Simply Sinful: Lost Angels MC, page 1
Simply Sinful
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Lost Angels MC book 3
K.M.KEETON
K.M.KEETON BOOKS
Sinful Angel - Book 1 of Lost Angels MC Series
Sinful Duo - Book 2 of Lost Angels MC Series
HIS - Book 1 of Kaleidoscope of Desire Series
Dirty Little Sinner
Copyright
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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
Copyright ©2019 K.M.KEETON
Edited by Darlene Tallman from Double Trouble Editing and Formatting Services
ISBN: 9781075304378
For my husband,
because despite our short, rushed and chaotic beginning,
even then I knew, we would turn into something lasting.
Don't be an escapist from life. - K.M.KEETON
Prologue
The sun breaks over our naked flesh, and the wind brings gooseflesh. I never want to leave this spot. Feeling her pressed against my side, curled up into me, she’s everything that I want.
She drapes a leg over mine as she stretches up a little to look up at me. “Can we stay like this forever?”
I smile because she always seems to be in my head. I kiss her chastely before laying back on my bent arm, wrapping my other arm around her even tighter.
“Sure, babe, we can forever anyway you want, as long as there is a forever of you and me.”
Everyone says that we're just kids, we don't know what love is or realize what type of commitment forever is, but I believe when you know you know. Fuck the lot of them, it's not their lives anyhow. I'm going to ask her right after graduation regardless of her father's disapproval. It still bites into me how vehemently he had said his no when I asked for permission. Why I thought I needed it to begin with was starting to mean less and less. She would be mine and I'll stop at nothing until we get our happily never ending.
Chapter 1
Jesus H. Christ, why the fuck am I even here? To be honest, I’m not sure why anyone thought to invite me. Everyone at the club hates me, and it’s not like I know what to do at a function like this. Fiddle with my thumbs before sticking them up the nearest girl’s ass to entertain myself? At least it would get me kicked out, and they would think twice before inviting me to one of these things again. Maybe Tank, Lidia, and Echo will uninvite me to their wedding? That makes me smile despite myself.
Babies are born every day, yeah alright, Vince and Sara made a pretty baby, but did I need to be here to say hey to it? Who cares? Not me, that's for damn sure. Especially since that baby’s father is responsible for me being X'ed from the Lost Angels. Golden boy couldn't take a punch, and Prez didn't like that I hurt the son he never got. What burns me the fuck up is I could have been a son to him, but he put a stop to that years ago. My hands curl on their own volition as I think about how he had turned my past into this future with one decision. It's something I can't forgive him for.
I watch him clap a hand over Vince's shoulder as he looks over Sara's at the bundle in her arms. Moving my head to look away I spot another happy situation. They're always touching her. Tank with an arm around Lidia's waist, Echo playing with a lock of her hair as she laughs at something he says. It's enough to make me sick. My hand clenches again and I feel the vein in my forehead pulse.
When I spot Bear, I take a step towards him but stop when I see the exuberant blonde at his side. I had hoped one person at this damn party would be as miserable and alone as I am. Now I can't even rely on Bear for that it seems! Fuck it, I'm out of here. Love is like a damn disease in this place.
I turn to leave, I make it halfway to the back gate of Vince’s white picket-fenced backyard when I see her, “Em,” I wheeze out as my heart is ripped from my chest and is chucked on the ground at her feet. She doesn't even turn to acknowledge me as I stand here like an idiot.
She greets her father with a kiss to the cheek, then she congratulates Sara. I can't take my eyes from her. She's even more beautiful than when she left me all those years ago. Her brown hair is lighter than I remember it, her body curved in all the right places, her eyes the same almond shape and shade, that little beauty mark that sits right under her jaw line that she always swore she’d get rid of.
After who knows how long she must have felt me watching her. I wait for the recognition to light her eyes, but it's like I'm a fucking stranger. When she looks away without another glance, anger boils in my veins so hot I can't see, hear, or feel anything other than rage.
I've been here pining over a girl that doesn't even remember me. Continuing to live in this nowhere town in hopes to see her again. Now I have and absolute shit happened.
Fuck this, fuck her. This time I make it to the gate and slam it behind me.
Chapter 2
My head swings in the direction of the loud noise that has the backyard full of people now in a hush.
“What was that?” Sara asks with a frown, as she tries to calm her crying child. “Camilla was almost asleep.”
“Someone leaving in a hurry I bet, don't know who though,” Vince answers her.
“It was Chancy,” Dad says. He flicks his eyes to me, I wonder why.
“Oh,” Vince says with a crease in his forehead, “Maybe I should…”
“I wouldn't waste your breath; I'm still trying to figure out why you invited him.”
“Because Vince is the bigger man,” Sara says without looking up.
Dad laughs. “So, your wife invited him for you.”
Sara looks up and snorts, “I'm standing right here, and so what if I did. I think you guys have been too hard on him.”
