Shady Valley Henchmen Series by Jessica Gadziala

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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)

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He didn’t see it coming.
Deals go bad. That’s part of life. But he had no idea how close he came to losing everything—until the man behind him drops and he realizes he’d been a target.
Then he’d been saved.
By her.
But she’s gone before he can figure out why she’d rescued him.

She didn’t mean to step in.
But after everything those guys took from her, she couldn’t stand around and watch them create any more damage.
And now she’s got more problems than she asked for.
The last thing she needs is another man in her way.
Too bad he’s isn’t the kind to walk away.
And when his club gets involved, things take a turn she’d never seen coming

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CHAPTER ONE

Colter

“Do I want to know why there are four bras in the freezer?” Detroit asked. He had four steaks in his hand that he moved to a platter in the fridge to defrost.

“Three words,” I said, shooting him a smirk.

“Let me guess: Raff, Saint, and Syn.”

“Bingo.”

“Been a bit since the club was this insane,” Detroit said, shaking his head.

“You’re up and out early.”

“The kids and Everleigh all got a stomach bug. I’ve been forced into quarantine because, as she says, ‘One of us needs to not have their head in the toilet all day.’ And I’m bored as shit over there. Figured I’d hit the gym, but I stopped here to defrost some steaks.”

“Because no one in your house is eating and you hate cooking just for yourself?”

“You know me well.”

Detroit used to cook for the club multiple times a day. But becoming a husband and father had stolen a lot of his time.

In his absence, the diner in town had been getting a lot of business from us. And the prepared food section at the supermarket.

We’d each tried our hand at cooking. But, well, I’d spent most of my adulthood eating prepared meals or MREs in the military.

Raff spent most of his time on the road, eating fast food or gas station hot dogs.

Syn had been living in a damn storage locker for years with no way to cook.

And Saint, well, Saint had been in prison.

Though out of all of us, he was the only one who could cook a half-edible meal. I figured that might have to do with having to raise his much younger brother. He made a mean breakfast omelet and had a hand with the grill, but without anyone to make sides, those nights were just… meat.

“When’s the last time you guys had something halfway healthy to eat?” Detroit asked. He dug around through the dozen or so clamshell containers in the fridge in search of vegetables to make as a side.

“When’s the last time you cooked for us?” I shot back.

That got a huff of a laugh out of him.

“Well, I guess I’m hitting up the food store after the gym.”

“Ah, morning,” a woman’s voice said, making both of us turn to find her standing just inside the kitchen.

I remembered her from the night before. Pretty, blonde, petite. She’d been hanging on Syn’s every word. Her hair was dry and tangled in the harsh morning, and her red, hungover eyes had raccoon liner smudged beneath. She’d stolen one of Syn’s tees that she had knotted over her party dress. Her heels must have been stashed in her purse because she was wearing one of the sets of slides the club kept stocked for, well, exactly this purpose. Who wanted to do the walk of shame in icepick heels?

“Morning,” I said over the rim of my coffee cup. “Want some coffee?”

“Actually, ah, I’m… missing…”

She sighed, closing her eyes.

“Pink, purple, black, or beige?” Detroit asked, walking over to the freezer.

“Purple,” she admitted, shaking her head at herself. “Thanks,” she said, taking the bra from Detroit, folding it in half, and shoving it into her bag. “Why did we put them in there again?”

Detroit looked at me.

“That part is a little blurry for me too. It was after the strip poker but before the topless karaoke…”

The woman let out a laugh/groan hybrid.

“So… my phone.”

“I lined them up by the door,” I told her.

I’d crashed earlier than the others. I didn’t know if I was getting old or boring (or both) but the liquor had hit me hard, making me too tired to even think about taking a woman up to bed. So I’d gotten extra sleep and woke up to straighten the disaster of the living space before Slash happened by and saw it.

“You need a ride into town? I’m heading to the gym.”

The woman looked relieved.

“That would be great. I came with Madison, but, I, uh, guess she isn’t up yet. I have to get to work.”

“No problem,” Detroit said as I turned to pour some coffee into a to-go cup for her, adding some cream and sugar because who didn’t like coffee with something a little extra in it after a night of drinking, and held it out to her.

“Probably gonna need this,” I said as she reached for it.

“Thank you. This was… a lot different than I expected.”

The town had a little bit of a boom, population-wise. A lot of new women around who hadn’t visited the club before.

This woman worked as a nurse at the prison. Which I knew because when Saint reached for something and his shirt lifted up, she’d squealed and declared that she’d been the one to treat the wound that caused the scar on his back.

“Come back anytime. We’re always up for fun,” I said, toasting her with my coffee cup.

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A new town, a low-profile job, and a chance to finally breathe—that’s all she wants. But her “safe” gig cleaning a pool hall drops her straight into the middle of mafia business…and into the arms of a magnetic biker.

When the Bratva marks her as trouble, her carefully guarded past collides with a dangerous present, survival means trusting the man who would stop at nothing to bring to light every secret she’s kept shrouded in darkness to save her before it's too late...

