White Lies (Blood Brothers MC Book 1)

CHAPTER ONE

It was morning, and it had been a long time coming.

Kane Peters took possession of his meager belongings, the suit from his trial, the penknife that could have served him well on the inside, and her photograph. The image got him through the darker nights.

None so dark as the first.

***

Kane was cornered in the shower. He had told himself that he had nothing to fear; nothing was too much too handle. But forms that surpassed even his great height threatened to rip him wide open for another man’s crimes. Rumor had spread through the showers that a baby rapist had recently arrived. Soap fell off the shoulders of men who had killed in the name of money and honor. But to hurt a child? That broke code and would be dealt with accordingly.

Kane held his ground in the wake of their menacing eyes.

“I’m a Blood Brother,” he stated simply.

“What the fuck is that?” the biggest guy barked.

Glancing at the ink on his arms, Kane thought of the days in which that mark had been enough to keep him from all harm. He was the one that men feared when other gangs tried to challenge him in the space of a fast food counter or on the cusp of a knife fight. He could take them down with a glance and head back to his crew, needing nothing more than Noel at his side and the roar of the bike between his legs. Nothing more than that.

“Look, buddy,” Kane started. “You better—”

He was driven into the tiles, and he couldn’t stop the force of the foot that spread his legs apart until he was splayed on the ground. It was a bitch move, but Kane tried to scream. He couldn’t make a sound, and as he steeled himself for the attack, Kane drifted towards a memory.

***

Angeline.

***

Her face was all pale angles below wild brown curls. When he first met her, by chance as she spent her day off ministering to the lowest corner of Frisco, Kane was nursing a sprained wrist. Normally he’d ice it down and wait it out, but after two days, the pain still raging and forced him to swallow his pride. Gritting his teeth, he fell into the feel of her hand, and she smiled when he winced.

“Relax,” she said. “I promise I won’t hurt you.”

In her pink scrubs, she danced her fingers up his arm and back again. Stopping at his tender wrist, Kane sighed.

“I get that,” he said. “Think you can help me out… nurse?”

She smiled brightly and cocked her head to the side.

“Leave it to me,” she said. “Here.”

Reaching into a tiny fridge, she produced an ice pack.

“Hold this close,” the nurse said. Kane grudgingly brought the icy gel to his wrist and watched her move around the small exam room. She was a frenzy of quick starts and stops, her head constantly poking through the door to ask if anyone else needed her help. Her pace impressed him, and when she turned her gaze back to his, her eyes brimming with concern, Kane touched her with his good hand. His fingers curled around her neck. She gently closed her eyes, and Kane felt her flesh, warm and wanting. She seemed to forget herself. Closing her eyes, she sighed into him, and when she lifted her lids, there was nothing but two too-wide eyes, bright green.

“Look, mister I have to—”

He kept her close when she tried to pull away. He had to know more.

“You got a name?” he asked.

Again she tried to leave his hold, but before she could move, Kane forgot his injury and brought her pale face closer to his.

“What are you doing?” she whispered. Kane felt her body tense, but her eyes were anything but.

“Relax, honey,” Kane said as he grazed his fingers against her cheek. “Just trying to be friendly.”

The nurse began to protest, but then she paused as she seemed to realize that he wasn’t the type to give up without getting everything he wanted.

“Angeline,” she murmured. “Okay?”

She tried to turn her attention back to his injured wrist when he brought his good hand behind her back. Taking her curls between his fingers, Kane knew that he wanted to know more about her. And there was no way that she would ever be able to turn him down.

“What about you?” she asked.

No way at all.

“Who, me?” he asked, a confident smile crossing his face.

“Can’t I be friendly, too?” she challenged with a smirk.

Just as he had expected.

“I’m Kane.”

“How’d you hurt your hand, Kane?” Angeline asked.

He massaged his wrist as his eyes went dark.

“Price of doing business,” he said. “It happens.”

