Dead Bastard

  Dead Bastard

  Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow

  DEAD BASTARD (The Soldiers of Wrath, 4)

  Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow

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  Published by Crescent Snow Publishing

  Copyright © June 2015 by Sam Crescent and Jenika Snow

  First E-book Publication: June 2015

  Edited by Editing by Rebecca

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  Shakes knew he couldn’t have Daniella, but that didn’t stop him from taking her. Leaving meant betraying his club and going against her father, Zeke. Even though they are being hunted he won’t let her go, he can’t.

  But what happens when they are found? Can Shakes give Daniella back to her father? Can he make amends with the MC?

  With his patch and life on the line, and the possibility of losing Daniella forever, Shakes must decide which road he’ll take.

  Sam: I want to thank our fabulous readers for their continued love and support. Also, thank you Jenika for taking a chance with me. I look forward to all the books we’re going to write together.

  Jenika: I want to thank all the readers out there that have enjoyed this series. I love working with Sam, and especially love that these stories are enjoyed by all of you. Thank you for standing in our corner! To Sam, I am honored to be writing with you. I hope there are more books to come.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Blurb

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek of Zeke’s Rule

  Connect with the Authors

  Shakes sat at the bar at the Soldiers’ clubhouse, nursed his beer, and watched Daniella across the room. She was talking to one of the prospects, and although he shouldn’t give a shit about whom she spoke with, the fact was he wanted to go over to that punk ass motherfucker and beat his face in.

  He took another swing, curled his fingers around the neck of the bottle, and clenched his teeth.

  “Another?” DT, one of the sweet-butts, asked from behind the counter. He faced her, looked at her DSL’s—dick sucking lips—and knew he was aware of too much stuff about this bitch. The fact that he’d had her DSL’s on his cock more times than not in the past years, had the nickname of DT, which was short for deep throat, and how she’d done just that to his cock before Daniella came along, made him feel like this dirty fucking bastard. Compared to Daniella, he was trash. He was a filthy, old, fucking man-whore.

  He turned and looked at Daniella again. She’d been staying at the club recently because of shit her father, Zeke, was going through. For some reason, that asshole thought she’d be after here. The thoughts that went through Shakes mind, the dirty damn images, the things he wanted to do to the barely legal woman, made him feel like a pervert.

  He turned back to DT again. “Give me something harder.”

  She grinned, leaned forward, and licked big fucking lips that were glossy from her lipstick. “I can make something hard for you.”

  He curled his lip in disgust. “Just get me a fucking stiff drink.” He faced Daniella again; he saw Boom, the newest prospect working with the club, put his hand on her shoulder, he fucking lost it. Since the moment he saw her walking out of that building when they’d picked her up from college, Shakes had wanted her. He couldn’t even get his dick hard for any other bitches anymore; he didn’t want to fuck them.

  All he wanted was her, wanted between her thick, creamy thighs, her tits in his mouth, his hands, and he wanted her body filled with his seed. Yeah, he wanted his spunk covering her. He’d massage that shit in too, into her big ass tits, and make her smell like him, taste like him.

  Damn, he was fucking hard thinking about that, but his rage overpowered his lust now. He stormed over to Boom, who was smiling wildly at Daniella. Maybe no one should be fucking with her, because damn Demon laid down the lay, and because she was Zeke’s daughter. But the fact was if anyone was going to have Daniella, it was going to be him and no one else.

  No one else.

  He pulled Boom back by the neck, spun him around, and slammed his skinny ass up against the wall. Daniella gasped right beside him, but he was too focused on this little runt to say anything to her.

  “What the hell, Shakes?” Boom wheezed out, but Shakes clenched his hand tighter around the man’s neck.

  “You don’t think about her, talk to her, and sure as hell don’t fucking touch her, got it?” He bared his teeth, making sure this asshole knew he was fucking around.

  Boom nodded frantically.

  “Shakes!” Demon shouted in his deep voice.

  Shakes stared at Boom a little longer, tightened his hand on his throat a little more, then pulled the guy away from the wall and pushed him off to the side. Boom rubbed his neck, looked around the room, and then headed to the back. Shakes looked at Daniella, saw her eyes wide, her mouth parted. She then narrowed her gaze at him, huffed out, and stormed away. He watched her all the way down the hallway then heard the door slam to the room she was staying at while at the club.

  “Get your ass in the meeting room. Now.” Demon said in a deadly void, but Sakes didn’t give a shit.

  He’d done what he needed to make it known Daniella was off limits, and he would do it again in a heartbeat, president and club scolding be damned.

  “Now, Shakes.” Demon shouted out again.

  A few of the members whistled under their breaths and chuckled, and Shakes flipped them off. He went into the meeting room, shut the door, and stared at his club’s president. Demon was a bad motherfucker, set the rules so their club stayed on track, and was as hard and unforgiving as it needed to be.

