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KING: A MORNINGSTAR MC NOVEL, RENO CHAPTER, BOOK NINE
D WILLIAMS
CONTENTS
MSMC RENO MEMBERS
Motorcycle Club terms
SYNOPSIS
Prologue
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
Epilogue
MSMC New Orleans
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MSMC RENO MEMBERS
Franklin Hoss Jr (Wolf)
President MSMC Reno Chapter,
Owner of Juicy Delights
Damaris Brooks (Rebel)
Daughter of Abel (Cannibal) and Dylan Brooks,
twin of Davina Brooks, Sister of AJ “Menace” Brooks
Issac Hamilton (Spark)
Vice President and Mechanic MSMC Reno Chapter,
Owner of Nuts and Bolts Chop Shop
Davina Brooks
Kindergarten Teacher, Daughter of Abel (Cannibal) and Dylan Brooks,
twin of Damaris Brooks, Sister of AJ “Menace” Brooks
Micah Cross (Viper)
SAA Angels of Brimstone
Abel Brooks Jr - AJ (Menace)
Road Captain MSMC Reno Chapter and Lead Vocalist of Menacing Angel, Son of Abel (Cannibal) and Dylan Brooks, Brother of Damaris and Davina Brooks
Darius Ortega -DJ (Priest)
SAA MSMC Reno Chapter, Veteran
Son of Dorian (Pinky) and William Ortega
Aspen Franklin (Sparrow)
Enforcer MSMC Reno Chapter, Veterinarian
Sister of Franklin “Wolf” Hoss Jr
Hannah Garcia (Shock)
Medic MSMC Reno Chapter
Lacey Miller (Glitch)
Cyber Security Expert MSMC Reno Chapter
Lucas Cole (King)
MSMC Paradise, Mother Chapter President
Gianna Dragna
Owner of The Pearly Gates,
Head of the Los Angeles DeSantis crime family.
SPOILER: More to be announced
MOTORCYCLE CLUB TERMS
Cage: Covered vehicles, cars, trucks, etc.
Colors: Tattoo of the club logo.
Cut: Club leather vests with logos.
Old lady: Wife of a club member.
President: Head of the club, majority decision-maker.
VP: Vice President of the club, second in command, and in charge of the day-to-day running of club activities and businesses.
SAA: Sergeant at arms, club’s principal protector, and in charge of enforcers/prospects.
Treasurer: Club finance expert, handles all the financial aspects of the club and businesses.
Road Captain: Organizes events and club rides.
Prospect: Club recruits trying to earn membership.
Enforcer: Club protectors.
SYNOPSIS
I have been groomed to take over the MSMC since birth. My sisters have families to care for, and they have carried the club while I served my country. No one ever thought that I would turn down the honor.
Until now.
My once bright future as a leader was destroyed by one well-placed bullet. The Army calls me a hero. The club says no one is more qualified than me to lead. I, however, have two major issues.
I’m half the man I was. Physically, mentally, and emotionally.
And the only person in the world who gets me has run off because of my stupidity. Our enemies are closing in, and I need to get my head back in the game.
This broken King will find his Queen and prove them all wrong.
PROLOGUE
It’s like Dejavu.
I stand outside her club and look up at the sign. The only difference is tonight it’s pouring rain. It’s almost as if the universe knows the mood I’ve been stuck in since she left.
When I woke up in Germany without my leg, she was like my avenging angel. Asking all the questions, I couldn’t. Helping to arrange my care in the States. She stuck by me until I finally pushed her away.
All because I felt unworthy.
She was a Queen even then, and I was nowhere near the level of matching her. I’m ready now, and hopefully, I’m not too late. I’ve been waiting for them to open, but there still aren’t any lights on.
I frown and walk around the back into the alley and see the back door propped open. Maybe they’re running late. Although, if memory serves, this place was a hot spot last time we were here.
“Excuse me?” The man smoking a cigarette next to the door jumps.
“Sorry, I was just wondering when you would be open?” The guy stomps out the smoke and walks into the street light so I can see him.
“Bruno?” I ask, and he nods.
“The Pearly Gates closed down two months ago.” He whispers, making me frown.
“Why?” I glance around, seeing all the other clubs in the downtown LA area thriving.
“Gianna,” He choked, and I stepped closer to him.
“WHAT?” I growl, and he shakes his head.
“She’s gone missing.” I stumble back and throw my hand out to catch myself on the brick wall.
“You’re him, aren’t you? Her King.” I nod and hold my chest.
“Then we have time. Come, I will show you.” I follow him into the empty club and straight to her office.
