A Dangerous Game (Masters of Chaos MC Book 1) Read online

  Who gives a fuck? The woman doesn’t give two shits that I don’t even know her name. Why would she care that I’m about to fuck her because she looks like the woman I’ve always loved?

  Her body isn’t as delicious or addictive like Sin’s but no one is her. There’s no one out there that could be her.

  That’s when I look her up and down. She’s naked.

  “Well, look at you,” I murmur.

  “Look at you. Aren’t you over dressed?” She asks me with a hint of playfulness.

  Looking down at my shorts, I then look up at her. Her lips are pulled into a pout and her eyes are blazing with passion. She’s not Sin but she’ll do for tonight. “What are you gonna do about it?”

  The blonde struts over to me with her hips working a figure eight. Her nipples are tight in the cold air mixed from the humidity of the shower. Her fingers wrap the strings of my shorts around the knuckles and she unties them. The shorts are pushed off my hips and pool at my feet. “I want you to fuck me against the tile in the shower. Hard.”

  Just what I like. A woman who knows what she wants. “You asked for it, gorgeous.”

  In a bowl next to the shower, I keep a handful of condoms in case something like this is about to happen. The last thing I want to deal with is some bitch coming at me because I knocked her up. Plus, a lot of these women are fast.

  There’s no telling what they could have contracted.

  Quickly, I cover my shaft with the condom and grab the whore in front of me around the waist. I don’t give her any warning as I lift her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. In a matter of seconds, I’m pushing through her averagely tight pussy and bottoming out in her. I slam her against the wall for me to rest my hands on the tiles to give me support.

  “Holy shit! You’re huge!” She gasps and then screams out while my pubic bone rubs against her clit.

  “What’d you think? Hold on tight.”

  She tightens her pussy around my dick but I don’t allow that to slow me down because I’m digging the feel of her. I fuck her hard and fast without any mercy. There’s absolutely no way I’m slowing down. Fuck no.

  My balls bounce against her ass. Each time I pump inside of her, she digs her nails into my back. “I’m going to come!” She cries out and her pussy flutters around my dick.

  But I’m not done. I’m full of adrenaline and I’m not allowing it to go to waste. So what if I’m never going to see this girl again? I’m going to fuck her so she remembers me.

  “Get on your hands and knees,” I demand and pull out of her.

  The woman is wobbly on her legs as she follows directions. Her ass is red from my punishing thrusts and her ass rubbing against the tiles of the shower.

  Getting down to my knees, I grip her hips in my hands and sink inside her willing body. “Hold on tight.”

  The sounds of our skin slapping each other and the sounds of our moaning fill the air. I love fucking a new chick because she doesn’t realize I can go for hours. But, since she’s new, I try to speed it up.

  I do the one thing that I know will make me come faster. I think of Sinclair and the first time I ever had her. The first time when I slipped into her body and she gasped. I loved the feeling of her.

  My balls tighten.

  I remember Sinclair gasping as I made her come with my tongue.

  That’s when I shoot my load inside of her.

  Some random woman who’s name I don’t even know.

  “Hulk! You in there? We gotta roll out!” Someone yells from the other side of the door then bangs on it.

  “I’m busy!” I call back and thrust deeper into the woman who squeals loudly as her pussy flutters around me. She’s sucking me in deeply and I like it.

  “Fuck!” I murmur out as the last of my load is shot up.

  The pounding on the door gets louder. “For fuck’s sake. We gotta go, Hulk!”

  “Hold on a minute, Elvis. I’m busy.”

  “I don’t give a fuck about the bitch you’re fuckin’. Bishop’s house… Look, if you don’t get your ass out here, I’m comin’ in there and you won’t like it.”

  I use my hands on the girl’s hips to push out of her and she groans. Her pussy tries to suck me back in but I don’t allow it to. No, I have to go deal with some bull shit.

  “Thanks for the fuck, gorgeous,” I tell the woman who’s got a satited smile on her face. Oh yeah, she got what she came for.

  She winks at me. “I should be the one thanking you.”

  “See you around,” I mumble and get off my knees to hose off some of the sweat on my body.

  She doesn’t say anything nor does she offer me her name. “Who’s Sinclair?” She asks me as she gets up.

  “Uh, who?” I ask dumbly not ready to admit I’m still hung up on an old girlfriend.

  I switch off the water and look over to where she was standing a few seconds ago but she’s already gone. She left and didn’t say anything more about how to find her or if she wanted to see me again.

  This is the type of booty call I like! No mess or fuss.

  “Hulk!” Elvis yells through the room and stops right in front of me. “We gotta go. Someone tried to blow up Bishop’s house.”

  “Are you fuckin’ serious?” I ask him. The man’s been known to tell a few jokes in his day but I would hope he wouldn’t joke about our president.

