Jaxson Beginnings: Black Devils MC

By Jessica Ryder

PREQUEL to the Jaxson, Black Devils MC Series

If she only knew me for the monster I have become…

I chose a dark and violent past early on in life.
Today, I'm damaged goods.
Tortured by a past that haunts me.
This life has already gradually corroded me.
Someday, I'll be forced to pay for what I've done.

I endanger everything I hold dear.
I've never lowered my guard.
Never let a woman into this world.
One moment of kindness, and decide to help her.

The girl who brought me face to face with my past.
I owe her everything for her life which I defaced.
I'll do anything to protect her, even if it means my sanity or my survival go under.

My deepest fear is that I'll draw her into a dark world she'll never escape.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessica Ryder
• Release date: Nov 11, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386962731

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Chapter One

Jaxson Coltrane lit a cigarette and leaned out of the open sash window of his bedroom. Icy-fingers of cold wind blew in and whipped at his face. His eyes narrowed against a beam of the early morning sun, and he put one hand up to shade them. Taking a deep draw, he looked out onto the empty streets below, taking in the view of the clubhouse in the distance; an inconspicuous outpost of the town he called home.

He smiled. Nothing had changed about the place in the last ten years; still unappealing and functional looking from the outside. At this time of day, it always seemed like the forlorn, abandoned storage warehouse it had been before. Inside, it had been refurbished: scrubbed up, gutted out and turned into a fully operational clubhouse. Inside was where the real magic happened. The place came to life; a die-hard biker’s paradise. Every single operation since day one had been planned in the back office. But it was more than just the club’s fortress. The place had been the home that sustained him for the past decade. It was ten years to this day when it all began; ten hard and dangerous years with the Black Devils MC.

Life in an MC had taken him to hell and back. Those who survived the years always carried the scars to prove it. Jaxson knew he was lucky to have come through largely unscathed. Being Vice President of the club for the past three years, he’d hustled and fought to earn his stripes. Though how he’d managed to do so, was a mystery to him. For others, those whose pictures adorned the Wall of Death, it had proved to be lethal. It’d always been an unnerving thought that he may not have been so lucky. There weren’t many weeks that went by when he didn’t get the stomach-churning feeling that this would be the week when De Luca would tap him on the shoulder and say: ‘sorry kid, I was wrong about you.’

Jaxson still remembered the look of shock on his mother’s face when he told her he was joining the club at the age of 17. She’d wanted him to join the military and ‘make a man of himself,’ instead; she got a punk outlaw biker for a son. She’d warned Jaxson to steer clear of the formidable Bruno de Luca. Bruno, the notorious head of the De Luca crime family, and the clubs’ president, had told him he saw a lot of himself in Jaxson and took him on as a prospect. If she’d wanted a son that lived on the right side of the law, she was doomed to be disappointed.

She told Jaxson she had a horrific sense that her son would be six feet under within months. "He’s a user. He’ll make a puppet of you and cast you aside when you’re broken. You’ll see.’ Warning him that he would be no more than a means to an end for De Luca. She knew the danger in Jaxson making himself a vessel for De Lucas whims.

Undaunted, Jaxson hustled tirelessly as a young prospect to prove his worthiness as a brother in the club. Sure that if it hadn’t been for Bruno, he would be locked up inside the joint, Jaxson became determined