Illicit (Book 2): Devil Knights MC, #2

By Paula Cox

This is book 2 of the Devil Knights MC romance series! Book 3 of this dark motorcycle club romance is 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: 9781393006893

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Illicit: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Devil Knights MC Book 2)

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

Saturday afternoon , Shayla laid on the couch with her shirt and bra off, watching the news, while Sydney laid against her, sucking her breasts and arousing her like never before. Shayla was hoping Neil would come through the door soon, because girl-girl always turned him on, and he would, at least fuck them on the couch again. As it was, her hands were exploring Sydney intimately, and urging her on.

She was about to switch over to the financial channel when the story came up about Juan and Tito Gomez being found murdered in their home.

She sat up, Sydney! Look!

Sydney sat up with her and they watched the story. The Gomez brothers were apparently hung by their feet over the inside balcony and then chopped with some kind of heavy blade. Because of this, the police have suggested Cuban or Jamaican posse involvement.

Do you think it was Anton? Sydney asked.

I don't know, but it sure looks suspicious, she told her.

The news segment wasn't long and after it was done, she turned off the TV and shrugged back into her shirt, leaving the bra off, since Sydney was proving to be a tit-hound. She got up and walked into the kitchen not sure why or for what. Her brain was processing too fast.

He said they were traitors, didn't he? Sydney asked from the couch, still looking at the blank TV.

Yeah, he did. Said he was going to take care of them too, she mused.

Why were they traitors?

I don't know honey, she admitted.

Yeah, but, we need to know, don't we? Sydney said.

You're probably right. Neil could tell us, but we got people we can call too—see what was going on.

After an hour of phone calls the picture was fairly clear. The Gomez brothers turned down the bad coke that Anton was trying to push, and then changed over to deal coke for the Steel Highwaymen. Apparently Anton had been sending seventy and even sixty-five percent to them for several weeks. The fifty-percent was just the last straw.

What will happen now? Sydney asked.

What do you mean?

Well, if they were dealing for the Highwaymen, then won't the Highwaymen strike back? Isn't that the way it works?

Maybe. I don't know. Neil would know though. What concerns me is what Anton defines as a traitor.

You think he would try something like that if we just quit?

I don't think so, but if he thought we were dealing for someone else, he might, she told Sydney.

So, we need to make it clear that we’re not dealing for the Highwaymen or anyone else, Sydney told her.

Yeah. That's a good idea.

Neil didn't get back to the apartment until after ten, and when he came through the door, he looked grim.

They gave him space, and got him a beer. Took off his jacket and boots and let him sit down and decompress for a while.

After his second beer was nearly done, Sydney went to get him a third, and Shayla asked, Do you want to talk about it?

I quit the dope running. Not going to do that anymore. So, I don't know who is going to be coming over for you, but I want to be here when he shows up. Neil told them.

Shayla looked at Sydney, and then said, I don't see a problem with that. In fact I'm glad you feel that way. New delivery men always make me nervous.

Yeah, I heard that Frank gave you a hard time, Neil said, referring to the guy before him.

No, Frank wanted to give us his hard time and made it clear that he thought he should get a blow job for delivering the coke to us.

Well, with me here, that won't happen. At least, I don't think anyone in the club is that stupid, Neil mused.

She took of her shirt and snuggled up to him, So, what made you quit? Just tired? Or did something happen?

Neil studied her and said, Something happened. I don't want to talk about it right now though. I'm still working it around in my head.

Alright, that's fine. If you want to talk some other time, we'll listen. Probably won't have answers, but we'll listen, she offered.

She rubbed up against his side with her breasts, Um, there is something we want to talk with you about though. Are you in the mood, or too worked up?

No, I'm good. What's going on?

They told him about the Gomez brothers, and then asked about retaliation.

Well, they weren't with them long, but, it does look bad if they do nothing. I expect we'll get something from them soon. Not sure what, but something will pop.

I'm glad we never sold coke out of here, Sydney said. No one except the club knows where we live.

That's good to know, Neil told her. Do you have a safe house ?

Safe house? Shayla asked.

Yeah, a place you keep ready in case you have to run. A place no one knows where to look for you. Usually it's even in another part of the city, but obviously not hard to get to.

No, but now that you said that, I think that might be a good idea.

I have two I keep. One is a little studio near downtown and another is a two bedroom up in the north area. I keep cloths, guns, cash and supplies there. Neil tells them.

Could we use yours? Sydney asked.

You mean, stock it with stuff of your own? Sure. I'll give you the address, and get you a key made, Neil told them.

We should probably get a new safe for that place. Not like this one, but something large and solid, Sydney said.

How big is the bed, Shayla asked, with a grin.

Just a full size. I didn't think about company. Besides, it was meant to be a safe house, not a love shack.

Well, what are the boundaries? I mean, can we put things in there that we feel we need? Like a safe and new curtains, and a few plants, or is it man's house? Shayla asked. And don't tell me there's no difference. Most men live like bears, with furniture.

You're not supposed to visit a safe house often, because you could be followed, and then someone knows where it is, which defeats the whole purpose. So, maybe plants would be a bad choice, along with any food that is going to spoil. Other than that, set it up as you wish, he told them.

So, if we run, that's where we run to, Shayla affirmed.

Yes, Neil told her.

Maybe we should get our own though, or rather a place near the college, that we will all live in as soon as we are quits. We'll just walk away, totally. Get our last names changed and rent it out with our Jackson names. There are what, two billion Jacksons in the city? So, we get it set up, furnished, get most of our things over there, so that we can just walk out of here with a few boxes, lock the door and be gone.

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