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Broken Deeds MC: Second Generation #3, page 1
Broken Deeds MC:
Second Generation #3
By Esther E. Schmidt
Copyright © 2020 by Esther E. Schmidt All rights reserved.
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This book is a work of fiction. Incidents, names, places, characters and other stuff mentioned in this book is the results of the author’s imagination. Broken Deeds MC: Second Generation is a work of fiction. If there is any resemblance, it is entirely coincidental.
This content is for mature audiences only. Please do not read if sexual situations, violence and explicit language offends you.
Cover design by:
Esther E. Schmidt
Editor #1:
Christi Durbin
Editor #2:
Virginia Tesi Carey
Cover model:
Paul G.
Photographer:
Golden Czermak, FuriousFotog
Dedication
To those who carry the weight of others on their shoulders…be kind to yourself, sometimes it’s good and needed to share and lighten your burden.
Table of contents
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
EPILOGUE
PROLOGUE
Two months ago
– BENEDICT –
Adrenaline is spiking my blood while my heart is racing to pump that shit through my veins. I hope my woman is still in this mansion, and she’d better be alive and in one piece. Fucking hell, this is the third damn time I’m coming to her rescue.
The first time she was kidnapped, Baton, my twin brother, was given the order to go in alone and get her out. It’s what the both of us are skilled to do; a lone soldier trained for combat in unusual situations.
Except my brother isn’t able to go on missions anymore, unlike what everyone else might think. It’s the reason I stepped into my brother’s skin and took the mission. Easy enough since we’re identical twins. Our parents can tell us apart, though it can be difficult as we even carry the same ink.
And it wasn’t hard to switch places because me and my twin always looked when either name was being called. Because when you look exactly the same, people fuck up a lot. They could only tell us apart when we let them.
Meaning Baton always had a baseball cap turned backwards on his head. All I had to do was snatch one of those and I was Baton for anyone who knew us and threw a glance at me.
Baton and I went on many missions together and by ourselves. In and out without much effort, and if a mission went to hell, we’d make sure to pull through. Except for the last one we went on together.
In his last minutes he made me vow something and stick to it no matter what. I owe him that much; he wanted to live forever, I will make fucking sure he does. My name might be Benedict, but I’ve been called Baton by everyone for many months now.
It’s why I took Baton’s mission a few months ago and found Ellory tied up in a room. When we were headed out, we ran into two kidnappers blocking our escape. I had a gun in each hand and the woman was holding onto me since we were about to slip out the window.
With the kidnappers blocking our path, I had to deviate and go through the house instead. Ellory panicked and thought there was no way out. I had to silence her to save our asses so I did what I had to do and slammed my mouth over hers.
She fucking triggered my heart with that kiss–mid havoc, guns blazing–and sucked my soul right out to merge with hers. Good thing my body is trained to work without my brain and I got us out of there without another hitch. Though, the massive imprint she had on me never went away.
And it wasn’t a one-sided connection either; she felt the electricity of our attraction. When we got to safety and I called it in, we had to wait in a hotel room for three hours. We used two of those to screw our damn brains out. Fucking hell, the taste of her on my tongue drove me close to insanity.
But that was all the time we had together; those two magnificent hours of my life. Even though I saved her and brought her safely back to her father, I found out the fucker placed me on a no-fucking-contact list when I tried to contact her.
Her father is the damn mayor. The fucker had a lot of power to keep me away from his daughter. Hell, even my president made me stay away from her because of the political entwinement.
And then, months later, she reached out because no one believed her when she thought she had a stalker. I brought it to my prez’s attention and Broken Deeds MC handled it. A little too easy for my liking, and it was creepy as fuck with someone watching her apartment round the clock. And let’s face it, a kidnapping and then a stalker? Fucking hell, she’s a magnet for trouble but I guess her father turned out to be to blame for everything.
We recently discovered the mayor is tied to a cartel. A fucking cartel who is to blame for all the havoc in Ellory’s life. And now we’re about to storm into a mansion owned by Gattani Beto, second in command of the cartel. We found out this fucker is holding Ellory hostage. So, like I said; she’d better be here, alive and in one piece.
And dammit…being kidnapped, a stalker, now held hostage…three times is a fucking charm. This is the third time I’m coming for her and this time? I’m not going to let her go no matter who is ordering me to keep my distance; I’m going to keep her right beside me for the rest of my life.
My brothers have the place surrounded as we near the mansion. Gattani knows we’re hot on his tail and it shows when we see his men packing up an SUV, shoving suitcases inside and stalking back into the mansion, leaving the front door open.
Fucking perfect; this way we can still hold on to the element of surprise when we slide inside the mansion. All my brothers are divided into teams. Pax takes his team left as Ramrod and his team go right.
Pax and Ramrod are going around to take out the outer security before entering the house themselves. There are eight of us in my team, and we go in through the front and fall into pairs. Depay and Deeds head upstairs. Dannon and I take the first door on the left as the other four head straight ahead.
