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K. A. Merikan is the pen name for Kat and Agnes
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Hop on
the bitch seat and go for a dangerous ride
The Devil’s Ride
K. A. Merikan
—
You don’t fuck with
the club president’s son
. —
Tooth.
Vice President of the Coffin Nails
Motorcycle Club. On a neverending quest for vengeance. The last thing he needs
is becoming a permanent babysitter for a male hooker.
Lucifer.
Fallen. Lost. Alone.
After
a childhood filled with neglect and abuse, followed by his mother’s suicide,
Lucifer set out into the world alone. There was nothing for him out there other
than taking it one day at a time. As the bastard son of the Coffin Nails club
president, Lucifer never got much fatherly love. So when the Nails show up at
the strip joint Lucifer works in, the last thing he expects is to be put in the
custody of Tooth, the Nails Vice President famous for his gruesome
interrogation techniques. The man proves to be the sexiest beast Lucifer has
ever met. He’s also older, straight, and an itch Luci can’t ever scratch.
Tooth’s
life came to a halt twelve years ago. His lover got brutally murdered, police
never found the perpetrators, and all leads were dead ends. To find peace and
his own justice, Tooth joined the Coffin Nails, but years on, he’s gotten
nowhere with the case, yet still lives on with the burning fire for revenge.
Babysitting
a deeply scarred teenager with a talent for disappearing is the last thing on
his bucket list. He promised himself to never get attached to someone like him
again. To make sure the openly gay boy is safe in the clubhouse, Tooth is stuck
keeping an eye on him. The big, blue, attention seeking gaze is drawing Tooth
in, but fucking the president’s son is a complete no-go, even when both their
feelings go beyond lust.
What
Tooth doesn’t know is that Lucifer might hold the key to the closure Tooth so
desperately needs.
WARNING
Contains adult content: a gritty storyline, sex,
explicit language, violence and abuse. Inappropriate use of dental tools and
milk.
POSSIBLE
SPOILERS:
Themes:
Prostitution, Outlaw Motorcycle Club,
organized crime, homophobia, family issues, coming out, discipline/punishment,
organ snatching, hurt-comfort, age gap
Genre:
contemporary gay erotic dark romance
Length:
~ 125,000 words (Standalone novel, no cliffhanger.)
EXCERPT FROM THE BOOK
Lucifer was in the storage room at the back of the
bar when the music in the strip club died. The urge to peek out and check what
happened dispersed when he heard screaming and shouting followed by sounds of
broken glass. They made him back away into the dark end of the room.
A gunshot made Luci yelp, and when a stray can
found its way under his combat boot, he fell on the stack of bottles. His heart
stilled, but he hoped that with the racket outside, no one would notice the
noise.
“All you bitches get back here!” a male voice
roared, silencing the room just a wall away. “All we wanna do is ask a few
questions. No one has to get hurt.”
“Shit, shit, shit,” Luci whispered to himself and
desperately searched his mind for a different way out of this trap. The last
thing he wanted was a meeting with a bunch of gun-carrying thugs. That never
ended well. Last time he got into an argument with the owner of the Vanilla
Lounge, he got smacked in the jaw so hard he carried a bruise for two weeks.
Fortunately, Rick had been there and intervened, but this time, it wasn’t just
the boss. Luci doubted Rick or any of the other bouncers could stand up to
whoever was out there, shouting questions at the girls. Throwing ill-behaved
johns out of the premises was a completely different thing.
The rumbly voice went on, “Where is Suzy Sapphire?
I don’t like when people lie to me. Answer my questions, and you can go back to
doing your job.”
Luci curled up in the corner behind a shelf full
of jingling bottles of beer, dust filling his nostrils. What did Suzy get
herself into? This was bad. Super-fucking-bad. He knew she was dealing, it was
always a bit of nice money on the side, but she did buy those new crystal-studded
heels lately and a bag to go with them. Did she bite off more than she could
chew? A female scream pulled him out of the nerve-wracking thought process.
“I don’t know, I’m sorry, last time I saw her, she
was with Luci,” Linda cried.
Luci knew that cry, the girl was a motherfucking
fountain, weeping all over the place. All it took was a daddy-type client for
her to start regurgitating her life into their lap. Luci had a shit life too,
but at least he cried in private. He just gave the guys the blow jobs they came
in for in the first place and moved on. Men who came into the Vanilla Lounge
rarely wanted anything else than that from him. They wanted the thrill of the
unusual. Young face—check, long blond hair—check. He had a few regulars whom he
did lapdances for, but even when one of them pushed things too far, there was
always Rick he could call.
A fucking bouncer, Linda, not like in the street,
so why are you fucking crying?
Luci groaned to himself, hearing her weep
that she last saw Luci by the bar.
Hair bristled on his nape, and he looked around,
seeking a corner he could squeeze into. There were gas bottles stored on the
bottom shelf of the metal unit, and he jumped at the opportunity, pushing his
slim body between them and the wall. In the semidark room, there was the
slightest chance he wouldn’t be noticed so he curled into a ball, trying to be
as small as possible. The moment he hid his face between his bent knees, the
door opened, letting in a ray of white light crawling across the floor, all-too-close
to where he was hiding. His heart was beating so fast it made his brain boil
with excess blood.
The door smashed into the wall, making him flinch,
but the bang was followed by something much more sinister. Slow, calculated
footsteps were accompanied by the clang of metal, a chain perhaps, and Luci’s
mind exploded with visions of the cold, thick links tightening around his
throat. It was when the sounds stopped all-too-close to Luci’s hideout that he
started sweating. He felt as if all the water in his body were being pushed
outside to let him shrink even further. But he had been spotted. He knew that
much before the thug even spoke.
