His Beautiful Nightmare: The Suffer Ring Series, #1

By Kam Newton

Ruby is a rose amongst the thorns of her small town. Her beautiful curves and rockabilly style turning the heads of everyone who passed her by. Though she never noticed, her dreams were clouded in visions of a shadow with sparkling ocean blue eyes and sleek and smooth classic cars. After the loss of her parents she fell into the arms of a monster, unable to escape till he nearly stole her last breath. Since that night no other man has been able to gain her attention. Not until Cobolt Wolfe walked into her life.

Bolt was the self-proclaimed “Bad Boy”, his past was filled with a darkness he wore on the inked sleeves of his skin. The only thing in his life he truly cared about was his car, no one else got behind the wheel of his classic pride and joy but him. No exceptions. He didn’t want or need a woman to settle down with, he wanted a woman to keep his sheets warm for just one night. That was all until time stood frozen the moment his eyes met the sweet curves of the local salon owner.

When Bolt found out Ruby's past held a secret that was haunting her future and threatening her safety he knew he couldn’t just stand by. She was different than any other woman he had known and for the first time in his life he found a woman who was worth protecting. He had found the one woman who would force him to tear down his own walls, facing the monsters of his past in order to save her from her own.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kam Newton
• Release date: Oct 2, 2016
• ISBN: 9781536540406

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The Suffer Ring Series #1

Kam Newton

Copyright 2016 Kam Newton

All Rights Reserved

This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, real people, and real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, organizations or places is entirely coincidental.

All rights are reserved. This book is intended for the purchaser of this e-book ONLY. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping, or by any information storage retrieval system, without the express written permission of the author.

Acknowledgments

To all my family that supported me in this decision to finally follow my dreams. 

Thank you to my parents for encouraging me and giving me the means to have the cover I desired the most and mum, I hope you like your mermaid.

To my husband and crazy kidlets for just being the crazy little people you are and sometimes giving me the peace I needed to write. Also to my grandparents, who celebrated 50 years of marriage together this year, you are a testament to true love. Though most of all to my grandma 'Gumby' who let me bend her ear day in and day out on crazy characters and plot lines, and for her constant threats of taking her 10%.

Thank you so much for supporting my imagination and believing in me.

I couldn’t have done it without you all.

Also a special mention to all the authors, bloggers, betas, models and photogs in the world of Indi-writing who have helped me along the way. You know who you all are and I would have been lost without your help and it truly means a lot to me.

Thank you.

Lance Jones (Cover Model),

Calvin Smith (Photog),

Tracey Soxie Weston (Cover designer),

Traci Roe (Editor),

Jaye Cox (Formatter)

For the amazing work you did for this to all come together. 

Note to the readers

This book has been written using UK English and contains euphemisms and slang words that form part of the Australian spoken word, which is the basis of this book’s writing style.

Please remember that the words are not misspelled, they are slang terms and form part of the everyday, Australian lifestyle. This book has been written using UK English and spelling.

If you would like further explanation, or to discuss the translation or meaning of a particular word, please do not hesitate to contact the author – contact details have been provided, for your convenience, at the end of this book.

Table of Contents

Prologue

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

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Epilogue

The eyes are back, so I know I am lost in a dream. They are so mesmerising, like I am staring deep into the bluest ocean with golden flecks of sand being swept through them by the waves. They are just staring back at me like they are trying to see inside me, see inside my soul. I try to reach out to the face that holds these eyes that haunt me.

I want to see who lies behind those eyes I see every night before I wake. The blurred face starts to fade into the shadows of my dreams as the beeping of my alarm wakes me into the morning. My eyes flutter open, letting the warm sun pull me from my sleepy imagination.

My hands grasp at the fresh, cool white sheets beckoning me back into my sweet slumber, back to the over whelming eyes that I know will forever stalk my dreams. I sling them back in a long dramatic sweep and slide my legs to the side till my bare feet hit the floor. 

