BILLY: Sins of the Father (Evil Dead MC - SECOND GENERATION Book 2), page 1
Table of Contents
Title Page
BILLY
Intro
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
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
EPILOGUE
BILLY
SINS OF THE FATHER
EVIL DEAD MC – SECOND GENERATION
BOOK TWO
By
Nicole James
BILLY
Sins of the Father
Evil Dead MC
SECOND GENERATION SERIES
Book Two
By
Nicole James
Copyright 2023 Nicole James
All rights reserved
Cover by Lori Jackson Designs
Editing by CookieLynn Publishing
“Takes a lot to be in our world, and even more when your man’s a prospect. Prospects are meant to jump anytime a brother says jump. No questions asked. His number one priority will always be this club.”
—Cole
Club President
Evil Dead MC
CHAPTER ONE
STIR THE POT
Billy—
My knuckles rap on the wooden door, the frosted glass window rattling slightly. My eyes drift across the gold letters that once read President. Now the only remaining letters are so faded and peeled that the word is left indiscernible.
“Come in,” Cole’s muffled voice calls from the other side.
“Yes, sir?” I ask as I step into his office.
I’m a prospect for the Evil Dead MC, so when my president calls for me, I had better show up with a smile on my face and respect in my voice, least if I want a patch on my back.
He’s turned away from me, talking on the phone.
My eyes travel over his desk while I wait for him to finish. I study the glass of amber colored liquor. Drips of condensation slide down the side to leave a wet ring on the leather coaster it rests upon. I scan the scratches along the wooden top of the desk, trying to avoid where my eyes really want to wander.
I stop resisting and glance at the framed photos. There’s one of him with all the guys, another of his whole family, and finally, a closeup of my friend TJ and his twin sister Melissa. They’re both dressed in caps and gowns, having just graduated high school. Melissa’s long blonde curls hang from her cap past her shoulders, and her smile radiates happiness. Her emerald green eyes call to me like a taunt.
I’ve wanted to make her mine for as long as I can remember, but she’s forbidden fruit. The President’s daughter. She couldn’t be more off limits if she was the club princess for a rival MC. I’ve been warned off her several times by different patched members. Thank God Cole doesn’t know, or I wouldn’t be standing here breathing, and I sure as hell wouldn’t have an Evil Dead MC Prospect vest on.
Last time I was warned off, I got my ass kicked for good measure, and yet, staring at her picture has my restraint waning.
The leather chair creaks, and Cole turns his attention to me. My eyes dart from the picture, not wanting to raise his suspicions.
“I want you to take the boys and go do the pickups.” Cole sets his phone on his desk.
I cringe at the way he says boys. I’ve been prospecting for this club since the day I turned eighteen, and he still thinks of us as kids.
He taps his fingers on the wood desktop, thinking, “And all of you can cut off after you drop the collections back here. It’s Mother’s Day, and I don’t need a bunch of ol’ ladies riding my ass about it.”
I fight the grin at the corners of my mouth. It’s always been amusing how these badass bikers can be so afraid of their women. Then again, I know my mom, and she’s something fierce. For such a tiny woman, she’s always scared the shit out of my father, and he’s built like a Viking.
“Will do.” I nod, moving to the door, clearly dismissed.
I make my way down the steps and to the bar where Marcus and TJ stand, making the occasional drink for a member.
“Time to count some money.” I wave my finger in a circle, signaling for us to roll out.
We make quick work of several local bars and liquor stores and then head to Sonny’s, the strip joint the club owns.
We turn into the parking lot of the place; the glowing neon sign reads Sonny’s Gentleman’s Club.
We pull up to the front door and park, dismounting. The man at the door turns when he sees us walking up.
“Hey, Billy. How’s it goin’?”
“Good, Bobby. Ronnie in?”
“Yeah. I’ll tell him you’re here.”
“Thanks, man.”
Bobby holds the door for us, and we troop inside. The place is dimly lit, with a stage and tables to the left and a bar along the right wall.
I lead the way and take a seat on a stool. Marcus sits next to me, and TJ leans an elbow on the bar, watching the show across the room.
I swivel my head and see a hot redhead dressed in a sparkling sequined bikini twirling around the pole and dancing to a driving beat.
I scope out the rest of the room. One guy is at the other end of the bar, his back to it as he, too, watches the show. Most of the customers are at the tables and a couple of dancers are making the rounds, giving lap dances while a waitress carries drinks on a tray to a table.
A pretty dark-haired girl tending bar approaches us.
“What can I get you, gentleman?” She flashes a bright smile, tossing coasters down.
I wave her off. “Just waiting for Ronnie, sweetheart.”
“How’s your bike running?” Marcus asks me.
“Fine, now that I changed the plugs.” I fold my arms and lean on my elbows.