  He glares at me. “Put that dirty dick away and lets get out of here.”

  “I’ll show you a dirty dick,” I mutter under my breath.

  SINCLAIR

  I know that voice anywhere and I can tell you right now… this is the last place I thought I would hear it. Thorn has completely disowned me since he found out I was getting into porn. Totally alienated me in front of our whole family and made me feel like a second class citizen.

  The other reason why he’s pissed off at me? I didn’t follow his plan.

  My big brother had plans for me and it wasn’t getting naked on camera. He will even tell you that.

  Standing at his full height of six foot four, he’s glowering at me with his arms crossed. “Since when are you some naughty school girl slut?” He barks at me.

  “Cut!” The director shouts with venom in his voice. “We don’t allow civilians back here during filming,” he claims.

  “Sin! So now you’re some slut who’s gettin’ banged by random guys for money? How does that make you any different than a whore?” Thorn yells from across the room but his wide steps are eating up the space between us quickly.

  A robe is thrown at me from behind me as Tommy lifts me from his lap. His dick’s half hard but he looks pissed at Thorn being here. And not even in the blue balls type of way. No, this is personal.

  “Who the fuck are you?” Tommy’s velvety voice that he just had a few seconds ago is completely gone.

  Shoving my arms through my robe, I tie it tightly. I don’t need to be naked in front of my brother even more than I already have. Talk about some Jerry Springer shit right here.

  “I would like to talk to my sister without looking at your fuckin’ dick!” Thorn growls loudly.

  I cross my arms around my body and try to figure out my next step here. I haven’t spoken to anyone from my hometown in almost three years and I’m not interested in doing it now. No, they made their opinions on my life choices abundantly clear.

  Especially him.

  “What is so important that you have barge into my life, Thorn? You made your fucking thoughts crystal clear!” I hiss out and close the distance between us.

  Granted, I’m on set and this is totally unprofessional. Arguing with my older brother about my profession is not going to look good for me.

  Thorn’s big hands grab my elbows and he pulls me out of the room that we were filming at. Inside the room, I could hear Jim and Tommy trying to figure out what the fuck is going on.

  “It’s dad and Jenny,” he drops on me.

  Shaking my head, I try to jump out of his grasp. “I don’t give a fuck abo
ut that.”

  My dad’s president of some local motorcycle gang from my hometown and he’s getting into trouble extremely frequently. The man more than likely has his own holding cell at the jail for him to go and stay. He’s there that much.

  Now, Jenny. She’s different. After my mom was murdered about ten years ago, my dad’s mistress came into the light and everyone started treating her more like family. I hate the bitch. I hate everything she represents.

  More than hate, I hate the fact that she has a kid with my dad that were born a year before my mom was killed. Explain that one to me please. Was she pregnant by my dad through Jesus or something?

  I’m not as stupid as they think I am.

  Thorn’s eyes close and then reopen, boring into mine. The seriousness of why he’s here is starting to set in. Some bad shit went down and now I’m going to be dragged back into this.

  Fuck this.

  Shaking my head from left to right, I tell him how I feel. “There’s no way in hell, Thorn. No fucking way am I going back!”

  “We need you, Sin. Please. I’m sorry about all that shit from before but I need my sister.”

  “Fuck no.”

  Am I being stubborn? Probably. Am I going to cave and go even though I want nothing to do with the people that were so quick to write me off? Nope.

  “Ahem!”

  Turning my head to see Jim glaring at us with disdain, I roll my eyes at him. “Sorry, Jim. This will only take a minute.”

  “Dude!” Thorn growls. He’s now standing in front of the director with his hand on his breast pocket of his rags. He does this for people to realize that he’s carrying a piece or some bull shit.

  He’s the prince of the club! People wouldn’t fuck with him and we all know that. Thorn is the second in command and no one is going to want to piss him off.

  “Thorn, I’m busy! I don’t have time to deal with whatever the fuck this is!” I wave my hand in between us to emphasize what I mean.

  Thorn lets out a frustrated groan. “Glad to see you’re still a stubborn fucking woman!”

  Smiling because I know I’m pissing his off, I shrug my shoulders. “It's part of one of my many charms.”

  “For fuck’s sake. Sin, I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important.”

  Placing my hands on my hips, I take a step back to see if Jim’s still paying attention. Good thing he’s not. I would hate to get a reputation in the industry about being difficult. “What can I do for you?”

  “They think it's the same people who killed mom!”

  That was all I needed to snap out of my attitude. “What did you just say?” I need clarification. I tighten the sash around my robe just to keep my hands busy. I hate fidgeting.

  My brother looks through the room and his eyes land on Jim.

  “Can you put on some fuckin’ clothes so I can talk to you?”