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CHAPTER ONE

Este

“Well, that’s… certainly a color.” I stared down at the open can of paint I’d nabbed for nothing on one of those free town groups. The gifter had been cleaning out their parents’ place, and all signs pointed to ‘packrats,’ judging by the random junk piled to the ceiling in teetering rows in the open garage when I’d stopped by to grab the random paint cans and spare tile they found lying around. Thanks to all that mess, the color swatch had gotten scraped off this particular can, so it had been a complete gamble at what color I was getting.

Eggplant purple.

It didn’t exactly go with my vision for my new place. But, hey, beggars couldn’t be choosers. And free was free. So, something was getting the eggplant treatment.

“What do you think?” I asked, looking over at the black-and-white dog staring at me from her giant saucer of a bed in the corner of the room.

Trix had been a lucky find in a specific area of an overcrowded shelter. Deemed ‘aggressive,’ she’d been sitting there without a home for two years before I—someone very interested in an aggressive dog—stumbled across her.

She was a beautiful black-and-white purebred Akita with the softest, fluffiest coat ever, making nighttime snuggles all the more comforting. But since our move to California, she was also the reason my electric bill threatened to bankrupt me, since she was definitely a dog meant for colder climates.

“I know. You’re sick of all the home improvement projects,” I said as she stared at me. “But I am determined to make this place feel like home.”

It was the first time we’d stopped moving around from one short-term rental to the next since I’d adopted her. Since well before then.

Something about this town felt right, though.

I couldn’t put a finger on it. I’d been to many small towns in my travels. But as I drove down the main street in Shady Valley, something clicked.

Maybe it was the beauty of the Death Valley mountains. Or the coziness of the main strip of stores—even if some weren’t operational. Perhaps it was how, as I drove, I saw many people standing on the sidewalk talking to one another. Or on their front lawns having friendly discussions.

Sure, there was a moody prison staring down at the town—all barbed wire and bright security lights at night. But this wasn’t the 1950s anymore, when prisoners were routinely sneaking out of their cells and escaping to nearby towns to steal money, clothes, or a car. Modern prisons were pretty secure.

Besides, a local prison likely meant a pretty strong police force and a general population heavy with corrections officers.

Both of those things were comforting to me.

When I secured a spot at the shady motel for a night so I could explore the local real estate and job market, I discovered something else. Because the town was in the middle of nowhere, because there wasn’t much chance of upward mobility career-wise, and because no one wanted to live so close to an active prison, the local housing market was slow and cheap.

Hell, I didn’t even have an active job when I asked about the duplex that I now called home. But I had the first, last, and security, and that was all the landlord cared about.

Surprisingly, the job had been easier to come by than I’d anticipated.

I hadn’t actively been seeking employment at the place, actually. I’d just stopped to try to look in the window of the closed pool hall when a brick from the step wobbled and fell out beneath my foot.

I just so happened to have the supplies in my trunk—thanks to needing to fix the bricks on the duplex’s front porch—so I took it upon myself to fix the step.

I was just relishing a job well done when a shadow fell over me.

“You like this kind of work?” a deep, smooth voice asked in a thick Russian accent. I whipped my head around to see a tall man in an all-black suit (in the middle of the day) towering over me in all his dark-haired, wide-jawed, brown-eyed beauty.

“I, uh, yeah. I, you know, probably should have asked first. But it fell out under my foot, so I sort of felt responsible. And, well, it was a safety concern.”

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Total pages in book: 78
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Paroled and walking a razor-thin line, Rook’s only plan is to keep quiet, follow orders, and earn his patch from the club who took a chance on him.

But when his parole officer blocks him from visiting the psychiatric hospital where his mother’s locked away, he’s ready to break all the rules again—until a club brother offers a solution. Get married. Let his wife do the visiting.

When a blue-haired newcomer in town overhears the plan and offers herself up as the bride, Rook can’t help but think it is worth a shot.

It's supposed to be temporary. Just paperwork. It isn't long, though, before all the pretending starts to feel unexpectedly real.

What he doesn’t know is Tessa has secrets of her own—ones with bruises and leather cuts—and a fake marriage to a man like Rook might be her only shot at staying safe.

But nothing stays fake—or hidden—for long. Especially when the past comes roaring in with a vengeance, threatening to destroy everything they’ve built

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CHAPTER ONE

Rook

“Where you been?” Raff asked as I walked in the door of The Bog.

It was busier than usual for a Tuesday night. But the past few months had been bogged down with developers, land use town meetings, and crews of out-of-state professionals who walked around in their hard hats and reflective vests, squinting and pointing at the open landscape. While the men they were working for had dollar signs in their eyes.

What they saw in a little prison town on the border of the Death Valley mountains was beyond all of us.

Shady Valley had been a manufacturing town once upon a time. Then the plant closed, the town collapsed, and most of the locals moved out.

The construction of the prison had brought some life and jobs back to the area. There was a small suburb now and two relatively full apartment buildings. But, in general, the only people who wanted to live near a prison were those who either worked there or were married to someone who worked there.

This led us to conclude that the town meetings were likely about building more industrial buildings, not housing development.

