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  PIECES LOST (A Devil Call MC Book) (Talon & Everly Book Two)

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  Talon's confession to Everly quickly feels like a mistake. He fears he has pushed her into Layne's caring arms even more, and all he can hope is that she doesn't end up in his bed.

  Before Talon can claim the Devil Call MC President's patch, he must take care of old debts, including settling scores with those who wanted him dead in prison.

  When pieces of the past begin to collect, the present begins to crumble... and Talon is forced to realize that being free doesn't guarantee his safety.

  1.

  (Talon)

  Yo Mutt -

  Christ brother, I actually kind of miss you. I feel like a freaking pussy writing this shit down right now. Serving life and living life are two different things, man. The inside is so different from the outside. I think I forgot that for a little bit, man. There’s a sense and smell of freedom that could drive the sanest of men wild. I feel my fingertips twitching and my body aching all the time. I sometimes feel bad for you, Mutt. Stuck in that goddamn cell. Serving life, not having life. I’ve got some calls for you. You’ll be just fine in there. I promised you that and I stick to it.

  It’s sort of fucked up getting out. Taking that long way. Looking over your shoulder. Waiting for one damn bullet to tear through your skull and take all the freedom away for good. But that didn’t happen. Instead, I was given a fucking mess.

  A fucking mess, brother.

  A true fucking mess.

  But I’ve got to fight through that mess right now. If I was inside, I’d be on my back staring up at your mattress. Wondering what the Christ the dark orange stains on the bottom were from. Fuck, if you know, don’t ever tell me. Haha.

  I’m folding this short letter up in ten pieces of paper. A blank book for your appetite, man.

  I’m laughing right now as I picture you eating this letter. I never got that, Mutt. Why the fuck do you eat paper? It drives me nuts to sometimes think about.

  But goddamn, I do miss you. Don’t tell anyone I said that.

  Later bro,

  -Talon

  The water hit my face and I shut my eyes. I ran my hands through my hair and let out a breath. When I opened my eyes I had to look around. Thinking about my little note to Mutt had my mind back in prison. I expected to look around and see a bunch of naked guys walking around. Showering. Fighting each other. Hell, maybe some of them trying to fuck each other.

  I was outside prison and inside my own shower.

  The hot water felt good on my skin, but that did nothing for how I felt on the inside. I fucking jacked and murdered poor Tommy. Some low life pusher, dealing with drugs on the side, but mostly with sex stuff. And one of my guys - well, one of the guys in Devil Call MC - had been buying from him.

  I wanted to send a message. Fuck, I did send a message, but it was a brutal one.

  I didn't have guilt for killing another man. That was the law of nature. Kill or be killed. It was pretty damn simple when you took out emotion and all the material shit that came with life. But emotion and material shit was what made life exciting, and most of the time, worth living.

  Like Everly.

  The most beautiful woman I ever laid my eyes on. A woman that was wicked, wild, with a sense of innocence, but lived with an edge that I was becoming addicted to. I almost feared Everly a little. My heart feared her. That never happened before.

  A knock came at the bathroom door.

  “Hurry the fuck up,” I yelled.

  The door slowly opened. Through the shower curtain I saw the figure step in.

  “Lock the fucking door,” I said.

  The door was shut and locked.

  The figure then opened a towel and opened the shower curtain. It was a nice little figure in front of me. Nice big hips, tits to match, and a wild look in her eyes. Dark eyes and dark hair. Demons practically swirling around her.

  She licked her lips and then bit on the bottom lip.

  “You’re not sucking my cock,” I said. “I’m not fucking you. Get in here, reach around me, and take care of business. Then get the fuck out.”

  I had no idea what the hell her name was and I didn’t care. The last I knew, Everly was in Layne’s room, talking to him. She was stuck in an interesting middle place. Trying to be some kind of mediator between myself and a man that I truly considered a fucking brother. Now, we just shared the same leather cut. Literally the same leather cut, considering we both had a blank spot where a President’s patch used to be.

  That was a lingering decision within the MC, along with ten other fucking messes that needed tending to, including me and my rash decision to kill Tommy. Rightfully so, I should have gotten more information and brought it to the table. But after a stint in prison, you quickly learn that time is nothing but a bullshit lie. I’m not going all fuck off religion here, but it’s pretty simple… you have the time you have. Use it. Don’t waste it. And if you kill to gain more time, then you shut up and do it.

  I put my face back to the water and shut my eyes. I heard the shower curtain shut and I felt a pair of firm - and obviously fake - tits press against my back. Hands touched my waist; nails gently scratched against my skin. I looked down for a few seconds and saw one of her hands creeping around the front of my body. She had bright purple nails. What a horrible fucking color. I made tight fists and considered kicking her out of the damn shower. It would have been easier - maybe - to just go grab Everly and pull her from Layne’s room and drag her into the bathroom. Right into the shower. Make her put her hand to my throbbing cock and take care of me.

