by E. C. Land
Chains’ Trust
Inferno’s Clutch MC Book One
E.C. Land
Contents
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Acknowledgments
Truth
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
Epilogue
Prologue
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Devil’s Riot MC Series
Horse’s Bride
Thorn’s Revenge
Twister’s Survival
Reclaimed Boxset
Cleo’s Rage
Connors’ Devils
Hades Pain
Badger’s Claim
Burner’s Absolution
Devil’s Riot MC Originals
Stoney’s Property
Owning Victoria
Blaze’s Mark
Dark Lullabies
A Demon’s Bliss
Royal Bastards MC (Elizabeth City Charter)
Cyclone of Chaos
Anthologies
Guns Blazing
Rocked to the Core
Twisted Steel
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Devil’s Riot MC Originals
Taming Coyote
Luna’s Shadow
Choosing Nerd
Carrying Blaze’s Mark
Ranger’s Fury
Neo’s Strength
Dark Lullabies
A Demon’s Soul
A Demon’s Song
Inferno’s Clutch MC
Breaker’s Fuse
Ryder’s Rush
Axel’s Promise
Tiny’s Hope
Fated for Pitch Black
Royal Bastards MC (Elizabeth City Charter)
Spiral of Chaos
Anthologies
Remembering Ryan
The Elites
Twisted Steel: Second Edition
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Chains’ Trust
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are all products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblances to persons, organizations, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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To those who take a chance on living. Don’t let the past keep you from moving forward. The mind is a powerful thing.
You allow it control everything you do your heart will never get a say. Let you heart take the lead every once in a while, and you might just find your mind in agreement.
Acknowledgments
My Family – I’ll always be thankful toward my husband as he continues to show his support in my writing. No matter how annoying I become he lets me ramble on and on with the different things I come up with. Even sends me music when I need encouragement. My kids now are a huge part of this as I show them you can follow your dreams and shoot for the moon if you put your mind to it.
My Betas – Thank you all for being the first to read the stories as they come alive. It means the world to me. Especially when you all start to get mad. That’s when I know I’m doing something right. And in doing so pushing me to keep going with all the different plots that form in my head. I’m thankful to you all for being ready and willing to read and give your input.
My Knox Publishing People – I don’t know what I’d do without you all. Your all wonderful in your own right and I wouldn’t have it any other way. From encouraging me to keep going when I feel like giving up to kicking my ass when it needs it. The best thing I’m grateful for is when you listen to the different plots and scenarios I come up with. As well as the family you all have become to me.
Liz – If not for you, I don’t know if I’d ever be where I am today with my writing. Thank you for always pushing me and encouraging me. Even on my worse day. Your more than just my Publisher/Boss, you’re my best friend. My sister from another mister.
Diane – I couldn’t be more grateful to you. You help me so much with all you take care of and have become one of my good friends. I don’t know what I’d do without you considering all that you do.
Kim and Jackie – Thank you both for agreeing to work with me on all of my books. You both rock and I cannot wait to work with you both for the foreseeable future.
Dear Readers,
Thank you so much for taking the time to read Chains’ Trust. For those of you who have stuck with me since my first series Devil’s Riot MC, thank you. This has been one crazy year so far and it’s only going to get crazier. From the DRMC to the Dark Lullabies series. Then we have the RBMC (Elizabeth City Charter) and now the Inferno’s Clutch MC.
Between all of the series’ I’m working on, you’ll have your hands full when it comes to these men and women as they find their way. Oh and let’s not forget all the new character you’ve yet to meet.
Next up in the series is Breaker’s Fuse. Will he be able to keep his cool when it comes time to or will he explode? Remember you can always reach out to me. You guys rock and I can’t thank you enough for being a part of this ride with me.
Sincerely,
E.C.
Now here’s some good news for you all if you think my Chains and Tiny’s story is over. Think again. They will be back, and the danger will surround them.
Will Tiny be able to hold out hope when things come to light?
Find out this January in Tiny’s Hope.
