Capone's Misery (Blazing Outlaws MC, #2)

by Erin Osborne

  Capone’s Misery

  Blazing Outlaws MC

  Book 2

  Erin Osborne

  Copyright 2020© Erin Osborne

  All rights reserved. This book, or any portion thereof, may not be reproduced or used in any manner without the express written permission of the author except for brief quotations used in book reviews.

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Photo: Deposit Photo

  Cover Designer: Erin Osborne

  Formatting: Erin Osborne

  Editors: Full Bloom Editing – Courtney Lynn Rose and Rebecca Ernst Vazquez

  Proofreader: Kim Richards

  Capone’s Misery Blurb

  Hollie Carpenter

  One second.

  That’s all it takes to change everything.

  The result.

  I’m changed, broken, and beaten down. Instead of being carefree and happy, I’m scared of my own shadow. The only time I can sleep is when I’m wrapped in the arms of one man; Capone.

  Can I get past what happened to me and stand on my own again? Am I ready to let someone in again?

  Andy ‘Capone’ Richards

  One betrayal.

  That’s all it takes to change my entire life.

  One decision.

  I choose one life and end up pushing away the one woman I really want.

  Decisions I’ve made come back to haunt me. Hollie, the one woman I want, gets hurt and I don’t know how to fix the mess I’ve made.

  Can I have the two people in my life I really want? Or is Hollie always going to be just out of my reach?

  Dedication

  I would like to dedicate Capone’s Misery to my mom. You have been my rock and a continuous support to me. When I need you, you’re always there no questions asked. And, you support my brother, my children, and myself in our goals and dreams. You’ve never given up on us. I love you to the moon and back! Thank you just doesn’t seem like enough for everything you’ve done for us and continue to do without question.

  Character List

  Officers:

  President: Kyle ‘Satan’ Jones

  V. President: Andy ‘Capone’ Richards

  Treasurer: Colby ‘Tags’ Johnson

  Secretary: Noah ‘Torch’ Steele

  Enforcer: Jesse ‘Grinder’ Williams

  Sergeant At Arms: Danny ‘Gunner’ Jones

  Road Captain: James ‘Pyro’ Steele

  Members:

  Drago

  Taker

  Wrath

  Treyton ‘Venom’ Adams

  Prospects:

  Axel Jones

  Tony Colburne

  Kyler ‘Rock’ Nichols

  Steve Jacobs

  Shane Court

  Ol’ Ladies:

  Raine Carpenter

  Hollie Carpenter

  House Bunnies:

  NeNe

  Rose

  Carly

  Lynn

  Silk

  Toni

  Kelly

  Businesses:

  Gun Running

  Drugs – weed

  Tattoo Parlor – Blazing Ink

  Bar – Outlaw Den

  Strip Club – Blazing Babes

  Table of Contents

  Capone’s Misery

  Copyright 2020© Erin Osborne

  Capone’s Misery Blurb

  Dedication

  Character List

  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  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

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Epilogue

  Capone’s Misery Playlist

  About the Author

  Acknowledgements

  Other Books

  Prologue

  Hollie

  MY DAY STARTED out as any other day— I got up, had breakfast with my sister Raine, and then headed to class at the local community college. I’m going to school to get my degree in accounting. It’s almost an hour drive from home to school, but I like living at home with my sister.

  It’s been just us for so long now, I don’t want to live at the college and experience all the things going on there. If I want to go out, go to a party, have a study group, or anything else, I do it. I don’t need to live on campus to experience all the things I should do there.

  Raine and I talk about everything together. She’s not just my sister, she’s my best friend. If I’m going through anything or something happens, she’s the first person I want to talk to. It’s been that way since the loss of our parents and then our grandmother. No one else in our family counts because they all wrote us off when our parents were killed.

  Today, I’m running late because I was up late studying for a test in my tax class. I abhor the class and wish I didn’t have to take it, but I do because it’s a requirement for my degree. I keep telling my professor there’s no point in the class because by the time we’re done with the semester, all the rules and regulations we’ve spent countless hours learning will be null and void.

  I grab a quick bite to eat with Raine before running out the door to my car. It’s a used car and has definitely seen better days. Raine and I could both use new cars, but we’re holding on tight to our money. The only thing we’ve spent the money we inherited on is my education. Raine put hers on hold so she could be there for me.

  Making my way to class, I begin my long day of tax preparation, accounting, and then finally my English class. I have tests in all three classes today and then I’ll get started on my homework for the next time I have class. It’s nice not to have a lesson or added work after taking tests.

  I’m walking to my car after my last class of the day and then studying before I go home. A small group of us got together so we could study for our tax class. We’re all struggling a little bit and want to do well in the class, so we get together a few times a week to work on homework and study for tests.

