TWISTED MAYHEM (A Devil Call MC Book) (Talon & Everly Book Four) (Devil Call MC Talon & Everly 4)

by Ana W. Fawkes

6.

  (Talon)

  You can call it a hangover, but I called it an excuse to start drinking first thing the next day. Of course, my version of the next day was past noon when I got out of bed. Everly was already awake and dressed, wearing a black shirt and blue jeans. How in the hell her body could look so good and beautiful was beyond me. It was like the opposite of what Jade would wear, yet Everly looked amazing. I hated the idea that Jade was going through my mind, along with a rolling pain from the bottle of vodka I drank the night before.

  I walked up behind Everly and slipped my hands around her body. I wore nothing but jeans that were unbuttoned and unzipped. My cock was hard, as it was each day I woke up.

  “Morning,” I whispered.

  “Good morning,” Everly said. “I can feel you…”

  She wiggled her ass at me.

  “Good,” I said. “You look fucking beautiful right now.”

  “It’s a shirt…”

  “It doesn’t matter. I’m telling you that you look fucking beautiful.”

  Everly looked over her shoulder at me. She smiled. I looked at her lips. They were thin and delicious. They reminded me of another set of lips of hers that I loved to enjoy.

  I kissed her and felt a relaxing feeling shoot through my body. Everly was becoming a drug to me. A fucking drug that I would never be able to stop savoring and would never get over if it was taken away from me.

  “Are you okay?” Everly asked.

  “Great,” I said. “I just need a shot or two to take the edge off. To get rid of the brick rolling around inside my head.”

  Everly laughed. “You kind of hogged that bottle last night.”

  “Yeah I did. Sorry.”

  “Don’t be.”

  Everly reached back and touched my face. My hand slid up her body and cupped her breast over her shirt. She was so fucking perfect. This kind of angel or something that landed in the middle of Devil Call MC. Landed right in my fucking arms so I could savor these moments.

  Damn, Everly was turning me into something I never thought I’d be. How much I fucking cared for her. How much she left me feeling… left me feeling like I… like I fucking loved her.

  “What’s wrong?” Everly asked again. “You seem distant.”

  “I’m right here, beautiful,” I whispered.

  I kissed Everly again and then walked away from her. I was on the edge of admitting something crazy to her. My damn heart wanted to explode and tell her I loved her. But my mind knew better. I couldn’t let romance overshadow what was happening right now. There was so much death and war around the MC, the focus couldn’t leave that.

  I put on a shirt and went to the door. I looked back at Everly and smiled. “Fuck, beautiful, you don’t get it.”

  “Get what.”

  “What you mean,” I said. “And I promise that everything will be known.”

  “Okay,” Everly said.

  Before leaving the room, I looked to the floor. I realized that Everly didn’t have her bag in my room. And she didn’t have her clothes from last night either. That meant she had been down in Layne’s room at some point. While I was sleeping off the booze she was in Layne’s room.

  I shut the door and gritted my teeth.

  If I just took the patch off the table… if I just wore it, took complete control of the MC…

  But I couldn’t. I wanted the club to vote it. I wanted the true President to step forward and be the one to lead the MC.

  I took my two shots of vodka at the bar. They burned. They tasted like hell. But after a few minutes, the pounding in my head was gone.

  Buzzy sat next to me, Jagg on the other side.

  “For the record,” Jagg said, “I wanted to find you. I didn’t want to stare at a map.”

  “I appreciate that,” I said.

  “Layne means well,” Buzzy said. His voice was even more throaty at the beginning of the day and when he tried to whisper. “He tries to find the most logical way of handling things. You know that.”

  “I know,” I said. “I didn’t say a word about it. It’s out of my mind.”

  “Bro, you were kidnapped,” Jagg said.

  “I wasn’t,” I said. “I went willingly. I came back just fine. It’s a bullshit thing, okay?”

  “Give us something,” Buzzy said.

