PROLOGUE
Saylor
I fuckin’ hate this!
There are days when I wish I had a normal life. You know the kind where my dad’s a mailman and mom’s a teacher. Senna and I go to school and have a group of girlfriends we hang with. I date a nice boy and go off to college and become successful.
I know that sounds boring as hell, but maybe that’s what I need. Boring and mundane. Not being shot at by crazy fuckers after my sister and I. Why you ask? Because we are the daughters of an MC president.
Days like today I would do anything for normal. If I didn’t love my family so much, I would leave this town and not look back. I can’t leave my sister, my parents, the club or the man who drives me mad at every turn.
Asher Banks, known by his club brothers as Capone and the bane of my existence. The man is the biggest slut in the clubhouse. He will fuck anything with a pussy and two tits. He is far from picky and it makes me wanna puke.
He came to the Ace of Spades MC about five years ago. He came in as a hang around. He quickly got his prospect cut and put in his time. When dad realized that he was a genius with numbers, once he was patched, he put him to work. Asher is the treasurer and does all the books for the club.
He may be smart and the sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on, but I can’t stand him. He is cocky and condescending and that sexy smirk he gives me. Ugh! I want to smack it off his face. He knows that it pisses me off and I know he does it on purpose. He loves to get me riled up and knows exactly which buttons to push.
I push all thoughts of him out of my head as I go to the bar to grab a drink. It’s been a shit night and I need help to calm my frayed nerves. Walking into the main room I see a few guys scattered around sleeping, thankfully no Capone. I’m not in the mood for him tonight.
I walk around the bar and grab a bottle of tequila and a shot glass. I pour myself a shot and throw it back, letting the burn seep into my system. I pour another drinking it down. Before I can pour a third, I hear noises coming from the kitchen.
It’s probably one of the Chica’s getting something to eat. I ignore it and take another shot. A loud bang startles me so I grab the knife lying on the counter under the bar. Slowly, I make my way to the kitchen, ready to gut a bitch.
I push the door open slowly, hoping not to startle whoever is in there. I ease the door open and the scene before me stops me in my tracks. Capone is lying on the table with his pants down around his ankles. He has a Chica riding his cock reverse cowgirl style while another is grinding her pussy all over his face.
I know that he’s a slut but really, on the kitchen table. That’s fucking gross, I mean we all eat there.
I drop the knife on the counter startling them all. The girl on his face rolls off when she sees me and the one riding his cock stops mid stroke. Capone looks up, upon seeing me grabbing the girl on his cock and tossing her off. He jumps off the table trying to pull his pants up without falling on his ass.
“Saylor,” he says his voice sounding odd. As if he’s guilty. As if. No way he feels guilty about doing what he always does.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account. Make sure you disinfect the table.” I say as I turn to leave. I’m so not in the mood for this tonight. I look back over my shoulder before leaving, giving him some advice. “And Capone, you may want to disinfect your mouth, no idea where Mal’s pussy has been. Gross!” With that, I walk through the door grabbing my tequila and head back to my room and attempt to drink that sight out of my head.
***
Capone
Fuck!
This is the last thing I need right now. I have been trying to get Saylor to see me as more than the man-whore she likes to call me. I want to be the man who deserves to be with her and what do I do? Let my dick do the thinking. It’s fucking hard core knowing that we can’t be with these women. I have watched her grow up and that has been agony because all I have wanted to do since she turned sixteen was sink my dick balls deep into her and fuck her every way till Sunday. Her father though, Ace my Prez., was a hard, cold man. He was rough and screamed authority. He has an edge to him that even I don’t wanna cross, but fuck me, my dick and heart want to do different. That is a problem cause I like breathing and I don’t quite fancy my dick out on a platter for all the boys to see and that’s just what Ace will do. Serve it up to the whole club and then stick a bullet in my ass. Fuck, look at what he just did to Viper. Shot him and he hadn’t even slept with Senna yet. The only reason he got a bullet to the arm was because he’s needed, he’s the enforcer and the VP’s son.
We have a hit tomorrow on a Warehouse and it really could go either way. These guys that have us by the balls right now, threatening the club and the girls. They hold all the cards. I just needed to take the edge off as I don’t take too kindly to someone threatening a girl who stole my heart the moment her steel blue eyes locked with mine over the bar just after she turned 16. She was dressed in an Ace of Spades tank with some daisy duke shorts, screaming sex kitten and hell for my soul. She was a death warrant signed, sealed and fucking delivered right to my cock. We have spent years playing a secret game with each other. So, I sat out here after she went up to bed and drank way more whiskey than I should have and smoked way too many blunts. The Chica’s came down after servicing the other chapter’s men and well my dick grew and they just know what I like, and how I like it. Was I a fool? Fuck yes, but hey, one you deny is one you can never make up for. I’m a sick man and a threesome is what gets my dick hard. Saylor walking in was something I had never expected. They usually never venture down at night from their rooms. Bad luck she did just that on this one night.
I finish buttoning my pants and fixed my zipper when Mal comes over and starts rubbing all over me. I push her away and don’t look back when she screeches my name. I haven’t been with any of the club girls in over a month. Between club business and watching over Saylor, I haven’t had time to get my dick wet. Fuck and now look. I spent how many hours at the safe house just watching her, holding her as my cock grew to almost explosion. I never crossed the line as much as she wanted me to, begged me to fuck her. That’s not what I want for her. I want it to mean something coz the moment I take her she’s mine and I mean MINE. I will claim her sassy ass and take whatever bullet comes from that.
Let’s be honest, I don’t want anyone else but Saylor. Chica’s are only good for one thing and Saylor Austin is levels above these bitches. She is smart, loyal, honest and the sexiest fucking woman I have ever seen. From the first time I saw her, I knew she would give me a run for my money. She challenges me like no one else can and it makes my dick hard. So, damn hard she plays with more than my mind. She has my soul and all the fibres of my DNA on attention. She takes away the numb feeling from being in this life.
I hurry to make my way to my room, quickly step out of my clothes and take a scalding hot shower. I need to get the smell and feel of skanks off me before I go and grovel, well beg her, and plead that it isn’t what it looked like. Fuck me sideways, how did I ever think this would end in a good way. Either way she gets hurt and a broken heart. I get shot. I’m not the type of man that’s good for her soul, but shit, I wanna be a better man when she’s around. When her eyes look at mine, she makes me wanna change. Once my skin has been scrubbed raw, I dry off and get dressed quickly. Brushing my teeth and rinsing with mouthwash, I feel more like myself. The buzz I had is gone and I’m stone, cold sober as I make my way to her room and into the lion’s den.
CHAPTER ONE
Capone
I don’t even knock; I just walk right in clicking the door softly behind me. It’s like she was waiting, ready to pounce on me. Shit starts getting thrown at me as she sits on her bed, her knees pulled around her chest and her arms flinging shit left right and centre. I am dodging them like I’m going 12 rounds with Mike fucking Tyson.
“Babe. Fuck. Chill,” I plead before her bedside lamp cracks me up the side of my skull.
“You are such a dick,” she yells at me, jumping from the bed, propelling herself at me. Her tiny body clad in just a small pair of cotton shorts and a tank that has ridden up showing off her stunning skin.
