by Crimson Syn
Table of Contents
Dear Readers
Preface
Terms Used by Los Perdidos
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
Coming Soon…
SETH
A WICKED TREAT
A Wicked Teaser…
Also by CRIMSON SYN
Afterword
CAIN
A HELL’S LOVERS MC
CRIMSON SYN
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CONTENTS
Dear Readers
Preface
Terms Used by Los Perdidos
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
Coming Soon…
SETH
PROLOGUE
A WICKED TREAT
A Wicked Teaser…
Also by CRIMSON SYN
Afterword
DEAR READERS
Thank you to all my sweet fans for indulging in Cain’s story. Cain Scardino is a dirty biker, with an even dirtier mind. He’s the perfect Dom to help me dive into the wicked world of BDSM and Sophia’s his perfect sub.
The night Cain first sets eyes on Sophia Moreno, he can’t help but be drawn to the curvy beauty. But as soon as he meets her, he knows she’s hiding something from him. He just doesn’t know how dangerous that something is.
Sophia doesn’t expect the intense feelings that surge through her body when she first sees Cain Scardino. He ignites a fire in her so deep, she wants to get lost in it. But it’s true…she’s hiding something terrible. If only she could trust him enough to tell him the truth, before it’s too late.
Los Periods gang leader, Ramon Tuco Moreno, is out for vengeance. After the death of his brother, he’s out for Hell’s Lovers blood, but he chooses the wrong person to help him. Tuco is about to find out how bitter vengeance could be. Keep reading to find out what’s next for the Hell’s Lovers.
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Naughty Reading,
Crimson
PREFACE
Welcome to the exclusive Hell’s Lovers MC and I hope you enjoy these men who know what they want and take without asking. 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.
Stay tuned after Cain for a special sneak peek into Hell’s Lover Seth Scardino and a First Look at a Wicked Treat coming this Halloween!
TERMS USED BY LOS PERDIDOS
Los Perdidos – The Lost Ones-Name of Ramon Tuco Moreno’s gang
El Rubio – The Blonde One- Tuco’s younger brother’s nickname
Muñeca – Doll
Puta Madre – Motherfucker
Ojo for ojo - Eye or an eye
Hijo de puta - Son of a bitch
Maricon - fagot
Pendejo - Idiot/Stupid
Vato- Dude, man
Puta/Puto- Bitch
PROLOGUE
Two Weeks Ago
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“SO, WHERE’D YOU PUT HIM?”
It had been a few hours since we had been called by the Prez to help out Riggs. When we had arrived at the location it turned out to be a complete shit show. Luna, Riggs’ girl, had been tied to a chair. The poor girl was a complete bloodied mess and had been beaten senseless, while Riggs had a gun pointed to his head. One wrong move led to the next and Gabriel El Rubio Moreno, brother to gang leader Ramon Tuco Moreno, had gotten his brains plastered all over the cement floor by none other than our Vice Prez, Grayson.
As the Sargent at Arms, I was in charge of cleaning up the damn mess. I took Knox with me for backup, although now I don’t know if it was a good idea. I left El Rubio with him, and if anyone knew Knox, he was going to take the opportunity to make sure to let them know what the consequences were when they messed with the Hell’s Lovers. Which meant Wolf was going to be pissed and we were about to declare all-out war with Los Perdidos.
Everyone had gathered at Ravenous, and I was just coming in from handing over Nestor Alvarez, Luna’s piece of shit foster father, when Wolf started asking questions.
“I called in a favor.”
“To who?” Wolf sounded angry, and he had every right to be.
“Guy kept saying he belonged to the Fallen Kings, so I called to confirm.”
“Shit! You brought the Fallen Kings into this?”
I looked over at my brother Seth who arched an eyebrow at me, signaling I must have been bat shit crazy.
“We helped them out back in the day. I figured it was time for them to pay back their debt. Besides, I needed to know if what he was saying was true,” I looked back at Wolf’s fuming glare. “It seems like our boy owed some money to Father King. He was more than happy to take him off our hands.”
Father King was the leader of the Fallen Kings and from what I had heard, he was one badass motherfucker. They called him Father because he had been a preacher at some point in his life. Now, he just brought justice for those who paid him to find it for them. He was also someone you’d want to keep in your good graces.
“Looks like we helped them out once again,” Seth stated.
I nodded. “They seemed grateful that I called. Looks like he’s been using their name around other MCs too. Not a good sign for the son of a bitch.”
Wolf nodded, looking down at the floor. “You did good, Cain.”
“Now they owe us two favors,” I smirked.
Wolf nodded. “We may have to use up one of those favors in the days coming. What about El Rubio?”
I hesitated for a moment before answering. “Knox has El Rubio.”
“Fuck!” Wolf brushed a hand through his hair. “Where’s he leaving him?”
I looked down at the floor. “You know how he gets, Prez. It’s like talking to a fucking wall. There’s no reasoning with him when he’s like that.”
