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  Table of Contents

  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

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter One

  Carnie

  “You want a beer or something?”

  I looked over at the woman I had never met before. “Uh.”

  She smirked. “I’m Alice, by the way.” Her hair was a deep purple, and she was wearing cutoff shorts and a shirt that had a purple spotted cow on it. It was weird, but it seemed to work for her. She also looked pregnant, but I wasn’t exactly sure. “Cora is making bloodies in the clubhouse if you want one.”

  The girl to my right snickered. “Alice’s goal is to get everyone drunk now that she can’t drink.” She tipped her head to me. “I’m Nikki, by the way.”

  “I’m only twenty.” I was lame. I cringed and closed my eyes. My brain was fried trying to have normal conversation.

  Alice’s jaw dropped. “Get the hell out of here. How in the hell are you twenty?” She looked at Mayra. “She’s a baby.”

  Thankfully, my awkwardness was ignored, but in return, I tried to fight back my annoyance. It wasn’t the first time I had heard that. When did being twenty make me a baby? It wasn’t like I had said I was sixteen or something. “I’ll be twenty-one in two months.”

  Why did I open my mouth? I sounded like a baby trying to prove they weren’t a baby. Ugh.

  Alice turned back to me. “So, you want a virgin bloody or a Coke?”

  “Uh, Coke.” This situation called for something much stronger than a Coke, but obviously, that wasn’t going to happen. At least for another two months.

  “I’ll take a real bloody.” Wendy smirked and rested her elbows on the picnic table. “I’m twenty-two.”

  Alice stood up and held her hand out to Wendy. “I’m gonna need to see some ID.”

  Wendy laughed.

  Alice wiggled her fingers. “Nah, dude. I’m serious. ID or no booze. You could be the fuzz.”

  Mayra dropped her chin to her chest. “Sweet Jesus,” she whispered. “Is this you testing out being the parent?”

  Alice held her hand outstretched while Wendy frantically looked at Mayra. “Damn straight. Wrecker may think he’s going to be the badass bad cop, but he’s got another thing coming.”

  “I feel like I’m back in high school watching my friend get a stranger to buy them booze.” Karmen knocked Alice’s hand down. “Get her a bloody, woman.”

  Alice folded her arms over her chest. “I am not going to contribute to the fall of today’s youth.”

  Wren blinked slowly and shook her head. “Are you drinking the same thing I am?” She lifted up her half empty glass and swirled it around. “Did yours get roofied somehow?”

  Nikki kicked her feet out in front of her. She was sitting in a camping chair by what I assumed was a fire pit, though it looked like little more than a large hole in the ground. “Perhaps we should wait to get these two drunk until after Wrecker and the guys come back.”

  After Wendy and I had jumped out of the car, there was quite the commotion trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

  Two days ago, I had walked past the sliding door that went out to the backyard of my rental when the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I got an eerie feeling in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t see anything outside, but something was not right.

  One day ago, my neighbor, Mrs. Lemon, brought over a package she had found by my mailbox near the road. It was harmless-looking, and I had opened it thinking it must have been something Wendy had ordered.

  I was wrong.

  The small stuffed bear Bobby had bought me at the fair a couple of months ago sat there with his head ripped off. The thing that sent a chill down my spine was the fact that, the last I knew, the stuffed bear was in my closet, buried under a pile of clothes.

  “I still don’t understand why I’m not part of that meeting.” Once I had gone over the story about Bobby and the teddy bear, the guys had disappeared, and Wendy and I were left with the women to hangout.

  Alice grabbed her boobs. “‘Cause you got a pair of these.” She then grabbed her crotch. “And not a set down here.”

  Mayra snickered. “You look so motherly when you do that.”

  Alice flipped her off. “I’m trying, dammit. It’s
gonna take a second for the old Alice to mellow out.”

  Wren hooked her arm through Alice’s. She also looked like she was pregnant. There must be something in the water around here. “Six months is not long enough for you to get your shit straight. I’ll head in with you to get drinks.”

  Alice looked over at her. “Gotta pee?”

  Wren nodded. “Yeah. I’m only four months along, but I feel it every freakin’ time this little apricot moves.”

  “Could you not equate your baby to fruit all of the time?” Cora rolled her eyes. “Swear to God, you’re going to give me a complex about eating food. I’m gonna picture a baby instead of an apricot.”