  Hell, that’s what I should have done.

  But I didn’t.

  Instead I had some random woman in the shower, her hand touching the base of my dick, her fingers slipping around. Well, they were trying to slip around. She was barely able to get around my thickness.

  I closed my eyes again and let myself get lost in the rushing water.

  The woman’s hand moved on my cock, sliding up and down with ease, the shower water helping to ease her hand along. She gripped my side with her other hand. I didn’t like it at all. I grabbed her fingers and twisted, getting her hand off me. All I wanted was to come. Without all the bullshit that came with it when I had to deal with Everly. A sane man who felt this way would have just told Everly to screw off. Let her go become someone else’s problem. Let her become Layne’s fucking problem.

  But I couldn’t do it.

  The thought of not having Everly made me feel insane. It made me want to go out and kill everyone in the clubhouse. It was hard enough right now picturing Everly in Layne’s room. I couldn't possibly let that be the normal around here. Everything everyone thought they knew in this clubhouse was changing and would keep changing.

  As for Everly… just thinking about the way her hair was wicked curly when wet. The feel of her soft skin. Sliding my fingers bet
ween her legs and feel her sweet, wet folds…

  “Fuck,” I whispered.

  Water pelted my face and lips. Behind me, the woman let out a moan

  Chill out, sweetheart. You’re not getting a fucking thing from me.

  Her hand moved faster and I kept my memory full of Everly. The feel of her tits, perfectly sized for just my hands. The way she moved on me. The way she slithered that amazing body up and down on me. Her eyes. Fuck, man, the way her eyes burned.

  I leaned forward a little, taking my head from the water. I put my hands to the shower stall and the water pounded against my neck. I looked down and watched the woman’s hand gliding up and down my cock. This was definitely better than prison. Better than having to watch my back with each corner I took, waiting for a fight. Waiting to be murdered as a favor for some other crew.

  On the outside, there was such a sense of freedom that any man could get confused in it. Forget their purpose. Forget the leather cut they wore and what it meant. Forget that Devil Call MC wasn’t built on senseless violence, drugs, and wild fucking. Not that there was anything wrong with a good fuck, it was just that the club needed direction. We needed to settle old debts, take our stand with other crews, and move forward.

  And it didn’t help that I had senselessly killed Tommy.

  I filled him with bullets and then disposed of the body. All the while Everly looked at me in fucking shock. Then I slipped up and told her something I hadn’t talked about in a long damn time. Something that was meant for me and Layne to settle. The goddamn reason I went to prison.

  Layne’s girl…

  “Shit,” I groaned.

  A surge of pleasure went through my body. The woman wrapped her hand tight around the head of my cock and squeezed. She pressed her body against my back and let out a whimper. She was definitely good at what she did. Too bad I didn’t give a fuck. She squeezed and pulled. I caught myself trying to thrust at her hand. Just when I was about to freak out on her, she opened her hand and slid down my shaft. She squeezed tight again and came back up.

  That was good enough for me.

  I closed my eyes and let out a sighing breath and I came. I thrust as my cock pulsed, the woman’s hand moved with me, taking care of everything. As I came, it hit the floor of the shower, and it was all washed away.

  When I opened my eyes I was already losing my hardness. The woman’s hand kept moving on me. I reached down and put my hand over hers. I slid both our hands up and off my cock.

  I stood up and put my head back. The woman came forward and kissed my back.

  “No,” I said. “Get the fuck out of here.”

  “Talon…”

  “Don’t say my fucking name. Don’t say a fucking word. Get out.”

  I stood and waited. The shower curtain slowly opened and then closed. I turned my head and watched the figure of the woman as she grabbed her towel off the floor and left the bathroom.

  I wasn’t sorry.

  I didn’t care.

  It wasn’t personal. It was just pleasure.

  Plus, fucking Everly was in Layne’s room right now. I should have chased her down and tore her from his goddamn room. But I didn’t. Inside, I still felt broken. I still could see the look on Tommy’s face when I killed him. I was trying to send a message and I fucked it all up.

  Just like I’d done with Layne.

  I closed my eyes, wanting to picture Everly again.

  This time, I pictured her bent over a bed. Hands on her tight ass. Someone fucking her hard and fast, but it wasn’t me.

  It was Layne.

  Then I saw Layne pulling out a gun and looking back at me.

  “Now we’re even, brother…”

  I opened my eyes and slammed my hands off the shower tile.

  I growled with anger, with pain, with some kind of mix of guilt and jealousy. Those were feelings that I wasn’t allowed to feel.

  I reached for the water to turn it off and I heard the sound of a gunshot. Right there in the fucking clubhouse.

  I tore open the curtain, water still running, and listened.

  What the fuck was going on?

  2.

