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  Breaking Locke

  Lawless MC Book 2

  K.C. Stone

  Contents

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Epilogue

  Breaking Locke

  This book is a complete work of fiction. The names, characters, and events are all products of the author’s imagination and in no way real. Any resemblance to places, people, or events is purely unintended.

  Breaking Locke. Copyright © 2020 by K.C. Stone. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used in articles or reviews. For information, contact K.C. Stone.

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  Cover Design: Charli Childs, Cosmic Letterz Cover Design

  Editing: Kim Lubbers, Knox Publishing

  Proofreading: Jackie Ziegler, Knox Publishing

  Formatting: E.C. Land, Knox Publishing

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  K.C STONE

  SERIES: LAWLESS MC

  Demanding Dom (Free Prequel)

  Rescuing Jules (Book #1)

  Breaking Locke (Book #2)

  ANTHOLOGIES

  Santa’s Naughty Helpers: A Christmas Themed Anthology

  COMING SOON FROM

  K.C. STONE

  SERIES: LAWLESS MC

  Reviving Ranger (Ranger & Missy)

  Viper’s Strike (Viper & Leah)

  Finding Freedom (Storm & Duke)

  Releasing Ramona (Smokey & Ramona)

  SERIES: DIAVOLO MAFIOSO

  Devil May Care (Book #1)

  Devil in Disguise (Book #2)

  Deal with the Devil (Book #3)

  Devil’s Playground (Book # 4)

  ANTHOLOGIES

  Sweet Treats: A Valentine’s Day Anthology

  No Man Left Behind: A Veteran Inspired Charity Anthology

  Just a warning, my playlist is a bit all over the place.

  Code Blue – The-Dream

  The Scientist - Coldplay

  Zombie – Bad Wolves

  The Hunted – The Rigs

  Heaven – Julia Michaels

  Capital Letters – Hailee Steinfeld

  Helium – Sia

  Drink Me – Michele Morrone

  For You – Rita Ora & Liam Payne

  (Basically, all the Fifty Shade soundtracks)

  Acknowledgments

  Knox Publishing. Thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to tell stories. Thank you for taking chances.

  Jessica & Kim. Thank you for all the hard work you ladies do. Without your patience and kindness, I would not be doing this today. Jessica, thank you for answering all my questions, even the stupid ones. Kim, thank you for combing through my story, making sure it is the best it could be.

  Ash and Em. You ladies are my girls. We lift each other up when we are down and have been through some of the hardest things in our lives but as long as we stick together, we can get through anything.

  To Michael, thank you for everything. Thank you for having faith in me and telling me that no matter what you believe in me and that you are proud of me, I am so glad I found you.

  To my kids, there is nothing in the world you can’t do, as long as you work hard and surround yourself with family and friends.

  To my readers, thank you for all the encouraging words. I hope you enjoy reading this series as much as I loved writing it.

  Trigger Warning

  This story deals with dark issues. If you have triggers with darker issues such as rape, human trafficking, etc., I suggest you proceed with caution. This story deals with emotional and physical torment and torture. Please take care when proceeding. (If you need more specifics, please contact me.)

  If only the world was a crystal ball and we all were fortune tellers, but then what fun would that be.

  Unknown

  Chapter One

  Locke

  2002

  Damn, I love church, nothing like sitting around the table with my brothers as we go over the day’s dealings, I think to myself, as I look around at the men in this room. These are the people I will lay down my life for, die for, fuck I have killed for them. They have my back, and I will always have theirs. When you grow up with a shit dad like mine, you learn to depend on the ones that genuinely care enough to give a damn. My mother is strong and amazing, but my father was just an asshole who thought shipping me off to the States to live with my uncle would be a great idea. What a fuckin joke that was. What they didn’t know was my uncle ran with the local chapter of their Irish MC. So, I started hanging out with my uncle at the shop, helping with the bikes and before I knew it, I became a prospect for the club. I quickly moved up the ranks to sit at the fuckin’ round table. Looking to each of my brothers, knowing I got the only family I will ever need, causes a sense of peace to settle in me. The anger I have inside doesn’t seem to suffocate me as much and the emptiness that accompanies it feels less overwhelming.

  Church lets out and we all get our orders, a motherfucking party for this local mobster and his family. They do work with us and we don’t want any more damn trouble. The whole damn club is trying to lie low since that shit storm happened with those bastards that killed my uncle a few months back. The VP spot is still open. We haven’t had the heart to replace him yet, even though we all know it needs to be done. That’s how it is here in the MC life. You grieve and then move on. Do we forget? Fuck no! But we have to get things handled.

