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  Copyright © 2020 by Izzy Sweet and Sean Moriarty

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  Published by Izzy Sweet and Sean Moriarty

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2020 Izzy Sweet & Sean Moriarty

  Cover

  Photographer: FuriousFotog/Golden Czermak

  Model: Andrew England

  Design: https://www.simplydefinedart.com

  Dedicated to Dr. John Sundquist, PT, DPT, Cert. MDT

  Who will never read this book (unless Miranda reads it to him by force) but whose beloved family member’s accident was the inspiration for this totally fictional story.

  Acknowledgments

  Sean’s Thanks

  A gigantic thank you to B.B. Blaque. Without your help this book surely wouldn’t be nearly as complete. Your inspiration and words helped me tremendously throughout this book. I can’t thank you enough for all the guidance and friendship you’ve given me.

  Kristine Allen, yeah, I’m not entirely sure our FBI overlords will believe us when we try to explain it was for research.

  Chelle C. Craze, your encouragement and friendship means the world to me and I truly feel like you’re family to us.

  Chris Genovese, my brother thanks for those words when I needed them the most.

  Kim Gauger, thank you so much for helping us during the rough patches! It’s finally done, I owe you!

  To all the amazing people who have picked up this book, thank you.

  Sincerely,

  Sean M.

  Izzy’s Thanks

  To everyone who suffered my crazy ass during the time it took Sean and me to write this book, thank you.

  To Miranda, who is always there for me. Always. You’re my rock. My Boo. The person who I always turn to. The person who I look forward to talking to. The person who has had to listen to all my worries and complaints and somehow still likes me. Never leave me. I will dig that hole you’re always threatening to dig and get the basket ready…

  To Nic. Always willing and ready to read and ease my anxieties. Whose feedback is invaluable. Whose suggestions are golden. Who introduced me to and got me addicted to spicy Korean noodles. And who happens to be awake when I’m up all night because you run on New Zealand time. I’m blessed to have you as a friend. Even if you make me feel really old sometimes!

  To Kim. For reading this entire book at an inhuman speed, on short notice. Typos, errors, and all. Really, you should be sainted for that alone. And whose invaluable feedback inspired me to write better. I truly appreciate your insight, and without it, I would have missed out on a great opportunity to push this story where it needed to go.

  To my fellow Royal Bastards authors.

  To Crimson Syn. My author wife. My sweetie. Thank you for putting this project together and for all your hard work. You’ve done so much! And the Royal Bastards series is as awesome as it is because of you. The Royal Bastards would not exist without you! This book wouldn’t have been written without your work and that would suck, because so far it’s my favorite book I’ve ever written. We seriously need to discuss torture techniques more often and theorize on how to move very illegal things across the country. Who knows, if this writing gig doesn’t work out…

  To B.B. Blaque. Who patiently and awesomely answered every little question I had about motorcycles and the MC life. And totally didn’t get annoyed. Any mistakes made in this book are completely Sean’s and my fault. I am truly honored you used our characters in your book, Rotten Apple. It was an amazing experience to read about them in your words. Also, I seriously look up to you. You are one of the coolest women I know. I’m dying to meet you and hang out in person. I have a feeling we will get up to some trouble…

  To CM Genovese. Were you a cheerleader in school or another life? Because you’ve been cheering Sean and me on this entire book! Selflessly, you offer your love and support without expecting any in return. You know how worried and how hard it was for us to write this book as fast as we had to write it, and yet you were there, telling us we could do it, and that our readers were going to love it. You helped keep us motivated. You helped us keep our eye on the prize, reaching the end and putting it in the hands of our readers. Thank you for letting us include Rain from your book Frozen Rain in this book. I love your writing, you know that, and it was an honor. You are one of my favorite friends, a kindred author spirit through and through.

  To all the other authors in the Royal Bastards series, thanks for writing the amazing books you have written for this series. Thanks for letting us be on this ride with you.

  To Kristin Youngblood, for pimping us and for all the work you’ve done for the Royal Bastards. It is seen. It is noticed. It and you are very much appreciated. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

  To my PA, Lauren, for doing all the “grown up” stuff I have a hard time doing. For always checking in on us. For being there for our readers. For simply being an amazing person, always willing to help. Always willing to offer ideas. And always checking to make sure we haven’t killed each other yet. I honestly don’t know what we would do without you.

  To Mollie. I had a wonderful time hanging out with you in Indy. Thank you so much for your support, for reading us, and for being there when I needed research about Louisville.

  To Mary. Thank you for reading and proofing!

  To Sean. My favorite author ever. I can’t believe I get to write with my favorite author… If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up.