“Go on, girl. Come out of there,” came a low,
masculine rumble.
Luci finally dared to unglue his forehead from his
knees and looked up, giving the guy the most tearful, sad blue-eyed plead he
could muster. “Please don’t hurt me,” he whispered in a high pitch not to give
away his gender.
From the crouching position, with the light above
creating an otherworldly glow, the guy seemed massive. Tall, bulky, with strong
shoulders and thick arms. Luci couldn’t see his face well, but it seemed to be
hidden anyway, by a bushy beard and long hair that floated stiffly like a black
halo around his head. “If you do as I say.”
“I will,” Luci uttered and the moment he did, he
grabbed a bottle from the shelf and slammed it into the guy’s shin. It must
have done some kind of damage, even through the thick leather boot, as the thug
lowered his upper body with a growl of pain. Using the second of distraction,
Luci made a slide for it between the monster’s legs to reach the door. Shiny
leggings were the last thing he wanted to wear when making his escape, but he
had to deal with what lemons life threw at him.
The moment he managed to sneak past the giant, his
hair tightened around his skull, and in one breathless moment, he got yanked
back and sent flying at the wall. Pain exploded at the back of his head as he
fell to the floor, confused by the sudden change in gravity, but the man was right
over him, grabbing onto Luci’s hair again. His blond pride and joy was a huge
disadvantage in this situation.
“What the fuck did I say... boy?” muttered the
man, pausing for a second before the last word. He didn’t seem all that fazed
by his captive’s gender.
Luci arched up, still dizzy from the hit.
“The fuck’s going on there, Tooth? You got the
bitch?” someone yelled from outside.
“Let me go, motherfucker!” Luci grabbed the
freakishly thick wrist to keep the man from pulling on his hair. His fingers met
metal and leather over skin, and then he was carelessly pulled up by the hair
and hauled toward the door like a caveman’s wife.
“Shut up.”
Luci had no choice but to follow, bent over, with
hair obscuring all of his vision. This had to be the shittiest situation he’d
been in since he had to pull a knife on a guy trying to drag him into an
abandoned building. Ah, the joys of living on the streets of Detroit.
Luci pulled up the leggings that kept sliding down
his ass. As expected, none of the girls made a peep. Every woman for herself,
he supposed. “You’re wasting your time, you overgrown bear! I don’t know where
Suzy is,” he rasped.
“Where’s Lucy?” growled the caveman, shaking
Luci’s head in a way that made tears well up in his eyes.
He knew there was no hope when one of the
treacherous bitches, Linda, who else, went all “That’s him! That’s him you’re
looking for. He’s been with her last.”
Tooth’s grip lessened slightly when Luci stopped
writhing so he straightened up for comfort. Dignity wasn’t easy to keep when
one wore only a pair of black sequined leggings with no pants underneath. Luci
pushed some hair off his face and looked up at the brute holding him.
He was a pirate. Not one from a Hollywood
blockbuster, no, this man’s green eyes were so wild Luci could picture him
tying his beard into bundles and setting them on fire. Like Blackbeard. Or just
plain old torturing people, walking them down the plank and laughing like a
cartoon villain as they were ripped into shreds of flesh, blood, and bone. That
kind of pirate. Even with the thick dark beard and long hair softening the
lines of the man’s face, it was immediately clear to Luci that he had a killer
bone structure, with high cheekbones, a strong brow and roman nose. The guy
would have been easy on the eyes if it weren’t for the fact he was a thug who
was clearly ready to eviscerate Luci for information.
“It’s Lucifer to you,” he said and spat straight
into the man’s face to the soundtrack of men laughing and hissing.
“This boy has a death wish,” one man said and
snorted.
“Maybe he has some milk teeth to pull,” added
another, accompanied by a wave of laughter. Luci gave the men a quick
once-over, and it hit him that they had to be a biker gang. All wore those
vests he remembered from childhood, most were in leather, and their general
style was very much what he would associate with that culture. What did Suzy
get herself into? Were these the people she got her drugs from?
The stern face above him tensed only slightly when
spit hit the man’s cheek. The biker slowly brushed it off with the side of his
hand, his nostrils flaring as if to accentuate the odd calm in those green
eyes. Luci had no idea what to expect from this man, and just as he thought
that, he was pushed against a wet table that smelled of the cheap whiskey sold
at Vanilla. He barely managed to catch a breath before the biker snorted over
him.
“
Drive in
? Really?” he read out the tattoo
on the small of Luci’s back. It was stylized to look like a retro neon sign,
and even had a 50s car next to it.
Luci frowned, all too aware that he was the main
entertainment here. Only way to fight it was not to give the brute the
satisfaction. “Why you so interested in my ass, huh?” His poor hair was now
getting soaked with alcohol. He prayed they wouldn’t set him on fire or some
shit.
The man rumbled with laughter, pushing Luci harder
against the table. Luci could still see all the grinning faces, and the
terrified eyes of the girls. “It’s hard not to notice a tramp stamp when your
pants are halfway down your ass.”
Luci groaned and pulled the leggings back up
again. He finally noticed Rick on the side. The man was sickly pale, which was
understandable with a gun pointed at his neck, yet he still gently shook his
head at Luci and mouthed ‘no’.
Luci heard more boots stomping somewhere behind
him.
“She’s not anywhere at the back or the motel
either,” a man said, anger simmering in his voice. “What the fuck is this
shit?”