  “You’ll get it when you have a baby.”

  Cora shook her head. “Hell no, girl. Ain’t no baby taking up room and board here. You guys can repopulate the Fallen Lords.”

  “Who’s populating the Fallen Lords?” Raven strolled over from her car and sat down opposite from me. At least, I assumed she was Raven. Mayra had introduced us to everyone but said Raven had run home to show Clash’s parents their house.

  “Done trying to impress the in-laws?” Alice asked.

  “Yup. They love me. Resting bitch face and all.” Raven reached down in the cooler next to the table. She pulled out a glass bottle and cringed. “Are we really drinking girly drinks?”

  “I’m grabbing bloodies. You want one?” Alice asked. “Virgin or regular?”

  Raven sat back. “Uh, are you saying I don’t need to drink or something? Since when did we start making a virgin bloody?”

  “Well, Wren and I are pregnant, Raven, and,” Alice hitched her thumb toward me, “Carnie is illegal.”

  Raven wrinkled her nose. “Like, you jumped the border? Not sure what the hell that has to do with getting a bloody with vodka.”

  Karmen chuckled. “She’s not legal to drink because she’s only twenty,” she clarified.

  “Leave for twenty minutes and I miss all the details.” Raven finally looked at me. “I’m Raven.”

  I nodded and shook her outstretched hand. “Carnie. Twenty, not illegal in the hopping the border sense, and also, being chased by a psycho.”

  She blew out a raspberry. “You came to the right place, girl. The Fallen Lords seem to collect women with psychos chasing after them.”

  Mayra patted my arm. “For the record, the guys take care of all of the psychos.”

  What I was worried about was, the guys had no idea who the hell Wendy and I were, so why would they help me? I had half expected to be told to get the hell out of there before my feet even touched the ground. I knew nothing about MCs other than what I had seen in Sons of Anarchy. Yes, I was that naïve.

  “Carnie! Wendy!”

  Everyone’s heads snapped in the direction of the clubhouse to see Boink leaning out the front door.

  “Dun, dun, dun,” Alice sang. “You have been called.”

  Mayra jumped up and slipped her arm through mine. “I’ll come with you.”

  Raven scoffed. “You sure they’re going to let you in there?”

  Wendy’s face paled, and she looked up at me. “Maybe we should just take off on our own and figure this out, Carn.”

  Mayra squeezed my arm. “This is the best place for you guys.” She reached for Wendy’s hand. “Trust me.”

  We walked to the front door of the clubhouse, with Wendy and me flanking Mayra, and Boink shook his head. “Just the girls, babe.”

  Mayra tightened her hold on my arm. “I’m not sending these two in to be fed to the lions.”

  Boink rolled his eyes. “You really don’t have a clue right now, babe. I promise nothing is going to happen to them. This is club business right now, and you know Wrecker isn’t going to like you sitting in on it.”

  Mayra scoffed “You know you are just going to tell me what happened when we fall into bed tonight.”

  Oh. Even I knew club business stayed club business. I wanted Mayra to stay with us, but I also didn’t want her to get in trouble on my behalf. “We’ll be fine, Mayra.”

  I already felt bad for bringing this drama to her and Boink. I didn’t need more guilt on my plate if she and Boink argued.

  “I promise nothing bad is going to happen, Mayra. Wrecker and the guys just want to ask them a few questions before we get the ball rolling.”

  Mayra squinted at him but released the hold she had on Wendy and me. “Be nice to them, Boink.”

  Boink pushed open the door and motioned for Wendy and me to come in. “No reason to be mean to them, babe.”

  Mayra stepped back. “If I hear they shed one tear, I’m going to…”

  “You’re gonna what?” Boink laughed. “Don’t worry. They’ll be back out here before you know it, getting drunk with the Captain.”

  I stepped through the door before I could ask who Captain was, and the door swung shut behind me. I instantly regretted not having Mayra come with us as we walked past a pool table, lounge area, and bar.

  Wendy moved next to me and threaded her arm through mine. “We’ll be fine, Carnie,” she whispered.

  God, I hoped she was right.

  *

  Chapter Two

  Freak

  “I thought we were done with the Banachi bullshit.”

  Wrecker glared at Pipe. “I thought so too, but my fucking crystal ball is busted so I can’t really tell the future.”

