Born Killer: Bad Devils MC

by Vivian Gray

  There are some days I feel horrible for him and wonder if he really did just want his family back together. But then I look at Race with Mateo, and I know how wrong that thought is. A real father is present. A real father stays with their family no matter what. A real father is man enough to do what is right for the mother of his children.

  “Any sign of him?” I ask Ariel as she leans against the hostess stand.

  “I think that’s sign enough!” she exclaims as she walks around to the front. My eyes go wide at the sight of the jet-black stretch limo pulling up to the door.

  “He didn’t,” I mutter.

  “Oh, he did,” Ariel corrects me.

  A slicked up, cleaned up Race steps out the passenger door wearing a button-down black shirt and tight black trousers. He’s still sporting those motorcycle boots he never takes off, but this look… I can get used to. My heart thumps loud in my chest with my stomach going up and down with the beat. I gulp as he opens the door to the restaurant. A warm breeze sweeps through, but I’m all goosebumps.

  “Y-you look…” he stammers, staring at me.

  “No, no… you look…”

  “Here, I’ll help,” Ariel jokes. “You both look like you’ve stepped off a red carpet or something. Now go on, get going! No one wants to spend their anniversary at a diner with these dirty riders!”

  I try to suck back my laugh as I take Race’s hand and walk towards the car. He says nothing until we’re inside and the car’s already taken off.

  “I didn’t know what to do for our anniversary. I was never good at this kind of thing.”

  “Really? Because this and the dress were enough…”

  “No. It’s not enough. It’s never going to be enough for you, Del. The things I want for you and our family… I could never fully tell you how much you mean to me.”

  “Then don’t tell me,” I instruct him, placing my hand on his face. I press my lips against his, taking in his familiar scent and taste. It’s enough to make me go completely mad with want. Need.

  I move closer to him so that I nearly wind up in his lap with my bare legs draped across him. He cups a piece of my firm backside in his hand, massaging and toying with my skin. A few fingers travel under the line of my dress until the hem is pulled up towards my hips.

  “Here?” I ask, already knowing the answer. I could take him anywhere.

  “Here,” he replies firmly, catching my eyes in the dim light of the skyscrapers and office buildings the limo drives by.

  Race’s lips move towards my neck and down towards my clavicle. I hold onto him tightly. My fingers move through his hair as he kisses the tops of my breasts while using his jaw to move down the neckline so that it rolls over my nipples and to my stomach. I can’t help but let out a deep sigh as his tongue travels around the tip of my erect nipple until it’s encased in his warm, wet mouth. My body dips back so that it falls onto the seat. He follows me, his body neatly tumbling on mine. My legs part, letting him in.

  He stops his traveling hand and his roaming mouth to ask, “What’s this? No panties? I thought you were wearing a thong…”

  I smile back. “Not tonight. Is that okay?”

  “Dammit,” he growls out. “That’s more than okay.”

  Race leans back into me, going to work on the rest of my body. I watch as his head moves down the line of my stomach to the naked spaces between my thighs. My body hums and turns warm at the delicious feeling of him pressing his mouth against my skin.

  Enjoying every bit of him and the way he shows his love, I close my eyes and let go.

  THE END

  Sneak Preview of SILAS

  Read on for a sneak preview of my first book, Silas!

  Silas: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance (Death Knells MC)

  Biker. Outlaw. Bad boy. Killer?

  On his deathbed, my MC president made me swear to keep his daughter safe.

  But marrying the girl is a dangerous mistake.

  She’s in my house now – and I can’t keep my hands off of her.

  Which is how she ended up pregnant with my baby.

  JESSA

  Silas has always done what he needed to do to survive.

  But I could never be with a man whose hands are covered in innocent blood.

  It doesn’t matter that he’d do anything to keep me safe.

  I don’t need to be protected – I need to be free.

  Free from pain.

  Free from violence.

  Free from my past.

  But I’m trapped in a contradiction.

  Because the only place I truly feel alive is on the back of Silas’s bike.

  I can’t submit to this life.

  I’ve got a bright future, far away from here.

  At least, that’s what I used to think.

  But now, every time Silas lays his hands on me…

  Every time he takes me to his bed and shows me what my body craves…

  I’m forced to admit:

  I belong to him.

  SILAS

  Jessa tried to run away from the biker world.

  But I jumped into the deep end.

  I’ve done bad things in my time down here.

  Robbed. Hurt. Killed.

  All for the club. For my brothers.

  But my sins have changed me. Marked me.

  I can’t be near a woman anymore.

  Especially not one as pure and innocent as Jessa.

  If she gets too close…

  There’s no telling what I might do to her.

  Which is why this fake marriage is a huge mistake.

  I swore to her father – my dying president – that I’d protect his only daughter.

  But I never expected it to come to this:

  Her walking through my house.

