Mayhem Madness: Reckless Bastards MC Series Books 1-7

by KB Winters

  Those fuckers! It was Big Boy and Navajo, it had to be. I’d seen them around for the past couple of months, just watching me. Always watching with those damn smug smirks on their stupid faces. They’d kept their distance after Dallas had threatened their dicks, but only for a while.

  “Shit, I’m sorry, Kody. I should have guessed they wouldn’t stop.”

  “You mean shredding your tires?”

  “You knew? They’d cost me a pretty penny, slashing all four tires just to inconvenience me. I think they thought I’d get scared and go running back to Genesis. I didn’t.”

  “Of course I knew,” Kody mumbled around his pain. “You’re the cheapest person I know and suddenly you have brand new tires on your ten-year-old car. I did the math. And I know about the break-in, too.”

  Shit. “They’re just trying to scare me so I’ll go back to LA.”

  “Will you?” A groan came from the living room and I figured he must’ve tried to move again.

  “Not unless they kidnap me.”

  Which was probably plan C or D on the list of ways to get me to come back. A bell chimed and I froze, suddenly remembering what I’d been doing before Kody knocked on my door.

  “Shit!” I ran into the living room, tossing the towel-wrapped beans at him as I raced to the bathroom and locked the door behind me. My heart beat so loud and hard it was all I could hear as I leaned against the sink. I stared at the five plastic applicators sitting on the counter beside my toothbrush and soap dispenser.

  The truth was right there, a few feet away. I didn’t want to look, couldn’t force my feet to move to see the results. You can do this. Just open your eyes. The pep talk didn’t work and after counting to ten and back, twice, I took one step. Then another. And then I opened my eyes and looked down at the five different applicators hoping, no praying that I wasn’t seeing what I was seeing.

  Pregnant. Positive. Digital displays. One single line and plus signs. They all said the same thing. They all said that my one sexy night of fun in more than two years had left more than a lasting memory. That I was now one of those women who got knocked up by a one-night stand. “Shit.” Every time I thought I was making progress in my life, something or someone came along to prove me wrong.

  Kody knocked. “Hey Rocky, you okay in there?” I jumped.

  “Yeah, I’ll be out in a sec.” I splashed cold water on my face and stared at the applicators one final time before I swept them into the trash bin. I knew what I had to do. It would start with getting the hell out of San Diego. For a while or forever. But first, I opened the bathroom door and walked into the arms of my best friend.

  “Okay. I’m really sorry about bringing all of this into your life, Kody.”

  “Hey, don’t worry about it, Rock. This isn’t on you.”

  He could say that until he was blue in his pretty face, but that nasty purple bruise that closed his eye said otherwise. “It is Kody, and as long as I’m around, they’ll make you a target to get to me. I have to leave.”

  “Where will you go?” He sighed and dropped his head to my shoulder. “I want to talk you out of this so bad, but you have your determined face on and it hurts too much to talk.”

  I laughed so hard I snorted. “Good because my mind is made up. I’ll let you know when and where I land.” I would miss Kody. He was the first good friend I’d had and the fact that he was a guy meant so much to me.

  “Wait, what happened in that bathroom?”

  “Oh,” I smiled and rested both hands on his shoulders. “I’m pregnant.”

  “The knight in shining armor?”

  I nodded because that was what Dallas had been that night. My white knight with messy blond hair, a wide smile and blue eyes that always seemed to be laughing. “Yeah. That one.”

  I knew Dallas would help me because he had that whole sexy, cornfed cowboy thing going on. But also, because I was carrying his baby.

  Chapter 2

  Lasso

  I was confused as hell and all my Spidey senses were tingling in warning, telling me that shit stunk to high hell and it had nothing to do with the German shepherd next door. Standing on my porch, looking as lush and sexy as she had for one hot night in San Diego, was a girl—a woman—I hadn’t seen in almost two months.

  “Um … hey Rocky. What’s up?”

  As I stood there, ready for whatever bomb she was about to drop, another thought occurred. What if Rocky was a stalker? The Reckless Bastards had enough of that lately.

