BEFORE THE PATCH – book one (A Devil Call MC Book)

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Author: Ana W. Fawkes
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I
held back against my own will. The rest of the clubhouse was alive and
bustling. And by that, I meant not just drinking, but the pool tables were
being used as places to enjoy the company of women. There were two women on the
pool table, knees bent, legs spread. Maxen was down on one of them with Buzzy
standing at the other, watching as she touched herself.
    Just another day in the life of
Devil Call MC.
    The entire place stunk of filth,
sex, and even drugs. Something about the place didn ’ t feel right anymore. We were on a cliff and we
were slipping …
    Nash took Jasmine into the room
where the guys met at the table. It was supposed to be for MC use and nothing
more.
    The first slap made me jump. Then
came a second, and a third. I rushed forward, needing to save Jasmine. Whether
she liked to get slapped around or not didn ’ t
fucking matter. This was bullshit.
    I was an inch from the door when a
hand grabbed me.
    I turned and saw Gabel eyeing me. “ Don ’ t. ”
    “ He ’ s …”
    “ Don ’ t. ”
    I heard another slap, followed by a
crying sound.
    “ She ’ s in pain, ” I said.
    “ It ’ s his old lady, ” Gabel said. “ Back off, Layne. ”
    I turned and faced him. I grabbed
Gabel by the shirt and pulled him close. “ Don ’ t ever tell me to back off. You
want to follow blindly? ”
    “ Follow
what? ”
    I pushed Gabel away and then went
to the bar. A prospect hurried to get me a beer. And I sat there, waiting for the
door to open. To see what Nash had done to Jasmine. Like it actually mattered.
I was suddenly jealous of Talon. He was at a bar right now, drinking and
probably eyeing someone up to take for a ride for the night.
    And here I was, caring about
something that didn ’ t
matter to me.
    The door finally opened and Nash
came out, wiping blood off his lip.
    “ You
okay? ” I asked.
    Nash slammed the door shut, but not
before I caught sight of Jasmine with her pants and neon green thong down to
her ankles, bent over the table, her ass red raw.
    “ All
good, ” Nash said as he
slammed the door.
    “ She
smack you? ”
    “ Yeah.
I told her to. Gets me in the mood. ”
    “ You
two are made for each other, ” I said.
    “ Yeah,
right. Now if I could get her to stop fucking other guys …”
    “ Maybe
you should introduce her to girls then, ” I said with a grin. “ That
could work double for you. ”
    Nash bellowed a laugh and put an
arm around me. “ Fucking
Layne. You ’ re something.
Hey, where ’ s Talon? ”
    “ Went
for a drink. ”
    “ Fuck
him then, ” Nash said. “ Didn ’ t like what I asked, huh? ”
    I shook my shoulder away. “ Nash, it ’ s not our business …”
    Nash made a fist and pounded the
bar. “ It ’ s your business if I say so. Got
that? ”
    “ Sure, ” I said.
    I hurried away from the bar and
went outside. I needed to take a breath and get the fuck out of the clubhouse.
There was nothing like hearing the wet sounds of Maxen slurping at some chick
and Buzzy groaning as he stroked himself to the sight of a woman playing with
herself.
    Yeah, the MC had its wild moments
of complete debauchery. And why not? We were the muscle in Brocke. We were the
law, the power, the outlaws that kept the town alive. But all that seemed to be
more of a dream anymore.
    As I finished my beer, Jagg came
walking up to me. He finished off a cigarette and threw the butt to the ground,
sending it bouncing and embers scattering.
    “ Fucking
hell in there, ” I said.
    “ Yeah, ” Jagg said. He put a leg up on a
chair and ran a hand through his hair. “ Getting
worse, Layne. Nash is out of his skull. ”
    “ I
agree with that, ” I said.
    “ So
what do we do? ”
    I looked at Jagg. “ What the fuck are you talking
about? ”
    “ You
want to get whacked someday, Layne, trying to pull some guy ’ s cock out of Jasmine ’ s ass? ”
    I didn ’ t respond. I didn ’ t
need to. Nobody wanted that job. That was prospect work. Not patched in guys.
Fuck, we should

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