In the Devils Arms (Devils Arms MC Book 1)

by Michelle Woods

  The Devils Arms

  By: Michelle Woods

  Copyright © 2018 Michelle Woods All Rights Reserved

  Publisher: Woods Publishing & Design Inc.

  Editor: Nancy Bamfs Edits-4-less

  Proof Reader: Lynn Kline Underwood

  Chapter Head line art: Designed by Asmaarzq / Freepik

  All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations in critical reviews and articles. For more information or to request permission contact: woodspublishingdesign@gmail.com

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, groups and incidents are products of author’s imagination or are used in a non-factual manner and are not to be construed as real. Any events, organizations, or persons depicted are entirely coincidental.

  Table of contents

  The Devils Arms

  Table of contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Epilogue

  Sneak peek: Hard Tackle

  Chapter One

  Serenity North picked up the phone she’d been staring at for the last five minutes while she waited on her friend Sandra. She hit the button to light the screen and opened up the contacts before shaking her head and putting it back down. Glancing out the windshield, she stared at the bikes parked near the bar that her friend lived above, lost in her own head. Trying hard not to think about calling. It took about three minutes before she was lifting the phone again and her fingers were scrolling through the contacts, pausing when she got to one before turning the phone off and setting it back in the console. Putting her hands on the steering wheel she held it tightly before forcing herself to release it.

  Her fingers starting to tap on the steering wheel as nervous energy filled her. She wanted to call, but she had promised herself she’d wait another week, but it was damned hard. Shifting in the seat she tried not to open the phone again, but without success. Serenity—Sin—for short couldn’t seem to stop herself from scrolling through those numbers again, feeling almost desperate. She shouldn’t. She knew she shouldn’t give in the need to hear their voices, but damn, it was hard.

  The car door opened suddenly with a loud creak, scaring her half to death. Her body jerked as she turned to see Sandra juggling her keys and purse as she hovered outside the car door. Sin realized that she’d been so focused on the burner phone that she hadn’t noticed her friend walk out of the bar and head to her car. Sandra smiled at her as she climbed into the car grinning.

  Sandra’s blonde hair hung to her waist in long straight waves and her skinny jeans hugged her slender hips. She had on jeans with a red top that accented her d-cup breasts, making Sin a little jealous of her bestie. Sandra really was a gorgeous woman who made Sin feel a little frumpy and flat every time she was with her. It wasn’t that Sin wasn’t decent, she just wasn’t the same level of hot that Sandra was. She’d always been self-conscious about her b-cup breast and freckled skin, not to mention the extra twenty pounds she always seemed to carry around.

  “Are you ready to see the Rock all hot and sexy as he saves everyone? Cause I plan to watch him and get so hot I wear out my vibe when I get home, let me tell you!” Sandra said, breaking her out of her pity-party. Sin couldn’t help but smile. Damn she loved her girl because she had no filter. Whatever was on Sandra’s mind popped right out of her mouth like it was nothing.

  “He is really hot. I love that he’s playing a guy without a leg in this one while he’s being a badass. It just warms my heart as well as melts my panties.” Sin replied with a little laugh.

  “Let’s get this show on the road then cause I’m ready to see some action.” Sin laughed again as Sandra wiggled her eyebrows up and down. Sin lifted the phone and stuffed it back into the glove box before turning back to the wheel and pulling out of the parking lot.

  “Hey, that wasn’t your normal phone, was it?” Sandra asked, confusion in her voice as she asked.

  “Nope, it’s a burner.”

  “Why do you have a burner? Sin, is everything okay?” Sandra asked, her eyes clouded with worry as Sin glanced at her. She didn’t want to answer the question. She knew Sandra well enough to know she’d just drive her insane until she’d told her about it.

  “Remember how I told you that my family was—controlling—but not in a bad way just in a sort of protective way. I use the burner to call them, then toss it because I don’t want them coming to get me and they would if I gave them even half the chance. I was thinking about calling them while I was waiting on you. I miss them, a lot.” Sin let her voice trail off and the sadness that being without her family caused her seemed to weigh her down a little as she drove towards the theater. Sandra was silent for a long moment seeming to absorb Serenity’s answer.

  “Damn, I’m sorry. It must be hard not to call them. I couldn’t imagine not being able to talk to my mom every day.” Sandra said, looking sad as she reached over and squeezed Sin’s arm.

  “Yeah, it’s hard sometimes. But I know how they are and I don’t want to go back. I’m happy here. I like designing the logos I design for the clients I work with and I’m damned good at it. I know they wouldn’t mean to show up and take over, but they just can’t help themselves.” Sin smiled quietly thinking of her screwy family and their overprotectiveness. The job she’d gotten ten months ago at the graphic design firm had made her realize how much she’d neglected her creative side. She was damned good at art and design. She always had been. It was the reason her brother had her design every tattoo he’d ever worn. She smiled thinking about it.

  “I bet. I get it because I wouldn’t want to stop studying to be a nurse practitioner either. Why is your family so set on getting you to come back?” Sandra asked curiously.