  Since he’s asking nicely, I spin on my heels and yell towards Jim. “Jim, I need a half hour!” I’m not giving him the option to turn me down.

  He huffs. “Fine. Only a half hour. No more. We need to get this film into editing ASAP!”

  “Yeah, yeah,” I retort over my shoulder while walking to my dressing room.

  Quickly, I shove my legs into some sweat pants and then throw on a sweat shirt to see what the hell is so important. I’m not wanting to waste anytime.

  Thorn’s sitting on a chair outside of my dressing room with his phone in his hand. He looks pissed off while looking at the screen and doesn’t acknowledge me until I plop into the chair next to him.

  “Talk.”

  Lifting his face up to look at me, I can see the worry and agony all over it. It's the same look he gave me when he told me mom died. It's also the same look he had the last time we spoke.

  “I never thought my baby sister would be getting paid to fuck guys on camera,” he mutters under his breath.

  Feeling like a bitch, I kick him in his shin. “And girls too. Sometimes both girls and guys at the same time.”

  “Dad and Jenny’s house was bombed by some pipe bomb some assholes made. It blew up about three quarters of their house,” he explains. “Jenny’s dead.”

  I don’t feel any sadness besides for her kid.

  “And dad?” I don’t know why I care. I don’t know why my chest is constricting at the thought of my father being dead. Or how I feel like I’m contradicting that feeling because I also have relief.

  He winces. “He’s on life support and it's not looking good.”

  Something closes in my chest and my breathing picks up. “So, what are you doing here?”

  “I need you to come back with me. We need to talk to you about some shit.”

  I shake my head knowing how bad of an idea this is. Super bad. Not even just bad. Super fucking bad.

  “Talk to me here.”

  “It's not safe. Mom’s murderers still haven’t been found and now this? Fuck no. Someone’s targeting us and you’re probably going to be next!”

  “I’m a porn star for fuck’s sake. What are they going to want from me?”

  “They want the club.”

  “Jesus!” I shout. “The club! The club! The club! Everything’s about this stupid club. I can’t take dance lessons because the dance teacher was afraid of dad. I couldn’t date someone because they were afraid of you assholes.”

  My chest is rising and falling rapidly. I’ve suppressed all of this.

  Thorn takes a deep breath and then pulls my chair closer to him.

  “We don’t have much time but we need to go back. Sin, I know we’ve had our fuckin’ problems but you’re still my sister. I love ya.”

  HULK

  “We’re sittin’ fuckin’ ducks here!” I growl at the brothers as we stand on the curb of our president’s house.

  Thorn shakes his head and looks at the carnage from the explosion of his father’s house. “Look, I don’t like this anymore than you fuckers but this is my dad.”

  Ink, one of the older brothers, rolls his eyes. “I don’t give a fuck about who it is to you. What I care about is the fact that our brother, our president’s house was just bombed.”

  About thirty minutes ago, we got a phone call we never expected. Detective Bill Woods called us to let us know that Bishop’s house was bombed and they are on their way. The worst part about the whole thing? We had to hear it from the cops! Our own brother’s in such a fucked up state he couldn’t even call us.

  “Everyone, move out of the way!” An EMT calls out as he wheels a gurney out of the house.

  “Fuck,” I mutter below my breath.

  Bishop’s on the stretcher and he’s looking pale while he’s loaded into the back of the ambulance.

  The sirens are switched on at the same moment the ambulance pulls away from the curb. It’s only a matter of seconds before Jenny, the president’s ol’ lady, is being wheeled out of the house too.

  The difference? She’s in a body bag.

  This can mean only one thing.

  This means war.

  Woods strolls over towards us with an annoyed expression on his face. “Anyone care to tell me why your president’s house got blown to fucking shreds?”

  We shrug.

  “No idea,” Thorn murmurs and stares at the house with wonder. I know he’s thinking all this is now going to fall on him. Him being the vice president and everything. I wouldn’t want to be in his shoes right now.

  “Someone has some ideas. Did you guys do a deal and it didn’t work out?” The detective digs.

  Rolling my neck, I shove my hands into my pockets. “We had a deal, Woods. We don’t involve you and we don’t bring our shit into the territory. Whatever happened, we don’t know shit.”

  That must have been enough reasoning for him. He nods his head. “I don’t want you causing shit. I don’t need the paperwork on my desk.”

  Thorn salutes him and runs over to the fire chief who’s going through the carnage. I would have expected him wanting to go see his dad but I get he�
��s confused right now.

  Hell, we all are.

  “What the fuck happened at that last meet?” Fish asks and lights a cigarette.

  I look over his shoulder and take in the house. The fucking thing is destroyed. There’s no way it was an accident. Someone planned this and they planned it at the right time. Who?

  Who would have guts to go against Bishop?

  “Nothing that would have sparked this!” I growl.