ABOUT DISCONNECT
Karina
Love and hate aren’t that far apart. Once I loved Logan.
Now he’s kidnapped me, and he's determined to tell me secrets I don’t want to know.
Dante
Once I get my baby girl back, Logan’s going to ground. I just have to find the disloyal bastard first. Then it's time to admit that what Karina and I have is more than sex.
DISCONNECT…
What secrets is Logan hiding? Why does he risk his life to abduct an ex-girlfriend from Dante, the Sergeant-at-Arms of the Iron Bulls MC? Who's telling the truth? Who's lying? Who can Karina Trust?
In Disconnect, the second book in the thrilling Iron Bulls Motorcycle Club series, shocking secrets are exposed. Lives are forever changed.
Can the passionate bond of two fucked-up people survive the whirlwind trying to tear them apart?
Disconnect is Book #2 in the Iron Bulls MC series. It is a 28,000 word novella and should probably not be read as a stand-alone, as it picks up where Asunder left off. But it’s up to you.
There’s a HFN ending with a mild cliffhanger. You’ve been warned Don’t bitch at me later.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Title
COPYRIGHT
Blurb
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Notes from Nyx
Thank You
Social Media
Newsletter
Sneak Preview of Entwined
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Copyright © 2015 by Phoenyx Slaughter
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Written by Phoenyx Slaughter Copyright © 2015
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CHAPTER ONE
How could I let this happen?
Luck and I have been driving Interstate 10 lookin’ for any sign of Karina for hours.
My job, my role in the club revolves around protecting what’s important.
Yet, I failed my girl. And somehow over the last few weeks, she’s become the most important thing to me.
Don’t know where the fuck she is. Don’t know why the fuck Hemi kidnapped her.
Well, I can guess why.
He has a death wish.
We tore through the rest stop Karina called me from. No sign of her. Janitor said he remembered seeing her with some guy. They left maybe ninety minutes ago.
Ninety minutes.
“You want to give Romeo an update?” Luck asks. My mind’s a fuckin’ mess so Luck’s behind the wheel. Took his SUV since there’s a good chance we’ll be carting Hemi’s dead fuckin’ body home.
“Tell me about her.”
Great, Luck thinks I’m so fucked in the head he’s trying to get me talkin’.
I must be fucked up, because I answer.
“Somehow we just fit together.”
“How’d she end up living with you?”
My shoulders jerk and I stare out the window. “I didn’t like where she was living.”
“So you moved her into your cabin?”
“She needed someone to look after her.” Too bad, I fucked it up.
“You ever had a sub before?”
“No. I ain’t got time for all that crazy shit you’re into.”
Luck snorts at that. “Lazy prick.”
We fall silent again and I keep watching the scenery. “She calls me Daddy.”
“Ahh. Baby girl subs are the best kind.”
“What?”
“Littles. Never mind. Just, treat her with care.”
“I fuckin’ try. Feel like I fucked up big now.”
“This ain’t on you. How the fuck could you know a brother would pull a stunt like this?”
“He’s been up in our business since day one. Way he’s been acting, I shoulda seen it comin’.”
I’m so freaking scared. Logan’s barely said a word to me since he tied me to this damn chair. He paced behind me for a long time, and then went outside to make a phone call. As much as I strained to listen, I only got bits and pieces of the conversation.
“He should be gone…it should be clear. They’re gonna kill…so you better…”
None of it sounds good.
The slam of the door when he steps inside startles me.
“We need to talk.”
Gathering my courage, I answer as calmly as I can. “You need to let me go, Logan.”
“I can’t go back after this. I want you to come with me.”
He’s already kidnapped me, what more does he want?
“I don’t want to. I want to go home.”
His face contorts into rage. “To Dante? That’s not your home, Karina. He’ll hand you off to one of the brothers when he’s done with you.
“That’s not true,” I whisper.
“He’s a fuckin’ killer, Karina. He murders people for the club. That’s his job.”
My heart thuds. Prickles shiver over my skin. Not my Dante. “He takes care of me,” I whisper.
“He’s never hurt you? Would you even know the difference?”
“Fuck you! You have no right after what you did.”
“Karina, believe me when I tell you I had a very good reason for what I did.”
“Well, I got the message from your friend loud and clear.”
Shock ripples over his face. His eyebrows draw down and he cocks his head to the side. “What the fuck you talkin’ about?”
“Let me go.”
