Storm (Sinning Cobras MC Book 1)

by Colbie Kay

  Storm

  Sinning Cobras MC, Book 1

  Colbie Kay

  Copyright © 2019 by Colbie Kay

  All rights reserved.

  Names, characters, and incidents depicted in this book are the product of the authors’ imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical, including but not limited to printing, file sharing, email, information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the authors, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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  Editing: Maria Vickers

  Formatting: Maria Vickers

  Contents

  TRIGGER WARNING

  Bonus Scene

  Prologue

  1. Storm

  2. Haven

  3. Storm

  4. Haven

  5. Storm

  6. Haven

  7. Storm

  8. Haven

  9. Storm

  10. Haven

  11. Haven

  12. Storm

  13. Haven

  14. Storm

  15. Haven

  16. Storm

  17. Haven

  18. Storm

  19. Haven

  20. Storm

  21. Haven

  Epilogue

  Author’s Note

  Playlist

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Other Books by Colbie Kay

  TRIGGER WARNING

  This book comes with a warning!!! If you have triggers read with caution because this book deals with heavy issues of sexual situations. Parts of this book are dark and might be hard for some to read.

  Dedication

  To my readers

  Bonus Scene

  Snake

  I sit at one end of the table while my son sits at the other. “Let’s hash this shit out, Hanger.”

  His fists slam on top of the table. “My whole fuckin’ life was turned upside down.”

  “You think mine wasn’t? I never even knew you were mine, and I lost out on Jacey growing up. I was grateful to get my daughter back, but to find out I had a son that I never got the chance to know...” I shake my head and blow out a deep breath. “It fucking hurt me. All I have now is the chance to watch my grandbabies grow up. You don’t need me, and I get that, but I owe you my life, son. You could have let me die when I needed that blood transfusion after Deuce shot me, but you didn’t. You gave me your blood, and you saved my life. I get to live because of you.”

  His head casts down. “I would have done it for any of my brothers.”

  I straighten up in my seat. “But I’m not one of your brothers, Hanger.”

  “Fuck!” He rakes his fingers through his short brown hair. “I’ve been so pissed at you, but none of this was your fault. I just—”

  “I know. I couldn’t stay angry with your mom either. I fucking love her more than my own life, and I realized that if I held in that anger toward her, I would lose her again, so I let it go, and I’ve been trying to move forward since. I want shit right between us, and as long as there’s this tension between the two of us, our clubs will suffer.”

  He nods in agreement. “The Sinners want to join the Cobras. They have wanted this all along, but I shut it down. I think what’s best for all of us is if we join our clubs together.”

  “I agree, son.” I lean back in my chair, feeling as though a ton of weight has been lifted off of my shoulders.

  Prologue

  Storm

  “No!” I don’t even recognize my own voice screaming. My eyes widen with the fear that’s swallowing me. I run to her side and drop down onto my knees. Blood begins soaking through the fabric of my denim jeans. “Call 9-1-1!” I yell over and over while tears stream down my face. The wet feeling on my cheeks is foreign to me.

  “Storm,” she gasps my name.

  “Shh,” I hush her. “You’re going to be fine.” I don’t know if I’m trying to reassure her or myself. She has to be fine. I can’t fuckin’ lose her.

  My hands, now red, covered in the blood she’s shed, lie over the bullet wound. I apply as much pressure as I can, but it won’t stop seeping from her body.

  The sirens blare in the distance. They soon take her away.

  “Storm, are you coming?” I barely hear the words as I’m charging toward my bike.

  I climb onto my Harley without responding. My mind is consumed with one thought: I’m going to kill that motherfucker.

  1

  Storm

  I lean against the doorframe, watching Haven sleep so fuckin’ peacefully. It took time for her to sleep through the night without waking and screaming as if someone was fuckin’ killing her. She’d open her eyes and see me standing right where I am now, her body would slump as if she was relieved, and a small smile would ease onto her plump lips before she’d fall back to sleep. After a while, it became routine. I was here to keep the nightmares away. Eventually, the screaming stopped, but she still wakes every now and then to make sure I’m still here. “I’ll always be here,” I whisper.

  I cross my arms over my chest, trying to rid myself of the ache that pounds in there every goddamn time I look at her. She is beautiful. Her hair’s the color of chestnuts with curls that flow down her back. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve wished I could run my fingers through the long strands. She has these chocolate doe eyes with long, thick black lashes that damn near drop me to my knees when she gazes at me. Her petite little frame makes me want to pick her up and have her legs wrap around my waist just to feel her body pressed against mine.

  “Fuck!” I groan and silently beg my cock to stop fuckin’ growing. I run my fingers through my silver-streaked hair while trying to push those fuckin’ images out of my goddamn head. Christ, I’m fuckin’ twenty years older than her, and no fuckin’ way should I have the thoughts I do about her, but fuck if I don’t wish I could pin her to a wall and make her scream my name so fuckin’ loud, Jesus couldn’t save her.

