Let there be......: Kayos....

By Donna S. Cole

Will she make the right decisions? Will she tell the truth about her departure? Will he accept the truth? Will it matter? Will true love concur all? What does one do when you love so deeply that it hurts? What do you do when everything in your life is destroyed in a single night that should have been a celebration with the girls? Can one night change the entire course of your life? Can Bree recover from the night of hell and reclaim her life, her love, her secrets? Own her past? Her present?

Rachael, a former undercover cop, has seen it all in the course of her long, somewhat dedicated career. A career that she loved but surprisingly walked away from after she was given no choice. A career that took her took from a cop on the streets to an undercover hooker who was so deep in the gutter shit on the streets of Atlanta that she owned it. She is pulled in all directions, knows all the players, but more importantly, she knows how to work it to her advantage.

She is a woman that is true to her own purpose in life. You can take the woman off the Harley, but you can never remove that deep spirit from her soul. Once a biker babe, always a biker at heart. She knows the biker life and never left. Rachael is smart, but when you’re too smart, it can kill you.

What do you do when your past catches up with your present? Your future? Do you take a path always traveled and run, or do you take a chance on a path that can make or break you as it sends you into the arms of hell with no return? Do you protect the innocent, let them just think the worse?

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Fulton Books, Inc.
• Release date: Dec 7, 2020
• ISBN: 9781646542215

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Chapter 1

Moving on

It was hard to believe, but I was one state closer to Arkansas! As I drove my rig deeper into Arizona, I was thrilled. I was getting closer to home, at least one state closer, almost. I mean I was in another state bringing me closer to home.

As I drove my rig deeper into Arizona, it was hard to believe that I was one state closer to Home! I mean I was one state closer to Arkansas, my home, my son.

Let’s see, I started my journey this time from New York. From there to California for a quick drop and now I was heade just outside Arizona for two more drops. After everything I had been through, I was finally going home. Just a few more states, then I would finally be safe and protected. No one else would hurt me. After everything I had been through, I was never going to allow myself to be abused in any form whatsoever by anyone ever again.

Everything I owned was in the back of this rig that I was driving. I borrowed it from a friend, under the condition that I make a few deliveries for him in California, then two just outside Arizona. I had already completed one of the deliveries; the other ones were about three hundred miles outside Arizona.

Of course, this truck had a huge Quaker Oates logo on both sides; I hoped that it would just blend in with all the other trucks on the road.

I didn’t mind Arizona, other than it being hot as hell. I just needed to get home as fast as I could. Hell, I actually used to live here decades ago. Hell, at one time, I thought I would always live here. I had attended school here, quitting once I left. My son, Snake, was conceived here. I had even met the love of my life here.

Of course, I was only fifteen, but I fell hard and fast, but thinking back, what does a fifteen-year-old actually know about love? But I must say, he was my prince! Hell! He became everything to me. I met him in my junior year of high school. He was just walking down the hallway one day at school. I fell for him hard. He looked older, in his twenties. We didn’t speak in the hallway that day, but our eyes spoke volumes. He just stared at me. Hell, he almost walked into a teacher.

I found out that his name was Jake. He was a prospect at my dad’s club, Hell’s Killers. Jake was around six two, six three, solid muscle, shoulder-length brown hair, icy-blue eyes, and those shoulders. Yes, he was big and strong. He was everything I could ever want or desire in a man.

Chapter 2

Yesterday, the Past

Jake and I, we dated on and off for a while. At first, we were not too serious. My dad, vice president of his club, Hell’s Killer’s, well he was just not too keen on me dating someone that old at fifteen. So he told Jake that I could not date him one on one until I turned sixteen. So until I turned sixteen, which was in ten months, he would visit me at my house. Sometimes, my dad would let us go for a ride. But I had to be home by 10:30 p.m., so when he came to see me, we mainly just hung around the house. I guess he came over two, maybe three times a week. Sometimes we would just sit and talk for hours.

Then I turned sixteen; that was when he told me that I was marrying him one day. Oh, we were hot and heavy for each other bad that first year or so. We had a lot of foreplay, then I gave in, and we had sex. Once I realized just how much fun sex was, we had it all the time, every position you can image. We were great together. We satisfied each other’s needs and desires. It was a magical time for me. I never wanted any of it to ever end.

