GUNNER (Hellbound Lovers MC, #6)

by Crimson Syn

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  DEAR READERS

  Thank you to all my fans for taking a ride on Gunner’s wild story. Jason Gunner is considered the Hellbound Lover’s ghost because he knows just how to appear and disappear without anyone noticing. He’s a man seeking for someone to wake him up from this fog he’s been hiding in. Suffering alone is what he does best until he meets a sultry woman who won’t take her eyes off him.

  Chastity Burke is a tough cookie with a soft heart. She seeks revenge for the death of her Father, and the only ones whom she can trust in are the notorious Hellbound Lovers. When Gunner crosses her path, she suddenly finds so much more in the arms of the most unexpected man. Keeping away is impossible when they both yearn for love.

  As for Los Perdidos, they are now at the mercy of La Cruz and The Gremlins. Rafael Espino has just come into to town and he’s got strict orders to get his shit together and kill Wolf Stone. It’s his head if he doesn’t get the job done. Juan de La Cruz has disappeared, but his threats loom over the Hellbound Lovers.

  Death, action and beautiful women follow the Hellbound Lovers as they fight an unknown force who wants to take them down. As always, they’ll do what needs to get done to protect what’s theirs, even if it means drawing a little blood.

  Keep reading to see what’s in store for these gorgeous bikers. I promise you that what’s to come will be full of wickedly hot sex and even more sinfully dangerous alphas.

  Naughty Reading,

  Crimson

  PREFACE

  Welcome to the exclusive Hellbound Lovers MC and I hope you enjoy these wickedly passionate alphas. The women who handle them need to be ready to handle the ride of their lives.

  These bikers like it rough, hard, and require their women to kneel down and take what they’re offering without asking any questions. They are definitely meant for a mature audience.

  18+ boys and girls.

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  Stay tuned after GUNNER for a special sneak peek into Hellhound Lover’s Jack Diesel coming soon!

  CONTENTS

  DEAR READERS

  Preface

  Prologue

  1. Gunner

  2. Chastity

  3. Gunner

  4. Chastity

  5. Gunner

  6. Chastity

  7. Gunner

  8. Gunner

  9. Chastity

  10. Gunner

  11. Gunner

  12. Gunner

  13. Gunner

  14. Gunner

  15. Chastity

  16. Gunner

  17. Gunner

  Epilogue

  COMING SOON…

  DIESEL

  Prologue

  Also by Crimson Syn

  PROLOGUE

  “When are you going to tell them?” I asked for the hundredth time.

  “They’ll find out eventually. Hey! Get the fuck down!”

  Diesel and I crouched down against the wall of the rooftop. We were trying to be inconspicuous as we surveilled The Gremlins new domain. They’d taken over Los Perdidos’ territory and they’d set up their headquarters at the old Mexican bar a few miles away from Ravenous. Wolf had sent us out to do a quick recon of our current situation. A situation that had been intensely building in the last week.

  Diesel crawled over to the ledge and looked down below. He waved his hand, signaling for me to join him. We could make out seven men, one was hanging out up front, a few others were in the garage adjacent to the bar. I could see another three going in and out of the bar dragging hand trucks packed with cases of liquor.

  “Looks like La Cruz found a way to infiltrate his shipments,” Diesel pointed to the pallets that were waiting just around the corner, a large white truck was neatly tucked away in the alley.

  I shrugged. “Go figure. So, you’re not going to tell them?” I went back to the same question.

  A few nights ago, Seth had finally asked Diesel what exactly he was into. I knew what he’d kept hidden away all these years because we had been in the same unit for years, and besides I made it a point to know everyone who surrounded me. Diesel was my brother in and out of the Hellbound Lovers, we’d been through a lot together and seen a lot of shit. After three tours together in Afghanistan we knew each other pretty well. We even knew our darkest fucking secrets, although why he wanted to keep from telling this one was beyond me. It was more emotional than anything.

  “They don’t need to know.”

