Prologue
Hangman
Sitting on my front porch, making this bitch take my cock down her throat. I don’t give a fuck my neighbors can probably see it going down. Since my daughter Melissa moved here, I’ve slowed down my wild ways and that’s about to change. Rage was right when he said I was old and boring now that I’m a grandfather. Well, fuck that. It’s time to take my life back.
I look up when I feel eyes on me and search around until I spot them, two houses down to my left, across the road. Narrowing my eyes, I watch her inhale a cigarette. Holy fuck, that bitch looks hot as hell. I grunt my release into Jennie’s throat. “Get up, go back to your man. I’ll be in touch.” Or not. I don’t fuckin’ care.
“Bye, Hangman,” she purrs as she walks down my steps and goes next door to her house. Fucking bitch. I wouldn’t be surprised if she ends up dead one of these days. Her husband ever finds out she cheats on him almost daily, he’ll kill her. He’s not a member of my club, but he’s a cop. A cop that hates my fucking guts. But he’s also a cop that is on my payroll.
Stalking down my front steps as I push myself back in my pants, I’m off to say hi to the new neighbour. You know, the right thing to do. First fuckin’ time I’ve done it, but something about this woman is pulling me in.
The closer I get, the more I notice the tattoos, the piercings, and the hair is wilder than I thought. It’s literally the color of the rainbow, and the body, curvy in all the right places. But that face. That’s a face I’ll be seeing in my dreams, crystal-blue eyes, almost taunting me. I watch her inhale her cigarette and step back as some movers make their way past her.
“Yo,” I call out, getting her attention. She looks me over slowly but doesn’t do shit but smile.
“You must be the friendly, neighbourhood watch dog?” She smirks. Fuck, even her voice sounds hot as hell. Husky yet feminine. Losing Vicky, my ex-wife, hurt more than I thought it would. Losing her to my brother who I thought was dead, well that was the real pain.
I grin. “Something like that. You just move to town?”
She nods as she stubs out her smoke. “Yeah, needed something new, moved to this dump town.” She shrugs. She’s not wrong, Saint John is a dump. There isn’t anything nice about it unless you take good care of your home. But we’re surrounded by water, which hosts a shit-ton of boats and where there isn’t water, we have the papermill and a refinery. The smell alone would label this place a dump.
Fuck, she’s hot. “I’m Hangman, President of the Untamed MC,” I tell her, and she doesn’t even flinch, just nods.
“Heard about y’all, so that’s cool. I’m Justine.” She holds her hand out to mine for a shake and when our hands touch, I feel the world shift around me. She quickly lets go and wipes her hand on her jeans. “Sorry, just saw your little show over there.” She smirks at me and I feel guilty. She continues, “My man, Tomas, is the reason we moved here, and I loved this neighbourhood, so despite having to leave my home, at least I had a say in this beauty.”
I don’t give two shits where I lay my head at night as long as it ain’t in a jail cell. Vicky, picked out this neighbourhood, so this is where we landed.
This woman has a man, fuck me. But I don’t give a fuck. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been with a taken woman. Hell, I was just with a married woman not ten minutes ago. “I’m gonna head back home. Nice meetin’ ya. I’m sure will see each other again.” I don’t bother waiting on a reply. Shits going through my head about her, so I text Wiz and Manic and give them the only information I have about the bitch, needing to know all I can about her.
Because man or not, that bitch is going to be mine.
Chapter One
Hangman
I watch in rapt fascination as the DEA agent just swings from my rafters. “Not gonna give shit up yet? You do know I can do this all night,” I tell him, waiting for him to finally give in.
He spits blood out at me and barely misses. Fucker. The last time I did any real torture was years ago, when my daughter Melissa’s, mother showed up in town. That bitch kept her hidden from me for years, so she got what she deserved. Hearing about how that bitch tortured Melissa and her half-sister Corinne didn’t sit right with me, so I made sure she felt every bit of that pain.
Having Melissa in my life changed me, you’d think already having a daughter with a club slut would have, but I have to admit I haven’t been the best father. Had no interest in the girl, my youngest daughter. Melissa brought something out of me; maybe my need to protect her, and my grandchildren. With her in my life, everything changed. I no longer was the man that I once was and I’ve been getting shit from the guys about it. Melissa was soft, she needed me to be gentle with her and I tried, I tried to be what she needed. But now with her moved out and married Slammer—an ex-member of the Untamed—now I can get back to who I really am.
I’m sick of being called soft. And with the shit happening around my club lately, it’s time I came back out to play.
This latest mess all started because Anara wasn’t forthcoming about her past; she was involved with a member of Jack’s Devils before moving here. I would have understood if she didn’t keep it hidden. Although, the fault lies with me as I should have done a check on her myself when she came to town—something I do with all people that interact with my club.
Only reason she’s not still up, hanging from my rafters, is because I believed her, and, of course, Dirty brought me the DEA agent that’s been sniffing around the club. I walk over to my work bench and pull out my favourite knife. Blade hasn’t been used on someone since I took care of the bitch that gave birth to Melissa.
Shit in my past ain’t pretty, but I got two great kids out of it. I wasn’t there for either kid as they grew up, but at least I’m there now. I discovered Melissa five years ago. Never knew she existed until my ex-wife revealed it to me. Something about getting to know Melissa changed me, she made me become a better person, a better man, a better father. Since she came into my life, I even got to know my other daughter Emily better, too. Something April despises since I won’t pay a lick of attention to her.
April was just a club whore I slept with one too many times who wound up knocked up and became too attached. Just because she had my kid doesn’t mean shit to me. If that bitch ain’t careful she’ll end up like Melissa’s mother, Luanne. Dead.
Bitch died because I found out she was abusing Melissa and kept my girl from me her entire twenty-two years of life. I was eighteen when I slept with that drugged-up cunt. Too stupid to have known better. If it wasn’t for my ex-wife Vicky, I still never would have known about my adult daughter. I kidnapped Vicky after searching for months for her. I finally found her holed up with the Angels Warriors, a club that is focused on rescuing kids and women from abuse. When I brought her to my house, she revealed I had a daughter, and, of course, that my dead brother was actually alive. Knowing Trevor was my ex-wife’s first love—only love—I let her go. My focus turned to my adult daughter that suddenly, needed me.
Going back to the agent, I grip my knife and slowly rub it against his face. “Why are you sniffing around my club?”