My prince, p.1
My Prince, page 1
Iron Fiends MC
Book 5
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My Dream
My Casanova
My Knight
My Hotshot
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
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My Prince (Iron Fiends MC, #5)
Chapter 1
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 One
Chapter One
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Finding Cyn
Gravel’s Road
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Gambler’s Longshot
Keeping Meg
Fighting Demon
Unraveling Fayth
Forever Lo
Devil’s Knights 2nd Gen
Passing the Torch
Riding the Line
Royal Mess
Changing Lanes
Bucking Tradition
Reining It In
Fractured Brotherhood
Ride the Wind
Chase the Sunset
Freedom Ride
Skid Row Kings Series
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PowerShift
BangShift
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Maniac
Wrecker
Boink
Clash
Freak
Slayer
Brinks
Fallen Lords Christmas
A Moo Christmas
Alice & Meg
Kings of Vengeance MC
Drop a Gear and Disappear
Lean Into It
Knees in the Breeze
Midnight Wreckage
Thrill Seeker
Livin’ on the Edge
Blacktop Freedom
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Love on the Mat
Black Belt in Love
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My Savior
My Romeo
My Hero
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Taking Greer
His Reward
His Claim
His Sacrifice
His Forever
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Kissing the Bad Boy
Trapped with the Bad Boy
Daddin’ Ain’t Easy
Silas: A Scrooged Christmas
Wanting More
Mama Didn’t Raise No Fool
Tangle My Tinsel
Mr. Motorcycle
Oral Communications
Coasting In
Holly’s Biker
Biker in Love
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
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
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Chapter One
Fade
“You gonna come in anytime soon or just hang out with the dogs?”
I shrugged and flicked the ashes off the end of my cigarette. “Can’t help it. Harley and Davidson are good company.”
Harley sniffed the tall grass b y the edge of the fence while Davidson chewed on a stick at my feet. I never had a pet before, but Harley and Davidson proved to be loyal companions. And they were also pretty chill. No talking or whining. I liked that.
Yarder sat in the lawn chair opposite of me and crossed his feet at his ankles. “What’s going on in your head, Fade?” he asked.
I shrugged and took a long drag off my cigarette. “Probably the same thing we are all thinking: how the fuck do we take out Gibbs and Boone.” That was all I seemed to be able to think about.
“We’ll figure it out. As much as I hate to do it, we’re going to have to use Dove’s dad.”
I side-eyed Yarder. “You really think she’s going to be cool with that?”
Yarder shrugged. “I think at this point, it doesn’t matter if she is cool with it. Two people just died in the parking lot of the clubhouse. The cops are going to be watching us pretty fucking closely now.”
I shook my head. “The police are fucking clueless, Yarder. Anthony shot Faye, and I shot him in self-defense.”
“Yeah, we told them that, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t going to be on their radar more now. Fuck, the garage blowing up put us on their radar. Faye and Anthony might have just fucked us completely.”
I scoffed. “Deputy dipshit from Mt. Pleasant doesn’t have enough brain cells to even remotely begin to wrap their mind around what the hell is going on.” Hell, sometimes I didn’t think any of us could comprehend what the hell was going on.
“You doing okay with Faye?” he asked.
I took a drag off my cigarette. “What am I supposed to be doing okay with?” I drawled. “She’s dead, Yarder.”
“I know you two had something going on for a minute.”
I shook my head. “We never had anything going on. She put me up on some fucking pedestal because I showed her decency. Any of you guys would have done the same thing I did with that piece of shit Anthony. If you would have been the one there to punch him, she would have become infatuated with you. If I hadn’t shut it down when I had, she would have gone crazy over me. If I wanted to be a dick, I could have had her, but I could see that would have been the wrong fucking move.”
“You were her knight in shining armor,” Yarder smirked.
I shook my head. “Yeah, no, dude. I am not any knight in shining armor. If I were that, she wouldn’t be dead right now.” On my side, there wasn’t anything between Faye and me. Sure, she was pretty, but I knew absolutely nothing about her. That night on the side of the road, I knew her for five minutes before I punched Anthony, and then she was infatuated with me. The feelings were not reciprocated. At least she didn’t give me time to get those feelings.
“You know it wasn’t your fault, right?”
I nodded. “Yeah, most of the time, I know that,” I sighed. I knew I wasn’t wrong for telling Faye she and I weren’t going to be a thing, but a part of me wondered if I had taken her up on her offer of being together, she might still be alive.
“Now that I asked you that, Poppy can get off my ass, but I’ve still got Adalee on it. She wants an interview about the whole Faye and Anthony thing with you.”
I scowled and shook my head. “I don’t have anything to say. She was there, and she knew what had happened. I don’t need to relive it with a camera in my face.”
