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Tangled in a

Web of Lies

Devil’s Bandits MC book 2

JayJay Novels by

Jesse Johnson

 

 

 

Copyright 2015 by Jesse Johnson, Tangled in a Web of Lies. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

 

Disclaimer

 

This book contains violence, substance abuse and dark sexual content that may be disturbing to some readers. If you are looking for a soft sweet love story, this is not the book for you.

 

 

 

Acknowledgements

I would like to say thank you to my sister, Amanda who encourages my writing, stays up late to read my pages, and does everything she can to help me make my dreams of becoming a famous author become real. And to Angie Martin for all the helpful pointers about writing and publishing, I would be lost without your advice. And lastly to Angel Dust, for making my trailer and helping me promote my work out of the goodness of your heart.

I would like to dedicate this book to all my Twisted Sisters, the girls who aren’t ashamed to admit they like dark, dysfunctional love stories.

 

 

Chapter 1

Crushed

Devil’s Cut

Odin makes good time when he drives alone. He can easily drive 20 hours only stopping for gas. He makes it all the way to Iowa by Sunday morning before he pulls into a rest stop to catch a few hours of sleep. When he wakes again, the sun is just coming up over the fields of corn he was driving through in the dark.

He gets out, stretching his legs and taking a piss. Then he’s on his way again. By nightfall, he’ll be in Chicago.  He drives with the window down, taking in the scenery of the leaves changing color. Autumn is a beautiful thing in the Northern part of the country.

The red leaves on the trees remind him of Lila, the way her red hair faded into a burgundy as the summer months went on. He enjoyed every weekend they’d spent together, and he can’t wait to be home with her again.

It’s all still new to him. Only once had he ever cared about a girl this way. But Daniella left him when she caught a real glimpse of what it meant to be a Devil’s

Bandit. She couldn’t handle the late nights, or the secrets and she became distant. Trying to fill the space between them, Odin had grown more and more possessive, trying too hard not to let her go. But he couldn’t bring himself to tell her how he felt. She left him for someone with more money.

It crushed him. Never did he think he’d find a girl who was willing to accept all there was to him. He never told Daniella about his past. He never talked about it with anyone. It’s something he is ashamed of, always fearing that people will turn their backs on him if they discover the truth. The unspeakable things he did still haunt him! So he keeps that part of himself hidden, and never allowing anyone access to his heart, knowing they’ll abandon him when his true colors shine through.

But Lila makes him feel different about all of it. It blows his mind that she can love him anyway. He shared all sorts of dark secrets with Lila over the summer. Somehow she had a way of justifying all his sick thoughts, and making him feel not so evil for having them.

Back in July, he’d taken her all the way up the mountain into Ballenger, and staked out a camp spot in the middle of nowhere. He played the guitar for her, in the light of the campfire after the sun had gone down. Her brown eyes glittered in the flame, and her fire like hair curled in a perfect frame around her. She was beautiful, and she was finally his. Her loyalty, her trust, her mind and her body they were all his. He tried not to waste too much time trying to figure out why she’d agreed to date him, even after he told her about getting aroused by some of the torturous things his father had made him take part in. Instead, he tried to just enjoy every minute she’d give him, and he did. Lila bravely let him do all kinds of things to her that he enjoyed.

That night, the moon and the stars shone bright in the clear sky, with no city lights to block them out. They had stayed up, cuddling in the bed of his truck, under the open sky on a pile of bedding. They’d opened up to each other a lot that night. She told him how growing up without a dad had affected her as a teenager. She said it made her feel hungry for male attention, and that she had started giving

blowjobs to boys in 7
th
grade. It would leave her feeling full of attention, but left a lot of holes in her self esteem as well.

“You’re not a whore for giving a few boys in school a blow job, Lila,” he’d told her, trying to soothe her. Her face was on his naked chest and he had the comforter pulled up just under her chin, shielding her naked body from the bugs in the air. Under the blanket his arm wrapped around her, holding her to him as his thumb gently rubbed her back.

“You want to know something fucked up,” he regretted the words the second he started. That same old fear of being rejected for his own thoughts made him uneasy.

“Whatever it is, it can’t be that bad,” she assured him, twining her fingers through his chest hair. He drew in a breath.

