The MC Sinners Series 2 - Heaven's sinners
Heaven's Sinners
The MC Sinners Series
by Bella Jewel
Published by Bella Jewel, 2013.
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Copyright © 2013 Bella Jewel
Heaven’s Sinners is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events portrayed in this book either are from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, establishments, events, or location is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Please do not take offence to the content, as it is FICTION.
There are so many people I would like to thank, it’s quite possible I could take up two pages with it. The support I have received with writing these books, has been utterly mind blowing. I’ve had so many kind people offering to help, from blogs, to fans, to people I don’t even know. You’re all amazing, each and every one of you. Now, to the personal thanks.
To Lola Stark – my snatch grabber. She’s my budgie eating, whale toe, crazy friend who kept me smiling throughout this book. Without her, and her hilarious voxer messages, I think I would have given up many times. You’re my crazy bitch until the end of time snatch grab, and you know it!
To Sali Benbow-Powers – my crazy, enthusiastic reader. Your notes kept me going, you ripped a smile out of me every time, without a doubt. Your personality is like a breath of fresh air, as I’ve told you before. You’re the kind of girl people go to when they’re feeling down, because you’re bound to make them smile! You know you rocked my book, so you know, I’ll rock you back!
To Lauren Mckellar, for editing this book for me. You took the time out, chatted with me the entire way, and were so sweet about it. You’re utterly amazing, and I feel so lucky to have snatched you up. No doubt there are many out there who would like to grab you and keep you. But they can’t, you’re mine, Muahahahaha!!
To Ari from Coverit Designs. Girl, you rock my covers. Seriously, you’re the best cover artist ever. You just get an idea, and you make it amazing. Without you, this book wouldn’t look pretty, which means no one would buy it, so girl, you get half the damn credit!! I love your work!
To Love Between The Sheets for an AMAZING cover reveal tour, blog tour and all the other tours you took the time out to help me with. You ladies got my name out there, you helped me grow and expand. I can’t wait to do a blog tour with you, your energy is addictive!
To Totally Booked, for giving me a chance. You ladies were so friendly, warm and inviting. You shared my teasers and gave me one hell of a goodreads TBR list! Thanks to you, half of Facebook is now sure to know my name. Rock on and keep doing what you do best!
To Wendy Bragg Yoder for reading my book, and going through and picking out all those tiny things we missed. You are amazing, and seriously you fix everything. I adore you. Thank you.
And of course to all my fans – You know without all of you, this wouldn’t be possible. So to each and every one of you reading this right now, THANK YOU!! Keep doin’ what you do best, and that’s reading!!
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PAST - SPIKE
R
ed.
Most people love the color red - it’s sexy, alluring, and beautiful. A woman in red can take your breath away, and make your entire world stop. A red car makes your blood start pumping and adrenalin course through your veins. A red rose, indicates love and commitment. Red lips can steal your heart. Red, in the big scheme of things, indicates pure beauty. Until you see it in its darkest form.
Blood.
Suddenly, red no longer represents beauty, fun, and living; instead it represents death, pain, agony and heartbreak. When faced with it in that form, it’s heart wrenching, horrible, brutal and life changing.
I see the color red every time I close my eyes, I see it every time I look at a car, I see it every time I think of her...my wife. Red consumes me. It takes me to a place I struggle to escape from. Red fills me with the one emotion I can’t ever remove from my heart.
Guilt.
PRESENT - SPIKE
I
wake up panting, my entire body shakes and sweat rolls down my cheeks. I can taste a mild salty flavor in my mouth, and I realize I’ve been screaming - again. Some people would see a man screaming as a sign of weakness. It’s just human nature. Men who scream, cry, or feel too much emotion, are pussies, end of fucking story. I only scream when I sleep, and each morning I wake up feeling the same - alone, cold, empty, and riddled with guilt. I’ve learned to live with the fact that I’ll never feel any different, that my life will always be lived in a pit of fuckin’ darkness.
That’s what I deserve.
Sliding out of bed, I take hold of my sheets, and pull, taking them with me. I walk out of the room; my chest is still rising and falling heavily. I stop by the washing machine and drop the sheets in, before continuing into the living room. The place is dark, not a light to be seen.
It’s early, probably 3 am. It always happens in the morning, like I’m being fuckin’ punished. Like sleeping is taking me away from the guilt for a few hours, and that’s just not allowed. It’s almost as if I’m being forced to live with it, every waking minute of my fucking dark, damaged life.