  “Fucker.” I hear from behind me, accompanied by a smack to the head. I turn to see my brother, Riker, pulling up a chair next to me.

  “Can you believe we have to host a party for that scum bag? His whole operation is shady as shit. Now we get to have his wife and family here, dude, that means that all the club girls have to go; none of them can stay! Not even the classy ones,” Riker says like a petulant child pouting because they were told they couldn’t have dessert.

  Riker is six-foot-four and weighs about three-hundred-pounds of pure muscle. The motherfucker happens to be pouting like a three-year-old who didn’t get his way.

  “Have you ever heard of a classy hang around? You are a fucking moron,” I say.

  “Look, we don’t need any more shit. Come on now, most of the damn hang arounds have no use of boundaries even if the wives are here or not. Nobody needs o
ne walking up to that Gallo dick and trying anything with his family here,” Dallas says as he walks by, kicking Riker’s foot off the chair he has it propped up on.

  “Yes, Boss,” we both yell back as he makes his way down the hall toward his office.

  Sitting outside the compound waiting on Riker, a realization hits me. This asshole doesn’t know what a schedule is, even if it could save his life. Pulling out my cell, I look at the unread messages from this chick I met a few weeks ago at this dive bar downtown. Who, for some reason, thinks that if she keeps sending me random fucking texts and nudes, I’ll respond faster. It’s pathetic, some bitches have no damn self-respect. Shaking my head, I delete them just like all the ones she has sent me before now.

  “What’s that look for?” Riker asks as we straddle our ladies.

  “Sometimes these damn hang arounds don’t seem worth the hassle. I mean, nothing is worth this kind of crazy,” I say with a laugh.

  “I don’t know, brother, that blonde chick from Baywatch, I would let her stalk the hell out of me,” he tells me.

  “Na, bro, I like ‘em with dark hair. Give me Melissa Satta any day. To me, brother, that’s sexy, dark hair, blue eyes, fuck brother, that gets me every time.” I’m licking my lips just thinking about it.

  Starting my bike and taking off, now my mind is set on a sexy dark-haired chick with her legs wrapped around my waist while I cruise down the street on my other lady. I need to get laid. Damn, it’s been too long, and sadly tonight isn’t an option with this waste of a time party we have to throw.

  Walking around the back of the bar, I pour myself a shot, letting the burn take my breath away, warming me from the inside out before I toss the glass down and head for the showers.

  “You got everything set up or do I have to kick our future VP’s ass?” Freezing mid-stride, I turn. I must have misheard him.

  “You heard me. I have to put it to a vote, but I’m pretty sure the brothers will vote with me. You’ve pulled more than your share around here after your uncle. More so than some of the first nine and that’s saying something,” he tells me as I stare, unable to say anything. He just pats me on my back and walks away. Blindly feeling for the chair behind me, I sit down and process what’s just been said.

  Do I want the VP spot and all the shit that comes with that patch? I close my eyes and I lean back, and the only answer that comes to mind is, fuck yes! I want this so damn much that’s every biker’s wet dream. Adding the VP patch to my cut is a dream I’ve had since I was five and my dad joined the club back in Ireland. Only problem with him was he didn’t give a damn if we were there or not. If he wanted to step out on my mom, he would do it right in front of her. In all honesty, Mom wasn’t any better. She lacked a backbone. Knowing what my answer is going to be, I get up and head out with a new purpose.

  The party is up and going; the amount of people we have crammed in here is fucking stupid. You would think these people are MC royalty with all the shit we had to do. Making my way toward a group of my brothers, Puck hands me a drink and I cannot help but laugh when I think about how he got his name. Standing at six foot seven and beefed out like he is, I don’t plan on telling him that.

  “Yo, brother, what’s up?” I nod toward Puck.

  “Did you see the prospect?” Puck asks, his eyes darting around, trying to find him.

  “Yeah, I just sent him to make sure everything is flowing smoothly outside,” I tell him.

  “Man, this party blows. Fuck, I need to get laid!” Puck says, slamming down a quick shot he just poured himself from behind the bar.

  I could not help but bust out laughing.

  “Dude, you just got laid last night with more than one girl if I remember correctly, shit, man, make sure you wrap your tool. Some of these hang arounds I wouldn’t let near me with the number of men I have seen them with.”

