LETHAL (Devil's Shadow MC, BOOK 1) SAMPLE

Chapter 2: INTRODUCING FIRE

Picture of Lethal 

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🎵...I FALL FROM THIS SKY,

BUT I WON'T FALL FOREVER,

I FALL BUT WHEN I RISE,

I'LL BE STRONGER THAN EVER...🎵

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DOMINIC

"Then in two weeks, every member of that club was found dead because someone had burned them alive. So help me God, if I—"

"That means you're a fuckin' coward just like others." I scoff, pushing the back door open. The Devil's Shadow MC has been my everything. My home and hell altogether. I'm not surprised to sniff the air around the clubhouse and find it thick with blood and sex. Just the moment we are outside, I see some of them chilling with their girls while others fooling around the club whores. But as it's Saturday, it's pretty normal for the Devils to get wild.

"But Lethal, you know doing nothin' will put our members in danger. You might be fearless, but Devils are our family. We don't turn our back on our own. And right now, not everyone will say it to your face, but secretly, they all are s-sacred." Sniper starts stuttering when my hard glare cuts through him. He was our secretary and the most trusted one in the club. But sometimes, he just doesn't get it. I made sure no one can get past my club and harm my members.

I am called Lethal for a reason.

I trust no one. I kill any fucker who dares to cross me. I can kill with my eyes closed if it means the safety of the Devils.

"Leave, Sniper. I have a job to do." My voice is hard. Girls thought the same about my cock, but none of them dared to come and ask for sex. Not that I would agree in the first place. My fists are more trustable than any girls anyway. And, my personality seemed to be a major turn off like all the other Devils joke sometimes when they think I'm not listening to them. I don't care if it's someone's first time or if they harbor feelings and shit. They only stare at me from afar.

"Hi, baby."

Except if it's Foxy. She's a pain in the ass.

Her slender fingers trail down until she is cupping my cock through my jeans, giving me that look.

Fucking hell.

"Why don't you come to my room? I will show ya a good time," she purrs, biting her lip. I trail my eyes along my body as she also looks down to where her hands are. No hardness. Nothing. See? I told you my cock was the only thing that was trustable. It doesn't get hard just at anyone's touch.

"You done playing?" She gives me a pout but, thankfully, pulls her hand out from where it doesn't belong. I could've told her off more if there wasn't a commotion coming from the club's entrance. Foxy shares a look with me before we both pull out our guns and start walking toward the screaming and yelling. When we reach the place, there is a crowd of Devils yelling at how it is unfair.

Nothing can be unfair when I'm still alive.

"He can't be gone! I talked to him last night. He was fine. He just...how could they!" I stare at the crying mess of a girl in the middle of the crowd with narrowed eyes. I saw her a few times in the club hanging out with Michel and Maddox before. Lifting the gun so it is directly aimed at her head, I speak calmly.

"What is it?"

Her eyes whip around until they meet mine. They widen, making her stand up clumsily. Before she can reach me, however, Foxy stops her.

"You heard the Prez. What is it?"

The girl glances at me and Foxy before she starts whimpering. "Michel...he's dead! They sent the body parts to my home this morning. I warned him. I fuckin' warned him not to mingle with the wrong crowd; to not go there, but he still did. That fucker left me with a broken heart and a fuckin' baby!"

Michel was dead.

That fucker managed to kill himself.

A dark chuckle leaves my lips and she freezes. I'm pretty sure she wanted me to get angry, but I am relieved. Maddox and Michel weren't exactly loyal to the club. They had their own share of betrayals lying around. The only reason they were even alive was because they both had kids. I might be cruel but not so cruel as to have a son deprived of his father. But if the father was anything like him, then maybe...

"Who killed him?"

She stammers before whispering, "The Knights."

Now that's a new name. "Are they new to the game?"

She shakes her head. "No, they're the ones wipin' the MC's off in this town. Michel was tryin' to track them down for months. He told me it was the knights, but I never got a picture or an address. Last night, he went to their home, hopin' he would bring their head back and ask for a—" Her eyes widen with an alarming pause.

"Asking for a what?" I ask, cocking the gun carelessly. Hell, if Michel was alive, he would have a heart attack seeing his old lady being threatened. But, then again, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't really mind, considering he was warming other women's beds when he was still alive.

Fucking asshole.

"Asking for a—" She looks around at the Devils, gulping, "asking for a rematch. He wanted your place. I'm sorry, Prez! I'm so sorry. Don't kill me."

Hmm...I should thank the Knights.

"Prez, should we kill her?" A Devil asks, aiming his gun at her head. She whimpers in fear again.

Tsk. Tsk. She's too predictable.

"No," I smirk. "I won't kill her if she can bring the Knights to us."

She nods repeatedly, thanking me. When she is out of sight, Foxy touches my arm, bringing my attention to her.

"You're actually goin' to finish them?" she asks. I give her the same harsh look I gave Sniper, and she hurriedly walks out of my way.

Knights...

I taste the name on my tongue. The killer in me fucking respects the Knights for getting rid of a fucker like Michel from this world. After all, we all were the same. But they declared war the moment they sent the body of a Devil to the clubhouse. For that reason, they have to go. They must suffer. And when I get my hands on them...

They will be fucking sorry to cross a Devil.