“Sometimes, I have nightmares about some of the things I saw when I was a teenager. My dad, he’d make me watch sometimes when he did stuff…”

“What kind of stuff?” She didn’t allow him to finish. He didn’t want to tell her. He didn’t want to ruin the perfect moment. But if he wanted to love her, and have her love him back, she had to know the truth. Eventually, she’d have to know all of it.

“He would--” his mouth went dry as he tried to bring himself to say the words out loud. “He would mutilate girls, skin different parts of their body. He especially enjoyed cutting them between the legs,” he barely got out the words. She could feel his heart racing in his chest with her face pressed against it.

“That’s fucking brutal,” she agreed, but she didn’t so much as cringe. He felt instant relief at her lack of a reaction, as her fingers continuously flicked over his chest affectionately. That’s what made her the perfect woman for him. All those years with Jaime had jaded her. She was able to justify almost anything. It was a blessing, and a curse.

“That’s not the most fucked up part. Sometimes when I wake from my dreams, I’m scared until I realize it was just a dream. I’m sweating, and I feel anxious. But other times,” he steadied his breathing, gathering the courage to share one of his more perverse secrets, “I wake up with a hard on. I have no idea why, I feel guilty as hell, but I have to beat off before I can go back to sleep.”

He froze as she lifted her head to look at him. His heart raced as he waited for a reaction he was sure would be bad.

“That is pretty fucked up!” Her eyebrows were raised, but she still lay pressed against him, and he detected a hint of a smile.

“I know,” he said ashamed, looking away from her.

“I played with myself while watching Marilyn Manson videos in high school.”It wasn’t nearly the same, but she was trying.

“Really?”

She’d caught his full attention with her own dirty confession.

“Yea, and I fingered myself while watching the
Texas Chainsaw Massacre
once also. And, I’ve had sex in a graveyard!”

His mouth fell open in surprise. He knew she was kinky, but hearing her self-proclaimed level of twistedness made his dick stiffen instantly.

“Does that make me a bad person?” she asked, her angel eyes staring up at him. His hard cock nudged against her.

“It is pretty fucked up.” He smiled ironically. This was not how he saw this conversation going, though he was more than happy about it as she reached for his cock, and grasped it tightly in her hand.

“I guess that makes two of us,” she said.

Just then he grabbed her hair, and leaned down to seal his lips over hers. Could she be any more perfect? He sunk his tongue inside her mouth, and her grip on his erection tightened and begun to move toward the base and back up again. He groaned in pleasure, feeling outright disgusting and proud of it for a change. Here, with his kinky little Lila who was rubbing his hard on, he wasn’t ashamed of his secrets. He let her go on, until he was throbbing with the need to be inside her.

“I want you baby,” he hissed through his clenched teeth as he buried his face in her neck. He ran a hand up her thigh and pressed a finger in between her cleft, tracing over her moist entrance before stroking her clit.

She moaned wildly.

“I want to be inside you.” He pressed a finger into her moist sex, rubbing gently to make room for his growing erection. She was warm, and wet. He gently ran his middle finger across her clit a few more times. Her grip on his cock tightened, moving heatedly up and down, driving him crazy.

He grabbed her hips, and pulled her onto him, so that her legs straddled his waist. He lifted her up, and eased into her slowly as he glided her back down. The sound of her moaning echoed into the emptiness of the country. It was primal, wild, and it sparked desire inside him. Not just for sex, what he wanted from her went so far beyond that.

The blanket fell down her back, exposing her perfectly tanned hourglass figure. He grasped her hips, pushing further until he was deep inside her. Her head fell back, taking all her curls behind her, leaving a perfect view of her breasts. She took him in completely, bracing herself with her hands on his chest as he fucked her. With each thrust of his hips, she moved back and slid down his cock. He tilted her hips back and forth, softly at first until she ground against him, begging for more.

She was captivating. Every inch of her body moving with his in a way that entranced him and made him feel secure. Her mouth fell open, and she gasped. He pictured her playing with herself while watching a horror flick. It awakened a dark sensation that started in his cock, quickly spreading like a fire, scorching every nerve as burned wildly through him.