It takes less than a second for my brain to scan the room. I notice a door moving across from me, and a glimpse of a body slides through the opening. Sprinting forward I keep my gun aimed straight ahead, knowing Dannon has my back.
I assume no one else is a threat in the room–call it a gut instinct–and my anger flames hot when I step through the door and see Gattani get behind the wheel of an SUV. I fire off a few rounds but they bounce right off. Bulletproof. Dammit. I can only stare at the fucker, seeing the taillights race off in the distance as I stand in a garage.
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I hear Dannon’s voice in my ear, giving Wyatt an update about an SUV leaving the premises. No need to fucking tell me what my eyes just witnessed; Gattani escaping. Did he take Ellory with him?
I scan my surroundings and let my mind go over all my options. I want to run for my bike and give chase but I’m aware we’re working as a team, meaning my VP, Wyatt, just put another team on the SUV.
Hell, there’s a bird in the air too so this fucker isn’t going anywhere unseen. Stalking back into the house, I hear gunfire coming from somewhere inside the mansion. There are still some of Gattani’s men roaming around the premises.
“Fucking asshole slipping through our fingers like that,” Dannon grunts. “Wyatt has eyes on him, don’t worry, we’ll find your girl.”
Dannon walks backward and stumbles against a large trunk. He tries to balance himself and grabs the latch, making it fall open. The air freezes inside my lungs and my heart squeezes so damn painfully it’s as if it’s being ripped through my eyes because what I’m seeing before me is making my eyes bleed.
Ellory.
My sweet, sweet woman…handcuffed, gagged with a fucking ballgag, and she doesn’t seem alive. The way Dannon knocked against the crate? She should have opened her damn eyes, even if she couldn’t move other parts of her body.
Anger threatens to overtake me but I shove it down because I have to keep a clear head. She needs me; now more than ever. Dannon is staring at her in horror, rooted in place as I bellow out a string of curses, anything to draw Ellory’s attention and get her to fucking look at me.
My hands roam over her body, inside the crate but I can’t seem to find the keys for the handcuffs. I roar in anger and finally notice a little set of keys on the floor. Snatching them up, I manage to get the cuffs off and ever so gently remove the ballgag from her head.
This is when she fucking whimpers my name. Her nose presses against me and I can feel her body recognizing me as her arms instinctively cling to me. My eyes fall shut and in this moment, I realize they fucking took her from me time and time again.
Instinct kicks in and I find a wall at my back, aim my gun forward and make damn fucking sure no one will ever take her from me again. Never. Never a-fucking-gain. I have my finger on the trigger and I know it’s fucked up; you never put your finger on the damn trigger unless you are ready to shoot. It’s the first thing you learn about safety and guns.
But they broke her, that fucking Gattani shoved her in a crate, bound and gagged, like a piece of property. My woman. The fucking reason I breathe to live another day. It all ends, it fucking ends or I’ll make sure I’ll kill each and every one coming near us.
A handful of shapes enter the room and I keep my aim steady. If they so much as come one fucking step closer, I’ll shoot them. I don’t care who they are. This whole world is fucked up to let the most precious and innocent woman go through this load of fuck-up.
“It’s me, Vachs. You ready to go home, Baton? Can you stand and carry Ellory home with you?”
You ready to go home, Baton? Baton will never return home. He can’t. Dead men can’t return home. They’re no longer among us. And I almost lost the woman I love more than life itself; I can’t bear to lose anyone else who is a huge fucking part of me.
I’m looking at the guy standing near me, not giving a fuck who he is and I don’t even try to blink, all I care for is keeping the woman in my arms safe, and that means letting no one near us. I tighten my arm around Ellory and keep a steady aim with my other hand. Ellory has her face buried against my chest and is clinging to me as if I’m her lifeline. And I damn well am.
“Baton, brother,” the man tries again to throw words at me. “You hold her tight, you hear? You fucking hold on and don’t let go. You’ve got her now, don’t you?”
My eyes are still holding his and I lower my chin to brush it against the top of Ellory’s head, making sure she’s indeed right there with me. She was thrown in my path, the first mission I was forced to take as Baton, ironically pointing out the very thing he told me right before he died and a fucking breath before he made me vow to a promise I needed for him to keep.
“Let’s bring her home. Get her in your room at the clubhouse where she’s surrounded by the safety of the brotherhood. You found her. You got her. She’s yours. I know you have the property patch on your chest with her name. She’s your old lady. Now bring her the fuck home so you can take care of her, okay?” There’s a snap in his last sentence.
Ellory whimpers. The man is right. She is mine. My old lady. She might not know it, others might not know it, but I knew the second our lips met this was the woman I wanted for many lifetimes to come. Because when you taste something this good? You feel the power of love and drink it down to keep it going.
