Kraken

By Harley Wylde

Phoebe -- I’ve spent the past year suffering at the hands of the Sadistic Saints. They’ve done vile things to me, made my life a living nightmare. My only bright spot is my daughter, Ember. Until another club arrives. Kraken is different from any man I’ve ever met. He’s more than a decade older than me, but I don’t care. He makes me feel so many things, and I never want it to end. He said he’d take me with him, claim me as his own. I know the Sadistic Saints will never let me go, but I’ll risk it all to be with Kraken.

Kraken -- The Pres sent us to the Sadistic Saints for a deal, and I damn well knew s**t would go sideways. Never counted on finding a single mom trapped in a life she never asked for. Taking her with me means war, but there’s no way I’ll walk out of there without her. Phoebe is mine, so is her daughter, Ember, and I’ll protect them with my life. I didn’t become the Sergeant-at-Arms for my club by being a pushover. I’ll spill as much blood as I deem necessary to protect my family, but no one will take them from me.

WARNING: Kraken contains graphic sex and violence, bad language, and a young woman who has been physically and sexually abused. But there is no cheating, no cliffhanger, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Changeling Press
• Release date: Aug 7, 2020

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Wylde

Kraken (Hades Abyss MC 4, Mississippi Chapter)

Harley Wylde

Phoebe -- I’ve spent the past year suffering at the hands of the Sadistic Saints. They’ve done vile things to me, made my life a living nightmare. My only bright spot is my daughter, Ember. Until another club arrives. Kraken is different from any man I’ve ever met. He’s more than a decade older than me, but I don’t care. He makes me feel so many things, and I never want it to end. He said he’d take me with him, claim me as his own. I know the Sadistic Saints will never let me go, but I’ll risk it all to be with Kraken.

Kraken -- The Pres sent us to the Sadistic Saints for a deal, and I damn well knew shit would go sideways. Never counted on finding a single mom trapped in a life she never asked for. Taking her with me means war, but there’s no fucking way I’ll walk out of there without her. Phoebe is mine, so is her daughter, Ember, and I’ll protect them with my life. I didn’t become the Sergeant-at-Arms for my club by being a pushover. I’ll spill as much blood as I deem necessary to protect my family, but no one will take them from me.

Chapter One

Phoebe

How had I ended up here? Figured it was much the same way most people landed in hell, or so I told myself nearly every day. I’d done something stupid. I scanned the interior of the clubhouse and wondered when I’d be able to slip away unnoticed. Being in the main room always made me uneasy. A bottle crashed against the wall and I winced as shards of glass went everywhere. It wouldn’t be long before things were out of control. I skirted the room and made my way to the hall, looking over my shoulder as I scurried away. I didn’t quite make it before a hand reached out and yanked me off my feet.

I yelped as I landed against a hard body. The patch in front of my eyes made me want to bolt, but I couldn’t. I lifted my gaze to Deuce’s, knowing there was no escape. Once he got his hands on me, he never let go until he was done. I could only hope he’d finish with me quickly.

Where you going, whore? he asked.

I swallowed hard. I wasn’t a whore. Not really. They might have kept me against my will, forced me to be with them, but it wasn’t by choice. I’d never willingly lie with any of them. Ever. I need to check on Ember, I said.

He grunted and glanced away. The monster might use her against me, but at least I’d gotten to keep her. Got some special company coming tonight. Be ready. He looked me over. And change your fucking clothes.

I gave a quick nod and hurried away from him. I pushed open the door near the end of the hall and rushed inside. Ember lay quietly in her bed. I smoothed my hand over her, marveling at how I could love someone so much who’d been born from nights of pain and suffering, but I did. She was my angel, the only reason I kept going. One day I’ll save you from this place.

Just as soon as I figured out how the hell to save myself.

Remembering what Deuce said about company, I showered and shaved. I’d been told lots of times how beautiful my hair was, so I took the time to dry and curl it. The long, heavy black mass hung down my back nearly to my waist. Before Deuce kidnapped me, I’d never cared for makeup. I still didn’t like it, but I wasn’t given a choice of wearing it. The black eyeliner and mascara made me feel like I was putting on a mask, becoming someone else, and maybe for a few hours each night I did.