Chapter 3

Jealousy

Although I never gave Jake any reason to be jealous, he was, and sometimes he would just overreact. His jealous side had always been there. It just had not been an issue. But it soon became a big one.

I remember at least two occasions. But it didn’t matter; I would have still married him. He was my knight in shining man of steel on a big black Harley motorcycle. For now he just went by his name, Jake. He hadn’t been given a club name yet, not that I remembered. He had almost finished prospecting and was to find out his club name after the big sit-down at church in a couple of months.

I mean, things were not always great between us. He did have a temper and quite a jealous streak, I found out. I mean, sometimes I didn’t feel like being ordered around, especially by a boyfriend. In fact, I’ve never liked being ordered to do anything. I mean, by my dad, yes of course, but not by anyone else and certainly not just a boyfriend.

Thinking back, the first time I experienced Jake’s jealous side was when my cousin and his friend, Craig came to town for a quick visit. They stayed for two days.

On the second day, I promised to show them the sights. I never told Jake because he was going to be out of town for a day or two, so this worked out fine. I spoke with Jake once, then I just dodged his many other phone calls. I forgot his brothers were in constant contact with him, and of course they were everywhere in this city.

So my cousin, his friend and I bounced from bar to bar on that final evening they were here. Around 2:00 a.m., since this was their last night, we hit several more bars, ending up on the dance floor of Sparks. While the three of us were bumpin’ and grindin’ on the dance floor, just having fun, I was caught by surprise and jerked away then dragged outside. Then I was pushed against the brick wall in the alley. Jake’s brothers, I’m sure, were telling him what they saw but not what the truth was. At any rate, he was back in town early, and he had found me. His eyes were black. He was full of anger, rage, and jealousy. He said nothing to me; he just jerked me around then slapped the fuck out of me. I landed on the ground. I tried to explain that I wasn’t hiding from him, but he wouldn’t listen to me. He accused me of stepping out on him with two guys. Apparently one or more of his brothers were watching me and notified him incorrectly, of course. I mean, I had introduced both of them to some of the club brothers, but I guess the brothers were bored and needed to stir the pot for some excitement.

My cousin had no idea what to do, so he and his friend just ran out the front door looking for me. Since I was in the alley, they jumped in his car, cranked it up, and waited. Once I was off the ground, I tried to explain to Jake again, but he was way too angry. So while he was screaming at me, I just stood still and listened. I had no choice. Afterward, I went to kiss him. As I attempted, I took my blade out of my back pocket. Once I finished the kiss, I pulled loose of his grip running toward his bike. I acted so crazy, but I was so pissed. Yeah, I sliced his back tire.

See what happens when you put your hands on me, motherfucker, I’m done with you, Jake! I screamed. My cousin pulled his car toward me; I jumped in, and we left. Now Jake had something to be pissed about. I mean, I didn’t do anything wrong. I was with my cousin. We were close. We had always been close. We were just dancing.

After I explained everything to my cousin, he dropped me off at a friend’s place so I could lie low. Then he and his friend headed out of town.

So I laid low for a week, I had heard Jake was looking for me everywhere. He even confronted my dad. My dad was the Vice President of the club Jake was a prospect for. He had started as a hang-a-round. My dad being VP, this was good for me, but not good for Jake. When Jake confronted my dad, he was just asked one question, Did you hit her? Jake hung his head down.

Yes, I did. But she was grinding with two guys on the dance floor at 2:00 a.m., he explained. My dad punched him in the face, then Jake hit the ground. My dad assisted him up.

"Never hit my girl unless there is a damn good reason! Clear? Now did you ask her who the guys were? I’m going to assume that you didn’t. Let me tell you who they were, Jake. One was a cousin, and the other one was a friend. They were visiting here from out of town, just a quick visit. Rachael grew up with those guys, they have always been there for her, and they always will be there for her. While I don’t like the fact that you slapped her, I understand. I mean, she got you back, she sliced your tire. I’m guessing that was her payment for the slap?