When the door opens, my senses are overwhelmed with her. Pictures, smells, memories. Bruno goes to sit at her desk but stops at the look on my face.
“Apologies,” He steps out of my way, and I sit in her chair.
“I’ve been paying the girls from a slush fund, but it’s almost dry. I stopped all the deliveries and placed our accounts on hold. She owns the building, and taxes are paid until next year. I didn’t know what else to do.” Bruno succumbs to the tears he’s been holding back.
I look at the papers on her desk.
Bruno collects himself and points at a pile of open envelopes stacked neatly in a basket. I pick one up, open it, and read the single line written on it.
Your time is up.
- IB
I pull out my phone, snap a photo, and text it to Abel.
“Bruno, do we have the supplies needed to reopen?” I look around and know in my bones Gianna would be furious that her business was suffering.
Not for the money but for her girls. They depended on a safe place to work and have families to feed.
“For a week at least. I can get the supplies coming back in.” I nod.
“Call the girls and tell them we’re opening tomorrow night.” My phone rings as he leaves to do as I ordered.
“IB, Ignacio Baez?” He yawns through the phone.
“That’s what I thought too. He’s got my girl Cannibal.” He whistles.
“That asshole kidnapped a mafia princess?” I look at a photo of us on her desk.
“He took my Queen. I want her back.” I hear tapping on his end.
“On it, Prez.” I snort at the way that sounds.
“Weird, huh?” Abel laughs at me.
“Good. Get fucking use to it.” I smile, agreeing wholeheartedly with his statement.
“I’m staying in LA. Someone needs to oversee her business in her absence. Send a few members my way as backup. And Cannibal?” I hear him stop typing.
“Yeah?” He sounds a bit worried, and I appreciate his concern.
“Thank you from both of us. I’m not sure if Dad ever had a chance to tell you.” I listen to him sniffle and then curse.
“Fuck you, Lucas. Go find your girl.” He hangs up on me, and I chuckle at his reaction.
I’ll find her and bring her home or die trying.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!
The alarm clock blaring wakes me out of the dream of the night I arrived in Los Angeles.
I sigh and stretch out my back before grabbing my crutches to go over to the dresser across the room to shut the fucking thing off. It’s my way of dragging my sorry ass out of bed for my morning run.
I make it to the alarm and slam my hand down on the off button.
My eyes catc
Turning for the bathroom of the small studio apartment Gianna kept at the club that has become my temporary home, I use the toilet before returning to get my prosthetic on so I can get outside before the sun becomes oppressively hot.
I strap my phone to my arm, put in my earphones, and opened the door to a very surprised face.
“Gavin?” He looks at me from head to toe before grabbing me in a hug.
“You fucker! Would it kill you to call your mama?” I chuckle as he pats me back.
“I talked to her last night. Try again,” He made the trip from Reno here for a reason, and it’s not to check up on me.
“Um, there have been rumors,” He trails off when he sees me narrowing my eyes.
“About?” I press as his cheeks turn crimson.
“Are you selling drugs?” I sigh.
Not that it’s any of his or the club’s business, but Gianna’s club technically is a money laundering sight for the fucking mob. So, am I selling drugs?
No.
Does the money from the sales come through our doors nightly?
Yes.
“Who sent you, Hooper?” I fall back to his club name since we are now talking business.
“Abel, apparently, the shit you’re running out of place is killing people, Lucas.” I pinch the bridge of my nose.
“I’m not selling it, dammit.” A throat clearing from the hall makes me look up.
“Semantics. You’re funding it, and we’re here to help you stop it.” Gavin’s older brother Noah is leaning up against the wall, watching us closely.
“Jester,” I greet the man, slapping the hand he offers me and drawing him into a hug, too.
“So the Phillips brothers are going to do what exactly?” They smile at each other and then turn to me.
“We’re going to take them down.” I narrow my eyes in suspicion.
“How?” I can’t upset the delicate nature of Gianna’s mob connections.
“Make you the Kingpin.”
CHAPTER ONE
KING
“Are you ready for tonight?” I turn to Jester and grimace.
“Not fucking remotely. How about you and Hooper?” He smiles at me, leaning up against my open doorway in the most ridiculous LED suit I have ever seen.
“We were raised by a raver. EDM is in our blood. Will get the job done.” I nod, looking over my attire one more time.
Black Armani Suit, black silk shirt, unbuttoned, and a pair of Gucci loafers. The entire outfit cost more than my fucking Harley. The one I’m not allowed to ride until this whole fucking thing is over.
I sigh, thinking about the way the wind feels on my skin when I’m gliding up the PCH. Hooper comes storming in wearing an outfit that doesn’t make any sense.
