Carnage (Hell Hounds MC, #1)

CARNAGE

Hell Hound MC 1

By Susan Hayes

A
fter five centuries of service to the Devil, Carnage must decide if he will renew his contract or retire as the leader of the Hell Hounds. Before his time is up, the Devil has one more assignment for the hellhound shifter: track down a woman named Leta and deliver her to Hell.

Leta Fury should never have been born. Half angel, half demon, and all attitude, she can hold her own against anything the supernatural world can throw at her...until she meets an arrogant bounty hunter named Carnage.

It should have been a simple retrieval mission, but nothing is ever easy when you work for the King of Hell.

CARNAGE

SUSAN HAYES

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All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. It is fiction so facts and events may not be accurate except to the current world the book takes place in.

Copyright © 2016 Susan Hayes

Carnage (Book #1 of Hell Hounds MC Series)

First E-book Publication: October 2016 

Published by: Black Scroll Publications

ISBN: 9781988446073

**Previously released as Hell’s Fury, under a different pen name.

This book has been revised and expanded from the original.

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T
he clubhouse was full tonight, a rare event these days. Carnage had to think hard to remember the last time the entire crew was together. A month at least, probably closer to three or four. Being more or less immortal, the passage of time no longer affected Car and his brothers the way it had back when they were mortal men. These days it was all one unending blur of bloodshed, booze, long stretches of boredom, then battle again. The only thing that made it bearable was the company of his fellow Hell Hounds, and even that comfort was wearing thin these days.

He sat in a quiet corner, watching his comrades brag, roughhouse, and attempt to cheat each other at a game of poker that had been going on for more than six hours. The jukebox was playing “Highway to Hell” for what seemed like the hundredth time today, and Car made a mental note to delete the fucking song from the playlist before he left tonight.

The dingy walls rang with the sounds of laughter, and the aging hardwood floor was decorated with a new layer of boot scuffs and scratches. The furniture was threadbare in places, worn out in others, and the entire clubhouse was as banged-up and motley as the crew who called it home.

“Hey Car, we’re going to head out for drinks at Haven, you coming?”

Ripper’s query pulled Car out of his musings and back to the moment. He briefly considered heading to the local bar with the others, to distract himself with a cold beer and company, but he wasn’t in the mood. He hadn’t been in the mood to do much of anything for weeks, now. He had a decision to make, and his choices were weighing heavy on his mind. “Not tonight.”

Ripper opened his mouth to protest, but Havoc came up behind him and cuffed the youngest member of the crew across the back of his head. “Leave him be, Pup.”

Rip wandered off, rubbing his head and muttering half-heard threats under his breath.

Once they were alone, Havoc raised one dark brow at Car. “You’ve been too fucking quiet lately. Now, you’re not even going to come to the bar with us to share a drink and watch the new succubus show? The boys are starting to wonder what’s up.”

If anyone other than his lieutenant had dared to broach the subject, he would have kicked their ass—no doubt, that was why they had nominated Havoc for the job. “I’ll tell you what’s up. My boot up the ass of the next one to ask me that question. For fuck’s sake, when did you become our den mother?”

“When the leader of our merry band of lunatics decided to sulk his way through the better part of a month. Did your balls drop off or have you been sitting on them so long they’ve gone numb? Maybe that’s why you’re acting like a whiny little girl?”

Car lunged out of his chair and slammed Havoc into the nearest wall; his forearm locked across the bigger man’s throat. “You got a death wish?”

Havoc roared with laughter despite his narrowed airway. “Nice to see you’ve still got your ’nads firmly attached. I was starting to worry.”

“Asshole,” Car snarled. He withdrew his arm from Havoc’s neck and scowled at his oldest friend. “Are we done talking about my feelings now?”

Havoc grinned at him. “Feelings? We were never talking about your fucking feelings. I was talking about your balls. Now I know you still have ’em, I’ve got one thing to say. Whatever’s going on with you, get a handle on it. I don’t want to have to spend eternity watching you mope. It’s pathetic.”

Car ran a hand through his dark blond hair, flipping it back over his shoulders. “I’d hate to ruin your afterlife with my mood, you sensitive pansy. Now get out of my face before I decide to rearrange your features into something slightly less grotesque.”

“I love you, too, man. Want to hug it out?” Havoc opened his arms, and Car slugged him hard in the shoulder.

“Fuck off already.”

“I’m gone. Enjoy your solitary brooding time.” Havoc flipped him the finger and teleported out, leaving Car in peace...for all of five seconds.

A flash of light and the stench of brimstone heralded the arrival of the one being in existence that Carnage couldn’t ignore. The King of Hell was paying him a visit, awesome.
This day just keeps getting better.

Car spun on his heel to face his liege and master. “How many times have I asked you to knock off the brimstone and hellfire crap when you drop by, Luc? The place reeks for days after one of your visits, and the last time you were here, you scorched the floor.”

“I’ll quit the dramatic entrances when you mangy lot start treating me with the respect due my exalted station. I’m your fucking king, not the pizza delivery boy.” Lucifer raked his gaze over the battered collection of furnishings that filled the Hell Hound’s clubhouse, pausing to survey some of the more interesting stains that covered the floor and walls. “I should do you all a favor and burn this place to the ground. I swear Pestilence himself wouldn’t want to touch anything in here.”

“We’re supposed to be a motorcycle club, not a gentleman’s club. It’s all part of the illusion. Or would you rather we just put up a sign that reads ‘Satan’s bounty hunters,’ or maybe, ‘please don’t feed the hellhounds’?”