  As I’m digging my keys out from my bag, I hear someone walking up behind me. I don’t think anything of it as there’s always someone coming and going from here. Continuing on my way, I finally wrap my fingers around my keys as I’m slammed into from behind.

  My head bounces off the side of my car and I’m pressed against the door. The smell of body odor, leather, and smoke invades my senses. Hands grope me and shove me further into the hard me
tal of my car. Bile fills my mouth as the reality of my situation sinks in. No one I was just studying with has to come out here because they all live on campus.

  “Help!” I scream out, beginning to squirm against my captor.

  “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he yells. “You bring anyone out here from your yelling and I’ll gut you right here.”

  Instantly, I shut my mouth and begin to fight to free myself from him. Before I can get him to release my body, there’s a screeching of tires from behind me. A bag or something is pulled roughly over my head and I’m shoved into some sort of vehicle. Landing on the hard metal of the floor, I hold in the scream that wants to erupt.

  I can hear multiple men talking and laughing along with a whimper from someone else close to me. I’m trying to figure out some way to get out of here, but at least one of the men I’m hearing is in the back with us. And it’s not like I can see if there’s a handle on the door back here.

  Terror begins to fill me as I realize there’s no way out of this mess I find myself in. I’m not sure why I’ve been taken, who has me, or why they want me. Am I going to be sold to someone else? Will I be raped? What is going to happen to me and any other woman these men have?

  Questions run through my mind as I continue to think of how I can get out. If there’s a way, I’ll be making an escape as soon as humanly possible. Then Raine comes to my mind. She’s going to be so scared. I know my sister— she’ll never give up searching for me.

  A new level of fear fills me as I realize Raine could find herself right next to me. She’s stubborn and I know she’ll never stop looking until she finds me. Even if it’s just my body. If these men see her, they’ll take her too. The first tears slip from my eyes. I want to scream, yell, hit, and lash out in any way possible to get these men to drop me off somewhere.

  I’m not sure how long we’ve been riding in the back of this vehicle when we come to a stop. I can hear a door being rolled up and then we’re moving again. Whatever was placed on my head is ripped off and I blink my eyes several times to take in my surroundings.

  We’re in a warehouse of some sort. As the side door of the van opens, I see several dog cages lining a large area. There’s already women and girls in the cages. I almost vomit with the sight of them. They’re dirty, greasy, skin and bones, and all filled with defeat as they look at me. Each woman or young girl is naked and collars circle their necks. Dog bowls line the floor in front of the cages with water and something I think is supposed to resemble food. This is revolting!

  Two other women are thrown from the van with me. We’re stripped down to nothing and collars are latched around our necks like the others. I’m so afraid, I can’t even fight back or scream out as the men stare, run their hands over our bodies, and talk amongst themselves about what they’re going to do to ‘break us in’.

  The two women standing with me are shaking as bad as I am. Their eyes dart around the room, looking for a way to escape. There isn’t one. Along with the men standing right next to us, there are men placed strategically throughout the warehouse. If there’s a door or window, a man is there. Two men are walking up and down a metal walkway above us. Every single man is carrying a gun and keeps it at the ready. If one of us try to escape, we’ll be shot immediately.

  Another man appears before us. He looks each of us over several times before grabbing onto my arm. Dragging me from the room, I’m led into a smaller room to the side. There’s a table in the middle with restraints placed at the ends of it. One wall holds all sorts of different apparatuses used in torture. Blood stains the floor as I look down while walking forward. This is definitely not going to end well.

  I’m shoved to the table and immediately strapped down. Before I can blink, a needle is jabbed into my neck. I’m not sure what’s being injected into my body, but it makes it impossible to move or open my mouth to scream. My world begins to fade away as the man who dragged me in here begins to undress.

  After that, each and every single day bleeds into one another. I’m not sure how long I’ve been here or what all’s been done to me. I’m covered in cuts, bruises, blood, and other fluids I don’t want to think about. Something is injected into me daily. I don’t speak to anyone else. When I’m in the cage, my thoughts are of two things— Raine and dying.

  I want her to live a long and happy life filled with her dreams coming true, a man who loves her more than anything else in the world, kids she dotes on, and the life she was meant to live.

  Even if I manage to get out of this shithole, I’ll never be the same girl I was. I’ve been beaten, tortured, raped, filled with drugs, and who knows what else. I’m broken beyond belief and I don’t know how I’ll ever come back from this nightmare. With help from professionals, I may live a life, but I won’t be carefree and feisty like I once was. Before this nightmare began.

