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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

  EPILOGUE

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  IRON KINGS MC

  BOOK 4

  FRANCA STORM

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  ANARCHY. Iron Kings MC. Book Four.

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  Reckless.

  Cocky.

  Impulsive.

  I’m an enforcer for the Iron Kings MC.

  I’ve got a rep as a self-destructive, adrenaline-junkie.

  The rebellious wildcard.

  But I’m also the guy who gets things done.

  There’s nothing I can’t figure out.

  Until a leather-clad angel crashes into my life.

  She’s more than what she seems.

  And what she is threatens everything.

  My work. My home. My life.

  I never should’ve touched her.

  But it’s too late now.

  The damage is done.

  I’m supposed to be the smart one, the whiz kid, the fixer.

  But I can’t fix this.

  It’s my curse.

  No matter how hard I try, trouble is all I’ll ever be.

  1

  ~Anarchy~

  TIME FLEW BY REAL FAST.

  Especially when you were having fun and living the life you’d always known you were meant to.

  I couldn’t believe I was coming up on my five-year anniversary of being a fully-patched member of the Iron Kings MC.

  Word was that the boys were arranging a big blowout party for me.

  I was doing my own celebrating too.

  For one, I was finally getting my club tat.

  I’d always planned on getting it when I’d reached the five-year mark, the first milestone. A lot of the brothers got theirs right off the bat, the second they were patched in. But, for me, shit didn’t always work out so well.

  Trouble kind of followed me.

  Well, I kind of followed it.

  I’d wanted to be fully settled into my life with Iron Kings, earned a good rep, and all that, before I’d inked the patch on me in such a permanent way.

  Now I was settled and I wasn’t worried about jinxing it anymore. Prez respected me, so did the rest of the boys. More than even that, they needed me. I was an integral cog in the Iron Kings machine.

  I never thought I’d be getting it inked outside of Ridgefield, though, let alone, on another club's territory. But me, Wraith and Wrecker were here in the City of Taunton doing business and working on building our alliance with the Lone Outlaws MC.

  I wouldn’t be back on club soil until a few weeks after my five-year anniversary hit and it was important to me to get it in time. It was a whole thing to me basically.

  Besides, the guy I’d come to in the city had an awesome rep that extended way beyond Taunton’s borders. Ray was the best of the best. His artwork displayed all over the walls of the room I was chilling in at Ink Maestro, was a testament to that. It would’ve been all the proof I’d needed, even if I hadn’t already had word of mouth recommendations from a bunch of the Lone Outlaws members since I’d been here. Although, I wouldn’t be saying that to our club princess, Ashley, who was our resident tattoo artist back in Ridgefield. Nah, that wouldn’t go down well.

  The door opened, cutting through my thoughts, as Ray walked in.

  I smiled to myself as I saw the stencil he’d been finalizing clutched in his hand.

  “Sorry about that,” he offered. “We’re good to go now.” Pointing to the adjustable black leather chair, he instructed, “Lose the shirt and jacket and make yourself comfortable.”

  I shrugged off my leather jacket and pulled off my gray t-shirt and hung them off the hook on the adjacent wall.

  As I settled into the chair, he rolled up to me on his and held up the stencil. “Look good?”

  I nodded, studying the Iron Kings Motorcycle Club crest. An edgy looking skull wearing a crown and riding a bike that was kicking up dust and burning some serious rubber.

  I was damn well beaming down at it. “Yeah. It’s right on.”

  With a nod, he got to work setting everything up.

  I concentrated on relaxing and getting into a good, calm headspace for what was coming. Before I knew it, I was zoning out.

  The sound of the tattoo gun buzzing to life pulled me out of it a little, excitement blooming.

  Ray wiped the tattoo site with that disinfectant shit, just above my nipple, right over my heart.

  The gun was poised, ready to begin what I’d been waiting years for.

  And then the door flew open.

  What. The. Shit?

  Ray paused, the tattoo gun just shy of penetrating my skin.

  Dammit, so close!

  I jerked my head toward the open door to see who’d just interrupted what I’d been looking forward to for so long. Who the fuck was rude enough to burst on into someone else’s session? They hadn’t even knocked and—

  My gaze locked on the culprit, and all that agitation momentarily retreated.

  Jesus Christ.

  A leather clad angel stood in the doorway.

  A shock of vibrant-blue hair filled my vision. Thick and wavy, it fell down almost all the way to her ass. Her deep blue eyes sparkled in the harsh light of the room. Her lips were painted a dark red, all pouty and sexy.

  My gaze dipped lower to a lowcut black, lacy tank that drew ample attention to a perky pair of C-cup tits.

  Lower.

  The black leather skirt she was wearing barely covered her ass.