“Fuck,” he growled as he continued pushing himself into her. Her nails dug into his chest as she took every inch of him greedily. Her tits bounced and her long curls tickled his chest when she threw her head forward. Her hips ground into his, riding him hard.

The need to cum grew unbearable as her body tensed around him.

“Cum for me, Lila. Show me who your body belongs to.”

He grabbed her by the hips, lifting her up. Then he pulled her down hard, slamming into her and she screamed, her body locking down on him. He repeated this again, and again, fucking her hard, dominating her even from beneath her.

She came hard, moaning wildly with no one around to hear her. Her body quickened, and before she had a chance to come down, he slipped a finger between them, pressing it against her swollen clit and rubbing.

“Fuck yes!” she screamed between harsh breaths.

She was dripping wet, warm and swollen around him. He buried himself in her, and she spread her legs, opening herself up to him. His slick finger massaged her, rolling over her clit.

He brought her closer to another orgasm, holding himself deep inside her while she rolled her hips back and forth. With his cock fully submerged in her, he pressed his finger against her clit, applying pressure so that she was held on the edge of an orgasm. Her mouth pressed into an ‘O’ shape, and she opened her eyes to stare down at him, wild with anticipation. His cock throbbed inside her thick with the need for release.

He held her there a moment, his finger pressed firmly against her, buried against her nerves. Her muscles tightened around him. He gazed up into her eyes, finding everything he’d ever wanted in a mate starring down at him.

Then he slammed into her hard, his finger rubbing furiously over her clit. She screamed his name, her warm liquid gushing all around him. His eyes shut as all his muscles strained under the intensity of his orgasm. He exploded inside her, releasing years of bottled up guilt and self hate. 

His body stiffened, and shuddered with aftershocks. She lay over him, gasping for air, and taking in cool fresh breaths of summer air. The noise of crickets and frogs in the distance filled the quietness.

He embraced her tightly, not wanting to let go of the only person he’d ever let inside his head. It was the greatest comfort he’d ever known, not having to be alone. Somehow she made him feel not guilty for his sick thoughts. She had a way of justifying his actions that made it easier not to hate himself.

He closed his eyes, still entwined with her. He’d admitted something he always thought made him a monster, and she’d embraced it. He thought she’d hate him, but there she was, still panting as she slowly fell asleep, nakedly pressed against him. 

He kissed her hair, and slowly drifted off.

 

It’s a little after 6pm Sunday evening when Odin arrives in Chicago. Running isn’t exactly what he had in mind for his weekend, but Fish had come to him with an urgent need for someone to take the route. Odin would rather have spent the weekend with Lila, instead of earning the extra cash, but Fish asked him as a favor.

When Lila called earlier to tell him Jaime was getting out of jail, it immediately struck him that this favor had foul play written all over it. Odin has a feeling they are going to vote on Jaime’s status as a member while he is away. It’s a shitty thing to do, but surely Micah and Cole will have his back at the meeting.

He convinced Lila to stay with Cole, at least he knows she’ll be safe there. Jaime has a lot of rage in him, and Odin doesn’t want Lila anywhere near him. The minute Odin pulls up to the house in Chicago, he’s in a hurry to get home already.

He sleeps for a few hours, hoping to make it out early, but things move slowly and he doesn’t get to leave until Monday night.

Tuesday afternoon, he misses a call from Lila while he’s stopped for gas in Colorado. As soon as he’s back on the road, he listens to her message, anxious to hear her voice tell him that she misses him. But instead the words that come through the phone bring total devastation.


Hey, it’s me. I’m calling to tell you that I want to break up. I realized that I didn’t get a chance after leaving Jaime to be alone, and I think it’s best if we go our separate ways. I know it’s kind of sudden, but I need some space. I need to do what’s best for me for once, and right now, that’s to be alone. We can talk about it later if you want to, but for now I just want some space to breathe. Bye.”

A sick and unnerving feeling twists his stomach and makes him feel nauseas. Four days ago, she told him that she loved him, and now she wants to leave him? What the Hell? What did he do? A million thoughts fill his head at once. He can hardly blame her for wanting to leave. He was amazed at the things she’d been willing to accept in the first place. But why now? Why so suddenly? What happened? Is she hurt?

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