Behavior Problem

By James Cox

What if bad guys ruled the world and the good guys were the outlaws?

Deviant doesn’t do friendly. He’s had a hard life and it shows in his behavior. The Outlaw MC of Mars is starting to expand thanks to some tough women who want to change the law. In the government’s eyes, women are only needed for breeding. Deviant volunteers to train them. What he doesn’t expect is to meet Tage. The handsome man blushes more than a hard spanked butt—and what a fine pair of cheeks he has. But Deviant made a promise to himself. Never fall in love.

With a covert war against the government going on, the last thing Deviant needs is a weakness. Will the shy Tage bring the big badass biker to his knees?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Apr 20, 2015
• ISBN: 9781772333206

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Copyright© 2015 James Cox

ISBN: 978-1-77233-320-6

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Kerry Genova

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

To Evernight, my fantastic publisher. To my readers, I'm so glad you are enjoying my sexy bikers on mars!

BEHAVIOR PROBLEM

Outlaw MC, 3

James Cox

Copyright © 2015

Government File:

Name: Dan O’Neill

AKA: Deviant

Affiliations: Patch member, Outlaw MC of Mars

Description: 25 years old, long reddish blond hair, blue eyes, very muscular.

Distinguishing Marks/tattoos: Lily tattoo over his heart in script. Tribal tattoo from right shoulder to his wrist depicts Swedish heritage. There’s a gun on right outer calf and a knife on left outer calf. On back from shoulder to shoulder is OUTLAW in bold.

Notable history on file: Parents were lawbreakers. They hid several illegal men and a daughter in the basement to keep them from the proper place as the law states.

Parent’s executed and sister sold.

Previous prison time: 8 years for murder.

Prologue

Earth was considered a desolate planet and is used as a prison. Humanity lives on Mars in a single but always expanding city. Technology being what it is keeps us humans breathing. Our government is ruled by a man named Max Wexmen. He’s a twisted fuck and changed our entire structure. Now it is illegal to drink alcohol, do any drugs, have kinky sex, and, of course, smoke. Homosexuality was a death sentence. Women were to be kept for breeding. Dark-skinned men were used as slaves like back in the darkest days of history. The bad guys ruled the world and the good guys were the outlaws. That’s why we created the MC. We take our hover bikes and fight the injustice on Mars. The battle is going to be bloody.

Who am I? Does it fucking matter? You only have one choice—get the fuck out of my way. Oh, yeah, and welcome to the future.

Chapter One

What the fuck are you looking at? I scowled, narrowing my blue eyes.

The guy staring at me shrugged and hurried off.

Deviant! Outlaw’s voice was stern. He was the MC president.

I glanced at him.

Play nice.

I was a six-foot-three, strawberry blond man that people crossed the street to avoid. I grunted then settled back down on my hover bike. There were three of us. Outlaw, Lover, and me. Our bikes were off, kickstand down. The black exterior was shiny and well lit in the overhead sunshine. We were just inside the city. The buildings around us were only two or three levels. The problem wasn’t that people weren’t used to hover bikes or even us wearing our MC cuts. No, the problem was me. They stared because I was a blue-eyed blond with enough muscle to kill and little morals to stop that kill. This place was filled with rich bastards, their slaves, their fancy hover cars, expensive clothes. I wanted to throw it all in a pile and take a piss on their precious items. We were here because some asshole peacekeepers pulled us over. They were wasting time, trying to get illegal shit on us that we were smart enough to hide, normally, but this time we actually didn’t have anything. I crossed my arms over my chest. The peacekeeper went toward my bike and I leaned forward. My head lowered so I could stare at him like a wild animal ready to charge. I felt the tension in my body spread, ready to spring so I could beat this guy with his own fucking arm.

He paused. I don’t see anything Day-Si.

The other guy, that was our problem. Day-Si, or as we fondly called him Daisy, had a grudge against us. There was a mumble. Something about free to go.

I refrained from showing them my middle finger. Outlaw would be proud. Truth was this gave our boys in the hover car with the weapons time to slip on past. They went by about five minutes ago, heading toward a friend of the club, Harley. He moved the new stolen weapons from our hands to the Underground MC. They were run by Justice, a dark-skinned guy that was helping us rise up against the government.

The peacekeepers moved back to their hover car.

Outlaw hopped onto his bike. A few more seconds. We head back home.

I watched them settle in and uncrossed my arms.

You got that, Deviant?

I jerked my gaze to my president then back to the peacekeeper. Outlaw knew me well enough by now. He knew I’d listen grudgingly. I wouldn’t grovel to his leadership or kiss his shoes or shit like that. I could follow most orders. Usually. I just wasn’t good at the whole authority thing or staying calm. The hover car started up, lifting into the air, and then slowly pulled away. I let out a breath and flexed my fingers.

Let them turn the corner. We’re going the opposite way back to the garage, Outlaw said then gave Lover a wink. Yeah, those two were squeezing their fat cocks in each other’s ass every night. The entire crew knew it. Best friends to MC leaders to lovers. I knew because they weren’t fucking quiet. They couldn’t show that affection in public though. Proof of homosexuality meant a death sentence. What a wonderful world we lived in.

The car skimmed forward gradually and stopped as the hovering light turned yellow then red. The other side of the traffic started. There weren’t too many cars. My gaze shifted from the enemy to the street. That’s when I saw it. Them. I inhaled sharply, memories of my sister flashing through my mind. The woman on the leash wasn’t my sister, but she had the same blonde hair. I stood up on my bike, staring across the expanse of red, flat rock road. The man that held this woman’s leash pulled her along. It looked degrading the way she stared at the ground defeated. Women were property, breeders, that’s what the government said. Every woman I saw took on the face of my younger sister. It was like torture over and over again.

The woman stumbled. She winced as she landed on her knees, her light hair falling around her head in lush locks.

I sat back down. There was nothing I wanted more than to reach out and save her. But saving one woman wouldn’t help our cause to take down the government. Outlaw told me that. Unfortunately, I believed him. I held myself in check. Just barely. Then the shithead that held her leash turned and smacked her right across the face. I swung my leg off my bike. When he raised his hand to strike her again, I charged across the street. This was someone’s mother, someone’s sister.

Deviant!

I heard Outlaw’s voice but ignored it. Besides, I was already on the other side of the road. Hey, shithead.

The older guy turned around, startled. By my presence or my language, I wasn’t sure.

I grabbed a handful of his shirt and punched him right in the face. He went down hard. I heard Outlaw yelling my name. I heard the wail of the peacekeeper’s sirens. Nothing mattered but the blood that ran