Rebel Souls MC Book 3: Built for Sin
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Chapter 1
Book 3: Built for Sin
BENDER
I was hundreds of miles from home, at least a two-hour ride. I hadnāt meant to come this far by myself. Hopefully, I hadnāt been stupid enough to ride out of non-neutral territory.
My head was usually a messāone too many hits without head protection when Iād been boxingābut itād been worse since I did what I did.
Iād killed a woman.
Nathan had ordered it. And it had to be done. Those crazy bitches would have killed Rachel, the clubās first lady.
Honestly, I didnāt even remember if it was Stacy or Rain who Iād ended. Iād never killed anyone like that before, straight shot to the head, and especially not a woman.
When Striker had me prisoner in the underground boxing ring, Iād put a couple guysā lights out for good. But that was different. It was kill or be killed.
But now, guilt ate at me.
Iād broken the rule I valued mostānever hurt a woman.
And none of my brothers knew how much I was struggling with this. Seal had pulled the other trigger.
He seemed to be dealing with it better than I was, but even on a good day he was an emotionless robot, a government-trained assassin. If a woman was deemed a threat it didnāt go against his code to end her.
Only mine.
And the clubās.
But I guess now we were making exceptions when the women were sociopaths and psychopaths and threatened one of our women.
Rightfully so.
Probably.
But that didnāt make it any easier.
Seal and I had pulled the triggers while Bear and Tank had been the ones to dispose of the bodies.
Itād been nearly three months. Prez and Rachel had gotten married and were currently on their honeymoon.
Theyād left Hawk in charge of the club and watching him flounder had been my only solace in the last few weeks.
Pulling to the shoulder of the highway, I parked my bike and pulled out my burner phone. Luckily, there were no missed calls. Hawk would have killed me if heād needed me and I was this far away.
Looking out over the lookout, I could see mountains and valleys for endless miles. It was a damn good view. But it was too quiet out here all by myself.
The quiet let my mind wander, took me back to all those years ago.
No matter how far and how fast I ran, I couldnāt escape it. I was free now. My body was anyway. But my mindā¦ My mind would never be free from the things that haunted me.
The guys knew as little about my past as I got away with telling them.
My fighting history was what sold Hawkās old man on me and gave me a chance to prospect. Iād told him the bare bones of it. He hadnāt been president anymore at the time, but heād still vouched for me.
But nobody knew about the nightmares. That weed wasnāt just a hobby but a way to keep them at bay.
All my brothers had come from unstable home lives. It just came with the territory.
And Iām sure mine wasnāt worse than some of them, but Iād never know.
We werenāt known to sit around in a circle trading stories and talking about our feelings.
As much as I tried to fight it, the ride did not keep my mind clear like it usually did.
Instead, I was pulled back twelve years and was a fourteen-year-old kid all over again. Iād been as big then as I was now, never having gone through those awkward lanky years.
I went from a kid covered in baby fat to looking like I was a fully grown man what seemed like overnight.
My mom had been an addict. And I hadnāt seen her in more than ten years. My old man was never around. Hell, my mom probably didnāt even know who she was.
We were on the verge of homelessness, her addiction finally taking all of our money, even what she earned selling her body.
Thatās when Striker had come to my rescue. Or so I thought at the time.
He was my momās pimp, dealer, and sometimes boyfriend. He was the reason she was always black and blue. If it wasnāt her arms from the track marks, it was her eyes from his hands.
One time Iād come home from school and found him beating the hell out of her in our shitty apartment. Finally big enough to defend her, Iād snapped.
Charging him from the doorway Iād pulled him off her and thrown him to the ground. Jumping on top of him Iād pummeled him into the floor, breaking his nose, busting his lip, and blackening both his eyes.
It still wasnāt enough. Not after all heād put my mother through. She may have been an addict, a junkie, but she was still my mom. And the only parent I had.
When heād finally managed to throw me off him, heād pulled a gun from the waistband of his pants, cocked it back, and pushed it to the middle of my forehead.
Like Iād done with Rain or Stacy.
Iād been convinced that was going to be the end of my young life. My murder would go unsolved, just like every other murder in the projects Iād grown up in.
Instead, heād smirked at me, pulled the gun away from my head, and spat blood onto the linoleum kitchen floor.
āThatās quite a punch, kid. You interested in making some cash?ā
āYes.ā
Iād answered without thinking about the potential consequences. What did a fourteen-year-old kid know about potential consequences anyway?
Not a damn thing.
Striker had given me a business card with an address written on the back. āTomorrow. Nine p.m. Donāt be late.ā
Iād nodded, studying the card before pocketing it.
Heād left me in the middle of the bloodied kitchen, my mom still bleeding from her head while she was passed out from the drugs or knocked out from the beating. I couldnāt be sure which.
The white powder on the counter was a usual sight, but I did something for the first time Iād never dared do before. I brushed it into the sink before washing it down the drain and washing my hands.
When Mom had finally come to, sheād been so out of it that she thought sheād already snorted all the blow before she passed out.