“Sara,” Vince says, his voice warning. “We've talked about this.”
“Yeah and I still stand by my opinion. I've forgiven him, so should you.”
“Ummm, I'm so lost right now,” I say. They take me in as if they had forgotten I stood there, which is probably the case.
“Nothing to worry about Em,” Dad says to me. “How about I introduce you to a few more of the club members while you're here.”
“Can't hurt, but do they realize their fate if you do? I'll be collecting as many helpers as I can get for the cause,” Lidia has yet to tell me why she wants to get married so quickly after getting to know Tank and Echo. I'll pry it from her in due time.
“On second thought…” he says.
“Too late, let's go,” I loop my arm in his and laugh as his mouth turns down at the corners.
At the end of meeting more guests than I will remember, I have two additional little helpers, and another my father has guaranteed to show up tomorrow to be my “personal bitch”, his words not mine. I feel sorry for him already, and I didn't even know his name.
“Hey, Lidia,” I say as I sidle up beside her. “Where did the guys go? I swear they are always lurking around.”
“They do not lurk.” At first, she looks affronted, but we both start to laugh. “They kind of do, don’t they?”
“I’ll give them that, they have a reason,” I say, and she smiles, “So are you going to tell me...now that we have a few minutes, alone, why are you wanting to get married so quickly? Is it.?” I make a round shape in front of my belly, and she gasps.
“No, nothing like that,” she laughs. “Can’t I just be in love?”
“I don’t know, can you? It’s never happened before,” I tease.
“Bitch,” she says with a smile. “Well it doesn’t hurt they are excellent lovers.”
“I did not need to know that, but oddly...I want to know more,” I tease.
“That’s only because you’re not getting any.”
“Now who’s being a bitch?” I push her playfully.
“Well you know me,” she shrugs.
“I thought I did, that’s why as a friend I’m asking if you’re sure about this,” I look up and take her in. Something has changed since she’s stayed with me. Yeah, I know she was taken, shot at, beaten to an inch of her life, but something else that defined her has changed.
“I’ve never been surer about anything in my life.” Her smile is the definition of contentment. Not in all the years I’ve known her has she ever looked more at peace than she is right now. It’s as if...as if she’s found her home. It makes me a little sad to realize that me and dad couldn’t be that for her years ago but seeing her find something like it now is a blessing of its own.
“Good. It’s good to hear. Now I just have to figure out how to swing this wedding together in just a few weeks.”
“It’s not like you won’t have help,” she says, and her tone is insistent. “You’ll have me, Brook, and Sara has offered to help when she can.”
“And the additional two biker dudes I just rallied to our cause.”
“Oh really? That’s great, Tank and Echo will be relieved they won’t have to do all the grunt work.”
“Yeah, oh and one more, but Ric didn’t tell me who. Just said that he would be my bitch for the time I'm here.”
Lidia just starts to laugh, when she’s done and wiping the tears from her eyes she says, “I’ll need you to call me the moment you know who it is.”
“You can count on it. Dad might be the president of the club, but I don’t know anything about the members. You’ll tell me what I’ll have to look forward to.”
Chapter 3
When I got the text from Ric to meet him at the clubhouse, I thought he would take my patch. I’m as
Though when I come up to the club, the lot is abandoned. Being that there needs to be a vote to kick me out, maybe I can hope I'm wrong in my assumption. I check my watch and am pissed to find that I had driven here fifteen minutes earlier than I needed to. Fuck, as soon as I saw Em my head went to shit. Something altogether different was syphoning all the blood flow and it pulsed in my jeans with the rhythm of her name. It remembered perfectly, even if she didn’t, what we had meant to each other.
She hadn’t been my first, but I had done anything and everything with her to make up for it. I’ve spent countless hours recalling our shared time together in a loop since the moment she left.
It bit hard when she looked at me with nothing at all but basic curiosity. I'm no stranger, yet with her dismissive look I wish I could have been. I wanted to scream, I wanted to burst into tears, I wanted to get drunk and forget I ever saw her, so that damn look hadn’t had the power to fucking destroy me. Fucking bitch.
“Get your head out of your ass, I’ve got a gig for you.” I’m pissed that I jump when Ric speaks. I hadn’t even heard him come in.
“What?”
“You deaf? I have a job for you. I’m assigning you to help Em with her aspirations the next few weeks to make this wedding happen between Lidia and Tank.”
“Don’t you mean Lidia, Tank and Echo?”
“We know that, but that shit isn’t liable to fit on an invitation or in the official eyes of God according to the preacher. Is that really all you heard?”
It sure as hell wasn’t, it’s just the easiest to take in first. “Why are you doing this?”
“Call it a consolation prize for being a dick to you when life already kicked your dick in the dirt. It’s hard being a teenager, at least what I remember of it.” He stands over me now that I somehow found my way into a chair. Probably when I had my inner dialogue. "Plus with all this shit going on with the Scavenger's and Snake Eyes, I don't like the idea of my daughter driving around alone."
