Lost Faith

By Mary Martel

This is the second installment in the Dollhouse Series, and boy, have things changed at the Dollhouse.
Another girl moves in. A girl who is most certainly not fit to work at the Dollhouse, or at least not on her back upstairs.
While Duchess's relationship with the boys from the Mercy MC grows stronger every day her relationship with Cap is somewhat strained. They both find that they wamt different things out of life, and Duchess struggles to come to terms with it.
The bonds she shares with Franky and Stanley are put to the test and when it's all said and done things will never be the same between them.
Love. Loyalty. Friendship. Trust. Family.
It's all put to the test. Ties will be forever severed and lives will be lost.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mary Martel
• Release date: Jan 12, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311607133

Mary Martel

Mary Martel was born in West Michigan and spent most of her life there. She currently resides in North Dakota with her two daughters and husband. She loves reading, zombies, mermaids and all forms of art.Follow on Instagram: @mary.martelEmail address: [e-mail]

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Lost Faith

The Dollhouse Series

Book 2

By: Mary Martel

Copyright © Mary Martel 2015

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No Mercy (The Dollhouse Series book 1)

Blurb:

Do you know what the funny thing about Mercy is? Cap asked her. Before she could answer he spoke again, It can be a cold, hard, unforgiving bitch.

Duchess runs The Dollhouse. An old, two story mansion she recently purchased in an attempt to create a safe home for herself and her girl Franky, something neither of them have ever had. A safe home is not all The Dollhouse is though. The downstairs is a bar and the upstairs is home to something much seedier. A modern day brothel. A brothel Duchess is the proprietress of.

Duchess is a cold, hard, tough as nails woman with a murky past. Her whole life revolves around taking care of her girls and keeping them safe.

Life at The Dollhouse is irrevocably altered when its sole neighbor, the Mercy MC, strolls through the front doors of the bar.

From that moment on Duchess’s fate is intertwined with theirs. She tries to fight it to no avail. They claimed her and her girls and that’s all there is to it.

She gets a family she never wanted. Friends she never needed. And a lover she never expected. She also suffers loss and has no qualms about killing anybody who stands in her way or threatens her or her girls.

This is the first part in a series and it is not a happy go lucky story.

Warning: this series is intended for a mature audience. It contains violence, murder, prostitution, foul language, suicide and sexual content.

This is the second part in a series. The books are meant to be read in order.

Dedication

To my beautiful husband.

Thank you for always making everything right in my world.

I love you.

To my precious girls, who I hope will never actually read this.

You are the light of my life and I love you both more than anything on this planet.

You’ll both always be the best thing I ever did in my life.

Love you!

<3

Chapter One

I pushed my, partially opened, bedroom door open the rest of the way and took in my room. What I saw made me press my lips tightly together and lower the arm I held my gun in. King, and a man I’d never seen before stood beside my bed, doing what I had no clue because their backs were to me.

What the fuck do you think you’re doing? I snarled.

King slowly turned around at the sound of my voice. He grinned at me and shared, Caps got us putting in cameras here.

Caps been gone for two weeks, I informed him of something he obviously knew. Something I wished very much not to be true.

We’ve just been waiting for this shit to get here. It arrived yesterday so here we are. Cap gave the orders before he left.

He could take his orders and shove them up his ass hole.

That doesn’t explain what you are doing in my bedroom. And it sure as shit did not. I gestured to the man I did not know, Or, who the fuck this is.

Mama…

I scowled at him. He’d been calling me that since Avery’s death, and I wanted to punch him in the throat every time the fucking word left his mouth. He found my urge to assault him, which I’d shared with him repeatedly, adorable. I know this because he’d told me so. Repeatedly. Which, only succeeded in making me want to punch him even more.

King, I’d learned, was a very odd man. He was a quiet, affectionate, maniac. A very odd mix, but somehow it worked for him. I’d also learned he was Captains right hand man. Batey is Caps VP and his best friend. King, did the dirty work for Cap and the club. And he got off doing it. I got the feeling his relationship with Cap was much more complex than that but I didn't ask because it wasn't my business.

Cap trusted King with things Batey had no fucking clue about. Like me for starters. This I knew because King told me one night when he'd had too much to drink. Alcohol loosened his lips and all 'a that.

Cap left on a run just over two weeks ago. King had shared with me that since he’d gotten patched in years ago he’d never missed going on a run with Cap. Never. Until, now that is. Cap wanted King here with me so, simple as that, he was here with me. King packed up a bag and took up temporary residence at the Dollhouse. Something I was not in the loop on until King temporarily moved in with me. What surprised me the most about the situation was that King held no resentment towards me whatsoever over getting stuck with babysitting duty. He acted like we were best friends, it was high school, his parents were out of town, and we were having a slumber party at my place for the weekend.

I let him do his thing, but there were times when he grated on my nerves. Like with this camera bullshit and being in my room uninvited.

Hello… King, I snapped. Who the hell is this guy, and what are you doing in my room? I do not want cameras in my bedroom. Frustrated, I puffed my cheeks up and blew out an angry breath.

We installed a monitor in here. He informed me and went on to share, And this is Stephan.

A what?

And who?

I took in the man who stood next to King. In the past months I met a lot of Mercy MC men, but never this one. Tall. Lean. Dark, slightly shaggy hair that hung in his eyes. Emerald eyes exactly like…

Captain, I muttered. Only Cap had eyes that color of green.

The new man, Stephan, grinned and answered my unspoken question, Bingo.

