INSIDE BROKEN (A Devil Call MC Book) (Talon & Everly Book One) (Devil Call MC - Talon & Everly 1) (3 page)

“
We
’
ve got a call for help,
”
Austin another.
“
Outside charter has two bodies
…”

“
Not
interested right now,
”
Layne said.
“
Stand the fuck
back, Austin.
”

Layne grabbed his helmet off his
bike and handed it to me. I put the helmet on and climbed on the back of the
ride. It started with a rumbling thunder and Layne hurried to take off. The
motorcycle echoed throughout the junkyard as he sped along the paths to get out
of there. The piles of junk and cars were something intimidating because some
of the stuff had some scary stories behind it.

Once on the road, Layne throttled
the motorcycle again. We sped up and were flying through the town of Brocke in
no time. My hands were gripped tight to the sides of Layne
’
s leather. I had no idea where
we were going or why I had to be there.

Layne took a few twists and turns
and then suddenly started to slow down. We hung a left down a narrow alley. The
sound of the motorcycle bounced off the walls. At the end of the alley, he
turned right and then came to a final stop. Layne then turned the motorcycle
off and stood, holding the motorcycle standing while I tried to get my feet to
touch the ground.

“
What
happened with Gabel last night?
”
Layne asked.

“
What?
”

“
You
heard the fucking question. What did he do?
”

“
Me,
”
I whispered, feeling shameful.
“
That was it.
”

“
Are
you fucking sure?
”

“
Yeah.
I drank
…
a lot
…
so I passed out right after. He
doesn
’
t last long at all.
”

“
Good
to know,
”
Layne said.

“
Why
are we here?
”

“
There
’
s shit going down all around the
club. I don
’
t like it. If I
’
m going to take things over I
need the find the truth.
”

“
The
truth of what?
”

Before Layne could answer me or
tell me to shut the fuck up, we both spotted Gabel as he came down the other
side of the road. He made a right and disappeared behind a building. Where we
were was nothing but old, run down buildings. A couple sets of train tracks, I
wasn
’
t sure if they were
being used or not.

A car then came and pulled into the
same area where Gabel had been.

“
Motherfucker,
”
Layne whispered.

He started to walk forward, taking
me and the motorcycle. We crept up a few feet and I couldn
’
t see much. The trunk of the car
appeared to be open. Nothing else though. I couldn
’
t see Gabel, but after a couple minutes, his
motorcycle fired up.

“
Shit,
”
Layne said.

He rolled his motorcycle backward
and we waited again.

The car came out first, speeding.
It made a sharp left turn and the wheels squeaked. The aged engine then cried
until the car was gone in the distance. Gabel came out a few seconds later. He
stopped and tucked something away in his leather cut. He looked left to right
and then rode in the opposite direction of the car.

I felt Layne
’
s body instantly tighten up. He was pissed beyond
belief. He looked ready to kill someone. Maybe Gabel. Maybe the guy in the car.

I opened my mouth, wondering what I
should do. Try and say something nice. Something flirty. Or maybe I should just
grab his dick and start stroking him.

Before anything could happen, Layne
’
s cell started to ring. He took
out his phone and groaned.

“
What?
”
he yelled. A few seconds later,
he yelled,
“
What the fuck
did you just say?
”

The call then ended and Layne
hurried to start the motorcycle.

I tugged at Layne
’
s leather.
“
What
’
s going on?
”

Layned looked back at me and spoke
words that would forever change my life.

“
Talon
’
s not dead! He
’
s alive
…
and he
’
s
getting out of prison today.
”

5.

(Talon)

It was the longest hallway. My
boots hit the concrete floor with the echo of impending freedom. I kept my eyes
open and looked left to right, waiting for the next set up to come to life. I
figured there was no way in hell I could walk out of this prison without one
more fight.

But that
’
s exactly what happened.

Two guards took me to a large door.
One of them opened the door for me and gave me a nod. The sunlight hit my face
and I smiled.

Fucking freedom, man. Fucking.
Freedom.

I stood there for a few seconds in
an old pair of jeans that fit right. A dark blue t-shirt hugged my body. It was
comfortable. Not that scratchy cheap bullshit that I had to wear for the last
eighteen months. My leather cut was waiting for me on the outside still and I
couldn
’
t wait to put it on.

There was a chain link fence on
each side of me running high. On the top of that was rolled up barbed wire. As
I walked, I looked to the yards and gave a nod. That
’
s where I had been. I had lived. I had fought. I
had survived.

