by Simone Elise
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SIMONE ELISE
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ELISE NICHOLLS
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ELISE NICHOLLS
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Copyright © 2019 by Elise Nicholls
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Contents
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Prologue
1. Hudson
2. Hudson
3. Gabriella
4. Gabriella
5. Gabriella
6. Hudson
7. Gabriella
8. Gabriella
9. Hudson
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Blurb by Staci Swenson
And so the Devil whispered to the Angel, come with me ...and the angel takes the Devil’s hand…hoping he’ll never lets her go….
By Elise Nicholls
Prologue
Gabriella
Sometimes you’ve got to walk through fire to get burnt—to only go on and heal from those burns, for those burns to then turn into scars, and from this you learn not to walk through similar situations. But still sometimes you get burnt twice before you truly learn.
When it came to Hudson St James, the burns that I received from our relationship, weren’t surface deep. He cut me to pieces, my heart basically dying, the moment he ended things. I still don’t know how I picked up the pieces. I still don’t know how I moved on. Then again, maybe I didn’t really. Because the only way I knew how to cope, were pills—and the drugs, relieved me from the pain.
Before I know it, I’m in deep into a lifestyle that I once looked down on. My father never gave up on me. Putting me through rehab after each relapse. The relapses got worse, as my addiction battle goes on. Every time I fall that bit further, and push my bodies limit that bit more.
My father had to watch me from afar as I tormented my body with poison and to be honest with myself, I was hoping that one day, I’d give my body the final push over the edge. I didn’t care about the future. I just cared about my next high. Didn’t give two fucks, if I wasn’t breathing after the high wore off.
Then the high would wear off, and I wasn’t dead, so then it was, how would I get another high. An endless deadly circle. I wasn’t living, I was just trying to… hell live wasn’t a word.
I wasn’t living, I was numbing every part of my body. Then it’s one overdose that changed everything. I pushed my heart to the limit, and I had a heart attack. The doctors, surgeons, nurses that night, and the days to follow—didn’t know I was an addict. After all I was using prescription medication, and sometimes not all mine, but there was no track marks or signs of abuse on my blood work.
It’s the fifteenth of December, right before Christmas, that I have a heart attack. And I die.
But lucky for me, I was given another heart. There was a car accident that night, the organ donor gave me a second chance at life.
My father knows the truth, held my hand the whole recovery process. Never sharing or revealing my guilty secret. That I was a pill popper.
I was given a second chance at life. So, I stopped getting prescriptions filled. Insisted on my father coming to every doctor’s appointment, so I didn’t ask for pills.
He came to everyone, and every time we walked out, prescription free, he’d give me this smile—a mind blowing proud grin, and then told me ‘Ain’t no one braver than you, teacup.’ Then we don’t mention it again, till the next doctor’s appointment.
I’m twenty five, and two years sober from pill popping—and my father stills comes to my every doctor’s appointment, because I still don’t trust myself.
I’m known as a hippy now. I turned to alternative ways for everything, for pain, stomach aches, everything. But only brewed potions. I won’t take a vitamin. It reminds me of pills, brings back days I want to forget.
I stopped living, because I didn’t want to feel and now I was living to feel… until… he came back.
1
Hudson
I live life, like I ride my motorcycle—fast, and don’t give two fucking shits about the shit I pass, or the fucking people I leave behind me. You just keep riding, surviving, and hoping that you don’t come off. Cause fuck knows, life tries to throws things at you, hoping that it takes you to the asphalt.
Still even with that attitude. I had regrets. I was human, wasn’t a fucking machine. I had one main regret, but ain’t shit I can do about the past. So I forced myself to be focused on the present. Even though being in her town currently, wasn’t helping.
Being National President meant I didn’t get involved much with charters or the chapters within those charters. Usually stuck to ever Charter apart from the North—because of her.
I pushed the clubhouse door open, scanning the overfilled clubhouse. Women were dancing, the smell of liquor, weed and the odd cigar was thick in the air. The men were laughing, and I knew I’d be doing the same, if I hadn’t rode four fucking hours. My ass hurt, my fingers were numb and I had a headache forming. I cracked my neck, walking for the bar. Needed a drink, and knowing I had a four hour ride back—meant fucking water not beer. Anyway—it was a known fact that I wasn’t welcomed at the mother chapter. Even though they answered to me, and yeah, when it came down to it—I didn’t have to respect Chief’s wishes, nor did I have to really listen to anyone but the Founders Son, that being King.
Even King and I had a very simple understanding, I didn’t have to answer to him and he didn’t expect me to rein in my madness that was my temper.
I tapped the bar, waiting for the prospect.
Then I heard the clubhouse door open again, and I glanced up, freezing—deadly type of still. Fuck I don’t think I breathed for a few moments.
