The Mc Novels & Stories

That didn't mean I agreed with them or wanted to continue my life with them. My Great Grandfather had founded the MC with his brother and their best friends. Since then, it had flourished. First under my Great Grandfathers rule as President, then under my Grandfathers and now under my Dads. My big brother, Len or Shooter as his patch stated would probable be next. If not him then Margo's big brother Ace aka, Bear.

I try to focus on the words, but the unease only grows stronger, crawling under my skin. I don’t like this. ‘Check for any threat around,’ I mind-link Dave. My jaw tightens as I wait for his response, knowing whatever is coming won’t be good. “On it, Alpha,” Dave replies, and the link disconnects. I try to stay calm, but it’s useless. My heartbeat refuses to slow, each thud loud in my ears. “And now,” the MC announces, his voice rising with excitement, “please welcome to the stage the founder of Quinn Medical. None other than. Elara Quinn.”

It wouldn’t be her ‘now’ tomorrow; maybe it wouldn’t be her ‘now’ ever again. They drank, then Aidan headed off back to the bar. Jo looked around again, more carefully, and saw that Zoe hadn’t been kidding when she’d said that Dangerous Curves was Bad Boy Central: it was positively teeming with dangerous biker types, though nobody was in a cut. She turned to Mac again, examined his long hair and laser-beam eyes, his tattoos and jeans and tight t-shirt. “Are you – are you in an MC too? You and King?” she asked, remembering how Silver hadn’t been wearing his club colors that night in Omaha. “Is that how you guys know Wolf and The Road Devils? And Zoe?”

“I’ll write down the place. It’s a storage space that the MC uses to keep about a dozen vehicles. They’re all registered in other states, and they’re totally legal. Two days ago, King registered a new one for you, so nobody in the club even knows about it.” “Registered to who?” Warren said. “Me and Shay?” “No. To the people that you’re going to be from now on.”

Someone wants me to ask and I don’t know who to ask. --- That evening, with the board session looming the next morning, Maya was reviewing her counter-documentation when Nadia called. “The M.C. foundation,” Nadia said. “I’ve gone through two more entity layers.” “What did you find?” “The foundation connected to M.C.—the one that owns the building the messages are coming from—it’s registered to a trust. The trust beneficiary is listed under an abbreviated form. Two initials and a surname.” “What initials?” “I.C. The surname is obscured in the filing—deliberately redacted at registration. But the initials and the operational signature—Maya, M.C. and I.C. are the same person. Different name var

May scanned the compound well as she got out, clutching her purse tighter because she couldn't afford to lose the money Edric had given her. There was a rusty car, covered in dust with one tire missing and it's windscreen broken. It was parked close to the dogs. May sucked in a deep breath trying to compose herself and stop her heart from jumping out. "Which one did you say was your house?" She asked, referring to the seven buildings in front of them. "There. The cream-colored one," he pointed at a building that was almost out of view from where they stood. The Banga tree leaves had hidden it.

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He interrupted my thoughts and I half expected him to go on because that sounded very much like an incomplete sentence to me. "AND THE COUNTDOWN IS GOING TO START NOW!" THE MC's voice boomed loudly over the microphone, echoing loudly throughout the whole stadium. The whole stadium became eerily quiet and I was sure that if a pin should drop, we'd hear the sound. "Now, repeat after me." The MC shouted again. Yes, he shouted even though he was using a microphone. "10" The whole stadium repeated after him and I double tapped the screen of my phone to see that the time was 11:59.

Beastie threw a dirty glance at the girl and turned back to face the gigantic TV screen. "You know him, always seeing the best in the wrong people," Lisa replied. By this time, McKay who was spinning the DJ controller couldn't help but notice their heated conversation and he didn't want to be left out on it. He soon came down to join them but did not miss the sight of the girl who stood alone and was looking around like a lost confused puppy. She wouldn't even sit down.

Mom announced but I paid less attention as I drank my wine. "Her name is Mackenzie." She said and I choked on my wine. "What? What did you say her name is?" I said after my cough stopped. "Well she's from the magical world and right there, they all have a name with the "M" initials so just like their Queen's and King's name starts with "M", same goes for the girl." Mom expounded and I sighed. "Mom, I asked you to repeat that name again. I didn't ask for their whole life history."