by Dawn Martens
Twisted Up In Us– Treyton Sisters Novel
By
Dawn Martens
Twisted Up In Us
Broken hearted and in need of an escape, Melissa turns to her newfound father, Hangman, president of the Untamed MC. Everything about her relationship with Dray was founded on lies. Lies she is desperate to forget.
Dray is determined to set the story straight and win back her love and trust no matter the cost. Only there is a kink in his plan in the name of Slammer.
A member of the Untamed who has never been faithful, until he lays his eyes on Melissa.
Dray and Slammer both want her, but only one man can have her heart…
Who will win in this tangled game of love and war?
This story is told in 3 different POV’s and a few POV’s from Hangman!
This book is NOT a standalone, you MUST read Twisted Up In You and Always Was Mine FIRST.
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DAWN MARTENS
Copyright © Dawn Martens
Published 2018
Cover Art by Glenna Maynard
Edited by Emily Snow
Proof Read by Michelle Simm and Michelle Barlow Price
Formatted by Glenna Maynard
Twisted Up In Us is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events portrayed in this book either are from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, establishments, events, or location is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Please do not take offence to the content, as it is FICTION.
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Dedication
To all my readers, especially those that have been waiting so long for Melissa’s story
Acknowledgments
This is usually the hardest part, but it’s actually quite easy for me.
As always, my G-baby, Glenna Maynard, you’re my best friend, and I appreciate you more than words could ever say. Thank you for everything you do for me, even when you give me ‘homework’. Loves and kisses!
To Emily Snow, my poop-face, thank you for just simply being my friend, even when I’m crazy and threaten to show you my tits.
And to Michelle and Angie– thank you for always looking over my stuff and telling me what to fix and how to fix it.
Note from the Author
As some may know, I started writing this book in 2015, right as I finished writing Cori’s book, Twisted Up In You. However, this book has haunted me, taking forever to fully come to life, what with all my health issues and of course writer’s block. But it’s finally done. This book is not only the conclusion to The Treyton Sisters Duet, but it’s also a sneak peak into the Untamed MC. I hope you enjoy!
Contents
Blurb
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Author’s Note
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
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Epilogue
Bonus Epilogue
Twisted Up In You
About Dawn
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Prologue
Dray
Standing at the front of the church, waiting for Melissa to walk down the aisle to me, I’m nervous. I tried to get her to marry me before our daughter came, but she was stubborn. Said no way. Mostly because she didn’t want to be a pregnant bride, and because she wanted us to work on our relationship before we took it to this level.
Thankfully, after a tongue-lashing where her sister, Cori, told her to stop being stubborn, Melissa finally agreed to marry me. Of course, when I went to Angel, Zippo, and Reaper for permission, they put me through the ringer. Reaper kept cleaning his knives and his gun in front of me as I nervously asked for their blessing.
There are still things Melissa doesn’t know about me, but my boss told me I couldn’t tell her just yet, because it would ruin a four-year investigation. And I can’t fuck that up. I also hate lying to my woman. I know she’d keep it to herself, if she knew the truth, but if my boss ever found out she knew before we closed the case, I would lose my job.
The music starts up and I see her, my angel, my beautiful Melissa walking toward me, carrying our daughter Mikayla on her hip. Fuck, she’s beautiful.
Angel puts Melissa’s hand in mine after taking Mikayla from her and goes to sit down so we can start.
Then it happens, everything is destroyed—my whole world comes crashing down. What should be the start of my life with Melissa ends before it ever truly begins.
Hangman from the Untamed Angels MC, storms into the church, followed by his men. Angel instantly hands Mikayla back to Melissa as the clubs face off.
“You didn’t think to tell me I had a daughter?” Hangman roars, glaring at Jasper. He looks to Melissa quickly, eyes settling on my daughter. “A granddaughter?”
“How’d you find out?” Angel answers back.
“How do you think? I finally get my wife back, and not only am I just finding out that I have a daughter who is twenty years old, but my brother—who not only is alive—also got my wife pregnant and is living with your pussy club!”
Shit. This isn’t good.
I see Trevor tense up. This is a moment that he’s avoided for years. Being in the company of his brother. Hangman is so terrible; the guy faked his death to get away from him.
“This isn’t the time or place for this,” Jasper declares, throwing his hands out.
“No, it’s the perfect fucking time.” Motherfucker. I would recognize that voice anywhere. My ex-wife moves from her spot behind Hangman. “You son of a bitch, what do you think you are doing, huh?”