Lucky for me, because if sheād known, she would have beaten me. And despite being nearly a foot taller than she was and ninety pounds heavier, I wouldnāt defend myself against her.
She had enough men who tossed her around. I wouldnāt allow her own son to be one of them.
The next night, the first night Iād fought in the cage, that was the night my life changed.
I still didnāt know if it was for better or worse.
If Striker hadnāt pulled me into the fighting ring, I probably would have ended up in jail.
I wasnāt stupid, but I also wasnāt smart enough to earn a scholarship to college, which would have been my only other ticket out of the life path I was on.
If it werenāt for him, I may have ended up just like my mother. Strung out and waiting for death.
Instead, I was tossed into a caged ring with a man twice my age but no bigger than I was.
The cage wasnāt a fight to the death, but you werenāt allowed to stop until somebody tapped out. And when their pride got in the way, men would rather get beat to death than tap out.
Two years later, and barely sixteen, Iād killed my first opponent.
When Iād gone to the ring for the first time, my opponent tapped out in the first round. Heād underestimated me because of my age. He didnāt even land a hit.
Iād been so damn proud. Iād strutted around like a damn king at the after party. Been treated like one too.
Striker had one of his girls take me into a bedroom at his house and show me a good time. She took my virginity. She was twenty-four and Iād been fourteen.
I hadnāt realized at the time how fucked up the entire thing was.
I did now.
But despite everything itād put me through, I couldnāt regret it. Because without all those experiences, good and bad, I never would have found the Rebel Souls. My brothers.
I hadnāt had a true family growing up. And as dysfunctional as we wereādrinking and smoking and fuckingāthey were my family. We lived together and died together.
Even though I couldnāt regret the years Iād spent fighting for Striker, it didnāt mean it hadnāt left me completely fucked in the head.
Iād had more concussions than I could count. Nightmares made sleeping nearly impossible. And some days the demons straight up won, making it too difficult for me to fight them.
Those days I spent blazed out of my mind, sitting in the clubhouse, letting my soul sucker of the month do whatever she wanted to me under the table.
I wasnāt proud of it, but it was how I coped.
Forcing thoughts of my past from my mind, I focused on the wide-open road in front of me.
Ever since Rachel came around, Hawk had been less than subtle about his desire for an old lady.
Iād managed to keep mine hidden, but Iād be lying if I said I didnāt want that too.
Iād never seen a healthy relationship growing up. Truthfully, I wasnāt sure what Nathan and Rachel had could be qualified as healthy or normal. But I guessed that was all relative anyway.
They loved each other beyond reason. Hawk found it sickening, making him jealous. I found it inspiring, making me want the same thing.
Either way you cut it, it was what we were both searching for.
I think what everyone was truly searching for.
But how were we ever supposed to meet anyone in this line of work? The only girls at the clubhouse were the soul suckers.
Did it make me a hypocrite that I didnāt want to claim a woman whoād been with half my brothers when Iād slept with half of them too? Yup. But that didnāt stop it from being true.
Besides, they were all too skinny for my taste.
They never ate. At least not that I saw.
Donāt get me wrong, I fell solidly into the āall bodies are beautifulā line of thinking. I just preferred whoever was beneath me to have something for me to grab on to.
A lot of something.
Regardless of my personal taste and preference, where was I supposed to meet anyone?
The girls that came on the weekends usually just wanted to say theyād slept with a brother. Bragging rights to their friends since our reputation was well known in town. Hell, the entire county and state.
The county line was finally coming into view, which meant I was almost home. The clubhouse had been home for three years, since Iād been nearly twenty-four and finally escaped Striker.
Three years with the club and Iād climbed the ranks quicker than anybody ever had, earning my way to third in command.
Nathan and Hawk had been destined for their ranks, but mine had been earned through loyalty, sweat, and blood.
The sun was starting to set by the time I got pulled into the driveway at the clubhouse. Parking my bike in line with the rest, I climbed off and headed inside.
Barbara was bartending with Brenda. She hadnāt been around in a while. Tank was nowhere to be seen, which was probably why she was around.
Hawk was sitting in his usual spot, Bubbles and Hands with him.
Walking past the bar, I took the three fingers of whiskey Brenda offered to me. āThanks, sweetheart.ā I smiled gratefully at her.
She was too good to us and we didnāt deserve her. Selfishly, I hoped she never figured that fact out.
āWhere you been?ā Hawk asked when I slid into the booth.
āNowhere.ā I shrugged. āJust riding.ā
āAlone.ā
āNo current danger,ā I said.
That was true. Who knew how long it would remain true, but it was. We didnāt currently have any enemies coming after us.
Not that we knew about anyway.
Hawk grunted while I grunted in return.
Bubbles and Hands were gossiping about something. I didnāt care enough to pay attention. It probably had something to do with Bubbles doing something ridiculously stupid, per usual.
Hawk rubbed his temples, taking deep breaths like he was in pain.