“Ummm thanks, I think,” I find my way back to my feet, and on equal footing with Ric. I refuse to be under anyone, "I'm out of the loop, are they trying to make a move on us?"
“They're closing in, playing at our lines, I think they're trying to make a play for something. Still haven't figured out what, and I'm not going to be put in the dark for long. I don't play these fucking games," he shakes his head and refocuses on me, "You're still not good enough for her, but this time I won't say a thing to convince her that I'm right. Not if you being up her ass all day will help me keep her safe.”
“I knew you were behind her leaving!” I spit, my anger that is always under the surface springs to life, holding back enough not to hit him.
“You're the same self-assured, snotty little shit, you were then! I let you in the club in the hopes you'd grow the fuck up, but instead of getting your shit together, you remained exactly the same.”
“Wrong, I'm way angrier, because of you,” I push a finger into his chest, but he pushes me away.
“Bitter is what you are, but still the same. You can't even take responsibility for what happened!”
“What happened was you!” I'm bursting at the seams. “You just admitted it.”
“When are you going to open your eyes? Sure I said all the things a father does when he's protecting his daughter, but if it's meant to be, it always finds a way. Do you think I loved the idea of Em leaving to go to school hundreds of miles from me, then live in a completely different state?! Let me tell you in case you still don't know basic math, I sure as shit didn't. Don't get me wrong, I was never thrilled at the idea of you and her, but I knew you weren't the worst thing that could happen to her.”
“But…” I thought he hated me.
“Starting to catch on?”
“Then why? Why did she leave?”
“If you don't already know the answer to that, you really are that same little shit I tried to warn Em from.”
“Fuck you!”
He gets up real close to my face, which in this moment isn’t the smartest of ideas. “Let me ask you a question that's bothered me, why didn't you go after her?”
“I did.”
His greyed eyebrows raise, his eyes grow a fraction bigger. I’ve surprised him, and he gives me more space. “No shit?”
“Swear to God.” Twice...I went after her twice. The first time I had no luck, the second time broke me enough to never try it again.
“My opinion of you has gained in your favor. Now I know you fought for her.”
“I always did,” I say. It’s true. Even when I knew it seemed pointless, or I knew she had already lost her argument, I fought for her.
“I always thought you were all talk,” he shrugs, “I've got more confidence you'll win her back this time, and keep her from harm’s way. So you want the job or not?”
“It's not even a question.”
“Good, now go home, shave that shit off your face, and get back here in a half an hour. Soon you’ll be hating me more than you already do. There’s a shit-ton of stuff to be done, and I don’t want to hear a thing about it.”
When he leaves the room, I run a hand through the impressive beard I've grown in the past few months. I’m kind of attached to it, but maybe he knows something about Emmy’s preference? Do I care? Fuck.
Getting back to my place I decide to get it over with. Stripping naked I take hold of my razor before I enter the shower. No fucking way am I going to make a mess in my sink that can be easily washed away into the shower’s drain. My sink is known to clog every time I have to wash my fucking hands.
I keep telling the building manager that it’s not only affecting my apartment but also the one below me. If it goes on for much longer, I’m going to just fix the damn thing myself. Not that this is a five-star establishment. It’s hardly a place to live. Not graduating high school really narrowed my options for employment. The going to jail part didn't help either. Thankfully one of the several auto body shops near Chilawakee had an opening, but it’s only part time work. It’s barely enough money to pay rent and keep me fed, especially now that I don’t have any income coming in from the club unless I have to cover someone at the bar. That’s as far as the interaction goes.
“Shit,” I mutter as blood starts to drip from my chin onto my shower tiles. I’ve been shaving for twenty odd years and I still managed to nick myself. Thankfully I’m almost done, and by the time I get out it’s down to a slow drip. I put a piece of toilet paper to staunch the bleeding and look at myself in the mirror.
I almost forgot how I looked without a beard. Jesus, I look like a kid again, baby face and all. I wonder for half a second if I could glue the shit back on. I feel naked without it. I run my fingers through my dark hair and exhale. Fuck it, it’s done now.
I dress in my favorite jeans and a regular t-shirt, deciding to leave my jacket last minute. I make the trip back to the club in under eight minutes and have five left to spare. Though it turns out as I pull in, the extra five weren’t needed.
Chapter 4
When the engine of a motorcycle has my head looking up, I expect to see my father. He swore he’d be here, but he is fifteen minutes past the time he said he’d be here.
What I didn’t expect was for my heart to stop in my chest and fall somewhere in the pit of my stomach not likely to see the light of day again.
Nicholas Myers, or Cole for those that know him well, glides on his bike into the lot as if seeing me didn't affect him in the least. The first boy I ever gave my heart to, and the last I made it easy to break for, takes his shades from his face and pins me with a look that can reach back in time.
