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  Reece

  A Savage Kings MC Novel

  Lane Hart

  D.B. West

  Contents

  Prologue

  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

  Epilogue

  Miles is coming soon!

  Also by Lane Hart

  About the Authors

  Copyright

  This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue were created from the authors’ imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual people or events is coincidental.

  The authors acknowledge the copyrighted and trademarked status of various products within this work of fiction.

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  WARNING: THIS BOOK IS NOT SUITABLE FOR ANYONE UNDER 18. PLEASE NOTE THAT IT CONTAINS VIOLENT SCENES THAT MAY BE A TRIGGER FOR INDIVIDUALS WHO HAVE BEEN IN SIMILAR SITUATIONS.

  Prologue

  Reece

  Three years ago…

  My triceps are burning mid-pushup on my apartment floor when an unfamiliar blue car rolling into the Savage Asylum catches my eye on one of the security cameras. Since the bar is still closed and everyone’s out but me and Torin, our Savage Kings MC president, I guess I better go answer the door.

  Getting to my feet, I grab a plain white tee from the clean laundry pile and pull it on while I wait to see who climbs out of the car, trying to decide whether or not our guest needs to be greeted with just my fists or some heavier artillery.

  A tall redhead with legs a mile long and big tits climbs out of the driver seat. I relax a little since I have a pretty good idea why she’s here. Slipping my arms through my leather cut, I head up the stairs unarmed, other than my Glock that’s always tucked in my ankle holster.

  The light pouring into the dark bar when I first open the door is blinding. How long has it been since I’ve even seen the sun? A few days? Weeks? I don’t like to leave the comfort and safety of my basement.

  The first thing I notice when my eyes finally adjust to the brightness is the woman’s pretty red lips parting on a little gasp of surprise when we suddenly come face to face. Her knuckles are even still raised, poised to knock. Her porcelain skin is beautiful and flawless, but the most stunning thing about her is the way the sun seems to give her red waves an ethereal glow.

  And yeah, I’m a man, so I steal a quick glance at her amazing rack before I lift my gaze back up to her sunglass-covered eyes.

  “Let me guess, you’re here for Abe?” I ask her with a heavy sigh. I mean, I get that the dude has a thing for banging gingers and all, but it would be great if Abe didn’t keep snatching up every single one of them he sees. I’ve never been a fan of sharing, but this hot little honey could maybe change my mind.

  “Ah, who?” she asks with her brow furrowing over her sunglasses.

  “Abe Cross,” I repeat. “Big, tall guy with a black beard? He’s out right now, but you can wait for him if you want.”

  “No, I’m not here for Abe,” she replies with a shake of her head. “I’m actually looking for Reece. Is he around?”

  No shit? She’s here for me?

  “Why? What do you want with Reece?” I ask, becoming increasingly paranoid since it’s obvious she doesn’t know she’s currently talking to him. Did someone send her? Is she a cop? Is this a set up?

  Before I can freak out any further, she answers me.

  “Vicky, a girl I work with, told me that he’s good with computers and, um, could be discreet. I sort of need to ask him for a favor.”

  Oh, she wants a favor. I should’ve known she wasn’t knocking on the door with the intention of screwing me over. Not every woman is the one I thought I was going to be with for the rest of my life.

  “I’m Reece,” I finally admit to her, crossing my arms over my chest, ready to hear what she’s after.

  “Oh, good,” she says with a brilliant smile, like I’m her new knight in shining armor riding to her rescue.

  “So? What exactly is it that you need from me?” I huff impatiently.

  Biting on her bottom lip, she finally removes the dark sunglasses and hits me with the full force of her hopeful, emerald eyes, the inner corners of which are rimmed with fading bruises that I instantly recognize as the remnants of recent black eyes. “Will you help me disappear?”

  Chapter One

  Reece

  Present day…

  For what must be the tenth time today, I have to reach up and claw at the hairs prickling on the back of my neck. After the third time it happened, I even went down the hall to ask Miles to check and make sure there wasn’t a goddamn spider or some shit crawling around under my shirt. He assured me there was nothing there, with a look that said he thought I was acting nuts.

  Now it’s happening again, and I’m about to lose my fucking mind.

  My fingernails are digging into my skin when I see War on the security footage riding into the parking lot with a girl on the back of his bike. I have to say I’m surprised to see it’s his sister and not his old lady when she pulls off her helmet. Guess he’s finally making amends with Maddox, who is probably on his way here with Torin and Chase. I’m glad shit turned out okay for the two young lovers…

  And then that’s when it hits me, the reason why my Spidey senses have been tingling all damn day.

  Cynthia isn’t here with the other women, helping set up for Maddox’s surprise party.

