Notorious Devils MC Complete Collection: BoxSet

by Hayley Faiman

  He’s ten, a little man, and he knows far too much for his age, more than I probably realize. I shake my head. “She’s staying there for a while. Now, I need you to watch over your brother, okay?” I ask.

  Remi narrows his eyes on me, obviously pissed he can’t see his mama. Well too fucking bad, she’s being punished and I’m not quite sure what I’m going to do with her yet.

  “Yeah, whatever,” Remi mumbles.

  “What’s that?” I ask a litter harsher than I’d intended.

  Remi’s eyes meet mine and I’m surprised to see the anger that I do filling them, and aimed toward me nonetheless. “You’re being a dick, Dad. You’ve been a dick. I hope when you get Rosalie back that Mom leaves your worthless ass.”

  I reach out to slap him, but someone’s hand wraps around my wrist to stop me. “Don’t take your anger out on the kid,” Grease’s loud voice booms. “Boys, go on up to me and Aunt Serina’s room. She went to the store and got junk food for you both.”

  Watching, Reid wraps his hand around Remi’s, but Remi glares at me for what seems like an eternity before he turns and runs off with Reid in tow.

  Grease releases my hand and I let it fall to my side. “Get ahold of yourself, Camo,” he murmurs.

  “I am,” I lie.

  He snorts, not believing me, as he shouldn’t. “You still haven’t worked your shit out with your wife, and now your kids are giving you shit for it too. You’re hurting them when you hurt Ivy.”

  “She fucked a prospect,” I growl.

  Grease’s eyes widen and then he chuckles. “You mad at her because she fucked someone else or because you weren’t around to watch it?” he asks.

  Placing my hands on my hips, I tip my head down and look at my boots. He’s not wrong in his line of questioning, and he knows it better than anybody. “We hadn’t even talked, Grease. She fucked him, and I can’t just pretend she didn’t.”

  “Either you want to play, or you don’t. If you would have set up boundaries, like I fucking suggested, it wouldn’t be a problem. She’s my sister, I love her, but I also understand she’s a woman and, brother, you have not been treating her fairly for months. Can you really blame her for straying?”

  “Let’s roll out,” MadDog shouts interrupting our serious conversations.

  Grease claps his hand on my shoulder before I leave, giving it a squeeze. “Think about it, brother. Think about all of it. Don’t worry about the boys. Me and Serina got them. They’ve got snacks and movies to keep them occupied.”

  I lift my chin to Grease and turn away from him, jogging out of the clubhouse to meet the other men in the parking lot before we load on our bikes and get the fuck out of here. I do need to think about it, to think about everything, but first I need to find my baby girl.

  Chapter Fifteen

  CAMO

  We only had to travel about thirty minutes to arrive at our destination. The back alley of this neighborhood is exactly the way it was depicted on Google Maps, which is good.

  We cut the engines of our bikes three houses back, then creep up and park behind the house. The alley and surrounding area are quiet, which can be a good or a bad thing. Hopefully there aren’t any busybody neighbors living around here.

  Blinder lifts his chin and jumps the fence in the back, hugging the fence line as he walks around to the side of the house to stand next to the only back entrance.

  Roach is already placed at the front of the house, as Tinker’s replacement for a lookout, there. Fury is with him, ready to storm through the front door at the right time.

  “Ready?” MadDog asks.

  We all grunt and lift our chins simultaneously. Luckily, there’s a back gate that leads from the yard to the alley for the trash. Soar hops the fence and a few minutes later the gate opens and the rest of us waltz into the Watson’s backyard.

  Quietly we make our way to the back porch, and I lift my chin to Blinder, who is standing guard at the sliding glass door.

  “They’re watching television in the living room,” he murmurs softly.

  MadDog grunts as his only response and slowly opens the sliding glass door, careful not to make a noise.

  As silently as our boots allow, we enter the home, and the couple is where Blinder said they would be. Sitting in their prospective spots, watching something on TV.

  Fury walks up to my side and I lift my chin to him as I slip past him and make my way in front of the couple. The woman reacts to my presence first, letting out a loud blood-curdling scream.