  “Ohhh, hell yeah, they were nice,” He smiles thinking about last night. “Screw you, brother, my shit’s always protected!” he says, punching me in the arm.

  Laughing, I just walk away, making my way around the compound.

  Heading to my room, I hear some chick laughing. Instant anger comes over me, fucking disrespectful bagging a chick in someone’s fucking room.

  “What the fuck?! Who the fuck?!” I say, opening my door.

  I’m fully expecting to see some dude trying to nail a girl in my room but instead, I walk in on three ladies taking shots and laughing their asses off.

  “Sorry, we didn’t realize this room was taken.” Her voice was soft and silky, and pale, brilliant blue eyes stare back at me.

  “We just needed to get out of there,” the tall blonde said with a shrug.

  “We can leave if you need your room,” the smaller of the three girls said, not being subtle about eyeing me up.

  “No, you ladies are fine, I’m just going to shower, and you guys can stay in here,” I say, directing my stare at the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen.

  She is every image of my wet dream come to life. Tossing a wink her way, I walk past them to go to my closet, pulling off my shirt and throwing it on the floor. Grabbing clean clothes, I brush past her, breathing in her scent and head to my bathroom.

  “Damn, he is sexy! I would do him in a heartbeat.” I hear coming from the room next to me.

  “He is good looking but no thanks, you can tell by his smile he knows just how sexy he is.” Fuck, I can already tell that was my dream woman talking and damn, her voice is just as sexy as she is.

  Taking the fastest, coldest shower I have ever taken, I hop out and get dressed, praying I see my girl just one more time before the night ends. Heading back to the party, I make my way toward the bar.

  “Brother,” I say, walking up to Puck, who is still behind the bar. “I just walked into my room and I had three chicks in there.”

  “Fucker, you’re a lucky bastard. I want three chicks in my room right now!”

  “Not like that, you horny git! They were just taking shots and talking but damn, brother, one of them I want. She is perfect, my sexy dark dream,” I say, eyeing the room, hoping to scope out the dark-haired beauty whose image is still burned into my brain.

  Chapter Two

  Cara

  I was over this party before it even started, the same group of guys drinking and trying to score tail. I don’t even know why the fuck I need to be here; this party has nothing to do with me. They don’t give two shits about me, only the old man. I will be damned if another old ass man comes up and tries to hit on me, fucking perverts. Walking through the crowd, I scope out some of my girls. You know the other club brats, daughters of some of the other members.

  “Let’s bail,” Nora grabs my arm and shouts above the music. She made it known loud and clear she doesn’t want to be here either.

  “I don’t know; there are some good-looking bikers here tonight.” Natalia eyes a couple sexy bikers clad in leather over by the door.

  Looking around, I spot the one thing that will make this party bearable, heading toward the bar.

  “Follow me, ladies,” I say, tossing a smirk over my shoulder at them as I make my way to my target. Reaching behind the counter, I grab three shot glasses and the green bottle of the good stuff.

  “I swear, Cara, do you only drink this shit?” Natalia asked

  “Jameson, that’s the only thing to drink. Everything else tastes awful, no point if it tastes like piss,” I tell her, tossing back the first shot of the amber deliciousness.

  “Ewww,” she says, a shiver running through her. “That stuff is nasty, give me anything else but that.” Natalia gags at the taste.

  The look on her face is priceless and it causes the rest of us to bust out in laughter.

  “You are so sheltered,” I tell her, causing Nora and Natalia to erupt in another round of laughter. Just then the door bursts open, followed by a few choice fucks and a set of the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.

  “Sorry we can leave.” I hear still tuned into his beautiful f
ace.

  “No, it’s okay. I’m just gonna take a shower.” Fuck was all I could think to myself. Cara, don’t swallow your tongue.

  Feeling a pinch. “Shit that hurt,” I say, swinging at Nora. “What the fuck? Why would you do that?”

  “Mmm, probably because you are drooling all over the sexy biker in there,” Natalia says, pointing to the bathroom door.

  Oh, damn, the door wasn’t shut all the way.

  Leaning sideways, the three of us are watching him strip, revealing sexy tan skin wrapped around a sensationally chiseled stomach.

  Admiring the droplets of water cascading down his body, I swear I could feel myself drooling a bit.

  “Damn, he is sexy! I would do him in a heartbeat,” Nora says, slightly louder than she needed. From the self-satisfied grin, I know she said it loud enough for him to hear.