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  Synopsis

  I’ve spent my entire life under the spotlight of the Kings of Carnage. That’s what happens when you’re the only son of their beloved President, Chaos. I’ve always known the club would be a major part of my life and it isn’t until I’m challenged to prove my worth that I really learn the value of the brotherhood.

  I’ve heard it a million times over the years… The club comes first. No excuses.

  Until her.

  I recognize the trouble she’s going to cause the second I meet her. She’s different. Maybe that’s why I work so hard not to Ruin her like I have all the rest. It isn’t until much later that I realize just how special she is.

  She walks into my life like it’s just another day and then before I know it, I’m faced with a choice. One that might cost me my chance to earn the very patch I’ve been working so hard to get.

  Chapter One

  Ruin

  I wait until all the guys are standing around the bonfire before I drop the news on them. “Looks like my pops wants me step up and prove that I can handle making decisions that’ll benefit the club. Show my loyalty and all that shit.” I take a long swig of my beer and watch their expressions while they all give me their attention.

  “Sounds like he’s groomin’ ya for prez.” Sterling steps close enough to knock our beer bottles together in congrats. I wouldn’t expect anything less from the guy who’s been by my side since I took my first breath. Sterling Spade. I call him Spade most of the time… always have.

  “I don’t know about all that… it seems like it might help if I was patched in first.” My irritation sits in my chest and weighs me down on a daily basis about that shit. I’ve been a shadow to my father, Chaos and one of his best friends, Poe for the past seven years when I’m not with one of these guys right here in front of me. You’d think that would prove my loyalty to the club enough to earn the patch… but I guess he’s wanting more from me.

  “What exactly does he want you to make decisions about? He gonna give you the power to do anything that involves a club you’re not a member of?” Bear uncrosses his arms and leans back against my truck, asking one of the exact questions I had for my father when I met with him just an hour ago.

  “He sure did. Told me to come up with a way to bring in cash flow for the club. He wants to hide some of the income we get from the daily operations but doesn’t want this to disturb any of the other inflows of money in the process, so I just have to steer clear from anything the club already does.” I drop my head and start to pace back and forth, kicking the grass a few times as I walk.

  “I mean what the fuck does that even leave… the club has hands in practically everything in the fuckin’ county, for sure everything in this tiny fuckin’ town.” Saint pipes up with the exact problem I’ve been turning over and over in my head since I got the news.

  “We’ll come up with something. Let’s put our heads together on this and prove to your old man that we all deserve a spot in the club. I’m looking forward to the days we don’t have to do the shit jobs every fuckin’ day.” Spade tosses an arm over my shoulder, stopping me mid stride to reassure me that he’s still always there by my side.

  “Guns are out. Drugs are out. Strippers and bars are out. We own half of the property nearby and collect rent from just about everyone. Anything coming in on the tracks is out.”

  “What about a casino?” Crow throws in an option, before I get to tell them the real kicker.

  “Oh… I forgot the best part. I have zero budget from the club to make this happen. He wants me to start from bare fuckin’ bones and build something that’s successful before I can be patched in.”

  “Fuck. Since when has Chaos been savage when it comes to you?” Mako speaks up, making it a unanimous feeling in the group that this is a bunch of bullshit.

  “This is about the club. It’s not about me. He doesn’t play favorites when it comes to his true pride in life. Not that I want any special privileges either… I can’t have you fuck faces thinking I made it in because of who I am. I knew one day he’d force me to show I’m worthy enough to deserve the branding.”

  “What can we do without money?” Crow asks just as he reaches for two more beers in the cooler, popping the top off them both with his boot before handing me one of them. “I’ve got about four grand in savings.”

  “Yeah, I have almost ten hidden here and there,” Sterling chimes in without hesitation.

  “I can get to some too. We can put it all together and make something happen. What are we good at? What can we do individually that might come in to play here? Something that we can turn a profit on quick.”

  I almost choke on my beer as soon as the idea comes to me, but absent of any other ideas, I know this is something we could actually make some fuckin’ bank doing. “We’re all good at fucking.” They all look at me like I’ve grown another head and started wailing crazy noises at them, making me laugh.

  “No really… think about it. OnlyFans is a huge fuckin’ money maker to those gym rat fuckers, jacking off in a video they make on their damn phones. People subscribe to see that shit daily. There’s no startup cost or equipment needed that we don’t already have right fuckin’ here.” I grab my dick just to drive home the point. “Or fuck… if we’re gonna do it, we may as well go big and make full on porn. You know we can get hot as fuck chicks to make a video with us for fuckin’ free… but we’ll throw them some cash just to call it good business. We’ll give the club half of the money and split the rest between us.” I look them all in the eyes as I talk, recognizing the exact moment I’ve convinced each of them. That didn’t take long.

