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  Sinners

  MC

  A Motorcycle Club Anthology

  Sinners MC: A Motorcycle Club Anthology

  Copyright © 2020.

  All rights reserved.

  First Print Edition: December 2020

  Limitless Publishing, LLC

  Kailua, HI 96734

  www.limitlesspublishing.com

  Formatting: Book Pages By Design

  Cover Design: Deranged Doctor Design

  ISBN-13: 978-1-64034-908-7

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

  Table Of Contents

  An Angel Among the Fallen

  By Melinda Valentine

  Born to Hide

  By Ginger Ring

  Ecstasy

  By Shanjida Nusrath Ali

  Mayhem MC

  By Vanessa Siena

  Razor and Edge

  By Evan Grace

  Wrong Address

  By Mandy Michelle

  An Angel Among the Fallen

  By: Melinda Valentine

  Chapter One

  Huffy

  A bright light sliced through the dark, smoke-filled room from the opened side door. Most of the clientele turned to see who entered, only to turn back to their tables without a second glance. The newcomer meant nothing to them. Huffy couldn’t make out who was entering Bunny’s bar and lounge, but she looked almost angelic with the sun shining at her back. She stood there in the door frame with her halo surrounding her, surveying the room. Letting the door slam behind her, she walked confidently to the bar without looking at `anyone.

  What kind of woman waltzed into a biker bar in the middle of the day like she owned the damn place? Certainly not alone, at that. He took a drink of his beer, studying the woman over the top of his mug. Huffy had to admit she was a hardbody. He wouldn’t turn down an evening with her as company. Maybe she was slumming. If she was looking to be a house mouse, he was number one in line.

  She was slender. Her jeans were just tight enough. They looked pristine and expensive. Her leather jacket had no colors. Not a single patch adorned it. She leaned over the mahogany bar. Her long, silky blonde hair pooled on the polished wood. Cogs grinned and placed a beer in front of her before going around to the back office. Huffy walked slowly toward the woman. He rested his arm on the side of the bar and waited for her to look at him. She took a pull off her beer bottle as if he wasn’t standing three feet away.

  “What’s your name?”

  She didn’t bother to face him. “Bonnie.”

  “With a body like that, Bonnie, you don’t need to try so hard. Name brands or not. Fancy or not, they all look the same in a pile on my floor.”

  She eyed him from bottom to top. “Do lines like that actually work?” She scowled before turning away.

  Huffy didn’t expect her to speak to him so directly, so confidently. A house mouse would usually do or say anything to please a guy in leather. Guys certainly didn’t need to work for it.

  Cogs’ old lady, Cherry, spoke up from the end of the bar. “I’d watch yourself, Huff. She looks like she’d turn you inside out.”

  Cherry was in her late forties. Time wasn’t great to her. The cigarettes, booze, and half her life on a bike with the wind in her face added a decade to her looks. She was a hell of a woman, though. She looked out for everyone. There wasn’t a guy there who didn’t at least listen to her advice. Not all were smart enough to take it, though. Like himself.

  “Cherry, I just want to know if her pussy tastes as sweet as she looks.” He grinned and winked in Cherry’s direction. The stranger turned to face him head on. She walked toward him, stopping an inch from his body. His cock jumped as her breast rubbed his arm as she leaned into his ear.

  “It’s sweeter.”

  Huffy grabbed onto her ass. It was firm, and he wanted to bend her over the bar to get a better look. All thoughts halted when a familiar voice boomed through the room.

  “Huffy.”

  No one had ever put the fear of God into him with nothing other than his name except his father and Lunchbox. When the president spoke, you listened. Huffy froze in place. A smile slowly spread across her lips. “Guess you’ll never know now.”

  Huffy looked to Cherry, who still wore the same smile on her face. He wouldn’t get too much shit from Lunchbox. She may be his new mouse, but she was still just a mouse. Eventually she’d belong to the club. It sure as fuck explained her entry. Not a fear nor fuck given as she stood there alone. He turned to watch her ass sway as she approached Lunchbox.

  “Hi, Dad.” She smiled.

  Dad? He turned to Cogs. “What the fuck, dude? A heads up would’ve been nice.”

  “Nice? Yeah. Fun? Hell no.” He laughed.

  Son of a bitch. When LB talked about his little bunny, he always assumed she was a kid. Not this grown woman before him. He never even thought to get background information on her. In three years, he’d never seen her before. He just assumed she was long gone from her father and his way of life. She was hot as hell too. He was in hot water.

  Bonnie

  Her father grabbed her in a big bear hug. “There’s my Bunny. You’re early. I thought you wouldn’t be by for a few hours.” Lloyd “Lunchbox” Malone towered over her. He was well over six feet with broad shoulders and hands as big as a catcher’s mitt. He was an intimidating man.

  “Mom was doing that thing again, so I decided to come by early. Is that all right?”

  He snickered. “Of course. She should know by now; you’ve never been one to follow rules.”