As if being tied to the chair isn’t leaving me defenseless enough. He’s going to strip every last bit from me. His hands curl over my shoulders, shaking me until I look at him. “After you dumped me. The guy you sent to make sure the message stuck.”
“Karina, I never sent anyone to see you.”
He’s lying. I know he is. Even as his hand brushes over my cheek in a tender gesture, I haven’t fel
t from him in ages, I know it’s a lie. “Honey, your dad threatened me. I needed time to get in with the club, make some money so I could get you out of his house, and put you through school—”
“Stop lying!”
He recoils, staggers back, and drops into the chair across from me. “I never stopped loving you, Karina. I just needed time.”
“That’s bullshit. My dad’s never even home.”
“I couldn’t have you living with me at the clubhouse. You see what it’s like there. I was saving up to get us a place.”
“If that’s true, why didn’t you tell me?”
“I couldn’t.”
“Why have that guy come and do what he did to me—”
“What guy? Karina, I swear to God, I never.” He stops and stares at me as my words sink in. “What did he do to you?”
I can’t look at him. But I can’t close my eyes either, or the image of the dark stranger forcing me—no.
CHAPTER TWO
“You got some sort of tracking thing on her phone? You know, in case it gets lost or stolen?” Luck asks after a few more miles.
“I don’t think so.”
“Does she have email on it?”
Why the fuck didn’t I think of that sooner? My brain isn’t functioning. Any skills I’ve gotten through years with the club are turning to shit over this girl.
“You should be able to log into the device manager and track it that way if the phone’s on.”
“Yeah, after she called, what are the chances he kept the phone on him?”
Luck shrugs. “It’s worth a try.”
After going through a thousand screens and prompts, I’m ready to throw my phone out the window when Luck pulls over and snatches the phone out of my hands. “Signal’s shitty out here,” he mutters, as he’s tapping in a bunch of shit. “Do you know her email?”
“No, but I installed a throw-away email on it to set the phone up. It should still be attached to it.”
He puts in the information I give him and we wait.
And wait.
“The phone was on Interstate 10.” That’s good. It confirms what Karina told me before Hemi cut us off.
Luck taps and hums some more. “This…” he trails off and I’m ready to fuckin’ throttle him. He tips up his head then glances back down at the phone.
“What?”
“Last hit was off exit 81.”
“That’s not that far up.”
Luck hands me the phone and pulls back onto the highway.
“Here,” he mutters as he guides us off the highway. A few miles down the road, there’s a cheap motel. It’s as good a place to start as any other. We circle the building, but there’s no sign of Karina’s car.
“He might have ditched it,” Luck says, as if he’s been reading my mind.
“Stop by the front office.”
I whip out my phone and flip through my photos, looking for a non-sexy shot of Karina. I stumble over one she sent me earlier in the week. Said her friend Athena took it, so I wouldn’t forget her while I was gone. I shake my head; she’s standing in front of a row of lockers.
Christ, she’s fucking young. What the fuck have I been doing—bringing her into my fucked up life?
Except she knew Hemi long before we met. Whatever this is, it isn’t completely my fault.
I’m still furious.
Luck and I storm into the lobby. The clerk’s eyebrows shoot up when he sees us. By the nervous twitch at the corner of his mouth, he knows what the Iron Bulls MC patch means.
Good, because I’m in no mood to fuck around.
“You seen this girl?” I ask, flashing him the picture of Karina.
“No, man. She your daughter?”
Motherfucker. “No,” I snap.
Luck flashes what I guess is a picture of Hemi. Glad he came prepared because I don’t have a picture of the walking corpse.
“What about him?”
“No. Sorry. You keep going that way”—he points north—“you’ll run into a bunch of bigger chain motels. Keep going south; there’s another cheap motel. It’s back off the road a ways.”
“Thanks.”
We step outside. It’s not even a question.
We’re heading south.
“Karina, what guy?”
I can’t. The tone of his voice. The remorseful look on his face. I’m starting to doubt everything I thought I knew.
“After we broke up. One night this guy woke me. Hurt me. Told me to stay away from you.”
Logan’s cheeks turn red and he scrubs his hand over his face. “Baby, I would never. No.”
“I always assumed because of the way we broke up—”
“Do you know who it was?”
My eyes close and I’m right back in my bedroom. Suffocating while the stranger delivers his cruel message through whispers in my ear. “I never got a good look at him.” His voice. His scent. I’ll never forget those.”