Yarder stood. “As much as I agree with you, Fade, we did sign up for this shit. If I would have known we were going to have all this shit blowing around us, I wouldn’t have signed the contract, but I did, so we gotta do what we gotta do.”
“So you want me to tell the camera that Gibbs and Boone are trying to take the club out for some political bullshit to make them look like they are cleaning up Texas?” I asked.
“I want you to tell her anything but that,” Yarder chuckled.
I shook my head and tossed my cigarette on the ground. “Yeah, well, she’s gonna have to catch me if she wants me that bad.”
“Pirate is doing his best to distract the crew, but something tells me they aren’t going to want it to be the Pirate show.”
“Doesn’t he have the hots for that chick?” I asked. “He just needs to get her into bed to distract her.”
Yarder shrugged. “I don’t know, man. Either way, you need to talk to the camera crew. The sooner, the better. The last thing we need is the fucking TV show getting their panties in a bunch on top of all of the shit we are dealing with behind the scenes.”
I waved my hand. “Yeah, yeah,” I grunted. I would talk to the camera crew when I was good and ready.
“You think I can have my dogs back now?” Yarder asked. “Poppy is getting pretty attached to them and doesn’t appreciate you using them to avoid everyone.”
“I’m not using them. I can’t help it if they like to be outside, and I’m willing to be out here with them.”
Yarder chuckled. “Harley, Davidson,” he called. “Get your butts in the clubhouse before your mother throws a fit.”
Harley and Davidson happily trotted over to Yarder and followed him back into the clubhouse.
I tapped my fingers on the armrest and sighed. I was dealing with enough shit right now and didn’t need to have a camera shoved in my face so I could spew all my thoughts and emotions.
Stopping Boone and Gibbs was my top priority. Adalee and the TV show could kick rocks.
Chapter Two
Adalee
“I DON’T WANT TO SEE another second of him, Adalee.”
I cradled the phone between my shoulder and ear and grabbed a stack of papers off the corner of my desk. “You didn’t like the footage we sent?” I asked.
“The footage you sent was forty-five minutes of Pirate talking. Fucking rambling!”
I cringed and shuffled through the papers. “We’re working on more footage, Don.”
“You’ve been saying that for five days, Adalee. I want to see more and better footage. I want the guy who pulled the trigger.”
It was like Don didn’t realize these were actual people and not actors. I had been telling Yarder for the past three days I needed to talk to Fade, but I was getting shut down. “I’m working on pinning him down. He’s tied up with the rebuilding of the body shop.”
“If that’s the case, then grab Garett and Mark and follow him being tied up with the garage rebuild. We’ve only got enough footage for seven episodes, and we need to be wrapped up with filming in a month. I need footage and interviews for at least eight more episodes,” Don demanded. “And I don’t want another fucking minute of Pirate on my desk.”
The line went dead.
I sighed heavily and sat back. I ran my fingers through my hair and closed my eyes.
I knew Don would not be happy with the footage I sent over this morning, but I figured I wouldn’t hear back from him until Monday at the earliest.
Obviously, I had been wrong.
The studio was breathing down Don’s neck, wanting Tread to be the next best reality TV show, and he was passing that pressure onto me.
Pirate was the only guy who willingly talked to me. The girls did, too, but I knew that Don wanted the guys. This was a reality show about the club members, not their ol’ ladies.
Though, honestly, after being around the club and their ol’ ladies, I had to think the women would put on one hell of a show, too.
I was sure a spinoff would happen if the original Tread did well.
We just had to get enough footage for eight more episodes. That was not easy with a motorcycle club that didn’t want us around and only told us half the truth.
Three other clubs were being filmed, and I wondered if those crews were having as hard a time as I was.
Most people would think my job was pretty cool, but for me, it wasn’t.
This wasn’t at all what I wanted to be doing with my life, but I didn’t have a choice. This was my job, and I didn’t see that changing anytime soon.
I paged through my notes, hoping something would emerge that would help pacify Don, but nothing did. “Dammit,” I whispered.
There wasn’t a damn thing in my notes that Don was going to want other than Fade in front of the camera.
“Why me?” I groaned to the walls of my small rental.
The network rented out three small buildings, which were converted into tiny homes for the crew. It had been a rough adjustment for Garett and Mark, but I was right at home in my little home.
Each tiny home was painted a different color, and I was in the pastel blue one, sandwiched between Garett’s pastel green one and Mark’s light gray one.
The inside of each was identical. When you entered the door, there was a loveseat on one wall and a flat-screen TV with a bookcase on the opposite wall. A few steps past the couch was a small dining area and the kitchen. Up the winding staircase was the loft bedroom with a queen bed, closet, and dresser.
