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by Scott Hildreth




  The Complete Devil’s Disciples Series

  Scott Hildreth

  Contents

  The Devil’s Disciples Series Books 1-5

  Baker

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  Prologue

  1. Baker

  2. Andy

  3. Baker

  4. Andy

  5. Baker

  6. Andy

  7. Baker

  8. Andy

  9. Baker

  10. Andy

  11. Baker

  12. Andy

  13. Baker

  14. Andy

  15. Baker

  16. Andy

  17. Baker

  18. Andy

  19. Baker

  20. Andy

  21. Baker

  22. Andy

  23. Baker

  24. Andy

  25. Baker

  26. Andy

  27. Baker

  28. Andy

  29. Baker

  30. Andy

  31. Baker

  32. Andy

  33. Baker

  34. Andy

  35. Baker

  36. Andy

  37. Baker

  38. Andy

  39. Baker

  40. Andy

  41. Baker

  42. Andy

  Epilogue

  Cash

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  Prologue

  43. Kimberly

  44. Cash

  45. Kimberly

  46. Cash

  47. Kimberly

  48. Cash

  49. Kimberly

  50. Cash

  51. Kimberly

  52. Cash

  53. Kimberly

  54. Cash

  55. Kimberly

  56. Cash

  57. Kimberly

  58. Cash

  59. Kimberly

  60. Cash

  61. Kimberly

  62. Cash

  63. Kimberly

  64. Cash

  65. Kimberly

  66. Cash

  67. Kimberly

  68. Cash

  69. Kimberly

  70. Cash

  71. Kimberly

  72. Cash

  73. Kimberly

  74. Cash

  75. Kimberly

  76. Cash

  77. Kimberly

  78. Cash

  79. Kimberly

  80. Cash

  Epilogue

  Ghost

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  Prologue

  81. Abby

  82. Ghost

  83. Abby

  84. Ghost

  85. Abby

  86. Ghost

  87. Abby

  88. Ghost

  89. Abby

  90. Ghost

  91. Abby

  92. Porter

  93. Abby

  94. Ghost

  95. Abby

  96. Ghost

  97. Abby

  98. Ghost

  99. Abby

  100. Porter

  101. Abby

  102. Ghost

  103. Abby

  104. Ghost

  105. Abby

  106. Ghost

  107. Abby

  108. Ghost

  109. Abby

  110. Ghost

  111. Abby

  112. Ghost

  113. Ghost

  114. Ghost

  115. Ghost

  116. Ghost

  117. Ghost

  Epilogue

  Goose

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  Prologue

  118. Goose

  119. Ally

  120. Goose

  121. Ally

  122. Goose

  123. Ally

  124. Goose

  125. Ally

  126. Goose

  127. Ally

  128. Goose

  129. Ally

  130. Goose

  131. Ally

  132. Goose

  133. Ally

  134. Goose

  135. Ally

  136. Goose

  137. Ally

  138. Goose

  139. Abby

  140. Goose

  141. Ally

  142. Goose

  143. Ally

  144. Goose

  145. Ally

  146. Goose

  147. Ally

  148. Goose

  149. Ally

  150. Goose

  151. Ally

  152. Goose

  153. Ally

  154. Goose

  155. Ally

  156. Goose

  157. Ally

  158. Goose

  159. Ally

  160. Goose

  161. Ally

  162. Goose

  Epilogue

  Reno

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  Prologue

  163. Carma

  164. Reno

  165. Carma

  166. Reno

  167. Carma

  168. Reno

  169. Carma

  170. Reno

  171. Carma

  172. Reno

  173. Carma

  174. Reno

  175. Carma

  176. Reno

  177. Carma

  178. Reno

  179. Carma

  180. Reno

  181. Carma

  182. Reno

  183. Carma

  184. Reno

  185. Carma

  186. Reno

  187. Carma

  188. Reno

  189. Carma

  190. Reno

  191. Carma

  192. Reno

  193. Carma

  194. Reno

  195. Carma

  196. Reno

  197. Carma

  198. Reno

  199. Carma

  200. Reno

  201. Carma

  202. Reno

  203. Carma

  204. Reno

  205. Carma

  206. Reno

  Epilogue

  Also by Scott Hildreth

  Tito

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  Prologue

  207. Reggie

  208. Tito

  209. Reggie

  210. Tito

  211. Reggie

  212. Tito

  213. Reggie

  214. Tito

  215. Reggie

  216. Tito

  217. Reggie

  218. Tito

  219. Reggie

  220. Tito

  221. Reggie

  222. Tito

  223. Reggie

  224. Tito

  225. Reggie

  226. Tito

  227. Reggie

  228. Tito

  229. Reggie

  230. Tito

  231. Reggie

  232. Tito

  233. Reggie

  234. Tito

  235. Reggie

  236. Tito

  237. Reggie

  238. Tito

  239. Reggie

  240. Tito

  241. Reggie

  242. Tito

  243. Reggie

  244. Tito

  245. Reggie

  246. Tito

  247. Reggie

  248. Tito

  249. Reggie

  250. Tito

  251. Reggie

  Epilogue

  Also by Scott Hildreth

  Also by Scott Hildreth

  The Devil’s Disciples Series Books 1-6

  Baker

  In a world of “I need it now”, and “is there any way I can get it for less”, striving for perfect
ion is a task that has been cast aside. Few spend the time and effort in hope of achieving perfection, and even fewer obtain it.

