Coveted by Chaos (CKMC Book 3), page 1
Coveted by CHAOS
CKMC Series, Book 3
Linny Lawless
Coveted by CHAOS
Linny Lawless
Copyright 2018 by Linda Lawson
All rights reserved.
This book is a work of fiction. Some of the places named in the book are actual places found in Virginia. The names, characters, brands, and incidents are either the product of my imagination and used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or establishments is solely coincidental.
This book contains mature content and is intended for adults 18+ only.
Cover Models: Armando and Taylor
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Editor: Hanleigh Bradley
Personal Assistants: Hanleigh Bradley PA, and Primrose Passage
Coveted by CHAOS
Playlist
“I Am the Highway” by Audioslave
“Like a Stone” by Audioslave
“Auto Rock” by Mogwai
“Strict Machine” by Goldfrapp
“Shape of Things to Come” by Audioslave
“Bad Things” by Jace Everett
“Wicked Game” by Chris Isaak
“Pussy Liquor” by Rob Zombie
“Dragula” by Rob Zombie
“Porn Star Dancing” by My Darkest Days, featuring Zakk Wylde
“Pony” by Ginuwine
“Closer” by Nine Inch Nails
“Wicked Game” by Ursine Vulpine featuring Annaca
“Earned It” by The Weekend
“Tainted Love” by Marilyn Manson
“Crazy” by Aerosmith
Coveted by CHAOS
Linny Lawless
Gunner
The only family I have are my brothers. The ones I fought with in the war and the ones I ride beside in my club, the Chaos Kings MC. I keep everyone else in this fucked up world at a distance. It’s better that way, isn’t it? One night I stumble upon the most beautiful red-haired vixen to ever walk this earth. Never did I think that the Cheetah Club would have the cat just for me. She’s enticing, captivating, and decadently delicious. The sultry movement of her body calms the ever-growing darkness and pain that surrounds me. I want to touch her, to breathe her in. But can I do that without letting her see the monster that I am?
Fiona
The King comes in to watch me dance at Cheetah. He’s unapproachable, unreadable but still I sense his primal sexual energy. Almost as if he’s a panther on the prowl. He matches this cat well, if you ask me. He isn’t like the others. He sees what others don’t. To him I’m not wicked or repulsive. I see him as well, I see the way he carries pain and darkness like an albatross around his neck. This Chaos King may want me to be afraid of him, but no one frightens me though, because I am as cursed as they come. And the only thing he does is draw me closer. All I want to do is know his name and know how sinful his lips feel against mine.
Prologue
I covered my head as I sat on my knees at his feet. He slapped a brown leather belt against his thigh. The scent of mildew coming from the cement floor. One light bulb with a pull string above my father, the only thing illuminating us. “Idolatry… Witchcraft… revelings, and such like….” Father’s voice slurred, and he spat and bellowed, “of which I tell you before, as I have also told you in the past! They which do such things shall not inherit the kingdom of God!”
“Please Caleb! Please Stop! She’s innocent!” Mother cried as she stood on the wooden steps leading down to the basement.
Father turned, extending his fist, grip on the belt toward her. “Shut your mouth, woman!” He turned back to me, slapping my hands away. He grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back to look up at him, his eyes bloodshot. “Sinful whore! Witch!” He released me, pushing so hard that I fell back, landing on my elbows. My green skirt with white daisies rose up bearing my thighs. His eyes pivoted to them. I was frozen still, terrified.
Father had punished me so many times before. I was a woman now and I knew my punishments would be far worse and degrading. Father had caught me dancing along to a pop song on the clock radio on my bedside table. My eyes had been closed as I swayed my hips to the rhythm to the sexy beat. My hands pressed down along my hips and thighs.
“Dancing! It’s sinful! Disgusting! You’re damned, Fiona.”
Would I be able to survive another night or day in that dark closet? I was past sobbing but couldn’t speak. Hiccups were the only sounds coming from my trembling lips.
