Wicked Souls Mc Novels & Stories

I keep my arms crossed and my eyes on Adrianna as she brings out every single toy she has ever owned and shows Chance. Austin, Chance and I were the only ones that came here. Austin had Slice and Ghost go over to the hospital to keep an eye on Candy, Max is with Shawna, and Bone is with Abby while she visits Julia, Austin's mother. The rest of the old ladies were called and told not to come to the clubhouse. Since this is a threat to us, we are officially on lock down. It's strange knowing we were just betting on an MC not being real and it all being some elaborate scheme to get to our heads from Alberts, and now here we are not one hour later, trying to figure out who the hell the Rejects M

The entire pack wallowed in the criminal. He and Malcolm had their kinks, but they didn’t make a business out of trading in it. The Crimson Nights ran a private club for supernaturals and catered to their kinks. Anything from blood dolls, women who enjoyed being fed off of. To those searching for pain and torture. Those were extremes, but the club specialized in milder things as well. Jordan frequented the club’s milder side in the past. He had no problem with that. What he had an issue with was the rumours the people serving were trafficked, and it wasn’t their choice.

“I’ve been watching her today, you know, as Wolf said for me to do, and this woman doesn’t stop. Like, ever. Her work ethic is off the goddamn charts. I asked her if she maybe wanted to lie down for a couple of hours this afternoon, just because she’d been up since five, and she looked at me like I was insane. Said that she worked eighteen-hour days in that fucking cult and even though she was tired sometimes, she was used to it.” “Jesus,” Cowboy muttered. “She’s the very definition of a modern slave.” “Right?” Holt said. “I mean, I’m all for working hard, but you gotta play hard, too, you know?” Bang on cue, the door opened and a group of Satan’s regular bar babes came in. They were nice wo

The room breathes a breath of relief. “West? That is the territory of the Hell Raiders MC. They are not well known, they are fairly new. Why would they?...” “To make a name for themselves. So, who are the members who stole from my family?” I ask, looking at Hatchet. He walks away cussing and pulling on his greying pony tail. “Mother fuckers!” he kicks a bar stool, sending it crashing into the bar. Deanna moves to him and is saying something to him when he looks back at me and I see pity in his eyes.

Thinking on it Summer agreed with Michael's tactic towards dealing with Golden Ridge. "Should I contact Taylor and Reggie?" Summer asked. Taylor Wilson and Reggie Wilson were twin brothers from Serpent Kings that in the last six years had become Summer's right hand men and closest confidantes. They had been the first to accept her as heir and to swear loyalty to her after her father had announced that she would soon be the gangs new leader. "I think you and I and a few of my men will be plenty." Michael said darkly. Summer knew that Michael wasn't a huge fan of her men due to his terrible jealous streak.

Shall I send some of my boys to fetch her back, or will you bring her yourself? Xavier snarled, ‘Either way, she’s getting a fucking whipping when I get my hands on her, fucking ungrateful bitch needs to learn obedience before I hand her over to Samuel Morningstar.’ Maverick went cold. Morningstar was the Leader of Satan's disciples, a notorious MC coven that practised devil worship and treated its female members like slaves. They had no standing in their MC; all they were used for was sex, and he was heavily into human trafficking. Any woman foolish enough to fall into their clutches was used and quickly sold on for a healthy profit.

The thought of having someone there with me through all the pain and struggle— Fuck, I wish I never signed that contract. Molly whisks Rita away, leaving me alone with Orin. I lean back against the railing while I finish my drink, sloshing ice around the glass. He eyes me for a moment before producing two cigars. We light up and puff away. "If you decide to join our family, there will be some rules," he says softly, staring off toward the ocean, his face almost beatific as if he weren't talking about his criminal organization. "We'd expect certain things. Discretion. Loyalty. Above and beyond what you provide to other clients."

“Torches a club for a beating and we’ll have every crew in the city coming at us. I say we grab two of theirs and send them back twice as fucked up.” Ghost groans loudly. “You know… I’ve had zero fucking fun or decent work since that asshole Declan McCoy moved in and started clearing everything up. Give me something good for once.” He’s talking about the head of the local mafia. Even Vesper hasn’t had much to do lately, and she barely takes jobs anymore. I keep half an eye on the door while the guys keep arguing. My body is still here, listening to church, but my mind is somewhere else. I’m waiting for the sound of a key in the lock.

,she smiled. "This has everything Sebastian on every wolf in the pack and their family. Nico and Ken did all the leg work and I think we did a good job. I added our rogue pack members which are full members as well",I kissed her as I slipped it in my pocket and sat to eat. I needed a few hours of home life before I dove into the traitors I hope there is only the five of them. Once Ava is asleep I head to my home office and plug the memory stick in and start going through every pack member. So far nothing stands out but the whores and Macy. Then it shows a link to Macy and Joker that makes me angry. She helped him create the werewolf meth.

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?”