“Shayla…” I start to say but Melissa cuts me off.
“Um, I’m sorry, but who are you?”
“Who am I? Well, this is great. Now, I actually feel bad for you,” Shayla says, sounding at least half human for once. “I’m his wife,” she cries out, managing to ap
pear distraught.
God, I hate this woman.
“Wife?” Melissa chokes out as if she were just punched in the stomach. She looks to me to deny Shayla’s claims, but I can’t. Not entirely. We were married but that was the past.
“I never signed his stupid ass papers, so he probably didn’t realize we’re still married. I told him before what my conditions were. He visits his children, talks to them. Then, and only then, would I let him be free,” she says, tears forming in her eyes. And there we have it, the bitch fake cries. As usual.
Her hand goes to her throat and she continues with the act. She looks at the beautiful life Melly and I made. “You had his child?”
With that, Melissa takes off crying as soon as Cori runs to her taking Mikayla. I watch Cori and Blake follow her quickly out of the church doors.
“Melissa! Stop please,” I yell out for her. Everyone is holding me back from going to her and I see Shayla’s face. The cunt has the nerve to smirk. Not sure what the fuck she’s playing at here, but I will end her.
“You hurt my kid, you motherfucker. Why shouldn’t I hurt you?” Hangman roars at me.
Everything is in chaos, Hangman gets a punch in, and the Angels all stare at me with disgust.
“Hangman, we get shit is bad right now. Everyone calm down and we’ll ride to the clubhouse and have a talk. Clear the air,” Angel says, being the peacemaker.
“I’ll be keeping my eye on you,” Hangman warns me one final time and storms out.
Shayla still stands there, smirking her smug bitchy smirk. She has once again destroyed my whole world. She has another thing coming though if she thinks I’m letting her off so easy this time.
Chapter 1
Melissa
Can this week get any worse? First my wedding day was ruined when I found out that Dray had a whole other family. How could I not have known that he had another family, another life? How could he have not mentioned that he had other children?
As if that wasn’t enough, my father, the man I never knew, the one that didn’t even know I existed, showed up, bringing along the estranged wife of the two-timing, dick-faced asshole.
How Dray thought we could get married was beyond me. Didn’t he know our marriage wouldn’t be legal? Didn’t he know he’d most likely go to prison for bigamy?
Dray has tried calling me, multiple times a day. Leaving me countless text messages and voicemails. But I delete each and every one of them without reading or listening to them. I don’t want to hear his excuses. There is nothing he can say to defend what he has done. He lied to me.
That’s not love.
I finish packing up the last of our things and drag the bags to the front door. “What are you doing, Melly?” Cori asks, looking worried. I love my sister, more than anything. She’s happily married now, with a child of her own on the way, and I don’t want her to worry about me anymore. She’s worried over me since we were children.
“Um, Carson said I could live with him,” I say hesitantly. Discovering who my father was, was a shock, but at least now both Cori and I finally know, considering our bitch mom was never going to tell us.
Her brows furrow in concern. “You don’t even know this guy. And from what the guys say, he’s bad news.”
I shrug. “I know, okay, I know. But even Tori vouched for him, saying he was a good father, so at least that’s something. And this will be like a getting to know you sort of thing. I just need to get away. Somewhere Dray won’t look for me. I can’t stay here and be reminded of him day in and day out.”
Tears well up in her eyes. “Remember though, that’s Dray’s daughter too. He might be an asshole right now, but you can’t shut him out of her life.” Being pregnant and married sure has changed Cori. Gone is her snarky personality—it’s like she was replaced by an alien.
“He doesn’t give a shit about his other kids, doubt he’ll care about her. I’m not putting her through that. He can kiss my ass,” I tell her angrily. She should know how this feels; we both grew up with missing fathers that never gave a fuck to even find out about us. I’m not putting Mikayla through that pain.
I can tell Cori wants to say more but instead just gives me a sad smile. She comes to me, pulling me tight for a hug. “Call me? Often?”
“Of course,” I choke out, my face resting on her shoulder. “I’ll come back…eventually. I promise. I just need to go. I can’t be here right now.” I can’t chance running into Dray. He made a fool of me.