  I’m surprised by their ages. They’re both fairly young, around my own age, but they look beat down by life. The woman’s blonde hair looks greasy and limp, she’s overweight and has a cigarette dangling from her fingertips. The man is overweight as well, although he doesn’t look scared, he looks almost resigned.

  “What did those fuckup kids of mine do now?” he asks.

  Fury coughs from behind them but I don’t look away from the couple in front of me. The man knows his kids are scum, but the woman, she’s terrified which means she either has no clue, or she refuses to see what’s happening around her.

  “Where are they?” MadDog asks, walking around from behind them, his handgun loosely hanging from his fingertips.

  The man sits up a little straighter and I watch as his eyes take in our vests and when he realizes just who we are, something akin to terror crosses over his features.

  “Why are the Notorious Devils looking for my sons?” he asks, his voice trembling with fear.

  I watch as he shifts in his seat. Pulling out my own weapon, I point it directly at him. Then, his pants turn a different color as he fucking pisses himself.

  Turning my nose up in disgust I try not to gag at the fact that a grown fucking man just pissed himself. I should end his life right this fucking minute just to save him from the embarrassment.

  “Your sons kidnapped three Notorious Devils’ daughters. Where the fuck are they?” MadDog barks.

  The woman jumps to her feet before MadDog turns his weapon on her, pointing it directly at her face. “My Benny and Jerry would never do that, you’re a liar,” she shouts.

  MadDog chuckles humorlessly. “Pretty strong words for having a gun pointed at your fat head,” he murmurs.

  “You wouldn’t hurt a woman,” she snorts.

  MadDog grunts. “Bitch I’ve killed women for a lot less than calling me a liar. You think I give a fuck if you’ve got a cunt or a dick between your legs when it comes to the safety of my goddamn daughters? I fucking do not. If you weren’t so fat and ugly I’d whore you out instead of kill you, but I only got one choice. Now where are those pieces of shit you shot outta your fat cunt?” he shouts.

  Mammoth whistles before turning his head to look at the woman’s profile from behind. “If I were you, lady, I’d tell the man where your kids are. They’re in a lot of trouble, taking the president’s daughters and all. I would think you’d want your precious kids found before he loses his patience,” he warns.

  It’s a lie. MadDog doesn’t have patience, especially when it comes to someone fucking with his family.

  “They’ve been staying at his friend Kodie’s house. Benny’s been staying there for weeks,” the father quickly blurts out.

  “I cannot believe you just signed our babies death wish,” the woman hisses.

  The man shakes his head. “Woman, your sons signed all of our deaths when they fucked with the Notorious Devils,” he murmurs.

  “Damn fucking straight,” MadDog states before he pulls his trigger and kills the woman, then aims his gun at the man and pulls the trigger, killing him. “You get a couple of the kids,” MadDog mutters, turning to me.

  “Thanks,” I grunt.

  “You know you could have fucking warned us you were going to blow their brains out,” Mammoth announces.

  Lifting my eyes, I see that both him and Soar are covered in blood, brain, hair and skull matter.

  I can’t help it, I start to laugh. Soar flips me off and I watch him wa
lk away, Mammoth at his back. Then I hear a door open and close and water running. “Call a couple of prospects over to clean this shit up,” Fury mutters.

  I run my hand over my face and turn to MadDog. “Well, I guess one of the other kid’s name is Kodie, and the other’s Jerry.”

  I watch as his lips twitch before he lifts his phone to his ear. He walks away from us and I look around the room. It’s not a well-kept house, in fact, it’s littered with trash. These people were lazy to the core.

  “Might wanna get in here, and have a look,” Mammoth calls out from the hall.

  MadDog’s brows tug together and he storms past me. I quickly follow behind him. He walks into a bedroom and I do the same, stopping as soon as I catch a glance at what is surrounding me.

  It’s hundreds of photographs. They’re all of people I recognize. They’re all of Notorious Devils members and our families. They’ve been watching us for a while, by the looks of things. These aren’t just some stupid punk ass kids, these boys have a fucking plan, and they’ve been planning for months.