āWhatās wrong with you?ā I asked, taking a sip of my whiskey.
āWhen the hell is Prez coming back?ā
āNext week,ā I said. He should know that.
āI know!ā he snapped.
āWho peed in your whiskey? The fuck is wrong with you?ā
āThese fuckers are killing me.ā He motioned around the room.
The clubhouse was always home base for all types of fuckery. Public sex. Public group sex. Weed. Booze. But without Prez to keep everyone in line, there was even more craziness than usual.
āPayback?ā I asked, quirking an eyebrow at him. When Nathan was in charge, he was usually full steam ahead with the shenanigans, but now that he was in charge, he hated it. āKarma?ā
Flipping me the bird, he took a long swig of his whiskey while I laughed at him.
The clubhouse was covered in a light layer of smoke, making it difficult to see everything that was going on.
āCome on,ā Hawk said. āWe gotta go.ā
āWhere?ā
āMayorās.ā
Shit. Our weekly meeting. Prez usually went with us, but the task fell to me and Hawk with him out of town.
Why did they even need a honeymoon? Rachel was already knocked up.
āKeep everyone alive,ā Hawk said to Hands before standing. Weaving our way through the mass of bodies that had collected on the dance floor, we walked toward the exit.
The cool, late-fall night air hit me smack in the face. During the day, with the sun warm and high, the temperature was reasonable, but as soon as the sun set, I froze my balls off.
Some days I missed the Florida heat.
But that was all I missed of that place.
Hawk was the first to pull out and I followed him, headlight shining down the two-lane road.
The ride to the mayorās didnāt take that long, but we had to come in from the back way. He didnāt have any direct neighbors, but if we were seen riding in from the main road it would raise questions.
Not that everyone in town didnāt already know he was in our pocket. As was the sheriff. And the district representative. And one of our senators. And the governor.
We had enough law enforcement on our side to prevent us from ever having to go to jail.
Not that we were involved in illegal activities.
Not anything that could be proved anyway.
Pulling up to the large house, we climbed off our bikes. My eyes were pulled to the upstairs bedroom window when I saw the curtain move.
Walking up the landing steps, Hawk rang the doorbell before putting his hands in his pockets, taking a relaxed, neutral stance while we waited for the mayor to open the front door.
āDavis,ā Hawk greeted him with his last name only.
āBoys,ā he said, opening the door and allowing us to enter.
We didnāt need to be shown around as we made our way through the familiar space and to the kitchen. The bottle of Blantonās Single Barrel bourbon was already sitting on the counter.
This was the only time we got to drink such expensive booze. Not because we couldnāt afford it but because the rest of the club would drink it like it was water.
And Iād learned the lesson of keeping good booze in my room at the club. As soon as someone knew about it, everyone knew about it. And then suddenly, everyone wanted to be drinking buddies.
Fuckers.
Mayor Davis poured us each a glass of the bourbon before we sat on the bar stools at the breakfast bar. He remained standing on the opposite side.
āHere,ā Hawk said, pulling an envelope out full of large bills and sliding it across the counter.
Mayor Davis peeked inside before tucking it into an inside pocket of his suit jacket.
āAny trouble I should know about coming?ā he asked.
āNope. Weāre all good,ā Hawk answered.
āThatās what I like to hear.ā He nodded, lifting his glass slightly in our direction. āWhen is Prez back?ā
āNext week,ā I said.
āYou tired of doing business with me already?ā Hawk asked, mock offense in his voice.
Mayor Davis snorted. āCourse not. Just making conversation. Itās what we do. What sets us apart from the animals. We drink and make small talk while we do business.ā
Said every gangster and outlaw and crooked lawman in history. I chuckled at my own thoughts before clearing my throat to cover it up.
When we heard a stair squeak, all three of our heads snapped in the direction of the staircase.
āWhat was that?ā Hawk asked.
āMy daughter is upstairs with a friend,ā he replied quickly.
āWomen,ā Hawk said.
āToo nosy for their own good,ā the mayor said. āDonāt worry. Iāll straighten her out.ā
With those words, Hawk and I finished our bourbon before standing to leave.
Neither one of us agreed with the mayorās words. But Prez had given us strict orders to behave. And that meant agreeing like mindless robots. So we did.
The mayor walked us to the front door, saying goodbye.
On my walk toward the bikes, I couldnāt help glancing at the window again.
If you put a gun to my head, I wouldnāt be able to pick the mayorās daughter out of a lineup. Or the friend who was apparently in the house with her.
But glancing up, I saw two silhouettes shadowed through the curtains. One short and petite, the other tall and thick. Very thick.
I couldnāt help but watch her body move as a shadow. She was talking quickly with her hands, until her head snapped in the opposite direction and she disappeared from my view.
āYou cominā?ā Hawk asked, already on his bike.
āYeah,ā I said.
The entire ride back to the clubhouse I couldnāt help wondering if the girl thatād caught my eye was the mayorās daughter. Or if it was her friend.
And whoever she was, how would I find her again?