  She shrugged. It’s not that she didn’t follow rules growing up. She just didn’t take anyone making her decisions for her, including her parents. Not that her dad said much after he moved out. She didn’t see much of him in her teen years. Her mother was left on her own raising a bullheaded teenage daughter. Bonnie knew it wasn’t an easy task for her mother.

  “Cogs, get me a shot of whiskey and something off the tap.”

  He sat on a stool at the end of the bar, patting the leather seat next to him. Bonnie took it. Cogs handed her a fresh beer of her own.

  “What? No shot with your pops?” He grinned. “I get it. It’s okay to be afraid, Bunny.” Last time she went shot for shot with her father, she ended up puking her guts out in his bathroom. He was baiting her. She knew it. He knew she would never back down if she thought it was a challenge.

  “I’m not afraid. I drove. I’m a responsible adult, Dad.” She paused. He continued to grin. Ugh, why did she let him do this? “Can I crash in a spare room?” He nodded; a huge fucking smile spread across his face. “Sure, why not? Line one up for me, Cogs.”

  She tapped the side of his glass with hers, and they knocked the whiskey back. She closed her eyes, relishing every moment of the familiar burn. One she could feel to her toes. She opened her eyes slowly. The man from the bar was staring at her. Their eyes locked briefly.

  He was sexy as hell and he knew it. Bonnie had been around men like him her whole life. You learn early. If you a
ct like prey, you become prey. Not that anyone in here would lay a harmful hand on her. Her father would have them in a hole by sundown. She watched him talking to Cherry. His dark hair was cut short on the sides and back. It was long and wild on the top. The stubble on his face gave him an edgy, I can’t be bothered look.

  Her father’s voice pulled her away from the handsome stranger. “So, what did you need to talk about that you couldn’t say over the phone?”

  “There was some chatter last night. I was working midnights last week. A member of River City Renegades came in with multiple stab wounds. I was dressing the wound when his partner got a call. He told him it was a tip the Fallen Angels were behind the attack.”

  “Fuck,” he spat.

  “Is it true?”

  “Hell no. We may not always be on the right side of the law, but I don’t ever hit first.”

  “Dad, listen, I’ve seen what these guys can do. They don’t fuck around. You need to find out who’s setting you up.”

  “I appreciate the intel, but don’t worry about me. It’s my job to worry about you.”

  “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”

  “You carrying?”

  “Always. I’m not stupid.”

  “Good girl. Now, tell me what else is new? How are things going with that guy?”

  “Over.”

  “Already? That was quick.”

  Bonnie shrugged. All her relationships ended quickly. She didn’t mind. Boyfriends were a hassle. She was an ER nurse. Sometimes shifts ran late. Sometimes she came home bruised up from a three-hundred-pound meth head gone wild. None of the guys she dated could handle that.

  When Todd broke up with her, he said she was an adrenaline junkie. As much as she wanted to argue that with him, she couldn’t. It was part of the job. She loved what she did. She loved helping people.

  She nodded toward her stranger. “What’s his deal?”

  “Bunny,” he warned.

  “Yes?”

  “Leave my boys alone.”

  Bonnie scoffed. “I just asked a question.” She didn’t mess around with members. Most were slimy womanizers. Plus, she had a rule about getting involved with criminals. Her dad was the exception to that rule. No matter how many times she tried to cut him out of her life, he was still her father, and she loved him.

  “Huffy. He’s been with me just over three years now. Showed up one afternoon on a bicycle and never left.” He chuckled.

  She rolled her eyes. “Don’t they all?”

  “No, he rolled up on an actual bicycle. A Huffy.”

  She felt the smile spread across her face. She looked over where Huffy was seated. He was animated as he talked to a couple patched guys she knew. He had broad shoulders and a way about him she found fascinating. Yeah, he talked the talk and walked the walk when she got here, but there was something different about him. She couldn’t put her finger on it.

  One of the men glanced her way. Doing a double take, he threw his hands in the air, walking toward her in an awkward predator crouch. Had this been anyone else, she would have been creeped out, but he was as good of a guy as you could get in a club such as this.

  “As I live and breathe.” Mother skittered over, picking her up and spinning her around. He was in his early sixties. He wore his silver hair longer than its matching beard. Icy blue eyes that danced when he laughed but turned to daggers when you met his bad side. She only needed them directed at her one time, when she was about seven years old, to know she never wanted to be on that side again. He grew up with her father, and they had been thick as thieves their whole lives. He was her godfather and loved her like she was his own.

  “I haven’t seen you in ages. It’s about damn time. What finally brings ya around?”

  Her father sipped his drink. “Some news we need to look into.”

  “What kinda news, LB?” Concern etched Mother’s face. “Are you okay, sweetheart? Did some boy do somethin’ stupid? I can have five guys ready with one word.”

  She shook her head. “No, Mother, nothing like that.” She was one hundred percent certain Mother wasn’t exaggerating his willingness to have her honor defended.

  “Renegades.”

  “We haven’t had beef with the Renegades in two decades.”

