INSIDE BROKEN (A Devil Call MC Book) (Talon & Everly Book One) (Devil Call MC - Talon & Everly 1) (2 page)

3.

(Talon)

The guys were big, but they were
fucking stupid. They thought this was a done deal. But what they didn
’
t know is that I wasn
’
t meant to be dead. Not yet. And
not like this. If I was going to go down, it would be something quick and easy
or something big. Not getting shanked to death in the bowels of a fucking
prison.

There was a pipe above my head. I
pretended to struggle with the keys and the cuffs, calling out for help. If I
showed weakness, it turned these pieces of shit on. They fed on fear, real or
fake.

I jumped up and grabbed the pipe
with one hand. My other hand was closed around the handcuff key. The two men
still came at me. I kicked the taller one with my right foot. I connected with
his jaw and blood sprayed from his face. He turned and yelled. The other guy
stabbed at me with the shank. He cut my leg, but I ignored the pain. I swung my
foot again and kicked the second man in the face. He stumbled back but kept his
focus on me. I let go of the pipe and then fumbled with the fucking cuff key.
The man came at me and I ran at him, shoulder down. I hit him in the gut and
drove him back until he crashed into a wall.

The thud was sick and he went down
hard. When I turned, the taller guy was lunging at me, blood all over his face.
He stabbed him and dropped to my knees. His weapon hit the wall and broke. I
threw my shoulder into this leg. There was a gross snapping sound.

I busted his fucking kneecap.

I then ran a couple feet away and
got the key into the cuff and twisted it.

Boom. One wrist free. The second
one was easier and I dropped the cuffs to the ground.

Now it was a little more even in
this fight.

I ran to the guy I had smashed into
the wall. He was woozy and looked dazed. I grabbed him by the hair and started
to slam his head off the wall. Each thud echoed around me. I grunted each time
I did it, wanting it to be harder, faster, and more painful. Fuck this guy for
thinking he could touch me. And fuck whoever set this thing up to try and knock
me off.

When I let the guy go, he slid to
the side and fell. There was blood everywhere.

The bigger guy was on the ground,
holding his knee. He looked at me, crying. Fucking tears rolling down his
cheeks. He tried to back himself up, wanting to get away from me.

“
No,
”
he whispered.
“
I
’
m
sorry. Okay? I was told
…”

“
Shut
up,
”
I growled.

I walked to the guy and put my
right foot on his knee. He let out a painful cry as I applied pressure. I put
my left foot on his knee and balanced myself on it. He screamed and nobody
heard him. The screams echoed like beautiful music to my fucking ears.

The guy continued to scream until I
kicked him once with my left foot. His head and neck snapped to the side and he
was out. Maybe dead. Maybe out cold. Who gives a fuck though? The fight was
done.

I turned and walked back to the
handcuffs. I reached down and picked them up.

“
Come
here,
”
I said.
“
Right now.
”

The guard who had brought me here
slowly came forward. He had his club in one hand and his gun in the other.

“
Look
at me, Talon,
”
he said.
“
You can
’
t fucking touch me. You get that, right?
”

I smiled. I was standing with no
weapon and yet this prison guard was afraid of me. That was the power I loved.
It was as good as pussy. It was as good as a mouth wrapped around my dick. It
was what I thrived on and was what kept me alive while serving my time. And the
power would be the thing that I would take and hold when I got out of here.
Devil Call MC would be mine again and things would be righted.

I took the key out of the cuffs and
tossed it to the guard. He jumped and dropped his club as he caught the key. He
kept the gun pointed at me. Instead of attacking the guard, I simply put the
handcuffs back on my wrists. I snapped them shut and walked toward the guard.

“
If
I wanted to fucking kill you, you
’
d
already be dead,
”
I said.
“
Now take me back to my cell.
”

The guard tucked his gun away and
grabbed his club off the ground. He lined up the point of it to my stomach and
took a quick shot. I groaned and fell to my knees, the wind knocked out of me.
He grabbed my hair and forced me to look up at him.

“
How
the fuck did you pull that off?
”
he asked me.

