Crucify Thy Demons: Snakes Henchmen MC

by Grayson, Alivia

  Crucify Thy Demons

  Snakes Henchmen MC

  Alivia Grayson

  Crucify Thy Demons

  Snakes Henchmen MC

  Copyright © 2019 Alivia Grayson

  The contents of this novel are pure fiction.

  All names, places and events are in no way associated with any persons dead or alive.

  Places and events are used for fictional purposes only.

  Any similarity's to real life events, places or persons are pure coincidence.

  No Part of this book may be reproduced in any former by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of dried quotations in a book review.

  All rights reserved.

  For my Family.

  My beautiful babies, and the man I love with all that I am. For sister and best friend, who gives me the strength every day to keep fighting. Thank you for always believing in me, your love and support mean everything. Without you, I wouldn’t be the woman I am today.

  I would also like to thank my dedicated ARC team, who have read this series with love and enthusiasm, and I will be forever grateful to you all!

  Contents

  Introduction

  1. Roman

  2. Marley

  3. Roman

  4. Marley

  5. Roman

  6. Marley

  7. Roman

  8. Marley

  9. Roman

  10. Marley

  11. Roman

  12. Marley

  13. Roman

  14. Marley

  15. Roman

  16. Marley

  17. Roman

  18. Marley

  19. Roman

  20. Marley

  21. Roman

  22. Marley

  23. Roman

  24. Marley

  25. Roman

  26. Marley

  27. Ace

  28. Roman

  29. Marley

  30. Roman

  31. Marley

  32. Roman

  33. Roman

  34. Marley

  35. Roman

  36. Marley

  37. Roman

  About the Author

  Also by Alivia Grayson

  Introduction

  Welcome to Snakes Henchmen MC, here’s where you’ll meet the Motorcycle God’s in leather and denim that have plagued my mind for over ten years.

  They’re strong and powerful, dangerous beyonds words sometimes, but vigilantes who fight for the rights of the innocent. Nothing is too much for these men. You need help, they’ll give it to you. You cross them, you die. That’s all there is too it.

  Beware of the panty-melting, ovary exploding bikers with big hearts and even bigger… ;)

  Chapter One

  Roman

  Women and I are like the sea and salt. We go together or come together depending on the chick. I like to fuck; it’s in my blood. I don’t even give a shit whose pussy it is as long as it’s willing, and trust me; they’re always willing. I’ve never been short of admirers. I’m a ladies man, a man-whore some would say.

  Or I was until I saw the little blonde with the big blue eyes came my way. Ever since we found Wrench alive and doing well thanks to Marley, I haven’t been able to take my mind off of her. I want her in every way imaginable. I’ve never had my mind on a woman so much, but it seems she doesn’t want me.

  I never chase women because I can’t be bothered. I’m too used to them coming to me for what they want. I’m used to getting what I want when I want. With Marley? She’s having none of it, isn’t interested, so she says. But you see, the thing is, I can see just how much she really wants me, it shines too fucking bright in her eyes.

  I should have given up by now, but something stops me. I can’t even fuck some other chick because I can’t get Marley out of my head, no girl has ever gotten inside my head like that. I’ve never wanted to give my all to anyone before.

  However, when Marley called me from that motherfucker Bulldog’s phone, begging me for help because he’d kidnapped her, again, I might add, I rounded up the boys, and Shepard had us ride over there. He wants the whole Devils Roadkill club gone from the world.

  The cunt who runs them, Bulldog, needs to die. Fuck, if there’s anyone on this earth who truly needs to meet the reaper, it’s that motherfucker. We’ve been working toward this day for weeks. After everything the piece of crap put my cousin, not to mention our family through, it’s time to wipe him off the face of the earth!

  Naturally, we’ve surrounded the Devils Roadkill clubhouse. We know who’s inside and who’s missing. Shepard sent a few brothers off to find the missing cunts, and the rest will burn. Bikers, old ladies, it doesn’t matter in this case. Whoever’s inside will die it’s that simple. Shepard doesn’t want any comebacks this time. All trace of this club needs to be gone.

  Was it fair to keep Wrench out of this?

  Yes, he’s not fully healed, and the Prez won’t risk anything happening to him again, not after last time and seeing how ill it made Elie. She’s seven months pregnant, ain’t no brother in this MC gonna risk that kid inside of her – not a second time.

  Hawk and I have the whole place rigged up with explosives, but they won’t go off until I’ve found Marley. That isn’t to say we won’t smoke these motherfuckers out. Of course, we banked on them fighting back; only idiots wouldn’t count on something like that. Few bullets here, few dead bodies there, it’s all the same to us.

  However, there’s the big bastard of a Prez of theirs, our Prez’s younger half-brother, child rapist, Elie’s father. The good for nothing piece of shit that’s coming at me with his fucking knife. My gun jams and I can’t get the fucker to unload. He’s inches away from me, within fucking stabbing distance when his whole fucking chest blows out and knocks him back right before my damn eyes. “Should’ve done that over twenty years ago.” Is all Shepard says in the coldest and most uncaring manner I’ve ever heard. Damn.