  I’ve been hearing the guys talk about an auction coming up. I know without them saying a word to us that we’re the ones being sold. Our worst fears are becoming a reality with the knowledge we’ll be moved from one hell to another. If someone’s going to buy us, then we’re not going anywhere nice. So, we’ll be shipped off to the highest bidder and sent to another hell.

  It makes sense with them wanting to break each one of us down and fill us with whatever drugs they’re pumping us full of. I haven’t been coherent for long periods of time, but I try to take in as many details as possible when I’m awake and not fucked up from the drugs. There’s not much to take in though. The warehouse is bland with no distinct markings to let me know where we are.

  I’m lying in the cage again after being beaten earlier. The drugs are wearing off and I’m waking up to the pain from the abuse I’ve suffered again. Suddenly, the door is kicked open and men come rushing in. Gunfire erupts and the men go down one by one. Hope floods me, but honestly, I don’t know if we’ll be better off with these men.

  They look mean, worse than the guys we’ve been held by. And they’re carrying guns just like the men we’re used to being surrounded by. Yes, they’re taking down the men who have kidnapped us, but we may be trading one evil for another. Only time will tell.

  I tamp down the hope that threatens to consume me. I want to see Raine and let her know I’m still alive, but I don’t want her to see me like this. I’m covered in bruises, lacerations, burn marks, and dried blood. I haven’t been able to shower, I’ve barely had any water or food, and I’m a complete mess. I don’t need to look in a mirror to know I’m destroyed inside and out.

  One man captures my attention. He’s full of rage, but there’s a gentleness to his eyes. He’s making his way toward the cages and I can see the disgust reflected back at me when he sees how we’ve been forced to live. If you can call it living.

  Once all the men are taken down, our rescuers begin to open the cages. There’s talk about bringing vans over to get us out of here. For the first time since I was taken, I let the hope flair to life. Even if we go somewhere equally as horrible as here, hopefully we won’t be sold off.

  The men separate us based on how bad we’re hurt. As the doors shut behind us, panic threatens to overtake me. I’m in the back of another van with men I don’t know. Not to mention I have no clue where we’re going or what we’re walking into. Before the vans leave, the back door opens and the man who captured my attention gets in. He sits by the door and my panic recedes.

  Whatever life has in store for us now, I have a feeling things will be looking up.

  Chapter One

  Capone

  I’VE BEEN A member of the Blazing Outlaws MC since I was eighteen years old. I’m now thirty-one years old and the Vice President. The club is my life and I’ll do anything for the members of the club, my brothers.

  My life consists of running the strip club, Blazing Babes, going on runs when Satan can’t, and using the house bunnies for relief. House bunnies are part of the club in a way. They know their place— they’re here to fuck us whenever we want and clean, cook, and provide pleasure to the men, o
r any visiting clubs we may have over. I get all the free pussy I want with no strings attached, just what I’ve always wanted.

  Well, it’s what I thought I wanted. I don’t know if it’s because I’m getting older or because I’ve been watching Satan settling down with Raine. Hell, it could be because Hollie is working her way into my life and she doesn’t realize it.

  While a huge part of me wants to settle down and love someone, have them love me in return, there’s a part of me that doesn’t want to settle down. The life I lead isn’t always law abiding and I know we have dangerous enemies out there because of our business dealings and people wanting our territory. I don’t want to make someone my ol’ lady and then have that person ripped from me because of that decision just because a rival uses the women in our lives as targets to get us to bend to their will. It’s a fine line I’m walking because I want one thing but don’t want it at the same time.

  Lately, I look at Hollie and I want more. I want her as my ol’ lady, my wife, the mother of my children, and to be by my side for the rest of our lives. Instead of wanting to live at the clubhouse, I want my own home with Hollie. A place we can call our own. I want to be tied down to someone and know they’re mine as much as I’m theirs.

  Hollie is one of the girls we rescued from being sold at auction to the highest bidder. I’ve spent every spare second with her. Nights are the worst for her. She can’t stop the nightmares from plaguing her. She only calms down when I climb in bed and wrap my arms around her.

  Over the last several months, she’s gotten stronger every day, but she’s not remotely close to being ready for a relationship. Especially not a sexual relationship. Hollie may never be ready for a sexual relationship again because of what’s been done to her. I’m the only one who knows exactly what happened in that warehouse and I want to bring the bastards back to life and kill them again.

  Raine, Hollie’s sister, got her started in counseling, got her medicine to help her sleep, and whatever else she needed to help her begin to heal from the terrible ordeal she went through. She started going to counseling several times a week and is now down to going just one day a week. Hollie’s never taken the medicine to help her sleep because she doesn’t want to stay sleeping if something were to happen.