  To all our readers. Thanks for reading our words, we truly hope you enjoy the story! We wouldn’t be writing without you.

  <3 Izzy

  About This Book

  She says she doesn't remember me and doesn't know who I am, but it won't stop me from claiming her again.

  Five years ago, Allie and I were young and in love. Giving into our crazy passion.

  As the son of an MC Pres, her uptight parents hated my guts, but I didn't give a damn.

  I was ready to make her my ol' lady and start knocking her up with my kids.

  But a brutal accident almost killed her, and her parents ripped her from my grasp.

  I searched for her to no avail. Her family disappeared, dropping off the map.

  Years have passed with no word from her.

  Years that have hardened my heart and turned me into the Bastard I am.

  And now she's back in my town, back with a kid that looks like me.

  She doesn't understand why I've taken her.

  Or why I've locked her up and won't let her out of my bed.

  And that's fine with me.

  Because the one thing she will come to understand is that she's mine and I'm never letting her go again.

  Contents

  Playlists

  Royal Bastards Code

  1. Allie

  2. Coy

  3. Coy

  4. Allie

  5. Coy

  6. Allie

  7. Coy

  8. Allie

  9. Coy

  10. Allie

  11. Coy

  12. Allie

  13. Coy

  14. Allie

  15. Coy

  16. Allie

  17. Allie

  18. Coy

  19. Coy

  20. Allie

  21. Coy

  22. Allie

  23. Coy

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bsp; 24. Allie

  Epilogue

  Featured Characters

  Disciples Characters

  Royal Bastards MC Series

  Stalk Us

  About Us

  Also by Izzy and Sean

  Preview: Keeping Lily (Disciples 1)

  Playlists

  Coy

  Available on Spotify: https://spoti.fi/2wC76F8

  Radar Love - Ministry & Co-Conspirators

  Broken Wings - Alter Bridge

  Behold, The Pretty Filthy Creatures! - Rob Zombie

  Resentment - A Day To Remember

  Stranglehold - Ted Nugent

  Inside Out (Radio Edit) - Five Finger Death Punch

  ANTI-SOCIAL - While She Sleeps

  Another Life - Motionless In White

  Trade In Your Guns For A Coffin - Rob Zombie

  Whole Lotta Love - Coalesce

  Gasoline - I Prevail

  Dying To Believe - Parkway Drive

  Allie

  Available on Spotify: https://spoti.fi/39jr9Wi

  No One Like You [Main] - J2

  Faded - Alone Architect

  The Wolves - Cyrus Reynolds

  Fallout - UNSECRET

  100 Little Deaths - Juliet Simms

  Don't Stop the Devil - Dead Posey

  Mz. Hyde - Halestorm

  Lost (feat. Sully Erna) - Stitched Up Heart

  I Like It Heavy - Halestorm

  Wicked Ones - Dorothy

  Come For Me - New Years Day

  Unchained Melody - Crywolf

  ROYAL BASTARDS CODE

  PROTECT: The club and your brothers come before anything else, and must be protected at all costs. CLUB is FAMILY.

  RESPECT: Earn it & Give it. Respect club law. Respect the patch. Respect your brothers. Disrespect a member and there will be hell to pay.

  HONOR: Being patched in is an honor, not a right. Your colors are sacred, not to be left alone, and NEVER let them touch the ground.

  OL’ LADIES: Never disrespect a member’s or brother’s Ol’ Lady. PERIOD.

  CHURCH is MANDATORY.

  LOYALTY: Takes precedence over all, including well-being.

  HONESTY: Never LIE, CHEAT, or STEAL from another member or the club.

  TERRITORY: You are to respect your brother’s property and follow their Chapter’s club rules.

  TRUST: Years to earn it...seconds to lose it.

  NEVER RIDE OFF: Brothers do not abandon their family.

  “We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.”

  ~ Cesare Pavese

  Chapter One

  Allie

  5 years ago

  Louisville, Kentucky

  Heavy metal music blares from the next room, vibrating the walls. There’s a hint of smoke in the air, a mixture of cigarettes and marijuana, that bites at the back of the throat.

  The lighting is dim, almost nonexistent, making the room I’m in seem dark and dingy, like the place hasn’t had a good cleaning in years.

  Occasionally, voices raised in both joy and anger pierce through the pounding beat of the music. Tickling at the back of my senses.

  But none of it matters.

  Nothing matters except for the man holding me in his arms.

  “Allie,” Coy growls into my mouth between thrusts of his tongue.

  His taste… God, I can’t get enough of his taste. He tastes like bourbon, man, and something more. He tastes like something addictive… something I’ve been craving all my life.