  The monster that was Bulldog is gone. I know two ladies who’ll be sleeping easier tonight. Coral and Elie.

  There are bodies everywhere, some of our men injured because of this, and still, I can’t find Marley. The whole place is now filling with smoke. Prez yells for us to get out, we’ve got six minutes before the explosives go off. I’m not leaving this place without my girl.

  Yeah, I said it, my girl.

  “Where is she?!” I yell in the face of some bleeding motherfucker on the floor next to the bar. He doesn’t have to tell me shit, he’s dying, but as I push my fingers into the bullet wound in his chest, he spills it. He knows exactly whom I’m talking about without me having to say her name.

  “Prez’s room,” He gasps out.

  That’s right you piece of shit, tell me what I want to know, then maybe I’ll let you die in peace.

  “Down the corridor, first door on the left.”

  I smirk while bringing my knife down across his throat. Prick gargles on his own blood. Pain and fear flash in his eyes. Just the way I like them.

  Hey, I said maybe I’d let him die in peace.

  You didn’t actually believe me, did you?

  “Marley?!” I yell her name, hoping she’ll answer me, but the smoke is so fucking thick this side of the clubhouse that she’s probably inhaled too much and passed out.

  I tuck my nose into my cut, hoping to breathe a little easier while searching for the right door. First door on the left. There it is, even has the cocky bastards sprawled name across it.

  It takes a couple of kicks, but the fucking thing gives. I was right, the room is filling with
smoke, but I see Marley passed out on the bed. Grabbing the blanket beside her, I wrap Marley up in it and rush from the damn building in hopes I’m in time to save us both. She weighs hardly fucking anything, which is a bonus right now.

  “Give her to me, son.” I shake my head at BlackJack. I’ve got her, and I’m never letting her go.

  As the clubhouse explodes in a flash of fire and noise, I breathe a deep breath. It’s over. They’re gone. Any that are left won’t make it through the night. Those Devils Roadkill cunts finally got what’s coming to them, and who knows, maybe I’ll get the girl.

  I get Marley back to the clubhouse, and Doc checks her over. Marley is far from fine, but she has no lasting damage, nothing that won’t heal, at least. She’d been raped violently and beaten the hell out of, and I have to wonder just how many times this has happened to her.

  I lay Marley down on my bed, but it isn’t long before she wakes, scared, and not knowing where she is. “Hey, it’s okay.”

  “What’s going on, Roman?” Marley brings her hand to her mouth and coughs.

  I sit on the bed beside her and take her hand in mine. “It’s over, Marley,” I tell Marley everything that had gone down, and I watch the tears falling from her eyes as I do.

  “He’s really gone?”

  I nod. “He can never hurt you again. I promise.” Marley breaks down sobbing. I hold her while she cries it all out, and I make sure she’s knows that she’s safe now.

  Marley pulls away from me, her eyes on my mouth as she breathes heavily. I want to kiss her so badly, but I don’t think she needs that right now. Marley has been through hell and back, and I wish more than anything I could have saved her from it all.

  I stroke the back of my hand down her bruised face. I’m a tough son of a bitch, and nothing much hurts me. However, seeing how sad and lost Marley looks hurts more than I could say.

  “Roman?”

  “Yeah?”

  Marley swallows hard. I wait for her to speak, but she doesn’t. She grabs my cut in her hands and pulls me toward her. I steady myself with my hands on the bed, and I can’t help kissing her. I don’t want to be the kind of bastard who takes advantage of a woman when all she needs is tenderness. However, Marley doesn’t give me a chance to protest; she’s kissing me like a woman possessed, tongues crashing, moans escaping both of us.

  I can’t do this, it’s wrong. I take Marley’s face in my hands as gently as I can, and rest my forehead against hers. “Marley, you don’t want this; you’re upset, and you’re not thinking straight.”

  “For the first time in a long time, I’m thinking straight. I want you to make love to me, Roman.” She clutches at my neck. “Please take it all away. Make me forget. Please.” She begs with her eyes closed.

  I’m a bastard of the worst kind, but I’ve never taken advantage of a vulnerable woman in my life. However, Marley needs me – needs this, and I can give it to her.

  I stand from the bed and remove my clothes piece by piece. Marley watches me, eyes widening at the sight of my naked body. I smirk to myself. I get that look a lot. I worked hard for this body, and even harder to keep it. It takes a lot of work when you reach my age.

  I climb on the bed beside her and kiss her neck. “Are you sure about this, Marley?”

  “Please, Roman. You’re all I’ve thought about since the first moment I saw you. You’ve proved again and again that you won’t hurt me. I want to be with you.”

  That’s all I need to hear. I grab the hem of Marley’s soot soaked t-shirt, but she grabs my hands and stops me. “It’s okay, sweetheart.”

  “Please don’t make me take it off, Roman,” I look into her eyes. She’s hiding something from me, yet I can’t make her tell me what. “If you see what’s underneath my shirt, you won’t want me.”