  Lower still.

  Stiletto boots went halfway up her thighs.

  A cropped leather jacket competed her look.

  Fuck me.

  “Are you done?”

  It took me a second to realize that she was talking to me.

  My eyes snapped to her face. “What?”

  “Are you done eye-fucking me, Brown Eyes?”

  Brown Eyes?

  She grinned and explained, “You have pretty brown eyes. They’re almost orange, a dark orange. I’ve never seen anything like them.”

  “Pretty?” I s
coffed.

  Ray laughed from beside me.

  “You should learn to make your eye-fucking less obvious, Brown Eyes.”

  “Yeah, no. I ain’t gonna be doing that, lovely. Not when I like what I see so damn much.”

  Her cheeks heated and I heard her breath hitch, letting me know I’d caught her off guard.

  She didn’t bite back with anything. Instead, she started returning the favor, looking me up and down, taking in every inch of me in a slow and deliberate way.

  First, she took in my right arm, which was inked from shoulder to wrist, an intricate patchwork of designs, symbols, letters, and images that spoke to me and about me.

  Her eyes tracked over to my naked chest on full display.

  And then she licked her fucking lips. It had my dick waking up quick.

  “I like your piercings,” she said, staring at the hoops through both my nipples. “Do you have any more?”

  She’d walked right into something there.

  I smirked at her. “My cock.”

  A small gasp escaped her. Her eyes darted to my ripped jeans and then away fast. She shifted her weight uneasily. Then she looked right past me, at Ray, and asked, “Do you have time to ink me?”

  “He’s busy on mine right now,” I told her. Who the fuck did she think she was?

  Shockingly, Ray got up and walked over to her. “What you thinking of?” he asked her politely. He kept his eyes strictly on her face. No looking anywhere else, not even for a second. He had to be seeing what I was, so I had no idea why he wasn’t taking it all in, like I was. The only thing that made sense was that it was out of some sort of intense respect for her. Or, maybe, somebody connected to her.

  She glanced at me quickly.

  Then she turned her back to Ray and lifted her shirt and pulled down her skirt a bit, revealing her lower back… and the top of a real sweet, tight ass. Christ Almighty. She was wearing a lacy black thong.

  Ray looked insanely uncomfortable, even when she fixed herself and turned back to face him.

  “Your old man know about this?”

  She folded her arms across her chest and gave him a stern look. “I’m twenty-two, Ray. I don’t need his permission.”

  “We both know that ain’t true, sweetie.”

  Sweetie? Wow, he was laying it on thick.

  She rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll get Cliff to do it for me then.”

  “No! I’ll do it. Just give me a second,” Ray told her, sounding ridiculously concerned.

  “Thank you,” she said, smiling and blowing him a kiss.

  As she walked out, I saw him blushing.

  “Sorry, Anarchy.”

  “What?”

  “She’s… uh… priority.”

  “Just let Cliff take care of it.”

  He shook his head, looking horrified at the suggestion. “He’s a pervert. Can’t.”

  Before I could say anything else, he took off out of the room.

  What had just happened?

  ***

  Mission accomplished.

  Flying high with my club tattoo finally inked on me, I stepped out of Ray’s place a couple of hours later, intending to go for a long, invigorating ride, when something caught my eye.

  The hot mama from earlier was leaning against the wall of the shop eyeing me.

  She pushed off and strutted right up to me.

  “Sorry about taking your spot earlier. I was on a tight schedule.”

  “How did you know I wasn’t?”

  Her brow furrowed.

  “Yeah. You didn’t even think about that, did you?”

  She shrugged. “Look, I said I was sorry. I’ll buy you a drink to make it up to you.”

  “You’re used to getting what you want all the time, huh?”

  She cocked an eyebrow and bit her lip coyly. “Depends.”

  “On what?”

  “Whether you accept my drink invitation.” She stepped into me and sucked me into her smoldering gaze as she breathed in a sultry whisper, “Because, right now, that’s what I want.”

  Holy hell, she was brazen.

  Good thing I liked that in a woman.

  “Two.”

  “What?”

  “Buy me two drinks and we’ll call it even.”

  She made a show of thinking on it. She looked me up and down as she bit those sexy lips of hers. And then she nodded. “Deal.”

  I led the way down the street and she fell into step beside me, her high heels clacking loudly on the sidewalk. I pointed to the place I’d been drinking at with Wrecker last night, a low-key, hole-in-the-wall bar. It was quiet and the liquor was cheap.

  “Perfect,” she said, smiling.

  ***

  Holy shit.

  She was something.

  She wasn’t the princess bitch I’d taken her for with her behavior earlier. In fact, it had become clear to me that it was just some sort of tough-ass act she had going on. After a couple of drinks, all of that had fallen away and she’d let her guard down, stripping away all the bullshit.