  Sin didn’t really open up much about her family, so it was only natural that her friend would be curious. Running a hand through her hair to shake away the slightly melancholy feeling that seemed to cling to her tonight, she looked over to see that Sandra was waiting for an answer, but Sin wasn’t sure she’d give her a truthful one. Honestly her family was hard to explain and she wasn’t about to start spewing out all the things she could think of about them because she wouldn’t betray them like that. They were her family.

  “It’s just their way. They don’t do it to hurt me.” Sin finally said, letting her voice trail off. She was grateful when Sandra changed the subject. They were almost to the theater when Sandra’s phone started playing the theme song from sons of anarchy.

  “Shit. Not tonight, damn it.” Sandra hissed as she dug out her phone and answered.

  “Yeah.”

  Sin watched her friends face fall and her eyes closed as she listened to the masculine voice that Sin could just barely make out. She couldn’t hear what the voice was saying, but she knew it was a man. Sandra started nodding.

  “Who needs help? I see, so it’s Donny?” Si
n’s heart began beating faster. Donny? She knew a Donny. Was it the same one? Was it her cousin? Was he okay?

  “Yeah, ok. You’ll have to give me about forty minutes—no Phoenix, I can’t be there sooner—I wasn’t at home” Sandra let out a long sigh listening before she spoke again. “going to the movies—no not a date. Jeez, just keep him stable, I will be there as soon as I can.” Sandra hung up and looked at me.

  “What’s wrong with Donny? Did he get shot or knifed?” Sin asked before Sandra could even open her mouth to speak. Sandra’s brow furrowed in confusion and she stared at Sin. Meanwhile Sin was freaking out a little because she didn’t know what was going on and if this man was her cousin, she wanted to be sure he was safe.

  “You know Donny? The biker?” Sandra said with surprise.

  “Yes, tall guy with a beard? Blonde?” Sin asked, earning a nod from her friend as she looked on in surprise. “Is he okay?” Sin couldn’t help but demand.

  “I don’t know Phoenix said, it was bad, but the way that man underestimates things I would say if he’s saying that then it’s really, really bad.” Sandra said with a little grimace. Sin wondered who the hell Phoenix was, but she was too worried about Donny being hurt to focus on that.

  “Where are they, I’ll take you to them. I want to be sure he’s alright.”

  “Sin, that’s not a good idea. These guys don’t like for people they don’t know to be around and I was warned not to bring in any strangers.” Sandra said, shaking her head.

  “I’m going. Where are they? I’ll handle the club, and Donny won’t care.” Sin snapped, already idling at the curb ready to turn around.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Just spit it out. I will handle it. Please Sandra, I need to know he’s okay.”

  “Warehouse eight-one-three out by pier six.” Sandra finally said, and relief flooded Sin as she turned around and started heading towards the pier, her foot pushing on the gas a little heavier than was likely safe or legal. She knew she was speeding and with where they were going it was likely a bad idea to possibly attract the attention of the cops, but she didn’t care. She had to be sure that her cousin was ok.

  “Slow down! Fuck.” Sandra said as she took a corner at fifty miles an hour heading towards the parking lot of pier six. Sin pulled the car to a stop and got out, impatiently waiting on her friend to get out too.

  “What the hell Sin?” Her friend asked, looking pissed off as she stood with her hands on her hips and her eyes narrowed. Sin didn’t care, she just wanted to see if her cousin was okay.

  “Let’s just go.” Sin snapped again.

  “You’ve lost your mind, but fine let us get this over with. I really hope you know what you’re doing because these aren’t the type of men you surprise with shit like this when they’re in lockdown mode,” Sandra grumbled as she headed towards the two men standing about ten foot away wearing leather cuts. Sin followed behind her, almost walking into her when she stopped.

  “Who’s this? Phoenix didn’t mention anyone except you coming Sandra.” One of the big guys who stood waiting asked, looking angry. He was wearing a leather prospects cut with the Devils Arms MC logo, which confused her. Had Donny been riding with another club?

  “She’s a friend and she apparently knows Donny and wanted to be sure he’s okay.” Sandra said shrugging.

  “What the fuck? This ain’t a tea party and you shouldn’t have told her anything was wrong to start with. What are you, his town pussy? Cause I can tell you that you have no fucking business being here.” The big lug grunted. Sin’s eyes narrowed and she growled at the stupid fuck.

  “Look asshole, I don’t give a fuck who you think you’re talking to, but I am not and will never be town pussy so go fuck yourself. You aren’t even fully patched, so just shut the fuck up and take us inside. Trust me when I say I’m way above your pay grade and you’d better be nice or you’ll find out quick who you’re really dealing with.” Sin’s hands clenched as she fought the urge to punch the fucker in the face as she walked down the pier to the warehouse without them escorting her.

  “I don’t think you know who you’re talking to little girl, but I don’t have time to sort this shit out so I will let Phoenix handle it and trust me when I say that’s going to suck for you sweetness.” The large redheaded biker muttered, shaking his head as he started walking with the other man who hadn’t spoken.

  “Whatever.” Sin snarled, her anger already boiling over making her almost shake with it. With her hands clenched and her teeth gnashed she followed him and his friend with Sandra at her side. She felt her friend grip her hand making her look at her.