“Where the fuck did he leave him?” Wolf’s voice roared through the club.
Suddenly a booming voice came through the shadows and a door slammed. “I left him on Tuco Moreno’s doorstep.”
Knox stepped out and stared back at Wolf.
“With whose permission?”
“I don’t need permission to do what must be done. They were going to find out anyway, might as well let them know he’s dead.”
“Fuck! Understand that we have so much more to lose here, Knox!”
Grayson placed a hand on Wolf’s shoulder
to calm him down, but Wolf wasn’t having it. He brushed off his hand and his voice was loud enough to crack glass. “I’ve got Riggs and Luna in the hospital, Death Row Shooters are infiltrated into our building, and now I have the Fallen Kings to be grateful to! You know I hate owing people favors! They owe me, not the other way around! On top of all that, I’m about to lose Gray, and you decide to declare fucking war! Fuck!”
“I won’t apologize, Prez. The guy deserved it. He put our brother and his old lady in danger.”
Wolf slumped down into one of the chairs and shook his head. I understood why he was upset. He had to take care of his old lady and his baby who was on the way. I couldn’t blame him. Not him or Grayson, or even Riggs.
“I don’t know if I should say something here, but you warned him Wolf. You warned Tuco Moreno the night you shot him. He knew if we got our hands on El Rubio we were going to kill him, it was only a matter of time…”
He held up his hand to shut me up. “I need you to get everyone together, and I mean everyone. The Death Row Shooters. The prospects. Everyone. We need them to know what they’re getting themselves into. I’ll make a call to Ryan Simon. We need to make sure he’s okay with his men being here.”
He looked at me, anger and worry showing through in his features. “Find a safe place where Grayson and Rahyne can go.”
“Fuck no!” Grayson yelled out. “I fucking shot him! I put us in this fucked up situation! I’m fucking staying!”
“We’ve got two pregnant women upstairs, Gray! You willing to put their lives on the line, ‘cause I’m not!”
Grayson looked at the floor for a moment and shook his head. “I’m still not leaving.”
“What did you say?”
“Rahyne won’t leave, and neither will Scarlett, you damn well know it!”
Wolf strode over to Grayson until he was nose to nose with him. “Scarlett will do exactly what I damn well tell her to do. There’s no way they’re staying here and you, fucker, are going with them,” he slammed a finger to Grayson’s chest and they stared at each other.
Grayson’s eyes widened. “There’s no fucking way…”
“Shut the fuck up! You do what I say, not the other way around. Or did everyone here forget that I’m the President of this goddamn club!” He shouted out so everyone could here. A resounding litany of no’s ran across the room.
“Pack a fucking bag and Cain will find you a place to stay.”
The sound of the door slamming had everyone whipping their guns out.
“Whoa! Don’t fucking shoot me,” Diesel strode in carrying a duffle bag. His hands were raised in front of him and he had a smirk on his face. “I think I’m the one you need to help you find someplace safe for those women of yours.”
“Fuck, Diesel!” We all set our guns down as he strode the remaining steps over to us.
“Man, what a welcome party,” he patted Grayson on the back. “You goin’ round shooting people in the head now, buddy?”
“Fuck you!”
He chuckled and nodded over at Wolf. “Good to see you, Prez.”
Wolf nodded back. “Glad your back, D.”
“So who needs hiding?”
“My wife, Gray’s wife, and I’m gonna say Luna too, although I don’t think that girl will feel safe anywhere away from Riggs. Grayson will be heading out with them.”
“Yeah, I may know of someone. Someone your old lady will be okay with. Guy’s a friend of Ryder Chase, he lives up in Seattle. Gunner said he’d given Riggs the tip that something was up.”
“Is he trustworthy?”
“Guy’s like fifty something years old, ex-marine, lives up in the mountains. Believe me. No biker’s heading up that way in the winter.”
I nodded. “You got a name?”
“Greg, Greg Marlowe. My connections already checked him out. Guy’s clean, not even a parking ticket. He’s retired, barely comes into town. Lost his wife a few years ago and he’s got a vendetta against Los Perdidos. Fuckers killed someone he cared for, right in front of him. He’ll do anything for the Hell’s Lovers, looks like we offered him protection when they were out looking for him.”
“Shit,” Wolf dragged a hand down his face. “Washington?”
I knew what he was thinking. It was fucking far away. If something happened to them it was over. I looked over at Diesel. “Can you get them extra protection?”
Diesel nodded. “Anything, you just let me know.”
I never knew what Diesel’s connections were, but Wolf seemed to know since he seemed satisfied with the response.
“Perfect, they leave tonight.”
Wolf looked at me and patted me on the arm. “You’re in charge while I’m gone. I’ll be back as soon as they’re settled.”
I nodded and watched as Wolf and Grayson headed upstairs. They both looked like they’d been run over by a bus. Their shoulders were slumped over as they carried the weight of the club, the brotherhood and their women’s safety. Shit, if we survive this bullshit then I was goddamn sure the Hell’s Lovers could survive anything.
