DAMON: A Bad Boy MC Romance Novel Read Free

of Volanis men for so long, the election had become more of a formality than anything else. The Volanis men trained their firstborn sons to take up the helm. It was how things were. No one thought it would be better otherwise; except Jenner Surry.
    He’d gone so far as to burn down one of their own trailers – whether he knew that there was a child inside when he did it was a matter of some debate. And then he’d collaborated with a vicious biker gang, the Steel Dragons, to take down the gypsy’s marijuana business. It had resulted in a hell of a lot of trouble for everyone involved – and the kidnapping of Tricia Garland, who wasn’t really involved at all.
    Jenner had skipped town after that plan fell apart, and now even his own mother spat on the ground when his name was mentioned. The only people who wanted him were the police; there was a warrant out for his arrest, on counts of aiding and abetting, conspiracy, and arson. Even Baba Surry’s spirit could not have washed his own soul clean.
    Soon, the entire gypsy horde would take to the streets of Kingdom, carrying the casket to its final resting place. The trailer park was barely large enough to hold everyone. The three neat rows of trailers, set near the woods, had turned into a helter-skelter crowd of RVs, trucks, sedans and tents as relatives and kin poured in. Coffee and strong liquor passed amongst the mourners, some of whom elected to follow the tradition of not bathing or shaving during the mourning period – a tradition not well understood by the few gaje in attendance.
    Kim and Ricky James stood by their men: Kennick and Cristov, respectively. Damon, standing at a slight distance, admired, not for the first time, the poetry of their differences. Kim and Ricky were sisters, but their similarities ended there. Kim was voluptuous, with light auburn hair, deep blue eyes, and freckles that dotted across her nose like constellations. Ricky’s body was long and lean, and her hair was so blonde it almost looked white, while her eyes were so pale blue they could be grey at times. Her porcelain-white skin was clear, like milk.
    And their personalities were even less alike; Kim was mayor of Kingdom, and she had a good deal of tact, a rational mind, and a careful, quiet way about her. Ricky was a journalist who didn’t shy away from speaking her mind, regardless of the circumstances; her vernacular was far more colorful than Kim’s, too. She could be scatter-brained, was prone to losing things, listened to music at volumes that would lead to tinnitus, and was far more interested in poetry than politics. Damon liked them both equally, thought they were perfect matches for his brothers.
    Kennick, the rom baro, benefitted from Kim’s own leadership skills and business-oriented attitude, and vice-versa. He might not look like he was groomed to lead, with his long brown hair constantly looking tousled and his reddish beard often grown out past the time it needed trimming, but he was an excellent adjudicator, and he always put the kumpania before himself - except, perhaps, when it involved his wife.
    The people trusted him, and for good reason. His presence invited openness, honesty, and instilled confidence. It was all a result of being trained for the position from the moment he was born: as the eldest son of Pieter Volanis, the former rom baro, Kennick had always known his fate, and never tried to fight it.
    By contrast, Cristov was the youngest brother, and though he was bigger in stature than Kennick, he was far less restrained and way more volatile. His light blonde hair and clean-shaven face made him the most traditionally attractive of the brothers, but he’d always been the loneliest, too. Until Ricky. Damon had worried that the girl, who seemed to have even more screws loose than Cristov, would bring his brother down. Instead, they seemed to balance each other out, both of them able to save the other before things ever got too far.
    Theirs was a tumultuous