  Thank you to J.R. Nocera at Supreme Auto Collision for not only striving to be the best, but for obtaining that goal with a vigor employed by few.

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  This book contains scenes of criminal acts, some that are typical of gangs and motorcycle clubs, and some that aren’t. The fictitious club name, Devil’s Disciples, is in no way tied to the real-life club, Devils Diciples. Different spelling, different club. The acts and actions depicted in the book are fictitious, as are the characters.

  Every sexual partner in the book is over the age of 18. Please, if you intend to read further than this comment, be over the age of 18 to enjoy this novel.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, are coincidental.

  BAKER 3rd Edition Copyright © 2017 by Scott Hildreth

  All rights reserved. In accordance with the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the author or publisher constitute unlawful piracy and theft of the author’s intellectual property. If you would like to use the material from the book (other than for review purposes), prior written permission must be obtained by contacting the author at [email protected]. Thank you for your support of the author’s rights

  Cover model: Justin Forsyth

  Photography by: Justin Forsyth

  Cover design by Jessica www.JessicaHildrethDesigns.com

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  Prologue

  I sat on the barstool with my legs dangling over the edge. Scared to do anything more than sit motionless, I watched him as he paced the floor. The pistol he held was gripped so firmly that his knuckles had gone white.

  “Do you think because of who I am that you’re safe?” He cackled a sinister laugh. “That there’s some code? An oath I’ve taken that’ll prevent me from hurting you? Is that what you’re thinking?”

  It had crossed my mind, but I had no idea how to respond. His tight jaw and fiery eyes warned me that reasoning with him wasn’t a remote possibility.

  I wanted Baker to walk in. To see what was happening. There would be hell to pay, regardless of this asshole’s status. I was sure of it. My eyes drifted to the century-old grandfather clock situated in the adjoining room.

  Shit.

  Baker wouldn’t be home for two hours. My heart fell into the pit of my stomach. It was two hours I doubted the pistol-wielding maniac was willing to give.

  I scanned through the memories of every cop show I’d binge watched on Netflix. I hated admitting it, but I was a hostage. I needed to downplay the situation. To reassure him that hurting me wasn’t in his best interest. We’d develop a faux hostage-captor relationship, and then negotiations could begin.

  Swallowing my fear would be step one. I could talk in circles – and easily buy a few hours of time – if I could get past my dry tongue and the knot in my throat that was choking me from speaking.

  “Hurting me won’t…be…it won’t be necessary,” I stammered. “I’ll comply.” The bitter taste of the inevitable rose in my throat. I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth and swallowed heavily. “I can assure you that you won’t…you won’t have to--”

  “I won’t have to what?” He spat. He waved the barrel of the pistol at me. “To protect me and my brothers, I’ll do whatever I have to, believe me. I can’t risk forfeiting the time we’ve put into this operation.”

  “I have no…I’ve got…I don’t know what you want,” I murmured.

  “You’re going to talk,” he said through his teeth. “Believe me, you’ll talk, or you’ll wish you had.”

  “Just tell me…just tell me what you want to know.” The words got stuck in my throat, and I began to softly cry. I swallowed hard. “I’ll…I’ll do my best.”

  He glared at me. With each swing of the clock’s pendulum, his eyes thinned a little more. “Tell me what you know about the operation. Every word you’ve overheard. What you know, and what you think you know. Everything.”

  I had no idea what he was talking about. “I don’t know anything,” I whispered. “I swear. He doesn’t tell me--”

  He stepped so close I could taste the whiskey on his breath. Then, he raised the pistol and pointed it at my head. “Why are you in here snooping around?”

  I closed my eyes. Obviously, he had no idea how intimate Baker and I had become. I wasn’t snooping around. I’d become a fixture in Baker’s life. Our relationship had evolved from casual sex to one of exclusivity and imminent love.

  I debated with what to tell him. Divulging too much information about my relationship might put Baker at risk. Saying too little wouldn’t justify my presence in his home. I was in a situation where I couldn’t win.

  Protecting Baker was my priority. I decided to lie. I would ad lib my way through it. It was the only way I could shield Baker from the unknown.

  “Answer me,” he hissed. “Or I’ll plaster your brains all over the kitchen.”

  I opened my eyes. “I come by on Sundays and clean up the place. I was getting ready to leave when you walked--”

  “Cleaning girl?” His hand began to shake. “Sundays, huh?”

  I swallowed heavily. “Yeah. Sometimes I cook--”

  “Bullshit. You’re here every fucking day. You sneak in at night. I’ve seen you.” He tilted his head toward the living room. “That night you had the signs. You’re fucking him.” He slipped the tip of his finger against the trigger. “You’re a goddamn liar.”

  “I uhhm--”

  The door behind me opened.

  My head swiveled toward the sound.

  Baker!

  Upon seeing us, Baker stopped in his tracks. His eyes darted around the room and then locked on us. “What in the absolute fuck is going on?” he asked in a demanding tone.

  I kept my eyes fixed on him. I wondered how he was going to save me. Surely, he’d give me a signal.

  Something.

  I felt the barrel of the gun press against the back of my head. “I’ll kill this bitch. I fucking swear. Don’t take another step, Baker.”

  “Her?” Baker raised his hands to the sides of his head. “I don’t give a fuck, kill her. She doesn’t mean anything to me.”

 

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