When I left my cell for the last
time, I gave Mutt a big hug and then told the crazy son of a bitch where my
notebook was. He couldn
’
t
wait to eat the pages. What a wild guy.

The end of my walk took me to a
group of men I wasn
’
t sure
I
’
d see again. I figured
either I
’
d be dead or some
of them would be.

But there they were.

Layne stood first, arms crossed.
The guy was a big asshole, but we both shared somewhat of the same vision for
the MC. He was loyal and he was a decent guy. Granted, I would love to go fists
with him and see who could come out alive.

Behind him stood a few of the other
guys.

Buzzy, Kade, Austin, Drave, and
Maxen.

Not really the welcome home cavalry
some men got, but I didn
’
t
give a fuck. My priorities were to get to the table and figure out what had
been going on.

As I approached, I studied each of
them. To see who had gotten comfortable and fat. Who had been shoving drugs up
their nose and looked skinny and high. And who had been fighting hard, showing
muscle and scar.

My eyes, though, were quickly
deceived when I saw
her
. Sitting on the back of Layne
’
s motorcycle. Her legs spread
wide, her hands reaching back as she balanced herself. Her fucking curly hair
dangled all around her shoulders. A few strands hung in her face. She wore a
pair of sunglasses so I couldn
’
t
see her eyes. It instantly drove me mad. I wanted to tear her clothes off,
break those fucking sunglasses, and see what kind of eyes she had.

But before that, there was
business.

“
You
’
re free,
”
Layne said. He put a hand out for me to take.

I took it and we hugged for a quick
second. When we broke apart, I noticed his leather cut. On the left side it was
blank. There used to be a patch there, indicating his position within the MC.

Layne put his arm out and showed me
my leather cut.

“
Fucking
beautiful,
”
I said as I
took it. I hurried to put the leather on. It felt perfect. Beautiful. My life
given back to me. I looked down at the leather and saw the
President
patch was missing. I touched the spot and nodded.
“
Something happen while I was in there?
”

“
Yeah,
”
Layne said.
“
A lot of shit, man. Other clubs
and crews wondering where the Devil Call MC President is
…
doesn
’
t
help us.
”

“
So
who fucking cut it off and who fucking wore it?
”

“
Me,
”
Layne said.

I stepped forward and stared at
Layne. We were nose to nose, eye to eye. A perfect match for each other. Damn,
it would be fucking amazing to fight him. I curled my lip and knew everything I
did from this point forward needed to be done to pull the MC out of the hell it
had fallen into.

“
Okay,
”
I said.
“
Everyone alive and well?
”

“
Alec
was killed,
”
Buzzy said.
“
Shot up.
”

“
Alec?
”
I asked.

“
He
was a prospect when you went in,
”
Layne said.
“
We patched him
in. He thought he could take some bullets and survive it. It was right when we
found out you were murdered.
”

“
You
thought I was murdered?
”
I
asked with a grin.

“
Yeah,
”
Drave said.
“
That
’
s what we were told. Fuck, man, it
’
s good to see you alive.
”

Drave nodded and then Buzzy - being
the good times asshole he was - started to clap and whistle. Soon, they all
stood there cheering me on. As though I had accomplished something great. Layne
took a few steps back and clapped too.

“
Fuck
it,
”
I said.
“
Give me a hug and then let
’
s get the fuck out of here.
”

They all came at me at once. We
hugged, and damnit, my soul felt alive again. Deep down, the club was a
brotherhood. Everyone had their own shit to deal with, but we all came together
for one purpose.

“
Look,
man,
”
Layne said.
“
We even brought your ride.
”

Layne pointed and I looked to my
beautiful motorcycle. Everything black. I walked to the motorcycle and touched
it. It made my body warm over, almost the same way touching a beautiful woman
did.

Speaking of a beautiful woman, I
looked back to the woman on Layne
’
s
motorcycle.

“
Who
are you?
”
I asked.

The woman tensed up and licked her
lips. I walked toward her, not afraid of anything. She stared at me, her lips
parted.

“
What
the hell, babe? Your tongue cut out or something?
”

She shook her head.

I put my hand to one of her legs
and she jumped. Damn, she was beautiful. When she didn
’
t speak again, I reached out and took the sunglasses
off her face. Of course she had bright brown eyes. The kind that shined and
were addicting.

“
Do
you know who I am?
”
I
asked.

“
You
’
re Talon,
”
she said.
“
I
’
ve seen your picture around the
clubhouse.
”

“
That
’
s right. Did you think I was
dead?
”

“
That
’
s what I heard.
”

“
I
’
m not dead, babe. I
’
m alive. You claimed by any of
these assholes?
”

“
No,
”
she whispered.

