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  TANGLED SECRETS (A Devil Call MC Book) (Talon & Everly Book Eight)

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  THIS IS IT.

  Talon comes face to face with every decision he's made and action he's taken. Wounded in more ways than he realizes, he's not even sure who is actually a friend, a brother, or an enemy. All he has is his love for Everly, and even that is unexpected. And now he has to fight... will he have to sacrifice his own life to make things right again?

  From the outside, Everly watches. It's not just Talon and Layne's fate and the status of her relationship with either of them on the line... it's the entire club. Devil Call MC is about to be taken down...

  In this finale of Talon, Everly, and Layne's story, your questions will be answered, but the hardest question will be... who is going to make it out alive?

  1.

  (Layne)

  Yeah, I fucking stabbed Talon in the back, so what? Like he didn’t deserve it? Need I make the grand list of bullshit he’s done throughout our years as… what, friends? Brothers? President and VP? It was far beyond Anneliese and Everly and Jade. It was maybe even beyond John at that point, I wasn’t exactly sure.

  Devil Call MC was not going to fall and crumble to pieces. Fuck no. That’s not the way a MC like that would go. If it were going to fall, it’d be into ashes from its own flames. That’s the way to do it. Let fire rip it all apart. Let fire destroy everything it had been and anything it could have been.

  I took another shot of whiskey, seated at the head of the table. The President’s fucking chair. My fucking chair. For now.

  Like I didn’t know there was a target on my back. There’s been one there I think from the day I met Talon. When we were little punk shit kids trying to figure out how to make a dirt racetrack for our beat up little race cars. He had three care, I had three cars. Together, we had six. Half a dozen. It seemed like a lot at the time and that’s where our friendship and brotherhood was built. Alone, we were fucking strong. Together, we were unstoppable.

  The whiskey slushed around in my head, my heart. I couldn’t stop thinking about all those times Talon would take his beating from the law and then come running to me. How many times he swore to me he was going to kill John. Especially after his mother committed suicide. Fuck, what a time. I even thought about it myself. I had nothing. I didn’t want anything really. So doing time for a noble cause… it seemed right. But I held back because I knew if I pulled the trigger on John it would have crushed Talon. It was his stepfather. It was his kill. His revenge, even though I had a scar next to my eyebrow from the beating I had to take.

  That’s how the world works though. Everyone gets some. Whether you fucking like it or not.

  I could have taken the patch from Talon while he was in prison, but I waited back. I did the right thing and let it all work itself out. That’s how I always worked. It served me well.

  I rubbed my forehead and waited for the knock to break up the silence.

  When it sounded, I yelled for them to come in.

  Two prospects walked into the room and shut the door. No, it wasn’t some kind of lame MC club joke. They were real prospects. And they were damn young. Probably not even old enough to drink yet.

  “Did you find it?” I asked.

  “Yes, sir, we did find it,” the first said.

  “We want to be honest, sir,” the second added. “It was hidden in her bag. The bottom. Under a lot of things.”

  “You boys all stiff now?” I asked. “Because you finally touched a woman’s panties?”

  They didn’t respond.

  The first held out a small, square envelope. He put it on the table, ten feet from me. That was good enough. I didn’t need it closer.

  “Good work,” I said. “Now get the fuck out of here.”

  The two prospects left the room.

  I sat there, staring at the envelope.

  It was simple… all well planned out… first, I stab Talon in the back. Then, I steal the video footage of him killing Tommy. And finally, I give it to John. Detective John. And just like that, a lot of problems become solved at once.

  2.

  (Talon)

  Everly peeled the bandage off me and it fucking hurt. Not so much on my bare, clean skin, but right over the fucking wound. The way the cloth fused to the healing stab wound and just tore, like cheap wrapping paper on Christmas morning.

  I made a fist and let out a growling hiss.

  “I’m so sorry,” Everly said.

  I nodded. I looked back at her. “No you’re not. You get to watch me writhe in pain a little. You like it.”

  She looked at me. Those eyes… that little smile… that was life…

  “Maybe I do,” she said. “Hold steady for a second so I can put the medicine on it.”

  Here I was, taking orders from a woman. From Everly like that. But her touch was kind and warm. My room was the only sanctuary I had at this point. The war with Rilen Lost was officially declared done. They had nothing over there at that bar. Other than bodies to dig, hide, and protect themselves from. We didn’t bother cleaning up the mess of Jack… of Jade… of Vaughn. Why bother?

  It would take them months to get their affairs back in order. Even then, they’d need to vote in a President they all agreed upon and then get to some kind of business. Hustling. Fighting. Killing. Something to prove they were just a dive bar wearing leather cuts trying to be cool.

  As far as Los Ahn went, that was all Layne. He was the one who tried to have talks and those talks ended in me fighting two of Acey’s biggest men and Acey killing those men. They loved drugs, they loved pussy, and they loved to fight with Devil Call MC.