  “What the fuck are you doing, man?” Demon asked.

  Shakes crossed his arms over his chest, not responding right away. “I’m doing what I need to do.”

  Demon shook his head. “I thought we talked about this, and how Daniella was off limits because she is Zeke’s daughter?”

  Shakes didn’t respond right away. He ran a hand over his face, exhaled loudly, and knew that what he was doing was crossing a lot of lines. “I can’t stop thinking about her, Demon.”

  Demon cursed low. “You have to, because she’s a no-go, Shakes. Getting involved with her is not good for you or the club, and I can’t have you screwing things up because you want to get your dick wet. Zeke is a territorial bastard—”

  “It isn’t just about fucking her, Demon.”

  Demon lifted a brow in question, but the
look on his face said he didn’t believe that for one minute.

  “It’s true. She’s all I think about anymore, ever since we picked her up. I don’t want to just screw her.” He paused for a minute, about to admit something he’d never said out loud, and one that could get him killed if it got into the wrong hands. “I want her as mine. I want every part of her, and I’ll kill anyone that tries to have her. I want her as my old lady.”

  “Motherfuckinghell, Shakes.” Demon turned away and ran a hand through his hair. “That’s still a no-go.” He turned back around. “On any other occasion, I’d say fuck anyone else and go for what you want, but this is not something you can go after, Shakes.”

  Shakes gritted his teeth. “You can’t tell me what the fuck to do. You’re not my dad, and being the president doesn’t mean you get to bark orders on who I claim as mine.”

  Demon didn’t respond right away, and both of them stared at each other for what seemed like long minutes. “Don’t fucking go after her, Shakes. The club comes first. The club always comes first and you know that. Being with Daniella, touching her, kissing her, hell, breathing wrong in her direction will have Zeke cutting off your dick and feeding it to you before he slits your throat.” Demon cursed again, and leaned forward to rest his palms on the table. “I mean it, leave her be. Zeke will not only kill you slowly, he’ll do damage to the club and I can’t fucking allow that. Understand?”

  Shakes didn’t respond, just clenched his jaw, stared at the man he’d give his life for, and turned to leave. Demon didn’t say anything else; he didn’t even try and stop him. Shakes knew wanting Daniella wasn’t the smart move, but he also wasn’t able to just ignore it. He wanted her, wanted her too damn badly to just listen to reason from himself and his prez.

  He headed past the other club members, down the hallway, and stopped when he got to Daniella’s door. He braced a hand on the doorframe, closed his eyes, and breathed out. He couldn’t betray his club by going against what Demon said, but he also had never felt like this for a woman. This wasn’t about getting pussy. This was about making Daniella his, about having her as his old lady and wearing his patch to let all bastards know she was taken.

  Just as he dropped his hand to his side, he heard footsteps come closer, and then the bedroom door opened. She stood there, right on the other side, her curvy as hell body shouting at him. His dick got hard; dammit, did it get hard. He couldn’t even get wood anymore for the bitches that pranced around the club. But the look of anger on her face didn’t deter is arousal, and in fact, he got harder, loved that she was this little spitfire wrapped up in a schoolgirl outfit.

  Yeah, she’d be his, and damn the consequences.

  They had shared one kiss, and from that moment on, Daniella hadn’t been able to think about anyone or anything else. Shakes had kissed her as if he didn’t give a shit who her father was. Zeke had invaded her life one too many times. It was hard for her to forgive him for everything that had happened.

  Staring at Shakes now as he stood outside of her bedroom, she didn’t have any feelings other than anger toward him. She’d been talking to Boom. Out of all of the men and women, the young prospect didn’t treat her like a plague that could erupt at any moment.

  The whole club treated her as if the leverage Zeke had on them was her fault. It wasn’t her fault that her father was a complete and total bastard.

  “What do you want?” she asked, glaring at the man.

  I will not feel anything for you. I don’t care that you make me melt. You mean nothing to me.

  “I wanted to see you.” He leaned in close and she smelled the musk of his leather and the oil that had rubbed onto him from messing around with his bike. She had watched him from her bedroom window before he came to her, and she hated herself for doing so.

  “Why? Do you want to threaten me now as well?”

  “Boom had no right touching you.”

  “Boom is the only one who’ll talk to me. He wasn’t touching me. We were talking. That’s what happens when friends get to know each other. They talk, they laugh, and they hug.” She opened her arms wide, trying her hardest to express herself. “Haven’t you ever had a friend?”

  “No, and I don’t want one. Boom’s not your friend. You don’t talk to him.”

  His overall domineering attitude had pissed her off. This ordering her around he liked to do, stopped now.

  “Fuck…off.”