  Bonnie resumed her spot on the stool next to her father. “One came in last night, carved up pretty good. One of his boys told him it was you guys. I overheard him mention a shipment of stolen guns and drugs.”

  Her father growled. “We don’t deal in drugs.” He slammed his fist on the bar.

  Once her father became president four years ago, he changed the club rules. He had a strict no-drugs policy. Shirley Malone, Bonnie’s grandmother, had overdosed when her father was a teenager. Her death hit the family hard. Lloyd had no one else except his father and the club after that. Both dabbled in pharmaceuticals. So began his hatred of drugs. He would overlook marijuana if you were outside, but no smoking that inside the club either.

  “Herein lies the problem.” Bonnie knew she was stating the obvious, but sometimes that’s what you had to do with a group of stubborn men. Not many men were as stubborn as Lloyd Malone.

  “Stay out here and try to play nice with the boys. Mother and I need to talk.”

  “Sure thing, Dad.” She didn’t want to know whatever they were planning. She only wanted to help her dad stay safe and possibly avoid a war. No one won in a gang war. Too many lives lost and ruined to ever consider a winner. She saw the aftermath more frequently than she wanted.

  Bonnie watched Huffy walk toward her, his stride less cocky than their first encounter. He sat on the stool her father vacated. She was intrigued. Cogs handed him another beer. He sat there for a while in complete silence. He turned to her, looking her in the eye.

  “I apologize…you know…for earlier.”

  “Well, that’s new.”

  “I’m serious. I had no idea you were LB’s daughter. I always assumed you were a teenager the way he spoke about you.”

  “Don’t worry about it. I know what the guys are like in clubs. It’s part of why I was kept away after I turned sixteen.”

  “Buy you another beer?”

  He seemed harmless. “Fuck it, why not?”

  Once he stopped acting like a caveman, Huffy was a pretty nice guy. He was funny, attractive, and seemed incredibly smart. She was surprised to find him in a club. He was the type of guy she usually found herself interested in, minus the patch. She didn’t want a life like her mother had. Her father was a patched member way before they married, so her mom needed to shoulder some of the blame for how her life turned out.

  Her father had numerous affairs, most of which were never secret. Sometimes he didn’t come home for days because he slept in the rooms above the bar with a mouse. Most of the time, her mother was home sipping a bottle. She wasn’t a laid-back drunk, either.

  Bonnie’s childhood was volatile. Most of the time her mother blamed her for her father’s actions. Her parents decided to split when she was ten years old.

  After three DUIs and a suspended license, her mother finally got the help she needed. She’d never kept more than a year sober, but she was trying. They say one day at a time. Bonnie was proud of her. It took courage to wake up and face the same damn demon every single day.

  Her father gave her everything she wanted, except his time. She wanted more out of her life. She worked as an ER nurse at Saint Anthony’s Hospital. The job didn’t leave her with much time for dating, but she felt like she was making a difference. That could be why the more she drank, the less Huffy looked like a mistake.

  Chapter Two

  Huffy

  Her laugh was deep and throaty. It turned him on like nothing he’d ever experienced before. This girl was trouble. If he was smart, he would walk away. No, run away as fast as he could. She would be his undoing. She didn’t know him, and like everyone else, she couldn’t. It was getting late. The bar was packed now. Scantily clad women were practically th
rowing themselves at whomever would take them.

  He didn’t want to be rude. He’d finish his beer and then go find some companionship elsewhere for the evening. She would be safe here. Cogs and Cherry would keep her company until LB came back out. That’s what he should do. Only he couldn’t bring himself to leave her. She was intelligent and real. She had no filter. Whatever she was thinking, she blurted out. He really liked that about her.

  You knew where you stood with a woman like her. No games. Just raw honesty. Maybe that was too much for some guys. It turned him on.

  Gunfire sounded from outside. Half the patrons in the bar ran for the door. The other half looked around in confusion. Bonnie stood from her stool. She didn’t scream or ask silly questions. Her face showed concern and readiness. LB and Mother emerged from the back office.

  “Bunny,” LB yelled. His face was red as a beet as he stormed through the crowd. The man was beyond pissed. “What the fuck is going on, Huffy?”

  “No idea, sir. Just heard what sounds like gunfire.”

  Cracker Jack came running inside, his hand covering his shoulder, blood seeping between his fingers. Cherry ran to him with a bar towel. She pressed it to his wound. Huffy was too far away to see if it was a through and through.

  He cried out, “Preacher!”

  Preacher was a longtime member of the club. He was best friends with the former president, Geronimo. Huffy knew he needed to get outside to see if Preacher was hit and how badly. The front door was jammed with people; it would be easier to go out the back door. He made his way toward the back. Stopping before he entered the hall, he wondered, maybe he should bring Bonnie with him? Get her out of here before the police arrived. He turned back to go get her as Preacher came through the front door. Huffy was relieved he was all right. He took one step before watching Preacher raise a Smith & Wesson revolver. He shot Cracker Jack in the back of the head. Another bullet hit Cherry. She fell to the floor. Huffy couldn’t tell where she was hit or if she was alive.