“Fouled plugs are the worst,” TJ comments, his eyes still on the dancer. “Goddamn, that girl’s flexible.”
Marcus and I glance back. “Is that the chick you brought to the clubhouse for that birthday party for the president of the War Dogs club?”
“Yep. We hooked up a couple of times, but I haven’t seen her in months.”
The sparkly top came off and went flying through the air as she threw her arms in the air at the drum crescendo.
“Phenomenal tits, huh, boys?”
I can’t argue with him there.
Ronnie comes down the side hall. “Hello, boys. Did Tessa get you a drink?”
I stand and shake his hand. “We’re not staying that long. But thanks.”
“Here you go.” He holds out an envelope. “Tell Cole business has been good.”
“Great.” I slide it inside my vest. “Take it easy.”
I smack TJ’s arm. “Come on. You can ogle the dancers on your own time.”
“What’s your damn rush, Billy? This is all part of the perks. Let’s have a shot.”
“We’ve got a job to do. I’m not screwing up getting my patch by fucking up a simple pick up. Let’s go. Now.”
“Christ. Fine.”
We troop out to our bikes.
“Hey, do you guys mind if we make a stop before we head to the clubhouse?” I turn as I strap my helmet on.
“I’ve got no problems with that. Why?” Marcus asks.
“Mother’s Day. Need to pick up some flowers from me and probably some from my dad, too.” I know my dad loves my mom, but he’s not the best in the romance department, and he’s definitely terrible at remembering important dates.
Marcus throws his leg over his bike. “Oh, shit. It is Mother’s Day. I better pick up something for Mama Mary and Angel, too.”
I smile, knowing what he feels for them. Since his own mom was completely worthless, my mother and Cole’s wife, Angel, took Marcus under their wings when he first started hanging around. He’s always thought of them as the closest thing to the real deal because of it.
“Well, then let’s roll.” TJ twists his throttle.
We roar down the street.
Thankfully, there’s an Asian grocery store only a couple of miles from the strip club. I’ve been here before, and they have a surprisingly nice selection of fresh flowers. The owner hits the markets at the crack of dawn and gets first pick.
We stroll in, and Mr. Chen lifts his hand in greeting. “I knew you’d be in today, Billy.”
“You know it. You’ve got the best.”
I find a nice bouquet and grab a tin of my mother’s favorite pineapple Linzer cookies.
TJ picks out his own bouquet, and Marcus gets two boxes of chocolates. We pay and head to the clubhouse.
***
I climb from my bike and stroll toward the picnic tables. Cole, Wolf, and my dad, Red Dog, watch me approach.
“Any trouble?” Cole asks.
“No, sir.” I hand over the blue bank deposit bag, now loaded up with a bunch of envelopes from the various businesses we’d stopped at.
“Good.”
“Hey son, you bring me flowers?” My dad gestures to the ones poking out of my saddlebag.
“No, those would be for Mom. What did you get her?” I ask, already knowing the answer. I see the deer-in-headlights look he gives me, confirming my suspicion.
“What are you talking about?”
“It’s Mother’s Day.”
“Oh.” Relief spreads across his face. “I thought I forgot something. That’s a holiday for you to get her stuff.”
Wolf grunts next to him, causing Dad to turn his head.
“What?”
“After the number of kids I’ve had, I learned real quick your woman goes through childbirth to have your kids. You better get her something to thank her.” He tips his beer up, taking a swig. “You can buy flowers for her, or we can buy flowers for your funeral. The choice is yours.”
“You get something for Angel?” Red Dog turns to Cole.
“Yeah, blew up a picture of all of us at the twin’s graduation party and had it put in a big frame made out of old reclaimed wood. You know Angel loves a good photo, especially if it’s family.”
“Well, shit. No one thought to tell me.” He shakes his head.
“Dude, your kid’s got a five-o’clock shadow. Would have thought you’d figured it out by now.” Wolf chuckles.
“How could you leave me hanging?” He turns on me.
“What are you going on about, Dad?”
“Aren’t you a prospect? And yet you were going to go home and outdo me with flowers and who knows what else to surprise your mom and leave me to come home with my tail between my legs?”
I practically snort. “Outdo you? That would involve you actually having done something.”
Cole and Wolf both laugh.
“Billy, don’t get smart with me.”
“Don’t get all pissy. I got two bouquets.” Honestly, he was probably about to order me to go buy something from him, anyway.
“I knew I kept you around for a reason,” he teases.
“Yeah, yeah.” I roll my eyes and walk to my bike to retrieve the red roses. I toss the flowers to him. “I’m headed home now. Marcus, you comin’?”
“Yeah, I’ll stop there first.”
“Hell, I’ll tag along, too, so Marcus can ride with me to my mom’s,” TJ adds.
***
My mom opens the door as we clamber up the front steps.
“Happy Mother’s Day, Ma.” I hand her the soft pink roses and cookies, and her face breaks into a wide grin.
