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  Renegade Reject (Renegade Sons MC)

  Minton, Emily Martens, Dawn

  (2014)

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  Daisy “Little Flower” Anderson has lived her entire life on the sidelines of the Renegade Sons MC. Her father is a member, and her mother a club whore turned old lady. Not wanting to follow their footsteps, she chose a different path; one that keeps her close to the biker family she loves, but out of the club.

  Struggling to keep it together, she never thought she would have anything of her own, until she met Preach. He is everything she swore she didn't want in life. One night of passion leads to unexpected consequences, and she knows, now more than ever, it’s time to move forward.

  Garrett “Preach” Austin lived his life caught in his father’s iron fist. He never thought he would want anything more than freedom from his past, until he met his “Little Flower”. She shows him there is more to life than pain.

  Preach has a secret; one that forces him to choose between Daisy and his brothers. Even though he loves Daisy, the Renegade Sons are the only true family he has. He knows he can’t have her, yet he can’t let her go.

  When Daisy moves on, Preach realizes what he’s lost. Can he prove that he’s the man for her, or is he too late?

  Table of Contents

  Renegade Reject ((Renegade Sons MC #2))

  Prologue

  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

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Renegade Reject

  Renegade Sons MC Book Two

  By Emily Minton and Dawn Martens

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  Renegade Reject by Emily Minton and Dawn Martens

  Copyright © 2014 Emily Minton and Dawn Martens

  Published 2014

  Cover Art by Kellie Dennis at Book Cover by Design

  www.bookcoverbydesign.co.uk

  Edited by Brandi Gilvaja and Chasity Jenkins. Main edits by Kendra @ Catdipity Kendra's Proofreading, Line Editing, and Reviewing. Proof reading by Miranda Johnson and Shay Lich.

  Formatted by Angel Steel

  Renegade Reject is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events portrayed in this book either are from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, establishments, events, or location is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Please do not take offence to the content, as it is FICTION.

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  Acknowledgements

  Dawn’s Acknowledgements

  Emily – Seriously you are the best! You are amazing to work with, you’ve become such a great friend! Love the shit outta you!!

  Brandi – You help with so much, I could never begin to repay you.

  KC – Best damn Assistant I’ve ever fuckin’ had! You’ve done soooo flippen much for me, just wow. Love you to pieces!

  My beta readers – Lindsay, Mo, Ahren, Skye, Hayley, Tee, KC, Brandi, Glenna, and Jenn – you ladies helped so much with your notes. Some better than others ;) because ‘this is effing amazing, don’t change anything’ didn’t really help lol.

  My amazing friends, AC, Ashley, Nikki, my betas listed above, - you ladies are seriously amazing! Love you all to death! Psst, Ashley, I’m EXCITED!!

  Jenn from Three Chicks and Their Books - your pimpage and support has been amazing! Thank you!

  Glenna – Glenna Glenna Glenna.......... You... smh. I love you chick! Seriously, I know you were mad at me for a while there, cuz I didn’t overly like your book, but you, seriously, are amazing, (isn’t that what a good friend should be? Honest at all time, even if you don’t like it?) An amazing friend. Yup, that’s you, amazing. Seriously. But come on woman, get to that KA shit! I don’t understand why you are so far behind... ugh.

  To Michelle from The Romance Vault – thank you for the AMAZING trailer you made us! Beautiful!

  To Kristen Ashley, Emily Snow, Madeline Sheehan – you ladies inspire me! The books you write, make me fall in love, over and over again. And I think the reason my kindle is such shit is because I’m constantly re-reading the books you’ve put out!

  To my Street Team, Dawn’s Renegade Bitches – you ladies are awesome! Especially Kelli and Pam!! You ladies pimp me out so damn hard! I have a lady boner for you both!

  To Kellie from Book Cover by Design – for the amazing cover, and for the amazing Teasers you slaved over to make for me, I know it probably took too much of your time, considering it was like 20 teasers lol.

  And to the amazing people that helped make this book perfect – Brandi, Chas, Kendra, Miranda, Shay, Kc, Nikki, and Jessica – The editing, the extra eyes, I swear if people say this isn’t edited good enough I’ll send them after you! Lol

  To Kristi – For being so amazing and keeping me stocked in booze!!

  And of course, to my husband, even though you drive me insane, I still love you!

  Emily’s Acknowledgements

  To my beta readers: Mo, Chas, Shay, Rachel, Corinne, Christina, Skye, Heidi... (and all of Dawn’s betas) Thank you guys so much. Each one of you helped shape this book in some way. I truly appreciate the time you took to read it.