“
Because
I
’
m not meant to die yet,
”
I said.
“
Tell me more about your daughter.
”

The guard tucked his club away and
pulled out his gun. He put it to my forehead. It wasn
’
t the first time a gun had been put to my head. It
wouldn
’
t be the last. And
it certainly didn
’
t fucking
scare me.

“
I
said she
’
s pregnant,
”
the guard said.

“
I
’
d fuck a pregnant chick. Aren
’
t they extra horny when they
’
re knocked up?
”

“
I
’
ll fucking kill you right now.
”

I smiled again.
“
Pull the trigger and see what happens.
You need me alive because you need the business. Sorry you lost this fight.
Never forget the power of Devil Call MC.
”

The guard gritted his teeth. He put
his gun away and then grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my feet. I kept
that shit eating grin on my face, knowing it drove him crazy. See, the thing
was simple. He couldn
’
t
kill me. The backlash would take down the prison. There would be no covering it
up either. Not with the other two guys behind that I took care of.

So the guard had to suck up his
pride. He led me back to my cell and threw me inside. He slammed the door and I
turned and stuck my wrists out. He unlocked the cuffs and then grabbed me by
the wrists, pulling me to the bars.

“
Don
’
t think you
’
re any better than any of us in
here,
”
he growled.
“
Just because I carry a fucking
gun and have keys doesn
’
t
mean I
’
m not in prison.
”

“
I
’
m sorry about that,
”
I said.
“
You need to get your escape plan together then.
”

The guard let me go and walked
away.

Behind me, Mutt let out a loud
snore. The fucking guy did nothing but eat, sleep, and fight. I hated that he
was on the top bunk. I always feared his fat ass would break the bed and he would
come crashing on top of me.

I lifted my mattress and grabbed a
notebook. I liked to write shit down when it happened. It was always a good
feeling to get some kind of release. Whether it be the comfort of a woman
’
s sex or a pen gliding across a
piece of paper, all men needed a release.

The problem here was that if one of
the guards got ahold of what I wrote, it could cause a little trouble. So I had
to be smart about it. My thoughts were best kept in my mind. But when I did get
them out, I had to have them properly destroyed.

I leaned back on my bed, my back
against the wall. My right side throbbed like a  motherfucker. I hoped to hell
I wasn
’
t going to to end up
pissing blood. Then again, it could always be worse.

I opened the notebook and let my
thoughts out. The fucking setup was a joke. Whoever was behind it thought they
could easily take me down like that. Two guys against one did nothing to me.
That guard was better off killing me himself and claiming there was a fight.
But without proof, it was just words. Money, drugs, and pussy made men do crazy
things. And seeing some of the pieces of shit flowing through the prison made
me realize that the outside world had fallen apart a little more than I thought
it would with me gone. I needed to get the hell out of here and get damn
control of things.

When I finished writing, I slid
forward and ripped the page from the notebook. I read it to myself once and
then stood up. I grabbed Mutt by his shoulder and shook him. He stirred for a
few seconds before opening his eyes and looking at me.

“
Hungry,
big guy?
”
I asked.

Mutt rolled to his side and sat up.
He then moved to the edge of the bed and slid down. His feet hitting the
concrete was like damn thunder. He grabbed the piece of paper from my hand and
rolled it up.

“
Thanks,
”
he said.

Mutt then put the paper into his
mouth and walked to the small sink in our cell. He turned on the water and let
his hands fill with water. That
’
s
how he did this. He fucking ate everything I wrote. And I mean that literally.
Some guys have an addiction to booze or drugs, but Mutt
’
s was eating. And he ate anything he could. He once
ate the stuff out of a pillow for the hell of it.

Since becoming my cell buddy, we
’
d gotten as close as I
’
d allow. That meant we talked
little and he ate pages out of my notebook when I needed him to do so. My
promise to him was protection once I got out. Not that he needed protection
because he was a beast of a guy, but it was always nice to know someone was
looking out for your back. I also promised him an extra meal each day. I
’
d pull some strings and make
sure Mutt was happy and fed. The guy was doing two life sentences for killing
his mother and father. Some might judge, but not me. If I had the chance, I
would have killed my parents. That
’
s
just how life rolls sometimes.