My hand shot up as he reached for me again. “Please Father! Don’t hurt me!” It was useless to plead with him. He grabbed my wrist, dragging me across the cold cement floor toward the back of the dark basement. I heard mother crying at the steps as Father released me and opened the rickety wooden door of the closet.
“No Father! Please! I will repent! I will take any punishment! Just please don’t lock me in there!” I screamed, my throat so dry I only heard my breath, and not my voice.
Father heaved me up under my armpits and launched me into the small four by four foot closet. I flew forward and landed on my knees, scraping them. “But the men of Sodom were wicked and sinners before the Lord exceedingly!” He slammed the wooden door shut, the sound of the padlock clicking.
Light from the basement lightbulb illuminated through the slits between the wood slats of the door. Then the light went out. Total darkness. I screamed, balling my hands into fists, slamming my palms against the wood. No use. No one could hear me locked up in that small closet. My dark prison. My hell. I started to tremble and began to hyperventilate. I felt that my heart would explode in my chest. And still, no one could hear me. After a long while I went quiet and still. I wrapped my arms around my bent knees, leaning against the cool cement wall. Exhaustion. I needed to close my eyes to sleep, but I couldn’t.
I eventually dozed off. My eyes flew open to the sound of the padlock unclicking. I sat up from the wall, running my hands through my scalp and grabbing chunks of my own hair. Was it Father coming back to inflict more pain with his leather belt against my thighs and my backside? The warped wooden door swung open.
“Fiona, its me. Seth. Come out.” It was a hushed whisper. I could not see my brother’s face, only his silhouette from the basement light bulb behind him. “Father left. “
He held his hand out and I grabbed it, coming to my knees and crawling out of the dark hole. I flung myself onto him, clinging tight. “Seth! I thought I was going to die in there!”
He squeezed me back. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come quicker, sis.”
I pulled away from him. His brows were knotted together. I saw anger. And fear. “My brave brother… I must go back in. He will hurt you if he finds out!”
I turned to crawl back in, but Seth took hold of my arms. “No Fiona. Go to your room and lock your door. Mother knows I came down here to get you out. Father will still be drunk off his ass when he gets back. I’m big enough now. I think I can take him.” Seth was only fourteen years old. He was just a child. He’d seen all the things Father did to me over the years, ever since he learned how to walk. I broke down in his arms. He was all I had. Mother loved us, but she feared Father more. I looked into his eyes, so full of rage.
Later that night as I sat on my bed, hugging my pillow, I listened to Father yell at Seth from behind my bedroom door. Seth was wrong that day. He was not able to take Father. He was beaten. And he was the one locked in that basement closet for two days for taking me out of it. Father commanded Seth to repent for his own sins because he was as damned as I was.
“
Gunner
My temples pounded. I draped my forearm over my eyes to block the muted sunlight coming through the bedroom window. I had had way too many whiskey shots the night before at the Cheetah Club. And I was a complete dumb fuck to ride my Road King as trashed as I was. All I could remember was stripping everything off and landing face down in my bed. All because of the red haired exotic dancer, who called herself Cherri.
Cradled in the crook of my other arm was soft warm fur. I uncovered my eyes and peaked through one to see Gypsy. She was curled up beside me, purring as she slept.
“How did you get down here again? Did Sam let you in?” Gypsy opened her eyes and meowed. I sat up and groaned. My movement forced her to get up, arch her back and start her morning primping that cats usually do.
I had my good share of lap dances and spent plenty of money in exotic dance clubs. But there was something about Cherri. The way she moved seductively around the dance pole put me in some kind of calm trance, like popping a Xanax, giving me that warm relaxed feeling in the pit of my stomach. But not only did she give me those feelings of calmness, she made my dick hard as a rock.