  Everly sucked in a breath as she applied the cream to my wound. Her other hand gripped my shoulder tight. I looked at her little fingers digging into my skin. I reached up and squeezed her hand, pulling it down my chest a little.

  “Does it hurt?” she asked.

  “No,” I said. “But you’re clawing at me like my dick is deep inside you.”

  I looked back again and saw the color on Everly’s cheeks. I had to laugh. I loved it when she blushed. For all the death and destruction she had witnessed in our time together, she still got all wiggly when it came to me fucking her or talking about all the crazy shit I wanted to do to her with my tongue and my cock. I guess that meant she really did love me.

  With one hand free, Everly delicately put a fresh bandage on my back. On the bed next to me was my black t-shirt and my leather cut. Rolled up a little and just there. The cut that had been through so much and seen so much. Now it had a hole in it from where Layne stabbed me in the fucking back. The son of a bitch didn’t go deep enough to really do any damage, which was maybe his attempt at being a sick fuck.

  Yeah, right.

  “Almost done,” Everly said.

  Her fingers pressed along the edges of the bandage, making sure the adhesive took proper hold. She then ever-so-softly pressed the palm o
f her hand to the middle of the bandage and held there. I never understood why she did that, and I never bothered asking. Maybe she was praying. Maybe she was hoping. Maybe she thought she was some kind of healer with special powers. Whatever it was, I had to appreciate the context of her innocence.

  I loved it.

  I loved her.

  When her hand slid from the bandage up to my shoulder, I flexed my back, feeling the stinging and pulling strain of my flesh trying to heal.

  “Does it still hurt?” Everly asked.

  “It’s all good.”

  There was a silent pause. I knew what was coming and I didn’t want to talk about it.

  “Talon… what happened…”

  “You have to let it go for now,” I said. “Club shit, beautiful. That’s all. We’re all moving forward now.” I stared into Everly’s sweet and sexy eyes. “I promise you that. It won’t be long now before we can finally grasp at some kind of peace.”

  “That won’t happen,” Everly said.

  “No?”

  “Not with Layne as President. Not with you and him… together…”

  I nodded. “I agree. We’re just going to have to take care of that.”

  Everly’s eyes went wide. “What does that mean?”

  “Nothing,” I said. “It’s all club shit, beautiful. Like I already said. I need you to just take a deep breath and relax. Trust me. Trust in everything.”

  “Trust in you getting stabbed by the guy who is supposed to be the President?”

  “Exactly.”

  Everly opened her mouth again and I leaned back at her. I wasn’t in the mood for talking anymore. It wasn’t going to get me anywhere, so fuck it. Skip it. Save breath, and time, and energy for something a little more productive.

  We met each other for a kiss. It was a strange position as it put Everly’s mouth on top of mine, giving her control of things. I slowly gripped the edge of the bed and just went with it. I loved the way she always hesitated with her tongue at first, like I was going to deny her or something. And when she did bring her tongue forward, she would lick my lips a little and then back away, waiting for me to do something.

  Today was no different. Those little sexy moves were the damn death of me, making my cock impossibly hard and insanely uncomfortable in my jeans. She kissed me a little harder, letting out a moan, and her hand was already on its way down and around my body. She pulled at my jeans, opening them with ease. Her hand slipped right inside, finding my cock hard, twisted, ready to pop free. I moved back and forth a little, letting my jeans inch their way down. Everly’s hand wrapped tight around the middle of my shaft and she pulled, breaking me free.

  Our kiss ended with a wet pop sound and then she looked over my shoulder, down at her little hand wrapped around my thickness. She slowly started to move her hand, up and down, inch by inch, enjoying what she thought was teasing me. But when I felt her thrust her chest gently at my back, I knew she was simply torturing herself.

  At the head of my cock, she squeezed tight, her hand completely covering me. She then pushed slowl and hard, letting my cock force her hand to open. She then made an O with her pointer and thumb and began to race up and down the sensitive head of my cock. Up and back, up and back. I let out a long breath and lifted my ass off the bed a little. I had to thrust out of need. It sent a warm jolt down my legs, almost hinting that I was going to come.

  Not a fucking chance right now.

  As hot as it would have been to make a mess all over Everly’s little hand, I had better intentions for my cock. But I loved her stroking me. The way she went root to tip, not leaving an inch to feel alone.

  She squeezed tighter and pumped at me harder, faster. She breathed into my ear and it made me smile. I reached back with my left hand and found the top of her pants. My fingertips inched down, finding smooth skin that lead to more smooth skin. I wasn’t in the business of foreplay… I loved fucking.

  I found her wet folds and pressed four fingers against her. Everly jumped and let out a little cry. I massaged in circles and then spread her open. My middle finger touched and pressed, feeling her throb against my touch. I plunged my middle finger into Everly and she bit down at my shoulder. She groaned and her hand stopped halfway down my shaft. She squeezed and gently jerked at me as my middle finger played.

  I turned my head and kissed Everly’s cheek. Maybe the only sliver of romance in our hot moment together right now.