Mutt turned and swallowed. He wiped
his mouth and gave a nod.
“
That
was good.
”

“
How
do you shit that out?
”

“
Like
I shit anything else. I sit. I shit. I wipe.
”

I laughed.
“
I think I
’
m
going to miss you, Mutt.
”

“
Yeah,
I
’
ll probably miss you too.
”

“
Wish
I could get you out of here. You
’
d
do good with the club.
”

“
I
’
m not meant for living out
there,
”
Mutt said.
“
My purpose of life was filled
already.
”

“
Killing
your parents?
”

Mutt approached me and put a hand
to my shoulder.
“
You all
look at me and think
he killed two people
…
but the way I look at it is I saved a
lot more than two people from getting hurt. The ends and means and all that
bullshit.
”

“
You
’
re like a preacher in here,
”
I said.
“
Smart mind.
”

“
Yeah,
something like that. I
’
m
going back to sleep. Wake me up if you write something else. I could use
another page.
”

That was the closest thing to humor
Mutt had to offer. He climbed back up to the top bunk and was back asleep in a
minute. I walked to the cell door and stood there. I gripped the cold, hard
bars and looked out and around.

Fucking prison.

House these people but not their
pain, their urges, their fears, and their desires. For me, nothing could stop
what I was meant to do. Unless you put a knife or a bullet through my heart, I
’
d keep coming at you. Death was
the ultimate match to meet. And even then, faced with death, I
’
d keep fighting.

Plus, I was less than twenty-four
hours from getting out of prison. My freedom was waiting. My power was out
there, too. My club. I knew there were messes waiting, but I didn
’
t know how much or how big. But
the burning thought on my mind was finding a woman to take care of my needs.
And then figure out why the fuck I was set up to be killed on my last day in
prison.

4.

(Everly)

The morning came and went in a
blur. I woke up in another bed and felt horrible from the second my eyes
opened. Gabel wasn
’
t in bed
with me, thankfully, or else he would have wanted to fuck me again. With him
gone, it told me that he was no longer in need of me. His lack of interest
meant I was the same person as I was the day before.

I rolled out of bed and found my
pants and shirt. I at least had enough dignity to sleep with a bra and panties
on. Hell, I doubt I even took my bra off at all the night before. These guys
weren
’
t interested in
foreplay. They didn
’
t care
about touching, caressing, kissing. They liked to fuck or get fucked. Simple as
that. Their lives were on a string. No matter how tough and cool Devil Call MC
looked on their motorcycles or as they stood side by side as a wall of danger,
they were all merely holding onto seconds. Because soon enough someone would
try to kill them. And eventually, someone would actually complete the job. That
’
s just how the life went. If
that
’
s one thing I learned
quickly about being around bikers it was that they didn
’
t look at the world with the same set of eyes as those
outside the club did. It was about outlaw survival and outlaw justice.

Scary but sexy all at the same
time.

I crept out of Gabel
’
s room and made it a few steps
down the hall when another door opened. Buzzy came walking out with a cigarette
hanging from his lips. It was lit, but he didn
’
t
take a drag on it. Buzzy started to clap for me.

“
Fuck
off,
”
I said.

“
Fuck
me,
”
he said.

I walked by him and pushed at his
chest.
“
Not in your wildest
dreams.
”

Buzzy laughed.
“
I
’
ll
get you later, sweet ass.
”

I threw the finger and started to
walk faster.

There really wasn
’
t much privacy in the clubhouse
unless you were patched in and given a room. Or you were claimed and could
share a room. The guys who weren
’
t
patched in slept wherever they passed out. The other women did the same thing.
If you were lucky enough to fuck someone the right way, you could use their
shower before getting the fuck out of the way.