“
What
’
s your name?
”

“
Everly.
”

I nodded.

Fucking Everly.

It had to be a beautiful name for a
beautiful woman.

I smiled at Everly and handed her
her sunglasses back. I then walked to Layne and asked,
“
Where did she come from?
”

“
Long
story,
”
Layne asked.
“
She
’
s a good one though.
”

“
You
been inside that?
”

“
No.
We
’
re close, but not like
that.
”

“
So
you let her get pushed around by the other guys?
”

“
Not
my problem,
”
Layne said.
“
I
’
m
not taking claim if
…”

“
Doesn
’
t matter,
”
I said.
“
She
’
s not a rat or anything, is she?
”

“
No.
Trust me.
”

I was definitely intrigued by
Everly. I climbed on my motorcycle and felt my jeans pull up a little tighter.
The fucking chick already had me half hard just by breathing. I would most
certainly figure out what to do with her.

After, of course, I find out what
the fuck she
’
s doing in the
clubhouse of Devil Call MC.

I led the way from the prison
grounds and the road brought me a sense of freedom that filled me with life. I
took deep breaths of the air and I raced through it all. It was a fucking
beautiful thing to breathe this air. To look at the road.

Then came the sense of freedom
…
of being attacked.

Motherfuckers.

I felt like I was being watched
right before I saw the five front wheels of a group of motorcycles on the side
of the road. Then came the goddamn bullets.

That was the one thing about
prison. There were no bullets flying around. Shanks and other weapons, sure,
but not bullets.

My reaction was spot on. I cut the
wheel to the right and turned my motorcycle sideways. I got to the side of the
road and spotted the rest of the guys doing the same. I saw Everly
’
s curly, brown hair dancing
behind her.

Fuck. I can
’
t let her get hurt.

That
’
s
what came to me and that
’
s
what stuck with me.

I got off my motorcycle as Layne
did. I ran toward him and he opened his leather cut and took out a gun. He
threw it at me and I caught it. He went toward the other motorcycles and I went
toward Everly. I grabbed her by the arm and pulled.

“
Come
with me, babe,
”
I said.

“
What
’
s happening?
”
she asked.

“
My
welcome home party is here,
”
I said.

I brought Everly to my motorcycle.
I tucked my gun into the back of my pants and I put my hands to her hips. I
pulled and she went down to her knees. As I crouched, I kept my hands on her.

“
Don
’
t fucking move,
”
I said.
“
Let us handle our business. I can
’
t have you shot and killed.
”

“
You
don
’
t even know me.
”

“
That
’
s my point. I want to get to
know you.
”
I touched Everly
’
s face and then smiled.

I hurried to stand and met up with
Buzzy and Austin as they hurried to catch up with Layne. Our enemies were now
in the road. All sitting on their motorcycles. Two of them had handguns pointed
at us. Two guys were big and strong enough they had a shotgun in one hand and a
handgun in the other.

“
Who
the fuck is this?
”
I asked.

“
Los
Ahn,
”
Layne said.
“
They
’
re pissed you
’
re
out, man. Their drug running is going to hit a snag.
”

“
Drugs,
huh? That
’
s what happening
now?
”

“
I
have to talk to you about that
…”

Fuck this.

I walked in front of Layne and
approached the other crew. Behind me, the guys were calling my name, warning
me. But I had no fear. I just did eighteen months in prison. These assholes
were the last line of true freedom for me.

“
Surprised
to see me?
”
I called out.

“
Step
back, motherfucker,
”
one of
them said.
“
We don
’
t play games. We come to kill.
”

I opened my arms.
“
Then fucking shoot. Make it
count.
”

“
You
need to learn the rules now, boy,
”
the same guy said.

I didn't recognize any of these
guys. That wasn
’
t a shock
to me because these crews were always changing guys. Mostly because they all
ended up getting killed. Or they ended up killing each other. All for drugs.
All for money.

“
What
’
s the rules?
”
I asked.

“
We
run these roads,
”
the guy
yelled.
“
Our place. Our
time. You stay away. We
’
ll
fucking kill all of you.
”

I stepped forward again.
“
I run everything now.
”

“
Where
’
s your patch then?
”

I looked at my chest. It pissed me
off that there was no patch there. I lifted my handgun and pointed it at the
guy. That brought all the weapons to me. If everyone pulled their trigger at
the same time, I
’
d be blown
to pieces.