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  Dead Souls MC Box Set

  Savannah Rylan

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  Contents

  Knox

  1. Knox

  2. Monroe

  3. Knox

  4. Monroe

  5. Knox

  6. Monroe

  7. Knox

  8. Monroe

  9. Knox

  10. Monroe

  11. Knox

  12. Monroe

  13. Knox

  14. Monroe

  15. Knox

  16. Monroe

  17. Knox

  18. Monroe

  19. Knox

  20. Monroe

  21. Knox

  22. Monroe

  23. Knox

  24. Monroe

  25. Knox

  26. Monroe

  27. Knox

  28. Monroe

  29. Knox

  30. Monroe - Epilogue

  Grave

  1. Grave

  2. Everly

  3. Grave

  4. Everly

  5. Grave

  6. Everly

  7. Grave

  8. Everly

  9. Grave

  10. Everly

  11. Grave

  12. Everly

  13. Grave

  14. Everly

  15. Grave

  16. Everly

  17. Grave

  18. Everly

  19. Grave

  20. Everly

  21. Grave

  22. Everly

  23. Grave

  24. Everly

  25. Grave

  26. Everly

  27. Grave

  28. Everly

  29. Grave

  Epilogue

  Brewer

  1. Brewer

  2. Makenna

  3. Brewer

  4. Makenna

  5. Brewer

  6. Makenna

  7. Brewer

  8. Makenna

  9. Brewer

  10. Makenna

  11. Brewer

  12. Makenna

  13. Brewer

  14. Makenna

  15. Brewer

  16. Makenna

  17. Brewer

  18. Makenna

  19. Brewer

  20. Makenna

  21. Brewer

  22. Makenna

  23. Brewer

  24. Makenna

  25. Brewer

  26. Makenna

  27. Brewer

  28. Makenna

  29. Brewer

  Rock

  1. Rock

  2. Piper

  3. Rock

  4. Piper

  5. Rock

  6. Piper

  7. Rock

  8. Piper

  9. Rock

  10. Piper

  11. Rock

  12. Piper

  13. Rock

  14. Piper

  15. Rock

  16. Piper

  17. Rock

  18. Piper

  19. Rock

  20. Piper

  21. Rock

  22. Piper

  23. Rock

  24. Piper

  25. Rock

  26. Piper

  27. Rock

  28. Piper

  29. Rock

  30. Piper

  31. Rock

  Diesel

  1. Diesel

  2. Brynn

  3. Diesel

  4. Brynn

  5. Diesel

  6. Brynn

  7. Diesel

  8. Brynn

  9. Diesel

  10. Brynn

  11. Diesel

  12. Brynn

  13. Diesel

  14. Brynn

  15. Diesel

  16. Brynn

  17. Diesel

  18. Brynn

  19. Diesel

  20. Brynn

  21. Diesel

  22. Brynn

  23. Diesel

  24. Brynn

  25. Diesel

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  Knox

  1

  Knox

  “The fuck are they doin’ now?” I asked, as I slowed my bike down. Rock pulled up next to me, followed by Mick, Brewer and Grave. We had been tailing several of the guys of The Black Saddles MC for most of the day, and I was getting sick and tired of following them all around fucking Redding.

  “They’re moving closer to our territory, and I don’t like it,” Grave said.

  “Who they hell do they think they are?” Mick asked.

  “What do we do from here?” Rock asked. “Anyone got any ideas?”

  The Black Saddles were known for their shitty maneuvers and their pushy tactics. They knew exactly where the territorial boundaries were, but lately it seemed as though they didn’t give a shit. We kept to ourselves and we expected them to do the fucking same, but they weren’t having it. They wanted our territory enough to posture for it, and multiple warning shots had been fired off over the past couple of weeks. We’d chased them out of more alleyways and broken up more fights on our own damn town than we’d ever had to do before, and I was getting damn tired of it all.

  “This supposed to be some kind of damn mission? Or are we pow-wowwin’?” Brewer asked.

  “The Dead Souls don’t pow-wow,” I said. “But you’re starting to get on my damn nerves.”

  “We’re supposed to be doing surveillance,” Mick said. “So… what do we see?”

  “A bunch of pussy assholes who don’t wanna adhere to boundaries,” I said.

  “So… a bunch of Graves?” Rock asked with a smirk.