  She tilted her head to the side, glaring at him. Shakes didn’t scare her. None of the men in the Soldiers of Wrath MC scared her. They could kill her, but she didn’t really give a shit about what happened to her and hadn’t for a long time. What was the point in worrying about dying when she didn’t really care about living in the first place? Her life had become a constant taking of orders. She took orders from her mother to exercise, not to eat, to become more beautiful. Zeke told her what to do, where to go, and what to see. Now, she was taking orders from the Soldiers of Wrath. She wasn’t allowed to leave the clubhouse, talk to the men who were there, or even have a life.

  What was the point?

  Daniella watched girls her own age living life to the fullest, loving every single second of it; yet, what was she doing? She was studying. That was what her life had come to: studying. She didn’t look forward to anything anymore.

  There was a time, a couple of years ago, when she’d started to prepare for college that she thought life would be different, that Zeke wouldn’t be part of her world. Her ideals were soon shot down and she’d learned to close off everything that actually mattered to her. Zeke didn’t care, her mother didn’t care, and now the club didn’t care.

  Don’t feel sorry for yourself.

  “What did you just say?” he asked.

  “Fuck off, Shakes. Fuck off and bug someone else.” She took a step back into her private room, but he stopped her, shoving his way inside. He slammed her door closed.

  His dominant display didn’t do anything to cheer her up. It was all just a show.

  “Wow, you big man you. You can push your way inside my room.” She clapped her hands, trying to fill her voice with sarcasm. The truth was, she was tired. It was exhausting constantly putting on a show. The attitude, pretending not to care, it was all fake, just a show so that no one would find out the truth.

  She was hurting.

  What kind of person wasn’t afraid of death?

  There were many who’d beg to be allowed to live. Daniella? Not so much. She didn’t know if she’d beg for death if pain were involved, but if pain was not involved, she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t.

  Daniella had been in emotional pain for a long time, but no one had ever cared to look. Shakes stared at her without saying a word. When she could no longer stand to look him in the eye, she spun around, about to go back to her bed to study.

  She didn’t get far. Before she even took a step, he was on her, spinning her around, and pressing her up against the wall.

  He didn’t speak at first, slamming her against the hard plaster. In the next second, his lips were on hers, and all thought left her mind. He gripped her wrists, placing them above her head as he ravished her mouth. There wasn’t anything good about his touch. Shakes took from her, devouring her mouth as if he had a right to it.

  Daniella caved. This kiss almost made her want to risk both their lives. Zeke would kill Shakes if he ever caught them together like this. Daniella’s life was a big deal to Zeke’s kind of life, but probably not for the reason most fathers cared about their daughters, or at least that’s how she felt. To her father, he needed to protect her all the time. Her father had a lot of enemies, which made her an easy target. Their life wasn’t easy for either of them, but she managed. Barely.

  Shakes bit her bottom lip before pulling away. They were both panting and Daniella had her legs pressed together.

  “Boom doesn’t go near you, Dani. You’re fucking mine. You’ll always be mine.”

  Licking her lips, she stared into cold eyes that were once again f
illed with lust. She snorted. “You mean I’m yours until you wake up and realize who my father is?”

  “I don’t give a fuck who your father is.”

  “No? Then why haven’t you been near me? You kissed me the last time and then nothing came of it. You made me think we were friends, but the truth is: we’re not, are we?” He held her captive and she couldn’t go anywhere.

  “I’m not afraid of your father.”

  “No?”

  “No.”

  “Then why haven’t you come near me?”

  She expected him to pull away and for his senses to return. What she didn’t anticipate was for him to press his body against hers. He held both of her hands together in one of his and he glided the other one down her body. The back of his fingers brushed over her breast before moving down to cup her pussy. Even through the thick fabric of the jeans, she was shocked. She’d never been touched so intimately before.

  Daniella was still a virgin and it had nothing to do with her lack of desire. There were plenty of times she’d wanted to just blow caution to the wind and fuck the first man she saw. Instead, she’d been aware of her father’s presence. Everyone knew who she was, and they gave her a wide berth because of that.

  He rubbed between her thighs and Daniella couldn’t keep the moan from escaping her lips.

  “I’m not afraid of Zeke, nor do I give a shit about the fucking club. The only reason I’ve stayed away is to give you chance to get used to me.”

  She laughed. “You want me to get used to you by not spending time with me?” She couldn’t help it. The excuse he’d given her was ridiculous.

  “I’ve had club business to take care of. You’re mine, Daniella. I was giving you a chance to enjoy your freedom. When I make you mine, there really is no getting away from me.”

  He moved his hand upward and slid inside her jeans, going straight for her pussy. Daniella didn’t try to fight him off. She craved this, needed his touch more than she needed anything else in her life. He grazed her clit but he didn’t stop there. Shakes moved farther down and she tensed up. She should tell him to stop, but she couldn’t…she wouldn’t. The truth was she wanted Shakes desperately, craved him, and longed for him. He frightened her on a different level, on a level that should have had her staying away, but instead had her anxious for more, ready to live dangerously.