BOX SET - CHAOS KINGS: Chaos Kings Motorcycle Club BOOKS 1-4

by Lawless, Linny

  She spun around, showing me a smile from ear to ear, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “I got a job! With Destiny!”

  “That’s great! What’s the job?”

  Fiona turned to walk to her kitchen. “It’s at Club Vibe. It’s a gentlemen’s club. One of Destiny’s cousins runs it. I’ll be dancing with her.” That’s why she averted her eyes when she walked to the kitchen. She knew I wasn’t going to like that idea.

  “I’ll help you find a decent job, darlin’. Other than dancing. I don’t want you dancing anymore.”

  She pulled her fridge door open, searching for something. She shut the door and turned to me. “That’s what I’m good at, Ethan. And I get paid very good money doing it. That’s how I’m able to live on my own.”

  The throbbing pain started up again, pounding against my temples. Her eyes widened as I marched toward her and gripped her forearms. She tried pulling away, so I seized her by the hips. “No, Fiona—I mean, yes—you are a good dancer. But you’re not doing it anymore. I don’t want you alone with men in private rooms. You don’t have to. And you don’t have to worry about living on your own. I found you. And I’m going to take care of you.”

  “You sound like Kyle! You want to control me like I’m a nice, new, shiny motorcycle—or some dirty plaything!”

  Both her words and the pain in my head brought on the sweats. “You’re not dirty, Fiona. And I’m not like Kyle! I give you what you need. Freedom to be who you want to be. Did you not like it when I fucked you on that pool table? Don’t you know that I claimed you as mine right then and there?”

  “I don’t belong to you!” Her eyes were fiery and wide. I slammed my mouth over hers, invading it with my ruthless tongue. She moaned into my mouth, but her hands were pushing on my chest, trying to break away. I leaned back, mesmerized by her pale blue eyes. “Maybe you don’t feel it today, Fiona. Maybe not tomorrow. But you will belong to me.”

  She kept struggling against me. “No! Leave me alone!”

  I looked down at the sound of Trooper’s whine. He was sitting right by my feet, his head tilted. I let her go, and she stepped away. I turned and walked out the door. I wasn’t angry this time, and the pain that pounded in my head moved down to my chest as I climbed on my bike and rode away.

  ‘The moment Ethan walked out of my house, my eyes welled up with tears. I couldn’t stop them, but he made me so angry. At that moment, he made me feel like a thing to him, talking to me like he was going to call the shots in my life! That he owns me and that dancing for men in a private room was dirty and cheap.

  I was hoping he would be happy for me. And even though the weather was getting a bit colder, I wanted him to take me for another ride on his bike that day. But those hopes didn’t end up happening. I hadn’t received any text messages from him all day, and a sinking feeling thumped in my chest for two long days after he’d left.

  I met Destiny at the Vibe on the third day. She brought me into the club’s elaborate office and introduced me to her cousin, Markus. He was a cousin on her father’s side of the family, a very handsome black man, with long dreadlocks and very similar facial features as Destiny, but more masculine. His smile was warm as he took my hand. “It’s a pleasure, Fiona. Destiny has only had good things to say about you. You are a gem.”

  Destiny showed me around the club and the main stage. It was similar in size to the Cheetah with two other smaller circular stages on opposite ends of the club. The place was decorated red, silver and gold, with small tables and beautiful cushioned armchairs. The bar was lit up along the railing with neon pink lighting. The dressing room was basic with tables and mirrors and lockers.

  Destiny was beaming as she showed me around and introduced me to the other dancers and bartenders. “Markus couldn’t wait to meet you after I showed him some pics of you, Fiona. And he pays the dancers and all the staff really well. Of course, you keep every tip you make.”

  “Why have you not worked for him before?”

  “Oh, I did a few years back before I went to the Cheetah. There was as some family drama going on between Markus and my uncle, his dad. Father and son bullshit. Anyway, I wanted to stay out of it for a while, and broaden my horizons, as they say. But now that Tony is selling out to those fucking slave traffickers, I’m never setting foot in the Cheetah again. So, I called Markus up to get the DL on him and his father, and they settled that shit between them. So, I’m back.”