Playlist
The Spiral – Charlie Finley
Bullet In A Bonfire – Brantley Gilbert
Legendary – Skillet
Everglow – Starset
Hold On and Let Go – Sam Riggs
Someone You Loved – Mitchell Tenpenny
Tears Could Talk – Jelly Roll ft. Bailee Ann
Angel In Disgrace – The Raven Age
I Want Us – The Roads Below
Trigger Warning
This content is intended for mature audiences only. It contains material that may be viewed as offensive to some readers, including graphic language, dangerous and sexual situations, murder, rape, and extreme violence.
Timeline Note:
This book takes place before Blaze’s Mark in the Devil’s Riot MC series.
Truth
Life isn’t fair
It never will be
People may think so
But the truth is it won’t
Everyone has to fight their own war
Only it’s won within
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No one can see it but them
People’s lives are coming to an end
As other’s are being born
Is it fair
That’s not for you to decide
Truth is life never is
Minds go mad
Do we shut them out or not
No one can help when it’s not wanted
There’s pain in everyone
Like weeds growing in the ground
It’s everywhere
Truth is no one is perfect
That’s life and it’s not fair
Just learn to live it the way you want
Because in the end the truth is but a blur
As no one can make it be anything
Unless it’s what they want it to be
Trust the truth is all you need to do
~ E.C. Land
Prologue
Tiny
My life has never been easy, not once from the day I took my first breath. According to my dad, I was good for nothing. Well, besides breeding to the right person. My mom died, at the hands of the man who raised me, for her sins. When I turned sixteen, I ran away. Living on the streets wasn’t easy but I’d made it work. It was better than listening to the crazy that the leader of the cult would talk about.
It took me a while to make my way south. But I’d done it without spreading my legs for random men. I didn’t want to be pimped out.
So, people would wonder how I ended up at the clubhouse of the Devil’s Riot MC. Well I met this girl, I thought she was my friend. Told me to come to the clubhouse let the men have their way with you and you’d have the club’s protection. Figured it can’t be so bad.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a slut. I did what I thought I could handle, but in the end, I didn’t want to be passed around. After giving a couple blow jobs to a couple of the members of the club, I knew I couldn’t hack it and confronted the president of the club, Stoney. He and Tracker understood when I explained to them why I’d come to them. They didn’t turn me away like I’d thought they would.
I’d already been given the nickname of Tiny because of how short I am. Standing at no more than five foot two and weighing no more than a hundred and five pounds. Yeah you could say I’m small.
Stoney and Tracker ended up hiring me to work the bar in the clubhouse. It worked for me because then I didn’t have to leave the clubhouse for anything. My room was here and thanks to the internet I was able to order clothes and whatever else I needed.
When Rachel, Stoney’s ol’ lady came into the picture, her and I hit it off. I started helping her with her twins, Luca and Corrine. Talk about beautiful babies. I realized helping her, what I wanted to do with my life.
I wanted to become a teacher. But you can’t do that without a college degree, and I didn’t even have my high school diploma.
Then everything went to hell the night we were all attacked. Luca and Corrine were kidnapped. Rachel was beaten as well as Momma B. A few others were raped but I ended up getting the brunt of it. For reasons I don’t know.
The guy, Jackal, he’d raped me, taking my virginity and leaving me scarred. Raping me wasn’t enough for him though. No, he’d broken my leg and fractured my skull pretty much leaving me for dead.
It’s a wonder that I’d survived, but in the end I did. However now, I’m scared to be around any of the men. I refuse to leave my room unless it’s to go to the nursery for the twins.
Well that is until Victoria brought the reasons to light for the men. Stoney and Tracker gave me options of new places I could go. In the end, I asked if I could go to the Inferno’s Clutch MC clubhouse. I really thought they’d say no but Stoney merely nodded sadly. I’ll always remember his last words to me.
“You’re family, Tiny. You might have come to us by trying to be one of the other women who come here but you’re not. Don’t let what happened stop you from living. Heal and know you can always come home. That’s what this place is for you. Home,” Stoney said, holding Rachel next to him who simply nodded her head as she smiled at me.
I’d never really had a place I called home and the fact Stoney said that made me want to cry. I wish I could have stayed, but the clubhouse scares me. All the good memories it held for me were tarnished by the evil of one man.