But all the out of towners lingering around meant that all our local joints were more bustling than usual. And Shady Valley had exactly three establishments to hang out in—a diner, a pool hall, and the bar.

“I was coming out the door, and fucking Nancy was on her way up the stairs.”

“She just did a search three days ago,” Colter said, turning his empty beer bottle in a circle on the top of the bar.

“Yeah, she says that she catches guys more this way,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“I’m constantly thankful I got Mick instead of Nancy,” Colter said, shaking his head.

Of course he would be. Mick Ellers was four times divorced with four kids and struggling to pay alimony, child support, and college tuition on his parole officer salary. As such, the man was more than happy to take a handful of cash to mind his own damn business when it came to his parolees.

Nancy, a woman with a vendetta and no personal life, seemed to love nothing more than fucking with hers. Me included. Hell, sometimes it felt like it was me most of all, that I was just her pet project.

I almost hoped that was the case. Because if she gave all of her parolees the same attention she gave me, the woman must never have time to sleep, let alone have a hobby, family, friends, or community connections.

“Must be nice,” I mumbled, already deep in my own well of self-pity.

“Lemme guess,” Raff said, leaning forward to be seen past Colter’s hulking frame as I sat down at the bar. “She said she still won’t let you go see your mom.”

“I haven’t ‘proven myself trustworthy’ yet.”

“She’s never caught you doing anything wrong,” Colter said.

“She ‘has a bad feeling’ about me.”

“To be fair, you are part of an arms-dealing biker club and are hacking all the time at the martial arts studio,” Raff said.

“Yeah, but she’s found no proof of that, so she’s just being a pain in the ass,” Colter said, shrugging. “I guess on the positive side, you will get off parole eventually.”

That was true.

But it didn’t exactly help the situation.

I didn’t give a shit about the house searches or housing restrictions and whatever else Nancy wanted to put me through. All I wanted was for her to approve my request to go visit my mom at the psychiatric hospital she’d been in since I’d been locked up.

I had no idea how she was doing, if she knew I was out, if she thought I’d fucking abandoned her in her time of need.

I’d even had the hospital write Nancy a letter saying that my presence might actually help my mother improve.

Nancy denied it.

Which was how you knew that she was doing what she did out of revenge because some guy on probation once beat up her husband, not because it was better for the greater good or whatever else she might want to believe.

“Sounds like you need a drink,” Raff said, pushing a beer toward me.

Normally, I had to be careful with alcohol. Even though my previous conviction had nothing at all to do with alcohol or drugs, Nancy Bird had taken it upon herself to forbid drinking during my parole.

But I’d watched her drive out of town twenty minutes before. And given how flat this part of the state was, I could see her for many miles off.

She wasn’t coming back.

I could have a drink or two, maybe even spend the night at the clubhouse. Preferably with a woman who would make me forget all about my parole officer.

“Why aren’t we all back at the clubhouse right now?” I asked.

It was late enough in the evening that the guys should have been able to find some women to bring home and party with.

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Ready to head home after many long weeks on the road, twins Riff and Raff gear up for one final arms deal deep in the woods. But betrayal lurks in the shadows, leading to a violent shootout.

Separated from his brother and desperate, Riff takes refuge in a shed on the property. Where he finds Vienna—starved, cold, and chained to the floor.
Determined to save her, Riff helps Vienna escape, and together they endure the wilderness until Raff can find and rescue them.
On the road trip back to Shady Valley, Vienna is scared and shy, haunted by her traumatic ordeal. Yet, despite her fears, she finds unexpected comfort and safety in Riff’s presence. His protective nature and gentle reassurance begin to break through her walls, offering her a glimpse of hope amidst the chaos.

Back in Shady Valley, as Vienna begins to heal, a powerful connection forms between her and the man who rescued her, igniting a passion the two of them never expected.
But danger looms large, as the man who held Vienna captive is still out there, determined to reclaim what he believes is his…

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CHAPTER ONE

Riff

I always thought, when I was a kid running a strip of masking tape down the center of a shared bedroom to keep my brother’s shit on his side that one day, I’d get a room of my own.

“I’m just saying, it would have been the brotherly thing to do,” Raff said from the queen-sized bed situated just three feet away from the one I was perched on.

“I had no interest in walking around this Bumfuck, Nowhere town for three hours while you fucked some random woman on my bed as well as your own.”

“Hey, her friend was willing to take a walk into the woods with you,” Raff said. “A good, solid fuck against a tree is the kind of stress relief you could use before another job,” he added.

“Her friend was sporting an engagement ring and Bride to Be sash,” I reminded him.

“Mr. Moral over here,” Raff said, never afraid to get into sticky situations with women. But being a part of someone cheating on the eve of their wedding was probably a little too immoral even for my brother.

“We have to get going early tomorrow,” I reminded him. “It would be nice if I didn’t have to wake you up when we got there,” said.

“We better be getting a break when we get back to Shady Valley,” Raff said, speaking aloud the sentiment I felt down to my bones.

