Deviance (The Chicago Defiance MC Series Book 3) Read online

  K E Osborn

  Deviance

  The Chicago Defiance MC Series Book 3

  K E Osborn

  Copyright 2018 K E Osborn

  All Rights Reserved

  This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, real people, and real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, organizations or places is entirely coincidental.

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  Disclaimer: The material in this book contains graphic language and sexual content and is intended for mature audiences, ages 18 and older.

  ISBN: 978-0648112372

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  Cover design by Kellie Dennis at Book Cover By Design

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  I’m broken.

  My fractured pieces held together by the grit of my brothers.

  My sanity—questionable at best.

  My pride—rocked every time someone says I'm a cold-blooded monster.

  It happened when she walked away.

  Forcing me to become the man I am today.

  Now, she's back with a threat on her tail, and I'm the only man who can protect her. My brothers don't know the reason she left, but they're about to find out.

  This story is a hell of a ride—it's chaotic, gritty, raw, and unrelenting.

  Love—it breaks you.

  Will society’s outcasts survive their deviance?

  To anyone suffering from a mental illness.

  You are one hell of a fighter because nothing is more terrifying than battling the demons in your own mind every single damn day.

  First and foremost, I would like to thank my mother, Kaylene Osborn, for her work as my editor. You have worked with me to make Deviance the best it can be. Hours of work have gone into this manuscript, and I know you put as much effort into my work as you possibly can. Thank you for believing in me and giving me the courage to trust in myself.

  To Andrea – It amazes me at how whenever a smidgen of doubt creeps into my mind, you are always there to lift me right back up. Your belief in me, your support and willingness to always help me with beta edits is such a cherished part of our friendship. I love you, mama bear, and I never want to lose you from my circle.

  To Diana – I’m so glad to have you on my beta team. Your feedback is always on point and every comment you make I pay special attention to. Your thoughts and ideas always help to make my stories grow, and I couldn’t go on this journey without you. Thank you so much for everything you do. This series would be lost without you. And so would my team.

  To Kim B – Thank you for all your thoughts and effort in your beta process for Deviance. Your thoughts and edits on this story were a great help, like always. I love having you on my team, and I can’t wait for many more books together.

  To Carol – My book world would not be the same without you. My life would not be the same without you. You are a part of my world now, and I know that I can count on you for anything, whether it be for beta reading, or a friendly chat, or just some advice. You’re simply always there for me. I can’t thank you enough.

  To Cindy/Thia – Thank you for always being here to help out with my beta reading. You do my books justice every. Single. Time. I can’t imagine my book world without you, and I’m so happy that I finally got to meet you this year. You really are a one in a million.

  To all of my awesome beta readers – Thank you for once again putting your thoughts into this book. I appreciate all of your energy and ideas, and together we make a great team. Without you beautiful ladies, this book wouldn’t be at its best potential. So thank you, every single one of you.

  To Nicki – Thank you for proofing my new series. You did such a fantastic job on the first two, and I’m so happy to have you working on my bikers. You’re a gorgeous person, and I’m pleased to have you on my team.

  To Jane – Thank you for being you. Thank you for everything you do to help make my books and me better. Thank you for believing in me, even when I don’t believe in myself. Thank you for pushing me. Thank you for every single damn thing. Thank you.

  To Kellie – I know I can be a pain in the ass, but I like to think that we make a good team. You make some of the most amazing covers, and I like to think mine are up there in that list. Thank you for always nailing mine.

  To my beautiful, playful, and utterly adorable pup, Bella. I love you more than words can say. You’re my inspiration, my motivation, and my light. You make every day better. I love you puppy dog.

  Last of all, I want to thank YOU, the reader. Your continued support of my writing career is both humbling and heartwarming. I adore my readers so much, and honestly, couldn’t keep going without the love and support you all show me each day. Thank you for believing in me, and I hope I can keep you entertained for many, many years to come.

  Thank you.

  Much love,

  K E Osborn

  xoxo

  Below is a list of terms used in this book, including Italian/Japanese/MC explanations for your convenience.

  Any questions, please do not hesitate to contact the author.

  Bastardo – Bastard.

  Coglione – Sucker, fool (Italian)

  Cut – Vest with club colors (MC terminology)

  Fiche fottute – Fucking cunts (Italian)

  Hammer Down – Accelerate quickly (MC terminology)

  Hog – A motorcycle (MC terminology)

  Principessa – Princess (Italian)

  Scarsi Dettagli – Little Details (Italian)

  Siamo una famiglia – We are family (Italian)

  Six – Keeping an eye on your back (MC terminology)

  Stronzo – Asshole (Italian)

  Yakuza – Members of organized crime syndicates originating in Japan.

