Devil May Care

By Jenika Snow

Jakob, a bear shifter and member of the Grizzly MC, is at a point where his life has no meaning. The darkness and loneliness slowly consume every part of him. In order to find that spark again, he became reckless, acting out and being even more dangerous than ever before.

Saya is instantly drawn to the bear shifter she sees fighting bare-knuckled and dirty. He’s handsome in a brutal way, but also seems angry at the world. But the attraction between them is undeniable.

She sees the aggressive, possessive side of Jakob, the side that will take down anyone that tries to hurt her. He’s deadly and menacing, and is power all wrapped in one dangerous grizzly shifter.

When Jakob is with Saya he feels there is meaning to his life. Looking at her, being with her, gives him that high he desires. He can’t let her walk away, no matter what. Making her see that she is meant for him, that she is his in all ways, is Jakob’s main goal now. He won’t fail at it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Feb 12, 2016
• ISBN: 9781772337105

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Copyright© 2016 Jenika Snow

ISBN: 978-1-77233-710-5

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor: Karyn White

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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.

DEVIL MAY CARE

The Grizzly MC, 12

Jenika Snow

Copyright © 2016

Author’s Note

This novella is a look into the lives of the next generation of the Grizzly MC. Although it is written so it can be read as a standalone, it is highly recommended that you read the previous Grizzly MC books in this series, as well as Reckless (The Sons, 1), to better know the characters, their lives, and the world they live in.

Chapter One

Saya sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair, this scene familiar, but one she would never get used to. For the last five years she’d been coming to the prison to see her father. Every once in a while she had been able to actually hug him, feel his warm breath as he told her he loved her. But then there were the times she had to sit behind this plastic, the phone beside her the only way she could hear his voice.

There was a loud buzz and clank, and then she saw her father walking through. The prison guard unlocked him from the handcuffs, and despite the fact she was accustomed to this scene, she hated seeing it.

Lars Reaper Hendrix was not only her father, but also the president of the Death Bringers MC. She knew the reason her father was serving all these years behind bars was because of her, even if he tried to make her see it wasn’t her fault … which he did constantly.

But it was her fault.

If she’d only listened to him and not dated that piece of shit her dad wouldn’t be here.

But that was five years ago, and now she had to tell him she was leaving.

Taking a deep breath as she stared at him, Saya knew he’d be happy for her, but that her leaving town would also mean she couldn’t visit him every week like she had.

He grabbed the phone that was beside him.

She did the same, hating the fucking plastic separating them.

Hey, baby girl.

She smiled at her dad, and took in the fact he was really starting to pack on the muscle. Reaper had always been a big guy, at a towering six-foot-five and strong enough that she’d always envisioned him being able to pull a tank barehanded. Of course she’d been a little girl when she thought that, but her dad had always been bigger than life, and had always been the person that had protected her.

Hey, Daddy. She smiled.

He had a full beard going on, and despite the ugly orange jumpsuit he wore she could see the tattoos that lined his arms, hands, and even neck. His salt and pepper colored hair was on the shaggy side, but his light blue eyes, the ones that were the same shade as hers, looked back at her with happiness and love.

How have things been, sweetheart? he asked in his gruff voice.

As well as it could be going. Her heart was beating fast and hard, and she knew that although she kind of hated telling him she was leaving, she had to because she knew he wanted her to have a future.

Well, did you hear anything? he asked with hopefulness in his voice.

Yeah, I did actually. She paused a moment, and he lifted a dark eyebrow.

Well? He was grinning.

I got in, Daddy.

His grin widened, and he leaned back in the chair, pride clear on his face. I knew you would, sweetheart. After a moment of silence and her not responding, his face sobered and he leaned forward again. What’s wrong?

She shook her head. I just hate leaving because I won’t be able to come here every week.

He made a low grunt, as if what she said wasn’t an issue. Saya, honey, you going to college an hour away means more to me than anything else. I won’t lie and say I won’t miss you, but I’m glad you will be getting out of this shitty ass town.

She smiled, but she still knew she’d miss him like crazy. Daddy, I’m the reason you’re in here, so I feel bad just leaving—

Saya, he said her name in that voice that told her he was serious, that he wasn’t fucking around. He leaned in another inch, his eyes hard. Baby girl, I know you feel like the reason I’m in here is because of you, that you think you dating that motherfucker after I said not to is the reason he almost… He stopped and breathed out, the anger clear on his face. I’m only going to say this once more, Saya. Okay?

She nodded.

"That fucker is paralyzed from the waist down, and having to eat from a tube, because of what I did to him, and because of what he tried to do to you. He held her gaze with his for a suspended moment. He tried to take from you something you weren’t offering, and because of that I took action."