  Sleeping in my bed.

  And – God help us both – having my baby.

  Chapter One

  341 B. 341 B.

  Jessa swallowed a sick knot in her throat as the room number ran through her mind. The hospital had too many damn hallways. She skidded to a stop in front of a plaque with room numbers pointing in opposite directions. The anxiety made it impossible to digest what she was seeing. She pressed a hand to her forehead.

  341 B.

  She hung a left, her legs feeling wooden as she remembered the phone call. One of the motorcycle club brothers. A guy she hadn’t seen in years – telling her she needed to come to the hospital ASAP. Her father had been shot.

  Most times when a brother got shot, it didn’t even warrant a second glance.

  If they had been instructed to call her, the estranged daughter of the Death Knells’ president, then it could only be bad.

  Bad bad bad. 341 Bad.

  The breath whooshed out of her when she finally found the room. Hands shaking, she turned the door handle. She hadn’t seen her father face-to-face in two years. Even then, it had been fleeting and perfunctory. A sort of “let’s try to make this relationship better” meetup that had ultimately led to nothing changing.

  Because how could it? Her father, Stone, was committed to his MC. Jessa’s little brother had died at the helm of it, too, so Jessa never wanted a part of their fake trappings of security and brotherhood.

  Better to just go their separate ways.

  And now look where the MC got you, Dad.

  The door creaked as it swung open. A dimly lit room greeted her. And six Death Knells members turned to look at her.

  The room seemed to shrink under the quiet protectiveness of the club brothers. There was barely a sound as she stepped in, save for the weak beeping of a machine hooked up to her father. His grizzled features looked even more war-torn than she remembered under the dim light of the room.

  He gestured for her to approach, an IV stuck in his hand.

  Jessa looked at the brothers as she headed for the bed. There wasn’t animosity necessarily, but rather a feeling of two species of different worlds acknowledging each other. A rabbit nodding at a dinosaur. A scienti
st stepping into the world of a porn star.

  “Jessa.” Her father’s rasp was weak – almost sounded like a different person entirely. “You came.” The surprise registered in his voice despite the breathing tube. After all, he had good reason to think she might not come.

  But Jessa had debated, then realized, at the end of the day, that she at least needed to see the old man off.

  “What happened?” She slid her hand into his rough outstretched fingers. His familiar warmth brought back tender memories of childhood – the way he used to lead her to her favorite ice cream shop on Sundays, the effortless way he could throw her up, high into the sky, while she shrieked with joy, and the overall sense that her daddy would always be her protector. No matter what life threw their way.

  Except he couldn’t protect your brother. And he couldn’t protect himself. So you had to protect yourself through distance.

  “I don’t think you want to know.” He managed a weak laugh. Jessa was acutely aware of the brick wall of brothers surrounding her and her father. The men were motionless, stoic – always there to do the president’s bidding. “It was tense. We lost a brother.”

  She sniffed. “And now you.” Her gaze traveled over the bandages wrapped around his bicep. He shifted in bed, wincing. “Where were you shot?”

  He let out a rattling sigh. “My gut and my chest.”

  “So why aren’t they just sewing you up?” She glanced around the hospital room. A few pairs of eyes were on her. Who could tell what these guys knew about her, much less what they thought of her? Two she recognized from her childhood; longtime pals and brothers of the club. The rest were strangers; probably recruited sometime in the past six years that she’d distanced herself fully from her father and the club.

  Her baby brother, Jake, had died at age eighteen as a recruit for the Death Knells. It had destroyed her, and their father, too. But the fact that the old man didn’t give up the MC lifestyle immediately hadn’t sat well with her. It just didn’t make sense for him to support the lifestyle that had killed his only son.

  Not that this crowd would be sympathetic.

  “The way the bullet entered…” He paused, wheezing. “I’ve got some internal bleeding. It’s real bad, Gem.”

  He’d always called her his ‘Jessa Gem’ growing up – pretty like a gemstone. She rolled her lips inward, studying the seam of his hospital-issued blanket. She wouldn’t cry here, not in front of all these men she didn’t know.

  Jessa squeezed his hand as she tamped down the emotions threatening to spill out of her. After a few moments of painful silence, she found her voice. Turning to the brothers gathered around them, she said, “Can we have a few minutes?”

  The brothers regarded her in stony silence. Maybe her father had instructed them to be invisible, or maybe this was the byproduct of her truly awful reputation. Stone nodded, flicking his fingers toward the door. She watched as they filed out like a bizarre version of a schoolroom line; these grown boys in their matching uniforms, black leather cuts with the same gnarled bell sewn onto the back.

  The last man out of the room caught her eye – a guy who looked about her age, hair pulled into a bun at the top of his head with a freshly shorn undercut underneath. Bright blue eyes zapped her to attention. The biker Jared Leto. He looked like he was about to say something, but her father held up his hand.