  Blurb

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  A Note to the Reader

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Epilogue

  Playlist

  More Books To Check Out

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  About the Author – K E Osborn

  TRAX

  I opened my heart to a woman once.

  Then she left.

  The reasons she disappeared from my life were definitely not good enough. I could have helped her. Been there for her. Fuck! I would have done anything for her. Killed for her.

  But, she left anyway.

  It makes me think back to the time when I was just a prospect—a cocky little upstart shit—and the club was at one of those big meetups where motorcycle clubs from all over the country were in attendance. The Notorious Knights MC, our brother club—who help us out from time to time just like we do them—were in attendance too. We were all having fun, getting rowdy, me maybe a little more than the others. I’d gotten myself into shit when I went off alone. Nearly started a damn war with another club, but Crest, the President of the Notorious Knights, stepped in pulling me out of it.

  My dad, Guinness, was still alive and was beyond grateful Crest was able to cool shit before it had even begun, Dad telling Crest our club ‘owed him one.’

  My hot-head would inevitably get me into deep shit, and they all said I was from the wrong side of the tracks. Hence, when I patched in, my road name became Trax, but I digress.

  Crest from the Knights never did call in his favor, even when I started seeing his daughter, Mylee. I thought for sure Crest would intervene, tell me to stop, or rip me a new asshole. But even though I was a shithead, he thought I was good for her. She obviously didn’t see it the same way, though.

  Pain ripples through my chest thinking about her. We spent so long together. The good times were great. The bad times—I sigh—the bad times were eye-opening. It was hard, especially because she lived four hours away. Making time for each other was difficult, so when we did see each other, we would stay together for prolonged periods of time. Mylee here at my club, usually keeping to herself, or me at the Knights’ clubhouse. Either way, we stuck it out. I thought we were something. It felt like we were something. Like we were heading somewhere. But she threw it all away.

  I still don’t fully understand why. It’s not like I wouldn’t have been there. Gritting my teeth as anger bubbles up inside me, I clench my fists. My knuckles turn white as I shake my head pulling myself out of my inner thoughts.

  Turning around, I notice Foxy walking toward Torque, and I let out a small groan. Seeing all these loved-up couples in here is doing my head in. First Sensei and Sass in the corner, now my blood brother and his Old Lady, Foxy.

  I glance behind the bar to see Cindi’s already pouring me another beer. “You know, Trax, you’ve had a long day, what with the club defeating the yakuza and all…” She pauses and smiles. “How ‘bout I help you through the long night?” Cindi waggles her eyes suggestively while leaning over, her tits almost falling out of her top.

  The idea of freeing some of this tension and letting loose between the sheets is appealing. “Fuck yes, I’m in,” I cheer as an alarm sounds through the compound—it’s the alert of an incoming, unknown vehicle. Letting out a frustrated groan, I roll my eyes and glance back to Cindi. “Rain check? I’m going to be looking for you whenever this shit’s done. You got me?” I demand, and her nose twitches in a cute way.

  “I got you, Trax. I’ll go wait in your room.” She winks then heads off down the hall. I gulp down the remainder of my beer, slamming my personalized German stein onto the bar. We all have one, it’s a club thing. I stand from my stool, looking around as I watch my brothers all beginning to move about the clubroom.

  Sensei catches up to me as we both advance to where Torque and Ace are standing. Without saying a word, we all head straight for the compound gate. We’ve only just gotten back from one hell of a war, and we don’t need anything new on our doorstep.

  We stare up at Gatekeeper as he looks down on us from his high post above the gate. “It’s some chick with Crest from the Notorious Knights MC,” he calls out.

  Sensei looks to Torque, who shrugs, while he gives the signal to open the gate.

  Tension rolls over me. Why the hell would Crest show up here with some random bitch? Last time I saw him was over two years ago. It was also the last time I saw her.