The night they were talking about flashed through her mind. She’d moved on from almost being raped by that asshole, but on the heels of that was the fact if she’d listened to her father and stayed away from that bad boy vibe she got while with Mal, things would have been different. But Saya had always been into the bad boys, had always gone against the grain when she’d sought out someone. It just so happened she should have listened to her father back then.

There is no point in thinking about the past or that worthless piece of shit, Saya, her father said with a slight gruffness to his voice.

But he’ll be thinking about me for the rest of his life.

Yeah, that asshole deserved what he got, and she felt no remorse over his current condition. What she cared about was the fact her father got caught.

Now you listen to me, baby girl, her father said, his voice warming as he looked at her. It was the voice he’d always used when he’d read her bedtime stories when she was younger. It’s just you and me in this world, and I won’t let you waste your time away because you think I can’t handle it on my own.

She could have laughed at that. I know you can handle anything, Dad.

He grinned. And I know you can handle anything, too, baby girl. But I don’t want you worrying about me, okay?

She nodded, knowing he was right. He was always right.

And I know that situation… He paused after he said that, his hand on the counter a tight fist. I know after that incident you’re stronger, too.

I am, Dad.

Then you aren’t going to worry about me or this place, Saya. You’re going to go to school, and kick that in the ass like you do everything else you put your mind to.

She couldn’t help but chuckle.

It’s always been me and you against the world, sweetheart, but it’s time you made your own path.

Even now she remembered him in his leather vest, his beard scratching her when he leaned down and kissed her forehead. He’d been this big bad MC president, but with her he’d been gentle and sweet, protective and always having her best interest at heart.

It was just them in this world since her mom decided to skip town when she was only six years old, and now at twenty-two Saya was ready to start the next chapter in her life. Sure, maybe starting college at her age wasn’t what normally happened, but she didn’t care about any of that.

Tell me you’re going to do this headfirst, sweetheart, and tell me you’re going to say fuck this place and the past.

I just worry about you.

He exhaled roughly and ran a hand through his hair. I know, and I don’t want that. I know you’ll still see me. It’ll just be when you can. I’m okay with that. In fact, I’m glad you’ll be out there getting on with your life and not having to look after your old man.

Although she’d always been there for her dad, making sure he had hot meals when he wasn’t at the MC, that his laundry was done, and that they shared their regular movie nights on Sunday evenings, she also knew he always kept her close. Even if it wasn’t him that did it, the other MC Patches always were around. They were her family, whether blood or not, she looked at them as older brothers, men that would die for her because she was part of their inner circle.

But you won’t be alone. I’ll make sure you’re still protected, even if it isn’t me actually being there.

I know you will, she said and smiled.

They spoke for another ten minutes before their time was up, and after a tearful goodbye because she probably wouldn’t see him again until she was settled in at her new apartment, she knew she would see him again.

This was just the next chapter in her life.

****

It was late, the music was loud, the liquor was flowing, and Jakob sat by himself in the corner watching the action. He had a beer in front of him, a joint between his lips, and even though there were tits and ass and pussy on display, surrounding him, his cock was softer than a piece of uncooked dough.

Nice fucking image, man.

He turned his focus to Mason. The brother grabbed a few things before he was heading out to be with his old lady. He didn’t bring Ryeissa to the club often, at least not when all this debauchery was going on, and Jakob wouldn’t blame the Grizzly Patch. If Jakob had anyone of importance like that in his life, a female that was his only, he’d keep her far away from the skanks that surrounded him on a daily basis.

You want some company tonight? a club whore said.

Keep moving, was Jakob’s response.

She shrugged and moved on to the next Patch.

Bodhi was behind the bar playing bartender to The Brothers of Menace Patches, Havoc, and Kink’s son, Link. Link happened to stop by to drop something off, but had ended up getting his dick sucked by a sweet-butt in a backroom ten minutes after he showed up. Now he was bullshitting with Jakob’s brother.

Jakob finished off his beer, which was piss warm and tasted like shit. He had the roach of a joint between his thumb and index finger, and once he finished off the beer he finished off the pot, as well. The smoke surrounded him, but then again the room was filled with a hazy cloud from the cigarettes and marijuana that were being inhaled freely.

Empty.

Alone.

Not right.

Those evil words filled him, creating this darkness, these shadows within him.

He got up, grabbed his bike keys, and headed out. He didn’t say anything to anyone, and despite the fact he wasn’t drunk and barely had a buzz from the pot, he knew he shouldn’t be driving.

He got on his bike,