"Believe me, she knows not to mess with any man’s bike, so I’ll be handling that issue with her. But Rachael has never liked being hit. Believe me, her mom crossed that line once. I remember pulling Rachael off of her. Not saying I haven’t punished her, she just knew better than to go that route with me. But she crossed the line when she messed with your bike, but you crossed the line when you wouldn’t allow her to explain. But her messing with your bike, that does call for some sort of retribution on her part. But I will take care of the tire!

Rachael will be back in a couple of days. Just let this incident blow over. That’s my advice. I like you, Jake, you will be a great contribution to our club, but Rachael is my only daughter, and she was raised to be strong and willful. So if you desire a future with her, you will need to respect those qualities. Now I have a meeting to get to, just be patient. You’re the only guy she has ever showed any interest at all.

Jake just looked at my dad. Yes Sir, I understand. I’m sorry I hit her. But Sir, just the thought of her in any man’s arms, it just makes me madder than hell!

The next afternoon, Jake came by to speak with my dad again. My dad explained to him, She is only doing what I taught her to do when these situations happen!

Then on the third day, my dad retrieved me. On the ride home, after his lecture, that’s when I broke down and told him I was pregnant. While he wasn’t happy with me, he knew Jake would do the right thing once I told him.

Once we arrived home, my dad made me lie down on my bed face down. I remember him hitting me with his belt five times. Even though it was on five strikes, it felt more like twenty strikes.

Of course, I was wearing shorts, so all the marks were very visible. I tried so hard not to cry. My dad took punishments seriously. He warned me, Don’t ever mess with a man’s bike, you know this Rachael! I taught you this! Remember!

I just tried not to cry; I looked up at him. Yes, sir! I know. Then he left my room.

I knew him hitting me was tough for him, he always hated punishing me, but he did a lot while I was growing up. I was a bit spiteful and stubborn as he put it.

Chapter 4

Punishment

A week later while I was cleaning out my dad’s garage as additional punishment, Jake just showed up. While Jake was great with his apologies, I knew he was still pissed about his tire. I knew he was saving up money for a front tire. Now he would need both tires. But I knew if I sliced the front tire, he could still come after me, but not with one tire worn and the other tire sliced. Plus, I knew my dad had given him some money, which was why I was spending twelve hours a day for the next three days in this garage cleaning until it shines, while sweating my ass off.

Jake approached me then asked me about the bruises all over my legs. I just grunted at him. He knew exactly how I got those injuries and why I had received them.

So, Jake decided that he would help me a little with the cleanup. So after three hours of not talking to him, we finally started talking, then I started asking him questions. Questions he didn’t want to answer, like, So where have you been for the last couple of days?

Just around, clubhouse mainly, he answered. I had heard things, but hey, I’m fair. I wanted him to answer me honestly. But he just dodged every question with an indirect answer.

The clubhouse.

Later in the week, after my punishment was finished, Jake invited me out. Of course, we went to the clubhouse together. As we walked inside, Jake was all over me. Apparently he wanted everyone to know that I was still with him, and I was still off-limits.

Then the shit hit the fan, because apparently Jake had spent those nights without me at the clubhouse, but not alone and not missing me in the least. I found this out when I went to the bathroom to catch up on the gossip.

While I was in one of the stalls, I heard some hang-around whore discussing her playtime antics with Jake. She said, Girl, that man was so big I was barely able to take it all down. But I did…again and again.

Then one girl told her, You do know his girlfriend will kick your ass, right?

She answered, Oh, Jake told me he would take care of me. We are going for a ride tonight, if you get my meaning. She laughed.

Funny, but Jake left all that information out of recent discussions.

So when I emerged from the stall and punched the stupid bitch in the face, I’m sure she figured out just who I was.

I mean, when we first entered, he wanted everyone to know that I was still with him. So at his request, I had even worn the shortest skirt with the tightest low-cut shirt I owned. Also at his request I wore my five-inch black biker boots. I hated dressing like this, but he insisted. I also wore fishnet stockings to cover the bruises up on my legs.

Everything was fine. We drank, danced. We were having fun. I had planned to ask him about the slut before he dropped me off at