I went to the end of the hall and
looked right. Down that way at the very end was Talon
’
s room. I bit my lip, thinking of his sexy picture
I had seen. The important guys in the MC had a room where they met to discuss
business. I only saw the room once before. But as I stood there, I thought
about what had happened yesterday. Alec getting shot to death. Gabel and Layne
arguing. The news that Talon had been murdered in prison. Nothing about it felt
right. It bothered me a little and I didn
’
t
know why. Maybe because since coming there for protection the allure of Talon
had grown. He was something mysterious and something even more powerful. It
drove me wild to imagine him somehow having command from a prison cell.

But now he was dead.

So what would happen?

I took a step to the right. I
started to walk down the hall, feeling weird doing so. The intrigue was killing
me inside though. When I got to the door, I touched the knob with a shaking
hand. Slowly, I turned the knob and pushed at the door. It opened enough that I
could see inside. Everything was still there that made it a room. On the wall
to the right, there was some kind of board with pictures on it. I caught sight
of Talon again. One of the pictures was of Talon sitting on his motorcycle
without a shirt on. It damn near stopped my heart. I could see the cuts of
muscle from where I stood. I could see the tattoos on his shoulders and nowhere
else. My gosh, it was fucking sexy as hell.

I wanted to touch the picture.
Hell, I wanted to lick the picture.

I made it one step when a hand
grabbed my shoulder and pulled.

“
Lose
your way?
”

I spun around and Layne stood there
staring down at me.

“
No,
”
I said.
“
I
…”

“
You
smell like hell,
”
Layne
said.

“
Gabel,
”
I whispered.

Layne shook his head.
“
That
’
s wrong, Everly. Just so fucking wrong.
”
He then offered a half smile.
“
What the fuck are you doing
trying to get into Talon
’
s
room?
”

“
Just
curious,
”
I said.
“
If he
’
s dead
…
wasn
’
t sure
…”

“
That
’
s club business,
”
Layne said.
“
We have decisions to make. Right
now, you have to take a shower. Come to my room. You can use my shower.
”

The words made me warm over. I
loved it when Layne offered that sense of protection to me. I followed him down
the hallway. His room was the exact opposite of Talon
’
s. I could see Layne
’
s
door from Talon
’
s door. I
don
’
t know why but it had a
crazy feeling about it.

Layne opened his door and ushered
me inside. He shut the door and locked it. For a split second, I caught myself
having a wild fantasy. One where Layne grabs me and throws me to the bed. As
hard as he could. So hard that it would hurt. But then he
’
d kiss every possible inch of my
body and there would never be the existence of pain again. Just pleasure. From
his mouth, his tongue, his body. His everything.

But that wasn
’
t Layne
’
s style.

“
You
have clothes?
”
he asked.

“
Of
course. My bag is still here, right?
”

“
In
the closet, yeah.
”

I opened the closet and my bag was
right where I left it. Part of me wondered if Layne would sneak a pair of my
panties and use them to pleasure himself. Thinking it made me blush.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Such dumb thoughts to have.

But I kind of knew what was wrong
with me.

I wanted to be touched. I didn
’
t want to just be used. I didn
’
t mind getting fucked, but I
wanted to feel something with it.

I grabbed the entire bag and
turned.

Layne was inches away.

“
Hey,
”
I said.

“
I
have to ride somewhere,
”
he
said.
“
I want you to come
with me. You don
’
t need to
linger around the clubhouse.
”

“
Why
not?
”

“
Because
I fucking said so,
”
Layne
said.
“
Got it?
”

I backed down and nodded. There was
no arguing with Layne. He said what he had to say and you damn listened.

He then pointed to the bathroom and
gave a nod.
“
Hurry.
”

I walked to the bathroom and
purposely left the door open. Face it, I was so horny, anything could set me
off. And the fact that Layne was the only man in this clubhouse that showed me
some kind of care and emotion, it was easy to feel like I loved him. I know I
didn
’
t love him, but it was
good to feel that way. It took away the distraction of who I was and where my
life was going.

I stripped down to my bra and
panties. I then turned and walked from the bathroom. Layne stood at his bed,
his leather cut on the bed open. There was an array of weapons on the bed as he
was cleaning or setting them up. I don
’
t
know.