We’d been working pretty much nonstop for about six months now. From Shady Valley to all the stops in the South, stocking up on untraceable guns we stuffed the car full with, then driving them down to Golden Glades in Florida to drop them off at our sister chapter.

Sure, we got three days of rest there, give or take, each time we dropped in. But then we were always on the road again, finding more guns, and driving them all the way back to California for our club to distribute to more local clients.

I never used to mind all the travel. Raff and I had never been the ‘putting down roots’ type. Yet something about this last stint of sleeping in the passenger seat while the other one drove or staying in motel rooms in the Middle of Nowhere, USA was getting to both of us.

We were overdue for a break. A solid month or two of being able to just crash at the clubhouse.

Bonus points for it being the only place in the world where we were guaranteed to have our own damn bedrooms. Though I was never really around there long enough to actually do anything to mine to make it my own.

Someday, I kept telling myself.

But someday never came.

“You’re in a mood,” Raff said, putting down his phone on the nightstand.

I did the same before scrubbing my hands down my face. “I’m burnt out,” I admitted aloud for the first time.

Raff, usually all ease and affability, let out a deep sigh as well. “Yeah, I know that feeling,” he agreed.

For twins, we were only generally alike in appearance. Tall, fit, square jaws, black hair, dark eyes.

If you put us in a lineup, you’d probably only be able to tell us apart from my stubble compared to his clean-shaven face, and our differing tattoos. He was covered up both arms, his neck, his torso, even some of his legs at this point. Raff’s were more random shit, including a distinct and absurd pizza slice tattoo on his ankle and a fucking Marvin the Martian one as well. I just had the one sleeve and it was in a cohesive design.

Personality-wise, though, we were almost polar opposites. Raff was extroverted, never having met a stranger in his life. Always at the center of a party, seeking out fun shit to do, new experiences to have, and shamelessly and endlessly flirting with just about any woman he ever crossed paths with.

I was the more introverted one, happy to just have a chill hang over a party, go explore local attractions, go take hikes or walks, things that took me away from the party scenes, especially as I got older.

And, yeah, I was quieter, more serious. And while I enjoyed women as much as the next man, it wasn’t my singular goal every day to chat one up or hook up.

So it was really telling that two very opposite personalities were having almost the exact same feelings regarding our lifestyle at the same time.

It was definitely time for a break.

“At least tomorrow is just a quick job,” Raff said, reaching to turn out the light.

“Yeah,” I agreed.

Sure, it was a new contact for us. But our whole lives were meeting up with people at gun shows, or off random ads listed on the internet somewhere. So this was nothing to stress over.

At least, that was what our mindset was in the morning as we lazily went about getting shitty, doughy complimentary bagels that we stuffed with rubbery liquid eggs, grabbing coffees, and hitting the road.

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He’d always liked her from afar.Sure that nothing could ever happen between them, though, he kept that to himself.Until one morning, when Detroit witnesses his estranged brother arresting Everleigh for a crime he knew she didn’t commit. Determined to prove her innocence, and protect her from the real criminals, Detroit jumps into action to get her free, then move her into the clubhouse. One room away from him.Everything isn’t as it seems, though.And he learns that maybe he was wrong about it not being possible for something to happen between him and the woman he’d been longing to be with for years…

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CHAPTER ONE

Detroit

“Time to get up, Casanova,” I said, kicking his foot with the tip of my shoe. “You gotta get back to your place,” I added, voice rising. I stood over the couch where Rook’s body was mostly covered by the body of a blonde, naked save for a pair of red panties that weren’t covering much of her ass. Sighing, I pulled out the big guns. “Nancy Bird is looking for you!”

Rook bolted upright so fast that he nearly sent the blonde flying over the back of the couch before he had the presence of mind enough to grab her.

“The fuck, man?” he grumbled, bleary eyes rapidly blinking in my direction.

“I gotta drop your ass back at your place before the gym,” I reminded him.

It wasn’t often he was allowed to spend a night at the clubhouse. His parole officer, the notorious—and all-around-loathed—Nancy Bird, was constantly on his ass, monitoring every other move of his. Especially since she finally approved his request to move to an apartment in Shady Valley, and “work” at Nyx’s karate place.

She watched him with the kind of attention to detail that made you wonder if the woman had any life outside of work. Because Rook was just one of many of her ex-cons that she was keeping an eye on. And she was constantly up his ass.

The only reason he was allowed to stay last night was because Nancy had done a surprise visit not once, but two days in a row, and no one figured she would be obsessive enough to try to do a third day in a row. And I’d also promised to get him home before I went to the gym. Which everyone knew was at the crack of dawn.

“Shit. Right. Right,” he said, rubbing his eyes with one hand while his other absentmindedly massaged the ass cheek of the blonde who’d settled back over him. “Ah…” he started, shooting the side of the woman’s head a guilty look.

He didn’t remember her name.

“Lani,” I said in the quietest voice I could muster. I mean, yeah, most of the club girls knew what they were getting into with the guys. A no-strings fuck. But it had to be a bit dehumanizing to realize a man didn’t remember your name after you were intimate.