*knock knock*

Yeah mum, I'm up, I'm up. I yell through the door while rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I hear her heels click across the light bamboo flooring as she leaves without a word.

Not a moment later, my door flies open. My older brother Xander comes bounding through and lands straight on me as he dives on the bed, pinning me down in a massive bear hug.

What the hell, Xan, you could have killed me, you giant oaf. I yell out, trying to push him off.

The smile doesn’t leave his face as he climbs off me and spreads out over my small double bed taking up every inch of space. His feet hang off the end of the bed and he raises his head slightly to slip his crossed arms behind his head. He's only 23 and already 6'4" and built like a brick house. He reminds me every day that it’s so he can ‘protect me from wayward boys and their wandering hands, ‘cause he will break every one of their fingers and necks if one arsehole touches me.’

Everyone in school knows it, too. I think it’s the sole reason I am dateless every weekend and have to hang out with my friend, Brandon. Though if you ask our mum, she says it’s because I look like a hooligan with raccoon eyes.

Thanks mum.

What are you smiling about so early in the morning anyway? And get off my bloody bed, I have to get ready for school.

I had my date with Sami last night and just got home. Slipped in so mum and dad don’t know. I had to tell you first Rebel. I fucking proposed to her! Can you believe it? There I said it and well, fuck, I just had to tell someone and you're it, baby sister.

Oh wow Xander. I think Sami is wonderful, you know that. I'm so happy for you, X. You have the boys and now getting married. I’m so proud! I reach over and wrap my arms tightly around him.

You know I love you and I am happy for you, ut you know you have to go tell mum and dad, right? Now seriously, you have to get out or I’ll be late. We will celebrate when I get home, I promise

Thanks, now I have to go break it to dad and mum

Xander says with a wink and that same goofy grin all over his face as he pulls his massive frame from my bed before shutting the door behind him and leaving me to get ready.

I step towards my desk that’s covered with makeup and an oversized mirror hanging low on the wall. A photo of my dad, brother and I standing shoulder to shoulder in front of a flatbed tow truck, with the shell of his XA coupe on its back is wedged into the mirror’s frame.

I love that photo; I love that car.

Thankfully I showered last night so I can dress for the day. I start with my makeup, I cannot face the day without my war paint in place and my eye liner that I know is far too thick. However that’s exactly how I like it. Looking back at myself in the mirror I can’t help but smile at the 17-year-old me, the person I am and the person I am yet to become.

I would never have known how this next year would turn my entire world upside down and change my whole future.

My name is Cobolt Wolfe, I am eight years old and I am a coward. My older brother Greyden, was dragged out of the small single bed we share in the middle of the night for a mistake I had made. The sounds of the Monster’s fists hitting flesh can be heard through the thin walls of our dilapidated unit. You would imagine the neighbours would have called children’s services by now but no, in our block the Monsters all stick together. Drug addicts, dealers, drinkers and abusers all seem to be surrounding us like we really were living in the pits of hell fire. If living was even what you would call this.

Now while I hide under our bed amongst the dust, the dirty clothes and the hidden food wrappers, Grey is out there taking my punishment one sickening heavy punch at a time. Tears fill my eyes and my heart cracks at the deafening silence after each hit. Grey doesn’t make a sound, he doesn’t cry out or whimper. He takes it. Every. Single. Hit. Our father can throw at him.

He might be only twelve years old, but Grey is my protector even when I don’t want him to be, like tonight when it should be me out there at the hands of the man that was our sperm donor. Our father doesn’t yell, he doesn’t scream, his fists do all the talking that he needs to do. It used to scare me how much Grey is like our father, though I will never tell him that. I know he hides an angry demon within him, you can see the fire in his eyes trying to escape when the Monsters come for us. He won't let it out though, he won’t let it win, so he masks himself in silence instead, letting it consume him.

