A Dangerous Game (Masters of Chaos MC Book 1)

by Eden Rose

  My dad licks his lips and makes this strange gulping noise. “My house got blown the fuck up with Jenny and me in it.”

  “I heard,” I reply and lean against the door jam. I don’t want to get too comfortable in here. I want to go back home.

  “Jenny's dead.”

  I nod my head. “I'm sorry to hear that.” My problems were with my dad not Jenny. I didn't want anything to happen to her. My dad was the one that cheated on my mom.

  “I know we have our problems-”

  “We have nothing between us besides DNA. Absolutely nothing. You disowned me when I told you I wanted more to my life than being some biker’s ol’ lady!” I yell at him tapping into the anger that’s been suppressed inside for years. “You did this! You threw me away. If there was something going on, you made me fall into the trap. You did this.”

  My chest is heaving. After all these years, he still pisses me the hell off. He’s still the most stubborn piece of shit man I know.

  My dad’s eyes widen. “You think you’re better than us? You think that just because you get paid to be a prostitute, you think you can judge us? Go ahead and hate the club. The club that was good enough to feed you for eighteen years and had your back. Fuckin’ ungrateful!”

  I’ve had enough. “This is bull shit. Fuck this.”

  I spin on my heels and stomp out of the room. “Fucking stupid. I’m so stupid for thinking it's going to get better,” I mutter to myself. “I’m so fucking stupid.”

  “He cares a lot about you, you know that?”

  Hearing the voice behind me makes me tremble inside. “I don’t even want to talk to you,” I grumble, stomping away from him.

  For some reason, I feel the gravity pull I have always felt towards him. Of course that was when he was just James to me. Back when we couldn't keep our hands off each other.

  Hulk’s running to catch me before I get to the elevator. “You can hate us all you want, but we’re your fuckin’ family.”

  I fucking hate that I stop in my tracks at hearing his statement. Why does he still have this power of me?

  His fingers bite into the fleshy part of my shoulder. “Last I checked, family didn’t turn their backs on a member because they wanted more out of their life. I’m so fucking stupid!”

  “Sinclair, please don’t leave. Talk to your dad.”

  I shake my head while looking down at my shoes. I’m still wearing my stilettos I put on earlier and they are looking a little dingy from this air out here. Everything out here sucks. The air sucks the life out of you.

  And to think, the man who’s begging me to stay is the man that pushed me away. “Fuck you, James,” I spit and push on the elevator call button to get it to hurry.

  Before he can respond, the doors slide open and I’m stepping into the elevator while slamming my hand against the button to close it before he can say anything more to me. I can’t be around these people for this long. I can’t allow myself to let him hurt me again. He hurt me so bad.

  I lost my virginity to this man and I’ve never fallen out of love with him. I hate him. Don’t get me wrong. I hate the man but I have never stopped loving him.

  “Hulk. James died a long time ago, baby.”

  The doors slide close just in time.

  HULK

  It was only until the elevator doors slammed shut did I let my breath I was holding in out. The woman still causes my breath to get lodged in my throat. Fuck!

  “She left, didn’t she?”

  “Yeah, brother. She did.”

  Turning around to see Thorn’s tired expression on his face, I already know he’s pissed the fuck off. “It took me a lot of fuckin’ work to get her here. Man, a lot. I had to go and watch her fuck some guy on camera.”

  “You watched it? You watched her be a fuckin’ whore and didn’t stop her?”

  Thorn smiles a little. “Wow, the man without a heart is actin’ like a jealous boyfriend.”

  That stung. I feel the burn from his jab all the way inside. “Fuck you, man.”

  “Nah, you’re not my type. Plus, I don’t wanna keep it all in the family, ya’know?”

  “I worry about you,” I grumble while looking back at the closed elevator doors. “She’s gone, isn’t she?”

  He shrugs. “My sister is pretty stubborn. She’s not comin’ back here unless we get her.”

  “Hey! Bishop’s pissed off and wants everyone in his room. Now!” Elvis demands.

  I elbow Thorn. “Does it piss you off when he tries to top you?”

  The look on the prodigal son’s face says it all. “Yeah. Instead of bein’ in the room with my dad, I’m out here talkin’ about chicks with you.”

  I elbow him again, this time harder than before. “We were talkin’ about your sister. The sister who’s probably in danger.”

  We both walk into Bishop’s room and his eyes are narrowed on us from the second we come in. “Why didn’t you stop her? You knew it was fuckin’ important she stayed here!” He roars.

  Even though he’s in a hospital bed, the man can still yell.

  I rub the back of my neck trying to think of something to say that wouldn’t piss him off even more. I have nothing. I want to tell him that he shouldn’t have pissed her off in the first place, but I don’t. I also don’t tell him that he should have been nicer to her all those years ago then she wouldn’t be in danger.