The Chaos Kings brought Skully to Cheetah a few months back to celebrate his patch in with the club. That was the first time I saw Cherri. Skully had received more than his share of lap dances that night, so when Wez told me he was going to get the red haired siren to lap dance on him, I nodded my head toward a cute brunette dancer. “Not the redhead. Offer some bills to that brunette over there.”
Wez had let out a little chuckle. “Ok brother. I get it.”
Gypsy jumped off my bed and scampered up the stairs to find Sam. She was cooking breakfast up in the kitchen. I smelled the bacon, eggs and coffee. I scooted off the bed to put my jeans on that I had left rumpled
I found Gypsy again, sitting in my chair at the table. “Had enough of you already. Go.” I shooed her off and planted my ass in it.
“Looks like you pounded a few down again last night.” Ratchet could already tell.
I combed a hand through my messy bed hair. “Yeah.”
“At the clubhouse?”
“Nah. Cheetah Club.”
“Again?”
Sam handed me a cup of coffee, just the way I like it. “Thanks darlin.” I took a sip and looked back at Ratchet. “Yeah. Again. Nothing going on last night at the clubhouse, so I wanted to watch Cherri again.”
“Watch her, what? Dance? Or watch over her?”
Ratchet knew me all too well. “Both. I guess.”
He shoved a fork full of Sam’s scrambled eggs off his plate. “You haven’t asked her for a private dance yet?’
“Nah. Just like watching her. She’s a good dancer. This sounds fucking weird, but when I watch her, it calms me. I’ll have a drink or two. Sometimes the other girls offer a dance or something private. But I don’t go there for that.”
Sam placed a hand on my forearm, her eyes soft. “Are you taking your meds, Gunner?”
I placed my hand over hers, giving her a crooked smile. She was a good woman. “Yeah darlin. Just like the doc tells me to.” I knew she was concerned so I didn’t tell her how those meds and the whiskey didn’t mix well sometimes. Or how the throbbing painful headaches still came and went.
Ratchet swallowed down his first bite. “Hell, that girl has probably dealt with a bunch of fucked up ass-hole customers. So, you just being there to admire her might tweak her interest in you brother.”
The only way I would be able to tweak her interest in me was to pay her for it.
Fiona
He came into the Cheetah Club again the night before. He never requested a private dance in one of the VIP rooms but sat at a small table in the corner of the club, just to watch me dance. He had dark brown hair, with a dark beard. Both his shoulders and arms were covered with tattoos. He was built but not huge or bulky. It was the way he walked that caught my attention; a confident posture, and with wide steps, like a panther stalking his prey. I knew he was a member of the motorcycle club, Chaos Kings. He came in with them over a month ago, celebrating with one of their new members who had just joined their club.
After their party, he would come in alone, always in the same spot at least once a week. I was aware of his presence, catching him in my peripheral vision as I danced on the front stage. I struggled to focus, dancing and smiling at the men who came up to slip money into my g-string while knowing that the Chaos King was sat at his table, drinking his whiskey and watching me dance. Only me.
This night was like any other night, and I was requested by a customer in the club who wanted a private dance in the VIP. He was a polite middle aged man, so I gave him a good private dance for thirty minutes. When I got back to the dressing room, I peeked through the side door that overlooked stage, just to get another look at the biker. He waited until I left the VIP before he paid his tab and left.
“That biker is smitten with you, Cherri.” Destiny, the only dancer who would talk to me at the club, turned around in front of the wall mirror, wiggling her ass.
I watched the biker walk out the front doors of the club and turned to Destiny. “Yes. It seems like it.”
“He’s never slipped you any money or ask for you in the VIP?”
“No. He’s done neither. He seems very comfortable with himself, but un-approachable.” I began to dress in my comfy clothes, since that was my last dance on stage for the night.
“You just have that kind of effect on him babe. He’ll come around one night. I bet he’s loaded with money. And hung like a bull!”
“How have you come to that conclusion? That he’s loaded with money, and well endowed?”