  “What the fuck is all of this?” MadDog whispers.

  My eyes catch a picture of Ivy. She’s got her gym clothes on, and she’s walking inside. I take long quick, strides to get close to the photo.

  Tugging it off of the wall I study it. I can tell it was taken a few months ago. She’s still got some of her sexy curves, not quite the trim woman she is now.

  “This was at least two months ago,” I mutter.

  “This one was a while ago too,” Soar says with a picture in his own hand.

  My eyes find MadDog. “We need to find our girls,” I state.

  “Fuck yeah we do.”

  ROSALIE

  I’ve turned my wrists raw, and I know they’re bleeding. They have to be. I can’t get this fucking rope off of them, and my ankles are just as bad.

  Finley has tears running down her cheeks, but I can’t cry, not yet. Tears equal defeat and I’m not giving up. Although, I don’t know what they did to her when they took her in the back room.

  Benny, Riley’s supposed boyfriend won’t let the other guys anywhere near her. Which is good for her, but unfortunately, he didn’t state the same rules applied to Finley or me.

  “You need to get it together, Finny. We have to figure out a way to get out of here,” I whisper.

  Benny has Riley on the sofa and he’s whispering in her ear and kissing her neck but she looks just as terrified as us. Turning back to Finley, I wait for her to speak. Her bottom lip trembles.

  “There’s no way out, Rosalie. We’re tied up. We just have to wait for our dads to find us.”

  “How?” I hiss.

  She shakes her head rapidly. “I don’t know, but for now, we need to focus on trying to stay alive. They held a gun to my head, Rosie. The look in their eyes, they’re high as shit. There’s no reasoning with them.”

  At her words, my bottom lip starts to tremble too. All of my hope vanishes. She’s right. We’re doomed, and we need to shift our focus from running to surviving.

  I close my eyes and I pray. I hope that God or whoever, can hear me. I need help, we need help, and I pray that my daddy finds us. Fast.

  IVY

  I would like to think that no news is good news, and in some cases, that is probably true. In this case, it isn’t, not even close. It’s been hours and I’m still locked up under guard and key in West’s room. I haven’t heard a peep, nothing, about my daughter.

  My sons are… somewhere, and I haven’t seen West since he tossed me in here like yesterday’s garbage. I want my babies, and I want my husband.

  No matter how much he pisses me off right now, I need him, I want my family together. I’m trying to stay strong but I’m weakening. Fuck, I don’t know how much more I can take.

  There’s a rustling outside of my room and then a pounding on the door. Rushing over to it, I unlatch the bolt and am caught staring at Chad and Brian. Well, Chad’s face and Brian’s back because he’s got Tinker in a headlock and his face pushed against the door.

  “Oh my God, you’re okay,” Chad sighs.

  I look from Brian to Chad and give him a shaky smile. “I’m okay,” I whisper.

  “Brian she’s okay, you can let the Neanderthal go, sweetie,” Chad cries out.

  Brian steps back but Tinker swings around and tries to punch him in the face, missing terribly as Brian side-steps him.

  “Tinker, stop,” I cry.

  Tinker growls and looks to me, clearly completely frustrated. “That fuck almost choked me out,” he growls.

  “We thought she was being beaten bloody. We’ve been asking your people where she is for hours,” Chad states.

  “They can come in with me, can’t they? I’m going insane,” I plead.

  Tinker looks from Brian to Chad, and then back to me and tips his head back to look at the ceiling. “If Camo asks, it’s your head, not mine. I’ll fucking deny, deny, deny,” he announces.

  Grabbing Chad’s hand, I tug him inside and Brian quickly follows. Tinker slams and locks the door behind Brian, and I launch myself at my friends.

  “Those girls down there are fucking crazy, they kind of scare me and yet, I’m in awe of them,” Chad whispers against my ear.

  I step back and look at them before I burst out into laughter. “They can be a tiny bit scary, can’t they?”

  Brian’s eyes widen before he turns to Chad. “A tiny bit?”