  She was a load of fun. She had a wicked sense of humor. She was smart. She had a dirty mind. And I’d never heard a sweeter sound than her laugh. She did a little half-snorting thing that was so damn cute when she got carried away with it.

  “Oh my God!” she giggled to herself. “You know what?”

  “What?” I asked, grinning at her.

  “We never exchanged names. I could just keep calling you, Brown Eyes,” she teased, fluttering her eyelashes rapidly at me.

  “You got an eye twitch happening there?”

  “No! Shut up! That was me trying to be sexy.”

  I leaned across the table, my eyes locking with hers. “You don’t need to try.”

  She giggled. “You’re a badass with a sweet side, huh?”

  I shrugged. “Maybe.”

  She leaned in closer and dropped her voice to a sexy whisper. “There’s only one surefire way to know when it comes to a man.”

  “Whether he’s a sweet badass, or just a badass with no redeeming qualities?”

  “Yeah, a jerk, basically.”

  “Huh. So, how’d you test that?”

  Her gaze heated as the words fell from her lips, “Fuck him.”

  Jesus.

  “It tells you everything you need to know about a man.”

  “If that’s the route you want to take this, then I best be knowing your name, yeah?”

  “Hayley.”

  “Damien.”

  She slicked her tongue over her bottom lip, calling to me, making me move up closer, the blistering heat flaming between us threatening to burn me to ash.

  My lips brushed hers.

  I’d barely gotten a taste before she pulled away.

  For a moment, I thought she’d changed her mind.

  But, then she rose to her feet and gestured down the hall to the bathrooms. “Up for it?” she teased.

  Up didn’t even cover it. “Lead the way, lovely.”

  I was up and off my stool in the next second and following her through the bar, down the narrow hallway. She reached out behind her and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the women’s room with her.

  I only just managed to lock it, before she lunged at me, driving me into the door.

  I cupped her ass and her legs wrapped around me, squeezing my hips real hard. She tugged at my hair and she used it as leverage to pull me down to her mouth.

  The second our lips touched, I was a goner.

  She kissed like a goddamn angel. She had the softest lips I’d ever had the good fortune of tasting. It felt like way more than a kiss. It was like she was devouring me whole, taking possession of my entire fucking body just with her lips.

  “Damien,” she gasped, pulling away to grab the belt of my jeans.

  She fumbled with it and I wasn’t sure if it was because she didn’t know what she was doing, or because she was just so frantic.

  Hell knew, I was.

  I couldn’t wait.
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br />   I had to take her. Now.

  I lowered her to the floor and batted her hands away. My hands were shaking as I slid them up her thighs and hooked my fingers in the waistband of her skirt. She gasped at my touch and threw her head back as I tugged it down her legs, along with her lacy, white panties. She kicked them off when they pooled around her ankles.

  “Much better,” I breathed.

  I pulled a condom from my back pocket and handed it to her. I basically ripped open my jeans, because I was so caught up in the heat between us. I could barely breathe with it.

  Her eyes darted to the condom and a strange look crossed her face. Confusion, maybe?

  “Are you too drunk for this?” I’d only counted her downing two beers in the last two hours, but, for all I knew, she could’ve been a lightweight.

  “No. Of course not.” Before I could get another word out, she reeled off the alphabet backward in a rapid rush of letters.

  I laughed. “Works for me.” So she was just buzzed, nowhere near drunk. Thank fuck, because I had to have her, but I’d never fuck a woman too out of it to know what was going on. I wasn’t that kind of man.

  I snatched the condom from her and she watched me closely as I ripped the packet open with my teeth. Her eyes went wide as I reached into my boxers and pulled out my cock. I rolled the condom on, then hauled her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around me tightly, as I guided my cock to her pussy, lowering her onto me.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” I grunted as I slid in barely an inch before the resistance was too much.

  Our current positioning wasn’t gonna work then.

  I put her down and spun her around. “Hands on the wall and stick out that sexy ass.”

  She scrambled to do as I’d asked.

  I stepped up to her and kneaded her firm, perky tits as I worked my cock inside her.

  She whimpered.

  “You all right?”

  “Yes,” she choked out. “Fine.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yes!” she yelled, suddenly all frustrated. “Just do it! Fuck me!”

  Jesus Christ. “Demanding, aren’t you?”

  “Yes!”

  “You better hold on, because I’m gonna give you the fucking of your life. You’re gonna be dreaming about my cock, gonna know you’ll never have it this good with nobody after me.” I slid the rest of the way inside her, seating myself balls deep. I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Gonna ruin you, lovely. Gonna have you craving me. You aren’t gonna want no other man after this.”