Irish
(Devil’s Boneyard MC) by Harley Wylde
Irish – I met a girl years ago, one who had me spellbound despite her young age. I’d kept my distance, knowing it was so damn wrong to be attracted to her, but looking in her eyes I could tell she had an old soul. Now she’s back and all grown up, so what did I do? Something stupid. I kissed another woman. When I hear that Janessa’s been hurt, it feels like someone has ripped out my heart. Whatever it takes, I’ll make it up to her, and I will get justice for her one way or another.
WARNING: Contains some violence and situations some may find
uncomfortable. There’s hot melt your e-reader sex, a very determined woman, and
a dirty talking biker who will protect her at all costs.
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Wylde
Irish
Fuck me! I hadn’t seen
Janessa Rodriguez in so damn long. It still blew my mind that she’d walked into
the Devils’ clubhouse. I felt like a complete and utter shit for hurting her
the way I had, but it was the right thing to do. If her dad even thought I’d
looked at his little girl with any kind of interest, I’d be a dead man. Even
though I’d kissed the slut sitting on my lap, after Janessa had walked out, I’d
dumped the woman on the floor. I was disgusted with myself.
The years had been
really fucking good to her. She still had a pretty olive complexion and dark
hair that looked so damn soft. She’d sprouted breasts that were more than a
handful since the last time I’d seen her, and hips that screamed she was
definitely all woman now. All it had taken was one look and I’d been hard as
hell, and not for the woman who had been in my lap.
Janessa had been gone a
few hours now, and I figured she was back home where she belonged. I closed my
eyes, trying to block out the image of her standing in the doorway, all those
gorgeous curves. But it was the look of anguish in her eyes that would haunt me
forever. I hadn’t been a saint a day in my life. After meeting the Reaper’s
daughter, I’d felt like I was in a downward spiral. She’d been just a kid, a
teenager, and my reaction to her had sickened me. So I’d started screwing any
woman who offered. Now I was wishing I hadn’t done that.
I’d never counted on her
showing up here in Devils’ territory. It had been five years, and I knew she
was a grown-ass woman now, but I’d figured her daddy would have her locked up
somewhere secure. Away from men like me. Hell, he might have even asked a
Reaper to marry her just to keep her safe. Did he even know she’d come here?
She had to have been looking for me. I just didn’t understand why. Yeah, she’d
plagued my thoughts since the day I’d met her, but surely she hadn’t been
waiting for me all this time. Had she? I’d known when she turned eighteen
because my VP had made sure I was aware. Maybe he’d thought she’d be the one to
tame me, or had just hoped for some sort of reaction. I hadn’t made it a secret
that I didn’t plan to settle down. Even knowing she was legal, I’d not had the
courage to go after her, though, and had kept my distance. Now I was
second-guessing that decision.
The clubhouse doors flew
open and Scratch came inside. He never showed up on party nights, not since
settling down with his wife and kids. The look on his face told me something
was seriously wrong, and all my brothers went on alert. But he ignored every last
one of them and came to me. I just couldn’t tell if he wanted to hit me, or
console me.
“We need to talk,”
Scratch said. “Somewhere quiet.”
“Something wrong, VP?” I
didn’t think I’d screwed up lately. Well, other than hurting Janessa.
“Church. Now.”
His tone demanded I
obey. I followed Scratch to the back of the clubhouse and through the double
doors at the end of the hall. I took a seat and Scratch leaned against the
opposite wall, staring at me with his arms folded and a fierce look in his
eyes.
“Did I do something?” I
asked.
“There’s been an
accident.”
I sat up straighter.
“Clarity? The kids?”
The VP had an awesome
wife and kids, and any one of us would lay down our lives for them. But if
Clarity were in trouble, I didn’t think Scratch would be standing in front of
me.
He shook his head. “My
family is fine. This isn’t about me, son. It’s about you.”
“I don’t understand. You
know I don’t have any family here, except the Devils. What’s going on?”
Scratch rubbed at his
beard, then sat down in his usual seat. “A blue truck was found along the road
heading out of town. It had gone off the road and crashed into a tree. The
driver isn’t in good shape, but there are signs that something else happened.”
I still didn’t have a
clue what he was talking about. I didn’t know anyone with a blue truck. I
wished he’d just tell me what the hell was going on. The suspense was going to
drive me crazy.
“The truck had a Harley
Davidson sticker on the back. And Alabama plates,” he said.
My gut clenched and I gripped the table. The only person I knew who had been in
this area with Alabama tags would have been Janessa.
“The Highway Patrol
called Cinder, but he didn’t answer, so they tried me next. They thought maybe
the driver was related to someone at the club. They found a wallet in a purse.
What I want to know is what the fuck Janessa Rodriguez was doing in Devils
territory unannounced, and why didn’t someone tell me she was here?”
Oh, God. It suddenly
hurt to breathe.
“Janessa,” I said, my
voice cracking. “Is she… will she be okay?”
“Someone beat that poor
girl half to death, ripped up her clothes…”
I couldn’t help it. I
leaned over and threw up.
“She wasn’t sexually
assaulted,” Scratch said, “if that’s what you’re thinking. The assholes did
piss on her, though. Cut her up, beat her all to hell. They’re hoping to run
DNA and figure out who did this to her, but if they aren’t in the system, then
it won’t do much good. In the meantime, they haven’t been able to contact her
next of kin.”
My heart felt like
someone was trying to rip it from my chest. I stood and pulled my keys from my
pocket. “I’m going to see her,” I said.
“Son, the only reason I
can think of for that little girl to be here at all was to come see you. What
the fuck happened? Why was she on a road headed south and not going back home?
Or an even better question, why the fuck wasn’t she with you?”
South? I didn’t know.
I’d seen how devastated she was when she’d left, and it was my fault. I’d done
that to her. I’d thought she’d go home, get on with her life and find some guy
her dad would approve of, maybe go off to college or some shit.
“She came here,” I said.
“I didn’t talk to her. I was… I was with someone. A club slut. She saw the two
of us and she left.”
Scratch cursed and
leaned back in his chair. “When Tex wants to remove your balls, I’m not
standing in his way. That was a shitty thing to do, Irish, and you damn well
know it. That girl was completely hung up on you from the moment she laid eyes
on you. Hell, anytime I go see my daughter and grandkids, she still asks about
you, even though you never went after her when she turned eighteen.”
I hadn’t known that.
Yeah, he’d brought up Janessa from time to time, but I hadn’t known that she’d
asked about me, still thought about me. I’d figured when she turned eighteen and
I kept my distance that she’d move on. Scratch had only brought her up in
passing after that point, almost as if he were feeling me out, but I hadn’t
understood why. Until now.
“She’s at the county
hospital. You know I have to call the Reapers, right?” he asked.
“Just… give me enough
time to see her. Wait twenty minutes before you call. I know it’s a lot to ask,
but I need to make things right with her. Is she awake?”
“No. She was unconscious
when they found her, and when I got the call, she hadn’t woken yet. You need to
prepare yourself. From what I hear, it’s pretty bad.”
I gave a quick nod, then
stood up. I stared down at the puke on the floor but Scratch waved me off.
“I’ll have a Prospect
clean that up. Go see your woman and hope you don’t have to say goodbye while
you’re there,” he said. “And, Irish?”
I met his gaze.
“Despite what you think,
that girl is your woman. Don’t fuck it up again.”
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Harley
Wylde is the international bestselling author of the Dixie Reapers MC and
Devil’s Boneyard MC series. When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the
better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them.
If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then
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