“
Layne?
”
I asked.

He looked up, his eyes scanning my
body for a second.
“
What?
”

“
Towel?
”

“
Yeah,
sorry.
”

Layne walked to his closet. I
reached back and unsnapped my bra. I let it fall open. My breasts pushed
forward and I slid the bra to the floor. My heart was racing as I put my hands
to my sides.

What are you fucking trying to
prove, Everly?

I was soaking wet in my panties.
Between thinking of that picture of Talon on his motorcycle and being in the
same room with Layne, my body was on fire. Intensely on fire.

Layne walked back to me. I met his
eyes with mine. I waited for him to look at my bare chest, but he didn
’
t. He tossed me the towel and I
caught it.

“
Don
’
t use up all the hot water,
”
he said.

Layne was such a dick. But a
beautiful dick at that.

Frustrated, I went back to the
bathroom and slammed the door. I stripped out of my panties, feeling them
clinging to my wetness. I got into the shower and let the hot water pour all
over me. I washed away the day before and the night with Gabel. At least with
Gabel, he was a
one-two-come
kind of guy. A couple thrusts and he
’
d be done.

I washed my hair, my body, but I
couldn
’
t wash my mind. My
thoughts wouldn
’
t stop, so
I just had to live with it.

I turned off the water and I opened
the shower curtain. There stood Layne with the towel in his hand. He had his
leather cut on and seemed bigger. I let out a scream and grabbed the towel. I
opened it and wrapped it around my naked body. The entire time, Layne kept his
eyes locked to mine.

Why won
’
t you fucking look at me?
Why won
’
t you
fucking fuck me?

“
Get
dressed,
”
Layne said.
“
There
’
s shit going down. I
’
m
waiting for a phone call about Talon. We
’
re
going to have to pick him up.
”

“
I
thought he was dead.
”

“
He
’
s part of this club. We don
’
t leave our dead behind.
Especially the man who was leading this club.
”

“
Why
do I have to go with you?
”

“
Do
you want to stay here?
”
Layne asked.
“
You want to
be at the mercy of the other guys? Feel free to sip whiskey and suck dick all
day then.
”

“
I
’
ll go with you,
”
I said.

Layne turned and left the bathroom.

It then occurred to me that I had
no idea Layne had been standing there. Better yet, how long had he been
standing there? Did he watch me shower? Did he watch me clean myself? I thought
about how I touched my body with my soapy hands. My tender breasts. My soft
center.

Holyshit
…

I was turned on again but couldn
’
t do a damn thing about it.

I got dressed and hurried to brush
my hair. It was a curly, frizzy mess. I remembered a time when I
’
d dye my hair different kinds of
brown and blondes, normal things women did I guess. Now, it was its natural
auburn color. The natural curls were a pain in the ass to deal with too.

When it was time to leave, Layne
took me by the hand and we left the clubhouse. Outside, there was a handful of
guys standing around. Most of them already had a beer in their hand. They were
smoking, all wearing sunglasses, all looking rough from the night before.

“
Layne,
what are we doing?
”
Buzzy
called out.

“
I
’
m going for a ride,
”
Layne said.
“
You all stay here. We have to
figure shit out today.
”

“
What
about yesterday?
”
Kade
asked. He had a scar running from his lip down his chin.
“
We lost one of our brothers.
”

“
I
was there,
”
Layne said.
“
I saw it.
”

“
What
the fuck then?
”
Kade called
out.

“
You
want to do something?
”
Layne asked.
“
Go up front
to the office and start doing some goddamn paperwork. How does that sound?
”

“
Sounds
like shit,
”
Kade said.

“
Then
shut your fucking mouth. Enjoy your beer and stay put. No bullshit until I get
back.
”

Layne started to walk again, his
hand tight around mine.

Another guy came running up to him.
It was a tall guy named Austin.

“
Hey,
brother, I
’
ve got some
information,
”
Austin said.

“
I
don
’
t want it right now. I
have my own to follow.
”