  I was staring at Destiny, but my mind was elsewhere. She waved her hand in front of my face, bringing me back. “You okay, hon? You blanked out on me.”

  “Yes. Well, no.”

  “What’s bothering you, baby? Talk to Destiny.”

  I choked back the tears and swallowed the heavy lump in my throat. “Gunner. I mean, Ethan and me. He tried to dictate to me how I make my living when I told him I got a job here at the Vibe with you. First, he told me he didn’t want me to give private dances anymore, then he said he wants to take care of me—own me. Then I shouted at him to leave me alone.” I tried to keep them at bay, but the tears flowed again.

  “Fiona. Is he good to you?”

  “Yes. He is. He doesn’t judge me. He treats me with admiration. Like I’m equal to him. He touches me the way I like to be touched. And the way he kisses me… It makes me breathless.”

  Destiny grinned. “Then that’s a good thing! Sounds like he’s done more than admire you, baby. Most men just want booty and have a good time. And some are worse and treat you bad. And when I mean bad, I mean shitty bad! Your biker man scared the shit out of limp dick Kyle. That was so fucking hot! I wish I had a man who would pull out a gun on someone for me. That’s not just admiration or obsession, Fiona. That sounds like love to me.”

  Ethan loved me? I never thought a man would ever love me. Want me, or use me, yes. But love me? “But I hurt him when I screamed at him to leave me alone. He hasn’t texted or called me since.”

  She pulled me into her arms and squeezed. “We say things sometimes to hurt others. Love is a fucking scary thing, Fiona.” She pulled back. “Now you call your biker man and make up with him. Because you know, make-up sex is the best kind!” Her smile was contagious. I hugged her back. Destiny wasn’t just stunningly gorgeous. She was wise and the best friend I’d ever had.

  The heavy weight in the pit of my stomach lifted as I left the Vibe and headed home. I wanted to call Ethan, to apologize and tell him that I didn’t mean what I said that day. When I entered my house, Trooper greeted me, wagging his tail and barking a welcome home. “I’ll give Ethan a call, so he can come over and toss that ball for you, sweet boy.” He barked again like he understood what I’d said, making me laugh. But then he suddenly turned and galloped down the hallway to my bedroom.

  “Trooper?” I followed after him. That’s when I heard snarling and barking.

  I stopped dead in my tracks. Kyle appeared from my bedroom, walking toward me, holding a gun, aimed at me. His eyes were bloodshot, but he smiled. “Hello, Fiona.”

  From behind him was a Latino man with jet-black hair. He had Trooper by a wire loop wrapped around his neck, attached to a long restraint bar. Trooper barked and growled relentlessly, but the man gripped both hands on the bar.

  I stepped back a few paces to keep my distance from Kyle, but he kept coming toward me. “How did you get into my house?” He nodded his head to the man behind him. “My friend Marco here knows how to get into bedroom windows.” His eyes pivoted to look over my shoulder. “Where’s your white trash biker boyfriend?”

  Kyle gripped the gun tight, keeping it pointed at me. I began to shake. I felt adrenaline rush through my body and became dizzy with fear. “We broke up, Kyle. I told him to leave me alone.”

  He laughed nervously. “Bullshit!” he barked. “Now I want you to call him now! And tell him to come here. Me and Marco here are going to have a talk with him.”

  I jumped at the hard pounding at my front door. “Fiona! Open the fucking door!” It was Ethan! Trooper kept barking, and Kyle
was on me then, colliding into my back and wrapping his arm around my waist. He pressed the gun to the side of my head and pushed me forward. “Open the door, Fiona.”

  Kyle stepped with me to the door. I unlocked and turned the knob. Ethan’s brows were knitted together in anger as he saw Kyle and the gun. He lifted his hands up. “Let her go, Kyle. It’s me you really want.”

  Kyle pulled me back with him. “Shut the door, asshole.” Ethan’s eyes veered to Trooper as he barked and growled at Marco, thrashing his head back and forth against the wire noose wrapped around his neck.

  “It’s not you that I want, you piece of shit biker trash!” Kyle leaned into me, inhaling against my cheek. “It’s Fiona I want. She belongs to me! And that dog belongs to me!”