Logan’s gaze darts to the door. “Please don’t get mad—”
Harsh laughter bubbles out of me. “Mad? We passed mad a long time ago, Logan. You kidnapped me, and currently, have me tied to a chair. Or did you forget that?” I wiggle my hands at him. To remind him of what he’s done, but also because they’re starting to go numb.
He hesitates. “I can’t let you go yet.”
“Fine. Whatever you’re about to say can’t be worse than kidnapping me. I’m already furious with you.”
Logan seems surprised. What, did he think I’d be on board with this nonsense?
“Your dad probably sent that guy.”
My father? Kenneth Rivers is neglectful, sure. He’s gone for long stretches of time for work. But to deliberately set me up to be…violated?
“Why?”
“To keep you away from me.”
“Why? We’ve known each other forever.”
“He was pissed I got involved with the club.” His eyes close and he runs his hand over his hair. “Which is ridiculous since he’s the one who introduced me to Romeo in the first place.”
“Wait. What? My father introduced you to the MC? He doesn’t know any bikers.”
Logan levels a stern look at me. “Karina, I’m afraid you know fuck-all about your dad.”
“Let me go, Logan.”
“I can’t, Karina. You’ll go right back to him.”
“To who? Dante. Of course I will.”
Even though he already seemed to know this, his face contorts with anger. “What does Athena think of him?”
My head’s spinning from the change in conversation. “What does she have to do with anything?”
“She’s your best friend.”
I shrug. “I don’t know. She’s just happy I’m finally over you.”
My words are the slap in the face he needed. “I’m sorry I hurt you, Karina. I didn’t know what else to do.”
“Fine. You’ve had your say. My father scared you away. You weren’t man enough to stand up to him and didn’t have the balls to tell me. Thanks for clearing that up. Now, let me go.”
“I can’t let you go. Not until I make this right.”
He sounds so sad, I almost believe him. But it doesn’t matter now. “You can make it right by letting me go.”
“There are things you don’t understand. I don’t know how—”
“I’m literally a captive audience, Logan. Whatever it is, spit it out! Nothing you say will hurt as much as what you’re doing to me right now.”
He hesitates. For a second I think he’s finally come to his senses and will release me. Instead, he stands and paces, then stops to look at his phone. “Are you hungry?”
I am, but I’m too pissed to worry about food. “No.”
“I’ll run out and grab some food.”
His hand closes over the doorknob. Is he kidding?
“Logan. You can’t leave me here like this.” Too late, I realize I shouldn’t have shouted at him.
He glances back, forehead wrinkling, like he jus
t realized my hands might be bound, but my mouth is free. Instead of releasing me, he grabs a hand towel from the bathroom.
“What are you doing?”
He twirls it into a rope.
“No. Logan. You can’t. What if I choke or get sick or something happens to you while you’re out? Or there’s a fire? I could die. You can’t leave me bound and gagged by myself.” I’m babbling like crazy trying to get him to understand how stupid his plan is.
But he catches the towel in my mouth and ties it tight around my head. Then he walks out the door, locking it behind him.
The last clerk wasn’t kidding. This place left cheap motel behind a few years ago. We circle the building but again there’s no sign of Karina’s car.
“Let’s ask anyway,” Luck says, as if it was even a question.
A young kid’s behind the desk and he recognizes the picture of Hemi right away. “Yeah, I think so. He wasn’t wearing no cut though when I saw him. Checked in couple hours ago.”
I don’t bother asking about Karina. Ain’t gonna find her without Hemi. “What room?” I ask.
He shakes his head as if he’s about to tell me he can’t give out that information, then seems to decide it’s not worth the beating we’ll give him if he refuses.
Instead of words, he reaches behind him and grabs a key. I snatch it out of his hand and stomp out the door. Luck follows me to the room at the end of the building.
I knock twice. Except for the distant sound of traffic out on the main road, the area is quiet.
“Karina?”
This time a muffled scream comes through. Even distorted, I recognize my girl’s voice. I can’t work the key in the lock fast enough. Then I’m bursting in the door. My girl’s tied to a fucking chair.
“Baby girl, I’m here.” I pop the rag out of her mouth and start working on the ropes around her wrists. “Luck, help me.”
Together, we get her free, and I run my hands over her wrists and ankles. She throws herself against me, sobbing so hard, I’m shaking with rage. “It’s okay, baby girl, I got you.”
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