  It’s been two years since she was standing at our gate, begging to be let in, begging for us to help her and her sister. At first, she was just a job to me, watching over her, making sure she’s taking care of herself. I soon learned she didn’t know how to fuckin’ do that, so I started doing it for her. I made sure she ate and showered, and I taught her shit about everyday life. But over time, she started to change. For one, her figure filled out because she’s healthy now. It’s more than that, though. Her chocolate eyes seem to have some life back in them, something that was missing before. Coming to us broken and practically naked, she is coming out of her shell in very small ways, and thanks to Snake’s Ol’ Lady, Victoria, she has clothes to wear. She wasn’t a teenager; she was twenty-six then, and now, she’s twenty-eight with her whole fuckin’ life ahead of her. However, even though she has evolved, in some ways, she still remains locked inside of herself, terrified of the outside world.

  She’s not the only one who’s changed with time. I’ve changed also, or I should say my thoughts and feelings about Haven have changed. Somewhere along the line, she stopped being a job and became my priority. What I thought of as an innocent desire to protect her has transformed into a wild obsession where I need her to need me. Once I started seeing her as a woman, those lustful thoughts started playing in my head. Thoughts of wanting to possess her, wanting to claim every goddamn part of her fuckin’ body. I know I can’t act on my urges, cravings, desires, but fuck if I’m going to allow anot
her man to ever fuckin’ touch her.

  So, instead of trying to help her grow into an independent woman, I’ve been fuckin’ selfish and allowed her to continue to live inside her fear. I’ve allowed her to get comfortable within these four walls. She’s my weakness, my kryptonite. For two years, she’s looked at me as if I’m her goddamn savior, her protector, the only person in this fuckin’ world, and because of my selfishness, I want to keep it that way. I want her to believe I’m the only one who can give her everything she needs in this world.

  A slap on my shoulder pulls me out of my thoughts. Turning my attention away from a sleeping Haven, my eyes meet Snake’s. “Have you told her we’re moving yet?” His voice is low enough only I would be able to hear.

  Shaking my head, my gaze travels back to her. “No.”

  He groans, “Storm, we’re moving to the new compound in two days. Ace hasn’t talked to Chapel either. Don’t you two think you need to prepare them? After all they’ve—”

  My eyes snap back to Snake. I growl deep and low, keeping him from going on with talking about bullshit that I already understand has to happen. “I fuckin’ know, but fuck, she feels so fuckin’ safe here. How do I take that away from her?”

  “I don’t think it’ll matter where we go as long as you’re there. It’s you she feels safe with, Brother, not just these four walls.” Snake searches for something within my stare. “It’s not just telling her that worries you, is it?”

  My brows pull down tightly into a frown. “The fuck you talking about?” I play it off like I don’t know what he’s going on about, but the reality of it is I do.

  His head tips up, and he chuckles as if he’s figured it all out. “You’re scared to move her to the new club. You think she might take an interest in someone else.”

  I narrow my eyes and glare at him. “Shut the fuck up. I ain’t scared of shit.”

  He laughs harder, but it quickly dies. “This isn’t good, Storm. You have to figure your shit out and deal with her.”

  “You think I don’t realize that?” I seethe, gritting my teeth together.

  He sighs heavily. “You’re my vice president, and I’ve known you for a long time, Storm, but I’ve never seen you act like this over a woman. We were supposed to help them and then get rid of them. It’s been two years, and they aren’t going anywhere. We’re no closer to getting answers out of them today than we were day fuckin’ one. I don’t know when exactly you and Ace lost sight of the job, but this…” He pokes his finger into the middle of my chest. “This isn’t helping them or us.”

  Throwing his arm away, I stomp toward my room and glance over my shoulder. “I’ll deal with it tomorrow.” My tone hardens because he’s right. I have to handle this shit with Haven. He was half-ass right about one other thing: I’m not scared, I’m fuckin’ terrified to think about what could happen with new brothers, new prospects, and new hang-arounds. I need her, and I cannot lose her. I’ll put dealing with it off for as long as I can, but it appears I’m running out of time.

  2 YEARS AGO

  “Storm, we have a problem at the front gate. Prospect just called and said we need to get out there now,” Snake’s voice booms with urgency through the quiet bar.

  “Let’s go.” Jumping from the barstool, I race behind Snake. My quick, pounding footsteps halt once we reach the gate’s opening. Two girls. Young, maybe teenagers? One hidden behind the other, only peeking her eyes over the other’s shoulder. What the hell? Where did they come from, and why are they here?

  “Who are you?” I inch closer, my tone unyielding and demanding. It’s not like we’re within the city limits, and they could just stumble upon our compound. No, we’re in the middle of fuckin’ nowhere. I’m on high alert because with our club, we have enemies. Could this be a setup? Could someone have sent these two girls?

