Silas: Death Knells MC, #1

By Vivian Gray

Silas is book 1 of the Death Knells MC trilogy. Books 2 and 3, Silas the Outlaw and Silas the Beast are available everywhere now!

Biker. Outlaw. Bad boy. Killer?

On his deathbed, my MC president made me swear to keep his daughter safe.
But marrying the girl is a dangerous mistake.
She's in my house now – and I can't keep my hands off of her.
Which is how she ended up pregnant with my baby.

JESSA

Silas has always done what he needed to do to survive.
But I could never be with a man whose hands are covered in innocent blood.

It doesn't matter that he'd do anything to keep me safe.
I don't need to be protected – I need to be free.
Free from pain.
Free from violence.
Free from my past.

But I'm trapped in a contradiction.

Because the only place I truly feel alive is on the back of Silas's bike.
I can't submit to this life.
I've got a bright future, far away from here.

At least, that's what I used to think.
But now, every time Silas lays his hands on me…
Every time he takes me to his bed and shows me what my body craves…

I'm forced to admit:
I belong to him.

SILAS

Jessa tried to run away from the biker world.
But I jumped into the deep end.

I've done bad things in my time down here.
Robbed. Hurt. Killed.
All for the club. For my brothers.

But my sins have changed me. Marked me.
I can't be near a woman anymore.
Especially not one as pure and innocent as Jessa.
If she gets too close…
There's no telling what I might do to her.

Which is why this fake marriage is a huge mistake.

I swore to her father – my dying president – that I'd protect his only daughter.
But I never expected it to come to this:

Her walking through my house.
Sleeping in my bed.
And – God help us both – having my baby.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Mar 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386859437

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Silas: A Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance (Death Knells MC Book One)

By Vivian Gray

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Biker. Outlaw. Bad boy. Killer?

ON HIS DEATHBED, MY MC president made me swear to keep his daughter safe.

But marrying the girl is a dangerous mistake.

She’s in my house now – and I can’t keep my hands off of her.

Which is how she ended up pregnant with my baby.

JESSA

Silas has always done what he needed to do to survive.

But I could never be with a man whose hands are covered in innocent blood.

It doesn’t matter that he’d do anything to keep me safe.

I don’t need to be protected – I need to be free.

Free from pain.

Free from violence.

Free from my past.

But I’m trapped in a contradiction.

Because the only place I truly feel alive is on the back of Silas’s bike.

I can’t submit to this life.

I’ve got a bright future, far away from here.

At least, that’s what I used to think.

But now, every time Silas lays his hands on me...

Every time he takes me to his bed and shows me what my body craves...

I’m forced to admit:

I belong to him.

SILAS

Jessa tried to run away from the biker world.

But I jumped into the deep end.

I’ve done bad things in my time down here.

Robbed. Hurt. Killed.

All for the club. For my brothers.

But my sins have changed me. Marked me.

I can’t be near a woman anymore.

Especially not one as pure and innocent as Jessa.

If she gets too close...

There’s no telling what I might do to her.

Which is why this fake marriage is a huge mistake.

I swore to her father – my dying president – that I’d protect his only daughter.

But I never expected it to come to this:

Her walking through my house.

Sleeping in my bed.

And – God help us both – having my baby.

Chapter 1

341 B. 341 B.

Jessa swallowed a sick knot in her throat as the room number ran through her mind. The hospital had too many damn hallways. She skidded to a stop in front of a plaque with room numbers pointing in opposite directions. The anxiety made it impossible to digest what she was seeing. She pressed a hand to her forehead.

341 B.

She hung a left, her legs feeling wooden as she remembered the phone call. One of the motorcycle club brothers. A guy she hadn’t seen in years – telling her she needed to come to the hospital ASAP. Her father had been shot.

Most times when a brother got shot, it didn’t even warrant a second glance.

If they had been instructed to call her, the estranged daughter of the Death Knells’ president, then it could only be bad.

Bad bad bad. 341 Bad.

The breath whooshed out of her when she finally found the room. Hands shaking, she turned the door handle. She hadn’t seen her father face-to-face in two years. Even then, it had been fleeting and perfunctory. A sort of let’s try to make this relationship better meetup that had ultimately led to nothing changing.

Because how could it? Her father, Stone, was committed to his MC. Jessa’s little brother had died at the helm of it, too, so Jessa never wanted a part of their fake trappings of security and brotherhood.

Better to just go their separate ways.

And now look where the MC got you, Dad.

The door creaked as it swung open. A dimly lit room greeted her. And six Death Knells members turned to look at her.

The room seemed to shrink under the quiet protectiveness of the club brothers. There was barely a sound as she stepped in, save for the weak beeping of a machine hooked up to her father. His grizzled features looked even more war-torn than she remembered under the dim light of the room.

He gestured for her to approach, an IV stuck in his hand.

Jessa looked at the brothers as she headed for the bed. There wasn’t animosity necessarily, but rather a feeling of two species of different worlds acknowledging each other. A rabbit nodding at a dinosaur. A scientist stepping into the world of a porn star.

Jessa. Her father’s rasp was weak – almost sounded like a different person entirely. You came. The surprise registered in his voice despite the breathing tube. After all, he had good reason to think she might not come.

But Jessa had debated, then realized, at the end of the day, that she at least needed to see the old man off.

What happened? She slid her hand into his rough outstretched fingers. His familiar warmth brought back tender memories of childhood – the way he used to lead her to her favorite ice cream shop on Sundays, the effortless way he could throw her up, high into the sky, while she shrieked with joy, and the overall sense that her daddy would always be her protector. No matter what life threw their way.

Except he couldn’t protect your brother. And he couldn’t protect himself. So you had to protect yourself through distance.

I don’t think you want to know. He managed a weak laugh. Jessa was acutely aware of the brick wall of brothers surrounding her and her father. The men were motionless, stoic – always there to do the president’s bidding. It was tense. We lost a brother.

She sniffed. And now you. Her gaze traveled over the bandages wrapped around his bicep. He shifted in bed, wincing. Where were you shot?

He let out a rattling sigh. My gut and my chest.

So why aren’t they just sewing you up? She glanced around the hospital room. A few pairs of eyes were on her. Who could tell what these guys knew about her, much less what they thought of her? Two she recognized from her childhood; longtime pals and brothers of the club. The rest were strangers; probably recruited sometime in the past six years