Her hair was free down over her breasts, the dress itself wasn’t eye catching. What was though, was the shape of her body. And the dress did highlight that. She always had a body you’d want to worship. It’s the full bloom smile on her face, that just is a sucker punch to the guts.
“I fucking did it!” The man next to her, who currently had his tattooed hand on her hip, yelled in the club. And the club went silent, someone even turned the music down.
My eyes ran over her ivory skin, which always looked like it glowed against her raven black hair.
She grinning, and everyone is looking at them.
“She said fucking yes!” The man shouted and pushes her hand in the air and I fucking saw it. An engagement ring.
My stomach tightened, shock filled my system. I blinked, staring, as the crowd erupted, shouting congratulations and the happy couple were quickly embraced by the bikers and their women.
I looked at the bottle of water in front of me. She’s engaged. My Gabriella. My Ellie. My reason. Is marrying someone else.
She’s mine. Always would be. Always had been. Even though I had no claim. Even though I walked out the door. She’s still fucking mine.
My shock turned to rage.
I looked back up, and the crowd parted, just slightly and out of complete dumb luck —my eyes land on her seafoam green eyes.
Knew right then. How the fuck did I let her move on? How the
fuck did I let so much time pass? It was meant to be six months, not five years. But the club just always got in the way. As I stared in her eyes, she’d better be praying to God for help, because I’d done everything so far for her, and lord knows what I’d do to get her back. Because I was always coming back, in my head, she knew that. Clearly I was wrong. And she was fucking wrong too if she thought I was letting her go.
Gabriella
“Babe you okay?”
I turned in the kitchen, my heart racing at a speed that wasn’t possible. God. What the fuck was happening. It wasn’t happening, was it? No. He wasn’t here. He can’t be here. I gritted my teeth. He can’t be here, he wasn’t here.
“Babe!”
I jumped, turning to see Maddox. His eyes locked on me, and panic in his eyes. “Is this about us? Are you freaking out about us?” He takes two steps towards me. “It’s about the proposal isn’t it? It wasn’t good enough?” He said that like he hadn’t done over the top. “Fuck I’ll redo it babe, just let me…”
The thing most people didn’t know about Maddox was he had a good heart, and right now, he was panicking thinking I was regretting saying yes to marrying him. I quickly shake my head, and take two steps into him, grabbing his arms and wrapping them around me.
I breathe easy in his arms. I always did. And his firm muscular arms around me, calm me down. I hadn’t seen Hudson here. He wasn’t here.
I feel Maddox kiss the top of my head. One of his hands running down my back. “Calm down sweetie I can feel your shaking. What has you this upset?”
I didn’t have secrets with Maddox. Never had. It was one of the reasons we worked. So I pulled back out of his arms. “I saw Hudson.” And he frowned immediately.
“Come on darling, you know I wouldn’t let him into this town, let alone our clubhouse. He might be National President, but he knows not to come here, unless he has to.” His hand goes to my cheek. “I’m not some grunt member babe. I’m the mother chapter vice president and when I tell someone to stay the fuck out of town. They listen.”
Hudson never came into town, even though he was National President, he basically reigned over the south and east charters, never coming to the north. I’d like to think it is because my father had a good control over the chapters here, being mother chapter president. But the truth was, and I knew it deep down, was that Maddox kept Hudson informed—thus stopping any need for Hudson to come here.
I took a deep breath. “But I swear…” And Maddox arched his eyebrows at me. I quickly shook my head. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t doubt you.”
His lips twitched up. “You want to come back to the party? Fuck you had me panicking when you bolted after I announced it. Most of the boys probably think I lied.”
My small smile dropped. “I’m so sorry Maddox. I should have thought it through. I just panicked…”
“Stop.” He cuts me off. “I don’t give a fuck what people think Ellie. All I care about is that we are okay, and we are okay right?” I could hear his nerves, and even see the nerves in his eyes.
“We are more than okay,” I go up on my toes. “We’re engaged.” And I kissed his lips, which are still till he grins and then kisses me back with dominance. Claiming my mouth like he claimed my soul.
But the image of Hudson, staring into my eyes, was still burnt in my mind. But he wasn’t here, was he? No. Maddox wouldn’t let it happen.
2
Hudson
Rolling up a hundred-dollar bill, then started cutting up the cocaine. It was morning, and I had crashed with some club girl for the night. Then rolled out of bed, got a beer, swallowed most of that and woke the fuck up—then saw the boys taking their morning wake up dose, aka cocaine so I thought why the fuck not. Had a shit ride here, and had another long ass ride ahead of me, once I tell the Chief it’s done.
Couldn’t tell him last night, he was passed out in his study. As for Gabriella, didn’t see her again.
“What the fuck you doing here?”
It was the growl that he used, that made me look up, his eyes on me. Fucking Maddox Steel. Never had a problem with the bastard in fact at some stage could have called him a friend.
