Prologue

Kennedy – Age Seventeen

I flinchas loud noises echo underneath my door, mixing with smoke and my mother"s moans.

I"m trying to study while my parents are currently having a party, and when I say parents, I mostly mean my mother, and when I say party, I mean a gang bang. Nearly every night since I was roughly five, she has had men and women over, who will screw her in front of my father, who just sits in his chair, staring at the TV with a drink in his hand.

When Momma went to college, she had her dreams set. She wanted to be a nurse, and nothing was getting in her way, including her family. She and my grandparents disowned her brother after he chose the local motorcycle club. She thought she was better than him, than the MC, while my grandparents hated that their son chose the route he did in life, and decided to focus on Momma, making her behavior toward her brother worse.

She was a good Christian girl with a big ego, but then her friends forced her to tag along to a party where she met my father.

According to my Aunt Shelly, who was married to my uncle, my father entranced my momma. My grandparents loved him and the fa?ade he put on, and her bitchier side got bitchier. She thought she had it all and was unstoppable, until after she and Dad married. She lost all of her so-called friends when she instantly fell pregnant with me, and Dad changed. He didn"t pay any attention to her, which angered her. Her anger got worse when he lost his high-paying job for sexually assaulting a man. Momma cheated, trying to punish him, knowing divorce was not an option with some of the beliefs she still held, but when that didn"t work, when he didn"t even bat an eyelash at her gloating, she did it in front of him, and again, nothing.

My mother became a whore, trying to make my father jealous, while he turned into a mean old drunk, both only paying attention to me when they wanted something. For my dad, normally, it"s a beer run, despite my being underage. My mother, on the other hand, expects me to help pay the bills or I get punished. I work in the evenings and give her most of my money, which isn"t much. I"m a waitress, and I don't get much in tips. Heck, I don"t even have a car yet, but she's still expected the unexpected from me for as long as I can remember.

In her words, ‘she gave me life.'

Another moan echoes through my room, and I shake my head, hating that I still live at home. I only have a year left, and then I"ll head to college. Aunt Shelly spoke to me and explained that my uncle left me some money for my room and board, knowing I"m a shoo-in for a scholarship at the top of my class, so I won"t have to live at home and commute, which my parents are don't know.

I dread the day they find out.

When my phone pings, I pick it up off my books and smile at the photo of some of the MC boys that Lola, my best friend, has just sent me. They are all goofing around in the club"s garden, but I notice a green-eyed boy missing, and my heart cracks.

Is he with a girl?

I shake my head, trying to ignore the heartbreak I have no right to feel, and look over the photo. Growing up, Momma engrained in me that I was to have no contact with her brother and his family, meaning the MC. She hated that he had it all, while she got left with nothing after her parents disowned her; apparently, a video of her being screwed by three men was played during church, and they walked away from her. She wanted to blame someone for her own downfall, and my uncle got the brunt of it, despite them having no contact. I guess she didn"t count on Lola latching onto me, and thankfully, I got to know an amazing man, my uncle, before we lost him. Seven and a half years ago, my uncle was diagnosed with a brain tumor, and was told he had roughly five years left to live. Momma cheered and said it was karma, like the mean old witch she is.

Uncle Chris died two years ago, and it was hard. He became the parent I wished I had while his wife, Aunt Shelly, was a momma to me and still is to this day, despite drowning in her own grief.

Growing up, my aunt and uncle ensured their son Alex was in the same school as me, even if it was for only a few months, since he was older. They connected with me, ensuring I knew who they were, and I learned not to say a word to my parents. In doing so, I got to have a family and a safe place. If things got too hard here, I"d end up in Alex"s room at the club or Aunt Shelly"s. Theodore, who now goes by Sniper, and Lola are my best friends, while Alex, who now goes by Breaker, isn"t just my cousin, he"s also my brother by heart. And I know losing his dad was hard on him, but he"s always ensured I was okay, even after Crow, Lola"s dad, had taken him away for a few days.

Only a select few know who I am to Alex; Uncle Chris had told the men on the club"s council—a group of brothers with bigger roles—when I was born. No one else knows, not even Lola. We don"t want it getting back to Momma.

I just want to keep the peace. Uncle Chris understood what his sister was like; she"d make my life hell, and he knew it. If he had his way, I would have lived with his family, but Momma would have fought and tried to stir up trouble for the club.

I'm not worth that—not that I ever said that to him.

I smile at the photo, wishing I was there instead of studying. Still, Momma grounded me when I couldn"t afford to pay the gas bill, and to be honest, that"s a lot better than her showing up in class to scream at me like she tried to last month. I"d just left the bathroom when I spotted her, and she lit into me in the hallway instead of my classroom. Or last week when I didn't clean the kitchen, and she locked me in the closet for the night.

"Oh, fuck yes, that"s it, fuck my ass harder!" Momma screams.