  “Whatever you’re hiding, Marley, you can tell me.” She shakes her head with her eyes closed. I lay my hand on her face, turning her to me, and I kiss her lips softly. “I will always want you, Marley, no matter what.”

  Marley opens her eyes and looks at me. “Then make love to me, Roman.”

  I kiss her hard, and she moans into my mouth. Pulling away, I watch as she tears off her jeans with a smirk on her face, then comes her panties. My eyes widen as she spreads her legs for me, giving me a glimpse of her perfect pussy. My heart is pounding as she grabs my hand and pushes it between her legs. “Can you feel how wet I am for you, Roman?”

  I nod my head because I can’t seem to find my voice. She is wet for me, but I don’t understand how she can want this after everything she’s been through. It’s wrong of me to give in, but I can’t stop myself, and I won’t question it, not when she’s sure that she wants me.

  I lay Marley back on the bed and climb between her legs. I look into her eyes while stroking her face with my hand. Marley has been so used and abused by Bulldog, and I don’t want to hurt her in any way. I’m not the kind of man who makes love to women, I fuck them and make them cum their brains out. However, I want to make love to Marley. I want to show her that she is worth more than she’s been led to believe.

  I kiss Marley tenderly as I enter her willing body. My head drops to her shoulder because the sensation of her pussy walls tightening around my cock is almost too much. I’ve wanted this since the moment I met her, and now that I have her, it’s like every dream I’ve ever had come true.

  Marley clings to me tightly as we make love. The whole time we look into each other’s eyes, and at this moment in time, this perfect moment, I know that I’ll never let her go. I’ve never felt like this about anyone in my life. I never wanted to claim a woman. The world knows what a male slut I am, how I’ll fuck anything with a pussy that moves. This is different, however. All those times, I’ve mocked my brothers for falling in love, for claiming a woman when they could be out there loving many in the biblical sense. However, here I am, Roman Walker, falling for the woman who saved my cousin’s life.

  I kiss Marley deep and tell her, “You’re mine, Marley. God, you are mine!”

  “Roman,” Is all she whispers in my ear as we both come hard.

  I pull out of her, and hold her so damn close to me, telling her how everything will be okay now. “I will never let anything happen to you ever again, Marley. I promise on everything I love that you are safe now.” No fucker would ever dare touch what’s mine and live to tell the tale.

  Marley tightens her arms around my waist; her head tucked in my neck. “I believe you.” She whispers sleepily. I pull the covers over bother of us, and we fall asleep in each other’s arms. Everything is going to be okay. I’ll get Marley the help she needs to get past everything that’s happened to her. No one in their right mind would expect her to be okay. She’s bound to have some form of PTSD. I will keep her safe, and from now on, she’s mine.

  If only I’d felt her climb out of that bed and leave.

  If only I’d woken up and stopped her.

  If only.

  Chapter Two

  Marley

  It wasn’t supposed to be like this, my life. I wasn’t supposed to be running from the past, the hell I lived for too long thanks to my father’s debts to a man... No, to a monster, who gave not one shit for anyone else but himself. I wasn’t meant to be his plaything. I guess that’s a good a word as any for what I was to him. I managed to get away from him. It took a lot of strength to do so, but I did it.

  However, I wasn’t supposed to find a stranger in the woods, bleeding, dying. I wasn’t supposed to save him, and I certainly wasn’t supposed to get tangled up in MC life again. In saving the stranger in the woods, my monster found me again, and he did far worse than shoot and stab me. He almost killed me this time.

  Two years, I had hidden from him. Two years, I had stayed alone in a place I believed he wouldn’t find me. It would never have been far enough. However, I knew he would track me somehow.

  Luckily for me, I stumbled upon an old cabin in the woods.

  Sounds like a film, right?

  Yet it
’s true. I broke in and made it my home. No one ever came around, so I guessed it had been abandoned. I fixed it up and made it livable. I figured that if anyone did come around I’d tell them I’d lost my way and I was just stopping by for the night. If they questioned me, I would run.

  I learned how to grow vegetables and hunt for meat. ’I’d kill anything I knew ’I’d be able to make a meal out of. Wild rabbits, even a hog or two. Kind of like a savage, but I learned how to take care of myself. I didn’t care because I was free.

  For two years, I was safe from the monsters that were the Devils Roadkill MC. Safe until the dying stranger in the woods.

  I was once a Doctor of medicine. Well, okay, almost. I was a resident doctor, a good one with a promising future in medicine. I lost that the day my father traded me.

  However, I put my knowledge to good use when I helped my stranger. I fixed him up and made sure he got well enough to go home to the woman he loved. I shouldn’t have taken his message to his MC. I was terrified. I ran from one club just to walk into another, but I would have done anything for Wrench, anything to get him back to his love.

  I may have been scared, but the Snakes Henchmen MC were nothing like Devils Roadkill MC. The bikers of Snakes Henchmen respected their women, took care of their children, and protected them all in the name of their club. Wrench wasn’t lying when he told me that.