BEFORE THE PATCH – book one (A Devil Call MC Book) by Ana W. Fawkes Page B

have been
doing something that mattered for the MC.
    “ Fucking
hell, ” I growled. “ Jasmine put your fucking ass
down. ”
    “ No, ” Crash said. “ Leave it up, baby. Leave that
pussy right there for me. You don ’ t
mind a little blood, do you? ”
    “ No, ” Jasmine purred. “ Make me bleed, Crash. Fuck me
until I bleed. ”
    “ I ’ ll do that, ” Crash said. “ Just let me finish off these
fucking punks. ”
    I had to make a move and make it
count. My senses were in overdrive. There were two dead bodies outside. Layne -
my fucking best friend - had a shotgun to his neck.  (I knew he was ready to
shit himself, but he played it off cool and tough. That was always Layne ’ s style.) And if that wasn ’ t enough, Nash ’ s old lady was on the bed, pussy
showing to us all, gently rocking her hips, waiting for someone to take care of
her.
    “ Ready
to die? ” Crash asked Layne.
    That ’ s
when I knew Crash would never do it. Real men didn ’ t ask bitch questions like that. They just pulled
the trigger.
    It left me with one choice.
    I turned, put my shoulder into
Layne, and charged. Layne bumped into Crash. Layne then grabbed the shotgun and
pointed it up, and stayed with me as I drove both of them into a wall. We all
hit with a thud. Layne yelled and pushed back at me, not wanting to be on top
of a naked dude.
    Crash stood there, hesitating long
enough for me to grab the shotgun and keep it pointed up. Crash pulled the
trigger and a hole was blasted in the ceiling. Plaster rained down on us as
Jasmine let out a scream.
    I threw a punch and smacked Crash
in the nose. It exploded with blood and he let the shotgun go. I grabbed it and
tucked it under his chin. He shook his head.
    “ No … no … I fucked her … that was it … I would never …”
    I gritted my teeth.
    I had my orders in hand. Whether I
liked it or not, Nash was the fucking President of Devil Call MC. That meant I
had to listen. For now.
    I turned my head and pulled the
trigger.
    I dropped the gun and refused to
look at the spray of blood, skull, and brain on the wall and ceiling.
    I made fists and walked to Jasmine.
    “ Yeah,
Talon, please, ” she said. “ I ’ m
still …”
    I grabbed her by the ass, my
fingers digging into her skin. Fuck, if I just pulled her back a little … I could unzip my jeans and take
my cock out …
    “ No, ” I growled.
    I pushed and knocked her down on
the bed.
    I turned and looked at Layne. “ You okay, bro? ”
    “ Yeah.
I think his cock touched me. Fuck. ”
    “ Better
than taking a shotgun to the neck, right? ”
    “ Fair
enough. ”
    “ Take
her back to the clubhouse. Throw her at fucking Nash. ”
    I started to move toward the door.
    “ Talon? ” Layne called out. “ What are you doing? ”
    I looked back. “ I ’ m
going to get a drink and find someone to fuck. I don ’ t want to go near the clubhouse right now. ”
    I left the motel room and stepped over
the dead bodies - one hanging over the railing, the other halfway down the
steps, contorted - and walked to my ride. I fired up my motorcycle and was
gone. To do just as I said … to drink and to fuck.

 
    2.
     
    (Layne)
     
    “ Do
you have clothes? ” I asked
Jasmine after I took the rope off her wrists.
    She turned to her side, revealing
her big and fake breasts to me. She had both nipples pierced with loops,
something Nash said he ’ d
stick his fingers into and pull until she cried. That crazy shit I didn ’ t get. Fuck, I didn ’ t get anything right then. I
just had a shotgun to my neck and then had to tackle a naked dude into a wall.
    “ Come
on, Layne, ” Jasmine
whispered. “ It ’ s just us. Nobody would ever
know. I can ’ t help but
wonder what your dick looks like. Big and furry, I bet. Like your body. ”
    I curled my lip. “ Get dressed. We have to go. I ’ m sure the police will be here
soon. ”
    “ I
didn ’ t come yet, ” Jasmine said. She ran a hand
down to her breast and squeezed. Her hand