He looked to be at least ten years younger than Cap. Then again, I could be wrong. I’d never seen a clean shaven Captain before and this man lacked facial hair.

You’re younger than him. I thought his mom took off when he was a baby. I blurted.

Looking surprised, Stephan admitted, She did. Same dad, different moms. My Ma didn’t stick around a whole lot longer than his did. Can’t believe he told you that, it’s not something we share.

What? Why? I asked. My own mother was a gem, and I wish she would have left me when I was a baby. Hell, she could have left me in a goddamn dumpster and I probably would have been better off there than with her.

They both looked shocked. King recovered first. His face morphed straight into an angry mask and he growled, What did she do to you?

Damn.

Now why had I brought this up again? I was destined for another trip down memory lane via my nightmares. The junkie always haunted me in my sleep when I talked about her.

I deflected so I wouldn't have to talk about her. Which was absurd because I'm the one who stupidly brought her up. What’s the deal with these monitors? I asked.

You want, I can find her for you. Make her beg for mercy before I end her, King told me. He was dead serious, too.

Jesus Christ.

He meant that shit.

For me, he’d do it.

I was… touched? And momentarily speechless. Stephan, it would seem, did not share the same problem because he had no trouble forming words. What the fuck, King? He snapped. You can’t go around saying shit like that to people who aren’t family.

I didn’t think it was possible but King’s face got even scarier. "You’ve been gone, brother, so you don’t know, but Duchess is family. She’s also your brothers fuckin’ woman so show some fuckin' respect." He snarled right back.

Stephan glared at King. The two men looked seconds away from pummeling one another into the ground.

I cleared my throat. That’s um… sweet, King. But totally unnecessary because she’s already dead. Now, how about this monitor thingy.

Cap doesn’t do women, Stephan declared, completely ignoring me. He’s never had one and kept her. They’ve always been empty pussy to him. Even that bitch, Avery, nothin' more than empty pussy.

Technically, she'd be considered dead pussy now, but whatever.

Either way, I did not like him bringing her up in front of me.

It was official. I did not like my man’s brother at all.

What a fucking douche bag.

Sarcastically, I replied, Yeah, well, maybe he’s turning over a new leaf. My eyes narrowed and I warned, You should know something about me. I don' being compared to Avery, and I don't like being referred to as empty pussy. If you ever do either again, brother or no brother, I’ll slit your fucking throat.

His eyes grew round and his face lost its color. I don’t know if it was my tone of voice, or my facial expression, but whatever it was, he took me seriously. Good, because I was serious. Deadly.

Now, I quietly went on, explain what you’re doing in here. I’m losing patience with this, and I have shit to do today.

King stepped to the side and gestured behind him to a flat screen monitor that was now on my nightstand. It hadn’t been there when I’d left this morning. Stephan and I put cameras at all the exits, one in the stairwell and one that covers the bar. Nothing overboard. These aren’t here as an invasion of privacy. They’re simply for safety. This, he gestured to the monitor, is a touch screen. You can tap it anywhere on the screen and the screen will go from black to this, he tapped the screen and it lit up. And there, right in front of me, I could see the front door, the back exit, the stairwell and the bar. This screen goes black after being on for fifteen minutes. Tap it and it will light up again and come back to this. There’s another one of these behind the bar. We’ve also put in another monitor at the clubhouse just for your feed.

That was… a lot to take in.

First, he could take his ‘simply for your safety’ bullshit and choke on it.

Second, I had people who came through the Dollhouse, I knew for certain, did not want to be taped on their way through. They did not want their visits to be recorded in any way, shape, or form.

This was not good.

Not good at all.

And what was up with my feeds going to the clubhouse? That wasn’t overboard? It seemed just a tad overboard to me.

I have a slight problem with all of this. I shared.

King smirked at me. Amused, he asked, Only a slight problem? Mama, you look like you want to kick my ass right now. You should see your face.

This shit was not funny.

I sighed.

What’s the problem? King asked.

I have, I hesitated, glanced at Stephan before I looked back to King and continued, certain clients who expect their privacy to be respected when they come here.

They don’t need to know there are cameras here. You have to be behind the bar to have access to that monitor. And, assuming you don’t bring your clients in here, you should be fine.

Alright. I readily agreed. Now I have another problem.

This time it was King who sighed. Hit me with it.

I am uncomfortable with my camera feeds going to the clubhouse.

That part is non-negotiable. Caps orders.

Right. Of course it was nonnegotiable. Of course.

Cap and I had been in a relationship for just over two months. In that time he’d shown me he could be a lot of things. Thoughtful. Sweet. Generous. Loving. When he cared about you he had no problem going out of his way to make sure you knew he cared. To my knowledge he’d never lied to me. He openly shared with me about everything. Those were only a few of the things about him that were good. There was, unfortunately, also some bad. He was overbearing and overprotective all the time. Neither of which I wanted or needed. It drove me up the freaking wall.

And, now this.

Way over the fucking top.

Overbearing.

Overprotective.

All Captain.

What could I do?

Fine. Fuck it. Whatever. If he wants to keep tabs on my shit what the fuck do I care? I snapped. Are you guys done in here? I need to get changed and I’ve got people coming over so you need to get the fuck out.

Yeah, mama, we’re done here. I’m gonna head back to the clubhouse and have a couple of beers with Stephan, so I’m outta your hair. If you need me call.

Will do. Thanks, King.

When the door shut behind them I fought the urge to pick up