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Copyright© 2014 Sam Crescent

 

 

 
ISBN: 978-1-77130-956-1

 

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This is a
work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any
resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or
dead, is entirely coincidental.

 

 

 

DEDICATION

 

I
want to say a big thank you to my readers. Your constant support of Chaos
Bleeds and The Skulls make sure I continue to write their stories.

 

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BLIND DEVOTION

 

Chaos Bleeds, 4

 

Sam Crescent

 

Copyright © 2014

 

 

 

Prologue

 

As he sat in Devil’s office, Pussy didn’t know why
he’d been called to the president of Chaos Bleeds.
Most of
the time he was in this office for a meeting with the other men in the club,
not one on one.
Within a month of dealing with him, Frederick Gonzalez had
changed the game, and now they were all in turmoil. The Skulls were no longer
out of the danger zone. Tiny had had to make a deal with Gonzalez to get back
Butch’s woman back. Pussy felt for the club. They all did. Gonzalez was proving
to be a bigger problem than even
he
anticipated. So
much had happened in the last few months, and Pussy was struggling to keep up.
Their last visit to The Skulls had been around the revelation of Alex being a
father. He joked about the trouble The Skulls were attracted to, but Pussy
really wished for a break. Chaos Bleeds were starting to get problems at their
door as well. This time it seemed the two MCs had the same problem to deal
with.

Their deliveries and rides were more dangerous than
ever before, all because of their deal with Gonzalez on transporting drugs. Pussy
hated going on the runs with his brothers. Being on his bike was the fun part,
but the danger, the risk, wasn’t fun. The chance of them getting caught was
stronger than ever. There was no way they could transport over thirty girls
without someone finding out the truth. The deal with no girls had soon changed.
Devil couldn’t refuse as their hands were tied. They all knew who the real boss
was at the moment, and it wasn’t the president of their club.

The fun of settling down was now turning into a
nightmare. Moving around, never sticking to the same patch of land, had kept
them away from greedy bastards. They were in danger of going to prison or
worse, ending six feet fucking under. Pussy liked living, as did the other
members in the club.

“What can I do for you, boss?” Pussy asked, sitting
into the chair. Staring at a picture on the far wall of Lexie and Devil had him
thinking about Sasha Carmichael. Ever since their encounter over a month ago he
couldn’t get her out of his mind. When he went to the diner he saw her sitting
on her own looking petrified. He made a point of talking to her even though her
stepfather hated him. Pussy didn’t give a fuck what others thought of him. The
club mattered to him more than his own personal feelings.

Running a hand through his hair, he forced himself to
look away from the photograph. His president, Devil, was one lucky man, and all
of the brothers were happy for him and Lexie.

“The Skulls are now part of the shit. They received a
head yesterday with one of Butch’s old friends. Her head was inside a box sent
to Butch’s woman. Gonzalez has stepped up the game.” Devil was frowning as he
spoke.

“Okay, boss, you’re starting to scare me, and I don’t
scare easily.” Pussy sat up and then leaned over, resting his elbows on his
knees. He knew that Gonzalez was threatening their lives at every turn. A
simple business deal to keep Curse alive had suddenly turned into a fucking
nightmare. Pussy, for one, was tired of being the lapdog of someone he hated.
Gonzalez wasn’t a good man, not even a decent man, and yet Ashley was still
alive, which surprised him. “Was the woman a friend?”

“No, the woman helped Butch escape Daddy Gonzalez when
the kid was thirteen.” Devil ran a hand over his face. “Before I show you what
I’m about to show you. I want you to know that I never intended for this to
happen.”

Standing up, Pussy waited for Devil to peel away the
box. The moment he saw the severed head and recognized the hair, Pussy gripped
his stomach.
Fuck
. He’d never been in
love with Ashley. They were never going to get married, have a load of kids,
and be happy. She was one of his best friends, the only female best friend that
he ever had.

“Is that Ashley?” he asked, turning away from the
mess. Devil covered the head up.

Pussy had dealt with a lot of shit in his time, but a
severed head from the body of a friend was not one of them. When he was around,
the
enemy
died, not one of his
friends or the men he trusted with his life. This was why he went on the road.
Once he was there, no one could get to him to make him care.

“Yes.” Devil stood as well, moving away from the desk.

“He killed her when he offered her protection.” Pussy
paced the length of the office. He was pissed. No, he was beyond pissed. He
would like to kill the bastard with his own bare hands.

“Yes. We were meeting up with The Skulls for help, and
now Tiny and his boys are in as much shit as we are. He’s been assigned the run
with us to collect the girls.”

Pussy shook his head. “A man this powerful, commanding
this many men has to be seen on the Feds’ radar. There’s no way they wouldn’t
be watching him.”

“Then we’ve got more reason to watch our backs. Any
Feds or undercover agents on this job are risking their lives to bring down as
many people as possible. If not, then Gonzalez is just a criminal who’s been
able to stay under the alert. It takes time for people to catch on when girls
go missing. Take one or two from a
state,
no one sees
what is truly happening. Either way, I’m not going down for this fucker. We
keep our head above water. No more undercover deals. The boys using
drugs,
get them into rehab. I don’t want any of this crap to
fall back on us. I’ve got enough to deal with without drawing more attention
our way.”

Pussy stared at the box thinking about Ashley. “Shit,
who’s going to tell Mia?”

Curse’s woman had been best friends with Ashley. Their
friendship had been strange. They were like chalk and cheese, yet they stuck by
each other through everything. Even Pussy admired Mia for what she had done to
protect Ashley when they were younger. Mia had killed Ashley’s father when she’d
stumbled onto him raping her.

“She’s already been told. Curse is consoling her right
now.” Devil looked down at the floor. “We’ve got work to do.”

After he followed his president out of the office,
they called everyone around them. There was nothing Pussy or Devil could do or
say to make this any easier. Ashley was dead, Gonzalez had done it, and there
was fuck all he could do about it.

Separating the drug users from the group, Pussy
started to make arrangements to have them booked into a rehab center. Nothing
made any sense to him. Fuck, he needed to get his dick in a tight cunt before
he went insane.

****

Sasha leaned against the wall of the library. She
listened to the hustle and bustle of everyone going past. None of them paid her
any attention. She didn’t mean anything to anyone. There was a time when people
would stop and say hello. Then her mother had married her stepfather, and now
no one wanted to say anything to her.

In one blow, the world had gone from a bright, shiny
place to dark. The sudden blindness had been hard for the doctors to
understand. She knew why, and so did her stepfather. It was the family secret
that no one else could know the truth of. Before the world went dark she’d
loved to read about everything. There was a time she’d wanted to be a doctor,
but there was no chance of that happening anymore. She was blind, so there was no
way for her to treat the sick without being able to look. He’d taken everything
from her, and yet she was more dependent on him now than ever before.

In the medical book she’d read before she went blind
she knew that an extreme blow to the head like in car accidents or falls down
the stairs could cause amnesia or blindness, some sorts temporary and others
not. She hadn’t died this time, but her stepfather liked to cause pain if he
was pushed too far.

God, she hated him. She hated relying on him as well.
All of the friends she had in school were long gone. Everyone was afraid of her
stepfather and wouldn’t come near her. She was twenty years old, and no one
gave a shit about her. Her own mother was doped up on prescription medication
while she suffered. She still loved her mother, but the woman was emotionally
blind to the truth of her stepfather’s cruelty.

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