  “Why didn’t Leo kill this fucker when he went off the rails?” Brinks asked.

  I had the same fucking question. “Or why didn’t we kill him?”

  If Leo wouldn’t take care of it, we should have been the ones to.

  Wrecker leveled his glare on me. “Because Bobby was not our problem to deal with at the time.”

  “Yeah, and now our time has come to deal with him. If he’s watching those two chicks like they claim he is, then you know they led him straight to the clubhouse.” Clash kicked his feet out in front of him. “Thank fuck I’ve got Raven now. I’ll just sit back and watch one of you other fuckers take care of this shit.”

  “You think having an ol’ lady means you don’t have to do shit for the club anymore?” Wrecker thundered.

  Clash quickly sat up and shook his head. “I just meant I know I’m not going to be assigned to keep an eye on these chicks. Anything else, you know we’re all ready to do, Wrecker.”

  As much as I hated to admit it, Clash was right. It was going to be down to me, Brinks, and Slayer. “Tag team.”

  Everyone turned to look at me.

  “Uh, what kind of kinky shit do you have going on inside that head of yours, Freak?” Nickel chuckled.

  Slayer rested his elbows on the table and leaned in. “I’d like to hear more.”

  “I’m not into swordplay,” Brinks added.

  “You’re all three fucking idiots.” Wrecker shook his head. “Swear to Christ, it’s a miracle the clubhouse still stands with you morons hanging around.”

  “I didn’t mean tag team that way.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I just mean that between the three of us, we keep watch of the chicks.”

  Maniac cleared his throat. “They have names.”

  “We take shifts watching them. That way, we’re not constantly stuck with them.”

  “Carnie and Wendy,” Maniac interrupted. “Names. They have them.”

  Wrecker growled. “You’re mighty stuck on their names.”

  Boink walked back into the room before Maniac could reply.

  The two girls were right behind him, each clinging to the other.

  Here we go.

  *

  Carnie

  Boink pointed to the two chairs next to a guy covered in tattoos. “Sit there.” He turned to the guy with a bushy beard and who was sitting at the head of the table. This must be Wrecker. “You owe me if Mayra gives me the cold shoulder later for not letting her in here.”

  Wrecker flicked his hand at Maniac, dismissing him. “You’ll be fine. Though I am surprised you didn’t have the whole Girl Gang walk in here w
ith you.” He turned his gaze on Wendy and me after we sat down. “Ladies.” He nodded, and I swear to God, there was a smirk hidden behind his shaggy beard. He must be the one who belonged to Alice.

  “Uh, hi,” I squeaked.

  Wendy gave a lame little wave, and that about summed up Wendy and me.

  Awkward and shy in front of any guys. Now we were sitting at a table with nine hot men, and I felt my cheeks heat and knew they were bright red. Whew, doggies. It was amazing I was able to get the word hi out.

  “You gave us a quick rundown of what happened before. Was there anything else you needed to add?” Wrecker asked.

  I glanced over at Wendy. I bugged my eyes out and tipped my head slightly toward Wrecker. “Uh, Wendy?”

  Wendy curled her lip. “Bobby was yours,” she hissed.

  “But I didn’t know he was psycho,” I hissed back.

  “I told you he was psycho. Bad juju vibes from him the second I met him. You didn’t want to listen to me. It took Mayra being kidnapped for you to finally get it. This is all your fault.”

  I glared at her. “I was a pawn. If he wouldn’t have used me to get Mayra, then he would have found someone else to use.”

  We had both obviously found our voices and were now entertaining the nine men around us.

  I glanced over at the guy sitting next to me and quickly zipped my lips. I perched on the edge of my seat and rested my hands on the table. “Sorry,” I whispered. Wendy and I looked like two bickering teenagers.

  Wrecker cleared his throat and looked from Wendy to me. “Shit that went down before doesn’t matter.”

  While he may say that, I knew all of these guys thought I was a dumb girl who had fallen for any guy who paid any attention to me. The guy next to me adjusted himself in his chair and kicked my foot.

  “Sorry.”

  The low timber of his voice made me glance over at him again. His hair was a sandy blond, and he had a boy next door face, but his arms and hands were covered in tattoos. From the neck up, he could have been any guy walking down the street back home, but the tattoos pushed him into the sexy biker category somehow.