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  Iris Sweetwater

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  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

  Epilogue

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  The Heart of the Pack

  The Power of the Hybrid

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  Love is War

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  Chapter 1

  Seth

  He slammed the shot glass down on the bar, signaling the fact that he wanted another drink to ease his shitstorm of anger and frustration. Elle, the sexy bartender, winked and hurried her perfect ass over to fulfill his wishes. He was served ahead of all others— a sign of respect for his VP with the Midnight Saints MC. The only one who could be served ahead of him was our Prez, Maxum, also known as The Preacher. But he wasn’t here. I hadn’t seen hide nor hair of him in days. That was the entire reason for my VP’s shitty attitude. How was Maxum supposed to run the club if he had disappeared?

  The bar was full of our men. Their motorcycles lined the parking lot. A few cars and trucks were sprinkled in among the Harleys, but there were only five or six souls brave enough to enter a bar known to be claimed by a motorcycle club as renowned as ours. We tolerated the presence of these brave fools, but just barely. We kept each one monitored, a weapon aimed in their direction at all times, though they were too foolish to notice. One wrong move and they would disappear into the nearby mountains, never to be seen again.

  One of the clubwhores, red hair shimmering in the bar lights, body showcased in cheek baring shorts, a shirt tied beneath her ample, heaving breasts, waggled her ass up to Tony’s barstool. Her intentions were more than evident to me and everyone who cared to look Tony’s way. Planting herself between his spread thighs, she rubbed her size D chest against his while her hands wandered to his already stiff cock. My own jerked as if she’d touched me so intimately. I’d had her before and knew what mind-blowing sex Tony was in for.

  “I hear a little recreation might be in order, Tony, baby. Let me make it all better. Come upstairs, and I’ll suck you dry. Whatever worry is running through your head will slip out through your cock,” I heard her say from across the room.

  Tony’s hands automatically reached for her rounded ass and tugged her closer to the straining cock caught in his tight pants. I knew exactly what he was feeling since my own hardness was straining against my zipper. She obliged his desires by rubbing against his fly. I felt the heat and scented the dampness. Their close proximity was arousing her. Adjusting myself, I tried to stop wanting to take Tony’s place. I needed to get laid.

  His arms wrapped around her neck. Her lips met his, and animalistic tendencies took over. His tongue dug into her mouth, so deep, a lesser whore would have gagged. But this one was used to her mouth being filled with large cocks— including mine. His tongue was nothing in comparison. Ignoring, or rather not caring about their audience, Tony slid a hand into the front of her shorts. He obviously discovered her center to be silky and wet, ready for the taking. She moaned into his mouth, and I felt it in my throbbing cock.

  I imagined shoving two fingers inside her. I could have made her orgasm right there in the bar if I wanted. Hell, I could have unzipped my pants and screwed her brains out, and no one would have stopped me. Tony probably would, and I’d have to find a substitute. Not many of our women were as downright dirty as the redhead, but I’d be willing to teach one.

  An argument at the door called a halt to my sex-crazed imagination.

  I turned to take over for the bar’s bouncer, who was arguing with a young upstart. The first thing I saw was the glimmer of steel in his boot. Nobody was allowed to bring weapons into this bar, except the Midnight Saints. We controlled everything that happened here. The club members’ safety was my job.

  I grasped the front of the kid’s shirt, lifting him off the floor. I reached down and ripped the knife from his boot, cutting through his sock, and drawing a line of blood from his ankle.

  I held the knife beneath his nose and snarled, “Get the fuck out of this bar, and never come back, or I’ll slit your throat with your own knife!”

  I could tell when Tony pulled his fingers from the whore’s sweet, nectar drenched warmth, leaving her on edge, yet unsatisfied. I heard her sharp intake of angry breath as he shoved her away, knowing someone else would take up where he’d left off.

  “You bloody asshole!” she screamed at him.

  I glanced over my shoulder in time to see him stop midstride to wink at her while he licked her juices off his still wet fingers. Then, he forgot her as he rushed to check on the fight at the door. In Maxum’s absence, the club was his to control.