It might scare her some, but soon he’d get her alone and show her everything he could do, even with a bad hand.

But there was no fear in her eyes. If anything, Angeline was curious.

“And what business is that?” Angeline asked.

He’d show her soon enough, but first things first.

“You got dinner plans?” he asked.

Angeline blushed, but she didn’t fall away from him.

“And what if I say yes?” she teased

Pressing his palm into her, Kane’s eyes narrowed and he laughed.

“Cancel ‘em,” he said. “You just got a better offer.”

She hesitated for all of a second before smiling.

“Looks like,” she said.

***

“Scum!”

He was back in the prison showers, shaking his head, trying to scream through a tattered wash cloth. As he fought, more and more men surrounded him. Out of the corner his eye, Kane saw them working their hands around their cocks. Being a Blood Brother counted for nothing. He had taken beatings before. When he was a kid. The trick was always to focus on something else.

***

“I cancelled my imaginary plans for this?”

So it wasn’t the Ritz. Diner grub was good enough for him, and this was just the first course. Dessert would be more to her liking.

“Hey, at least you don’t have to cook,” he said as he casually pulled a smoke from his pack. Lighting the butt, smoke spilled above her head. She looked good through the haze, and he started to speak when a cracked out waitress drifted towards their table.

“Not in here,” she said, her eyes dazed as she moved past them in her own fog. Kane took another drag before starting to stamp the cigarette out. Angeline folded her arms across her chest.

“You know that’s bad for your health?” she prompted.

“Seriously?” he said in a mocking voice. “No one has ever told me that.”

Here it came. The lecture. He’d let her talk for a few seconds. But no more.  He wanted to hear other sounds pouring out of her mouth.

“Well, it is,” she said.

The flame was almost dead when she reached across the table. Taking his hand, she brought the crumpled cigarette to her lips, exhaled like a pro, then snuffed it out against her saucer.

“But some habits are hard to break I guess,” she said.

Her eyes sparkled as she scanned her menu. Leaning back, Kane knew that he liked her, and he was glad that that some punk had twisted his wrist to the point where it now was.

***

Now his arm was wrenched back again, and his soapy form was about to be ripped in two. As the tip of a strange cock started to work its way inside his ass, Kane forced his mind back to Angeline.

***

His apartment was cluttered, but she didn’t seem to mind. Brushing a pile of dirty clothes aside, she sat on the couch as he cracked open the fridge and pulled out a beer.

“You want one?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “Absolutely.”

Kane opened another bottle and sat at her side.

“Thanks,” she said.

He watched the bubbles swirling down her throat. When she set the bottle down, he shifted closer. The girl needed to be kissed, and he was the man for the job. Curling his arm around her shoulders, Angeline waited for him to make another move.

“Tell me, Angeline,” he started. “Do you do this with all your patients?”

She started to squirm in his hold, but Kane’s strength kept her close. Naturally she would say no. But how could she resist his—

“Oh yeah,” she said. “All the time.”

Kane started back and stared at her hard.

“You do?” he asked. Kane hadn’t pegged her as easy, but it wouldn’t be the first time that he’d read something wrong.

“I have burly bikers falling at my feet in scores,” she said. “Couldn’t you tell?”

It took him a second to realize that she was joking. When he did, they laughed together, and he drew her closer to his chest.

“So you want to hang out?” he asked.

Angeline paused. She soon brought her fingers to the stubble about his cheeks, her smile wider than her eyes.

“I think so,” she said.

“You think?” Kane asked. He leaned in to kiss her. Her lips parted easily around his, and he hugged her tighter. Leaving her mouth, she slowly shook her head.

“No,” Angeline said. “I’m pretty damn sure.”

And he kissed her again.

***

Kane was on his stomach, his legs held apart by meaty hands. Suddenly, a sharp whistle hit the shower.

“Not him,” a voice said.

Kane was able to lift his head to see a muscled black man pointing down the hall.