My attention turns to the sounds of our mother finally beginning to stir from her self-induced drug haze. The now empty plastic syringe clattering to the floor breaks the silence. All of a sudden my door is swung open so fast it collides against the wall with such force it puts yet another hole into the plasterboard. It’s right next to the one from the Monster’s fist last week when Grey made the mistake of moving when he swung his fist at his head. He was locked in the shower stall for over an hour because of that. Sixty full minutes of running cold water down your fully clothed body on a cold July night. He has barely spoke a word since, and now this.

Grey was thrown onto the floor by the bed with a thud as his already bloody head hit the splinted floorboards. I looked up to see the Monster’s boots retreat back through the doorway leaving us alone once again like discarded trash in the dark. Though the darkness was more of a comfort to us these days, and a hell of a lot less scary than him.

Grey's face and arms were covered in the rich wet thickness of his blood. The rusty smell had already filled the room as I crawled from my hiding place and dragged my brothers limp and tired body back onto the bed. We lay together, cuddled tight, knowing our reality meant tomorrow would be no different for us... yet.

I will get us out of here one day, Bolt, just you see little brother. One day I will fight back and he will regret ever laying a hand on us Grey whispered into the darkness. It wasn’t just words to him; It was a promise and I knew all too well that without a doubt in my body, it was one he would keep.

My mind wanders back to the dark moments of my life that I care to forget. I have grown and hardened since then. I'm not a child hiding beneath the bed waiting for the Monsters to leave, I am a man with hidden monsters of my own. I am a man that has encased myself within impenetrable armour and no one has been worthy of being let in.

I travel down the hot asphalt towards Cape Crescent, the centre line curving with the flow of the open road. It happens every time I get on the road, my mind escapes me with thoughts of my past. All the bitter memories and emotions I can’t seem to deal with and push back into the depths of my conscious.

My brother hasn’t made contact with me since he has been back from the armed forces nearly a year ago, the abusive parents that abandoned us for their drug habits and the girl that broke my heart, all for the boy with full pockets. That's my fucked up life for you.

I approach the turn off to the small coast town and knock my Cherry Red HQ Holden Monaro down to second gear as I make the turn down the narrow tree lined road. I don’t know exactly what I am looking for here, but it’s more than just the Ferris Vintage Car Show I signed up for in two weeks. I couldn’t resist, I love competing and showing my beast off. I have put so much love and work into her and when I rumble down the street every head turns to see her beauty as we thunder past.

The longest I’ve stayed in a town was for four months after the last show, but that was all because of another fucking woman. I will learn one day. It was time to leave anyway, the girl I was currently fucking decided she wanted a commitment or to leave ...... so I fucking high tailed it out of there.

Wasn't a hard choice if you knew anything about Celeste. I don’t have time for a bitch who thinks she can change me. If you don’t like me, don’t fuck me....simple sweetheart. This stuck up bitch wanted to turn me into some CEO figure like her daddy, even though he only owned the local Hyundai dealer. No fucking way, cupcake.

There is no such thing as the perfect woman and I wouldn’t want one if there was anyway. I only need someone to keep my bed warm for a few hours and then be gone by the morning. The only reason why I kept Celeste around so long is she could suck and polish the oil off a tail pipe clean. Sometimes that’s a skill that allows a girl like her to stick around longer than a night, but rarely. I thought I made it clear when I said she was a fuck and a fuck only. Clearly not it seemed when she started throwing around horrific fucking curse words like ‘relationship’ and ‘boyfriend.’

I get girls easy enough these days. I didn’t used too, but once you hit the gym and start to pack on some muscle and cover yourself in ink, you suddenly gain some more appeal with the opposite sex. Not hard when you have the bad boy image down with my body mostly covered with tattoos and they have daddy issues that work in your favour. But what can I say? I look good, and I know it.

I'm only twenty-seven and the ladies tend to love my dark hair and deep blue eyes. That’s right, I am a living mascot for tall, dark and handsome, and I don’t deny it to myself either. I might be a bit of a cunt but I'm not a total arsehole, they know the score from the start. Love me or hate me, either way I’m up front and don’t play games.