I ran the gloss over my lips and added a tinge of blush to my otherwise pale cheeks. The girl staring back me looked a far cry from the preacher’s daughter I’d been in another life. I rubbed some scented lotion into my skin before getting dressed. I checked on Ember again, then curled up with a book in the corner chair to read until I was needed. Deuce would come find me, or send one of his lackeys. I wondered who was visiting this time.

Deuce never shared club business with any of the whores, and certainly not with me. I could only hope whatever club was coming, they wouldn’t be as bad as the Sadistic Saints. There wasn’t a line Deuce and his club wouldn’t cross, which I’d learned the painful way. When my door slammed open, I jolted and glanced at Ember. Thankfully, she didn’t wake.

Come on, sweet cheeks. Time to do your thing. He leered at me as I stood. Should have known Deuce would send Joe. The Prospect made my skin crawl, even more so than Deuce himself.

I left my room with Joe’s hand on my ass, and made my way to the main part of the clubhouse. I’d been right about the party getting out of control. Naked women paraded through the area, smashed bottles crunched under my feet, and smoke hung heavy in the air. I doubted they were smoking cigarettes, or at least not only that. Three men sat at the bar with colors from another club -- Hades Abyss MC was stitched on the rockers. I ran my hands down my short skirt and took a breath to steady my nerves. At least with Deuce and his crew, I knew what to expect. These guys were an unknown.

Then again, after surviving my first night here, I could live through anything.

Get moving, whore, Joe said, shoving me from behind.

I stumbled and made my way over to the bar. Deuce had his head thrown back, laughing his ass off at something they said. His eyes lit with an unholy fire as he saw me approaching. The smirk on his lips made my stomach flip and knot. It never meant anything good.

Here she is, boys. The best I have to offer. The three of you are welcome to take her to the playroom, or just have your fun with her out here, Deuce said. The rest of us wouldn’t mind watching.

I swallowed the knot in my throat and plastered a smile on my face. Hi, I’m Phoebe.

She’ll treat you real good, Deuce said. The look he cast my way clearly said there would be hell to pay if I didn’t. She’ll do anything you want.

The man closest to me turned and my breath caught at how striking he was. Handsome didn’t seem to do him justice. Ink covered his arms and peeked from the neck of his shirt. His beard wasn’t wild like Deuce’s but trimmed neatly and the perfect length. I scanned his cut and saw his name: Kraken -- Sgt at Arms. He blocked the others from my view and I wondered if they were officers too.

They’re here for business, Deuce said. Why don’t you take them and show them all a good time?

No offense, but we don’t like sharing, one of the others said. If she’s your best, let Kraken have her.

The biker stood and held out his hand. My palm slid against Kraken’s rougher one and shivers raked my spine. I’d never met anyone who looked at me the way he did. I could drown in his gaze. He led me down the hall and my heart slammed against my ribs. He drew me to a stop in the middle of the hallway and I wondered if he wanted to start here. Wouldn’t be the first time I’d been shoved to my knees or backed against the wall.

Where’s your room? he asked.

My… No. No, no, no. We couldn’t go in there. It felt like someone tightened their hand around my throat. My heart raced, and my knees nearly gave out.

Not my room.

He looked down at me, pinning me in place with his gaze. You got something to hide?

I…

His grip tightened on my hand and my eyes went wide as I sucked in a breath. Pain shot through my wrist and up my arm. I whimpered and he loosened his hold, but dragged me farther down the hallway. He stopped in front of the last three doors, eyeing each one. I dug in my heels when he opened the one to my room.

No, we can’t… please!

He yanked me into the room, but the moment he saw the crib in the corner, he froze. What the fuck?

Please. I’ll do whatever you want, but not in here. Not near my baby.

Jesus fucking Christ. You look like a damn kid yourself and you have a baby? In a clubhouse?

You didn’t care a minute ago how young I look, I said. I inwardly winced and wondered if he would hit me. Deuce had, and for much less. This guy was visiting the Sadistic Saints, and held rank in his club. Now wasn’t the time for me to be mouthy.