“Listen, Lani, honey,” he said as she grumbled at being spoken to so early. “I have to get home,” he told her as he slowly started to slide out from under her body. “You can just hang here,” he told her, but she was already snuggling into the throw pillow, not caring that he was gone. Beside, maybe, for his warmth.

Rook was considerate enough to grab the blanket off the back of the couch and drape it over her before doing a long stretch, then patting his hands to his stomach.

“Right. Clothes. Where are my clothes?” he said, looking around the living room that was littered with quite a few articles of clothing. Enough of them, in fact, that some had to belong to other brothers and girls than him and Lani.

I waited as he fumbled around, finding a tee and his jeans. He stumbled as he tried to get his feet into his shoes while still half-drunk from the party the night before that had gone well into the morning.

“Made you coffee,” I told him, holding out the travel mug when he finally located all his things.

“No shit,” he said, surprise and a hint of joy teasing his features.

After his time in prison, he was still getting accustomed to people being halfway decent, and doing things without something being expected in return.

“Listen, you leave her pretty ass alone,” he said, pointing a finger and a stern look at the club cat who was looking at the blonde from his position standing on the coffee table.

Our club cat was known for loving men and hating everything to do with women, often swatting at them for no other infraction than walking near him.

“Thanks, man,” he said, taking the coffee from me as I chugged some of my pre-workout. I didn’t usually need it, but the party was loud and long, and I hadn’t slept well. I needed the boost. “What time is it?”

“Five-forty-five,” I told him as we moved outside. Right into the dark of night still. With fall upon us, the sun slumbered till six-thirty in the morning. “What?” I asked, feeling his gaze on my profile.

“Why do you get up this early?” he asked. “The gym is open all day, you know. And most of the night.”

“It’s less crowded this early,” I told him.

“Crowded? In Shady Valley?” he asked with a dubious raised brow.

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He’s an arms-dealing biker tasked with finding a weapon designer who is late on a deal with his organization.
He never expected that the designer would be one of the hottest women he’d ever seen.

She’s a weapon designer who has real problems.
The last thing she needs is a hot biker tracking her down to her safe house and forcing her to finish designing a gun for his club when she’s got old enemies trying to track her down.
Or, you know, starting to have feelings for the man who threatened to change everything about the life she had built for herself…

** All books in this series can be read as standalones **

*************FULL BOOK START HERE*************

CHAPTER ONE

Sway

“Could you not fuck women on the kitchen island?” Detroit asked as I walked into the kitchen the morning after, yes, fucking a woman in the kitchen.

“Hey, I wiped it down with those cleaning wipes,” I reasoned, shrugging. “Besides, I fucked her over the counter,” I clarified. “No ass or pussy contact with the island.”

“Whoa,” a female voice said, making both of us turn to see a bleary-eyed Morgaine, hair bed-messy, wearing one of Crow’s shirts under her silken robe. “That’s… a lot for the first thing in the morning,” she said as she went to the electric teapot that Detroit had already put on.

He was good at shit like that.

Thinking ahead.

Doing small things for others.

Especially for the girls.

I’d overheard the girls talking once, wondering why he hadn’t settled down yet, since he wasn’t like me, always whoring around. He wanted something serious. He just didn’t seem to be seeking it out, either.

“Purely tit-to-counter contact,” I went on, getting a head shake from Morgaine as she dropped a tea satchel into her mug.

“This place is like a frat house,” she added. “Someone was… occupying the elevator last night too. Oh, my God. Seriously?” she asked at my smirk.

“It was a busy night,” I said, shrugging it off. Most nights when we brought chicks back to the house were busy nights.

Shady Valley wasn’t a big town, but it had its fair share of women who wanted to be club girls. Who were we to deny them the experience?

I never minded having my hands full.

“Here,” Morgaine said, dropping a little packet of electrolyte powder on the counter in front of me. “You probably need to hydrate,” she said before making her way out of the kitchen, just barely remembering to give Cat—our club pet, a grayish-white cat with blue eyes—a wide berth.

It didn’t matter how much the girls tried to love on him, he hated women.

Sometimes, we had to lock him up in someone’s room when we were going to have chicks over. After the whole… clawing a poor, naked girl’s ass thing. Having to clean the claw marks then apply triple antibiotic had killed any chances of things getting fun for the rest of that night.

“You know… you could fuck a woman over the kitchen island on occasion,” I suggested. “I don’t think you’ve broken in this room yet.” And the kitchen was his domain, being the only one of us who enjoyed cooking.

I never said anything, but I actually did know how to throw some things together. But if Detroit enjoyed it, and I just tolerated it, I figured I would just be doing him a disservice by letting him know.

“Ah, might you know who this belongs to?” Nyx’s voice called as she walked into the living space with a red bra dangling from the very tip of her finger.

“Ask him,” Detroit said, waving toward me as he went to the fridge to grab some eggs.

“That is a good question,” I agreed, nodding.

“How many chicks did you hook up with that you don’t remember who had the red bra on?” she asked, rolling her neck, making some of her long black hair fall out of the claw clip she had it wrapped up in.

