fuck you or not?” I ask in a harsher tone than I intend, but she gets the point. I’ve seen her around the clubhouse and in the palace. She’s got a thing for attention, and she’s taken some raunchy dick to get it. So she relents, just like I knew she would. I keep her wrist tight in my hand and lead her out of the house. It’s a typical party, maybe even a little tame. People are fucking around in every corner of this house. I find myself stumbling around drunk fuckers left, right, and sideways. It’s ridiculous and I love it. I miss this shit. Ma’s been low-key since she brought her cub home, probably worried she’ll think we’re all just a bunch of heathens—which we are.

  It’s no coincidence that as we leave the house, Duke and Alex are a hundred feet or so in front of us. Walking through the backyard, I make sure not to lose them in the crowd. Up ahead, in the large red barn, it looks like some of the party guests are hot boxing the fucking thing. I pull the chick around the corner of the barn, shielded just enough so neither Duke nor Alex will see us.

  She leans against the side of the barn and immediately goes to work on the button of my jeans, and then the fly. Pulling my jeans down just below my ass, and then slowly lowering my boxers, she gently pulls my dick free. I haven’t even come yet and I’m already over it. She licks her lips and smiles at me as she lowers herself to the ground. “You’re so big, baby.”

  “Shut up,” I snap, unable to stop myself. “You wanted my dick, you got it.” Ignoring my attitude, she lets her tongue glide against my tip, and finally I’m starting to feel something.

  On the other side of the barn, Alex presses herself up against Duke—my fucking brother. This fucker and I, we share a patch, and that is supposed to mean more than fine pussy. I place my hand against the bar to keep myself steady as this chick works her magic on my dick while her hand cups my balls. It’s starting to feel pretty fucking euphoric, but then his hand moves to her hip, sneaks around to her ass. And I’m numb.

  I barely feel her lips on my dick as I watch his tongue shove into Alex’s mouth. My hand aches from the way I’m gripping the aged wood of the barn. The way Duke touches her makes everything else in the world fade away. He’s seducing her, just like he’s done to so many others. Lowering her to the grass, I feel a twinge of anger start to build. This is so wrong—all of it. Him doing her, me watching him do it. I’ve seen brothers run a train on some bitch I didn’t even know, and it didn’t faze me. But this is different. I know Alex, and I don’t think she can handle what he’s about
to do to her.

  Suddenly, my dick is cold. I look down and see the chick has stopped doing her thing. Instead, she’s standing up, and pulling a condom out of her pocket. I shake my head and pull one of my own out. Call me paranoid, but I’m not about to knock some chick up. Especially one whose name I don’t even know.

  Making quick work of the condom, I roll it onto my dick and spin her around, pushing her front up against the side of the barn. Eagerly, she discards her clothes and kicks them aside. I don’t know why she bothered with her top. I’m not in the mood to motorboat her tits or anything. She tries to turn, but I place my hand between her shoulder blades to keep her in place. I use one hand to keep her steady and the other to guide myself in. She moans loudly, irritating me. All I want to think about is her pussy, but all I can think about is Cub’s. She’s got to be tighter than this; sweeter, too. I bury myself in this used up cunt, then pull out, and ram myself back in. She murmurs something unintelligible. She’s enjoying this way too fucking much, and I’m not enjoying it at all.

  Duke shifts just enough, providing me a clear view of Alex as she lies, with her jean shorts unbuttoned and peeled open, on the damp grass. Above her, Duke trails his hand down her stomach, and then over her underwear. I can’t see the top of her panties, but I know that move. Sure enough, he hooks a finger beneath the fabric. Everything I’ve been feeling, and everything I’ve lied to myself about feeling, boils to the surface. Blind rage takes over, and I push this chick up against the barn. Her only response is to moan in delight as I batter her with my dick.

  Alex squirms and then lets out a breathy moan. My stomach clenches and my visions hazes over. This stupid bitch whines and tries to shove off the barn. Giving her a firm, but slight, push, I wrap a hand around her hair and tilt her head back just a bit. “Enjoy it. This is the only time you’re getting my dick,” I say.

  “You’re being too rough,” she protests, but I ignore her and tighten my grip on her hair.

  “Ow. Careful,” she whimpers, but it’s not enough to make me stop what I’m doing. Again and again, I pummel myself inside of her. Watching Alex writhe under Duke’s touch crosses signals in my brain, makes my chest pound, and makes my mouth go dry. Like the sick fuck that I am, I fine-tune my movements in time with his. If I zero in on the arch of her back and the sounds of her orgasm as it builds, I can pretend it’s my dick inside her and this bitch and Duke are nothing but a fucking memory.

  “It hurts,” she says in a harsh tone, but it doesn’t matter. Alex tosses her head back and she grips the grass beside her. Watching her fall apart like that forces my own orgasm out. My head pounds as I come, still ramming into her pussy, but letting go of her hair.

  Barely coming down off of her high, I have to watch as Duke stands, and licks her juices off of his finger, and then walk away. I still myself and pull out, then toss the condom off into the grass and pull my pants up the rest of the way. But I don’t move. The chick turns around and tries to kiss me like we’re a fucking couple now or some shit. Barely able to manage it, I say, “Go.”

  And she does, and I’m left to watch Cub as she cries in silence in the damp grass.

  Thrash (Bayonet Scars, No. 2)

  LONELINESS SUFFOCATES THE HEART. ACCEPTANCE BREAKS DOWN WALLS.