  It’s the first time I can remember the redhead not coming by on a big event day since she stepped through the door almost three years ago.

  Then, I try to recall the last time I did see her at the clubhouse, and…I can’t remember.

  Good thing I have months’ worth of surveillance footage that will answer that question for me.

  It takes half an hour, but I finally find her on the playback.

  Cynthia has been MIA from the clubhouse for two weeks, ever since the toy drive fundraiser during the MMA fight. I don’t remember anything going down that night that would’ve had her too pissed to come back. Other than Knox beating up a guy in the second round, there wasn’t really anything else remarkable about the night.

  Oh, except for Dalton flaunting his new woman, who just so happens to also be an ATF agent, in front of everyone.

  Is that why Cynthia disappeared? She’s jealous that another one of the men she screwed around with is settling down? I thought if anything drove her away it would’ve been last year when Abe, her regular weekend hookup, met Mercy and got hitched. But she didn’t . Cynthia kept coming back.

  Until now.

  The next time I glance back over to the wall of video screens broadcasting in real time I see Maddox has already made his entrance for his patching in party. I was so caught up tracking down an absentee club girl I completely missed it.

  Jesus, I need to pull my head out of my ass.

  Or at least go congratulate him. While I’m up there, I can ask Dalton about the last time he saw Cynthia.

  By the time I step out into the hallway, I see the back of Maddox’s cut that’s now decorated with the bearded skull king as he turns to talk to his girl, War’s sister. I’m proud of the kid for finally becoming one of us. He deserves it.

  “And I can’t wait another second to strip you naked and lick you from–”

  “Just the man I was coming to see!” I say, interrupting him from finishing that naughty promise to his girl.

  The kid turns to me with a smirk on his face. “You don’t have cameras hidden in the apartments, do you?”

  Scoffing at the implication that I’m a peeping Tom, I tell him, “No, and it’s not my fault if people decide to fuck in public places where my security cameras just so happen to be located.” Glancing at War’s sister, I hold out my hand and say, “Speaking of which, hello, Audrey. Nice to finally meet you in person.”

  Her dark eyebrows lift in confusion when she shakes my hand since she has no clue who I am.

  “Reece handles the club’s IT shit and he monitors the club’s, um, perimeter,” Maddox explains to her.

  “Oh, it’s nice to meet you too,” Audrey replies with a smile that quickly falls. “Ohhh,” she adds, having worked out that I just so happened to see them screwing in the alley a few weeks ago.

  “Go find your own woman to do dirty things with instead of watching other people, old man,” Maddox suggests to me with a good-natured grin before he pulls Audrey away and into his old apartment. As the door shuts, I hear Audrey say, “He watched us?” before I take off up the steps in search of Dalton.

  It only takes me a minute to spot what looks like beautiful blonde Siamese twins sucking face. Dalton’s ATF agent is practically riding him which, I admit, makes me see her as a little less tough and rigid than I first expected.

  “Yo, Dalton,” I say when I’m in front of the duo. “Can you come up for air for a second?”

  There must be something in the water; because while I could see some of the other guys settling down, it must have been some sort of spell to convince a playboy like Dalton to fall head over heels.

  “What’s up?” the pretty boy looks up and asks without removing his hands from under his woman’s shirt.

  For a second, I consider blurting out my question that would no doubt cause some friction between the two lovebirds.

  “This is probably a discussion best held in private,” I tell him, nodding toward the stairs, which will give us some privacy.

  “Fine,” he huffs before he stands up with his girl in his arms and then sits her back down in the seat. “Let me talk to him, and then we can get out of here.”

  “Good,” she replies with a smile before I grab Dalton by his elbow and usher him away.

  “Can you make this fast?” he asks as I punch in the security code and then lead the way to the stairs.

  “Sure,” I agree, stopping halfway down the steps to turn and talk to him. As soon as the door shuts, I blurt out, “When was the last time you saw Cynthia?”

  “Cynthia?” he repeats. “I haven’t laid a hand on her since I met Peyton, not that it’s any of your business.”

  “I didn’t ask when you last touched her,” I reply through clenched teeth. I hate thinking about him with the beautiful redhead, using her body and then pushing her aside like she’s nothing more than a blow-up doll. “I asked when you last saw her.”

  He exhales loudly and then shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. A few days? Maybe weeks? I don’t really write down the dates in my diary when I run into a woman I’ve fucked before.”

  “Right, because that would be every day,” I huff. “But just think about it for a goddamn second. Did you see her at Knox’s fight?”

  Another shrug. “Maybe,” he answers. “Yeah, yeah, actually I did. Now I remember! She came up to our table at the bar when Peyton and I got back that night. I cringed because I thought she may say some shit about me and her screwing…”

  “What did she say?” I snap to get him to focus.

