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Wicked Perfect Storm
Devil’s Hellions MC
Book Four
Hayley Faiman
Hayley Faiman Books, LLC
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Epilogue
Free Conclusion Story
Two Free Stories
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Men of Baseball Series—
Pitching for Amalie
Catching Maggie
Forced Play for Libby
Sweet Spot for Victoria
Russian Bratva Series —
Owned by the Badman
Seducing the Badman
Dancing for the Badman
Living for the Badman
Tempting the Badman
Protected by the Badman
Forever my Badman
Betrothed to the Badman
Chosen by the Badman
Bought by the Badman
Collared by the Badman
Notorious Devils MC —
Rough & Rowdy
Rough & Raw
Rough & Rugged
Rough & Ruthless
Rough & Ready
Rough & Rich
Rough & Real
Cash Bar Series —
Laced with Fear
Chased with Strength
Flamed with Courage
Blended with Pain
Twisted with Chaos
Mixed with trouble
SAVAGE BEAST MC —
UnScrew Me
UnBreak Me
UnChain Me
UnLeash Me
UnTouch Me
UnHinge Me
UnWreck Me
UnCage Me
Unfit Hero Series —
CONVICT
HERO
FRAUD
KILLER
COWBOY
Zanetti Famiglia Series —
Becoming the Boss
Becoming his Mistress
Becoming his Possession
Becoming the Street Boss
Becoming the Hitman
Becoming his Wife
Becoming her Salvation
Prophecy Sisters Series —
Bride of the Traitor
Bride of the Sea
Bride of the Frontier
Bride of the Emperor
Astor Family Series —
Hypocritically Yours
Egotistically Yours
Matrimonially Yours
Occasionally Yours
Nasty Bastards MC —
Ruin My Life
Tame My Life
Start My Life
Dance into My Life
Shake Up My Life
Repair My Life
Sweeten My Life
Wrap Up My Life
Underworld Sinners—
Stolen by the Sinner
Bound to the Sinner
Caught by the Sinner
F*cked by the Sinner
Stripped by the Sinner
Rejecting the Sinner
Loved by the Sinner
Devil’s Hellions MC —
Dirty Perfect Storm
Lovely Perfect Storm (1.5)
Cocky Perfect Storm
Hot Perfect Storm (2.5)
Taboo Perfect Storm
Wicked Perfect Storm
Twisted Perfect Storm (4.5)
Awakened Curses —
Vow to a King
Vow to a Tyrant
Vow to a Rogue
Offspring Legends—
Between Flaming Stars
Beautiful Unwanted Wildflower
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DISCOVERY
APPEAL
Forbidden Love Series —
Personal Foul
Kinetic Energy
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Royally Relinquished: A Modern Day Fairy Tale
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To the wicked, everything serves as pretext.
Voltaire
Chapter One
AGONY
I lift the bottle to my lips and take a drink, hissing as the liquid burns my throat. Gone. Up and fucking disappeared—vanished. I should have known that nothing good ever happens to me. It never has, and judging by this shit, it never fucking will.
I should have known it was all too good to last. Too sweet, too fucking fantastic, too much.
And my Reese was all kinds of good, too.
Like the fucking idiot I am, I fell in goddamn love with a woman who could never love me back. She never hid what she wanted or who she was. She never promised me anything she couldn’t deliver.
I knew she only wanted a good time.
I knew a hell of a lot, could see her restless, damaged soul that hid behind her eyes, but I didn’t fucking care.
I went all in.
I went for it… for her, like an idiot.
She warned me, too.
Told me over and over again that she couldn’t love me, wouldn’t love me—never would, no matter what the fuck I did. She wasn’t the type to commit. She wanted fun and only fun. No promises, no declarations.
Nothing.
I thought I could handle that. I’ve never known anything other than a good fuck, good food, and a good smoke. It’s all I thought I needed in life. I could give her zero promises. I could have fun and, when our time ran out, move on.
Until I met her.
Now I’m sitting around like some lovesick fucking fool, drinking my life away. I’m crying in my goddamn booze like a sad fucking country song. Pathetic is what I am. And Reese doesn’t give two shits.
She didn’t even pack a bag. She just took her purse and car, then bounced. And like the idiot I am, I have all her shit in storage, saving it for when she comes back, paying a monthly bill, knowing she doesn’t give a fuck.
I’ve harassed her brother for days, but he’s given me nothing. Logan claims he doesn’t know a damn thing. Although, judging by the way Reese told me she felt about him, it doesn’t surprise me that he doesn’t have a clue where she is.
He’s busy dealing and supplying drugs; he’s not really focused on his family. Even if she just fucking vanished into thin goddamn air. I am staring straight ahead as I sit on the couch, but I don’t see anything.
Thunder sighs as she sinks down on the cushion beside me, breaking me out of my thoughts about Reese, my feelings for her, and her disappearance. She wraps her fingers around the bottle in my hand and tugs it out of my grasp.
Turning my head, I stare at her, though it takes me a moment to stop seeing two and focus on just the one of her sitting beside me. She smiles but doesn’t speak. I wonder if I’m imagining her or if she’s real.
Blinking a few times
She shrugs, lifting the bottle to her lips. “Fucking is what got me into this mess,” she snaps.
“What’s up?” I ask, though I can tell I’m slurring, which makes me chuckle.
My mouth just won’t form the shapes I need it to right now. I’m not usually one who gets fucked up on a regular basis. I like to drink and smoke, but I don’t typically get shit-faced like I am now.
Usually, I prefer to be alert as a general rule.
Just in case.