  As a Lost Girl to the Forsaken Motorcycle Club, Nicole Whelan knows how to party. She’s not cut-out for relationships and her life is way too complicated for anything more than casual encounters. But one night when she falls into Duke’s bed at the clubhouse, he sees something in her that he can’t let go of—no matter how many times she tries to run.

  Having been left to raise her teenage brother, Jeremy, she’s already got her hands full and isn’t looking for anymore complications. But Duke’s just watched his best friend fall for the only girl he couldn’t have, and then almost lose her so shortly after, shaking him to his core. Faced with his own loneliness, he’s more determined than ever to break down Nic’s walls and show her that he can be good for her; but he’s got a bad track record and she’s got a bad temper. Changing his ways isn’t easy when he’s not sure what he’s even changing for.

  The violence and turmoil are at an all-time high, and Forsaken is in a vulnerable place when a twist of fate breathes new life into the club. It’s a much-needed beacon of hope for the embattled biker family, even if everyone’s not exactly on board. With Duke and Nic’s relationship already on shaky ground, and something even more important at stake, the Forsaken Motorcycle Club will fight like hell to keep their family together and whole.

  Love is never more precious than when it’s new.

  Dedication

  For Dawn—because nobody else would let me turn them into a whore.

  Table of Contents

  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

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Epilogue

  Prologue

  May (23 months to Mancuso’s downfall)

  Nic

  EVERYTHING IS FUCKED up. The room tilts slightly—or maybe it’s me—and the edges of everything around me is fuzzy. Maybe I drank too much this time. No, scratch that, I know I drank too much this time. Being here, with him, should be my first clue that I fucked up and went too far. I promised myself I wouldn’t do this, not with him. This is what happens when I drink too much. I make poor decisions. This time my poor decision has an all-too-familiar name: Duke.

  He’s been trying to fuck me for years and I’ve always lied through my teeth and let him think that I wasn’t interested. If he knew about the stupid crush I’ve been harboring for him after all these years, I wouldn’t have been able to keep him off of me for this long. He’s persistent, I’ll give him that.

  It doesn’t matter what-- or who-- he’s doing. Every night we’re both here, we hang out for a while. Usually, it’s me sitting in silence drinking my beer, and it’s Duke telling me I should suck his dick-- to which I decline. But he’s here and it’s a routine I’ve come to appreciate. It’s not much, but it’s something. And until now, it’s always been enough.

  Maybe just for one night I want to let myself indulge in the fantasy.

  He holds my hand in his, atop his bent knee. I’m leaning into him, an arm on the top of the bar to hold myself upright, my ass is scooted to the edge of the barstool. Duke’s blue eyes are bloodshot and hazy. Small lines appear on the sides from the smile on his face. I try to smile back, but I probably look like a stroke victim. Everything keeps tilting. It’s really not fair because it makes it harder to really see him. He’s all thick neck and goatee and short blond hair and sex. And I’ve seen him make other Lost Girls come. They scream their brains out as he fucks them hard. And tonight it’s my turn. Tonight, it’s like Christmas and I’m about to get a present that is going to make it hard to walk for the next two days.

  I try to focus on the beer bottle as he brings it to his lips. I can’t quite read the label on the side. It’s less than a foot away, but everything I look at seems backwards, but not backwards at the same time. Damn, I’m fucked up. He tips his head back, and gulps down what’s left in the bottle. Sitting the empty on the bar, Duke licks the beer off his lips. It’s almost like he’s teasing me with every part of his body I’ve fantasized about for so long, but have never given myself the right to have. I don’t realize I’m biting my lip until it hurts. He smirks and pulls my lip away from my teeth.

  We’ve never been here before. This close. It’s u
nnerving.

  “You’ve been a hard one to catch,” he says. I purse my lips and smile at him. Duke has always been the kind of guy that people are just naturally drawn to. Ever since the first time I saw him freshman year of high school, I’ve had a thing for him. But Duke likes to fuck around and play mind games and that’s a surefire way to get my heart broken. So, no thank you.

  But right now he’s all muscles and goatee and smooth talking, and I’m all drunk and relaxed, and up for anything. So, yes please.

  “Let’s go,” he says, standing from his position on the stool. He gives my hand a slight tug, encouraging me to move. I’m not sure it’s such a good idea. I list myself off the seat and move to step down, but somehow lose my footing and slip toward the floor. A strong arm catches me on my way down, pulling me against a mass of warmth wrapped in leather and jeans.

  Holding me up, Duke leads us through the main room of the Forsaken Motorcycle Club’s clubhouse, and down a long hallway with doors on both sides. At the very end of the hall are the double doors to the chapel. I’ve never been in there. If there’s anything sacred to an outlaw motorcycle club, it’s the chapel. On the left side is the palace, which I admit with no great amount of pride, that I’ve danced half naked in a time or two. The other doors lead to bedrooms which serve as crash pads for club members, and I know exactly which rooms belongs to which brother. All Lost Girls know that.

  We stop at the third door on the right which Duke was gifted when he earned his officer patch as SECRETARY. He reaches out, twists the handle and lets the door swing open. The room is dimly lit and reeks of body odor, which is not uncommon. With his hand on my lower back, he encourages me into the room with a gentle push. I blow out a deep breath and walk in, shrugging off my reservations.