  “We need to talk,” she said, her tone serious and somber. I braced myself, knowing nothing good ever came after those four words. “Can I come in?”

  The way she looked over both shoulders, scanned my residential neighborhood set me on edge and I stepped back, waving her in.

  “Are you in some kind of trouble?” Because that would be just fucking perfect. I meet a hot girl and we have one fun night together and now she thinks the big bad biker can swoop in and save her.

  “Kind of. Do you have any water? I’m so thirsty but I didn’t want to stop for the bathroom so, please?”

  All types of warnings clanged around my brain at her words and how they didn’t fit together, not with her tone and her actions. But I got her a glass of cold water from the fridge and shoved it in her hands. “There. Start talking.”

  She didn’t look worried at all, just gulped down half the glass and set it on the table, keeping her fingers curled around the bottom.

  “Thanks for that. I needed … oh shit.”

  One hand smacked over her mouth as her green eyes flashed wide. Worried. She was on her feet seconds later and before I could register what the fuck was going on, Rocky was emptying her stomach in my bathroom. On and on she went, making the most sickening sounds while I stood in my own damn kitchen feeling helpless as fuck.

  “Sorry about that,” she said when she came out, wiping her mouth with a wad of tissues, the toilet flushing behind her. Her smile was sheepish, her expression contrite.

  But now I was on the verge of fucking panicking. “You want to tell me what the hell is going on here?” I refilled her glass and shoved it her hands, forcing her to sit back down before she collapsed on the floor. I wet a kitchen towel and put it on the back of her neck. I didn’t know why, I just remember my own mama doing that to me when I made it to the kitchen table with a hangover. “Are you all right?”

  “Yes. No. Probably not,” she answered softly and then burst into tears, grabbing one of the many scarves around her waist and drying her eyes.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  I hated tears. Nothing made me feel more helpless, more useless than a woman with tears in her eyes. I vowed, after leaving my family and my hometown of Rose Petal, Texas, that I’d never feel that way again. And now, look at me.

  Fuck.

  All I could do was wrap my arms around her and hold her close while she cried her eyes out, clinging to me and leaving my t-shirt a soggy mess. Thankfully, she didn’t have any makeup on so I was just wet.

  “Ah shit, Rocky.”

  She took my words the wrong way, pulling back and sitting tall in the wooden kitchen chair as she wiped away all traces of her tears.

  “Sorry. Shit, I’m really sorry, Dallas.” She stood, her legs a little wobbly as she walked the few steps to the sink, rinsing out her glass. “Seriously, I’m sorry.”

  “Should I ask again?” It was obvious she needed help just as it was obvious she didn’t want to tell me why. Or ask for my help.

  Her southern California tanned skin paled and she shook her head as she sat back in the chair. “No. I’m not dying. Not right now, anyway.”

  “What the hell does that mean?”

  “Remember that guy you saved me from the night we met?” I nodded, how could I forget that neck-tattooed freak with bad hair and worse fucking manners. “He’s a henchman for my ex. Ex-employer and ex-lover. Genesis.”

  I snorted. “Seriously?”

  “Yeah. Anyway, he’s got a partner and they’ve upped t
heir bullshit since we last saw each other but at first it was just dumb but inconvenient shit. Slashed tires and a vandalized apartment. I can handle that. I know they thought I’d get scared and go running back to Genesis, but I didn’t. But now, they’ve attacked Kody.”

  “Your boyfriend?” She’d said nothing about a boyfriend during our night together, but they could have gotten together in the two months since. The thought fucking rankled. It shouldn’t have, but it damn well did.

  She laughed. “No, Kody is my friend. The first real friend I’ve ever had, actually, which is why seeing him with a black eye really messed with my head. But Kody is … great. He’s a sensitive guy. A chef with a boyfriend he plans on marrying soon, but it doesn’t matter. They’ve ruined our friendship, so I had to leave San Diego.”