  Slowly the gate opens as a rundown car comes into view. I don’t miss the luggage crowding the backseat as Crest steps off his ride and the woman slides out of the car. It takes me a second before it registers, but when it does all the air is knocked from me. I gasp, letting out a kind of gurgled moan as I stumble slightly on the spot. Gripping onto Sensei’s shoulder, I try to stabilize myself. She’s just as beautiful as I remember. Her cheeks a little rounder, her hips slightly curvier, her figure a little fuller, but she was far too skinny the last time I saw her. She looks somehow sexier now. Her curves go on for days, and while some men might find her a bit bigger than the girls we’re used to here, I think she looks fucking amazing. Her cute button nose is still sporting a few tiny freckles, but her eyes haven’t changed. Her emerald green eyes stand out against her pale face. My heart pounds harder just looking at the scared look in those fucking gorgeous eyes—those eyes that always make my heart pound that little bit fucking quicker. The thing about Mylee is, she doesn’t need makeup to look stunning. She’s flawless just as she is. A natural beauty as she stands here in front of me, looking even more perfect than the last time I saw her, with her blonde wavy hair which is longer and falls around her face so perfectly that she’s practically glowing.

  She looks—healthy.

  Happy.

  She looks fucking fantastic.

  Mylee weakly smiles then takes a deep, steadying breath as she looks directly in my eyes, which immediately sends a shockwave of electricity right through my very fucking foundation.

  She subtly waves. “Hey, Trax.” Her voice is exactly as I remember—smooth and alluring like thick honey. My entire body sags like a fucking puppy hearing its owner after being apart for a long time.

  My pulse is racing as I look at the woman who broke me. The woman who stole my heart then shattered it, swept it up and took off with pieces of it. I want to run to her, and everything in me is telling me to do just that, but my brain is unsure of how to play this out. I’ve missed her for two, long, damn years, but right now I’m fucking angry also. She broke a part of me which I have no idea if it can ever be fixed. A myriad of emotions is running through me.

  It feels like we’ve been standing in this position for a lifetime when in reality it’s only been a matter of moments. I take a small step forward screwing up my face as I let out a long huff. “Mylee?” I ask just to make sure I’m not seeing a fucking ghost.

  Her lips slowly turn up as she hesitantly steps forward.

  I tense up but don’t step back, feeling all my brothers’ eyes on me.

  “I… I know it’s been a while—”

  “A while? Mylee, it’s been two fucking years!” I can’t help the venom pouring from my mouth while I glare at her.

  She looks to the ground, her hands knotting together—she appears more like the innocent and nervous Mylee I’m used to—then she swallows hard.

  Torque places his hand on my back trying to calm me down.

  It doesn’t help.

  “Trax, I know you’re shocked to see us here, but it’s for a reason,” Crest announces, his voice deep, gravelly, and gruff.

  I look to the man who I once thought would be my father-in-law, but I can’t find any words.

  Torque pats my back again tilting his head. “Okay. Mylee, Crest… how about you come inside.” He gestures to the clubhouse. “Standing at the gate will only draw attention to us.”

  Mylee looks up at me while my chest heaves in anger? Frustration? Hope? I have no idea what the fuck I’m feeling right now.

  Shaking my head, my nostrils flare as I groan loudly. “No! She had a choice to stay here. She chose not to. You can’t come back two years later because it suits you. We don’t want you here,” I spit out only marginally believing my own words as her eyes flood with tears.

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sp; She looks to Torque, he glares directly at me, then steps forward blocking my view of her.

  “I’m the President, Mylee, I have final say. You’re here for a reason. Are you here for Trax?” Torque asks bluntly what I was too chicken shit to question myself.

  My chest tightens as I look away not wanting to know the answer.

  She clears her throat like she’s hesitant. “N-Not exactly.”

  Clenching my eyes tightly, my stomach sinks. Even though I’m being a dick to her right now, I guess some part of me was hoping she’d made a huge mistake. That she was here for me. That she wanted me back.

  “She’s here because of me, Torque,” Crest announces, so I look over to him. “Remember that favor your club owes me? Well, here she is,” he announces without batting an eyelid.

  Torque clears his throat. “You in some kind of trouble, Crest?”

  “I need protection on Mylee. We’ve got some asshole after her. He’s a big deal. Has pull in high places, and right now we have shit going down at the club. We can’t have anyone putting a spotlight on us. As much as I need to have Mylee protected by my club, my brothers, right now it’s going to take resources I need for other shit. I need someone to watch over her, someone who I know will protect her… like family.” Crest looks my way as if his words are directed at me.

  It hits me right in the guts like a sucker punch.

  He brought her here so I could watch over her.

  Because of my attachment to her?

  Fucker’s using me.

  Rubbing the back of my neck, I realize she didn’t come here to see me at all. She never would have if Crest didn’t demand it of her. Knowing I probably never meant shit to Mylee is eating me up. I can’t stand here any longer aware of the fact that this woman in front of me could do me so much harm, and she doesn’t even fucking know it. She has the power to bring me to my knees, yet she stands there like she isn’t even affected by me.