  “Oh, nothing much really,” Dalton says. “She told us she was happy for us and then added something about us looking perfect for each other before she walked away. No biggie.”

  “She wasn’t upset?” I ask in concern.

  “No, definitely not. She seemed happy, and not that fake acting way like some of these girls do when they’re really being bitchy but covering it up with a smile.”

  “Right,” I reply. Cynthia isn’t like the other girls. I never knew her to be spiteful or catty. In fact, I was completely surprised when she took up around here so fast after the shit that went down with her husband. “Okay, well, ah, thanks.”

  “No problem,” Dalton replies before he turns for the door and then pauses. “Are you feeling all right, brother?” he asks me. “Why the hell are you asking about Cynthia, of all people? I didn’t even know you two hooked up.”

  “We didn’t,” I mutter with my teeth grinding together in equal parts regret and bitterness as I stomp down the stairs to my apartment.

  Chapter Two

  Cynthia

  “Someone’s having sex in the dressing room again,” my co-worker, Vicky, informs me when she strolls back around behind the counter where I’m sitting on a stool.

  “Good for them,” I reply, not the least bit jealous. I love sex, and miss it, but my new MO is to keep my legs locked tighter than a nun’s. “But also, ew. Let’s hope they’re not using any of our products to assist in their pleasure quest.”

  For the past three years, ever since I came to Emerald Isle, I’ve been working full-time in an adult entertainment store, surrounded by sex all day and night. I even bought it from the original owners a few months ago when they decided they were ready to retire. We sell pornographic movies, costumes, toys, and every other kinky thing in between. At first, I was a little scandalized by the erotic content, but now none of the merchandise even phases me. Sex is the most normal, natural thing in life. Hell, it is life. Society should learn to embrace it rather than place a shitload of shame on it. But I digress…

  “You’re here on a Friday night. Does that mean you’re still dead set on this idiotic idea of giving up the MC?” Vicky asks. She arches a single brown eyebrow at me, the way she always does when she thinks I’m being an idiot.

  “I am,” I answer with a sigh. “It’s time for my life to have…more.”

  “More than getting your brains fucked out by hot bikers?” she replies.

  “Sure, it was fun, but I’m getting ready to turn thirty,” I explain. “I want kids one day, and a husband who likes me for more than my talents in the bedroom,” I add with a smile that doesn’t last long as I remember that the second portion of that wish is going to be impossible to achieve. You can’t marry a man when you’re already legally tied to another. “Besides,” I add, “all the MC guys were starting to settle down. I didn’t want to end up being the pathetic woman still waiting around for one of them to make me their old lady when it’s clear that’s never going to happen.”

  I’m happy for Abe and Dalton, truly I am. I wish them and their women nothing but the best. They both gave me a lot of hot nights that I’ll never forget. Now, the only available Savage Kings are Miles, Cooper, Gabe, Sax, Ian and Reece. Miles, the MC’s enforcer, isn’t just rough around the edges, he’s completely jagged inside and out. I know because I’ve had several borderline violent nights at his mercy, or lack thereof. The dark look in that man’s eyes truly terrifies me. Then there’s Cooper, who is sweet but constantly surrounded by beautiful, exotic dancers at Avalon. There’s no way my ego could take that sort of continual comparison where I fall exceedingly short. While I don’t know for certain and would never ask, I think Abe’s brother Gabriel may prefer the company of males to females. Sax loves his boat as much as his Harley; and while I love the sight of the ocean, I can’t swim. Ian still has a few more years left on his prison sentence. And last but not least, there’s Reece, the man who rarely leaves the basement. After all the time I spent at the clubhouse, I don’t think I ever saw Reece with a single woman. I guess the former military man is too serious and uptight for trivial things like sex and romance.

  So, I’ve cut my losses with the Kings and have decided to try to date normal men who don’t live life quite so dangerously. Guys like Tommy, my neighbor who has an apartment a few doors down from mine.

  “I may not have an exciting night lined up, but Tommy is coming over. I’m cooking chicken parmesan for him,” I share with Vicky.

  “Have you slept with him yet?”

  “No,” I respond. “Tonight will only be our second date. And you know my new rule – no nookie until at least ten.”

  “And you think he’ll last that long?” she asks.

  “I think Tommy’s a good guy who will wait patiently until I’m ready. If not, then so long and good riddance!” I reply.

  This is the new me – a woman who is looking for a serious relationship. The little technicality of me still being married to a dickhead is also a problem for another day. First, I need to find a man worth committing to again, and then I’ll figure out what to do about severing ties with the man I’ve been hiding from for the past three years.