  An ex who couldn’t take rejection wasn’t that big of a deal, even if he was a gangster, so none of this told me why it was my door she’d knocked on. We’d hooked up in San Diego but that was months and miles ago. This was Mayhem, close to Vegas. Not that big of a jump but definitely not San Diego. Again, I wanted to know why she landed on my doorstep.

  “Because, Dallas.”

  I winced at her use of my given name. No one ever called me Dallas. Hell, I didn’t even know why I introduced myself to her like that. The name was a reminder of everything I’d left behind, everything I hated about home. Family. “Lasso. Call me Lasso.”

  Red brows rose dramatically. “Considering what that says about me, I’ll pass. Anyway, I had to leave because who knows what they’ll do now, and my situation changed about the same time Kody showed up with his black eye.” She sighed, wringing her hands in the fabric of her orangish-pink skirt. “I’m pregnant, Dallas. It’s yours but that’s not why I’m here. I just need…just…a few days to make a plan.”

  Pregnant? Pregnant. Pregnant? The word sounded in my head until it had absolutely no meaning, other than what it meant for my life. My future. She was still talking but I’d stopped listening. I just watched her lips move but the sound didn’t register. Lush pink lips moved, occasionally her fingers ran through thick red hair but otherwise she just talked.

  “I know this is a lot to take in, Dallas, and I’m damn sorry for that, but I was acting on instinct. I don’t need money. I just need to lie low for a few days. No one knows you who could connect us. Please.” Her brows dipped low and her shoulders fell. Resignation.

  “You’re pregnant?” Words finally came and they were…idiotic.

  “I am. You’re the only man I’ve been with in two years, but like I said, I’m not asking for anything else. Not cash, not your belief, or your protection other than a few days’ safety of this place nobody knows about.”

  “How long?” The words came out harsher than I meant them to, but it was the first thought that came to mind.

  She sighed, disappointed but again, resigned. “Right. Maybe a week or two, but let’s just say three days? Can you give me three days?”

  Shit. What the hell kind of shit was she involved in that she wasn’t cursing me out for not offering more help? She said she was carrying my baby. Shouldn’t she be demanding my protection and my financial assistance? “Is this a scam or some kind of game?”

  “No,” she laughed bitterly. “It’s neither of those things but you don’t know me to know that. I get it,” she said with a casual shrug that told me she did get it. Her green eyes were sad but determined as she finished her water and stood. “See you around, Dallas.”

  No. Hell no. There was no way I’d fall for this trick. This little game meant to tug on my emotions. Good thing I didn’t have any emotions because I didn’t trust anyone but my brothers. A few of the old timers were married, some had permanent old ladies and even some of my friends had gotten loved up, but I didn’t trust women. I liked them, but when the time came that they dicked over my brothers, I’d be the first in line to make sure they paid the price.

  Still, I felt like an asshole. She was pregnant and had an angry ex after her, and I was turning her way. But what if she isn’t pregnant? That was the question my conscience kept poking and prodding my brain with. The practical side of me wanted to know what if she was, and that thought had me on my feet at the front door just in time to see her pull the door open on an old black Chevy Blazer with matted paint. “What kind of trouble are you in, exactly?”

  She didn’t turn around, didn’t look up at me to try and plead her case one final time. If this was a game, giving up wouldn’t get her anything, would it?

  “Do you need my help?”

  She did look up then and what I saw was fatigue. And fear. Her gaze slammed right into me, blank and bright green even from fifty feet away. “Nah, I’ll figure something out.”

  “Where are you staying?”

  Her smile was sad, wistful even. “Wherever I stop next.”

  She hopped in the Blazer, started the ignition, and pulled away. Exiting my life just as quickly as she’d entered it.

  Except this time, she was carrying my kid.

  Probably.

  Maybe.

  Shit. I had to go after her.

  ***

  I’d caught up to her at a burger joint and convinced her to come back to my place and we were finishing up a meal I’d thrown together. “The car,” I asked, “is it stolen?”