  To Miranda (AKA: the smut queen): Not sure what to say to you girl. There is no way possible to thank you for all you’ve done, so I’m just gonna say thanks and hope like hell you know how much that one word means. I’m honored to call you my friend and privileged to call you my assistant. Love you, girl!

  To Brandi: Thanks for everything. You encouraged us every step up the way, and it meant the world to me. You are freaking amazing!

  To Rachel, Lucie, and Corinne (My pimpin’ princesses): Thank you girls for spreading the word about my work. More importantly, thank you for becoming such good friends.

  To Michelle: Thank
you so much for working your ass off on our trailer. It is amazing!! Thanks for being a great friend too. I can’t wait to get to the UK; I’m gonna buy you a ton of drinks.

  To Kellie, Angel, Kendra, Shay, Miranda, and Chas: Thank you all for helping us get Reject ready for print. From the cover to the last page, you guys have done your best to make sure it is perfect.

  To my Minions: Wow, you guys rock. Every day, you put a smile on my face. What started out as a street team quickly became a group of friends. Thank you all!

  To Dawn: Love you, sweets! I’m not gonna say thanks this time; I’ve said it too many times to count. Instead, I’m just gonna ask you a question... Are you ready for Timber?

  To all our bloggers: Thank each and every one of you for helping us promote our work. You guys are wonderful!

  To Jess and Bailey: I love you both so very much. You two are the most precious people God ever blessed this earth with.

  Dedication

  Emily- To David- Just cause I love you!

  Dawn- To Kristina Carin – because you deserve it!

  WARNING:

  Renegade Lady contains adult situations some readers may find offensive. This is a raw and gritty story involving under-age rape, explicit sex, graphic language, violence and drug use. Not intended for readers under 18.

  Renegade Reject

  Daisy “Little Flower” Anderson has lived her entire life on the sidelines of the Renegade Sons MC. Her father is a member, and her mother a club whore turned old lady. Not wanting to follow their footsteps, she chose a different path; one that keeps her close to the biker family she loves, but out of the club.

  Struggling to keep it together, she never thought she would have anything of her own, until she met Preach. He is everything she swore she didn't want in life. One night of passion leads to unexpected consequences, and she knows, now more than ever, it’s time to move forward.

  Garrett “Preach” Austin lived his life caught in his father’s iron fist. He never thought he would want anything more than freedom from his past, until he met his “Little Flower”. She shows him there is more to life than pain.

  Preach has a secret; one that forces him to choose between Daisy and his brothers. Even though he loves Daisy, the Renegade Sons are the only true family he has. He knows he can’t have her, yet he can’t let her go.

  When Daisy moves on, Preach realizes what he’s lost. Can he prove that he’s the man for her, or is he too late?

  Renegade Sons MC Book Two

  “Never Forget and Never Forgive”

  The Renegade Sons Motorcycle club was founded by Charles “Gun” Jones, Clyde “Digger” Bell, and Kenneth “Killer” Thompson on March 23, 1973.

  The three brothers by choice were all members of the 42nd Infantry division out of Fort Campbell, Kentucky, also known as the Renegade Sons. Each man had done at least two tours in Vietnam, all believing they fought for something bigger than themselves; a fact they were all proud of.

  After returning home from Vietnam, the three men realized that they fought and bled for a cause that many of their countrymen did not believe in. They realized that they had watched their fellow soldiers, their brothers, die in vain. Even though the men were now scattered across the United States, their anger at the situation led them back together. That same anger led them to establish the

  Renegade Sons.

  Part One

  The Way We Were

  Prologue

  Elkfork, Illinois

  GARRETT

  As soon as I walk through the backdoor, I know something’s wrong. Not that things are ever right here, but it feels even more off today. Things are too quiet, too still. The radio isn’t blasting the ever-present sermon, and no church TV is blaring throughout the rooms.

  I move from room to room, looking for signs of what’s going on. Mother is sitting at the kitchen table with her head bowed and a bible in her hand. That’s not unusual. She’s always reading the bible if she isn’t busy playing ‘Susie homemaker’. Father demands perfection from us all, but Mother is the only one that is able to live up to his expectations, most of the time at least.

  “Hello, Mother.”

  She looks up, eyes narrowed. “You should have been home almost an hour ago.”

  “There was a late truck. I had to help unload it before clocking out,” I lie, not wanting her to know that I stopped by Jake’s house for a few minutes. If Father or Mother ever found out that I have a friend who doesn’t belong to our church, hell would surely freeze over.

  Mother shakes her head. “You know how your father and I feel about that job of yours anyway. Why you feel the need to work outside of the church, I’ll never understand.”

  No, she won’t and neither will he. If it were up to them, I would spend all of my time studying the bible and preparing to take my place as the leader of my father’s church someday. That’s just not gonna happen.