My rules are easy. One night and no repeats, well unless you have a seriously impressive skill of some sort. Oh and the word monogamous is not in my vocabulary - just ‘cause I am fucking you doesn’t mean I will say no to someone else. It’s surprising how little some women care as long as it means a night with me, and well I am happy to oblige, when I can of course.

I needed an escape so I got the fuck out of there and decided to rent a little two-bedroom house with a massive double garage. A real man’s house from what I saw online; just how I liked it. Now to try and find this dodgy, little town and explore it. As I follow the GPS into the small town, I am surprised how busy and developed it is. I was expecting some bum-fuck hillbilly town or something with mum and pop stores and fuel three times the price as in the city.

My eyes search along the busy main street and pull up into the next available parking spot I can find. I let my baby rumble as she sits idle while I unfold myself out of my car, my arm gently resting on the top of the car door and look around at my new surroundings. So this is Cape Crescent hey, not looking too bad; small, but it has potential. 

My stomach lets out a bit of roar reminding me how long it’s been since I've had breakfast. I think it will be time to get a bite before I find my new digs and then see if this town has any sort of decent gym. I need a work out after sitting cramped in my car for so long, my beast really wasn’t made for a 6'2" man like me.

While I'm leaning against my car, I see this sexy as sin midnight-blue Ford XA Coupe rumble by me. I can't see through the dark tinted windows to see my competition, but damn that’s a fine machine, with the best set of pipes on her, too. I can feel the vibrations under my soles as it slowly purrs past, I wonder if it's a local or the owner is in town early for the show too.

Oh yes, this town has a whole lot of potential to uncover.

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Urgh! I grunt as I roll onto my back, my legs tangled in the sheets. I just stare up at my ceiling while my clock keeps beeping away with a rather obnoxious noise that could wake even the dead, letting me know it’s 7am. I hate the sound of my alarm, but it gives me the incentive to get out of bed just to turn the bloody thing off. Then again so would a Justin Bieber CD, but I will stick to the lesser of two evils and wake up to a traditional annoying alarm clock.

Some people wake up to pretty songs about happy days, not a hair out of place and birds that make their beds. That's more like Ellie, my roommate. Me however, I wake up looking like I've been beaten with water balloons and I have some sort of bird’s nest happening on top of my head. My eye liner is now smudged down my face because I forgot to take it off last night. These summer nights have me hot and frustrated and not just sexually either, even though it has been too many months since I've felt a man's tender touch.

I slowly drag myself away from my slumber paradise known as my pillow top queen bed and head to the shower. My God! I stare at myself in the mirror while I wait for the hot water to run through these old pipes. I really should remember to take off my makeup, I look like a god damn homeless raccoon.

Ruby Mae Lee! If you don't remember to take that wretched makeup off before you go to bed you are going to get wrinkles the size of the Great Dividing Range before you are even 30. I hear the memory of Mum’s voice in my head.

God how I miss that screaming banshee woman. She might have always been yelling but she was always so filled with love, it’s just the way she was. A voice louder than a mega phone and the warmest smile on her face would crinkle around her knowing eyes.

After the hot water kicked in, steam took hold of our little bathroom like a fog. I gingerly stepped into the shower and let the hot water glide over my body, washing away the tension and anxiety I held onto. Resting my hands on the cold tiles, I hung my head and let the burning water droplets beat down on my skin. It felt amazing and I let out a long sensual moan into the air.

God that’s exactly what I need.

After a long moment, I lathered myself with my favourite Midnight Heat body wash. I let my hands wander across my soft pale skin. My small hands reaching up to glide over my generous breasts, cupping them, playing with the silver bars piercing my hardened nipples. My mama always said I had curves in all the best places, and I have never had a man complain about my DD size chest.

I decide I have some time before I need to leave and let my hands work their way lower over my soft, trimmed mound and in between my curvaceous thighs. My fingers finding my silky wetness between my smooth folds, and straight to my sensitive, little jewel.