  I shook my head. “You want to know something? It’s about Tommy, okay? Just settling my debt. For killing him. I came out of prison all wound up and wanted to fucking kill. To take back the MC and the town. I wanted to fix it all. Get my revenge with Rilen Lost. Plow through Los Ahn. All I had was time to think…”

  I saw others creeping closer to the bar. Kade, Austin, Drave, Ash, Hawke, and then finally, Layne. I had a gathering around me. It was unexpected, but if everyone wanted to hear something truthful, then fuck it. I could open my heart a little. That’s what Everly did to me.

  “It’s about time and thinking,” I said. From the corner of my eye I saw Everly coming from the hallway too. “I would sit there all goddamn day and think about what needed to get done when I got out. So when the time came, I went for it. I heard rumors of Los Ahn pushing into Brocke. And then I heard rumors of the drugs within the MC. Everything comes around.” I looked at Layne. “Everything, man. All the bullshit. And if I heard about it in prison, what the fuck do you think other clubs think? Christ, I know Hollis is dead, but he was fucked up on drugs. And then Gabel… I know that’s a mess right now. Maybe I shouldn’t have killed Tommy, but you know what? I found out the guy was running drugs. So I’m trying to make peace with my rash decision, but in my heart, it was the right one.” I rose from the barstool. “This MC means too much to me. I would die for it. I would serve life in prison for it. I would do anything for this MC. This is my family. This is my home. This is my heart. And each and every one of you can question what happened to me yesterday. I don’t give a fuck. I’m trying to right a wrong. For the sake of the MC. Got it?”

  I looked around at everyone. Nobody spoke up for a few seconds.

  Layne then came to the bar and grabbed Drave and Ash by the shoulders and threw them out of the way. He then took out a piece of paper and slapped it down to the bar.

  “I don’t act as fast as you do,” Layne said. “I’m not afraid to admit it. But I act smart. I wasn’t killing time with a fucking map, bro. I was trying to figure out a perimeter. And I knew you’d be crazy enough to fight your way out of whatever happened. And if someone wanted to pull some tricks, they’d come here. We’d look weak but we would have a plan.”

  I looked at Layne. “Yeah. Sounds good.”

  “And I sent Austin to dig up some shit on Jony. To help settle this shit with Rilen Lost. Thinking smart. Austin managed to get some dirt, but this picture is pretty interesting. Rilen Lost is working with a suit and tie. Business, drugs, or maybe someone being paid off to take you out, I don’t know. This is why Austin was there and alone. I wanted to get this information and show it to you.”

  My eyes went to the paper on the bar. It was a picture. It was Jony standing with a few of his goons holding weapons. Jony was shaking someone’s hand. Jade’s fucking hand. And next to Jade stood Vaughn. Arms crossed, a smirk on his face.

  “Fuck,” I whispered.

  “Yeah,” Layne said. “That’s what I was trying to do. Trying to fucking help you out, man.”

  “Layne…”

  Layne turned and walked away. Rightfully so, I guess.

  The group slowly broke up, life returning back to what everyone considered normal. One thing was for damn sure; this vote was going to be a hell of a decision. Between myself and Layne, it would be two different people running the MC two very different ways. And the honor of the President’s patch was great. Whoever wore it had the power. Bottom line. The only way to change that was death, prison, or a complete upheaval of the MC.

  I folded up the paper and stuck it into my back pocket.

  Jagg left the clubhouse but returned a few seconds later. “Hey, Talon…”
/>   “What?” I asked.

  “That detective is here.”

  “Fuck,” I growled.

  We had security cameras around the compound and when I looked to one of the screens, sure enough, Detective John was standing against his car, arms crossed.

  I wondered how long he’d stand there but I didn’t want to fuck around. I didn’t need the attention or the heat for the MC right now.

  “Stay here,” I ordered. “Watch the cameras. If something happens, come out.”

  “Talon,” Buzzy said. “We have to take care of this guy.”

  “He’s sniffing,” I said. “Because of those security tapes that are missing. He’s trying to use that to get to me. To get to us. He has nothing and will never have a thing. Play it off and he’ll be gone soon.”

