Layne's Capture (Blazing Outlaws MC, #6), page 1
Copyright 2021© Erin Osborne
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Layne’s Capture Blurb
Layne Carson
I grew up in the foster care system until I aged out at eighteen. For the most part, I got lucky with the families I was placed with, and they encouraged me to follow my dreams of having a career as a lawyer. When I meet the Blazing Outlaws MC, I find two men who immediately capture my attention; Gunner and Venom. Can I breech the barriers surrounding Gunner? Is Venom strong enough to weather the storm heading our way?
Danny 'Gunner' Jones
I've given my heart away once and got screwed over. Now, all I want is my club and the vast array of variety in women from the house bunnies or the women who want a night on the wild side. Because other than one night, a woman doesn't get more from me. The only exception are the house bunnies because they know the score. Until Layne. Can I lower my defenses for her enough? Or are we destined to fail before anything begins?
Treyton 'Venom' Adams
Living in the clubhouse of the Blazing Outlaws, I have my family surrounding me on a daily basis and women throwing themselves at me. That's not what I want though. I want to find love, happiness, and someone to give me children. The complete opposite of Gunner. We share our women and I want to settle down with him and a woman of our choosing. Can I get past the loss we suffer as a trio? Or will I push the two most important people in my life away permanently?
Dedication
Layne’s Capture is dedicated to the readers. Thank you so much for the continued support and loving these characters as much as I do!
Character List
Officers:
President: Kyle ‘Satan’ Jones
V. President: Andy ‘Capone’ Richards
Treasurer: Colby ‘Tags’ Johnson
Secretary: Noah ‘Torch’ Steele
Enforcer: Jesse ‘Grinder’ Williams
Sergeant At Arms: Danny ‘Gunner’ Jones
Road Captain: James ‘Pyro’ Steele
Members:
Drago
Taker
Lucas ‘Wrath’ Trenton
Treyton ‘Venom’ Adams
Kyler ‘Rock’ Nichols
Prospects:
Axel Jones
Steve Jacobs
Shane Court
Ol’ Ladies:
Raine Carpenter
Hollie Carpenter
Victoria Johnson
Becky
Charisma Jones
Layne Carson
House Bunnies:
Rose
Kelly
Toni
Celia
Monique
Calla
Businesses:
Gun Running
Drugs – weed
Tattoo Parlor – Blazing Ink
Bar – Outlaw Den
Strip Club – Blazing Babes
Table of Contents
Copyright 2021© Erin Osborne
Layne’s Capture Blurb
Dedication
Character List
Table of Contents
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
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Epilogue
Layne’s Capture Playlist
About the Author
Acknowledgments
Other Books
Chapter One
Layne
WHY DID I ever think opening my own law firm would be a good idea? I think to myself, as I sift through all the paperwork I have on my desk right now for various clients. I’ve been so busy there hasn’t been time for me to put each piece of paper regarding the cases I’m handling into folders for each man and woman I’m going to be helping in the upcoming weeks. So many different types of charges. Some are out of jail already on bail while others remain locked up because their crimes are so horrible, they haven’t been given the option of bail or release while awaiting their trial.
With me being in town for only a handful of weeks, I haven’t had any time to even begin searching for someone to help me in the office. It would free me up to handle my cases and only worry about the defense I’m going to prepare for the men and women who have contacted me already to help them with their cases. Still, I take on more work in order to make the money I need to live here in a new town. Right now, I’m answering phones, going to meet with new clients, and doing all the work I can in order to try and defend those clients who I’ve already said I’d take their cases. So, for a little bit today I’m going to sort through the paperwork and put each piece in the appropriate files they go in. It’s busy work at best.
Busy work is exactly what I need today. I’ve got a gorgeous man staying in my home, as he’s been for a week and a half now, in order to protect me from the threat against me from some unknown person. Venom is staying here, and he still doesn’t know what the hell the note says. No matter how many times he tries to get the information out of me, I won’t show him the note. It’s too personal and the words used to describe the way this person wants to violate me is something I don’t want anyone to know about.
Venom stands over six-feet tall with a muscular body. He’s got dark hair shaved close to his head and the top sticks up slightly as if he has run his hands continuously through it. His eyes are gray and when he’s pissed, they turn a stormy gray with hints of black filling the depths. The jeans he wears on a daily basis mold to his thighs and cover his boots. Venom’s tee-shirts always stretch tight across his chest and down his torso showcasing each and every single muscle. When he moves around, his shirt raises and gives me quick glimpses of his tanned, tattooed skin. Venom is a temptation I’m having a hard time resisting even though he’s made no move to try and make his way into my bed.
