PROLOGUE
That’s it.
Oh my God.
Do you feel that?
Yes. Please. More.
Every inch.
Yes.
Fuck.
Oh, God.
Look at you taking my cock like a good little girl.
I’m . . . so . . . close.
You gonna come for me?
Please. Yes. Please.
Give it to me then.
Yes.
Fuck yes!
FUUUUUUUCK!!
CHAPTER ONE
SAYLOR
THANKSGIVING
The noise around me is nothing different from any other time that I’ve been here, but today it is becoming to be too much. I don’t know how much longer I can do this.
I look toward my brother sitting at my left, then around the room at all the tables and chairs filled with various other bikers and their family members, and I feel nothing. I am empty. Having Thanksgiving dinner in the Kings of Anarchy MC clubhouse isn’t anything new to me. Hell, I’m twenty-seven and have eaten almost every holiday meal in this place ever since I was a little kid, but today is the first time that I have felt out of place in the crowded and noisy room.
Ever since our dad Donnie died seven months ago, after his horrible year long battle with lung cancer, I have felt like I’ve been doing nothing much but floating through life. I spent the last six months of his life caring for my dad, taking him to all his appointments, making sure he took his medications, changing his sheets, even bathing him in the end . . . that gave me purpose. I was there for him in his time of need. But as soon as he was gone, it seemed like the world kept spinning and I was stuck watching it all fly by around me.
Don’t get me wrong, I know Frenzy cares about me, but he has so much going on with the club that I sometimes wonder if he even sees me sometimes. He is my older brother, by less than two years, and he is one of my best friends, but he has his own life that I have very little part in.
Growing up, Scott—sorry, Frenzy—always has had the goal of being part of the Kings of Anarchy Motorcycle Club . . . and he did when he was old enough. Once he turned eighteen, he wentthrough the phases of hangaround, prospect, then becoming a fully patched member. I was so proud of him the day he came to see me at work, wearing his new cut with all the special badges on it. It’s been almost ten years since and I still couldn’t be happier of him. This life makes him happy, but it also keeps a wall between us.
Our dad was a friend of the club because of the construction work he did for them in renovating their clubhouse and various member’s homes, but he was never a patched member. That meant that we were always on the outside of the inner circle, and I have always been fine with that. At least I always thought I was.
Now I’m beginning to wonder if I am nothing more than the making of my raising. Is being a biker’s sister, on the outside looking in, all I’m supposed to be?
Before I know it, dinner is done and everyone starts getting up and clearing the table. I grab my plate and silverware, along with Frenzy’s since he is busy chatting with Rourke who is on the other side of him, and head for the kitchen. I think this is my time to duck out, hopefully undetected by my brother, and head home. I appreciate the invitation to spend the holiday here, but my social interaction battery is just about empty.
I make it out the side door, and about three steps toward the parking area where my car is amongst the other vehicles and bikes, before my luck runs out.
“Saylor!” Frenzy hollers from inside before he stomps out, letting the screen door slam behind him. “Where are you going?”