“You talk funny sometimes, Cherri. He’s a biker. And he’s in a bike gang. That’s why I think he’s loaded with money. Do you mean a big cock? I’ll bet he does! If you ever do get him in the VIP, will you find out for me? Please?”
I sighed. My skin was very fair, and it turned a faint shade of pink. “You have no filter, Destiny.”
Destiny was a very sultry exotic woman. She was of mixed blood, half African, half Asian, with thick jet black hair that hung down past her shoulders. She was a stark contrast to me, with my Scottish blood, white skin, blue eyes and long red hair. It felt like a curse sometimes.
“It’s not the colonial days, Cherri. You talk all prim and proper like you lived during the revolutionary war or something. But it’s cute and sexy, I guess.” she winked at me as I gathered my night bag and headed out.
I blew her a kiss. “Get rich tonight, darling.”
She snatched my invisible kiss from the air and winked. “You know it baby.”
Gunner
Another Friday night and the Chaos clubhouse was about to let loose. It was the beginning of Fall and the temps were getting lower and the leaves had started to turn their colors from green to red, brown and yellow. It was the perfect season for riding, just adding an extra layer of clothing. Chaos bikes were parked out on the lot, side by side. My brothers were all here, popping caps off beers to start the weekend.
I sat at the bar with Magnet as he waited for his two girlfriends to show up. I couldn’t place their names, but they were hot and tended to Magnet’s every need. The three of them were pretty care-free about having a good time.
Magnet shared a shot of whiskey with me. He slammed the shot glass on the bar. “You wanna team up with Brandy and Becky?”
I almost spat out my shot, but swallowed it down quick. “Team up? Man, that’s all for you. I don’t share when it comes to the females.”
Magnet let out a booming laugh, shaking his head. “No brother. I didn’t mean a fuck-fest. I meant teaming up to play a few games of pool.”
“Well in that case, sure. I’m game. I’ll set up the table.” I climbed off the stool and headed toward the tables. “You wanna break the first game?”
“Yeah. The girls are pulling in now.”
Being around laid back, pretty women was one of the good things about being a Chaos King. I admired the fairer sex. They came in all shapes and sizes, and they were all unique. I’d had my fair share of women, feeling their soft skin, and their luscious bodies. I respected them and liked to watch them from a distance. Like when they let down their walls and inhibitions, and just let loose to be free with their sexuality. Sometimes I’d get a pleasant view watching them dance topless on the pool tables at the clubhouse, touching each other. It was sexy. Of course, it got my dick hard sometimes too.
I teamed up with Brandy and we beat Magnet and Becky three out of three games of pool. Magnet wanted more punishment and kept his losing streak by getting Wez to play a game with him one on one. I left the clubhouse, strapped on my lid and started my Road King. Cherri was dancing at the Cheetah Club and I was headed there. The DJ at Cheetah, Jay-Jay, filled me in on her schedule.
I was there to watch her on a weekly basis now. Jay-Jay announced her as Cherri. When Cherri got on stage, my eyes locked with hers. There was nothing or no one else I could focus on for the rest of the night. Just her. She was gorgeous. Her long red hair fell to the curve of her heart shaped ass. I loved her creamy white skin under the pulsing disco lights. I knew other men watched her on stage too, of course. She was tall in her clear platform sandals. She moved her hips languidly along with a heavy beat of the music, thanks to Jay-Jay. I remember Chris Cornell’s voice, as Cherri moved her hips, my eyes just roaming over her curvy thighs and calves.
But I left the club that night totally shit-faced. It started out good as I watched Cherri dance her two sets on the stage. Then some middle aged suit requested her for the VIP rooms. When he took her hand and followed her back, it took all I had to stop myself from following the man and jerk him off her. I didn’t want his hands on her. But I inhaled deeply to get right in my head. I ordered an Irish Car Bomb. Then another. I didn’t pay the tab and leave until I had made sure Cherri came out of that room, looking just as bewitching and beautiful as she had looked before she went in.
