Bear's Forever: Infernal Sons MC #1

  Bear’s Forever

  Infernal Sons MC #1

  Carol Dawn

  Bear’s Forever

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  Copyright © 2019 Carolyn Jacobs

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  Published by Carolyn Jacobs

  Cover by Carolyn Jacobs

  Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously. Names, characters, and places are products of the author’s imagination.

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Epilogue

  Dedication

  For those who think you can’t.

  You can.

  Blurb

  Her

  Twenty-five years in captivity, never once seeing the world outside the yard of my captors` home. My chance at escape has finally shown its head. Risking my life, I run. I run into an unknown world of tall buildings, fast-moving vehicles, loud noises, and big, scary, biker riding men.

  I’M FREE…or so I thought.

  The life I ran from is quickly catching up. I’m being hunted by the man who thinks he owns me and wants me back. But I feel safe because I’m protected by the man who wants my heart.

  But what if that man is threatened by my past? Will I go back to a life of pain and captivity to save the man who truly owns me, heart and soul? Or, will I let him risk it all to protect me?

  Him

  As president of the Infernal Sons MC, everything I do is for my club; my brothers. That is, until the night a tiny, beautiful, shoeless woman runs into my life…literally.

  The little slip of a woman turns my life upside down. Someone is after her and I will do everything in my power to keep her safe. Because SHE IS MINE, and no one will ever touch her again.

  This woman could be the glue that holds my puzzled soul together. But, if I’m not careful, she could easily be the one who tears it apart.

  ***WARNING***

  Intended for readers 18 and older. This book is highly radioactive due to the amount of “F-Bombs” these guys drop. Inside you will find violence, abuse and an adult situation or two. So, slip on that hazmat suit and proceed with caution.

  ***HEALTH WARNING***

  This book is packed full of alpha male deliciousness, insta-something and enough over-sweetened romance that cavities are a real possibility. Keep your dentist on speed dial.

  Prologue

  Brian Pierce

  "Please, Brian. It feels like my insides are on fire. Just enough for one more. Please.”

  Sandra Brown stands in front of me begging for more money. Same story, different day. My once best friend, the mother of my offspring, is nothing more than a drug whore. Not that she was ever much of anything to begin with.

  Pathetic woman.

  “You keep expecting me to pay for your habit when I get nothing in return. Tell me, Sandra, what will you give me if I help you out?”

  “What do you want?” she asks with a shaky voice.

  I laugh as I walk toward her. “You know what I want. What I truly want. Give it to me and I will give you all the cash in my wallet.”

  Sandra stands motionless for a few moments before her eyes go wide.

  “Can’t I do anything else? Give you anything else apart from that?” she begs.

  Shaking my head, I answer, “I have no other wish of you.”

  A moment's hesitation before a whispered, “Okay, I’ll do it. I’ll sign the papers.”

  Celebrating the victory internally, I walk to my office and grab the papers waiting on my desk. I walk back out to where Sandra is standing near the front door, hand her the papers and a pen, then show her where to sign.

  A small hesitation, two, three, then she signs her name. Grabbing the papers, I turn to put them safely in my office. My assistant can have all the legal work started first thing in the morning.

  Once I’m standing in front of Sandra again, I reach into my back pocket and grab my wallet. I take out every bill, around a grand or two, and shove it into her hands.

  “I don’t want to see you again, Sandra. Signing over all your parental rights of our child was the right choice, but you are no longer part of her life. Have I made myself clear?”

  She nods.

  “Good. Goodbye.”

  I open the door and usher her out. The moment both of her feet pass the threshold, I slam the door and walk over to the child.

  “We have plans, you and me. You will make your father a very rich and powerful man one day. But first, we need to get you prepared. What do you say, child? You ready to make a deal with the devil?”

  “Gah gub ba”

  “Oh, I'm not the devil, girl. He's but five years old. One day, you will look him in the eyes and take him as your husband.”

  My plans have finally begun. In twenty-five years’, time, I will be in such a place of power that nothing and no one can stop me.

  Chapter One

  (Twenty-Five Years later)

  I hear him running behind me. The stomping of his boots getting louder by the second. I don't know how much longer I can keep going. I'm so tired. I just want to lay down, close my eyes and let fate take over. But I worked so hard to get this far. I'm not giving up now. Ignoring the pain in my body and the tightness in my chest, I continue running.

  There are no lights on in the surrounding buildings and I have yet to see a single car drive by. This was a poor time to attempt my escape.

  “Oh girl, I'm getting tired of this game of yours.”