With Venom comes his best friend Gunner. He’s the exact opposite of Venom in most ways. Gunner is slightly taller than Venom and is light to the other man’s dark. Gunner’s got dirty blond hair down to his shoulders and wears it tied back depending on what he’s doing. The only time I’ve seen him wear it down is when he just gets out of the shower. His eyes are a dark blue almost the color of cobalt. Like Venom, Gunner is covered in ink and has more muscles than I’ve seen on any man other than those I’ve met in the club they belong to. Gunner’s tattoos go all the way down to his fingers on both arms and I’ve seen peeks of it from the bottom of his shirt. Yes, I’ve seen them both without shirts on and water dripping down their bodies from the shower.
While Venom stays here every hour of the day, Gunner leaves to go to work and spend time with his cousin during the day. Like Venom, Gunner hasn’t tried to get in my bed. I’ve imagined both of them taking me and filling me with pleasure I know only the two of them can give me. I’m not a virgin and I freely admit I like sex. However, I don’t just randomly have sex with men in the hopes of furthering my career or making something of myself. When I want to have sex, I make it happen. I’m far too busy for a relationship at this time and sex with someone on a regular basis would be something I’m open to. I’ll have to find someone to help me out with that. Though, I’m sure it would be awkward with two different men in the house.
“Layne, what are you doin’?” Venom asks, walking through the door leading from my home to my office.
Venom’s voice is like a good, smooth whiskey. It’s deep with a slight rasp to it from the cigarettes he smokes. Gunner’s voice is deeper than Venom’s with the same rasp. It’s harsher than Venom’s as he usually barks out orders instead of just talking to someone.
“I’m working, Venom. It’s the same I do every day. It’s not easy trying to start my own law firm,” I tell him, looking up at him from beneath my lashes.
He’s standing in the middle of the doorway with his arms raised over his head and braced against the door frame. His shirt is showing more skin than normal, and his eyes are darkened with desire as his eyelids only open halfway. Thick, long lashes further draw my eyes to his.
“It looks like you have a mess on your hands,” he states, stepping further into the room. “Need some help?”
“I can’t let you help me, Venom. These papers belong to clients and have private information on them. I need to hire someone to help me, but there’s not enough time in the day to work and look for someone to handle the office side of things. The sooner I get t
“Why don’t you come in for some lunch and I’ll see if I can help you figure somethin’ out? I’ve got subs made and waitin’ for us to eat. Well, I didn’t make them. A Prospect ran out to get them,” he says, stepping even closer to me letting the scent of leather, smoke, and something spicy fill me.
“I guess I can take a short break.”
Standing from my chair, I stretch as my back and neck crack from sitting and moving in awkward positions from sifting through paperwork all morning long. Venom stares at me as I try to move around him in the small confines of my office. I’ll need to upgrade to something bigger soon. It just takes money to do this. My body brushes against Venom’s hard body since he doesn’t move at all in my attempt to get past him and leave the portion of my home I’ve set up as an office.
Walking through my house, I head for the kitchen but don’t see any food set up. Venom has been making lunch or getting it delivered by the Prospects of the club. From what I understand, these young men are not fully patched into the club and do all the work the members don’t have time to do. Or can’t for whatever other reason. Essentially, they’re the bitch boys of the club and work their asses off in hopes of joining the club one day.
“Where’s lunch?” I ask him, looking around the kitchen and living room as Venom wraps his arms around me and presses his body into mine.
This is new. Venom has never touched me at all and now it’s been twice in one day. First, he didn’t move so I’d purposely brush against his body and now he’s pressing himself against me. Including his very hard dick which is pressing against my ass and lower back.
“It’s on the porch. I thought we’d eat out there and enjoy the heat of the day for a little bit before you lock yourself in the office for the rest of the day,” he tells me, pressing against me harder as a slight moan escapes my lips.
Nodding my head, I step away from the man behind me. Immediately a sense of emptiness fills me without the contact of Venom’s hot skin and body pressed against me. This is not anything I’ve ever felt before in my life. Instead of just finding a release with a man and then forgetting about him, I can’t stop thinking of Venom and Gunner. Gunner has never touched me though. He’s never really in the same room with me long enough to do more than offer a brief hello or something along those lines.
Once I step on the porch, the heat of the day hits me hard. It’s hot enough to rob the breath from my lungs. Taking a seat and grabbing the bottle of water thoughtfully placed on my side of the small table, I remove the top so I can guzzle some of the cool liquid. It does nothing to stop my dress shirt from sticking to my body, but it offers a slight relief from the oppressive heat. Venom takes the seat opposite of me and reaches for his beer.