I once rode for the mother charter, till Gabriella. Then I left, and rode for the south, worked my way up from there going for the National President Patch. Not nomad, not a table member, I fucking didn’t belong anywhere and that sort of how my life has always been.
My family never wanted me.
The club doesn’t even want me.
I’m that fucked up. So when Mad Maddox is staring at me like he’ll knife me, I couldn’t give a flying fuck.
“I hear congratulations is in order.” I say, with a smirk on my face, but he knows the smirk isn’t friendly. “You really going to be faithful to one pussy for the rest of your life?”
Maddox flipped the table we were sitting at, had me by the collar within seconds. And then slammed me back into a wall. I fucking didn’t believe in not fighting back. So I punched an upper cut into his stomach. He groans, but his grip doesn’t loosen. That man was basically as big as me, he knew how to take a punch.
He kept me gripped by the collar. “You aren’t fucking welcome here Hudson.” He snarled at me. “You fucking know that.”
“Chief wanted me here.” I growl back. “Now if you want to keep your fucking bladder and not be pissing in a bag for the rest of your life, you’ll let fucking go.” And then he feels it my gun pressed into his skin.
Wasn’t one to ever fight clean.
He lets go of me, and the boys are looking at us, as if ready to pull us apart or clean up bits of us.
“Leave.” Maddox looked me dead in the eyes. “Before shit gets out of control. Cause I will kill you if you go near her Hudson.”
I cracked a smirk, because he was serious. He would pull his gun out and shot me blankly in the head, there was a reason he has Vice President on his chest. He also wouldn’t be accountable to anyone for ending my life, he was that far up the food chain. However, I wasn’t someone that you could kill easily. Took three bullets to the chest the night I left Ellie the night it happened.
“I got to see Chief.” I wasn’t backing down. I knew I stood alone, I might wear a cut but I was alone. However Chief had always been somewhat of a father, and I wasn’t going to not report to him—when he had sent me on a personal request. Again I was National President. I didn’t answer to him, however my respect for him out weighed the authority I had over him.
“Someone said my name.” The deep voice caused Maddox and I to look to our sides, and there stood the man that started it all—fucking Chief. Gabriella’s father, the Mother Chapters current President.
“Hudson.” Chief looked me up and down. “You were meant to call not come here.”
Maddox looked directly at me like that proved his point.
“Thought this was better done in person.” I wasn’t backing down on why I was here. “Can we have a word?”
Chief frowned for a second. Probably thinking what the hell had happened that caused me to break orders to come here.
Finally Chief pointed his arm towards his office, and I shouldered Maddox as I past him. To my fucking surprise, Maddox followed, and when he walked into the study after me. My temper snapped.
“Can’t you fuck off!” I snapped at him, and he just shrugged his shoulders going to sit in an armchair.
“Know what you were meant to Hudson. The fact ya here, means you mightn’t have done it. So then it becomes my problem.” Maddox doesn’t back down, or fuck off. Chief looks at me, and I know I’m to drop the issue of him being here.
I pulled out my packet of smokes, lighting on up and then looked at Chief. I’d just pretend Maddox wasn’t here and wasn’t fucking my woman… or fucking going to marry to her.
“The man you want dead, I’d do it, but it will backfire on me and the club.” I looked Chief in the eyes. “You want me to kill the Chief of Police. Doesn’t matter how I do it, the man has security twenty four seven. I
wouldn’t just have to kill him, I’d have to kill them as well. By the time I get to him, the likelihood of them calling for backup is high.”
Chief doesn’t like it and Maddox opened his mouth.
“The men are speaking Maddox, little boys shouldn’t put input into shit they don’t know anything about.” I said directly at him.
“You want me to pull my cock out? I’m more man than you.” Maddox stood up.
“Fuck no point. Wouldn’t be able to see it and women wouldn’t be able to feel.” I crossed my arms, wondering how long Chief would let us keep going.
“I guess I’m big enough for my woman, that’s all that matters. Would invite you to be a groomsmen but we all know you don’t play nice with others, do you Hudson?”
And my fists balled at my side.
“Fucking enough!” Chief stepped in, probably because Maddox said his cock was big enough for Gabriella. Who is Chief’s daughter. “Back to why we are here.” He says sitting down. “Now what the fuck are we going to doing about Bruce, the Chief of police? Can’t let him keep breathing.”
“Why do we want this man dead so badly?” I said, taking my eyes off Maddox and onto Chief. “You got a hit on him, like he has a case against us.”
Chief and Maddox shared a look.
“Maybe if we tell him, he’ll be more determined to think of a solution.” Chief said to Maddox.
“That is counting on Hudson feels something. And we all know Hudson is as cold as a dead mother fucker in the morgue.”
