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

  Thorn runs over to us and he looks pissed. “There’s fuckin’ scharpnal in there. This wasn’t random.”

  Which can only mean one fucking thing. “We’re goin’ to war.”

  *

  We’re all waiting in the waiting room at the hospital trying to figure out what’s going to happen to Bishop. If Bishop is going to live or if he’s going to die.

  There’s no secret that Bishop and I have had our issues but I still got love for the president. After coming to from the beat down of my life, he sat me down and told me the horrors of having a daughter. How much it fuckin’ sucks when they get their heart’s broken. How he hopes he never has to witness seeing his little girl crying like that again.

  I deserved all the guilt I felt and I have atoned for all my wrong doings. I would like to think we have moved past me breaking his daughter’s heart all those years ago.

  Moments like this, where our future is unclear, I remember the amount of respect I have for the man who took me in as one of his. Who taught me how to ride a motorcycle and how to shave. How to carry a gun without the cops seeing it. How to file the serial numbers off guns for them not to be traced.

  Rubbing the back of my neck, I come to terms with the fact that I’m probably going to see Sinclair. It's bad enough that she’s a porn star- trust me, I’m well aware of this. What’s worse? The brothers try to dance around this fact like I’m not aware. I remember the noises she used to make as I slid into her from behind. How she would scream when I fucked her tight ass until she couldn’t walk. I remember all of it. And how could I not? She’s the best I ever had.

  The problem? The brothers that didn’t grow up with her being their kid sister, all watch her movies and hide them in their rooms like I don’t know they are jacking off to her.

  She was a hot piece of ass and she’s still one.

  “All right, what the fuck are we gonna do if he-” Thorn starts and then is cut off by the doctor walking into the room.

  The doctor is a hot woman who’s got some lucious tits and curves. Her lips are curved up into a smile but it's her eyes that make me take a second look. She looks classy. Not like these other chicks I see around here. “Family of Bishop Mendoza?”

  We all stand up and walk in a herd of leather to the doctor. “We’re his family,” Thorn says.

  The doctor’s eyes widen while she looks over all of us. “All right, he’s going to be fine. He’s suffered some smoke inhalation in his lungs but he will be fine.”

  We all let out a deep breath.

  “Good! When can we see him?” I question. I’m anxious to find out if Bishop knows anything and how we’re going to proceed. An attack on the clubhouse is one thing, but an attack on the president’s personal house is completely different.

  She winks at me and looks down shyly at the paper. “Right now.”

  Without waiting for any more information, we’re down the hall and bursting through Bishop’s door to see for ourselves he’s okay. All thirty of us are packing ourselves into the room before the doctor even tells us it's okay for all of us to be in here.

  Like that would fucking stop us.

  “Mr. Mendoza can’t have any stress. If his heart rate rises too far, I’m going to ask you to leave,” the doctor states and closes the door.

  I can’t help but focus on her ass. It’s pretty sexy even in those green scrubs she’s wearing.

  “What the fuck happened?” Thorn demands.

  Bishop’s looking pale in the hospital bed with wires attached to various parts of his body. The blankets are tucked up around his chin and his hands are outside the blanket on either side of his waist. The man doesn’t look anything like one of the most feared MC’s president.

  No. He looks like a normal man.

  This is tripping me up.

  “Where’s Jenny?” Bishop croaks out and moves his head from left to right to see if she’s in here.

  “We don’t know, prez,” one of the brothers answers.

  “We need to know what happened to you,” I enforce.

  The president’s eyes glare at me with malice. I can tell he wants to say something hurtful to me. Probably about my not knowing what real love is or some shit. I could argue that he doesn’t, either. He cheated on Sinclair and Thorn’s mom with Jenny… Not a great relationship starter, if you ask me.

  “Get one of the pweebs to find Jenny.”

  The door opens and closes but the tension is still very thick. “I dunno much about what happened but I do know it wasn’t a mistake. Those motherfuckers tried to take me out.”

  I fight the urge to say something sarcastic. Again, I fight the urge. It’s a pretty dramatic fight, though. “Are they just after you? Did you do something to piss someone off?”

  More so than usual.

  Bishop’s head rolls on his pillow until he’s staring at me. “I breathe and I piss people off. It’s pretty fuckin’ normal for me to piss people off, Hulk.”

  Thorn rubs the back of his neck. “They come after mom, kill her and now you got bombed. What does that mean for me and Sin?”

  Hearing him mention Sinclair has the hair on the back of my neck raised. Yeah, I know she’s still alive but the brothers try to avoid mentioning her around me. Especially with Bishop in the room. He kicked my ass when I hurt her and made sure that she never came around me again.

  Or maybe it was the fact that he pissed her off and she never came back.