  “Seth and Cain want to know. Shit they all deserve to know. You can’t keep it a secret forever.”

  “As long as you keep your mouth shut…” He gave me a pointed glare and I quickly changed the subject. “ How ‘bout you worry about your own shit and stop fuckin’ around with mine.”

  “I have no shit,” I placed a hand on my chest faking shock.

  “Oh please. You can’t stay in one place longer than five minutes and you have a serious commitment problem, even to your own brothers!”

  “Hey! That doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” I placed my hand on his shoulder in mock reassurance.

  He shrugged me off and shook his head, giving up for the time being, but he was right. I had some serious shit messing with my head ever since our last tour. The shit that was being brought on by La Cruz, and now The Gremlins, just made the nightmares worst.

  Post-traumatic stress disorder, that’s what my military shrink had diagnosed me with years ago. It’s the reason why I was always on the road. If shit got too dark, like right now, the nightmares would return and when they got to be too much, shit got bad. It was why I didn’t get married, why I don’t have children. I once woke up next to one of the girls from the club with my hand held tightly around her throat, the poor girl was turning purple, a couple more seconds and I would have killed her. Another time I’d pulled my knife out on another girl, her shrilling scream brought in Cain who was in the room adjacent, and he’d yanked me off her. Let’s just say I gained a nasty reputation at Ravenous and after that I was never given the same attentions my brothers had. The girls were afraid of me and they were in their right.

  After that night I started to take the odd job here and there, travelling to other regions of the states for Wolf. I got to make connections for the Hellbound Lovers all the way up to New York. I liked being on the road, and although I was pretty much a loner I always remained loyal to my brothers. I’d never let them down, especially Wolf who’d done so much for me. Coming back had been hard, but I was willing to give it a try...for now.

  “How many do you think there are?” Diesel’s voice brought me back to the present.

  “Last time I counted ten, but you never know.”

  “We need to get in there.”

  I nodded, already putting a game plan together in my head. The roar of a motorcycle engine announced its arrival. A red Harley Davidson Sportster appeared rounding the corner and making its way to The Gremlins doorstep.

  “Who the fuck is that?”

  Diesel grimaced. “I’ve seen that bike before. It was parked a couple blocks down the street from Ravenous the other night.”

  “I wouldn’t put it past them to spy on us, D. Especially if they were brought in to do La Cruz’s dirty work.”

  La Cruz had disappeared about a week ago. No one had seen him for days, and so far there were no leads at
to where to locate him. The son of a bitch was probably trying to gain territory further up along the harbor. In his wake, he left these pieces of shit to deal with- a fucking motorcycle gang- one that was well known for looting, murdering and drugs. I’d heard of them before, left a trail of blood back in New York. The leader of the Fallen Kings, Father they called him, was the one to lead the FBI to them. Not sure what the outcome was, but I know The Gremlins were on major radar. Unfortunately, they were also the only leads we had to that murdering bastard.

  I watched the rider of the Sportster get off. A pair of black leather pants tightened against the firmest ass I’ve ever laid eyes on, and the rider wore-red fucking heels? I couldn’t keep my eyes off the rider, the curvy figure took their time taking off the helmet. A cascade of strawberry blonde locks flowed down her back and as she whirled around I became mesmerized by the sight of her. She was fucking gorgeous. Big brown eyes and pouty red lips matched her red stiletto boots. Her black leather jacket molded to her sexy frame and highlighted her small waist and the broad expanse of her hips. She bent over to tuck the helmet away and the sight of her ass nearly made me groan. My cock jumped to attention and I shifted so that Diesel wouldn’t notice. I should’ve known better as I heard him chuckle behind me.

  “Now there’s a beauty.”

  His words couldn’t have been truer. The blonde was a stunning bombshell and she looked fucking badass riding that bike. I wondered if she’d ride my cock with that kind of confidence.

  “Where the fuck did she come from?” I whispered.

  “Who the fuck cares, man? She’s one of them. So keep your dick in your pants and your mind on the mission brother.