  And I wouldn’t have had my heart broken.

  I say nothing.

  “Fuck you, guys. You can’t do anything right!”

  Again, I don’t say anything.

  SINCLAIR

  My dad will always be the one who wants to control everyone. He wants me to fall back in line but it's not happening again. I’m not falling into his line.

  I’m wondering if all this was a staged attack. Would my dad fake his own attack to get me to come back? If he would, how did he get all the brothers to follow behind him? That’s just insane!

  My head is pounding from my anger the whole one hundred miles I have spent in a taxi on my way back to my house. I’m filled with so much anger that I could choke on it.

  Thorn used our own mother’s death to get me to come back so our dad could give me some shit.

  Dumb asses.

  Why did I think it would be any different this time? Why did I think it would be different now that a few years have gone by? I will tell you that I’m more stupid than all those assholes combined.

  Isn’t that the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different result? It’s been a few years. It's hasn’t been a lifetime or anything. None of them have changed. Especially my dad.

  Those mother fuckers won’t ever quit. They won’t ever let me be me.

  “You’re a pretty girl to be out by yourself,” the cabbie says to me in a thick accent from another country.

  His eyes are brown matching his skin color but they are nice. Nice is what I need right now.

  I shrug not knowing how to answer. Is he wanting me to tell him why I’m out here by myself? Nah, I would rather be the mystery girl.

  He checks the mirror looking back at me again. “If my daughter were to be out by herself, I would want to make sure she’s okay.”

  “I’m fine, sir. Thank you.”

  We don’t say anything for another twenty minutes while I stare out the window. In the back, there’s a plexiglass separating us and I feel as if the glass is actually saving him from my crazy. My life is purely insane.

  What the hell am I going to do? I will tell you that I have no idea. I have no idea how to handle any of this so I’m not going to. I’m going to live my life exactly how I want to and they can suck a dick.

  Every last one of them.

  The cabbie signals to get off the highway and pulls into a little gas station off the road. He stops and gets out of the car without saying anything to me. I probably should go to the bathroom but I don’t want to get out and deal with people right now. The idea of socializing is too m
uch for me.

  My vibrating phone is what draws me out of my little war I’m having against myself.

  UNKNOWN: ur not safe

  UNKNOWN: watch ur back

  UNKNOWN: come back home

  UNKNOWN: sinclair, stop being stubrn

  ME: who is this

  UNKNOWN: Hulk

  ME: how the fuck did you get my number?

  UNKNOWN: thats what u ask me

  ME: yeah, it's unlisted

  UNKNOWN: exactly the reason why ur not safe

  ME: leave me alone

  UNKNOWN: i know u dont like me

  ME: im not getting into this with yo

  UNKNOWN: i still care about u

  ME: dont make me laugh

  UNKNOWN: stop being selfish and come home

  “Sorry about that, are you ready?” The cabbie asks me as he slides into the car.

  I nod my head staring at my phone so more. If James, er, Hulk, found my number so easily, who else has it?

  Fuck! These guys have me so paranoid now that I’m losing my mind!

  “Yes, please.”

  “What’s your address?”

  Should I give him the right one? What if he’s one of the ones I’m being warned about?

  What the fuck is wrong with me? They have me going crazy! Absolutely insane.

  Before I can answer the cabbie, brights from the cars behind us blind me through the reflections of the plexiglass. I shield my eyes in hopes of that helping but it doesn’t. “Do people normally drive behind cabbies with their brights on?” I ask to be a bitch.

  The cabbie gets over to the next lane to the let the assholes riding his ass go by. But they don’t.

  “Holy shit!” I hiss out as they bump his back bumper with their car.

  The car behind us rams into us again and again. The sudden jerk of the car makes me tilt forward.

  “What the fuck?” I growl when the car hits us again. There’s another car which pulls up next to us and hits us on the side.

  It’s not long before we are flying into the guardrail on the side of the highway. The car hits it hard from the force of the two cars hitting us repeatedly. My head bounces off the glass window once, twice and then three times. Every ounce of pain I feel is only muted by my being afraid.

  “Are you okay?” I ask the cabbie who is staring at the steering wheel. I’m not sure if he’s alive, dazed or passed out. He’s looking rough from the ambush.

  My fingers numbly undo my seat belt in an effort to see if the cabbie is okay but it didn’t happen.

  With my ears still clogged from my blood pulsing through them, I didn’t hear someone come up until a shot has been fired into the head of the cabbie. I scream loudly in hopes it will help me.

  We are boxed in completely. There’s no way to get out of the sandwich we’re in and I’m starting to hyperventilate. My body buzzes from the ambush but my heart is beating double time.

  “Are you Sinclair Mendoza?” A gruff man’s voice asks me from the driver’s side window.

  Unable to form words, I nod my identity.