Cori helps me down to the front of the building with my bags, while I carry Mikayla and her suitcase. Carson, my dad, is standing against his truck waiting for us. He calls it a cage, which is strange to me, but whatever. He takes everything from Cori and me, telling me to get in. He still kind of scares me. I never would have known that he and Trevor were brothers, because they look nothing alike. They have the same height but where Trevor is a scrawny hipster, Carson is built more like a bodybuilder. Long shaggy brown hair and a giant messy beard. I almost wonder if I could convince him to get a haircut and a beard trim. Because he looks like something out of a horror movie right now.
Buckling Mikayla up, I turn back to Cori, giving her one last hug goodbye. “Don’t tell Dray, please. Just let him know I’m gone if he keeps harassing.”
Cori nods and kisses me on the cheek.
“I’ll miss you, both of you,” Cori tells me as she steps away from the truck, waving and blowing kisses to Mikayla.
Carson gives my sister a grin paired with a wink, and we leave. Off to the other side of the country to get away from Dray and to finally have a father.
Chapter 2
Melissa
Took a week, but we’re finally here. We had to stop more often because of Mikayla, but Carson didn’t seem to mind. My father’s house looks typical, not what I was expecting at all. We didn’t really talk much on the drive; it was sort of awkward. But thankfully Mikayla babbled away in the back seat and entertained us for most of the drive.
Carson walks me into his house and I look around. It’s simple, and there isn’t anything illegal here, at least not what I can see. It looks basic, even basic colors of brown and grey on the walls all around. From standing in the entry way I can see there is a basement that looks like it’s unfinished.
Walking down the hall, I notice a large family room connected to a dining room, then kitchen. Going to the left is another hallway with a large bathroom and a few bedrooms.
“Mikayla’s room is right here. Had the guys come while we drove to get it done up. I told those fucks she was just a baby so not to get anything she could choke on.” He opens the door and its painted pink with white stripes. There’s a toddler bed all set up in the middle of the room, it even has a Frozen canopy. The bed has so many stuffed toys on it that it makes me wonder if there’ll be room for Mikayla to sleep in it. At the end of the bed is a toy box overflowing with so many toys that I swear they must have went to Toys R Us and bought the store out.
And of course, for a final touch, there’s a pink TV anchored on the wall.
“Wow.” Mikayla squirms in my arms, wanting down. She waddles over to the toys on the floor and plops down to play. I smile up at my father. “You didn’t have to do all this.”
“Yeah, sort of did, kid. You’re mine, I take care of what’s mine,” he says gruffly. He pulls me along to another room, just beside Mikayla’s and opens that door. “This is yours. I wasn’t sure what you were into, but Cori told me you were a fan of reds and black, so I passed that shit onto the guys and they did this.”
Looking around, I want to cry. It’s so beautiful. The walls to the left and right are black, the walls that my bed is against and at my back are red. There is a plush red and black bedding set on the bed and a huge TV is mounted on the wall. A black dresser with the handles painted red, and a giant red-trimmed mirror is against the black wall to the left.
“This looks amazing. Oh my god.” I breathe.
“Glad you like it, kid,” he says, ruffling my hair. T
his interaction feels awkward to me, but it doesn’t seem to phase him. It’s like he’s always done this. “When’s the baby got to nap?”
I check the time, it’s a little after twelve. “I need to get her lunch and then she can go down for one.”
“Good, we’ll talk when she’s asleep.” He stomps away and starts banging away in the kitchen. I take another look at my room and smile. I can’t believe he went to all this trouble, just for me. I pull my cell phone out and take pictures of both rooms and send them to Cori.
Holy shit! Maybe he’s not so bad after all - C
I smile as I type, Yeah. Maybe. Maybe he’s not.
Grabbing Mikayla out of her room, I carry her into the kitchen and find that there is a highchair at the table. “You really didn’t have to go all out like this,” I say as I strap her in.
Carson shrugs, mumbling something under his breath and hands me a plate for myself. “Mind if I feed her?” he asks.
Staring at him in shock, all I can do is nod my head, even though she pretty much feeds herself now. And by feeding herself, I mean she just uses her hands to eat. What big scary biker man wants to feed a baby? Studying my face, he chuckles, like he knew exactly what I was thinking. I quickly sit down as I feel my face get warm.
“It’s not much, the guys got a bunch of take out shit last night and put it all in the fridge,” he says as I dig into the fried rice and chicken balls on my plate.
Chapter 3
Melissa
Lunch was interesting, watching Carson feeding Mikayla was the highlight for sure. I think he got more food in his beard and hair than in her mouth. He shot me a glare when I giggled. After she was somewhat fed, he got her out of the chair, cleaned her up, and put her down for her nap. I was surprised.