I don’t fuck kids. I figured if you were out there on offer, you must be legal, but now I’m not so sure. Don’t know a single damn club who lets a whore keep a kid in her room. Start talking, girl. How old are you? Why the hell are you here?

I sucked in a breath, wondering if I could trust him. He hadn’t tried to force himself on me, or demand I drop to my knees. It made him different from the men who’d come here before. I could be wrong. What if Deuce sent him here to gain my trust, see if I was loyal?

He moved in closer and tipped my chin up. Baby girl, talk to me. You aren’t like the others, are you? Girls like you, especially with little babies, don’t live like this. You’re a pretty little thing, look sweet as sugar.

I licked my lips and glanced away. If Deuce walks by or sends someone else and they don’t hear us having sex, it won’t end well for me. Just… tell me what you like. I’ll do whatever you want.

You want to have sex? he asked.

I gave a slight nod.

Really? Want a good hard fucking? He moved in closer, pressing against me.

I swallowed hard and waited. He reached for me, sliding his hand up under my skirt, wedging it between my thighs. He stroked my panties and I tried not to lock up or run.

You’re not wet. Makes me think you don’t want me after all.

No! I… I’m sorry, I’ll do better.

He backed me against the wall. Again, start talking, pretty girl. Why are you here? Because I wasn’t patched in yesterday. You’re no fucking club whore.

A tear slipped down my cheek and I took a shuddering breath. I wanted to tell him the truth, but I didn’t dare. If Deuce heard me, if he knew I’d talked, I’d be good as dead, and my sweet baby… I didn’t want to think of what would happen to Ember.

Kraken ran his fingers over my cheeks, wiping away the tears. You don’t have to talk, baby. I can see you’re scared. Just shake your head yes or no. Are you here because you want to be?

I frantically shook my head no.

His gaze strayed to the crib, then back to me. You have that baby willingly?

I hesitated, not quite sure how to answer. Had I wanted to have a baby under these circumstances? No, I hadn’t. But I’d ended up pregnant, and I loved Ember. I couldn’t imagine my life without her now. Just because she’d been conceived out of pain and hate, it didn’t mean I would ever toss her away, or endanger her life.

Honey. He dropped his voice to a near whisper. Did they hurt you? Did they rape you? Be honest with me, angel.

Y-yes, I said softly.

Who? he asked. Give me a name and I’ll make them pay.

Tears blurred my vision and I swallowed hard. All of them.

His body went tight and I could practically feel the rage rolling through him. Kraken cocked his head to the side as loud steps came down the hallway. I heard the doorknob rattle. The big biker muttered a sorry just seconds before his lips closed over mine. Heat engulfed me and I felt my nipples go tight. Kraken thrust his tongue into my mouth, and I couldn’t hold back my moan as he kissed me hard and deep. I reached up, placing my hands on his shoulders and held on.

Someone snickered and I tensed, but Kraken threaded his fingers into my hair, holding me still. He ravaged my mouth, taking what he wanted. In the past, someone taking control would have scared me. After all I’d suffered at the hands of Deuce and the others, it should have made me want to run. Instead, I leaned into him. He was big, strong… in charge. But unlike Deuce and the other Sadistic Saints, his strength gave me comfort.

Damn, guess the bitch does like getting fucked, someone said.

Kraken growled and pulled away, casting a glare their way. Get the fuck out. Deuce said she was mine, and I’m taking her.

Enjoy her while you can. She’ll be back under the rest of us by tomorrow.

Not if I decide to keep her, Kraken said. My eyes widened, knowing he’d just crossed a dangerous line. I didn’t understand why he’d said it. I wasn’t anything special.

No, Deuce said the little whore could show you a good time. He didn’t say a damn thing about you keeping her. That bitch isn’t going anywhere.

Kraken stalked toward them. I tried to focus on something other than my raging hormones and racing heart, and I realized he was holding onto Deuce’s VP, Leviathan. The man’s feet dangled off the floor. It was obvious Kraken was powerful,