  “It's her! Get her out!”

  No! There’s no way in fucking hell these guys are going to be getting me. I would rather die than be a part of this. “Who are you?” I beg stupidly.

  Honestly, if they wanted me to know who they were I’m pretty sure they would have said something.

  The blood from my forehead slides down my cheek and I brush it away. It isn’t until this moment that I realize I’ve been crying. It's funny how a person could cry and not even know it.

  Since I’m on the passenger’s side of the car, I’m closest to the guardrail. If I break out the window, would I be able to make a run for it? Let's be realistic here. Would I be able to run to the woods and hide? I grab my phone that’s in my hand in hopes of it giving me strength.

  I need that strength. Right now, I feel like a big baby.

  On each side of the car, there’s a man in a cut with a gun pointing at the window. I duck my head low enough to prevent me from getting shot.

  “Don’t forget,” someone calls out, “we need her alive.”

  That’s semi-comforting they need me alive. Too bad I don’t know who they are.

  “We have a message for your dad,” another man draws out with a gravelly voice. “He better be fuckin’ ready. We’re ready and we’re gonna strike when he least expects it. You lived as an insurance policy. Let your dad know The Sinners ain’t gonna put up with this shit anymore.”

  I nod in understanding over whatever they mean. Truly, I have no idea what they are talking about but I have a feeling my dad does. They specifically know my dad and knew who I was. My fucking dad must owe them money or something. “Yes. I will tell him.”

  “Grab her out of the fuckin’ car and throw her into one of the cages. We’re going to sample Chaos goods,” one of them says from behind the guys who are looking at me as if I’m fresh meat.

  Which I am. I’m not a normal club girl anymore. I have nothing to do with my dad’s club and this whole fucking thing is annoying and dangerous. They are putting me in the middle of a very dangerous situation. A scary one.

  I’m shaking from head to toe as I fight these greedy hands all over my body trying to yank me out of the back seat through a window. The window got busted out shortly after the rampage of these drivers.

  That’s when my nightmare begins. That’s when everything changes in my life and now I’m going to have to figure out what the fuck to do with myself. It’s funny how you never realize how easy shit was until it's no longer easy.

  Life is messy. It would have been easier to have these assholes kill me.

  THREE YEARS LATER

  SINCLAIR

  “So tell me how you got into porn?” The video producer asks me as I sit in a bathrobe with nothing under it.

  Well, I could do the normal bull shit answer where I mention my daddy didn’t pay enough attention to me or some shit. Truth is, he did. We just wanted different things for me. He wanted me to be a biker’s ol’ lady, I wanted a degree but ended up becoming a porn star. “Huh, I guess I never really thought about it. I just kinda fell into it.”

  Cara Hawke looks at her notes and then smiles at me with her fake white teeth. Great. That’s the smile of “things are about to get more personal.” She’s a fake blonde lady with some dark eyebrows. Most people hate her because she has the ability to get into your history and exploit it. She once made my friend, Candace, cry because she mentioned her past drug addiction.

  “Well, according to my records, you became the guardian to your two nieces after the death of your older brother. Do you think that has something to do with it?”

  I look at her and throw my naturally brown but blonde hair over my shoulder. I hate when people bring up Gabe. What happened to him is a travesty and many people are still affected about it. Including my two nieces. “It’s a possibility,” I say laced with hostility. “However, I was filming before I took over custody.”

  “Well,” she draws it out and then looks at me, “how do you feel now that you are a single guardian and doing porn? Do you think you will retire?”

  I look up at the ceiling and ask Gabe for strength. This is why I hate these meetings or interviews. Personally, I call them a grilling but White Hot Productions say they are beneficial. “Only time will tell, Cara. If you excuse me, I need to go pick up my nieces.” I slide down the director-like chair and walk off the stage.

  “Wait! Sinclair, we still have twenty more minutes!” She hollers after me but I keep walking.

  As I walk out of the area, I kick my shoes off and run to my dressing room.

  On the outside, I’m Sinclair Price, Queen of Porn, but really, I’m Sinclair Mendoza, trying to find my way like the rest of you.

  *

  Getting the kids ready for school has got to be the hardest thing ever about being a caretaker. Jayla and Jenna both think it’s funny to try and get me confused by pretending to be their twin sister. Yeah, you
heard me. My nieces are seven year old twins who are driving me insane right now.

  “Jayla! Jenna! Come on, we have to go to the bus stop! I can’t drive you today,” I holler up the stairs of my condo in downtown Las Vegas. It’s an expensive place, but the twins seem to like it. I think they like the pool more than anything.

  I see two brunette heads come running down the stairs and hear the angry foot falls of their feet. “Why can’t you drive us, Aunt Sin?” Jayla asks. I’m sure it’s her, because she has a collick on the top of her forehead.