  Hearing his voice, I almost pass out with fear. I can't let him catch me. If he does, then the last twenty-five years will be child's play compared to what he will do. Digging deep down I find a small boost of energy. I speed up and run down the street with everything that I have. The sky is moonless tonight. The sun set hours ago, and the darkness is so deep that if it wasn't for the streetlights, I wouldn't be able to see my own hands. So, the decision to run down the even darker ally I see up ahead seems like a stupid choice, but maybe I can find a place to hide and catch my breath.

  Coming to the head of the ally, I turn hoping he didn't see which way I went. My heart is instantly filled with dread when I notice the ally I stupidly decided to run down was a dead end. Seeing a dumpster at the end of the ally, I fling myself between the dumpster and the back wall. Pulling my knees up to my chest and wrapping my arms around my legs, I try to catch my breath as quietly as I can.

  I don't know what to do. If I try to run from this ally, he will see me, and there is simply no way to escape him from back here. If I just sit here, he will eventually find me. My tears silently fall when I realize that no matter what choice I make I will be going back to my prison. Laying my forehead on my knees, I cry for my lost childhood. I cry for my hopeless future.

  That's when I hear it. The lo
w rumble of deep voices. I look up and notice, for the first time, a door directly across from where I sat. My hope flickers back to life as I jump up and dash across the ally. I grab the handle and push my way inside as fast as I can. Once inside I instantly turn to shut the door quietly.

  The first thing that registers is how warm it is. I have on no shoes and just a small, thin nightgown. It's October in Ohio, and the nights tend to get very cold. My whole body is shivering and each goosebump I have feels like the prick of a needle. So, the warmth of the building was a wonderful gift. The second thing I notice was that the voices I heard from outside have stopped.

  With my eyes to the floor, I slowly turn around. I can feel there are several people in the same room that I'm standing it without looking up. Taking a deep breath, I raise my eyes and freeze.

  “Oh...my,” I whisper under my breath.

  Standing around a large table staring right at me are about six very large, very scary-looking men. Each man has a look of absolute anger on his face. I'm frozen in place, too afraid to move or say anything, and too afraid to turn back. Some chairs are pushed back, and some are sideways on the floor like the men stood up too fast and knocked them over. The man standing at the head of the table has the most terrifying yet beautiful face I have ever seen. Not that I've seen many faces in my life but even those I have seen in person or on television don't compare to the man staring holes into my soul.

  “No place to go now, girl,” I hear his muffled voice say from right outside the door.

  At the sound of his angry voice, all the men turn their eyes from me to the door.

  Decision made, I run to the handsome, scary faced man at the head of the table and hide behind him. The fear I felt toward him moments ago has lessened, and my only thought is, ‘please don't let him find me’. I push my shivering body flat against the man’s back and tightly grip the black leather vest he's wearing.

  He's so tall that the top of my five-foot-one body stops well below his shoulders. The man doesn't react to me invading his space. None of the men I walked in on say a single word as I cower behind this person hoping he will be my barrier against the evil about to walk through the door.

  Hearing a loud bang, I can only assume that the door has been forcibly pushed open and slammed against the wall. I feel the man I'm hiding behind stiffen and that frightens me. I press my head against his back and try to slow my heartbeat for fear he will hear it. Please, God, I can't go back.

  I have no reason to believe this group of men will protect me, but this is my only choice. I just hope and pray I haven't made a mistake.

  “Where is she?”

  I can feel my panic rising at the sound of his voice being so close. I tremble and this time it isn't from the cold. I can hear my breathing getting louder, and I know any second he will find me. Suddenly a strange warmth runs up my side and I instantly relax. Looking down, I see the man has reached back and wrapped his large hand around my left hip. What a strangely gentle gesture for such a large scary man.

  “Who the fuck are you?” I hear. I know it's the man in front of me because I feel his back vibrate as he speaks. His voice is so low that the sound comes out more like a growl than a human voice.

  “Oh, I... I’m looking for someone,” he stutters.

  “A young woman, real short and curvy with super light blonde hair down to her bottom, big brown eyes, She's in her nightshirt and nothing else. She must be cold. Probably scared out of her mind. She's not used to so many buildings. I'm really worried about her. Have you gentlemen by any chance seen her around?”

  The room is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Then a few men start laughing.

  “Did you just call us gentlemen?” one man asks.

  The man in front of me chuckles.

  “Ink, show this...gentleman where the door is then throw his ass out of it,” he says.

  “Now you listen here you heathen...”

  The man I'm cowering behind releases my hip and rushes forward. Before I can even get a small glimpse around his back there are two new men, wearing identical black leather vests as the first one, now standing in front of me. It happened so fast there is no way my captor saw me.