“That one is on me,” Coach said, snatching it out of her hand. “I’ll stick it in the lost & found.”

Yeah.

We had enough chicks over who often lost or forgot pieces of clothing that we had a plastic container in the bottom of a closet full of bras, earrings, even a shoe. How someone went home without a shoe was beyond any of us.

“Have I mentioned how nice it is to wake up to someone else making breakfast?” Nyx asked as she got herself a mug of coffee.

“Not in the past… day,” Detroit said as he whipped the eggs.

“Well, I am,” she said. “Has anyone seen Slash?” she asked. “He wasn’t in the room when I got up,” she added as Detroit and I shared a look.

It was barely after seven.

It was weird for him to be up and moving around.

“I’ll go take a look,” I said, getting a nod from Detroit as I moved through the clubhouse and toward the front door.

It was the middle of February, but the temperature was in the mid-fifties. The closest thing to winter we got.

Slash, Crow, and I had spent winter at the mother chapter in New Jersey a while back, and the bracing cold had… made me appreciate the milder cold months in California.

Still, my coffee steamed a bit in the chill as I walked around the front yard, looking down at Shady Valley, still sleepy in the early morning, just the occasional dot on the street, likely shopkeepers opening up for the day.

Hearing a voice, I curved around the side of the building, looking up at the prison. Unlike the town, the lockup was already buzzing with activity. Coach and Judge said the day started at six every morning. Everyone was probably already down to breakfast.

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We had an arrangement.
That’s all it was.
All it ever could be.
Just fun, casual.

I even tried to convince myself that it was all I wanted from him—the scarred, rough-around-the-edges outlaw biker with “bad news” written all over him—but as time went on, there was no denying that I started to want more.

I just couldn’t have it.

Until my past suddenly came back to haunt my present, sending me into the arms of the only man I knew that could help me…

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CHAPTER ONE

Prologue - past

Nyx

My car was jam-packed full of crap that my aunt had shoved at me as I’d been leaving.

A lamp with a shade made from black, brown, and white feathers her chickens had dropped during molting seasons, a bird bath she’d made out of giant terra cotta pots that she’d painstakingly painted in deep, moody colors she knew I would love.

I didn’t have the heart to remind her that I lived in an apartment and didn’t have anywhere to put the bird bath. I figured I could give it to a friend. Barring that, I was reasonably sure the Murphy brothers wouldn’t even notice if I set it up in their backyard.

She’d also given me hand-made quilts, old records, a box of old hangers, and two closets worth of hand-me-down clothes. Most of it was going to go to the local charity shop, save for one of the quilts that perfectly matched my general style.

On top of that, there were half a dozen houseplants that she’d propagated from her big mama plants. I would take those. And attempt not to kill them. I didn’t have a great track record with plants. I liked the ones that seemed to enjoy neglect. I had a spider plant and a pothos that had been going strong for years despite me only remembering to water them once a month. If that.

These plants looked finicky. But I would give them my best, absentminded chance.

I really should have driven through, gone straight back to Shady Valley. I had a month’s worth of errands to run thanks to the newest bartender not being able to cut it, so I’d been taking extra shifts.

Great for my bank account.

Hell for my life.

But that was just it, I guess.

I didn’t really have much of a life anymore.

Which was what had me driving into the heart of Vegas instead of going home.

I wanted one night without chores, responsibilities, or work.

A couple of drinks. That fantastic endless pasta bar. Maybe some dancing or a show.

Then it was right back to Shady Valley.

I had about half a dozen people to interview for the bartender opening bright and early the next morning.

Grabbing my purse, I climbed out of my car and went to my trunk, grabbing the overnight bag I always kept around, just in case. A change of clothes, some snacks, condoms, and cash.

I got myself a room, took a couple of minutes to throw on some makeup and change out of “seeing my aunt who I was pretty sure was starting to steadily lose her grip on reality” clothes to my “maybe I can get some ass” clothes. Meaning the typical little black dress—heavy on the tits, but with a decently modest hemline—and high red heels that matched my lipstick.

Add a splash of perfume, fluff the hair, grab my bag, and I was heading downstairs to the bar.

It was there that I saw a familiar face.

Pretty boy, lots of ink, charm oozing out of his pores.

Sway.

And he was absolutely surrounded by women.

A smile tugged at my lips as I watched him seamlessly juggle four women at once.

It wasn’t even the first time.

Even though Shady Valley was a reasonably smallish town, he somehow always managed to have all the women surrounding him. It was a skill that never failed to impress me.

I mean, they weren’t always even young, impressionable chicks who fell for a throwaway compliment.

He could charm the intelligent, successful older women as well. Ones who had been around the block a few times, who knew all the roads and where they led.

They still ate it up.

Personally, I liked my guys with darker hair and even darker souls.

But even I could admit he was hot.

And if he caught me in a vulnerable enough moment, I was sure I could fall for it all too.

My gaze slid around the bar, finding Crow and Detroit having a conversation over a few beers.

Riff and Raff, as usual, were nowhere to be found. The absent biker brothers. Always on the road.