  “Let me get this straight. You want us to fuck on camera?” Bear’s jaw twitches and he looks down at the ground while he ponders my suggestion. He looks around at the other guys before he finishes. “Hell… I thought we’d be burying bodies or some shit. Of course, I’m in. I mean, I’m in for burying bodies too if it comes to that.” Bear’s gruff response doesn’t surprise me. He might be a little unsure of how this’ll all work, but he’ll come around.

  “It’ll be a real sacrifice to get our dicks wet all in the name of the club... and get paid for it. I can’t think of a single downside to this idea.” Saint is all in, not worried about a fucking thing.

  “Just Chaos and the rest of the dads at the table talking shit on us when they realize we’re paying their fuckin’ bills with our cocks.” Spade is exactly right. That will be both terrifying and fucking exhilarating at the same time. It’ll all depend on how they respond. The anticipation in that moment will probably kill all six of us, but we’ve always been in for the rush of adrenaline.

  “Yeah, who knows what all of you will have to do to prove yourselves too. You know that’s coming soon enough. Maybe being a part of this will ease
some of your initiation. Money talks… and I hope it talks loud and clear when I slap the green right in the middle of their table.” I’m amped up with anticipation now that I finally have a plan that will work.

  “Let’s make the money before we start talking about how we’ll be giving it to the club.” Spade is reeling me in before I get carried away and I fucking love him to pieces for that very reason. He’s always been the one to keep me level-headed over the years.

  “Since the club isn’t helping with any of the initial costs of this, I want to keep the information private from any one not standing right here around this fire. We’ll run it a few weeks and then take the information to the club. There’s no way they’ll know what we’re up to if we keep it all secluded. We’ll do all the filming at my house.” Technically my house is owned by the club… but I pay rent on it just like all the other tenants of club property. We all earn money working for the club in some form… most of mine is made in the tattoo shop. It just pays better than any of the bullshit runs they actually put me on.

  “Sounds like a plan. Just let me know when it’s show-time and I’ll be ready.” Mako doesn’t have anything to add and is always game for whatever we get ourselves in to.

  “We should wear masks or something to hide our identities. It’ll make the pot sweeter when they can’t figure out who we are. Call ourselves Porn Kings or some shit.” Crow has a great idea, which just allows the ideas to continue to snowball through my mind.

  “I like it. Maybe have our faces painted as a skull. I’m sure Poe knows an artist that can do that quickly. I’ll just keep the details of why I need someone out of my conversation with him.” I start taking a mental note of all the things I need to do real soon to make this take off quickly as I ramble a few of them to the guys.

  Getting patched in is important to all of us, but I can’t help but feel like something huge is expected of me, being I’m the only son of the President of the Kings of Carnage MC. My sister is his only other child, so we’ve been in the spotlight and held to a standard above any of the other club brats since the day we were born. But being the oldest and the only son, the heat has always been on me and the pressure was a heavy weight to bear as a child. That’s part of the reason I’ve retaliated the past few years and fucked off some of the club responsibilities that might’ve earned me a patch.

  “Here’s to fuckin’ for money, boys.” I reach out with a beer in my hand, waiting on the others to tap my own, sealing a deal that I hope will forever change all of our lives. “I’ll need a few days to find the girls and make sure they’re clean, but if any of you have someone specific that you’d like to shoot with, just let me know.” I get the last sentence in just before they all simultaneously take a drink and nod in agreeance.

  We all stand around for a few more minutes enjoying the crackle of the fire and the whisper of the wind in the trees before we all get a text at the same time. We don’t really have to look at it to know it’s someone from the club. I pull out my phone and glance at the text before I down the rest of my beer.

  Poe: Get your patchless ass to the club.

  If I didn’t love that fucker like a father… I’d beat his ass for the constant poking, but I guess you can’t hate it when you give it just as hard, or worse at times.

  Me: On my way.

  “Poe message all of you too?” I toss the empty bottle into the pile we’ve yet to clean up out here.

  “Nah, mine’s from my dad saying he needs me at the club.” Spade follows my lead and starts toward his car.

  “Mine is from Bouncer saying the same thing,” Bear says just as I grab for the door handle of my truck.

  “North has summoned me.” Crow adds to my curiosity when he speaks up. I pause and look over the hood to find out if the other two have similar texts.

  “Sly,” Saint says as he closes his phone and slides it in his back pocket.

  “Jinx,” Mako makes it unanimous, already stepping over his bike to take his seat.

  “Alright… I guess we better get our asses to the clubhouse and see what the fuck is up.” I’d like to say this is the first night we’ve ever had a few beers and then all had to drive off in a hurry, but it’s more common that it happens this way than not. I guess that’s why we all keep it to around three beers when we meet up.