Oh lord that feels good! 

My nimble fingers caressing my little bundle of nerves in small circles making ecstasy shoot through my veins. Between the hot water kissing at my skin, my left hand reaching up fondling my hardened, pierced nipples and my right working my swollen clit, I am already so close. The heat spreading throughout my body. As I lean back, my shoulders press firmly against the cool shower wall and I close my eyes taking in every sensation passing through my body as I try and take in long, heavy breaths of air.

My foot slides back flat against the smooth white tiles as I work my body like a fine tuned instrument. My mind wanders to a dream once upon a time, of a pair of deep blue piercing eyes and that’s all it takes; I feel myself start to fall over the edge of ecstasy into my own personal nirvana.

I slowly open my eyes and try to calm my erratic breathing, my body feels like it is still vibrating from my intense orgasm. I haven’t cum like that in such a long time. It was so intense I surprise myself I am still standing. It's been so long since I have thought about those consuming eyes, that dream or any man really. Not since ….

No, no more thoughts of him, he is long gone and out of my life and I am moving forward.

Alone.

I turn off the shower and grab my far too large purple towel. It’s soft, warm and well-worn, it was one of the last things my mum gave me when I decided to move out and make it on my own. I know it’s impossible, but sometimes when I’m down I can still smell her perfume on it when I hold it close.

I sit before my mirror pulling out my hair dryer and curler before I do my hair and makeup for the day. However, I know I’m going to be cutting it fine to beat my team to work. Why couldn’t I have chosen an apartment on the other side of town, closer to the salon? I sigh inwardly to myself.

Hmm, well maybe I could search through Ellie's closet while she is away and see if she has any new goodies. My bestie and roomie Eloise Mosconi is a popular tattoo and pin up model known as Cherry Bomb to her fans. But to me, Eloise will simply just be my Ellie; my best friend since I was thirteen, my roommate and crazy kindred sister.

Ellie brings home so much free merchandise and she lets me pick out a few things. But after Shoe-gate of 2013 over a certain pair of Demonia tartan platform heels, we agreed we share our shoes, there is no hers and mine and no arguments. I love her, but we can fight like a couple of randy tom cats over our heels.

Alright so I might have spent just a little too long trying on clothes and having my own little private fashion show in Ellie's room. It's not hard to forget about the world in here, the softest silk, creamy satins and harsh leather silencing my inner thoughts. Being amongst this beauty can be the highlight of my day when I am feeling down, but today isn’t one of those days, so I have to pull myself away from the beautiful over flowing wardrobe and get my arse moving. 

I really will have to tidy up her room before she gets home or she'll kill me.

I finally settle on a tight waist high, knee length pencil skirt with a red and black peasant top and matching under-bust corset to match my black and red pumps with cherries on the toes and red ribbons tying them to my ankles. I give myself one last look in the mirror, adding a little extra hairspray to my rockabilly roller curls and pout my sexy red lips together before grabbing my keys and rushing out the door to work.

My ride might not be new and sleek, but she is a classic beauty with a beautiful sound. It was my dad’s midnight-blue, V8 XA Falcon Coupe. Dad, Xander and I built it from the ground up but my dad died before he got the chance to finish it. Alright, so it was more Xander than me, but I still helped. My baby Dita roars to life and I’m out of our apartments car park and on the road. That's the best part about being the boss; I don't get hell when I’m late for work, well except from Hannah.

As I pull up right out front of my building the cherry red letters of Ruby'z Rebel Stylez greet me. A wave of pride hits when I realise it has been two years since I opened my business, with the help of my brother. When our parents died in a car accident, they’d made sure my brother and I were well taken care of. Xander and I made the easy decision that he got our family home to raise my beautiful nephews in and he used his money to put a down payment on a house down the block for his ex-wife Sami, so it was easy for the boys to be close by.

For me however, I got Dad’s XA, which meant the world to him, along with my two-bedroom apartment with Ellie and my little salon, which specialises in