I thought maybe Slash had found a chick to take to bed before I found him near the corner of the bar, watching a trio of pretty chicks whose sashes said they were part of a bachelorette party. The actual bride was part of Sway’s little posse of women.

He seemed to be struggling with his decision for a moment before making his way toward them.

One girl saw him, her face fell, then she’d nudged her friends, who all looked as well, before they all scurried away.

A sigh escaped me as I watched Slash nod his head, as if he knew they were going to spook and run off.

Then he turned, went back to the bar, and sat, shoulders down, back hunched, head down. Dejected.

I’d seen the same scene more than a few times back at The Bog which he and his men frequented.

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He was busy trying to keep his demons at bay. When one night, a woman crosses his path. And nearly kills him for sticking his nose where it didn’t belong. He could never clearly imagine settling down and starting a future with someone. Until he found a woman whose demons played well with his own. She never wanted anything to do with any man again. It was part of the reason she went off-grid and away from society. Until her work pulls her out of her seclusion, and fate sends an annoyingly good-looking biker to completely ruin her job. And maybe screw up her plans to spend the rest of her life alone…
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CHAPTER ONE

Crow

“Stop being such a pussy,” Raff demanded, grabbing the back of Riff’s neck hard in an attempt to keep him from squirming.

“When you’re the one getting a bullet fished out of your back, you can talk to me about who is being a pussy,” Riff growled as his knuckles went white on the edge of the table.

Why we were letting Raff play the doctor was anyone’s guess, given that literally any of the rest of us would likely do a quicker and less painful job.

Raff looked like he was mining for gold.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Riff hissed, sweat starting to pour down his temples.

“He’s looking a little gray,” Detroit said, looking over at me. “Maybe you should put him out of his misery.”

I guess, at the end of the day, if I was getting a bullet pulled out of me, I wouldn’t want it done by a twin brother who had a lifetime of small resentments to take out on me.

“Yeah,” I agreed, moving forward to grab the tweezers out of Raff’s hand, then leaning over his brother’s back to see the mess he’d made of the bullet hole.

But if I squinted, I could make out the outline of the metal through all the blood.

Target in mind, I plunged the tweezers in one more time, grabbing the bullet, and dropping it into the coffee mug on the table with a satisfying little ping.

“Thank fuck,” Riff said, letting out a choked breath as he reached for the bottle of whiskey, knocking off the cap, and taking a long swig.

“Alright,” Slash said, coming down from the floor above, still pulling a ribbed tank down over his body. “The fuck is it I hear about getting shot?” he asked as his eyes scanned the room, landing on Riff’s back. “The fuck happened?”

“Dunno. Never had this kind of trouble before. Not here in Cali, anyway,” Riff explained. “We’ve run into issues in the south, when we are picking up the guns. But never on the way back here. Seems like someone knows what we are up to, and wanted to stop us or steal from us. The car is fucked up.”

“We can handle the car,” Slash said, shrugging that off. “We need details on the attack.”

“Wish we had more,” Riff said, taking another swig of the whiskey as I reached for the alcohol to clean out the wound. “We were taking that turn over off of Forrest. One car cut us off at the front. Black sedan. Nothing fancy. Two guys got out. Bandanas up to here,” he said, motioning to everything below the eyes. White guys. Dark hair. That’s all I could see before they started shooting. Raff got low and tried to exchange fire. I reversed, then sped the fuck out of there.”

“It’s not exactly a secret what we do here,” Detroit reasoned, shrugging. “Finances are getting tight for a lot of folks. Could see some dumb-ass kids thinking they could make some easy money by taking our supply.”

“And they’ve probably been watching long enough to know you two come in alone,” Sway said, coming in from the bathroom with some gauze and wound tape.

“That changes now,” Slash said, focusing on Riff’s back for a moment. “Anytime you are heading in with a drop, you call us with a time that you’ll be crossing the state line, and we will meet you there.”

“I’m sure it was just a one-time thing,” Riff said, trying to deescalate the situation as I slapped the tape onto the gauze covering his wound, then turned away to wash my hands.

“I’m not so sure,” Slash said.

“We did get ambushed over in Vegas not that long back,” I said, shrugging, still able at times to see the blood on my hands as I looked down at them, feeling that familiar tingle of pleasure that danced across my nerve endings.

“It wasn’t that long ago that we were back at the mother chapter in Navesink Bank and were ambushed,” Sway piped in. “They are a much older crew with a tough reputation. And someone still tried to step to them. We’re pretty new here still,” he added. “It’s probably not isolated. It probably will happen again.”

“Exactly,” Slash said, nodding. “We should be safe here, but when we are outside of the clubhouse, we are vulnerable. Better to keep ranks close for shit that involves bringing in supply or taking it out. Judge, you know anyone in prison who might have been talking shit about stepping to us?”

Judge sighed hard as his girl hopped up off his lap so he could get to his feet and walk closer.

“Honestly, think most of the fucks who were in there, have been in there since before you came to town. Which might actually be the problem.”

“How’s that?”