  “He’s the reason Hollis is dead,” Layne said, his back to me.

  “No,” I said. “The reason Hollis is dead is his own fault. Because of the fucking drugs. Because nobody was paying attention while he was stuffing shit up his nose. Shooting death into his veins. And going into fucking debt.”

  I saw Layne make fists.

  Come on, Layne. Turn and fucking swing. Get it all out. Settle it like men before the President vote is done.

  But Layne didn’t do a thing.

  I looked at Everly and gave a nod. She looked pale and scared.

  That bothered me because the idea that Detective John could crack Everly’s shell could only mean trouble for the MC. Everly needed to be stronger and ignore the fucking badge and a sense of entitlement.

  I left the clubhouse and when Detective John saw me, he took off his sunglasses. He put them on the roof of his car. He reached into the open window and pulled out an envelope.

  “What the fuck do you want?” I asked. “This is private property. If you don’t have a warrant, then get out.”

  “You know what this is?”

  “What?”

  “The backup disc,” Detective John said.

  It made me want to stop dead in my tracks, but I had to play it off. I had to give the image that I knew nothing about Tommy and his murder.

  “Good for you,” I said. “What the fuck does that have to do with me?”

  “Everything, Talon. You killed Tommy. It’s right here.”

  He shook the envelope. I kept my eyes still, right on Detective John. The truth was that any second I expected two dozen cars to come flying into the lot and then have Detective John would take pride in turning me around and cuffing me. It would haven’t been the first time…

  “You saw that?” I asked. “You watched the disc? Because if so, you would have backup right now.”

  “Who’s to say they are waiting for my signal?”

  “Then give the signal,” I said.

  “Not yet.”

  “Yeah? Because you’re full of shit.”

  “You think that, Talon?”

  “I fucking know it.”

  “Listen, son…”

  That was it for me. I reached for my knife and before Detective John knew what to do, I had him pinned against his car, the blade to his throat. His eyes went wide, his memory best serving him with me as a little punk kid that couldn’t defend himself.

  No more, man. No more.

  “Where’s your backup now?” I asked with a grin.

  The clubhouse door exploded and it sounded like a thousand voices. The guys were pouring into the lot, wanting to save me from myself.

  I backed up and pointed, making sure they stopped.

  I put the knife away and stood there, waiting for Detective John to speak. He stretched his neck and shook the envelope again.

  “There’s nothing on the disc, Talon,” he said. “Nothing.”

  “Because I didn’t do anything.”

  “No,” Detective John said. “You did something. But this footage is old. The company told me it was a backup copy, but forensics found that it’s from a week before the murder. So it shows nothing. Which means there’s something deeper happening.”

  “Nothing to do with me,” I said. “We’re just a group of bikers, man. We like to drink, fuck, and cause trouble. But murder? That’s not our bag. You know that.”

  I had Detective John by the balls now. He had nothing on us. This game was now between him and Jade and Vaughn. And once I took care of Jade and Vaughn, this would all go away. Including Detective John. He could fuck off to another town, county, maybe even another state. It didn’t matter. As long as he was gone…

  “I’m just trying to help you,” Detective John said. “Trying to protect you from yourself, Talon. Like I’ve always done.”

  “Fuck off.”

  “No, son, you can’t talk like that to me.”

  “Call me that again and I swear…”

  Detective John dropped the disc and pulled out a gun. He put it between my eyes and stood there. “I can end this now. I have enough backing to make it all legit. You don’t know how deep I can go, Talon.”

  “Then do it.”

  “Anyone else, I would. But how can I kill my own son.”

  I made fists. “I’m not your fucking son, John. I never was. I never will be.”

  “Why don’t you talk to your girlfriend. Ask her what she thinks.”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?”

  “She knows the truth, Talon. I’m just trying to help you. I can take you away from this life. This mess. I’ll even bring Everly too. If that’s what you need.”