  Grave slapped him on the back of the head, almost knocking the man off his damn bike.

  “Settle down, kids,” Brewer said. “We don’t wanna get too loud. I see some of them up ahead.”

  We all turned our attention on the assholes walking around in leather cuts with a pin up girl riding on a Harley as their back patch. The Black Saddles had started hanging around the area about six months ago. At first it seemed like our club’s would get along. Or at least co-exist in the same area. But the second that they started moving closer into our territory, all of us started to get a little more on edge.

  “Why are they out here by one of our sites?” Grave asked.

  “Snoopin’ around, that’s what,” I said. “And we can’t have them doin’ that. Not with so many jobs out right now.”

  Our club ran and laundered money for a hefty price on whoever wanted to use our channels. We had a monopoly on it on this side of the country. The wilderness was the perfect place to do something like this because no one expected tens of thousands of dollars to be filtered through shabby shacks in the fuckin’ forest. Redding, California was our city, and since it near the Shasta-Trinity National Forest, it was the perfect place to conceal our operations.

  But the Black Saddles were threatening to blow that shit sky high.

  The last thing we needed was the feds coming into our damn town because of some nosey, loud ass biker club and stirring up trouble. And if these fuckers rolled up in here trying to take what was ours, we would fight for it.

  “You guys. Come here. It’s Diesel,” Brewer said. Diesel was the president of our club, and the one that sent us out to follow the fuckers.

  We all hopped off our bike
s and surrounded Brewer’s body to listen in on the phone call.

  “You guys all there?” Diesel asked.

  “Yup,” Mick said. “Hit us with it.”

  “I got a tip that The Black Saddles are having some dumbass party in the woods on the other side of Redding.”

  “This whole place is near the fucking woods,” I said.

  “Don’t get smart, Knox. It doesn’t suit you,” Diesel said. “You’re no longer doing surveillance. You’re going to that damn party.”

  “And shooting them dead?” Grave asked. I stifled a laugh.

  “Not today, Grave. Save your bloodlust for later. Make it an informal meeting. Go with beer or whatever the fuck it is those pussies wanna drink.”

  “You want us to set formal boundaries,” Brewer said.

  “Yep. And you guys are gonna get it done. Don’t swing the first punch and you sure as hell don’t blow off the first round. But if things get hairy with them, bury ’em in the ground,” Diesel said.

  “I like the sound of that,” Grave said with a grin.

  “And make sure our hot-head doesn't massacre them,” Diesel said.

  “We’ll make sure he’s locked down,” Rock said.

  “I don’t need a damn babysitter,” Grave said.

  “Nope. Just maybe some meds,” I said.

  “Call me when it’s done,” Diesel said.

  “Will do,” Brewer said.

  We all got on our bikes and headed for the other side of Redding. We parked our bikes at a gas station and grabbed a case of beer, then set out for the woods. We could already hear them partying up a storm. Loud as fuck with a massive fire raging in the middle of the woods. Like they weren’t risking burning the damn place down altogether. Reckless clubs were the worst. Loud as hell, thought their dicks swung to the ground, and had nothing to back up their threats.

  “Well, lookie who we have here.”

  “The fuck they doin’ here?”

  “You guys lookin’ for a fight?”

  “Nope,” Brewer said. “Just came here to talk.”

  “Talk? The hell you guys wanna talk about?”

  Two distinct individuals parted themselves from the group and started for us. One of them had this mass of hair on his head and a crazy look in his eye. The other guy had a leather cut on that didn’t match the rest of the club’s.

  Meant he was a prospect.

  The Black Saddles had fuckin’ prospects fighting their damn battles.

  “And you are?” I asked

  “Rex,” the guy with the hair said. “This here’s Blaze.”

  “You a prospect, Blaze?” I asked.

  “The fuck does that matter for?” he asked.

  “Just… wondering,” I said, my eyes sizing them both up. If shit hit the fan my guys and I could take them.

  “We come with beer,” Brewer said. “All we wanna do is talk.”

  “‘Bout what?” Rex asked.

  “We want to draw some lines,” Grave said. “We think some wires have gotten crossed as to who owns what in this town.”

  “Naw. Don’t think lines have gotten crossed at all,” Blaze said.

  “With no due respect whatsoever, you’re a prospect. And by the clean shaven look of yours, you haven’t been one for long,” I said. “So, let the adults talk while you take care of the beer.”

