Faith’s Temptation (Dueling Dragons MC Book 1)

Faith’s Temptation

Angie Sakai

Seattle, WA 2015

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Edited by Earl Blacklock

Previously published as
Faith’s Temptation – Book One in the Dueling Dragons MC Series

Hot Pages Publishing, 2014

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to similarly named places or to persons living or deceased is unintentional.

PRINT ISBN 978-1-5137-0701-3

EPUB ISBN 978-1-5137-0802-7

Library of Congress Control Number: 2015960177

I want to personally thank you for giving my book a read!   It is one in a series of stories that arose from hard times I’ve gone through. I’m glad I’ve had those hard times ‘cause I’m here today, tellin’ these stories, because of them!

But what I want you to know is that this book is about Faith’s journey. Yes, Ryder is in here, but this is Faith’s story. And she wanted me to start off by telling you how she and Ryder met, and what made them what they are today.

So light some candles, grab a glass of wine, and snuggle up.

Enjoy!

Angie Sakai

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Faith

GROWING UP IN ALABAMA
as the daughter of a coal miner is not a simple thing. We didn’t have much, nor did we really want for anything. Daddy always told us to cherish the simple things in life, and to never take anything for granted.

Momma left us when I was young, so it was just my daddy left to raise us kids.

I have two older brothers, Will and Nate. They are as bullheaded and arrogant as they come. Will was the high school football star. Nate followed right along in his shoes.

Me? I was the awkward one. Growing up, I was all knees and elbows. Once puberty hit, though, I grew tits and an ass—and all of the sudden, I was the hottest thing in school.

And I had my eyes on one thing, and one thing only. Or rather, one person only. His name was Beau, and he would be the end of everything good in my life.

***

Driving down highway 10 felt like second nature that day. Got out of school early, hit my appointment with the doctor, then headed to Beau’s house to give him some amazing news. We’d been together for over six years and I had decided it was time to start planning our future.

Beau had always talked about us getting married and settling down in Mobile, which was fine with me as long as we weren’t too close to his parents. His mom is a little overbearing.

A few weeks back Beau was promoted to head of marketing and research for the family shipping company. “His prospects were good” as my daddy would have said.

Jamming to the music, I thought of our date that night. I turned the volume down and slid my finger across the screen of my phone.
Come on, Peggy. I need advice on what to wear
I thought to myself as I scrolled down to my best friend’s number. Peggy and I had been friends for as long as I could remember.

Her voicemail answered. “Hey, this is Peggy Sue. Leave me a message and I’ll call you back.”

Dammit!
Pressing the end button, I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat and continued my drive to Beau’s.

Turning left onto Dauphin Street, I shifted the car into second and turned the radio back up. I wanted to finish singing to my favorite song.

Fumbling in the passenger seat, I picked up my phone and tried to call Peggy one last time. She still didn’t answer. Sliding my finger on the screen, I pulled up Beau’s number to give him a call, letting him know I was almost there.

His phone also went to voicemail. “You know who you called. Leave a message.” Frustrated again, I tossed my phone on the seat again and turned the radio up louder.

Pulling off Dauphin Street onto Beau’s family property is like taking a step back in time. Coming from old money, his family has always been able to afford the finer things in life. Massive old growth trees dot the front yard on either side of the walkway.

Inching the car forward, I parked in my normal spot and noticed an extra car—one I couldn’t remember having seen there before. Gathering my things, I locked the car and headed toward the massive stairs leading to the home of the love of my life.

Knocking on the door a few times, I got no response. I called out. “Hello? Beau?”

I knocked on the door one more time, hard enough to rattle the old brass knocker. “Hello?”

I decided to let myself in. Stepping inside, I kicked off my shoes while setting my purse down on the chair next to the door.

“Hello?” I called out again, walking toward the kitchen. “Beau? Anyone?”

And that’s when I heard the music and laughter. A vaguely familiar female laugh, and the distinctive laugh of Beau.

Following the sounds of soft rock music—shitty music at that—I quietly walked up the stairs toward Beau’s room. The giggling and music got louder as I inched closer to his room.

Stopping at his room, I peeked through the crack in the door. Blonde hair tossed through the air, followed by a giggle as a girl was thrown on the bed.

“You ready for this? You’ve been such a good girl,” Beau said as he leaned down to kiss her. She giggled and threw her arms and legs around his naked body.

I stood there for what seemed like an eternity watching Beau fuck this blonde as she panted and moaned, demanding more. “Please, Beau,” she begged.

Shifting on my feet, shocked with the realization of who it was who was banging my man, I bumped the door and it creaked open. Beau and Peggy both froze as they turned toward the door.

“Faith,” Beau muttered.

“Hi, all.” I gave a small wave, not sure what else to do.
Hold it together, Faith. Don’t break down now.
“I thought I’d stop by before I went to get ready for our date.”

Peggy slid off Beau, covering herself with the blanket. “Faith, I…“

I raised my hand to stop her. “I don’t want your excuses right now. I really don’t.” I looked her straight in the face. “You’re supposed to be my best friend.” The tears started to flow.

“Faith, baby,” Beau said, covering himself with the sheet as he got up and advanced toward me. “I’ll explain everything.”

“Don’t touch me!” I threw my hands up, backing down the hall away from him. “I don’t want to hear her excuses, and I sure as hell don’t want to hear yours either!”

Backing into a table, I knocked over a vase full of flowers. Turning to look at the mess, I looked back at Beau and ran toward the stairs.

“Faith, please. Wait,” Beau yelled after me.

I took the stairs two at a time trying to get away as fast as I could. I grabbed my purse and shoes as I burst through the front door.

***

I wander through my childhood home, through the kitchen into the living room, and finally stop in the family room.

Standing in front of the fireplace, I pick up a family picture, a snapshot from when I was only six months old. Looking at how happy my parents were makes me wonder if I’ll ever have that, if I will ever feel what they felt for each other. I thought I’d found that in Beau, but he showed me no man should ever be trusted.

I set the picture back in its spot, hoping that Daddy won’t notice that it was moved. That is one thing about my father—he is a simple man, but very proud of his family and his home. Both had to be clean and proper at all times. We were told as children, “Cleanliness is next to godliness.” Not fully understanding what that meant, I would just shrug it off.

Making sure I have everything I need, I pull my bag on my shoulder and pull a pen out of my purse, grabbing a piece of paper from the coffee table.

Guys,

I know you’ll be wondering where I’m at, but know that I’m okay. I’ll call when I can—I just need some time away.

Always,

Faith Anne

I take one last look around, savoring memories of happy times in this house. Smiling to myself, remembering the time I fell down the stairs as a child, and then getting yelled at just a few years ago for sliding down the banister.
Oh, the good times
.

With a heavy sigh, I turn toward the front door. Grabbing the knob makes me realizes it might be the last time I see this place. But I’m sure I’ll come home. Sooner or later you always go home, right?

Taking a deep breath, I walk out the front door.

Well, here’s to a new life with new beginnings, and new temptations. No more expectations, no more broken promises, and no more broken hearts.