Biker Bound: The Lost Souls MC Series

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Biker Bound

The Lost Souls MC

 

 

 

By

 

Ellie R Hunter

 

Ellie R Hunter
Biker Bound
© 2014 Ellie R Hunter
Self-publishing
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This book is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters and situations within its pages and places or persons, living or dead, is unintentional and co-incidental.

 

 

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Also by Ellie R Hunter

 

The Lost Souls MC Series

Biker Bait

Biker Faith

 

&

 

Coming soon

 

Biker Born…Book 4 in

The Lost Souls MC Series

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Table of Contents

 

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Epilogue

Prologue

 

Looking around my pathetic one bedroom apartment it makes me want to burn the place to the ground. It’s beginning to fall down but the landlord doesn’t care as long as he gets his rent. The décor doesn’t bother me as you can barely see the walls for photographs and notes I have collected.

I know everything there is to know about the Lost Souls MC. I’m lost in this perpetual darkness that surrounds me. The darkness is their fault. They don’t know it yet but each and every one of them will be left broken…just like me. They took my life from me. I still breathe and live day by day but none of it means anything. Until my dying breath is taken I will not stop tormenting them until they are all in the ground or the club is torn apart. I’m prepared to risk my life to achieve their demise because I know if they catch me, they will kill me. I used to have everything. I had a home, I had a family and I had someone who I could depend on. All of that is gone now because of them.

The hatred I feel towards them is what fuels me. It gets me out of bed each morning and it’s the reason I don’t wish for death as I try to sleep each night.

I don’t mind playing games with them. It’s the only way I can find enjoyment these days. Days are long gone since I could find pleasure in simple things. I no longer have friends to laugh with. When I say everything was taken from me, I mean everything.

Slowly and meticulously I will repay the Lost Souls by taking everything I can from them.

 

Chapter One

 

Slade

 

Our supporting MC, the Devils Bastards, are in town. Business for both clubs has been going well and this weekend is all about celebrating.

“You not enjoying the party baby?”

I look over my shoulder to see Sarah. She’s dressed up to the nines or rather down to zero as she’s in next to nothing.

“Not particularly.”

“Anything I can do for you?” she smiles flirtatiously, wrapping her arm around my neck.

Since Cas and Sparky took on old ladies the girls at the club have flocked around us single brothers like glue. Each one hoping if they fuck us enough we’ll become too attached to them to let them go.

I’m not going to sit here and say I haven’t took advantage of this but each time I wake up the next morning or walk away from a quick fuck something in me hates myself a little more inside.

“Not tonight darlin’,” I grunt, rolling my shoulders away from her touch.

My brush off still doesn’t faze her and she inches closer.

“You sure there isn’t anything I can do?” she purrs, pushing her hand between my thighs and pressing down into my groin.

“I’m fuckin’ positive,” I growl, sliding off the stool. I was quite happy having a one man pity party on.

“Way to be an ass Slade. What’s wrong with you these days?” she calls after me.

Some of the guys around us shoot her glares but I carry on walking away.

On any other night I’d be drinking and having a laugh with my brothers and wouldn’t be brushing Sarah off. With my head not in the right place tonight I decide to head for home.

With everyone preoccupied with their drinks and women I manage to make it to the garage where my bike is parked without being noticed.

Opening the shutter so I can walk my bike out I’m greeted by Sparky’s lily white ass and his jeans pushed down round his legs.

He throws his head round at the commotion I make and like always he doesn’t care I had walked in on them.

“I hope that’s Bonnie hiding behind you,” I tease.

I know it’s her. For one, my brother would not screw around behind her back, especially when she’s in the same area and two, she doesn’t show her face in embarrassment. If it was one of the club girls they wouldn’t care about being caught.

“Of course it’s Bonnie, shithead. Now, do you mind fuckin’ off?”

“I’m only here for my bike, if you ask nicely I might close the shutter on the way out,” I laugh, knowing Bonnie would be mortified if anyone else saw them.

“Hey, where you goin’ anyway?” Sparky asks, still in the same position.

“Home. I’ll talk to you when you ain’t got your dick in your wife.”