  “Ivy, they’re terrifying. I love them to pieces. You know I gave all of them a free session at the gym. I want to be part of your pack.” He smiles.

  I laugh again, thankful for these two beautiful men and the timing that they came into my life. “Now, I assume he found out about the sexy prospect?” Brian asks.

  We walk over to the bed and I sink down to lean against it with my ass on the hard floor. “He found out. He said he didn’t know what he wanted to do with me yet,” I whisper. “Have you seen my boys down there?” I ask immediately.

  “Both boys are fine. Your brother came and got them, took them to his room where he said Serina had movies and snacks all set up for them. He’s keeping them away from the crowd, and with family,” Brian explains. I let out a sigh of relief before he goes on. “Your oldest boy, Remi. He gave West a piece of his mind, stood up for you. It was pretty badass.”

  My eyes water as he speaks. I want them here with me, I want to hold them and know they’re safe from whoever these fucking monsters are that took my Rosalie. “For the record, your brother is pissed that West wouldn’t let them come in here with you. Your husband is conflicted.”

  I snort. “That’s an understatement. Honestly?” I ask. They both look at me and wait for me to go on. “He’s been conflicted, for a long time. I’ve chosen to ignore it, and now it’s spiraled out of control,” I admit.

  “Then it’s time you took charge, reined him in, and stopped taking his shit,” Chad states.

  I nod once, my eyes shifting back and forth between these men. I’ve come to care for them so much, and I don’t think that I would have been able to go through half of what I have without them. “I think you’re right.”

  “Fuck yes we are,” Brian states.

  I lean my head against Chad’s shoulder while I take Brian’s hand and on the floor of West’s clubhouse bedroom, I cry and pray. I pray for my baby, and I cry for what she’s suffering right now. I pray that whatever she’s going through that we’ll find a way to heal her.

  I cry for my marriage, but I let out a sigh as I feel a peace wash over me. We’ll work it out. I love him and I know that he loves me.

  This is just a gigantic hurdle, but we’re meant to be, we have been and nothing we’ve done has been easy, but we’ve always come out quite all right.

  Chapter Sixteen

  CAMO

  We wait for the prospects to arrive and when Derek walks through the door, I can’t hold back my growl.

  The fuck.

  He gives me a smirk, that is until MadDog tells them to mo
ve the bodies into the middle of the living room. Then he tells them to search for something they can tamper with that would cause a house fire.

  “Waiting for Hacker to get back with me on this Kodie kid’s info,” MadDog murmurs.

  I’m so focused on watching Derek that I just lift my chin in acknowledgment but don’t look away from him. There’s something about him that I don’t like.

  I don’t know what it is, or maybe I do. Maybe I don’t like the fact that he took advantage of my wife and of me. As a prospect, I could kill him for touching my Old Lady.

  “You gonna let that slide?” MadDog asks.

  I think about his words. “I’m not sure what I’m going to do yet,” I admit.

  Part of me wants to teach him a lesson, the other part of me wants to teach Ivy one. Then there’s that part of me that I’ve been fighting with, the part that wants to see exactly how he touched my wife, and if she liked it.

  “Better figure it out,” MadDog grumbles.

  I turn away from Derek when my phone rings. It’s Tinker and my brows pull together, my heart races as I imagine something is wrong with Ivy. “Hello,” I bark.

  “Just wanted to let you know her two friends ganged up on me to get into your room,” he announces.

  With a chuckle, I imagine Brian and Chad ganging up on Tinker. They probably kicked his ass since I don’t recall the last time he stepped foot in a gym, let alone got any type of exercise that wasn’t fucking some whore.

  “That’s fine,” I murmur.

  This whole thing has lasted longer than I expected, and Ivy is probably a complete mess. I really should let her go to her brother’s room to be with the boys, but I’m being fucking stubborn, and an ass. Not really some new trait, it’s just who I am sometimes, and I know that she’ll forgive me—she always does.

  One of the prospects comes over to us and announces that there’s a gas leak in the house now which makes MadDog chuckle. His phone rings and I watch him answer it, his eyes go from their normal color to almost black with anger. Fuck the man can be truly terrifying.