  I watched as a big brawly guy met her out front and lifted her up in a bear hug. She laughed and wrapped her legs around him, giving him a big kiss on the lips.

  “Looks like she’s spoken for,” Diesel patted me on the shoulder and I grimaced. “Is that who I think it is?”

  I narrowed my eyes on the male holding my beauty. “Rafael “The Porcupine” Espino, better known in the Spanish community as El Puercoespin, in the flesh. Fucker’s been wanted by the LAPD, NYPD, FBI, shit even the CIA at one point. That’s one fucker you don’t want to cross paths with. I heard he murdered his own mother just because she dumped his goods down the toilet.”

  “Shit,” Diesel murmured. “That’s shit’s harsh. Why do they call him The Porcupine.”

  “Cause if he gets his hands on you, he’ll rip you to pieces from the inside out, just like porcupine needles.”

  “Fuck,” he whispered.

  “Oh, it gets better. He’s wanted for rape, drug trafficking, teen trafficking, money laundering, murder, the guy has a rap sheet a mile long.”

  Diesel frowned. “So, what is that pretty girl doing with her legs wrapped around his waist?”

  A sudden anger flooded through me as I glared at the couple. “Beats me.”

  “Maybe he has a long ass pecker to go with his long ass history of violence,” he pinned me with a smirk and I shoved him back.

  Joking aside, something didn’t feel right. An odd feeling came over me in that moment. One I didn’t like. My hands itched to wrap themselves around her body and not let any other fucker come near her. I watched fixedly as she hopped out of Espino’s arms and turned slowly. I could make out her high rosy cheekbones and heart shaped lips as the sun set. Her eyes roamed the rooftops, a clear sign she knew how to watch her back. Diesel and I quickly ducked down.

  “She’s smart,” Diesel whispered as we both watched her take in her surroundings.

  I nodded. “She knows how to play the game,” I replied angrily.

  I clenched my fists, feeling unease as my control suddenly wanted to slip away from me. I’d never felt a pull like that before and I’ve had plenty of pussy to prove it. But this one beauty had me wanting to rip her from that asshole’s side and hide her away to keep for myself. This beauty, I wanted to keep.

  “We should go give Wolf an update,” Diesel patted me on the shoulder and we both made our way down the roof’s fire escape. The sun was quickly making its descent in the sky, aiding us in hiding along the shadows of the alley. We’d parked a few blocks away so we needed to walk, if they heard our engines roaring to life it would give us away. Diesel and I knew how to use our stealth techniques to the max. It always worked to our advantage.

  “We’re going to have to get in there,” I murmured as we made our way down the desolate streets, making sure to watch each other’s backs. The empty warehouses only added to the eeriness of the night.

  “Detective Lowery wouldn’t like us getting involved.”

  “And when did you start trusting a fucker like Lowery? You know he’s fucking crooked. Just look at him.”

  Diesel grimaced. “I don’t trust him. I just want to see what lies he comes up with when I get someone on his ass.”

  Lowery was the detective in charge of this whole fucking mess from the beginning, ever since Luna and Rahyne had gotten assaulted by Los Perdidos almost a year ago. The fucker had never gotten back to us, on the contrary, he hadn’t done shit. Every time we wanted to help, he’d get in the way instead of helping us to resolve the problem. Now that La Cruz was running things I had a feeling Lowery was in on the whole thing, which is why Wolf kept telling us he didn’t trust anyone with a fucking badge.

  Leaping onto our bikes we made our way down the back streets towards Ravenous. I was focused on the mission, but my mind kept wandering back to the blonde beauty I left behind. I was going to fucking see her again, there was no doubt about that. There was no leaving a woman like that. That mouth belonged on mine and those curves…God, those curves belonged in my bed. That tight little ass bouncing on my lap and not in the hands of The Gremlins.

  1

  GUNNER

  “Were they armed?”

  I shook my head. “Didn’t see any weapons. All we made out was a delivery truck full of liquor cases.”