  The prospect blurts, “They emerged out of nowhere. I was walking the perimeter, and when I got back, they were just standing here. They won’t speak.”

  Suspicious, my stare travels over the girl. She’s dirty and appears to be underweight by the look of her sunken cheeks. Her long dark hair is so ratted, I don’t think it’s been brushed for months, and dark circles can be seen under her eyes. Taking another step toward the gate, I fist the metal rods, just as she’s doing with her blackened fingers and nails. The girl behind her cowers as if she’s fuckin’ scared shitless. “Who are you?” I repeat my question, lowering my voice.

  Her eyes, big and doe shaped, meet mine. I almost drop to the ground. I know it sounds crazy, but I feel as though this one glance ripped into my very soul. A soul I thought had vanished long ago with all the fuckin’ shit I’ve done. She’s shaking and trying not to cower from fear, but she is also attempting to shield the girl behind her, making it appear as if she is acting strong for someone else and not herself. After a few seconds, she grips the fence tighter and stands taller, but I notice the way her hands tremble against the metal. “My name is Haven Benning, and this is my sister Chapel. Can you help us?” Her quivering voice is soft.

  The brittleness I see and hear added onto the words, “Can you help us,” sends a jolt of electricity blasting inside my dead black heart. It’s as if that one jolt shocked my heart into beating again and brought me back to life. This overwhelming urgency spirals through me, screaming at me to protect her at all costs. No matter what. What the fuck is wrong with me?

  Snake orders, “Tell us where you came from.”

  She doesn’t respond; our eyes are glued to one another as if neither of us can break this invisible chain that has shackled us together. It’s growing heavier and stronger by the second. Never in my life have I ever experienced something like this. It’s out of my control and too fuckin’ strong for me to fight. “Prospect, let them in.”

  “Storm!” Snake shouts my name.

  I can’t tear my gaze away from hers, so I simply answer, “I’ll handle it, Snake.” I don’t know what hell she’s risen from, but I’m her protector now. She’ll be safe as long as I’m near.

  The day Haven Benning stood at the gates of our compound is a day I will never forget.

  2

  Haven

  “Haven.” I wake to the sound of the gravelly timbre of Storm’s voice. Since my stay here at what he calls the clubhouse, I’ve fallen in love with his deep sexy voice as much as I’ve fallen in love with him. Sitting up in my bed, I rub my groggy eyes. He stands at the side of my bed with a plate in his hand. “Your breakfast.”

  I take the plate from him and set it in my lap. “Thank you.” I stare down at eggs, bacon, and toast while trying to decide what to eat first. I choose the toast, and after the first bite, my chewing slows. Normally, he would leave while I’m eating and come back for the empty dishes, but he’s still here, still watching me. My gaze travels from his denim jeans to his broad chest, which moves with every breath he takes. I love seeing him in those white undershirts and his black vest. My ogling continues up to his silver beard and over his perfectly parted lips to his steel-gray eyes. Those eyes stare right into the depths of my very soul. At first, they could be quite scary because they have such intensity to them, but over time, they have become my comfort and safety just as much as he has.

  “I need to talk to you, Darlin’.”

  Worry settles in my stomach, making me lose my appetite while my heart beats faster. Is he finally going to tell me we have to leave? I knew it was only a matter of time before they were tired of us. I imagine he’s done with taking care of me. But I can’t leave; I need him. “What is it?” I push the plate off my lap, setting it at my side.

  He glances over at my sister Chapel. She’s still sleeping soundly because Ace hasn’t come in yet. Storm sits on the edge of the bed. “After tomorrow, we won’t be here anymore.”

  My brows furrow in confusion. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean, you gotta pack up your shit because we’re moving.”

  My pulse pounds in my ears. “Moving where? I don’t want to move! I want
to stay here!” My volume rises as fear sets in.

  Storm slouches over, resting his elbows on his knees, but his gaze remains on me. I see something in his stare, maybe regret, pain, sorrow? I’m not sure, but I try to focus on what he’s telling me, “We can’t stay here anymore. The club made a deal, and we’re moving.”

  I cross my arms over my chest in defiance. “And if I refuse?” I don’t understand. He keeps saying we’re moving, but who is we? No matter who it is, this is where I want to stay. This is where Chapel and I are safe. We haven’t been found, and I can’t risk going out there and being taken again.

  He releases a long, deep breath. “Don’t fight me on this, Haven. I’ve been taking care of you for two years. I’ll continue to do so, but now’s not the time to act like a fuckin’ child.”

  “A child?” I laugh darkly and without mirth. Narrowing my gaze, I hiss, “I wouldn’t know what it means to be a child because I lost that privilege!”

  “Haven.” My name rumbles from deep in his chest.

  My eyes turn toward the wall. “Get out of my room.” I have nothing left to say to him.