Title: Damaged
& Dangerous
Series: The Sacred
Hearts MC VI
Author: A.J.
Downey
Release Date:
September 27, 2015
Synopsis
She’s Damaged…
Dani Broussard never imagined that her
life
would turn out like this. She always thought that her
grandfather would be
there for her into adulthood and that her high school
sweetheart, Jared, would
be the man she would marry. That isn’t what happened though.
Instead, her
grandfather got sick and passed away before Dani saw the age
of nineteen. It
was just her and Jared until he hooked up with a local MC,
The Suicide Kings…
Then it was just her. Pig-Pen claimed her body, rules her
life, but he would
never hold her heart. Kept because of her looks and a
particular set of skills
unique only to her, Dani has been with The Suicide Kings for
the last three
years… three long damaging years. She hates it, all of it,
the pain the
humiliation, the fear… and as strong as Dani is, as clever
as she can be, she
is quickly finding that death may be the kinder, gentler
option rather than
live through any more of this hell.
He’s Dangerous…
Red-XIII is, and always will be, a Sacred
Hearts man. But for now, he’s a Suicide Kings prospect.
Tasked with providing
intelligence on the King’s inner workings to his real club,
Thirteen has been
slowly, quietly and carefully dismantling the King’s
operation from the inside
out. The situation is dangerous, good thing Thirteen is a
dangerous guy but
even he can’t be everywhere at once and a couple of missteps
have cost the
Sacred Hearts dearly. Doubly determined to finish this with
no more wreckage or
damage to the SHMC, Thirteen is blindsided by his heart when
he lays eyes on
Dani. A pretty, little thing with long black hair and
striking blue eyes. She
slays him with one look from her damaged soul and now
Thirteen has tasked
himself with two missions… Take down The Suicide Kings and
get both Dani and
himself out alive.
For now those missions run parallel to
each
other but what happens if they ever end up at odds? The
bigger question is, how
can he get close to the VP’s Ol’ Lady as a Prospect and not
get them both
burned?
Excerpt
I finished cleaning the
clubhouse all
the while trapped in memory. I didn’t realize that I’d had
company as I’d
worked. As usual, he was there, parked on the end of the
couch, boots propped
on the old, scarred, garage sale coffee table, only this
early in the day he’d
forgone the beer in favor of a bottle of water. Another
thing that set him
apart as ‘other’, to the rest of the guys beer was bottled
water.
I secreted a small smile
in his
direction and he secreted one back but we didn’t speak, we
didn’t need to.
Soon, Skid came around and our little private moment was in
the wind but that
was okay. I knew that I
could or would never be with Thirteen,
but having him around had become a little ray of light in an
otherwise darkened
room. Maybe it was foolish to hope or to dream at this stage
but I couldn’t
help but believe that with a guy like Thirteen around the
club, maybe, just
maybe things could get better.
“What you smiling about?”
Skid asked me
as he bellied up to the bar. I startled, had I been smiling?
I glanced at the
older biker and he raised an eyebrow under his faded black
do-rag.
“I don’t know…” I frowned
and flailed
helplessly inside my head for a convincing lie, “I was just
thinking about a
piece I was going to try and create. I think I have all the
pieces now.”
Skid chuckled, “It’s good to see you
smile Rac. How ‘bout you get me a beer? One of them ones
with the orange dude
on the label.” He turned on his stool and started talking to
Thirteen who had
been grinning like an idiot behind his back but who quickly
schooled his
features into neutrality before Skid turned.
I rolled my eyes at
Thirteen behind
Skid’s back and got Skid the bottle he asked for, popping
the top. I set it on
the bar by his hand and he picked it up and drank, never
breaking his stride as
the two of them spoke bike. I was simply nothing more than
furniture again
which I didn’t like but at the same time was definitely the
lesser of two
evils.
Pretty soon Gordy, Pipes
and Cooter
came in from the front of the club and I was serving them up
drinks when
Pig-Pen and Griz made their arrival. The rest of the guys
started to trickle in
from the front or the back lot and girls started coming
intermixed with the
guy’s arrival. The party was in full swing the sky dark
outside when Gordy
swore and pounded his fist on the bar.
“God damn fucking son of
a bitch!” he
bellowed, looking at the lighted screen on his phone. Griz
shoved down on the
head of the strung out broad sucking him off and she choked,
struggling.
“What is it now?” he
demanded and let
her up. She stood up disgusted and stumbled towards the
bathrooms.
“Trouble!” Gordy
declared, “But if we
all go now we might make it, Ace and Deuce are holed up at
the North West safe
house, says Sacred Hearts have ‘em pinned down, four of
‘em.” Griz stood up and
tucked himself back in his pants doing up his jeans.
“Boys! We’re goin’ huntin’!” he yelled.
A cheer went up and I swallowed hard, Thirteen stood.
“Not you!” Gordy stabbed
a finger at
him.
“Take Coon to your place
and keep her locked
down. She’s our last bet on making any god damned money.”
Thirteen raised an
eyebrow, “I live in
a cabin with no electricity!” he declared.
“So fucking what!?”
Pig-Pen called,
“Don’t care if she’s comfortable, so long as she can
produce. Don’t be god
damned pussy over her pussy!”
Thirteen gave a shrug and
I gathered my
purse. The guys were all going out the back door to the
parking lot where they
kept their bikes I could already hear some of them firing
up. Dredd and Flyer
were chasing out the club sluts, which truthfully there
weren’t many left
hanging around since the club’s drug supply started drying
up. I came around
the bar and Pig grabbed me by the elbow, hard.
“You’re my bitch, so
don’t be getting
any ideas about spreading those whore legs of yers for
Pretty boy over there,”
he muttered savagely in my ear, his breath washing over me,
a fetid mixture of
whiskey and cigarettes with an overlay of just plain rot.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
I plastered
on a fake as hell sincere smile, “I know who takes care of
me,” I said.
“Damn right.” And as if
to prove his
point he shoved his mouth against mine and his tongue in my
mouth all the while
looking daggers at Thirteen. I gave little resistance. I
didn’t want or need
any bruises except the ones that were likely imprinted on my
arm from where he
gripped me, besides that, I’d learned a long, long time ago
that resistance was
futile and only hurt more in the end. Pig-Pen finally broke
the kiss and thrust
me in Thirteen’s direction before going out the door.
“You good to ride?” he
asked. I nodded
grimly. I just wanted outside so I could spit. Thirteen
grabbed my coat off the
hook in the wall behind the bar and handed it to me and I
shrugged into it.
“C’mon.” he put a hand on
my shoulder
and made like he was shoving me in front of him out the
door, though his grip
on my shoulder was light, not painful. He put on his helmet
and glasses sitting
astride his bike. I put on the spare and with one final
brave smile at Pig who
was glaring at me and standing with Griz and Gordy I got on
behind Thirteen.
Text Copyright © 2015 A.J. Downey
characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are
either the products of
the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any
resemblance to
actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely
coincidental.
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A.J. Downey is a born and raised Seattle, WA Native.
She finds inspiration from her surroundings, through the people she meets and
likely as a byproduct of way too much caffeine.
She has lived many places and done many things
though mostly through her own imagination... An avid reader all of her life
it's now her turn to try and give back a little, entertaining as she has been
entertained. She lives in a small house in a small neighborhood with a larger
than life fiancé and one cat.
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