  “What are you doing, Sin? These guys aren’t nice and talking to them that way is going to get you into trouble. I can’t protect you from them.” Sandra looked so worried. Sin squeezed her hand and said in a reassuring voice.

  “It’s fine. I got this.” Sin was feeling confident and sure of that statement until she walked into the warehouse to find that the man who she’d thought was her cousin was in fact not. Whoops. Well shit, maybe coming here had been a bad idea after all.

  “Who the fuck is she?” A tall green-eyed golden god demanded the second they were standing a few feet from the makeshift bed the injured man was on. He was standing between them and the table Donny was lying on. His eyes raked up and then back down her, in that way men had been eyeing women from the dawn of time and Sin noticed that his eyes darkened in appreciation before they hardened into tighten green gemstones. A shiver went down her spine as she felt that look burn into her body like a laser.

  “She knows Donny apparently.” The prospect from outside muttered.

  “I don’t know her.” The man—who was laying on the table sweating with several bullet holes in his shoulder and his leg near his crotch—said. He sat up a little and looked at her with blurry eyes and a frown before he groaned and fell back again passing out completely.

  “Fuck.” The sexy dark-haired man grunted, looking pissed.

  “Yeah, see that was a little misunderstanding, but seeing as we are here and he needs help. So let Sandra and I help your Donny. He looks like he’s at deaths door.” Sin said, trying not to look at the sexy dark-haired golden sun god with green eyes that made her panties want to melt.

  “You aren’t getting near him. Sandra can handle this. You’re going to tell me who the fuck you are and then I will decide whether I kill you or not.” He said grimly. Sin wasn’t too worried that they’d kill her because she could always use her trump card if things got out of hand, so she turned to the sexy green-eyed stranger with a dark glower.

  “Look. Your man is bleeding out and Sandra will need help getting the bullets out and closing the wounds or he will die. Is that what you want?” Sin demanded right in his face.

  She didn’t acknowledge hearing Sandra gasp as she stood up to the scary looking biker. He was big, likely six four or five and his beefy shoulders bulged as he crossed his arms over his chest looking livid that she’d spoken to him that way. She’d bet her last dollar that he was either a lieutenant, a vice, or a president. Sin didn’t care at the moment because she wasn’t joking about his friend, he was slowly bleeding out and everyone in the warehouse knew it. She waited on him to make his choice

  Chapter Two

  “Fine. Help.” He grunted after another five minutes of glaring. She’d held his eyes the whole time daring him to deny her help. Sin moved around the man to the table, her eyes meeting Sandra’s. She looked a little pale and Sin felt bad because she knew her friend didn’t realize that she wasn’t in danger of getting killed, despite his hard words. Nodding reassuringly, she motioned for Sandra to move to the front of the table where his head was. The shoulder looked like it had taken two hits, but Sin was more worried about the wound in his leg. It was really close to his groin and she knew that he had some major arteries down in that area that once nicked would kill him.

  “You got a knife?” She asked him, as Sandra used some scissors that were in the ki
t on the table beside the injured man to cut his shirt off. Her eyes jumping to Sin’s every few minutes as she bit her lip looking scared to death. Sin tried to reassure her with her eyes, trying to relay the message that this wasn’t her first bullet extraction and that she didn’t have to worry that she would get them both killed. Sandra didn’t seem to understand and looked no less frightened when she started prepping the wound in Donny’s shoulder.

  “I am not letting you near my brother with a fucking knife.” The man growled angrily.

  “Fine, then cut his fucking pants off because I need to look at this wound and get the fucking bullet out so we can sew that shit up before your boy bleeds to death. If you want to be a fucking asshole do it some other time. Cut them off. Now.” Sin snarled, her hands jerking on the man’s pants trying to rip the fabric herself. Hard, rough hands jerked hers back, sending a shiver of misplaced desire down her spine before he used his knife to cut away the jeans. He glared at her when he was done, his hard jaw clenched as he watched her with narrowed eyes. Sin couldn’t help but notice the slight stubble along his jaw and she wondered what it would feel like against her inner thighs as he sucked on her pussy. Shit! Where had that thought come from? Oh, right, her neglected libido.

  “Serenity,” Sandra said, her hands shaking as she lifted the long surgical tweezers towards the wound in his right shoulder. Her brown eyes were dark with worry. Sin knew her friend was trying to warn her again not to anger these men. Sin knew that their bark was likely worse than their bite as long as she didn’t betray them in anyway, so she just nodded trying not to let her ridiculous desires for the sex god show.

  She leaned over Donny to grab the second pair of long surgical tweezers that were laid out on the tray near the table. Her hand was reaching as she leaned across and she felt her ass bumping into the dark-haired mans hips. He grunted and moved back slightly, but not before another thrill was sent burning through her veins. Sin was really worried about her strange reaction to this man. His being in her space was already making her feel things she hadn’t felt in a really long time. She could smell his slight woodsy-manly scent mixed with leather, gunpowder, and blood. It shouldn’t have been sexy, but for some reason it was. It made her breath come more quickly and her heart picked up speed as annoyance blasted through her.