But I’m too far gone for this woman to give a fuck about myself, at least right now. Maybe in a week, a month, a year, I won’t be this fucked up. I know that being incapacitated could lead to devastation. I’ve been there before, and I never want to put myself in that position again. Yet I am doing just that right now, and I don’t really give a fuck, which says a lot about my mental state.
Personally, I couldn’t make any kind of move to help anyone in this moment. A rival could waltz in here, shooting up the whole place, and I’m pretty sure I would sit my ass right here and just watch. About all I would be capable of is pissing or puking. I don’t even think I can walk. Selfishly, I don’t care that I’m incapacitated, either.
“Hellcat,” she says with a heavy sigh, breaking me out of my thoughts again. “I love him. I’m an idiot and fell in love with one of you assholes.” Then she turns to me, leaning in closer before she whispers, “Now I can’t come. Not even when I’m alone.”
“That’s more information than I ever needed,” I mutter.
My mind instantly pulls up images of Thunder trying to make herself come. It’s all I can think about. This is not really anything I want to focus on right now, but I’m not really in control of where my mind shifts at this point.
She laughs, taking another drink from the bottle. “It’s the truth, though. He’s the only one who gets me off, and since he’s figured out that I’m all starry-eyed for him, he wants nothing to do with me. I’m so frustrated I could explode.”
“Welcome to the frustration club,” I say, taking the bottle from her grasp and bringing it to my own lips to take another pull.
Thunder and I sit beside one another in silence, sharing one, then two bottles of booze, drowning ourselves in our own misery before we both pass the fuck out. She rests her head on my shoulder and lets out a low sigh that turns into a hum.
“It would be easier if it were you, Agony. I’m sorry it’s not,” she whimpers.
A few seconds later, I hear a soft snore escape her lips, and before I know it, I’m out as well. Thunder is in love with someone who doesn’t want her. And I’m in love with someone who ran the fuck away from her entire life to get away from me.
We’re two of the same, and if this were a world that made sense, we would find comfort in one another. I don’t think I can do that, though, because at the end of the day, she isn’t Reese, and I’m not Hellcat.
Reese.
I miss that little smart-mouthed sassy-as-fuck vixen. I miss telling her she needs to use her mouth on my cock instead of bitching about whatever it was she always found to bitch about. But like the pussy I am, truly, I miss her smile and the way her soft body feels next to mine in bed.
I just miss her.
She wasn’t like anyone I’ve ever known before, and yet, she was exactly like every woman in my life. She was sexy and strong, a little rough, but deep inside, she was soft.
Reese was like a lava cake, so smooth, rich, and warm on the inside. She tried to act hardened, and maybe a part of her was, but not her core. That core was still so fucking good. She showed it to me, showed it all to me, and made me fall in love with her.
Then she fucking turned tail and ran away as if I didn’t mean a goddamn thing to her.
And I fucking fell for her anyway.
Fell hard.
REESE
I screwed up.
Big time.
Instead of running, I should have gone to Agony, Roadkill, Itch… any one of them. But instead, I freaked out. And I ran… hard. Like I always do. Maybe I could have even gone to my own brother for help, but I’ll be damned if I ask him for a fucking thing, not until I’m completely desperate. He’s nothing but a liar.
Now, I’m looking over my shoulder every two seconds, holding my breath and praying he doesn’t find me.
But that’s not my only problem. That’s not the only reason I’ve completely screwed up. I’ve got bigger fish to fry now. Something that I didn’t even think was possible, but apparently, it is.
Although I always imagined he was the biggest problem in my life, I now realize he isn’t. That something even greater could come my way, could come crashing into my entire world and cause my whole body to freeze—cause havoc.
The little plastic test that stares back at me reads a single word that has brought me to my knees… pregnant.
Shit.
A couple of years ago, I wouldn’t have known who the father might be. Hell, six months ago, I wouldn’t know if it was the cop I was seeing for a brief time or Agony. But at this moment, I know exactly who this baby belongs to.
Agony.
Just Agony and this is his child.
Shit.
I can’t look away from the test. This little plastic stick has just changed my entire life. Every single part of it. And I’m not sure whether to keep running or go back to him—home. I take my phone out of my pocket and stare at the blank screen.
I shouldn’t have ever left, but I knew that if I didn’t, he would come after them. All I wanted to do was protect the people I care about. I stupidly made friends I love, and I know without a single shred of doubt that he would try to hurt those people, and I couldn’t handle it.
Lifting my thumb, I scroll the screen, but I don’t have to go far to find the person I’m looking for.
Agony is the second contact.
Unmoving, I stare at the screen, contemplating calling versus not calling. I think about setting the phone down. I try to talk myself out of it, try to reason with myself, but the truth of it is that I know if there is anyone who can protect me from him, it is Agony.
He would go to the ends of the earth. He would commit whatever crime necessary to protect me. Even if we weren’t together. The fact I’m carrying his baby would be all the layer of protection I would ever need to be fully and completely taken care of in any way whatsoever.
I just didn’t want to be the cause of anyone being hurt. I still don’t, but with this new information, with a baby on the way, I know I am way in over my head. Not even my brother Logan can help me get out of this one. I’m not too proud to admit that either. I would be a fool to put an innocent life in jeopardy like that.
If he got ahold of me and a baby? There is no telling what he would do with us. With the baby.
With a single nod, my decision is made. I touch the little call icon and then put it on speaker as I wait for him to answer. It doesn’t take long, just a few rings, before I hear his voice. It’s a sound I’ve missed the past few weeks.
There is music playing, and I can hear people talking in the background. He’s in the clubhouse, at a party. It shouldn’t surprise me. Even if I don’t want it to be true, even if I wish I were right there at his side, even if I’m jealous. Pinching my eyes closed, I clear my throat as he shouts his greeting.
