Illicit (Book 1): Devil Knights MC, #1

By Paula Cox

This is book 1 of the Devil Knights MC romance series! Books 2 and 3 of this dark motorcycle club romance are available everywhere now!

 

The Devil Knights MC scarred my body and shattered my heart.

 

This ain't a pretty story.

It's a gory, nasty one.

It's got sweat and violence.

It starts with two men hacked to pieces in trash bags, and it only gets uglier from there.

 

But that's just the name of the game.

Besides, I didn't join the Devil Knights MC to live a normal life.

And I didn't become our top drug runner to do things the regular way.

 

Sydney and Shayla weren't scared of that stuff, neither.

They were two hardcore women ready to ride or die for the club.

And goddamn, they were beautiful.

Hell, I might've even loved those girls.

 

I didn't know it back then, but there was tragedy waiting just around the corner for us.

Along with betrayal. Murder.

And bloodshed.

Lots and lots of bloodshed.

 

And that's just where the story begins.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Apr 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393351351

Book preview

Illicit: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Devil Knights MC Book 1)

By Paula Cox

The Devil Knights MC scarred my body and shattered my heart.

THIS AIN’T A PRETTY story.

It’s a gory, nasty one.

It’s got sweat and violence.

It starts with two men hacked to pieces in trash bags, and it only gets uglier from there.

But that’s just the name of the game.

Besides, I didn’t join the Devil Knights MC to live a normal life.

And I didn’t become our top drug runner to do things the regular way.

Sydney and Shayla weren’t scared of that stuff, neither.

They were two hardcore women ready to ride or die for the club.

And goddamn, they were beautiful.

Hell, I might’ve even loved those girls.

I didn’t know it back then, but there was tragedy waiting just around the corner for us.

Along with betrayal. Murder.

And bloodshed.

Lots and lots of bloodshed.

And that’s just where the story begins.

Chapter 1

Neil Hard-Jack Jackson , patch holder of the Devil Knights MC, walked around his new ride with fascination in his cobalt gray eyes. It was beyond sweet. A trike, with a V8 427ci engine, front mounted. Extended 63mm front forks gave the bike a chopper hot-rod style. The Hughes-Performance Powerglide transmission gave it hot-rod takeoff and performance. The paint was a deep-dark near-black gray with orange-red flame work — not too much, but enough to catch the eye. And the sound through the special 4-to-1 collector pipes was pure idling thunder.

Put simply, she was a high-class sexy beast.

What do you think Neil? Bobby, the top designer asked.

I think it's just what I asked for, and I love the back seat arrangement. Just exactly what I was looking for.

Think you'll have two women back there often? Bobby joked.

My little sisters, Neil told him. They're why I wanted this ride. Jill is sixteen and Sandy is fourteen. Dad just passed away and I'm trying to be more involved with them.

Wow, that's cool Neil. Seriously. And this way all three of you can take a ride together, Bobby said, looking the bike over again.

Yeah, that's the plan, Neil smiled. Now all I have to do is get the idea past Amanda, their mother.

Bobby looked up at the 6'4 muscular man, Half-sisters then?"

Yeah. My mom passed away when I was young. Took dad a long time to try it again, but I always thought he did good hooking up with Amanda. So, I've never thought of the girls as half-anything.

Well, we've never tried to make a rear seat like this, but it came out nice. With the sides curled up like that, shouldn't have a problem at all with them being safe back there. I know it’s comfortable for one passenger as well, because I was back there several times for test rides, Bobby told him. But if the girls ever tell you different, bring it back and we'll go at it again, no charge. Now that you've told me what it's for, I want it to work for you. Alright?

Thanks, that's good of you, Neil said, and shook Bobby's hand. So, everything set? You got the check, and everything is signed?

All yours, Bobby agreed. Been a real pleasure building this one for you.

Neil got into the driver's seat and gave the engine a little gas. Damn that sounds good, he said to himself. Then he put the bike into gear and pulled it out of the shop driveway and onto the road.

Having never rode a trike before, it took a bit to get use to turning. He remained in the industrial park area for more than thirty minutes getting use to turns, shifting the automatic transmission, and braking. On top of everything else, this was the most powerful beast he had ever sat on. Everything was high-performance, even the brakes. Reverse was an interesting feature as well.

Feeling like he had a handle on his new ride, he took it out to the main street and then got down on the freeway with it, and opened her up.

The rush was amazing. The trike climbed up to 110mph without hesitation, and much quicker than Neil expected. It was a good thing the Miami mid-day traffic was light. He brought her back down to a cruising 75mph, smiling and on the verge of laughing.

It cost a good third of his inheritance from his dad, but it was worth every cent, and the girls were going to love it — if he could get Amanda's seal of approval. He had until Saturday to get use to the bike enough so its power was under control and could give her a smooth safe ride.

Reaching between his legs he pressed one of two side-by-side horizontal panels and it popped open. He closed that and tried the other with the same result. These were gun holders, one of the special features he asked to be installed. The hand brake lever was also a custom request Dave suggested.

Dave rode trikes all of his life. Fifty-four years old, he could put a trike into a bootlegger turn and do a reverse power-slide turn in his sleep. Neil was paying for six hours of his time tomorrow and Wednesday to get him on the right track.

Chapter 2

Shayla Carson laid in bed looking at the clock on her night stand. It was just past noon. Monday took the spot of their day off , but coke-heads never took a day off, so coke-dealers didn't either.

Shayla? You awake? asked Sydney who was snuggled up beside her.

Yeah, Shayla said softly.

Sydney's hand came over her side and caressed her right breast, Do you want to? Sydney asked.

They were both twenty-four, blond, blue-eyed college girls — well, they were college girls before they started dealing cocaine for the Devil Knights a little less than two years ago. They met in high-school, went to the same college, both going for MBA's, and both cool when it came to sex and guys.

Guys, were guys, and there were always more guys. Guys were certainly nothing to fight over, so if Sydney said, 'I want him,' Shayla would back off. A cock was a cock. It wasn't like she was missing anything. And it certainly wanted nothing special with him, and neither did Sydney.

They weren't lesbians either, but one night you might get the right amount of weed, and the right amount of coke, and just the right amount of Ecstasy going so you can dance all night — but then the guys don't show up because of some club business — well shit—things happen. Once they happen, and it was good the first time, they happen again, and then maybe again.

Now, shit had changed though. Guys aren't just guys and they've been fucking each other for a month, not even looking at cock—all because of one fucking man. Fucking Neil Jackson, their new delivery man from the Devil Knights.

Shayla turned over and faced Sydney. She brushed a