  My girl always knew how to hold a grudge.

  “We probably need to get Sinclair back here. Make sure she hasn’t come into anything that is troubling. It's gonna take a lot of convincing, though. She’s pissed as fuck at me and Hulk.”

  I nod my head and try my best to seem unaffected. Truth be told, I’m nervous as fuck to see her again. She’s the only woman who I ever gave a shit about but I chickened out and took the bitch way out. I pushed her away before she could hurt me or I could hurt her.

  Thorn nods his head and clears his throat. “I’ll go get her but we have to be fuckin’ careful. She’s into some shit now.”

  Into porn.

  Bishop grunts his disapproval over what his daughter is doing and I can’t blame him. I’m not exactly thrilled that the love of my life is now doing porn. I’m pissed as fuck that she’s going it.

  SINCLAIR

  “I’m not going anywhere,” I murmur to Thorn stubbornly. “I’m not risking my livelihood for the club again. There’s no way in fucking hell I’m going back.”

  My mind is made up and I push past him before he could say anything more to me. I slam the door to my dressing room and it echoes through the room.

  Fuck him.

  Quickly changing back into my outfit, I storm past him again but this time he says something that stops me. Stops me for a moment and it stays with me through the rest of filming. “When they come looking for you, I hope you’re ready. They’re comin’ for you, too.”

  My feet stop but I know not to give him enough attention. If I let him know that I’m scared of what happened to my mom happening to me, he will know that I’m tempted to leave with him. I can’t let him pull me back down with them. I can’t do it.

  I can’t see James again.

  I’m sorry. Hulk.

  *

  By the time I get home from filming, I’m still livid over seeing Thorn. Who the hell does he think he is barging into my life like he’s got some say in what I do?

  He made his decision three years ago when he didn’t support me

  in my wanting to go to school. I didn’t want to live the club life. I didn’t want to be the club princess who married some man who wasn’t faithful to her. I didn’t want to have to worry about when the next time my husband was going to be arrested.

  I wanted more out of life than worrying whether or not my husband was cheating on me when he went on runs. I don’t want to have to worry about all that shit.

  And I also didn’t want to have to bury another brother. Burying Victor was hard enough and I cou
ldn’t imagine sending Thorn to his forever bed.

  Or Hulk.

  My nerves are pulsating and I pace throughout my house trying to calm them down. Nothing is working. “Fuck!” I mutter under my breath.

  Tommy’s a powerful man with powerful strokes and I still feel him moving between my legs but that does nothing to ease my anxiety. Absolutely nothing.

  God damn it. What am I supposed to do?

  Is someone really after my family? Is someone just waiting to pick us off one by one? If so, could they be after me? Does anyone know about me?

  Time to go for a run.

  Once I’m changed, I allow myself to do the one thing that I haven’t done in a long time. Think about the last conversation I had with my dad.

  Lying out the catalogues for the university I just got into, I wait for my dad to look at them. “Why you showing me this?” He barks at me with his balding head bent over to look at the pages.

  “I got in! I got in and I’m so excited!” I squeal and clap my hands together.

  I’ve managed to squeak through school with a 4.0 GPA and I’m dying to graduate. I’m dying to get the hell out of here to go live my own life without the club overshadowing me. I can’t wait!

  “Why you wanna go to school, cupcake?” My dad’s voice rings out. The emotion is raw.

  Smiling, I take the seat next to him. “I got in for pre-med! I’m so excited! Classes start in August and then I will graduate within five years!” I retort with excitement.

  He shakes his head. “No daughter of mine is going to a school this far away!”

  The commute between the club and the university is around five hours… Which means, it's too far of a drive for him to make in one day to come see me. I need my independence from everyone.

  “Dad, it's not too far and I will still come home on weekends-” I rush out hoping to ease his pressure.

  He slams his hand against the table. “No! How could you decide that you’re better than us? That you’re better than the club? We’ve been there for you for fuckin’ ever. Those brothers love you like you were one their own!”

  I shake my head. “Dad, you’re not being fair! I deserve to live my own life.”

  “You leave, you leave without my help. I won’t pay for shit. You will lose everything.”

  I know deep in my heart that he’s telling me the truth. That he won’t help me with anything. I’m truly about to be on my own.

  “If that’s the way it has to be, dad… Then I guess I will be on my own.”

  Stubbornly, I want him to apologize and say that he was just talking shit but I know the truth. I know that he’s not going to back down and help me afford college.

  The tears sting my eyes as I spin on my heels in search of James. I need to know that I’m making the right decision for us. I need to know that he’s going to support me no matter what.

  My feet pound the pavement and my breath comes out in puffs as memories of the last time I spoke to my father flood my brain.