I roll my bike clear out of the garage and pull the shutter down again.

I know my sinking mood hasn’t gone unnoticed by the club. Even my ma hears it on our brief but often phone calls. I can’t seem to shake it and the more I try, the deeper I sink. I have everything I need apart from the one thing I want most. I want someone to call mine. I don’t believe in love at first sight. I believe you can be blown over by someone’s appearance to the point you can’t think straight but to me, love means you love everything about that person and you aren’t able to come to the conclusion of love based on first appearances alone.

Over the last couple of years I have watched Cas and Sparky lose themselves into their women. The two guys I thought would never settle down yet here I am…alone.

Sparky joked a few months ago that I should get on my laptop and find myself a woman. I wouldn’t admit it to anyone especially my brothers but I had been tempted. As tempted as I was I didn’t want to pick a woman from photos and profiles that are probably full of bullshit lies about themselves. I wanted to hear her voice and see her face in person, to find out for myself what the woman is truly like. Also, what would I put on my profile? Lonely biker, lives life on the edge and on the wrong side of the law, possibility of being in danger is more frequent than not. Earns money by computer hacking and dealing in weapons.

I can only imagine what kind of women would reply. The same kind we have hanging around the club and I’m tired of those. They don’t do anything for me anymore, hence why I’m going home early on a Saturday night on my own.

 

Kristen

 

My stomach is a bundle of nerves as I drive into Willows Peak. I should have done this sooner, much sooner.

I quickly glance in the rear view mirror and remind myself why I decided to pack up and leave everything I know…Zachery.

I should have brought him sooner but with all the misery and struggle in my life, it just wasn’t possible.

My father battled with Parkinson’s disease for many years and during my unplanned pregnancy he took a turn for the worst. I held back going off to college and ran his pawn shop back east while my mom took care of him at home. Growing up around my dad who was always lively and boisterous with his customers and friends, to the weak timid man he was at the end was horrifying. Me and my mom both knew he only held on long enough to meet his grandson. When Zachery was six months old my father died at the age of fifty-seven. Nothing in this world could have held me together apart from Zachery. Eventually after selling the shop, my childhood home, my mom went to stay with her sister Helen. It’s then I decided it wasn’t fair to my son not to know his father any longer.

The last message I had from his father was that he was staying in Willows Peak and he was sorting himself out. I was only four months pregnant when I couldn’t make contact with him anymore. Then my father needed all my attention, from there everything went to shit.

The only problem I have now is finding him in this town. It has been over a year and a half since I last spoke to him and here I am, about to turn up on his doorstep and change his life forever.

After stopping at the local diner asking after him I was directed to a clubhouse by a non-too friendly, over-weight guy wearing a dirty apron with a name tag that read ‘Hank’. He must be the owner going by the name of the diner.

Back in the car and after four wrong turns I finally ended up outside two huge gates that are wide open with a guy dressed in leather staring intently at me.

If this is where he is then I have to go in. For a minute I thought the guy was going to stop me but he didn’t. Inside, bikes were parked everywhere and the ground was littered with beer bottles and if I wasn’t hallucinating, a guy was passed out on a picnic table.

What kind of place is this?

Stopping the car by what looked like a mechanics shop, I took a long deep breath and tried unsuccessfully to calm down. I look back at Zachery still asleep in his car seat and was debating what to do when a sudden knock at the window made me jump out of my skin.

I rolled the window down instead of getting out.

“I think you’re lost little girl,” the guy huffed.

His leathers and beard were a big give away that he was a biker and then it dawns on me, I have just driven into the middle of a biker club.

Isn’t that just fucking great? And now I have this old guy looking down at me, or more like down my top and I want to scream.

“I definitely agree with you. I’m looking for someone and I was pointed in this direction,” I told him.

He opened my door and swung his arm out in gesture for me to get out. I really wasn’t sure about this but I had to know if he was here.

“Who you lookin’ for? If I know him I’ll tell you where he is, but then again, I might keep you for myself,” he leered.

“Okay, for starters no one is keeping me and certainly not you and secondly, how do you know I’m looking for a guy?”

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