I looked over at the remaining members. Seth, my younger brother looked up at me expectantly. Then there was Diesel and Knox, gratefully Gunner was on his way, and Riggs would be home soon enough.
“Alright boys, time to get our shit together. It’s gonna be a long night.”
CHAPTER ONE
SOPHIA
Present Day…
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HE SAID it would be easy. No one could possibly recognize me and I could get in without a second glance.
Use your charms. If those don’t work then use your tits.
That was my man, Ramon Tuco Moreno, the leader of the gang, Los Perdidos. Leader? Leader my ass. He was a piece of shit.
I met him when I was in high school. I had just turned eighteen, and he was a good ten years older than me when he gladly deflowered me, claiming me as his at the time. If you want to call the five minutes behind the high school bleachers and him cumming early, claiming. Of course, he named a dozen other women as his throughout our marriage.
I’m not going to defend myself here. I knew what I was getting into when I married Ramon. But who are you to judge. You’ve never had to steal to eat, or sleep on the streets with the fear of being raped at any moment. Ramon took me away from all that. So as far as it goes, he used me as much as I used him. He had power and I wanted in on it.
Twelve years later and here I am doing his dirty work. He’s such a coward he can’t even man up enough to go up to the Hell’s Lovers and fuck them up for what they did to his brother. Then again, the fucker deserved what he got. Gabriel was a piece of shit, violent asshole, who only got the gang into problems. Then again, Tuco wasn’t any better. Now, he was involved with a cartel. A fucking cartel! Ugh! I swear... I’d do anything to get away from him. I’d do anything to find a decent job, to be normal for a little while. But then what the fuck is normal, right?
So, here I am, swinging on poles in order to get my hubby some information. God only knows what he’s looking for. He just wants Intel, as much of it as I could get. How many men? How are they armed? Who are their connections?
To be honest, these men, these Hell’s Lovers, they’re honest and they treat their women like goddesses. They’re fucking fantastic. Well, there’s one in specific who is beyond fantastic. He’s been staring at me since I got here, and I’m not going to tell you I dislike it, because it would be an outright lie. No, this man, this man is sin, he’s sizzling heat, he’s a man’s man.
He towers over everyone at Ravenous like the king he surely is. Broad shouldered, bulging muscles that ripple every time he moves, every time he breathes. Not only that, but his tattoos move with him. Now, I’ve seen a lot of tattoos, but they’re all gang related. His, like him, are a piece of art. Each original, each with a story behind it. A story I’ m more than willing to hear about. His eyes are dark, I can’t make out the color in the dim light, but I can tell they’re hungry.
As I swi
ng on the pole and glide myself down, spreading my legs for the crowd of drunken bikers that surround the stage, his eyes meet mine. He’s sitting in the front row, in a chair that was reserved just for him. His eyes run down my body, lighting me on fire. My dance becomes his, hell my body is his. I’ve never reacted to a man like this before. I can assure you, the only man I’ve been with is Ramon, and the mother fucker doesn’t know what he’s doing half the time. He thinks putting me on all fours, and five minutes of humping has me satisfied. He has absolutely no idea what it means to keep a woman satisfied.
To be honest, and I say this in the most tragic way possible, I have never had an orgasm from a man before. I mean, I’ve gotten myself off- I’m thirty for fuck’s sake. But actually cumming on a nice, thick, long, hard cock? Never happened, not once. It’s sad, really.
But now that I’m in front of this man, this stranger, I can feel my world about to change. I’m not sure if I should be scared or just give into what I’m craving. I’ll leave it up to him. Fuck Los Perdidos, and fuck Ramon Moreno. I’m done. He could find another whore to be his lapdog. God knows he’s got plenty of those lying around.
As I sway back and forth on the stage, his eyes never leave mine. I swing my legs once again around the metal pole, using only my arms to hold me. I hear applause, I hear men shouting and my eyes catch the light as dollar bills fall on the floor.
I’m not a professional dancer. I actually take pole classes downtown. It’s the new exercise trend in L.A. Ramon pays for them, that’s how I met Jade. She teaches pole dancing classes at the gym and as soon as we met, we became friends right away. When I told Ramon who she was, he jumped at the chance for me to get to know her.
‘Be her friend, her confidant, let her tell you secrets or whatever the fuck you chicks talk about. When you have her tied to you, ask her for a job.’
I did what he asked, but I have to admit I was scared. After what I had seen the Hell’s Lovers do to my brother-in-law, I couldn’t even imagine what they would do to me if they ever found out I was here to pretty much spy on them. I also felt bad. I liked Jade, she was really sweet. She’d been through a lot in her life, yet she was willing to help me. As soon as I had asked for a job, she had suggested I dance. I told her I was a great waitress or bar back, but she had insisted. So here I was, in front of dozens of strange men, dancing my little heart out in order to get a job.