  I still held the young punk by the front of his t-shirt. The younger man’s toes were not touching the ground, and he was clearly terrified. I could smell the fear. With my anger somewhat calmed, I realized I knew that
face. He was a stripper at some club on the outskirts of Blue Ridge. Women, ours included, patronized it when they celebrated engagements, birthdays, and other girly shit.

  “Drop him, Seth,” Tony ordered. “He’s a wannabe. It’s his hope to someday join us, and Kara thinks of him as a pet. Maxum is considering letting him in to appease her. He’ll make an excellent lapdog.”

  As his toes reached the floor once more, Tony growled, “What the hell are you doing here, Casey? You know better than to step a fucking foot in here without an invitation, especially with a damn weapon.”

  He pointed to the large knife I had taken from the kid. “Do you even know how to use that thing?”

  “I’d be glad to prove it,” Casey had the balls to reply.

  I grabbed a handful of Casey’s dark curls and made him howl in pain.

  “Watch your mouth, runt! You’re asking for an ass-kicking,” I shouted into the kid’s startled face.

  Tony motioned to me that the warning was enough and repeated, “Why did you risk coming here?”

  “I have news,” he choked out. “I hear shit sometimes. When I’m giving private sessions or stripping at someone’s house, they don’t stop talking. I’m nobody to these rich bitches or their men. They speak freely like I’m fucking invisible. There’s talk of a coming war. The Shadow Order has changed. There is corruption in its ranks. A new leader was mentioned. The Blue Diablos are riled up. You know they play down and dirty. I thought the Midnight Saints should be told. I couldn’t find The Preacher, so I had no choice except to come here for you.”

  His news added to my growing foreboding. Something bad was brewing, and it wouldn’t be good for the Saints. We were close to floundering without Maxum’s guidance, and that made us easy pickings to all the other motorcycle clubs out there. It was time to take action. Either Maxum would be found, or Tony would be forced to take complete control. He needed to have a serious conversation with Kara, Maxum’s daughter. They were on the outs, but that didn’t mean she didn’t know where he was. In fact, it probably meant she knew exactly where he was and how to fix this. When you didn’t want someone to find you, the best way was to always know what they were up to.

  “Who the hell did you hear all this from?” Tony asked of Casey.

  “I’ve heard rumblings among the other strippers. Some of them have been inside the Blue Diablos’ club. There was some kind of party for their Prez’s old lady. The Prez got off watching it turn into an orgy. He spouted all kinds of things, thinking the guys had their minds on sex, but you know the strippers don’t get that deep into it. They service the women but listen to the men. Maxum’s name was mentioned when they talked about drugs,” Casey explained.

  “We don’t do drug shit,” I argued. “Maxum’s a damn preacher. He’s always believed in helping people. Besides, we stay clean to stay strong. That drug shit fucks up everything.”

  “I know that. It’s why I want to belong to your club instead of the Blue Diablos. Still, tonight some whores came in from the Shadow Order, and they were saying they’d been busy satisfying their sex-crazed new leader and needed a break. They referred to him like a fucking, holier than thou, church leader gone bad. I couldn’t help but think they meant Maxum. I wanted to ask him about it, but I couldn’t find him.”

  I saw the same fury in Tony’s eyes as I felt in my heart. Someone was defaming our Prez or setting him up for a fall. It was possible Maxum had been captured and was being tortured by the rival motorcycle club. Unlike us, the Blue Diablos weren’t against playing dirty to take control of the area. And if there was a problem with the Shadow Order, then anything was possible.

  A small aggravating doubt began to rise in my head. What if the damn rumors were true? What if The Preacher had fucking turned on us? Betrayal was a death sentence, even in our club. Would we have to hunt down our own Prez, skin his ass, and feed him to the dogs? What about Kara? Where would she stand on this? This was going to be a fucking shitstorm.

  “Take Casey back to his strip club,” Tony ordered me. “For his safety, make sure no one sees him with you. If he wants to join us, then he has to continue to be our spy. We need more information, and we’ll have to get it any way we can. I’m not sure all the shit he’s flinging around is true, but beggars can’t be choosers.”

  He turned to Casey and added, “Listen for information on Maxum. Either we find him and save him from the shitters who kidnapped him, or we learn that he’s now the asshole we’re fighting against. I’m afraid there is always some truth in every rumor.”

