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  Caine

  A Dark Wolves MC Novel #1

  Eden Rose and S.E. Isaac

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are all products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblances to persons, organizations, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.

  Prince Copyright © 2019 by Eden Rose and S.E. Isaac. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used in articles or reviews. For information contact Eden Rose.

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  Caine

  A Dark Wolves MC Novel #1

  Eden Rose and S.E. Isaac

  Chapter One

  Taylor

  They say you can’t go back home. Everything is different than it was before, and nothing will ever be the same. I truly believe that and that is why I haven’t been back home in over two years.

  Two years ago, my twin sister, Tayla, and I decided we were going to get away from this stupid town and make it big. Since we are both dancers, I thought for sure we would be dancing on Broadway by now. It’s funny how things don’t work out the way you have planned.

  I groan underneath my breath as I look at the sign welcoming me back into this shit hole of a town. A town where I left everything behind and everyone besides Tayla. The town where I left the love of my life, Caine.

  Now, after two years, I’m going to have to crawl back to the very man whose heart I broke standing on my doorstep. My pride bubbles inside of me, begging me to not do this. That there has to be another way out of this mess I have found myself in… But there isn’t. The only way I have a chance of rescuing my sister is by pleading with Caine and his brothers of The Dark Wolves Motorcycle Club.

  My dog, Bowser, barks at the passing trees in the front seat of my little car. He’s a hyper corgi mixed with something else, but he’s the cutest stinkin’ thing in the world. I love that he’s a mutt.

  “We’re almost there,” I tell him.

  He looks over at me and barks. Silly dog.

  My stomach feels heavy as I drive down the road to the club house. The very club house I never expected I would ever have to go to. Bile starts to rise in my throat, but I choke it down. I can’t show up after two years looking like a mess when I see Caine again. I have to have some pride.

  “We’re here,” I mumble to Bowser. He looks unphased and continues to look out the windows at all the trees we’re passing. I’m glad my impending doom has little effect on my dog.

  And that’s when I see it. The large warehouse looking club house I swore I never would go back to again. And I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for Tayla. I need to find her before it’s too late.

  Right at the gates is a younger brother who is leaning against the gate to go into the club house. This is something new and totally unexpected. Since when does a motorcycle club need gates and a guard to guard the club house? What the hell is up with that?

  He does the twirl with his finger telling me to roll down my window, which I do. I don’t want to be here any longer than I have to be. This is the last place I want to be at.

  Especially right now.

  He saunters over to my little car with more swagger than he probably normally has. Poor guy. I’m totally not interested in dating another biker. “What’s your name? Who’re you here to see?” He demands.

  I look up the young man in front of me and try to plaster on a smile. He’s a cute guy with blond hair and lighter features. He has HEART THROB written across his forehead though. I could smell the man whore on him from over here.

  “I’m Taylor Anderson. I’m here to see Caine,” I explain. What I don’t tell him is the fact Caine probably doesn’t want to see me. I also don’t tell him that Caine would probably shun me away if he actually comes out here to look at me.

  I can’t do it.

  Think of Tayla. Think of your sister. You need to find her before it is too late. Stop being a chicken.

  “Does the prez know you’re here?” He asks quickly.

  “Uh, I don’t think so… It’s been a long time since I last saw him,” I explain dumbly.

  He looks me over and looks over at Bowser. “Let me call him and I’ll get back to you.”

  He leaves me without saying anything else. When did Caine become the president? What the hell is up with that? I never expected he would actually grow in the club this quickly.

  About three minutes and a heart attack and a half later, the guard is walking back to my car. “The prez doesn’t want to see you.” His facial expressions show me he didn't want to be on the receiving end of that phone call.

  Damn it. I should have warned him.

  Fuck! “Can I talk to him?” I beg.

  He growls. “Look, lady, I don’t know what happened with you and the prez, but he doesn’t want to see you. So, go on down the road.”

  My breath starts to come out quicker and narrowed. My chest seizes up from the lack of oxygen filling my lungs. “No!” I beg.

  My vision starts to blur a little on the side and I feel faint. My head shakes and my hands shake against the steering wheel. “Please!”

  He looks frustrated. “Fine. Hold on.”

  In a matter of minutes, I see a hand coming at me and opening the door. I know exactly who it is before I even look up. It is the one and only Caine. The man who stole my heart and who I gave my virginity to on the floor of my parents’ basement.

  “What the fuck you doin’ here, Taylor?” Caine’s raspy voice asks me.

  “I need your help. Please. You have to help me.”

  I chance a look up at the man and when our eyes clash, I wish I didn’t.