  He tastes like power, excitement, and danger all wrapped up in one.

  Everything I’ve been warned away from.

  Everything that could destroy me.

  The perfect forbidden fruit.

  Hand grabbing my face, firmly holding me in place, Coy kisses me deep. Kisses me like he’s trying to shove all his love down my throat.

  I grab at his chest, fingers clutching the soft fabric of his black t-shirt, as he cuts off all my air.

  My lungs begin to burn, aching for oxygen, and my head starts to feel light and woozy before he finally tears his mouth away.

  Pressing his forehead against mine, he breathes out, his warm breath caressing my face, and says, “Fuck, I missed you.”

  There’s true sincerity in his words, but a touch of anger, too.

  Breathing heavily, his hard chest rises and falls against my clutching fingers.

  Eyes closed, I take a moment to soak him in. Soak in the feeling of finally having him close, before I tell him, my throat almost aching with the words, “I missed you too.”

  Coy’s breath hitches, his chest stilling for a heartbeat.

  A warning my brain recognizes but doesn’t process until it’s too late.

  With another growl rumbling in his chest, he picks me up, off my feet. The world spins as I’m swung through the air and then my back hits a wall.

  Pushing his body into me, forcing my thighs to spread wide open for him, Coy’s mouth attacks my mouth again.

  Unlike the first kiss, this kiss isn’t loving. No, it’s desperate and angry. Full of pent-up frustration.

  I feel every single of one his emotions in the kiss. The way his tongue lashes at mine, I know he wants to punish me.

  The way his teeth are there, just on the edge, ready to bite down, I know he wants me to feel his pain.

  Pain because the one thing in the world he wants and needs is being kept away from him.

  I know because it’s my pain, too.

  “Seven days,” he says, his voice sharp with accusation as he breaks the kiss. His hand finds its way to the back of my head then his fingers lace through my hair and tug, forcing my neck to arch. “It’s been seven fucking days, Allie.”

  Peering up, my eyes drink in his face. Even angry, he’s too fucking handsome. So handsome it makes my chest hurt.

  “I’m sorry,” I exhale breathlessly, lungs working hard to catch up on air. “It’s not like I have a choice.”

  I watch his gaze darken and his features tighten. In this lighting, with those eyes and that perfect bone-structure, the devil himself is staring me down.

  A sting spreads across my scalp as his grip tightens, tugging harder on my hair. “You always have a choice.”

  “I don’t,” I say as the small bite of pain settles deliciously into my bones. I’ll take whatever he’ll give me. Take his love, take his hate. “But when I do, I’m with you.”

  Coy’s nostrils flare and pure fury washes over his face. A fury that actually frightens me a little.

  But before I can shove him away or do anything to protect myself, he makes this strange sound deep in his chest.

  A sound that’s both desperate and frustrated.

  His head comes down and his lips crush against mine so hard I end up plastered against the wall.

  “I fucking missed you,” he rumbles into my mouth, his anger finally cracking.

  Releasing my grip on his shirt, I wrap my arms around his neck and arch my body into his.

  Willing. Always willing.

  I can no more fight this thing between us, this thing that’s been consuming us, than he can.

  Lord knows, I’ve tried. Tried and failed to be the good girl.

  I want to tell him I missed him too, that I’ve been dying without him, but his tongue and lips don’t give me the chance.

  Kissing me like he’s trying to consume me, he groans like he’s in pain and rocks his hips against me. Grinding his trapped erection against my panties.

  A burst of pure pleasure shoots up my spine and my knees go weak.

  It always takes him so little effort to get me there. To get me primed and ready to accept everything he’s going to throw at me.

  And more. There’s always more.

  “I missed these fucking lips,” he says, and then swallows my answering sigh.

  Fingers untangling from my hair, his hand drops down and slides up my shirt.

  Shoving my bra out of the way, he
cups my breast and gives me a firm squeeze. “I missed these fucking tits.”

  My nipple instantly tightens against his rough palm.

  His hand hasn’t always been this big or this rough. It seems like only yesterday he was the boy next door…

  Now he’s a man dry humping me against a wall.

  Calloused fingers play with me, squeezing and fondling in rhythm with his thrusting tongue.

  And everything inside me begins to melt.

  I’m so fucking wet I swear it’s leaking out of me.

  My thighs are slick, my panties soaked.

  I’ve been thinking about him all day. Hell, I’ve been thinking about him all week. My body on edge, longing and waiting to see him again.

  Being with him in my dreams hasn’t been enough to sustain me.

  I’ve been starving.

  “I missed this fucking pussy,” he growls and then his teeth nip at my lip.