  “I don't know who you think you are but let me tell you a little something about me,” the man's voice has somehow dropped even lower than before as he continues to speak. “My name is Bear, and I am the mother fucking president of the Infernal Sons, MC. You just barged in on a very important meeting I was having with my brothers. In the middle of the night. You have two options. Turn around and leave or I'll introduce you to Trigger. If you choose option two, then option one will no longer be viable because you'll have a hole between your eyes. I'll give you one minute to make your choice.”

  I hear a thump and someone gasping for air.

  “Please, I need to find her. She's never been out on her own before.”

  “Thirty seconds,” the man I now know is Bear says.

  “Okay, I'm leaving. If you see her, call me. It's not safe for her to be out here on her own. I'll leave my card on the table.”

  I can hear him walking closer. Most likely to do what he says and drop his card on the table. The closer he gets the faster my heart beats and the shorter my breaths become. I'm about to pass out. I can feel it. I hear muffled voices, but it's drowned out by a high-pitched tone and the darkening of the room.

  There’s a small bit of pressure on both sides of my face, and I hear a calm soothing voice calling for my attention. Eventually, the high-pitched noise vanishes and the world around me reappears. Bear is holding my face in his hands, and he's talking. I'm still not here enough to understand what he's saying but he does look a little worried. I wonder what caused him to worry.

  Finally, I can hear his voice.

  “Sweetheart, can you hear me?” Bear asks.

  Not sure if I'm able to speak at the moment I nod my head.

  “Good. That's good,” he says. “What's your name?”

  Of all the questions in the entire world he could have asked me, why did it have to be that one? Why did it have to be the one question that breaks my heart open every time I think about it? My eyes water and the tears fall. I try to look down but Bears big hands are still wrapped around my face and he doesn't let me.

  “Your name, what do I call you?”

  Taking a deep breath, I answer the best I can with this lump in my throat. “Nothing.”

  Bear's eyes go dark and I can see how hard he's trying to remain calm.

  “You are not nothing,” he tells me. “But I really would like to know your name. Just your first name is fine.”

  He doesn't understand. I swallow the discomfort and try to explain my answer better.

  “I..,” my throat hurts. I try again. “I am... I have no birth name. I am called, girl.”

  Bear releases my face and starts pacing back and forth. I don't understand why he's so aggravated. I run to the corner of the room and make myself as small as I can while I cower in fear. When he became angry it never ended well for me. I watch as Bear calms himself and his eyes roam the room. Spotting me in the corner, his face softens a small bit, and he walks over to crouch in front of me.

  “We'll get back to that,” he says. “The man who chased you in here, who was he?”

  I look up into the stormy blue eyes of Bear, and I answer him with the name of one of the two people I fear most in the whole world. The person who will stop at nothing to find me and take me back. The person who has held me captive for my whole life. Both of my cheeks are wet with tears when I take a breath and give Bear his answer.

  “My father.”

  Chapter Two

  Bear

  “Why exactly did we meet here instead of the clubhouse?” I ask.

  “We have a rat.”

  I close my eyes and run a hand down my face. Just what I need. My Vice-President, Chains, called me about an hour ago and said we needed to call church immediately. But, somewhere besides the clubhouse. So, here we are,
well past midnight, the other club officers, and me, all sitting around the table at Lucky. Lucky is the local bar run and owned by the Infernal Sons. We had to shut down tonight to install a new security system.

  After Chains is finished speaking the room goes deathly silent. I open my eyes and see five sets of eyes looking back at me.

  “Well...what do you have?” I ask.

  “I got a call from an old buddy earlier from Columbus. He says he overheard some guys talking about the Infernal Sons.” Chains pauses. “Prez, my buddy told me the exact plans for the Hernandez run we have scheduled two weeks from now.”

  Fuck.

  “How the fuck is that possible? There is a total of six people who know those plans.”

  “That's why I wanted to meet here. I don't think for a second a single person in this room would turn rat,” Chains says, confidently.

  I agree with him. I don't think any brother here would betray the club. That only means one thing.

  “Someone was listening. The walls in our meeting room are soundproof. Once the door is shut not a single sound can be heard from either side of it. No one overheard our plans during church” I said. “The clubhouse has bugs.”

  Just then the back door to the bar is shoved open and we all jump to our feet, chairs falling behind us. Before anyone can react, in runs a small female. She turns around so fast I don’t get a look at her face, and she shuts the door much quieter than when she opened it. She just stands with her hand on the door handle for a few seconds before she turns around.

  The second she looks up and I see her face I know my life is about to be turned upside down. She is the most beautiful person I have ever seen. Her hair is the lightest of blonde and her eyes are so dark they're almost black. She's a short beauty with curves that can make a man’s mouth water. The only thing covering her smooth pale skin is a thin layer of fabric that stops just above her knees.