  It happened so fast. Ethan’s eyes were full of flaming rage. He snarled and propelled himself toward us. Kyle aimed the gun at him and fired. I screamed as the bullet sliced the side of Ethan’s shoulder. But it didn’t stop him. He charged at Kyle, grabbing his wrist, forcing him to aim the gun up and away. With a loud bang, the gun went off again, that bullet penetrating the ceiling. I bolted out of Kyle’s hold and darted out from under his arm. Ethan slammed his fist into Kyle’s jaw and grabbed him around the waist, lifting and slamming his back against the wall. The side table was shoved, and a lamp crashed onto the floor.

  Marco lost his grip on the restraint bar as Trooper jerked back, snarling. “Fuck!” he cried out as he sprinted out the front door. Trooper darted out the door and ran after Marco, barking, the restraint loop still wrapped around his neck, the bar trailing behind him.

  Ethan and Kyle brawled on the floor, and Kyle pounded a fist into Ethan’s bloody shoulder. Ethan shouted in pain as Kyle punched his shoulder again. He twisted himself away from Ethan, aiming to run out the door, but Ethan was quick and grabbed hold of Kyle’s ankle, tripping him. He fell, crashing, and landed on his chest and the side of his face. Ethan was back on him again, turning him over and pounding his fists into his face.

  Ethan knocked him out cold, but his fists kept pounding against Kyle’s face. I rushed to him, grabbing his bicep. “Ethan! Stop!” He turned his eyes to mine, full of rage. I clung to him and cried.

  Ethan lifted himself off Kyle, pulling me with him, wrapping his arms around me. “Fiona.” He pulled me away from him, his eyes roaming down my body. “You okay? Did he hurt you?”

  I shook my head vigorously. “No. I’m okay.” I leaned back into him, smelling the coppery scent of his blood and gun powder. The right shoulder of his flannel shirt was covered in wet blood. Trooper trotted back into the house, panting and dragging the restraint pole behind him. He sat on his haunches right next to Ethan’s feet.

  Several county deputies were at Fiona’s house five minutes after I dialed. Kyle dropped his gun when I smashed him against the wall, so that was gathered in an evidence bag, along with the bullet that hit my shoulder and lodged in the wall. Paramedics came to work on my shoulder. Luckily, the bullet just nicked it and didn’t damage any muscle or bone. They put me in the back of an ambulance even though I argued against it. Fiona rode with me to the Stayford Hospital where they cleaned and stitched up the wound and looked her over to make sure she had no injuries.

  Ratchet, Sam, Skully, and Tanya came to the hospital, along with Spider. They were relieved that both me and Fiona were okay, as Sam and Tanya huddled around Fiona, comforting her. She was white as a ghost, but her fear subsided because they were all there for us. Her girlfriend Destiny showed up later, crying and holding Fiona. I understood now when Fiona told me about Destiny having no filter as she yelled in the hallway at the hospital, calling Kyle everything from limp dick to motherfucking asshole. Spider didn’t know her, but he stepped up telling her to pipe down and take it down a notch. She did, even though her eyes glared at Spider.

  The hospital released us before sunrise, giving me some meds to fight off any infection from my shoulder wound. Skully and Tanya gave us a ride back to Fiona’s house and Trooper greeting us with lots of excitement. I helped Fiona clean up things that got broken in the house from the scuffle between Kyle and me. Trooper followed us to her bedroom but lay down on the floor at the foot of her bed. We both stripped and climbed into bed together. I held her tight in my arms as her cheek rested on my chest, and she clung tightly to me and began to sob.

  “I blacked out the moment I saw Kyle with that gun, holding you against him. I was going to kill him. I wouldn’t be able to breathe again if something happened to you, Fiona.” Even at that moment, my cock was painfully hard.

  Fiona swiftly climbed on top of me and straddled her soft, warm thighs over my hips. She impaled herself completely with my hard cock and cried out as I became balls deep inside her. “I belong to you, Ethan. Only you.”

  I was just as quick and rolled Fiona underneath me. I growled, thrusting my hips hard, ramming into her even more, possessing her. I felt a sharp pain in my wounded shoulder as her fingers gripped on, and she cried out at my relentless claiming of her body. “Yes. Fiona!” I pulled out and thrust roughly into her again. “You understand now. I own you.”