  Brewer thrust the beer into Blaze’s arms as his eyes grew wide with anger.

  “What boundaries you wanna discuss?” Rex asked.

  “Redding is ours. All of it,” Rock said. “Including thirty miles into this forestry and thirty miles outside the city on all sides.”

  “And who drew those lines?” Rex asked.

  “We did, when we settled. Eleven years ago,” I said.

  “So, you guys think ya got grandfathered into some place and now you’re scared because ya got company?” Blaze asked.

  My eyes panned over to the prospect as he dropped the beer to the ground.

  “Gas station beer tastes like piss,” Blaze said flatly.

  “Better than the swill you’re probably drinking’,” I said.

  “We might be new, but we ain’t new to how this works,” Rex said. “You want your territory, you defend it. Wars have been fought over less in the South. You want it, come and get it.”

  “Fine by me,” I said.

  I took a step towards Blaze and I eyed him. I smiled when he pulled his arm back and threw the first punch. Then, all hell broke loose. My men were throwing punches and pulling out guns, popping off shots and splintering trees. I cracked my hand against Blaze’s jaw before I felt his fist connect with my stomach. I went stumbling to the ground, hitting my knees as I gasped for air. I watched Blaze’s nasty ass boots scoot underneath my gaze as his hand reached down for my hair, and he pulled my face back to see him as I watched blood trickle down his chin.

  “Ya look good on your knees like that. Reminds me of your sister, Canyon. ‘Cept she’ll be facing away from me when it happens.”

  My vision dripped with red as I balled up my fists. No one knew about my family. No one outside of my immediate crew. Grave, Brewer, Rock, Mick, and Diesel. They were my family, so it was only fitting they knew about mine. No one else outside of them were supposed to know about her.

  And yet, someone did.

  When I got involved with the club, I made myself distant from my family to protect them. My father left us all when I was young, and I watched my mother rise up like the strong woman she was to take care of us. But I pulled away from her when I became a prospect in order to protect her. In order to save her from the life of darkness I was beginning to enjoy.

  Until I had to drop Canyon off with her.

  No one knows the truth about Canyon, and no one ever will. But even this dumbass club knowing I had a sister was too much for me. Her name was to be kept out of their mouths, or I’d break their jaws so they couldn’t keep her name in it. That little girl was precious to me. More precious than anyone could ever imagine.

  Because she wasn’t my sister like I’d told everyone. I had lied to keep her safe.

  Canyon was really my daughter.

  I lunged up off my knees and nailed Blaze in his dick. He bent over, grabbing at himself and sinking to his own knees. My leg came up and nailed him in the nose and I felt it crack underneath the pressure.

  That was when he fell to the ground.

  I brought my boot back and kicked Blaze right in his gut. I heard him gasping for air as I reared my leg back, kicking him again as his ribs gave way. I kicked and I kicked, busting ribs and heel stomping his head into the ground. By the time I was done with that asshole, he was gonna know to keep Canyon’s name out of his fuckin’ mouth. Especially when it came to the vile, filthy bullshit he had just spilled.

  My daughter was ten fuckin’ years old.

  What the hell was wrong with him?

  “Knox! Knox! Shit, man. Come on!”

  I heard Grave’s voice off in the distance as a pair of arms wrapped around my body.

  “Come on. We gotta get out of here,” Grave said. “Shit.”

  I heard the sound of sirens off in the distance and saw guys scattering all over the damn place. I took off after Grave, the blood on my boot leaving a trail behind me. Branches were smacking me in the face as we ran for the gas station, my legs carrying me as fast as I could possibly go.

  But the cops were already running after us, and we knew we had to hide if we had any chance of getting away from them.

  We all ducked down into holes and hid ourselves behind trees. We lined our steps up with the cops we could see as their flashlights whipped around the forest. I slowed my breathing down and crept silently like a snake, inching closer to our bikes as the gas station finally came into view.

  Then, when we thought the coast was clear, we made a mad dash for the parking lot.

  Everyone cleared out and I took one last look behind us. The last thing we needed was some fuckin’ priggish cops following us all the way back
to our place. But before I could crank up my bike, I heard a voice behind me.

  And I knew I’d been caught.

  “Well if it isn’t Knox.”

  I gritted my teeth and turned my head as I kicked the stand up on my bike.