  Wolf sighed and leaned back against the couch. We were meeting in Grayson’s apartment which was an ideal location since half of us lived in the building. Rahyne had just had the baby and she lay on the chaise lounge cooing at their little boy. Ryder, Wolf’s little girl, crawled onto his lap trying to get his attention and for the first time in weeks I saw his face light up.

  “Ryder! Let Daddy work!” Scarlett ran in and went to grab the little girl, but instead she herself was swept into Wolf’s arms.

  “Wolf!” She laughed and wiggled out of his hold.

  “Grayson baby, could you get me a bottle of water.” Grayson immediately got up to tend to his wife. He was doing well for himself as he’d just acquired two more buildings in downtown Los Angeles with some help from Seth. If anyone was good at investing it was the Hellbound Lovers Treasurer. We pretty much had property all over Cali and even some in the East. He’d even helped the Fallen Kings gain some much-needed investments. Investments that were essential for both our clubs. Which is why I traveled so much to New York.

  Luna suddenly waddled in and sat in Riggs’ lap. Her stomach grew bigger every time I saw her. Sophia and Ciara were in the kitchen giggling amongst themselves and Cain and Seth couldn’t take their eyes off them. I shook my head and pinched my nose. To make matters worse, Knox was staring so hard at Jade I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his sockets.

  Diesel slapped my back and handed me a beer. I looked up at him and rolled my eyes.

  “Is it just me, or did our badass MC become the Brady Bunch overnight?”

  Diesel laughed heartily. “Brother, we’re still badass. Did you not see what Wolf did last week? You should enjoy this shit. It’s not like we get to spend nights like this often.”

  The sound of women’s laughter filled the air and I sighed. I had to admit it was a good sound. One I didn’t hear too often. After the shit I experienced in the war I decided to go out on the road. I hadn’t told anyone, but the PTSD had gotten so bad that if I stayed put in one place too long it started to kick
in, which is why I preferred the nomad life. I was a fucking ghost for the most part, but at least I could keep the nightmares at bay.

  The sound of a baby crying encompassed the room and Rahyne sighed. “Sorry guys, looks like Dean needs to get changed.”

  As she passed by me I whiffed the scent of soiled diaper and I slammed my beer down. “That’s it, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

  “Can’t take the heat, huh, Gunner?” Grayson teased.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow.” I stated pointedly and practically ran out of the place. This was starting to get a little too family oriented for me. I needed to head over to Ravenous as soon as possible. At least there I’d find all the raunchy bad ass bikers I needed. There I had respect, no one talked to me, and I got to have all the pussy I wanted even if it did take me a bit to get it. The girls were afraid, but some of them liked the edge. And I definitely knew how to work that sweet edge until they were begging me to make them fall off it.

  As I rode down the quiet backstreets of L.A. I swerved down a familiar road. I suddenly found myself in the alley across the street from The Gremlins bar. Business had picked up and I could hear the music roaring from inside. The sound of Aerosmith wafted through the dark alley.

  I took off my jacket and vest, and then I donned on another plain black leather jacket I had handy, just in case I needed it in times like these. Either way, I had to cover my tattoos. They were the only thing that would give me away. As soon as I had stripped myself of my patches, I turned the bike in gear and parked right in front of the bar. I strode into the place without a care in the world. The guy out front simply nodded at me, and I nodded back and kept my head down as I entered enemy territory. It had changed a bit since the last time I saw it. It was less dingy and actually functioning, unlike Tuco’s restaurant that was pretty much an empty shithole half the time.

  I made my way to the bar and ordered a whiskey-neat. Sitting with my back against the wall, I took my time assessing the place. The good thing about being a nomad is that since you never stuck around long enough people never seem to remember you, let alone recognize you. I had a jumpstart to all these fuckers, because I also had photographic memory. Each and every one of these assholes was etched in my memory and I could spot them and their history a mile away. Add in some PTSD and I was totally fucked up, but that’s beside the point. The reason I was here was to scope out the place.