  “I want to help the church prosper,” I lie again; the same lie I used to convince my father to allow me to get a job. There was no way he was going to turn down more money for the donation plate.

  Her eyes narrow before looking back to her bible, ending the conversation without another word. Her body is stiff, and I can tell there is more going on than just me being a little late, but I know better than to ask.

  Leaving her, I head toward the living room. I see my little sister kneeling in the corner. I can tell by the way her body is shaking that she’s been in the same position for a long time. Knowing our father, he’s probably forced her to pray for hours on end, repenting for whatever imagined sin she has committed. I have to fight the urge to go to her and ask her what the hell she did this time, but I know that it would only make things worse. Father would punish her even more if he ever found out about my interference, so it’s best if I just leave her alone.

  I silently walk further into the room as she mumbles her prayers. Her head remains bowed until she hears my approaching footsteps. For a moment, she stiffens in fear that my father has returned. When she quickly glances over her shoulders, her eyes land on me, and a sympathetic smile spreads across her face. Her eyes apologize for the shit storm that is heading my way.

  It’s a known rule in our household that whenever my sister is in trouble, Father will eventually take his wrath out on me. I nod my head, to let her know it’ll be okay. She shakes her head in response, before her eyes dart across the room to the coffee table. Two cans of Pepsi are sitting on it, proving that my sister has broken one of Father’s cardinal rules: no caffeine.

  I shake my head at her sheer stupidity. Tabby never should have brought them in the house in the first place. She knows that our stash of “devil’s food” stays safely hidden in our old tree house. I love her with all my heart, but sometimes she irritates the hell out of me. I have spent years trying to teach her how to avoid Father’s anger, but she never learns. She just has to push and push until he punishes her.

  Tabby is the only reason I’ve stayed in this hellhole for as long as I have. If it weren’t for her, I would have turned my back and ran far and fast when I turned eighteen a month ago, but she’s only fifteen, and I couldn’t leave her behind to deal with our parents alone. Three more years of this bullshit, and then we can be free of our asshole father and his holier-than-thou ways.

  Knowing that there isn’t much I can do for Tabby now, I head to my bedroom. If I can make it there before Father sees me, I may be able avoid being punished. That hope is short lived, because as soon as I step into the hallway I hear Left Behind by Slipknot coming from my room. The sound immediately sends my stomach into knots. How the hell did he find my CDs? All of a sudden, it hits me. My sister didn’t bring the Pepsi inside. Father finally found our hiding spot.

  I take a deep breath, letting the heavy air flow into my lungs, and brace myself for what’s waiting for me as soon as I walk into my bedroom. Stepping through the dark wooden door, the first thing that I notice is Father sitting on my bed with an expressionless face. My box o
f secret CDs, the ones that he would never in a million years let me listen to, balancing on his lap. He has The Slim Shady LP by Eminem in his hand, gravely looking at the cover: stupid, stupid me. Why did I have to be so careless? Why did I have to break the rules?

  Hearing me enter, Father turns his head. When his eyes land on me, he stands up, sending the box of CDs crashing to the floor. Shaking the CD in his hand, he starts to scream, “So now you’re listening to devil music and polluting your soul with these evil words! Have I not raised you better than this?”

  Knowing not to respond, I hang my head and wait for the inevitable. It doesn’t take long before he is striding toward me. A second later, his fist flies into my face I can feel the blood pooling in my mouth, but I don’t look up. I don’t even move.

  “Sex and violence; this is what you listen to?” He screams the question before putting his hands on my shoulders and pushing me to my knees. “Repent, son. Ask the Lord for forgiveness. Ask him to save your unworthy soul.”

  I start to pray. Unlike my sister, I do not pray silently. Instead, I bark out my words, knowing Dad will want to hear every repentance that passes through my lips. “Dear Lord, forgive me for my sins.”

  The words have barely left my mouth when Dad’s belt slashes across my back. After eighteen years of his punishments, it seems like I would be prepared for the pain, but I’m not. The force knocks me from my knees, causing my head to smash into the hardwood floor. “You’re worthless, nothing but worthless.”

  I don’t even have time to pull myself up before he swings the belt again. This time, the buckle slams into my kidney, sending a wave of unbearable pain throughout my body.

  “You have turned your back on the Lord, and you must be punished. I’ve tried with you, boy. Tried my best to beat the devil out of you, but you’re a sinner, Garrett. You were born a sinner, and you’ll die a sinner.”

  He continues to shout, but I can no longer hear his words. The pain has taken away my ability to hear; all I can do is focus on the agony I’m in. Whack, whack, whack! The blows keep coming, each one harder than the last.