“Well, if you’re fresh out, and your old crew has moved on, or you feel big and bad enough now to start a new crew. You know you can’t step to the Murphy family because they’ve had a foothold here for generations. And while the Novikoffs might be new, I think everyone knows you don’t fuck with the Bratva. It’s like stepping to the Italian mob. But a biker club? One that doesn’t have that many members yet? I could see some fresh out guy thinking they had what it takes to step to this club.”

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Judge I had no idea what was in store for me since getting locked up. With my old organization gone, and freedom looming, though, I had a visitor with an offer I couldn’t refuse. A new career path. As an arms-dealing biker. Everything seemed to be on track. Until I put my hands on the one woman in town who I wasn’t allowed to touch… Delaney I’d secretly had a crush on him before he went away to prison. I’d been too young at the time, but his years away changed all that. So when he walked into the bar I was working at and asked me if I wanted to leave with him, I didn’t even hesitate. But Judge didn’t want anything serious. And there were forces beyond our control that demanded we stay apart. Even with their threats looming, though, we couldn’t seem to stay away from each other. Until an enemy threatened to tear us apart for good…
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CHAPTER ONE

Judge

I couldn’t help but wonder if it would be the last time I’d hear the prison buzzer, or the clanking sound of the doors opening and closing.

The smug looks of the C.O.s as I made my way out said “I’ll see you again real soon.”

And, well, they might not have been wrong.

It wasn’t like I was a changed man. I hadn’t “seen the light.”

And I didn’t need to “find God.” I knew exactly where God was. I just knew my lifestyle was going to send me down to hell. I’d made peace with that.

So there was no reason to change my ways now.

Besides, I thought, as I walked out the doors, slipping the chain I’d been locked up with over my head, I had an offer that was hard to pass up.

There weren’t a whole lot of options in the area for an ex-con.

And it was hard to get by on the outside after so long inside if you didn’t have some cash saved up. Whatever I had hidden away, no doubt, had been discovered and taken by someone else by now.

Four years.

To the goddamn day.

I served every minute of my sentence.

But at least it meant I didn’t have some fucking parole officer breathing down my back.

Especially since I was planning on taking them up on their offer.

The Shady Valley Henchmen.

I had no fucking idea who they were or where they came from. All I knew was that they ran guns, and one of them showed up for visitation one day to ‘catch up’ once I got out.

Since I clearly didn’t know the guy, I was going to go ahead and imagine he was looking to recruit new members to his club.

I didn’t know a whole fuckuva lot about bike clubs, but I did know that gun runners made bank.

And that was what I could use.

“You Judge?” a voice asked, making me turn to find a guy standing on the sidewalk outside the prison gates.

“That’s me,” I agreed, making my way closer.

He was a tall, fit, but not bulky guy with black hair, a square face, and features that were either East Asian or Native American, or maybe a combination of both. Black and gray ink snaked up his throat and down his arms, and he had matching cheek piercings.

“Crow,” he said, giving me a quick shake. “Slash sent me to pick you up.”

Slash being the guy who’d visited me in prison. The president of the Shady Valley Henchmen.

“If you’re still interested, that is,” he added, brow inching up.

“I’m interested. Gotta be honest, I don’t know dick about MCs, but I’m a quick study.”

“We didn’t either until Slash got tapped on the shoulder to open a club,” Crow told me, shrugging. “There’s not that much to know. Slash said you came from an organized background.”

And by ‘organized,’ he meant crime. Organized crime. Mob-type shit.

Which had always been thriving in Shady Valley.

“I did,” I agreed.

“Then you understand the general ranking and shit. Not too much else to know. We wear cuts. Ride bikes. Run guns. Then we spend the rest of the time partying and fucking around.”

“Sounds like the kind of place I’d fit right in,” I told him, following him over toward a black SUV parked down the street.

“Figured riding bitch wouldn’t be your style,” Crow said. “So I bought the SUV.”

And with that, we were climbing in, and heading out.

I hadn’t seen my hometown in years. But, the fact of the matter was, sleepy-ass towns like Shady Valley never really changed all that much. Aside from maybe a fresh coat of paint slapped on here or there and maybe a new mom-and-pop down on Main Street, it was all pretty much the same.

Shady Valley was an unlikely place to find so many criminal syndicates. Located in one of the most rural parts of California, just on the other side of Death Valley, we didn’t have the kind of population or local attractions that would pull people in. That, mixed with the fact that we didn’t have that desirable warm-all-the-time weather like they did on the coast, and Shady Valley had become a bit of a dying town.

There had been a manufacturing plant a couple decades back that had made people flock in. Good hours, good pay, a thriving union. It seemed like the area was up-and-coming.

But when the plant went belly-up, the town damn near collapsed until the prison went up, offering jobs. Not great ones, but jobs that allowed the locals to continue to stay around.

“You gotta be shitting me,” I said when Crow pulled the SUV into an oversized parking lot, the pavement cracked and growing weeds.

“We needed space,” Crow said. “And you’d be surprised what kind of deal you can get on a dilapidated old manufacturing plant.”

“What do you need so much space for?” I asked, climbing out.

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