  * * *

  Fiona was fast asleep after I claimed her mouth and her delicious body over and over for a few hours. I couldn’t help myself. She turned me into a lust-filled animal, only wanting to make her mine. I climbed out of her bed, covering her up with her comforter and kissing her forehead. She didn’t even open her eyes but sighed with a contented smile on her face. I got dressed, telling Trooper to get up on the bed and watch over her.

  I got in my truck and headed over to the clubhouse to meet up with my Chaos brothers. Spider poured me a shot of whiskey when I arrived, throwing down a few with me. I was chomping at the bit to find out all he knew about that other fuck-wad, Marco.

  And Spider never disappointed. “This Marco dipshit. From what I could find out from my friends over at the County Sheriff’s office, he’s got a criminal record. Just the typical shit—drugs, possession of firearms, blah blah. That’s why Kyle was at Fiona’s. He wanted the dog back, and Marco was there to help him. I’ve got a good hunch there’s some illegal dogfighting going on somewhere in this county, brother.”

  The whiskey shots felt good as they warmed my throat and chest going down. I gave Spider a hard pat on his shoulder. “I can always count on you for the intel. Thanks, brother. We’ll find him.”

  * * *

  Marco sat in a wooden chair, his chin slumped to his chest, snoring. All my Chaos brothers contributed to the full bucket of piss that Rocky tossed onto the sleeping fuck. Marco’s eyes opened as he sputtered and spat. He woke up to feel his arms bound behind his back to the chair. He shook his head a few times, then focused his eyes on me as Rocky dropped the empty bucket of piss.

  Marco’s brain finally registered. “What the fuck!” He didn’t recognize Rocky, but he recognized me, and his eyes grew wide. He struggled against the rope that constricted him to the chair.

  We had him in an empty lot behind the Vibe. My Chaos brothers were standing alongside me—Ratchet, Spider, Skully, Magnet, and Wez. Fiona’s friend, Destiny, had done us a favor. She spotted Marco at a local bar a week later. She flirted with him, and slipped something into his drink. And we took it from there.

  I had Trooper tethered to a chain leash attached to his collar. I gripped the leather strap as he pulled it taut. He growled as he bared his teeth, his crystal blue eyes locked on Marco.

  “Fuck!” Marco shouted as I kept a tight hold on the leash. “It was Kyle’s fucking brilliant idea, not mine! Keep that dog away from me!”

  I smiled and gave the leash a bit of slack. “Me and my brothers here want to watch him chew your fuckin’ balls off. But that would be letting you off way too easy. You’ll get what you deserve, motherfucker. It’ll be in court unless your dogfighting business partners get to you first.”

  * * *

  The Chaos Kings turned Marco over to the county sheriff’s department, drenched in Chaos piss. Bail was set for both Kyle and
Marco to stand trial in early spring. Marco was now a marked man by the underground dogfighting syndicate. He was shitting his pants in fear for his life because when he walked out of the county jail, he would be dead within a few weeks. Kyle was royally fucked as well. He could’ve written his own sad country song, about how he lost his wife, his career, and his house in that upscale neighborhood outside of Washington, DC.

  Ethan called me his ol’ lady and spent most of his evenings with Trooper and me at my house. He couldn’t keep his hands off me, ravishing me anytime and anywhere he found the opportunity; in my bed, on the couch, in the shower, and even on my kitchen counter. The chilly fall weather was time spent with the Chaos Kings at their clubhouse too. My friendships with the women of the Chaos Coven grew stronger as they welcomed me with warm and open hearts. It was the first time I finally felt I belonged and didn’t feel judged for what I did for a living. I was glowing with happiness from the inside.

  The more Ethan told me about his tribe, the Chaos Kings, he opened my eyes to his view of the biker subculture. That not all men who ride a motorcycle and wear vests and patches were outlaws. The men in his club respected their women and were protective in a very primitive way. The Chaos Kings supported their community by hosting charity poker runs and volunteered to help with other functions. But the most crucial thing that Ethan showed me is that it’s not a patch that signifies who you are—it’s the things you do and how you treat others and live your own life that signifies the kind of man or woman you are. You get back what you hand out, and that Karma is part of our chaotic world.