  You just never know what can happen when you’re at the Kings of Carnage’s beck and call.

  Chapter Two

  Tyra

  The sun wakes me up way before I’m ready to start another shit show day. I guess that’s what happens when your life is a cluster fuck of crazy and you’re living in your car.

  I’m not even sure what my plans are at this point, but I know I’m much safer here than I was with my mom showing up all hours of the night trying to parade through my house with guys who wanted to stick their dicks in anything they could find.

  The only thing that was different from my childhood was that I was paying the rent, so it was my place she was bringing them through even after I had thrown many of them out the door with her right behind them.

  The last straw was when I woke up to one of them yanking me out of bed, spitting his promises of what he’s going to do to a King’s daughter. Even though I managed to knock him out cold on his ass, I knew right then that I would never be safe around there. My mom had let out information that made me a huge target and I had no way of knowing just how many people would come for me. How many men would come for me.

  I shift in my seat, stretching my legs onto the dash for more space. The sound of a door slamming gets my attention and sends me back into hiding. The kink in my neck catches and reminds me how sore I am as I peek over the dash to see an older woman getting a few things out of the back hatch of her SUV. She doesn’t see me or have any idea that she’s about to meet me for the first time.

  I need money. There’re a few ways I can get it and believe me those ideas have been flowing through my mind for longer than the two days I’ve been on the run. The one solid idea that I’ve allowed myself to hang on to is to find someone who will let me work in their salon. I want to earn money the honest way and not turn into my mother, who has stolen or depended on a man for everything she’s ever had.

  I’m talented, self-taught but very gifted when it comes to making someone beautiful. I’ve always had the artistic skills my mother lacked and today I’m hoping those help me.

  I purposely wait for the woman to unlock her shop and even give her time to get all the lights on and turn the sign to open. She busies herself, never suspecting that she’s being watched. God… I’d give anything to not have that sinking feeling that someone is watching me or constantly trying to get to me. I guess this woman never had to fight off dirty fuckers trying to get to her in her sleep.

  It only takes me a few minutes to fix my hair and put on minimal makeup so that I can be presentable. I take a deep breath and step out of my car, talking to myself while I approach the door. “You can do this. It’s just for a few weeks until you find your dad. Prove to her that she needs someone like you in her shop and then she can’t say no.” I’m still mouthing the last of my sentence when the roar of a motorcycle pulls my haunted past right to the surface. The bike gets louder as I open the door to the shop; no doubt whoever just pulled up is parking right by the door.

  “Can I help you?” The woman meets me at the front door.

  “I’m hoping you can. I’m looking for a job.” I step back as the guy walks through the door and between the two of us.

  “Oh honey, I work solo in here. I don’t really have enough business to hire anyone.” I force myself to look at her face and not allow the overwhelming sensation of following the guy responsible for sending my senses into a tailspin to take over. He smells like cologne and walks with a strut that says he knows he’s fucking hot. Or at least that’s how it looks out of the corner of my eye.

  “I do good work and promise I can bring you great talent.”

  “I’m sure you do, honey. But I jus
t don’t have the space.” The guy sits in the stylist chair and spins around to face us. His movements distract me the entire time I’m trying to focus on this very important conversation.

  “Where you from?” His voice flows over my skin as he speaks from his seat, leaving goosebumps on my exposed arms and neck.

  “Around.” I finally allow my eyes to move to him and quickly realize that my peripheral vision isn’t shit. I missed all the tattoos, the blonde hair… the scruff of a beard… the eyes. The piercing blue eyes that speak straight into my soul without a single word being said.

  “Around, huh?” He stands and takes a few steps to close the distance between us. “An answer like that’ll get you in trouble around here.” His closeness starts to suffocate me even though there’s at least two feet between us.

  “I’m not looking for trouble. Just moved to town and hoping to make some honest money.”

  “Hmmm. What are these talents you speak of?” He turns to pace in front of me and I only glance at his ass a few times before he stops in front of me once again.

  “I can do hair and makeup.”

  “If I told you I’m in the market for someone to do body paint, what would you have to say?” I wasn’t ready to be interviewed by this guy when I walked through the door. All the answers I had prepared and ready to roll off my tongue were centered around what I thought the shop owner would ask me. Body paint isn’t hard, it just takes time… which I seem to have plenty of lately.

  “I can do that, easy.” He moves closer with each step, my eyes following his boots as they scrape the floor in front of me. He stops within inches of my face, the intensity forcing me to look up.

  His expression is as stoic as it could possibly be just before he leans in to whisper in my ear. “You’d paint my dick if I needed it done?” His question sends a jolt through my body and my eyes to meet his the instant he pulls back. Icy blues stare into my soul, waiting for me to reply. I don’t ask the obvious question, I just respond as the reality of my own situation is front and center in my mind.