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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  EPILOGUE

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  IRON KINGS MC

  BOOK 3

  FRANCA STORM

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  DEVIANT. Iron Kings MC. Book Three.

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  The king's right hand.

  I'm the Vice President of Iron Kings MC.

  Loyal. Unwavering. Dirty as sin.

  I've got a hard legacy to live up to.

  Trained by a legend.

  Bound by a code.

  But even the best men falter.

  A business mogul.

  Tough as nails.

  My other half.

  She's always been mine.

  But her demons might drag her away.

  When our pasts come calling, we're rocked to the core.

  We fight to hold on.

  I won't let her drown.

  The darkness won't win.

  But I'm backed into a corner.

  I'm forced to make a brutal choice.

  My girl, or the club?

  1

  ~Deviant~

  ORGANIZED CHAOS.

  That was the only way to describe how things were going down all around me.

  Way too many people crammed into a limited space.

  Aggravatingly repetitive dance music that was like nails on a chalkboard to my ears and psyche alike.

  Half-naked women and men gyrating and rubbing up on each other like a goddamn live sex show, and working me up something fierce.

  The whole situation would have been a complete clusterfuck if it weren't for the supreme management skills of Skylar Wright, the owner of the high-end nightclub. Excite was the hottest club in the City of Landon. It had been ever since it'd opened its doors two years ago.

  And today, on its two-year anniversary was no exception.

  The problem was, a big, highly-publicized event like this drew the bad as well as the good. It was a security nightmare. Not just with keeping out the uninvited and those wanting entry for nefarious reasons, but with keeping the peace inside. With so many people in such close quarters, passions raging out of control, liquor flowing like water, inhibitions lowering real quick, the whole situation was a hotbed for mob mentality. It was a dangerous cocktail.

  It meant Excite's regular security team couldn't cut it.

  That was why we'd been called in.

  The best of the best that the Iron Kings MC had to offer.

  Landon was only a forty-five-minute ride from the club's hometown of Ridgefield, so it was easily accessible for us. Not to mention, Sky was a friend and an asset to the club, so Spartan hadn't hesitated on offering up our help.

  "North and East quadrants secure," Wraith's voice sounded through my earpiece.

  I smiled to myself. He just couldn't shut it down. He'd been out of the military for a while now and the jargon, his mentality and strategies often came spilling out like he was still talking to his old teammates. When he got really into it, none of us, outside of Spartan, knew what the hell he was getting at and he'd have to translate. So, for the most part, he tried to keep it light when he did fall back into it.

  "Copy that, Wraith," I responded.

  "South's all good," Anarchy's voice came down the line.

  "West's taken care of," Wrecker spoke. "Bet your woman's gonna be real grateful to you."

  A chorus of laughter sounded down the line.

  "Shut it, fuckers," I muttered.

  Jesus. If they didn't keep that shit locked up, word was going to get to Sky before I was ready. Her staff members were everywhere. Any one of them could overhear all that and spill it to her.

  Nah, that wasn't the way this was going to happen. I needed to do it right.

  It had been a long time coming.

  For years now, the only commitment in my life had been the club. When it came to women and any relationship stuff, I'd kept it real casual. Just fucking, clean breaks with no headaches, or bullshit drama messing with my life. I'd done what I wanted, however the hell I wanted. I didn't tone myself down for anyone, or compromise anything for anyone. I lived free.

  But, with Sky, none of that was at risk.

  We were good together. Even as things had started to become more intense and we'd grown closer, I hadn't felt that suffocating sensation, my freedom being compromised in any way. She didn't try to change me. I didn't try to change her. We accepted one another as we were. She was a hell of a find, really one of a kind. She was so special. I couldn't risk losing her.

  I knew she'd been growing disillusioned with the restrictive boundaries of our current arrangement. She wanted more for us. I was prepared to give her that. Before I lost the best thing that had ever happened to me.

  "Keep it tight. Report in every twenty minutes," I ordered the boys.

  A bunch of confirmations rang in my ears.

  Satisfied, I started the hellish task of making my way off the crowded main floor and up to Sky's office.

  It was bedlam.

  You couldn't take two steps forward without smacking into somebody. It was too much. Overwhelming was an understatement. Especially for somebody like me. I wasn't a big fan of crowds. I liked the quiet, always had. Even when the pussy parties went down at the clubhouse, I kept away as much as I could. To avoid being seen as a completely unsocial dick, I'd sometimes force myself to make an appearance and stay for a single drink. But then I'd get gone. Fast.

  This situation was really pushing it for me. I could stomach it for her, though.