Sitting in the passenger seat of the truck, Shadow is taking me to Victoria’s brother who said he’d take me in.
I only hope this is a good idea and that I can trust Chains.
Chapter One
Chains
“Where are we with that shipment coming in?” I ask my brothers the moment I slam the gavel down on the table.
It’s been a long fuckin’ week and all I want to do right now is finish church up, and have one of the strays suck me off before hitting my bed. Between the garage, the strip club, and the other few businesses we have it’s been a pain in the ass recently. Tyres, Axle, and I had been stuck going through the books of all our businesses instead of getting other things done.
Seems our little accountant has been screwing up big time. I don’t know if it’s because she can’t seem to keep her legs closed for the brothers or if it’s because she’s doing it on purpose. All I care about is she’s fuckin’ with our money and that shit ain’t gonna fly.
“The shipment of girls is supposed to be coming on Thursday. Parker is expected to be there this time,” Tyres says, clenching his fists.
“Good, I know the DRMC wants him. But for now, we need his sorry ass alive,” I growl. I want nothing more than to hang him by his neck in the bayou and leave him to the gators.
“When we have what we want, Parker will die and it won’t be pretty,” Pit seethes from where he’s sitting next to Tyres.
“Damn right, that fucker did enough damage to Vi. He deserves to be eaten alive by the gators. Better yet, dismembered piece by piece until there’s nothing left of him,” Breaker snarls. My cousins are just as protective of my little sister, Victoria, as I am.
Granted she doesn’t need the protection. Vi is more than capable of taking care of herself. Unfortunately, it always comes with a price for her.
Recently her ol’ man, the VP of the Devil’s Riot MC, was shot and the only way for her to cope was by shutting her emotions off. She’d come down here to take out the people who raised her and Parker. I was able to soothe my sister some until Tracker got here. Didn’t help Vi was pregnant and refusing to eat.
I could kill those motherfuckers for that alone. When our parents died, my aunts sold Victoria to none other than the man who’d been the governor of the state. He’s another one I’d love to hang from one of my chains. Too bad no one can find him. Governor Caron was reported missing right after my sister left to go home with her ol’ man and hasn’t been seen since.
“Isn’t that girl supposed to be showing up today?” Fuse asks.
“Yeah, what can you tell us about her?” Vi never asks anything of the club and when she’d called me about letting this woman come here, I’d immediately agreed without thinking about any of the shit we have goin’ on around here.
“Tiny a/k/a Sloane Trinity Collins, twenty-one years old, was born in New York. There’s not much on her except for her mother died and her father is a part of a cult moving along the east coast killing women. She ran away at the age of sixteen. There’s not much else on her until about a year ago when she was admitted to the hospital and nearly died,” Fuse says, sliding a file toward me.
“What put her in the hospital?” Fuse glances over at Pit before meeting my gaze. “She’d been raped and beaten. I don’t know how she survived, considering the woman is no more than the size of a toothpick.”
Opening the file, I’m met with an image of a beautiful woman. Her eyes alone could be mesmerizing. As I read through the report from the hospital, my blood boils at the fact this woman went through hell. According to the document she’d been in a coma for over a month.
“Vi told me Tiny needed a place to go to heal. She doesn’t want us to send
her to one of the safe houses we have or to Ela directly. Fury, do you think Ela would be willing to stay at the clubhouse for a few days until Tiny is settled? We don’t know how she’s gonna react to us,” I say, slamming the file closed.
“Ela will be here,” Fury mutters from where he sits at the other end of the table, next to my Uncle Ryder.
“Good, one last thing. The accountant. She’s either more focused on y’alls dicks than the books or she’s skimming from us. Either way we need to keep an eye on her. Keep your dicks out of her fuckin’ snatch until we know what’s going on. I’d hate to have to call Vi or Ray to come take care of this bitch if we don’t have to.” Lifting the gavel, I slam it on the table and stand up to make my way to the main room.
Scanning the bar area, I spot Dee and Tar standing near the pool tables talking with each other. I may grab them both for a little while. They can appease me together.