  Gone are the days when he looked at me as if I were the most precious thing in the world to him. Now he looks at me with hate. I shiver under the intensity. His eyes look grayer than before, almost silver in some spots. His hair is a thicker brown than it was before, so is his beard. He looks as if he has matured in many different ways including his muscular body.

  Caine’s scarred hands and the huge scar on his cheek call out to me to lick them.

  Wait, what?

  “Taylor, I’m not in the mood for your fuckin’ games. What are you doin’ here?”

  “It’s Tayla. Someone took her when we were at a bar. I need your help finding her. The police aren’t doing anything. Please!” I plead.

  He’s looking over at me and then at Bowser. “Is this some kind of game or some shit? I swear to fuckin’ god, if you’re fuckin’ with me!”

  “I’m not! Please. I really need your help.”

  He weighs what I’m saying before nodding over to the guard. “Let her in.”

  Chapter Two

  Caine

  Never in my life had I ever expected to see Taylor again. Especially not at the club she swore she hated. Now she wants my help? What the fuck is up with that?

  Two years ago, she made it clear she was too good for this town and too good for me. And for the past two years, I have fuckin’ hated her. I hated her for leaving and leaving me behind. She promised me she would love me forever and then forever was shot in the face. I don’t give two shits about her anymore.

  And then I saw her face. I want to hate her even more.

  I should have told her to kick rocks. I should have told her I didn’t want to deal with her bull shit anymore and she should just turn around and leave.

  But I didn’t.

  Looking at the scared eyes of the pretty blonde girl I fell in love with all those years ago, is enough to make me want to punch something. She broke my heart. She left me and dumped me the day after I bo
ught her an engagement ring. I can’t fuckin’ believe she’s here.

  She drives through the gateway and parks in front of the door to get into the clubhouse. Taylor’s long legs, which are toned from all that dancing, are covered in black tight looking things. She looks absolutely gorgeous and it makes me want to hate her even more. I want to hate her for me not hating her.

  Her blonde hair is slightly curled at the ends and her lips are rosy red colored. She looks fuckin’ hot.

  “Uh, can I bring my dog in?” She asks.

  I shrug. “I don’t care. Let’s get this over with!”

  I walk over to the front door to open it. I didn’t do it to be nice or polite, I did it because I can’t stand being that closely to her. I can’t be that close the woman who broke my heart. I want to hate her… But I can't.

  Taylor leans over to get her dog out of the car and he jumps down. She’s cooing to him about something or another. Once she’s done, she looks at me expectantly. “I, uh, I’m sorry I didn’t call…”

  I shake my head. “I don’t want to talk about that right now. I don’t want to talk about how you use people to get what you want. I want to know what happened to Tayla.”

  “Can we go inside?”

  I point towards the door to signal her to hurry her fine ass up. My eyes greedily eat her up. The woman is curvy in all the right places with eyes that watch my every move. Her tits are straining against the cotton tank she’s wearing which covers her pussy making it impossible for me to see the outline of it. Taylor’s nipples are hardened as well.

  I follow behind her with my eyes on her swaying ass. Is she purposefully walking slower than normal? Is she doing this shit to me to show me how sexy she is? News flash. I didn’t need her to do this to tell me that. The chick is one of the most gorgeous women I have met.

  Her identical twin sister is a close second.

  “Yo, prez! Who’s the girl?” Big Dog hollers out from the bar room.

  I flip him off and focus on her ass some more. The minute we walk into my office, I’m aware of how close she is to me. How close she is to me and how I can smell her perfume. How I can smell the delicate scent of her body wash filter through my senses.

  What the fuck? When did I become a pussy?

  I close the door and point at one of the chairs in front of my desk. “Tell me everything you know about what happened to your twin.”

  “Well, we were at a bar and these guys were trying to get us to go home with them. Tay kept pushing them away since she didn’t need the attention. That’s when they tried to pick me up. I bit one of the guys and he dropped me onto the bar floor.”

  “Do you have bruises?”

  She shrugs.

  “Let me see them, Taylor.”

  She stands up, dropping the dog’s leash to the ground. My office door is shut and it’s not as if the dog can get in the way too much shit. Slowly, she lifts her top and pulls the band down on her tights. I can’t see it too good from here, so I wag my finger at her to get closer. She steps closer to me and winces when I touch her ribs.

  Her ribs are black and blue with purple spots all over it. Someone worked her over good and we need to figure out who would do that. Who would do that to someone like Taylor?

  Assholes.