  I slipped my finger from her slick center and pressed it against her clit. And I left my finger there, ready for more. I didn’t risk my life everyday for a hand job and to finger a woman. That was petty shit. I wanted and needed more of Everly.

  Everly opened her mouth and let out a deep breath. She looked at me, a vixen fire raging in her eyes.

  “What?” I whispered.

  “I want to fucking taste you,” she said.

  “Damn,” I said. “I think I can handle that.”

  Everly moved to the side. My hand left her pants, but her hand never left my cock. I moved back to my elbows and watched Everly twist around as her mouth made a line for me. Her ass was right next to my face, leaving me gritting my teeth, knowing damn well where I wanted this to end up.

  Her tongue touched me first, swirling around the head of my cock. She then slid her little lips over me and inched down. Her top lip against the bottom of my shaft, her bottom lip at the top. The different position gave it all a different feel. A goddamn good feel.

  Working herself halfway down, her hand rested at the root of my cock, gently pumping. She pulled back up and made the same wet pop sound our mouths made a few minutes ago. Back on my cock, Everly went down, down, down, and stayed on me, sucking me, tasting me, just like she had wanted.

  I looked to my right and couldn’t help myself. I reached and grabbed the top of her pants. I pulled, rough and aggressive, silently demanding her fucking pants down. She opened her legs and wiggled her sweet ass until I could see the pink folds of her succulent center. My right hand touched her ass and slid between and down, seeking out her pussy. This time I sank two fingers into her hole, feeling her tightness and watching how wet my fingers were when I pulled them out. I spread her own wetness to the back of her leg.

  Everly groaned and moved down my cock harder, damn near taking me all in. I thrust and let out a needed hiss. My legs were getting tight, my balls aching, desperate to let go.

  Not yet…

  I grabbed her pants again and kept pushing at them. “Fucking off, beautiful. I’m going to taste you. I need that sweetness.”

  Everly pulled back on my cock. The wet pop made me grit my teeth. She looked back at me, hair falling in front of her face. She slowly lifted her legs, letting me rip those fucking pants off her body. Once she was naked for me from the waist down, I grabbed her hips and pulled, bringing her right over my hungry mouth. I felt her mouth slide back over my cock with a groaning force. My tongue hurried to lap up all that I could reach. I then suckled at her, tasting those delicate folds.

  The harder and faster I licked and tasted her pussy, the harder and faster she sucked at me. I started to thrust up at her. She started to rock her hips, thrusting down, offering more of her pussy.

  I loved it.

  I flickered at her tight hole, forcing my tongue into her. I made giant swirls, fighting against the pressure of her sweet body. Everly moaned louder and moved faster. I fucked her mouth as hard as I could, but my focus was on her right now. Tasting, licking, loving all she had to give me. My tongue moved top to bottom on her. I nibbled at her clit and she thrust down and pulled her mouth from my dick. She let out a howling cry and her hand started to stroke me. Her spit made it easy for her hand to fly up and down my cock.

  “Fuck, Talon,” she cried out. “Fuck…”

  I stayed right on her then. My mouth and tongue at her clit. My hands reached around and cupped her ass. I dug my fingers and pulled her open. My thumbs inched down and rubbed her sweet center. My pointer fingers then touched her ass. I press
ed and played, leaving her jumping and groaning. Trying to fight pleasure and pressure at the same time.

  The entire time her hand moved up and down my dick so perfectly. I felt her tongue, wet and sloppy, licking at me, but each time I sucked at her clit she couldn’t help but cry out. She finally thrust down at me, every damn muscle in her lower half flexing and holding. Her hips and legs started to shake. My hands dug harder into her ass. My tongue moved faster. I suckled at her as hard as I could, loving the taste of her sweetness as she began to pour into my mouth. She screamed my name as she came, pumping at me. Her hand squeezed the root of my cock tight and just held there as she came.

  Everly slowly eased herself back up, still pumping, until she lifted herself away from my mouth. Before I could make a sound, she was sliding down my body. Literally sliding… she placed her pussy down to my chest and moved down, letting me feel that wet and burning sensation down my body. She went right down to my cock and lifted herself up.

  “Oh, fuck,” I groaned as Everly positioned my cock to her pussy.

  She came down at me with an intense force that left me grabbing at her lower back. She was warm, tight, as she gently throbbed from coming.

  Holy… fuck…

  She lifted herself up and then came back down at me. Her moves were slow and jumpy. She must have been sensitive everywhere. But she fought through it. Each move squeezed at me, demanding my cock… and more.

  Everly put her hands just above my knees and held on tight. She leaned forward a little and started to fuck me. Up and down, hard, fast, thrusting. Her back slightly arched as she demanded me to finally let go. I tried to fight back as best I could. I loved the sight. I loved the feeling. When she came down at me, it was with such force that it drove me back on the bed a little. I felt my back hurting as the fresh bandage was starting to tear from me. But I didn't give a fuck about that. The pleasure outweighed the pain greatly.