  Sky and Spartan had made a deal recently. She was using her know-how as a successful nightclub owner to help the club with its latest business development. We were moving away from the whole dive bar scene and into a sexier, entertainment-based franchise. Prez had shot down the obvious suggestion of going the strip joint route, because he was all anti-sleaze. The next step up was to launch a series of modern burl
esque clubs. Sky had been really into the project. There was even talk about her considering a fifty-fifty partnership and taking a full hands-on role in it all, instead of simply remaining in an advisory capacity. Anyway, as the current deal stood, she was giving us her expertise and, in exchange, we were running security tonight. I was usually the behind-the-scenes guy. All the club's top security know-it-alls were here. They could've handled it without their VP looking over their shoulders. I could've run point from back at the clubhouse. But I'd wanted to be here tonight to see Sky, to tell her what I'd been sitting on for way too long.

  Not to mention, I hadn't seen Sky for weeks. I'd been busy with club stuff and she'd had her hands full gearing up for tonight's big anniversary blowout. I wanted her like nothing else. I was really hard-up. It was going to be a struggle to keep my focus solely on having this important talk with her and not losing myself to our usual mode of some down and dirty fucking.

  And maybe I didn't like the idea of her being up close and personal with my brothers in an overheated, liquor-fueled, bodies-slamming-together situation like this over-the-top party. I'd become possessive of her. Not only did I want to make her mine and lay down an official claim on her, but it'd also taken me a goddamn age to find her, to find a woman who could take what I dealt out. I had certain predilections and I couldn't unleash them on just anybody or some random one-nighter. Nah, there had to be open communication, complete honesty, and big time trust. There was no way I was gonna risk losing her after all the work it'd taken. She was perfect. But she had a thing for bad boys and was a real flirt around the boys. So, I hadn't been on board with them all swarming around her without me being here too. I'd made it real clear to all of them that I was gonna make her mine, so they wouldn't do anything. But it still bothered me, still worried me. Sure, it was a bit hypocritical, because I was known as the biggest flirt of the club. But that was all just harmless fun. I didn't take any random offers. It stopped at the flirting always. Sky was the only exception. But after tonight, there'd be no more of that, not even joking around like that with other women. When I made her mine and she accepted, that would be that. Just her. Nobody else. What the hell would I ever need that for anyway? She was the one. No one else had ever come close.

  I navigated my way across the club floor, the people chilling around the many frosted glass tables, all different shades of neon, the couples and groups bumping and grinding, the guys salivating over the dancers and acrobats doing their thing on the star-shaped raised platforms situated every twenty feet throughout the club. Fortunately, those who weren't drunk off their asses and were still aware of what was going on around them, moved out of the way when they saw me coming. A makeshift path formed for me. It was the way shit always worked for me. I gave off that intimidating aura. People did as I wanted, as I commanded. Often, I didn't even need to use words. There was enough power in just a look, or even my demeanor itself. It was the uncompromising dominance I exuded.

  Sure enough, in no time, I was passing through the security blockade we'd set up at the bottom of the staircase that led up to the private offices. I rolled my eyes at the purple LEDs lining the treads of every step. Everything was fancy-ass and way too vibrant and fucking sparkly. Designer clothing filled my vision, jewelry, purses, and whatever else, that cost more than my bike. And here I was in my leather pants, motorcycle boots and worn leather jacket. Yeah, none of this was my scene at all.

  Anymore.

  Hell, I still couldn't believe there'd ever been a time when it had been.

  The thirty-two-year-old man I was now was a far cry from the kid who'd been born into wealth and grown up around the luxury that every inch of Excite exuded. My father, the controlling fucker, was a CEO of a multi-million-dollar financial conglomerate. He was a big mover and shaker in high society too and my mom was the perfect society queen. I'd had my whole life mapped out for me. Every move I'd made, too. They'd done everything in their power to tamper down my free spirit. In the end, it'd cost them a son. At sixteen, I'd dropped out of high school and never looked back.

  No one controlled me. No one.

  Fortunately for them, they still had my younger brother to lead along like the sheep that they'd wanted for a son.

  It was weird that Sky and I got along so well, because she was a part of that world too. I'd run from it all and had no inclination to go back to it in any way, but, somehow, Sky had become the exception. She wasn't like the rest of them. Things hadn't been handed to her. She'd become a part of it all from her own hard work and she'd carved out her own life, just like me. She got where I was coming from like nobody else.

  I made a left down the corridor and reached her office at the end of the hallway.

  I rapped on the door and she called out for me to come on in.