I fumble for the lights, and when I finally get my finger on one, I flick it. When the room is lit up, I walk towards the kitchen. The house is only small, but I’m not planning on being around for long. I need to organize a few things, and then I’ll be on my way. This is the Knights grounds, it ain’t mine. Me and my club have to move on eventually. The only reason we’re hangin’ around now is because Jackson has a fuckin’ soft spot for me. Christ knows why. He should have wiped his hands of me long ago.
Thinking about the club has my head spinning. Once, a long time ago, Jackson asked me to be part of the Hell’s Knights. I thought about it too, and was planning on saying yes, but life took me in another direction. Drugs took over, I got myself tangled in some bad shit, and then I lost my wife.
After that, I bolted. I fucked random women, I drank a lot, I smoked a lot, and then I decided to create my own MC club. That’s where the Sinner’s came in to play. Since then, I’ve been preparing to end the bad shit once and for all, starting with the drug lord who killed my wife.
He won’t like what’s comin’ for him.
It ain’t gonna be pretty when it goes down. It’s going to be a blood bath, and chances are I won’t come out alive. Don’t fuckin’ care either. Just gotta end it. That’s all I know. It’s all I breathe for. It’s life for me right now.
I grip a coffee cup, running my fingers around the faded rim. I’m just about to put it under the old, fucked up machine when my cell rings. Staring down at the ID, I see it’s my VP, Granger. With a curse, I pick up the phone and put it to my ear. What the fuck is he doing, calling me this early for?
“What?” I bark.
“Yo’ Spike, got a bit of an issue down here at the bar.”
Fuckin’ hell, if it’s not one thing, it’s another.
“What’s goin’ down? Better be fuckin’ important, Granger.”
“That girl that came to the warehouse last month. You know, the pretty one?”
Ciara. Just thinkin’ about her makes my skin tingle. I’m still not sure if it’s a good or bad thing. She’s gettin’ to me, creepin’ into my thoughts and refusing to move. I don’t know why the girl is so determined to get to me. Why she can’t just let it go. She needs to let it go, god knows the girl is better off without me. She always was. She just couldn’t see it. She always saw beauty when all I saw was ugly. She’s that kind of person. She sees the light in everyone.
“Ciara,” I growl into the phone. “And she ain’t my problem, so why the fuck are you callin’ me?”
“Well, her and the other girl, Cade’s Old Lady, are a bit under the weather and are bein’ harassed by a few men. It’s gettin’ a bit ugly, but the stubborn ass bitch won’t leave.”
“Addison is Cade’s fuckin’ problem, she ain’t mine.”
Addison is Cade’s Old Lady and a royal pain in my ass - a pain that I’m kind of getting used to, though I won’t tell her that. Damn woman is addictive as fuck, and she knows how to get under a man’s skin with all her ‘let’s be friends’ bullshit. Like I said, pain in my ass.
“Called Cade, he’s comin’ for her. Ciara is refusin’ to leave with him sayin’ it’s her bar and she’s not gettin’ run outta it. I say Cade’s gonna have enough trouble gettin’ the other one out, let alone two. So, I called you.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ciara is not who I want to see right now. She winds me up the wrong way, and she brings out too much shit inside me that I really don’t wanna deal with right now, or ever, for that matter.
“Fine, I’m fuckin’ comin’. Get the bitch outside and hold her there, yeah?”
“On it.”
I slam the phone closed and spin around, storming toward the door. I grip a pair of jeans, yanking them up and over my legs, and then I throw on an old, black shirt. I grip my bike keys, my helmet and then I’m out the door. Fuckin’ hell. Why am I even doing this? Ciara and I don’t get along, the whole world knows that, and yet here I am, going to save her fuckin’ ass. I’m doing it for Cheyenne; she would want me to make sure Ciara is safe.
Yeah fucking right.
Who am I trying to fool?
PRESENT - CIARA
“A
ddi is no whore!” I yell, hurling the pool cue at a random skinny man, who has decided to start an argument with us.
“Fuckin’ throw that at me once more, bitch, and I’ll knock you the fuck out!”
Addi storms towards him, fists balled, dark hair swinging. Just before she reaches him, one of Spike’s minions grips her and tosses her backwards. She crashes into me and we both stumble into the bar. Ouch, dammit, that hurt. I shoot the biker an angry glare, which he returns with full force.
“You two fuckin’ sit and wait for your rides,” he growls.
He’s frustrated. He’s been trying to get us outside for the past ten minutes, with no luck. I’m sure he’d just love to throw us over his shoulder and toss us out, but he’s not about to risk that in a bar with this many people - biker or not.