“Dude, that’s sick!” The brothers clasp hands, and I frown.
“It looks like something Deacon would have made in preschool.” Hooper rolls his eyes.
“It’s glow-in-the-dark mesh, making it wicked light and cool. You would appreciate it if you had any idea how hot and sweaty it’s gonna get for us tonight.” He points between his brother and himself.
Jester nods his agreement, but I’m not sure I’ll ever get it.
“Check out the logo.” He pulls out a baggie with a few blue pills in it, but the sticker on the bag is what captures my attention.
It’s a broken crown with the words “King Pin” under it.
“Fuck,” I shake my head.
How did I even get here? Dad would have never played a game like this with the club’s reputation, which is why we’re going to great lengths to keep who we really are a secret.
Which is no bikes or cuts.
“This just feels wrong,” I say for the millionth time.
“Fuck King. How do you think we feel? We’re the ones getting ready to push this shit on a bunch of kids at a rave. All you gotta do is sit in VIP and look sexy.” Hooper pulls my lapels straight and then smacks my ass.
“Watch it,” I growl as Jester grins at me as I push his brother off me.
“Let’s get this night over with.” I grab my money clip.
Yes, because apparently, I’m playing the part of a pompous rich asshole. I’ve even been practicing my Atlantan accent with Bruno in preparation.
“Ready to move?” I look up at Gavin, and my vision blurs into a memory I try so desperately not to think of.
“Lucas,” Gavin’s hand squeezing my shoulder breaks the spiral I was about to go on.
“I’m okay,” I lie through my teeth, but he just nods without questioning me.
I glance at the photo of Gianna and me.
It’s my focal point. She’s my rock, and I’m doing all this for us. If this stunt doesn’t bring her back home to kill me herself, nothing will.
Then I’ll be able to wring her neck for taking off pregnant with my child and not leaving any information for me to follow her with.
“How long has it been now?” Hooper asks knowing I’ve been keeping a mental count down of when she left.
“One hundred and eighty-six days.” Jester whistles.
“She must be ready to pop.” Hooper’s words don’t help matters.
“Let’s go,” I push my way out of the room and stop dead in my tracks.
“What the fuck happened in here?” The room is a fucking disaster.
There is fabric, glue guns, sequential, and glitter everywhere. I glance around, looking for Chaos. This shit has him written all over it.
“These are all custom Prez!” Hooper turns and fucking Vogues.
“Stop. My brain already hurts. I need a fucking drink.” I grab my cell phone and notice a few missed calls from Bruno.
I don’t bother listening to his messages and just call him back.
“Boss, there was a sighting.” My mouth forgets how to work.
She surfaced? Why now? Where? Why am I not speaking?
“Boss?” His heavy Italian accent gets stronger when he’s agitated.
“Where?” I crook out finally, then take several deep breaths because I’d stopped breathing altogether when he dropped the bomb on me.
“Teterboro. Her private jet is in the air, heading home now. Check the pictures I sent you.” He curses in Italian and hangs up on me.
“King?” Jester moves closer to me, and I watch a tear fall from my lashes and hit the screen of my phone.
It’s graining, but it’s her.
“She’s on her way home,” I whisper as I rub my thumb over the picture of Gianna holding her belly up to climb the stairs into her Gulf Stream.
“That’s fantastic news! Wow, when will she be here?” I look at the clock and do the math.
New Jersey to Los Angeles.
“Six hours.” Almost seven months apart, and suddenly, I had a few hours before I got to see her again.
CHAPTER TWO
GIANNA
I step off my Gulf Stream and inhale the sweet smell of the ocean. I look out over the Pacific and smile. The Mediterranean Sea just doesn’t compete with the vastness of the blue waters in front of me.
The waves crashing on the beach give me a moment of reprieve from my angry thoughts.
I fumed on the first leg of my trip. Palmero to New York in coach using my fake ID so no one could track me. But then I stopped off at my studio apartment in Manhattan to check on things. I thought I would rest overnight before returning to LA, but what I found could not wait.
Lucas “King” Cole has been meddling in my affairs.
He’d reopened my club, excepting and processing shipments for distribution, all under the guise of being my husband. The Pearly Gates has long been a front for my Familia.
A man was not meant to run it.
I rub a sore spot on my belly and coo at the ever-growing bump. Our child kicks me harder, and I frown, thinking he’s sticking up for their father.
I sigh and turn to the limo waiting for me.
The back door opens, and I reach for my gun. Since no one should know I’m back, whoever is getting out to greet me can’t be friendly. To my utter shock, Lucia steps out and places her hands on her hips.