  The Preacher’s disappearance wasn’t a coincidence. My gut told me that. He had been acting odd lately— snapping at his own club members, buying expensive gifts for the whores, and ignoring the actions of the Shadow Order. Those who ran with the Shadow Order were assassins. They were supposed to control the underground units, but they had gone on a rampage of killing, which Maxum seemed to condone.

  “Come with me, Seth. We’re gonna have a long, interesting talk with Kara. If she won’t tell me what she knows, I may need an enforcer. A few broken fingers should get her going. I wouldn’t want to ruin her lovely face. There’s always the chance she’ll be our boss someday. Pain may toughen her up to play the part,” Tony laughed.

  “I doubt she’ll feel it,” the redhead announced, coming up behind us. “Her body has got to be numb from all them tattoos. I heard the newest ones circle her nipples.”

  Kara was a beautiful blonde who was doing her damnedest to cover every inch of skin with colorful tattoos. The last time I had seen her, she was draped over a Harley wearing only skin, with Maxum calling her a slut and worse. Her arms had covered the only unmarked spots on her body, the shapely breasts the redhead had mentioned, and she was laughing in her father’s face. My mouth watered at the idea of sucking on the bruised, needle-marked nipples. She was the one woman associated with our club who I had never screwed. My cock begged me to fix that problem, but that would never happen. She stayed as far away from us now as she could.

  “Let’s get to it,” I rumbled to wipe the Prez’s prized daughter from my mind.

  My hard, engorged member wasn’t happy about straddling my Harley in place of a woman’s thighs. The moan I caught coming from Tony’s mouth told me he had the same problem. His cock must be doubly aching since he hadn’t gotten to fuck the redhead after getting a taste of her juices.

  My frustration needed an outlet. Conveniently, some fool had parked too close to my ride. I cut the tires of the truck to ribbons and pounded a few dozen dents into his hood with a log I picked up from the woodpile.

  Tony didn’t call me down. I figured he was enjoying the show and wishing he was the one throwing a tantrum. Maybe, by the time we found Kara, I would be able to get answers without causing too much harm. It was all about control.

  Chapter 2

  Reagen

  I stared at the bruises covering my body. Mirrors didn’t lie— I looked like hammered shit. Amazingly, my face was once again untouched. Jacob, the biker who had branded me as his, never hit my face. He knew someone in the club would take offense at how I was treated and fight him. He’d lose. He was excellent at beating women who didn’t fight back, but was chicken when it came to fair fights with men.

  Every club member slapped their ol’ ladies around, but not like Jacob. He took matters too far. The Blue Diablos saved this shit for their worst enemies— broken ribs, bruised kidneys, and bleeding pussies. I needed to get my ass out of this place, but there was little chance of that. There was nowhere to go, and the club would track me down anyway.

  “Bitch, what’s taking you so long?” Jacob yelled from our sweat-soaked bed. “I want another round right this minute! Haven’t you learned your lesson about keeping my cock waiting? Get that sweet ass in here before I decide to use my teeth to rip off those rosy nipples.”

  A lone tear ran down my cheek, but I hurriedly wiped it away. I refused to show my pain, sadness, or fear to that piece of shit. He’d find a way to use it against me
for his own pleasure. He enjoyed causing me pain during sex, and a tear would be an aphrodisiac. I was hoping he was sated enough after this beating to just screw me and call it good.

  “I’m coming, sugar,” I called as sweetly as I could without gagging.

  “You bet you are,” he laughed maniacally.

  Hatred bloomed in my chest as I slowly stumbled my broken body back to the bed. I wished him dead.

  “Suck me like the whore you are,” he ordered. “I don’t want none of that pussy blood on my dick.”

  I obligingly bent over his pulsing member. It stank of sweat and sex from both of us. I must have been taking too long or showed the repulsion on my face because he grabbed my long hair and slammed my head down on his dick. I choked as his thick member rammed into the back of my throat. I couldn’t breathe, and my cracked ribs were protesting the position. I fought the urge to just bite off his cock and be done with it. Instead, I vomited.

  Jacob threw me across the room. I hit the wall and felt my wrist break. The last thing I heard before passing into darkness was Jacob calling me a filthy, whoring, cunt. I vaguely remembered thinking, Whatever, at least I’m free.