“Havoc’s right, you’re crankier than usual, which is saying something considering you’re a surly son of a bitch at the best of times. I’ve got just the job to take your mind off whatever it is that has your tail in a twist.” He reached into the breast pocket of his elegantly tailored suit and pulled out a photo. “Fetch, Fido.”

Carnage curbed the urge to growl as he took the picture from the devil’s perfectly manicured fingers. Luc tolerated a lot, but it was never a good idea to push him too far. He had long since learned not to cross the line from arrogant to insubordinate. Satan’s punishments were as legendary as his temper. Both were to be avoided whenever possible.

He glanced down at the photo. “Who is she, what is she, and what did she do?”

“Her name is Leta Fury, and she’s an abomination.”

Car studied the photograph. Black hair, high cheekbones, and eyes as blue as a summer sky. She didn’t look like an abomination. Then again, looks were deceiving. When he wasn’t sporting the whole “horns and cloven hooves” look, the King of Hell appeared to be a young man in his early twenties with jet-black hair, a charming smile and expensive taste in clothes. Only the narrow band of shimmering orange flames that rimmed his cobalt blue eyes gave away his infernal nature.

“What did she do?”

The flames in his eyes grew brighter as Luc pointed to the picture. “Her crime is having been born. What’s the first rule for living in Hell?”

“Don’t piss off the man with the pitchfork,” Car deadpanned.

Luc grinned, but there was nothing warm or fuzzy about his expression. “True. All right then, what’s the second rule?”

Car knew the answer to this one. In a realm with almost no rules, the few they had were absolute. “Don’t fuck anything with wings.”

“And that is why I want her brought to me. By Heaven’s decree, creatures like her are not allowed to exist. Her father was one of mine, and her mother was one of the heavenly host.”

“Who is protecting her?” Car asked as he committed the photo to memory.

“No one. She’s on her own. I only recently learned she existed, and I want her brought to me before Heaven’s enforcers kill her. She might be useful to me.”

“How the fuck has she been evading them all this time? No one escapes their notice for long. They must have been hunting her for years.”

“Do I look like a fucking oracle to you? Is the word Google emblazoned across my forehead? No? Then stop asking me questions and
bring me the girl
!” Luc bellowed, the flames in his eyes glowing brightly.

“I’ll call the others back. We’ll start hunting—”

Satan cut him off with a slashing gesture. “No others. Just you. If I send the whole pack after her, I might as well send up a flare telling the God squad where she is. This one’s all yours.”

Car found himself looking forward to a solo hunt. No one would be on his ass about his attitude, and with any luck, his target would put up enough of a fight to make it fun. “Where is she?”

“She left the charred remains of a vampire nest outside Portland, Oregon, so I suggest you start there. She’s a self-appointed vigilante, and a good one. Spends her time hunting things that go bump in the night. Her little hobby has made her a lot of enemies, so watch your back. Oh, and you’ll need this to track her.” Luc reached into his pocket again and pulled out a scrap of red leather.

He dropped it into Carnage’s hand, and for a brief second, Car almost swore the Devil was grinning. It was an expression that never boded well for anyone.

Her scent rose from the leather and wrapped around him like a living thing, filling his lungs and sending his senses reeling. Car’s heart started pounding, and his cock hardened in seconds, straining against the zipper of his pants. Lust coursed through his veins and the primitive beast that dwelled in the shadows of his soul reared its head and howled, demanding to be set free.

What the fuck?

“Something the matter, Car? You look...disturbed,” Luc asked, his voice as smooth as his expensive silk shirt.

He stuffed the leather scrap into his pocket. “Her scent’s unique, that’s all. I’ve never been exposed to one like it before.”

“And never will again,” Luc agreed with another ghost of a smile. That was all the confirmation Car needed. The son of a bitch was fucking with him. Not that it mattered. Whatever Lucifer was up to, Car would have to deal with it and get the job done anyway. That was the deal he had made centuries ago when he slapped his bloody handprint on a document that bound him to Lucifer’s service for five hundred years. What he got in exchange was a chance to start again when it was all over. Reborn with a clean slate and no memory of who he had been, or what he had done in the name of duty.

In less than two weeks, those five hundred years would be up.

There was no pretending he had been a good man when he was alive. The younger son of a younger son, his blood had been blue enough to buy him a place in the ranks of the king’s army, but that was all. He had fought, pillaged and burned his way across his homeland, a place that didn’t even exist anymore. He’d killed, and died, in the name of God and his king, only to find himself denied entry into Heaven for his sins.

When Lucifer came to him with his offer, he agreed to it readily enough. He had sacrificed one life to the other side and gained nothing. Why not work for the devil the second time around? He was the first to be recruited to the Hell Hounds, and none of the others knew how long he had served before they’d joined the ranks. They didn’t know that he brooded because he was trying to decide what he would do when his contract expired. He had two choices: stay a Hound, or give up everything he had ever been and be reborn into a new life with a clean slate. It was a decision he had been struggling with for over a year.

“When I have her, where do you want her delivered?” Car asked, forcing his thoughts back to the job at hand.

“Bring her to the palace. I want a face-to-face before I make any decisions. If I can’t use her, I’m not going to let her wander off to be recruited by someone else. She’s not the kind of weapon you leave lying around for your enemies to find.” He fixed his gaze on Car. “Don’t fuck this up. There’s more at stake here than your simple mind could possibly comprehend.”