  “It’s fine, Silas. You can go.”

  Silas sent her a disapproving look and then retreated from the room. When it was just the two of them, Jessa arched a brow.

  “They all but barked at me,” she noted.

  “They’re protective.” Her father winced as he shifted on the bed. “They’re good guys.”

  Jessa bit back a snarky response. It wasn’t a good idea to aggravate old wounds, not now. Not when this very well might be the last time she ever spoke to her father.

  But what else was there to say? The truth was so glaringly obvious; he wouldn’t be dying if it weren’t for the MC. However good those guys were, their every waking moment reinforced a sad truth: Jessa’s brother, and soon her father, didn’t value their lives enough to save themselves.

  “I don’t know what to say,” she said feebly, her own voice sounding foreign to her. “I wasn’t prepared for this.”

  “Me neither, Gem.”

  “But how could you let it happen?” Her brows furrowed, emotion bubbling up and over the top. Tamping it down wasn’t working. It would come out one way or another. “You’ve lived your life on the edge for so long. Wasn’t Jake’s death the proof you needed to take a back seat?”

  The sigh that slithered out of her father contained all the exhaustion and annoyance built up over his lifetime. “Gem, I don’t have the words to explain this to you. Not again. Not here.”

  “But… you could have chosen life.” Tears welled in her eyes. She thought she had reconciled the loss of her father years ago – back when she decided to act as though he were already dead. But apparently, she was wrong. “You could have chosen a relationship with me.”

  “Gem, you think I didn’t choose you?” His hand squeezed hers. “I always chose you. You just didn’t see it.”

  “Oh yeah?” She let a sarcastic laugh at the same time tears spilled out of her eyes. She wiped them away hastily. “Sure, looked a lot like choosing the MC.”

  He shook his head, the pulse monitor spiking. “It was never about choosing the MC. I am the MC. Don’t you get that?”

  A heavy silence settled between them while Jessa focused on the bed. Just let it go. These wounds will heal someday. She had to believe it. And she didn’t want to spend the rest of her life lamenting the fact that she fought with her dad on his deathbed.

  “I’ve always loved you, Dad.” She sniffed hard, bringing the back of his hand up to her lips. “You need to know that. I just couldn’t stay close after what happened with Jake. But I’ve always loved you.”

  “I know, baby.” The pulse monitor went back to a normal rate. He mustered a small smile. “You’ve always been my baby girl. My beautiful Gem.”

  Jessa pinched her eyes shut as the tears flowed. There was no holding them back.

  “Daddy, I’m gonna miss you.” Her voice broke as she spoke, and tears were shining in his eyes, too. “I’m gonna make you proud. I’m sorry I wasted our time together.”

  Jessa pressed her head to his chest, and he wrapped a big arm around her. She cried into his chest until she couldn’t cry anymore. When she finally pulled herself off him, he wiped away a few tears from his face.

  “There’s something I need to tell you before I go,” he began. “But before I do, go grab Silas from outside.”

  ***

  Silas had been staring at the hospital room door for what felt like hours. Every second away from his president stretched on like an hour. These final moments were precious, and hell if that bitch daughter of his deserved them.

  A couple brothers spoke quietly down the hall, glancing at their phones. Tiny had gone to grab a round of shitty hospital coffee, while Silas was left wondering if that girl was gonna strangle her dad to say she finally got her revenge.

  The door creaked open, and he straightened. The daughter peeked out, her gaze landing on him. Bright green eyes sent a shiver through him, but he wasn’t sure if it was a shiver that would lead to fucking or slapping. Maybe both, with this girl.

  “You Silas?” Her words landed like a whip on him. He jerked his head into a nod. “Stone wants you.”

  He pushed off the wall and followed her into the room, sizing her up from behind. On looks alone, she was the type of girl he’d hunt down in a bar full of women. Slender and tightly packed, she looked like a biker chick who liked to have a good time. But there was no way he’d ever hunt down Stone’s estranged daughter. He and the rest of the club knew that she’d given a big middle finger to the MC and everything they stood for. Silas couldn’t get down with that, not even for a good lay.

  He shut the door behind him quietly, eyes adjusting to th
e dim scene. Stone wiped at his face as Silas approached. His daughter came around to the other side of the bed, gripping his hand.

  “Now that you’re both here,” Stone spoke slowly, like it was a struggle, “there’s a favor I need.”

  “Anything.” Silas crossed his arms over his chest, glancing at the daughter. Her cold gaze was on her father, a man who had done everything possible for her yet she’d chosen to cut him off. So many of the Death Knells’ brothers didn’t grow up with a dad, and Stone had protected and watched over them like a father. In his book, the daughter should never have been called to come to his side. She didn’t deserve it. She didn’t deserve him.