It’s exactly why I inked the property patch on my chest; to keep her close to my heart because it was hers, and only hers. Even if her father, my father, my president…hell…everyone kept us apart. But I have her. My brother told me I could meet the woman I would share the rest of my life with on my next mission and I fucking did. I’m not letting go. Never again.
The man softens his voice and repeats, “Bring her home.”
Bring her home. Fuck, yes, I will. I swallow hard and let my eyes fall shut, release a heavy breath and let his words sink in. When my gaze lands on the man before me, I recognize one of my brothers; Vachs. I glance around the room and notice a handful of my other brothers standing behind him.
“Want me to drag your skinny ass up?” Vachs taunts.
A growl rumbles through me and I place my weapon down next to me. Vachs steps closer and holds out his hand, I grab it and he drags me to his feet. Ellory is still holding onto me as if her life depends on it.
Archer comes to a stop next to Vachs. “There’s a car out front to get you to the clubhouse. Like Vachs said, bring her home, brother.”
“Thanks, Prez,” I croak.
I hold my woman as I stalk out of the room to bring her home. Keeping the vow I gave Baton. Keeping the burden of my identical twin brother’s death, keeping his name while throwing my own life away and letting everyone think Benedict is a selfish asshole who stepped away from responsibilities and is never home.
In the end, none of it matters. For I am Benedict, and I am bringing my woman home.
CHAPTER ONE
Present day
– BENEDICT –
Her eyes keep sliding to me. Everyone else in the clubhouse–celebrating Vachs and Hadley’s marriage–might be oblivious to her stress level but I’m not. I know her. I’ve helped her cope these last couple of months where she literally had to hotwire her brain to get out of the cage she mentally threw herself in.
Two months. It took two fucking months for her to somewhat open up to life again and one damn moment blew everything to shit. Today was the day Gattani delivered a message–during Vachs and Hadley’s wedding I might add–that the time for vengeance was here.
I don’t know why he decided to make his presence known today. Maybe it was because it was the first time Ellory actually left the clubhouse out in the open without hiding her appearance, or maybe it was shit-luck coincidence.
Gattani managed to slip through our fingers two months ago when we saved Ellory out of his grasp. His SUV was found empty underneath a bridge. He must have switched vehicles and when we backtracked all the cars that went in and out–to see if Gattani was in one of them–we came up empty. The fucker has been dust in the wind for two months and now he’s back.
We have been keeping a close eye on every crime wave to see if the cartel made his way back but they have been laying low. I’m not totally oblivious to the fact there have been some developments in the case the government is building against Gattani.
Mainly because Hall, Ellory’s father, is now considered a prime witness and took a plea deal since Gattani was elbow deep in Hall’s ass and the fucker liked it a bit too much. Or rather the power and money the cartel gave him. Gattani should be in the ground for the shit Hall is also tied to. Hell, Broken Deeds MC lost a prospect they killed a few months ago. In my eyes Hall is as much a criminal as the rest of them.
We’ve managed to link a slush fund from an accounting company which has a direct tie to his campaign funding. The cartel has been fueling his career for years. It might have started as blackmail or he might have just willingly gotten into bed with them, what the fuck ever. Point is, Hall is dirty and pulled his daughter into one shitstorm after another.
Hall is being kept under high security. We have no clue if Ellory knows how deep the shit her father is in, if he was in on it, or if she knew what her father was doing. She hasn’t said one word about it and refuses to talk about what happened or how she ended up handcuffed and gagged in that crate.
Then there’s the horrid reminder gnawing my brain how she asked me for a female doctor and didn’t want to go to a hospital. Chopper’s old lady is an ER nurse but she was out of state. It’s a good thing Blue, my president’s aunt, has a medical background. Blue is Zack’s old lady. He’s the president of Areion Fury MC and the brother of Archer’s mother.
Blue came to our clubhouse and was with Ellory in my room for almost two hours. Neither one talked about what happened or what the reason was why she needed a fucking doctor. But the look Blue gave me when she walked out my door? Fuck…yeah, a horrid reminder for sure.
It pains my heart she insists on going through some of that shit by herself. Though, I also have to let her climb out of that dark hole she fell in while keeping my hand stretched out–ready to grab hold–so she knows there’s always a lifeline. And the fucking irony is, the woman used to be a motivational speaker.
Though, she cut ties with her profession the day I brought her here to the clubhouse two months ago. Another thing she doesn’t want to talk about and merely says it’s her choice to take a hiatus and focus on getting her own life back together. And she was well on her way to doing just that until today.
Ellory’s eyes slide from Bee, my president’s old lady, back to mine and to the hallway. It’s a silent plea for an escape. She’s a strong woman, picking up her life in her own way, but I know her. I see her, and she lets me see her even if it means showing weakness. But it’s this weakness where I see her strength.
We’ve been present during all the celebrations long enough today. I hold out my hand and she instantly says something to Bee. She dashes up and stalks toward me. Vachs and Hadley have excused themselves and are about to start their wedding night. I’d say it’s also reason enough for me and my woman to sneak away.