  (Everly)

  I sat on the very edge of Layne’s bed and looked to the bathroom door. It was partially opened, steam climbing from the bathroom and dissipating a second later. The water ran and I could hear Layne moving in the shower. Maybe it was wrong to think of Layne’s naked body, I don’t know, but I couldn't help it.

  This room was the only sense of comfort I knew since being around Devil Call MC. Layne had taken me in and taken care of me in so many ways. Except the one way I really wanted him to do so. That’s where Talon showed up and took over. Taking me right to bed. Showing me pleasure. Making me feel alive. Maybe not safe, but definitely alive.

  I thought about Talon killing that man. The way he manhandled the guy and then just shot him. The entire scene had gone so wrong, so fast. And it was all over pills. Pills to help Gabel get hard to fuck women.

  I killed Layne’s girlfriend…

  That’s what Talon told me. That’s what Talon left me lingering with. He wasn’t the same man since killing Tommy. He was quiet, kept to himself. All the problems with the MC were alive and well, including Hollis still shoving powder up his nose. I heard Layne talking just yesterday with Buzzy and Kade about the Rilen Lost. How they were gearing up for something big.

  The bottom line was that Devil Call MC needed a true leader. It needed the guys to sit at the table and vote a President. And that President needed to make some hard decisions and fast.

  I turned my head and looked to the door. If I opened that door I could look right down to Talon’s room. Slowly, I stood and walked to the door. Layne was still in the shower, doing his thing. It didn’t really matter to me what he did.

  I opened the door and looked down the hall at Talon’s door. I wanted to know everything he was thinking and feeling. Not ashamed to admit it, I cared about Talon. He had been a secret and silent obsession of mine for a long time. Then he got out of prison and set his eyes right on me. When he touched me, it was a fire I never experienced in my life.

  I killed Layne’s girlfriend…

  An icy chill climbed up and down my spine.

  I wanted to know more. I wanted to know everything. I wanted to be the nosy pain in the ass woman. More than that, I wanted to know what really happened between Talon and Layne. When they looked at each other, I could sense a brotherhood that used to exist. But then they always made fists and were ready to beat the hell out of each other.

  Talon’s door opened and I gasped. If he looked down the hall and saw me, he’d go crazy. He knew I was here in Layne’s room, but there was a big different between thinking and seeing.

  It wasn’t Talon that left the room though.

  It was another woman.

  She came out of the room holding a towel to herself. She froze and stared down the hall right at me. My heart was racing and my breath was running short.

  I knew Talon lived his life doing whatever the fuck he wanted. That was pretty clear by his actions and it was something he’d said to me a few times. I didn’t want to imagine him fucking other women, but now I stared right at one of them. Some goddamn whore who bent over when told to do so.

  Just like you, Everly.

  That’s who I was, or maybe still am. The girl who serves drinks when told. The girl who gets the eyes from one of the guys and knows her place. Whatever they needed, I gave. Talon told me I wasn’t supposed to do that anymore. That I was solely his. I guess that meant nobody else could touch me. Or they shouldn’t touch me.

  What if Layne…

  I blocked the thought as I stared down the whore down the hall. I couldn’t help but wonder what she had done to Talon or what Talon had done to her. Maybe I should have been hurt. Maybe I should have had a rational thought and told myself to stay the hell away from Talon. But that didn’t happen to me. Looking at this whore only made me pissed off. At her… because whatever she di
d to Talon I could do better. And whatever he did to her, I would appreciate more.

  We were locked in a stare down for a few minutes. Then the whore let the towel go and it dropped to the floor. She stood there butt naked, not caring. She put a hand to her hip and looked like something out of a porn magazine. Her large chest was fake. She was tan everywhere and shaved everywhere.

  I felt my lip curl and I took a step forward.

  I wanted to fucking hurt this bitch.

  She nodded at me, just tempting me even more.

  I managed two more steps before Layne’s voice called for me.

  “Everly…?”

  I pointed to the woman and then threw the finger at her. I had no idea why or what it meant in this situation. I just wanted some kind of satisfaction.

  The woman bent and grabbed her towel.

  I turned and went back into Layne’s room and shut the door.

  Layne stood in the bathroom doorway, a towel around his waist. I felt my hands touch the door, fingers spread wide, as I stared at Layne. His shoulders were like fucking boulders. His chest was massive, covered in tattoos. A lot of black and red, skulls, a heart bleeding, and what looked like something to do with Devil Call MC. Seeing him without a shirt on was like seeing a new side of Layne. His beard was a mess and scruffy. His hair shining from being wet.

  His chest gave way to his stomach. He didn’t have the wild cuts of muscle like Talon had, but he had the two lines of muscle (or something) from each side of his body that cut right into the towel.

  For a second, I was completely paralyzed. Then I felt my cheeks burning red. I was comparing Layne to Talon. But hadn’t I done that for a while now? The only difference was that I had been with Talon in so many damn ways. And Layne was still a sexy mystery to me.