  It's been a long three years on my own but I have done it. I refuse to let him think I need him. I refuse to crawl back with my tail between my legs.

  Fuck that.

  I round the corner to run down the busy downtown streets. I like running down this trail because a lot of people are getting out of work and not paying attention to me. I rarely ever get noticed but when I do, I get all awkward. I have to play a role of being the flirty one.

  Sign tits and let them think they have a chance with me.

  Rolling my neck, I stretch it out as much as I can. I run harder than before. I’m anxious and there’s only one way to get rid of the nerves. Either run or drink.

  I haven’t picked up a drink in over a year. And I don’t want to. Not after what happened last time.

  Pushing harder than before, I feel myself hitting the proverbial wall and my breathing starts to come in puffs. Gasping, I try to push through the wall but nothing is working. Finally, I give in and stop at the corner of the brick building by my house. After making sure that I’m not sticking my hand on anything sharp, I place my hand on the wall to catch my breath.

  “Holy shit,” I mumble under my breath.

  The hot air is sticking to my body making me feel hotter than before. Not hot in a good way, either. Hot in the sense that I need a shower ASAP.

  “Ahem,” someone coughs from behind me.

  Spinning on my feet about to apologize if I just stopped in front of them, I notice that no one is directly behind me. The buzzing of the cars is loud but not as loud as my beating heart. I can hear my blood pulsing through out my ears.

  God damn it! Thorn has got me all paranoid and now I’m going to think I’m being followed or some shit.

  Rolling my neck again, I turn back to the way I was standing before I got freaked out over nothing. Damn it. I’m like one of those scaredy cats now.

  I pull out my phone to see if anyone has called me. Primarily, Thorn. I’m wondering if he’s going to push his insistence on me and now I’m a paranoid freak.

  The insides of my thighs begins to burn from the rigorous filming and now the run but I walk home instead of running.

  “Ahem.”

  All right. I know I heard it this time. Turning my head, I’m ready to confront whomever is coughing behind me. “What the hell?” I mumble under my breath when I see a flash of blonde hair go behind the wall of a building. “Is someone there?”

  “What’s her problem?” Someone asks another person while they walk past me.

  What the fuck?

  Screw my burning thighs, I run a fast clip back to my house. I’m eager to get out of the cesspool of downtown. It’s obvious that I have lost my fucking mind.

  I round the corner and see my house up ahead. I run harder and faster until I pass through the gate. Finally!

  My house looks like an old victorian which is why I bought it. I wanted something that looked normal. I grew up in and out of the clubhouse around bikers and a bevy of boobs in pussy. Come to think about it, it's no wonder I became a porn star.

  “If you leave here, Sinclair, you’re done. I swear to fuckin’ god! There’s no way I’m allowing my daughter to disrespect me like this!” My dad yells at me as I pack my room at the clubhouse.

  I need to pack and get the hell out of here. There’s no way in hell that I want to stay in here longer than I need to. Pride won't allow me to tell him I'm afraid of being on my own.

  “Fine!” I holler back at him while I push past him. “Fine! James and I will be fine without you!” I yell at him from over my shoulder. I need to get to James and make sure he’s ready to leave.

  A thick hand grips my shoulder and spins me around. “You’re not fuckin’ leavin’ with Hulk. Hulk ain’t goin’ anywhere!”

  “Yes! He is. He’s leaving with me and we’re going to be fine.” Secretly, I have no idea how we’re going to be but I’m hoping things are going to work out. I’m hoping we have the strength to make it through everything. Especially being away from the reach of the club.

  The brothers stop and stare at me but I don’t say anything to them as I pull my suitcase behind me and I march straight to James’ room. “James! Are you ready?” I beg. I need to get out of here.

  “Oh shit!” He mutters behind the door.

  I take that as my invitation and push open the door. “James? We need to leave,” I demand but what I see is enough to make me want to throw up. “You have got to be kidding me!”

  All my fears have come true.

  Throwing open my door, I beeline straight for the kitchen. I'm fucking thirsty.

  “Hey,” a voice calls out from my living room.

  I reach for the junk drawer and open it up to grab my gun. “Who's there?” I demand.

  My hand touches an empty drawer. Fuck.

  “You really think I'm not going to search for your weapons?” A man taunts.

  “What do you want?”

  He chuckles. “To give you a message. You're next, chica. But we
're gonna have fun with you first.”

  The man didn't have to spell it out. I understand what that means.

  “Who are you?” I ask again.

  The man walks to just out of my sight so I can't identify him. “I'm the only one who can save you. You're next.”

  “What the fuck?” Thorn demands and glares at the man.

  The man runs past him quickly and has disappeared just as quickly as he appeared.

  HULK

  The idea of Sinclair coming back has got my stomach all in knots.