“Thank you, baby. You boys come in and have some lunch. I made some Kung Pao Chicken.”
I breathe in the aroma of stir-fried chicken, peanuts, vegetables, and chili peppers. It’s one of my favorites.
“Well, I’m not going to say no to that.” TJ pushes past, following behind my mom.
“Have a seat. Have a seat,” she urges, motioning to the kitchen table.
“Mom, I should be the one making you food.”
She moved across the kitchen, ignoring my comment. “Well, you know what I really want for Mother’s Day, Billy?”
“What’s that, Ma?”
“Grandbabies.”
Marcus and TJ grin from ear to ear at my predicament.
“Thanks assholes,” I mouth.
“Mom, I’ve only been out of the house a few years now. I don’t think I need to be making grandbabies just yet.”
“Well, you haven’t even started working toward it. Or do you have a girl I don’t know about?” She raises her eyebrows hopefully.
“No, Ma. No girl.”
Her shoulders slump like I’ve robbed her of her ability to be a grandma. She recovers quickly, turning her attention to TJ. “So, TJ. Is Melissa home for the summer?”
Marcus chokes on his drink.
“Ma…” I warn.
“What? I’m changing subjects.” She shrugs, but we all know that is definitely not what she’s doing.
Marcus continues to snicker until Ma whacks him with a wooden spoon. “Knock it off.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He sobers immediately.
“So, TJ. Is she home?”
“I’m actually picking her up this week.” TJ’s eyes snap to mine, trying to read my reaction.
“Oh, isn’t that lovely?” Mom stirs the pot, smiling to herself.
“Mary, you know if you go meddling with the President’s daughter, you’re just signing Billy’s death warrant, right?” TJ asks, looking sober. “My sister is definitely off limits.”
“Oh, nonsense. Besides, why wouldn’t my Billy be good enough for Cole’s daughter? He can knock that shit off.”
TJ shakes his head, seeing there’s no way to answer that question without offending her.
The conversation turns to the food as Ma dishes up plates and passes them out, but my mind stays fixated on the one girl I’ve always wanted and the one who has been flaunted in front of me like a piece of candy. I want that girl. I’ve wanted her forever, it seems. My desire for her goes all the way down to my bones.
It’s been easy to stay away while she’s been at college. But now that she’ll be home for the summer, I’m afraid of how much I’m going to be tempted. I hope I can resist long enough to make it to August. Surely, we’ll be patched over in Sturgis when the club comes together for their national meet. Marcus, TJ, and I have been prospecting longer than any of the members ever had to before getting their patches. I know that for a fact. So, I have to make it a couple more months, and then I can have it all: Melissa and my patch.
CHAPTER TWO
COMING HOME
Melissa—
Summer is here at last. I made it through my first year at San Josè State. I should be on my second, but I took the year after high school off to figure out what I wanted to do with my life.
The sun shines brightly and the birds call as if in celebration of my last exam as I walk down the steps of the College of Social Sciences building. A tall orange tree sits adjacent to the steps, and the citrusy fragrance permeates the air. TJ should be picking me up soon. I’ll be back to take some summer classes in two short weeks, so I only packed a backpack, unsure if he’ll pick me up in his truck or on his motorcycle.
“Ms. Austin.”
I hear my name called behind me and turn to see my psychology professor pushing forward through the sea of people flowing past me.
“Professor Ling.” I smile but feel a little panic. Did I mess something up on the exam?
“Great, I caught you.” He breathes a little heavier, having clearly rushed to catch up to me.
“Is something wrong? I thought I answered all the questions on the exam.”
“No, no.” He waves me off. “Nothing like that. I finished reading the term paper you turned in last week on Depression and Childhood Illness. I really like how you drew from your own life experience. I wanted to know if you would be okay if I held onto your paper and shared it with a few colleagues.”
“Oh.” I blush slightly. It’s a little nerve-wracking to imagine a bunch of professors reading something I wrote. “Yes, yes, of course.”
“Wonderful.” His eyes snap up at the rumbling of an approaching motorcycle.
I don’t even bother to glance over my shoulder, knowing TJ must have decided to pick me up on his bike. Thank God I only brought my backpack. Don’t know what TJ’s plan would have been if I’d have had a whole duffel bag or my actual luggage. Men.
“Well, I look forward to seeing you in the fall for Research Methods.” I draw Professor Ling’s attention back to me.
“Yes, yes. Have a good summer.”
“Melissa!” TJ yells over the roar of his bike.
“Sorry, Professor Ling. I have to go.” I throw a thumbs up, pointing it in the direction of TJ. “My brother is here.”
“Of course.” He eyes the motorcycle as if it is some kind of monster. “Be careful.”
I smile to assure him and wave goodbye, then cross the concrete sidewalk to my waiting brother.