  I swung my hand and slapped the gun away. I turned my head and looked at the crowd near the door. They hadn’t heard the conversation, which was good. There were only a few people who knew my darkest secret. One of them Layne. And now, apparently, Everly knew.

  When I looked at her, she looked away.

  And right then, my damn heart started to break a little.

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  7.

  (Everly)

  Seeing Talon with Detective John made me feel uneasy. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I could just feel it. I just knew something bad was going to come from this. And when Talon looked at me, I did the worst thing possible.

  I looked away.

  If that wasn’t bad enough, I slowly turned and walked back into the clubhouse.

  Our night had been wild. Watching Talon chug vodka left me uneasy, but the drunker he got, the looser her got. It was nice to see him smiling. To feel a little flirting in his touch. And even when I straddled his body and rode him hard and fast, he was the one gripping the sheets on the bed, leaving me feeling like I was in complete control of him.

  When he came, he laughed. He threw his arms around me and pulled me down to him, holding me tight, leaving his cock inside me, throbbing. We both then laughed together, feeling innocent and free. His hands cupped my ass and lifted me off him. He rolled me to the side and we stopped laughing. He stared at me, his eyes so blue and perfect, like nothing I’d ever seen before. His hand stroked my hair, my face. The tip of his thumb teased the tip of my nose. He scrunched up his nose when he did that, making me smile. It was cute. It was romantic. Fuck, it pushed me right over the edge.

  I was in love with Talon. Madly in love with Talon. My heart felt a special way when I was with him. And seeing him like that, drunk or not, that really meant something. If he could just be like that all the damn time.

  I knew it was possible but only if he wasn’t in Devil Call MC. The club and life made him hard and paranoid. Part of me wanted to believe that it would end soon. Not the club, not the life, but everything surrounding it that left him uneasy.

  The night came to an end when Talon put his head to my chest. His mouth close to my breath, his breathing tickling my nipple. I was the one then stroking his hair. His ear was the one listening to my heart beat instead of me listening to his. It was so different and so fucking nice.

  For a moment, I had a vision of me and him being like this all the time. The club running smoothly. Talon with the President patch sewed in place, the rest of the guys
knowing their position and purpose.

  But it was all bullshit.

  This wasn’t that kind of life. Even on the best days it was still a mess. Because someone always would want a piece of Devil Call MC. And someone would always want a piece of Talon.

  That’s what I realized when I saw him and Detective John together.

  Nothing would ever change. It would be like waves crashing onto the beach. There would always be waves. Some would be small and easy. Some would be bigger and maybe fun to jump through or ride along. But there would always be the lingering storm on the horizon. The storm that would take the waves and make them treacherous.

  The clubhouse door opened and Talon was the first one to come rushing in. The look on his face tore through me. He was hurt.

  I reached for him and he grabbed my wrist. He twisted and I spun around. His body was then against mine, holding me to the bar.

  “Holy fuck,” I said.

  “What the fuck do you know?”

  “Talon…”

  “What the fuck… do you know…?”

  “Jesus Christ, man,” Jagg yelled as he came into the clubhouse.

  Layne was right behind Talon, and the second Layne saw me, I knew what was going to happen. I tried to yell that I was okay, but Layne was already on the move. He shoulder tackled Talon, knocking him away from me. Talon didn’t easily let me go, leaving me spinning and I went flying across the clubhouse. My hip crashed into one of the pool tables and I fell to my knees. I cried out.

  Layne turned his head and Talon took advantage of the opportunity. He smacked Layne in the side of the face, knocking him away. Talon got to his feet and lifted his foot. All I could picture was Layne getting his jaw destroyed like Talon had done to Gabel.

  “Talon!” I yelled. “Help me.”

  Talon’s attention was all mine. He put his foot down, over Layne, and kept walking.

  I offered my hand and Talon lifted me. He took me right off the ground and started to carry me. It should have been romantic, but it was anything but that. Talon’s grip was strong, angry. He took me from the clubhouse right to his room. He took me to the bed and dropped me. I felt dirty, unwanted. Unneeded.