As I look around the porch, something catches my eye. My mail box is attached to the front post of my house and there’s something sticking out of it. I’ve already collected my mail for the day. Looking at Venom, he raises an eyebrow in question as I point to the mailbox. He stands and makes his way over, grabbing the piece of paper sticking out. Dread fills my gut as my breathing becomes labored. This is not going to be good.
“The fuck?” Venom explodes, his voice harder than I’ve ever heard it before.
“What is it?” I question him, my voice wavering and weak sounding even to my own ears.
Without a word, Venom hands over the note that’s been left in my mailbox. My hands shake as I take it from his outstretched hands and open the paper up. Venom’s anger fills the air surrounding us and I know this one is going to be as bad or worse than the first one I received.
I told you to leave the MC alone. Biker scum deserves to rot in prison before spending an eternity in hell. Now, you have one staying in your home at all times with a second one coming and going as if you run a brothel. Apparently, biker cock is what you’re into these days. Such a tragedy.
Still, I’ll have each and every single one of your holes before sending you to your death. Your skin will look good marred with the mark of my blade as you choke and gasp for your last breath. My face will be the last thing you see before death consumes you. I’ll enjoy your screams and each gasp you take in attempts to get the slightest bit of air in your body. It’s just a matter of time now that I know what you truly like and want.
Now, you’re forcing my hand and making me do something everyone is going to regret. Well, not me. I’ll have your life in the palm of my hands and more bikers will be taken out. It’s time you join your parents and sister. Somewhere you should have been instead of her.
I’ll see you soon!
The paper floats to the floor of my porch. Tears roll down my face at the mention of my sister. I couldn’t give a shit about the harm coming toward me; that’s the least of my concern. Not a single person here knows what happened to my family so many years ago. Or the fate I escaped because I begged and pleaded to go spend the night with friends even though I was grounded and shouldn’t have been out of the house. My parents let me go and they, along with my baby sister, paid the ultimate price.
“What does this letter mean?” Venom asks, his voice penetrating the fog filling me.
“It means I’m going to be tortured and raped before getting killed. If I’m to suffer the same fate as my sister, Sofia. I’ll be burned alive,” I tell him as Venom pulls me into his arms and holds me as I cry out my pain.
“That’s not gonna happen,” Venom states as if his word is law. “I’m not gonna let anyone get close to you or harm you in any way.”
“You can’t stop what’s supposed to happen, Venom. No one can. I should have died with my baby sister and instead I created a scene and pissed my parents off until I could get my way. I was so fucking stubborn and selfish. My parents and baby sister were killed in a fire because of my parents selfish choice while I was granted to live out the rest of my days missing my sister to the point, I pushed everyone out of my life,” I state, pushing Venom away from me and standing up from the table. “I’m no longer hungry. I’m going to go back to work.”
“Layne, you have to eat. If you start skippin’ meals and not takin’ care of yourself, it’s goin’ to do no one any good,” Venom says, his voice soft and gentle as he tries to step up closer to me again.
Taking steps back again, I shake my head before heading inside and through my house to the office. I could have easily walked through the door everyone else uses, but I don’t want to remain outside any longer than absolutely necessary. Slowly walking through my house, I don’t notice a single detail of the rooms I walk through to get to my office. The main floors of my home are an open floor plan. Off the kitchen there’s a mud room and what used to be a garage. Since I don’t use a garage, I turned it into my office. A construction crew came in and did what needed to be done in order to convert the garage into something I could make an office out of.
Sitting back down at my desk, I don’t see the papers sitting in front of me. It’s all a jumbled mess of papers on top of other papers. I don’t see the names, photos of evidence, or anything else I need in order to separate the cases into files. Letters and numbers mix together as I sit in my chair and let the tears continue to stream down my face. The music I turned on this morning continues to play softly in the background even though I don’t hear the words or recognize what’s playing. The only thought in my mind is my baby sister and the screams I’m sure filled the air the night of the fire.
I sat in my office for most of the day. Not a single thing got done as I sat in a zombie-like state. Venom finally came in when the light had faded to nothing and darkness. Still, I didn’t see a damn thing sitting in front of me. It literally took Venom coming straight up to me and placing his hand on my arm for me to come out of my fog long enough to realize he was in the same room as me. He startled me and I screamed out in fear as my breathing and heart rate spiked.
“I’m sorry, Layne. I just came in to get you for bed. You’ve been out here for hours and haven’t eaten or managed to get anythin’ done,” he says, his eyes falling onto the mess covering my desk. “Are you hungry?”
“No. I’ll just go to bed.”
Leaving my office, I quietly make my way through the house to my bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I don’t bother locking it as I strip out of my clothes and leave them where they land on the floor. Sliding between the sheets of my bed, I close my eyes as images of Sophia fill my mind. The horrible night in question and what happened to her is all I can think about.