  She screwed up her face in a show of indignation. “No, it’s not stolen. I’m not a car thief. But I took the long way here, stopping to trade my car in for something a little bigger and a lot less conspicuous.” She was right, the red Mini Cooper she had on the night we met was an eyecatcher, but the redhead inside? Impossible to ignore.

  “What are you running from exactly?” She’d said an ex had sent his men after her. Henchmen, she said, which meant he was more than a low-level gangster.

  “I already told you. Goons who want to drag me back to a life I already left behind.” The way she sighed and her shoulders slumped reminded me of my own demeanor when I left Texas for the last time. She scraped every last bit of sauce and cheese from the lasagna on her plate, and then rinsed it in the sink, readying herself to say something. “I appreciate the dinner, Dallas, I do. But you don’t have to do this.”

  “Do what?”

  “Pretend you care. I dropped all this in your lap unexpectedly and you’ve handled it like a champ, but you don’t owe me anything. I’m sorry if I made you feel like you did.”

  Goddammit, this girl was determined to make me get in touch with my sensitive side. “I don’t do anything I don’t want to, Rocky.” Including her.

  “Right,” she said and pushed my hand away as I slid a plate of chocolate cake in front of her. “Stop trying to feed me if you want me to believe you’re as tough as you appear.” But she sliced her fork through a corner, bit it and moaned low and deep.

  “And don’t try to distract me with that sex moan. Just tell me what I want to know.”

  “My what?” She choked as she swallowed another bite.

  “That sex moan. Believe me, I remember.” Her cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink, especially considering all the dirty shit we’d done together that night.

  Rocky rolled her eyes and pushed the plate away. “Okay, the short version is that my dad is—or maybe was—a bank robber. We learned one day a long time ago that I had a knack for planning heists, which meant I had no choice but to do them with him.”

  I poured her a glass of milk to go with the chocolate cake and let her roll out the story.

  “At first it was fun, you know, drawing up plans and spending time with my dad. But then it became a job and two months before I turned seventeen, I left Florida behind. Hopped on a bus, stopping here and there to wait tables and gather more cash for wherever I landed. When I got to California, it was my first taste of freedom.” She inhaled deeply. “It was so intoxicating, all the sunshine, which I was used to, but the freedom. It was great!”

  She smiled and for a moment she looked like the sexy redhead I’d met on the beach, looking hotter than
anyone should in plain black slacks and a fitted white shirt.

  “I know a little something about that,” I said. “After the military I went back to Texas and my family and their oppressive fucking expectations. When I made my escape, it was to here. There was no ocean but that smell and that feeling of freedom. Yeah I know exactly what you mean.” It was like being released from prison or gaining eyesight for the first time.

  But I was interrupting her. I apologized and told her to tell me the rest.

  “So I was waiting tables and selling my crafts on the beach when I first met Genesis. He was good looking and he had that charm that really young seventeen-year-old girls find appealing, and I was a really young seventeen year old.” She rolled her eyes with that self-deprecating smile that brought back memories of our night together.

  “I didn’t realize what he was at first. I mean, my dad was a crook but not that kind of criminal, at least I didn’t think so. Anyway, I realized what kind of man he was when I owed him some money and had trouble paying it back.”

  “Your own boyfriend?” I shook my head. That guy was a fucking asshole.

  “Yep. See, a few of us were getting together for a bachelorette party and I thought it’d be nice to have a little pot for the night. But Genesis said this was a grown up party and that I should bring coke. I’d done a line here and there but nothing real serious. He offered me some so I took it. It wasn’t until the next day he told me I owed him $1200. ‘Ass or cash,’ he said.”

  Her gaze darkened as she relived the memory and my fingers itched to pound that fucker’s face into the cement. “Then a few days later he magically remembered how I used to help my dad.”

  “Wait, what? Seriously?”

  She just nodded sadly.

  “What a fucking prick,” I said. The guy was an asshole, but he was smart to take advantage of such a fantastic and hidden talent.

  “Yeah, but after the first heist went so well, my debt was cleared. You can imagine my relief. But then he started to pay me. Cash, zanies and vicos,” she said, casually tossing out the street name for Xanax and Vicodin.