A Very Nefarious Christmas: Nefarious MC Series

By Needa Warrant

Black Dog and the Nefarious MC are determined to help the needy families in their area have the best Christmas, but it won't come cheap, and it won't come easy. Willie has a big secret to share with Black Dog, but little does she know Black Dog has quite a Christmas surprise for her too. Come join the Nefarious MC as they get ready for Christmas. Meet new members and find out what your old favorites are up to.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BACKREST BYTCHES PUBLISHING, LLC
• Release date: Dec 20, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519912275

Needa Warrant

Needa Warrant is the pen name for a biker chick who started writing as a way to help animals, mainly horses. She's not your typical author, her writing style is unique. She writes more or less as bikers speak and live. Needa does have an editor but if you're a grammar freak or a mean person, please don't read her books. Books are not cheap to make & she sells all her books for a fair price. Needa is a huge advocate for animals and any cause she believes in. Needa often says she writes an MC soap opera as she brings old characters back. BACKREST BYTCHES PUBLISHING LLC is Needa's very own publishing company! Needa has exciting new projects coming in the near future.  

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

A Special Message

The snow was coming down fast and it was chilly in the Nefarious MC Clubhouse. Another log was shoved into the woodstove and the smoky air filled the large room. Everyone was thinking of Christmas and how they were planning to spend the holidays. Darko had taken Dusty away since she needed a break, leaving Black Dog in charge. He was determined that nothing would get fucked up while his president was gone. The wind was blowing and shaking the old building as the door blew open.

Dee and Willie walked in with tins of cookies in their arms while Mad Jack carried a very sleepy Melora inside. Their coats were dusted with snow as they moved toward the woodstove. Gently, Black Dog settled Melora on the couch in the office, cuddled into a nice warm blanket. The women opened the tins of cookies they’d spent hours making. The scent of Christmas cookies filled the air with a swirl of ginger, chocolate and cinnamon. Even the most grizzled, hardened bikers eagerly came forward to grab some.

Black Dog smiled at the sight and thought about what his little daughter told him over breakfast this morning: Christmas cookies make the world a better place. He hoped Melora was right. Things were pretty dismal at the moment. Many in the club were barely making ends meet and the people in the towns around them were hurting financially too.

That’s why Black Dog decided there was no better time than now to have a Christmas party for the club kids, which would also help out a few local families. It was good for the MC’s reputation to show the communities they cared, and Black Dog knew Nefarious needed that edge. Earlier in the fall, they had their run for toys. Money was better and the bikers were generous in buying toys. However, many children also needed coats and warm clothing. Some people asked for food so they could have a holiday dinner, and notes had been given to some bikers asking for Christmas trees as well. A few of the braver children even told a few of the bikers about the problems their families were having. Of course Black Dog couldn’t solve everyone’s problems, but he intended to help as many families as he could.

He grabbed a cookie and munched on it as he counted heads. It was a mandatory meeting but the unforgiving weather would likely keep those on motorcycles home. That was fine; he didn’t need any accidents happening on his watch, and enough of the members of this chapter had shown up already.

Mad Jack handed him a steaming mug of coffee and Black Dog frowned down at it.

Relax, Dog. It’s Irish Coffee and I made sure that it’s got a good kick to it. I told everyone to stay sober, but I figured we’d keep this to ourselves. Mad Jack’s eyes twinkled as he clinked his mug against Black Dog’s. Dee and Willie are pretty damn worried about Christmas for some of the kids. The club kids are covered on my dime—toys and stuff like that—but it’s the food and coats I’m worried about. They want to do a coat collection. My ol’ lady doesn’t understand that some of the people are not going to want to help the poorer people in the beach towns. They set up some big boxes for canned food at a few supermarkets anyway. Mad Jack looked over the other bikers, and frustration clouded his face. I hope they don’t get disappointed. You’d think at Christmas people would want to give, but Willie said on the way here that even the churches refused to work with us.

Yeah, I know. Willie and Dee have big plans. Each night, I get to hear all about them. Willie’s determined to figure out some ‘Christmas magic’. She plans to raffle off paintings while Tears is talking about a winter festival. Fucking Darko ... He takes off and leaves us this mess to deal with. His voice rumbled from his huge chest as he sipped his coffee. Where’s Thorn, by the way?

On his way here. Had some boats he had to check before the snow got worse. Mad Jack leaned in, smirking. You know, we got that new prospect Maynard. He used to work for that turkey farm—I can’t think of the fucking name. I know they raise turkeys and butcher them, freeze a shitload, then ship them out. My parents swear by that place. Huge turkeys ... Best damn turkeys around here. Maybe we could ... swipe a truckload of frozen turkeys? They send them all over the country. Jack looked around for Maynard in the crowd.

Black Dog shot Mad Jack