  Zoning in on her right away, I smiled to myself as I watched her typing away furiously on her desktop computer. She had that intense look of concentration on her face that I knew well. It was the same expression she had, her eyebrows knitting, her jaw tightening as she ground her teeth, as when I delayed her pleasure and wouldn't let her come, making her hold out.

  She looked up at my arrival, a sexy grin spreading over her lips as she took me in standing at her door. I let myself in and closed it behind me and she got up from behind her desk to meet me halfway.

  Holy shit. It was the first time I'd laid eyes on her since me and the boys had shown up here a few hours ago. The size of her club and the insane number of guests meant we'd had our work cut out for us with securing everything. And that was even with the prep we'd put into planning things beforehand when she'd first brought the job to us. I'd figured she'd be dressed to kill tonight with the big deal that the whole party was, but what I was looking at was something else altogether. Just the sight of her had my dick hard in a fucking instant. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to hold back. Her silver dress swept across the floor as she sauntered up to me, the thing hugging her sweet curves like it had been painted on. There was a slit up the right side that went all the way up to her upper thigh, just shy of her panty line. The straps glittered and drew more attention to the plunging neckline, the thing only just covering her nipples. Her normally straight brown hair was curled, falling down her back, a couple of inches longer than mine.

  "You look…" I couldn't find the words for it.

  "Incredible?" she said with a little laugh.

  "Yeah. Fucking right, you do."

  "It's kind of my thing," she said, never the modest type. Why the fuck should she be? The woman had it all. She stepped up to me and ran her hands up and down the arms of my jacket. "And you look as delicious as ever."

  Delicious? I'd tried to get her to stop using that word to describe me, but it was like telling me and the boys to stop cursing. It was what it was.

  She shifted her hands to my chest, sliding under my jacket and over my tee, feeling up my pecs. She traced a path down to my abs, before coming to rest on my cock, one gripping my hard shaft, the other cupping my balls. Excitement shone in her eyes as she started to play a little. I knew she liked the feel of my cock encased in leather.

  "This place looks amazing. It's packed."

  She eyed me quizzically. "Something you hate with a vengeance."

  "Yeah," I admitted.

  "Yet, you still came," she said, her surprise clear. "You weren't scheduled on the security team. What's that all about?" she asked coyly.

  "Well, I—"

  She gave my cock a squeeze, jolting me from my line of thought. "You needed me, didn't you?" She gestured the length of her sexy body with her free hand. "You missed this."

  Fuck, yeah.

  But it was more than that.

  I needed to tell her and—

  She brushed her lips over mine. She rubbed my cock up and down, making me hard as fucking steel. All my blood shot south, scrambling my brain. "Well, don't keep a girl waiting."

  It was on!

  I stepped up into her personal space, looming over her, and purpos
ely not touching her, in order to ramp up the sexual tension all the more. I heard her breath hitch, watched her pupils dilate. I figured. I wasn't exactly playing fair, because I knew it turned her on to have me all up in her space. She liked being surrounded by me, my dominance engulfing her.

  "Nah, no more waiting, sugar."

  I reached out and ran my hands up and down the sides of her silky dress, brushing over the sides of her full, perky tits, down to her hips, the tops of her thighs, then making my way back up again. As I continued to tease her with my slow, sensual touch, I eased her backward until her sweet ass met the lounger in the seating area, the furniture all sleek white leather. Dropping my hands from her body, I leaned in and growled low in her ear, "Is that box still in your bottom desk drawer?"

  She shuddered against me. "Yes," she choked out, barely able to contain herself.

  "Mmm," I said, breathing her in before nipping her earlobe. I soothed the sting with my tongue and licked down the side of her neck. "Now, be a good girl and lay down there, tits up."

  I pulled back to see erotic excitement on her face. As she hurried past me to follow my command, I gave her ass a stinging slap that had her yelping, then giggling.

  I smiled then crossed to her desk. The drawer was conveniently unlocked. I pulled it open and found the toys I'd given her over our time together ready and waiting for me, all cleaned, sanitized in Ziploc bags, and artfully arranged. Just how I'd taught her to keep them. I snatched up what I wanted, then walked to the seating area to find her sprawled out on her back on the lounger like I'd instructed, the length of it fitting her five-foot-four curvy form perfectly.

  I walked around to her feet, eyeing her sparkling come-fuck-me spiky heels strapped to her feet. They were as deadly as they were sexy.

  I slid the hem of her dress up slowly with one hand as I held my other with the toy behind my back out of her view. She trembled as I exposed her thighs an inch at a time, until her silk covered pussy was fully visible, her dress resting just above her pierced navel.