  “And then what happened?” I demand. I pull her hands away to cover the bruises a little more. I can’t stand to look at them knowing someone hurt her. I’m not into hurting women. Men, on the other hand, they can handle the beating.

  “Well, they started to pull Tayla away from me and I couldn’t go after her. I’m freaking out, Caine! Please help me find her.”

  I nod. I want to tell her to go piss up a rope, but I can’t do that to her. I couldn’t make her leave. “I need to know what these men looked like. Did you see tattoos? Piercings that are unique?”

  “Uh, they kept saying they had to get home before the prez gets there. They kept looking at their watch and making comments about how they are late…”

  “Really? Did they say prez or did they say anything else?”

  “No, they said prez.”

  Mother fucker. I have a feeling this is a job. These fuckers might have made the connection to the twins and my club. But how would they have known?

  The back of my neck gets sweaty. I want to punch something. I want to go shoot these assholes and then fuck Taylor against the desk. Rip a hole in the crotch of her tights and bury my dick in her.

  But first, we need to get Tayla back.

  Chapter Three

  Taylor

  I scurry back to my chair, eager to get away from the eyes that captivate me. He looks at me as if I'm prey and he's the hunter. It scares me yet excites me.

  I plop down on the chair, leaning over to grab Bowser's leash. I hear the sharp intake of breath and I snap my eyes up to see Caine's eyes staring at my chest.

  Quickly, I snap up and pull my tank up. I offer a sympathetic smile. "Sorry."

  He chuckles. "Nothing I haven't seen before, baby."

  Swoon.

  "Anyways, the police have no leads to where she is. I'm scared, Caine."

  Caine's eyes narrow on me. "Why did you come to see me?"

  Question of the day. "I came because you and your club are the only ones who can find her. The police are trying to tell me she just ran away… but, she didn't. We all know Tayla isn't like that."

  He nods. "I need everything that happened. What club were you at? What were you girls wearing? Sights? Smells? Everything."

  I nod back. "Of course."

  He holds his hand up to me to stop me from speaking again. "I want something in return."

  Wincing, I roll my shoulders back. I should have known he wasn't going to do this for free. "What is that? I don't have much money."

  Caine looks as if I said something funny. "Tay, I don't want your money. I got money."

  My eyes widen in fear. "Then what is it you want?"

  "You. In my bed, on the back of my bike, your legs wrapped around me. I want you. I want you fuckin' in my bed at all times."

  "You're a pig!" I shout.

  He chuckles. "Nah, baby. I'm a wolf. Not a fuckin' pig. Do we have a deal?"

  I weigh my options. "No, we don't." I get off the chair and grab Bowser's leash. "This was a huge mistake."

  He jumps out of his chair like a hunter. "You need me. The thought of you givin' me your pussy again, makes you wet. You know you want this." His face gets closer to me.

  He’s right. My panties are soaked, and my arousal is slicking my thighs. I want to ride Caine’s cock like there is tomorrow. Every ounce of me wants to give into his deal. To shred my body of every inch of cloth, hop on his desk spread eagle and offer him what has always been his.

  “Never mind. I’m sorry for bothering you.” I stand from my chair and head towards the door with Bowser close behind me.

  “Taylor.” The way he said my name is a commanding tone. My body followed his command and I come to an abrupt halt.

  “Traitor,” I mutter under my breath.

  This is a horrible idea. I should have never come back here. Caine was my only hope. He was the one I always wanted to run to when I had trouble. Look where that got me. In his office, being given a plea bargain of sleeping with him so he’d help me find Tayla and my body willing to give it to him even if he didn’t help me find her.

  “I’ll help you find her,” he groans.

  I spin on my heels and startled Bowser. My chest is pounding in my chest. My anxiousness of hope has me ready to throw up. What if he is only baiting me?

  “You… You will?” I whisper.

  He leans against his desk and crosses his arms in front of his chest. He looks like a bad boy god. The light hit him perfectly. It accentuates all his rough edges, scars and good looks.

  I swallow the invisible lodge in my throat.

  “You will?” I ask again. This time I ask louder. My voice still isn’t confident, but at least this time he might have heard me.

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nbsp; “Yeah. I’ll help you,” he grins.

  “Why the grin?”

  “No reason, baby. Let’s get you and the dog settled in then we can talk business.”

  Before I could respond, he ushers Bowser and I out of his office. All eyes are on us.

  “This is Taylor. She’s not to be fucked with. Anyone who fucks with her I’ll kill. Understood?” He growls loudly. I flinch at the loudness. “Sorry,” he mutters to me then leads Bowser and me up the stairs.