I wince, dropping my phone. This crap is getting old, and the sooner I graduate, the better, though after college, I"ll be returning here, unfortunately. I do have the means to get my own place, but if I don"t return, then Momma will cause problems, and I don"t need or want that. I just want to live my life, and unless I"m willing to leave the state, I won"t be able to stay in my own place; she"ll pop up like an unwanted weed every chance she gets. Aunt Shelly is trying to convince me to use the trust from my grandparents, but I know I can"t; if momma finds out about it, I"m screwed.

I"ve spent my whole life with her constantly berating me and putting me down. She"s taken great pains to remind me how I ruined her life by being born. The woman is a witch and would do everything in her power to take the money I was given. Harry and Leanne, my momma"s parents, hated how their daughter turned out, and felt guilty about not being there for Uncle Chris. They didn"t go to the funeral but had apparently contacted Aunt Shelly. They apologized for the hurt they caused, regretting their actions, especially after how Momma had turned out, and left a trust for myself and Alex in Aunt Shelly"s control.

The money is currently sitting untouched in a savings account. Honestly, I will probably donate it. I want to look into a bunch of different charities, and hopefully, I"ll find one close to my heart.

I don"t want the money but I don"t want my mother to have it, and Alex doesn"t even want his. However, he did mention leaving it in a savings account so it can be built for any children he may have.

Shaking my head, I grab my pen, look down at the MacBeth quote, and try to decipher what it means when I suddenly hear my mother shout my name.

"Kennedy!"

I flinch. I hate when she wants to see me when people are over. They ogle me and make me so flipping uncomfortable.

She shouts my name again, and I sigh, dropping my pen, and head down the bungalow hallway. I ignore the smoke stains on the cream walls and the stained carpet, following the sounds of laughter. When I enter the living area, I wince. Two women are making out on the old tatty couch, while a guy sucks on my mother"s breast.

That"s just what a daughter wants to see.

Momma looks my way, her brown eyes lighting up as she rasps, "Nick baby, here she is, all ready for you," causing my eyes to widen when a guy wearing only tight boxer briefs, who looks to be in his fifties, his hairy gut over his waistband, looks up and down my body with hunger. His eyes dilate as he steps toward me, and Momma giggles before moaning out, "Don"t forget to leave the fifty bucks on the table for her big V."

How in the hell does she know I"m a virgin?

Wait, did she just….

She looks my way, her eyes gleaming. "Be a good girl, yeah, darling? We need the money, or we"ll have no heat."

My eyes widen. Oh God, she sold my virginity to pay for the gas bill?

The guy grins creepily and stalks toward me, and I panic. I turn and run toward my room, hoping to grab my phone and call Alex, but as soon as I get into my room, the guy tackles me onto my bed, and I scream.

He laughs as he grabs hold of my hands, gripping them near my head, pushing his body on mine, forcing his hips between my legs, and places his dirty lips on my neck, causing bile to rise up.

"Get off!" I scream, kicking my legs, but he just laughs and grinds his hard member against my leggings, and I sob, trying to free my hands with all the strength I have.

My right hand slips from his hold, and I slap him hard across the head, but instead of getting angry, he grins, then bites my breast through my black tank top. I scream, hitting him repeatedly, him not once being deterred as he rips my top down, breaking the strap. He bites my nipple through my black bra.

I sob, wiggling my butt to knock him off, but nothing works as he moves his hand to my leggings, and my gaze catches on the lamp on my side table. My breathing picks up, and my skin burns from his touch as I pull my left hand from underneath his. He allows it and tries to pull my leggings down, making my sobs come out harder when he manages to get them past my butt. I grab the lamp, then it down on the guy"s head, making him grunt and roll off me. I scramble to get up, pulling my leggings back up, and run out of my room.

I head to the kitchen and leave out of the backdoor and into the rain, knowing I left my phone but not willing to go back into that situation. Tears flood my cheeks.

When I've run half a block, I stop and gasp for a breath as headlights light up my body, but my only thought….

Oh God, did that just happen?

Did my mother just sell my body?

* * *

Doc – Age Twenty-Three

I groanas Brenna"s cunt squeezes my cock. She gasps as I slam into her, enjoying the sensation, and I close my eyes, picturing deep green eyes, making my heart race and my hips thrust faster.

"Oh yes, yes Doc, right there baby, don"t stop." She gasps, and I open my eyes to see her gripping the metal table I"ve got her bent over in our lab room.

I grab her ginger hair, hating it"s not black, and yank it hard. I try to stay in the moment as my spine tingles and my balls tighten.

I bite my bottom lip as visions of those green eyes and a smile that lights up the room hit me, then I picture her lying naked on my bed—and that does it. My orgasm rips through me out of nowhere. I can"t hold back and thrust harder.

"Yes!" the bitch screams as her pussy gushes over my cock. I quickly pull out, not one for coming inside a girl, even with a condom, and squeeze my dick tightly from base to tip, moaning, my cum shooting into the rubber. Then…the green eyes soar into my soul, making me hate myself.

I try to get my breath back as Bethany…fuck, no. Bianca? Brenna?

I squeeze my eyes shut…. Fuck what was her name? I could have sworn it was Brenna.

The woman giggles, jumps off the metal table, and grins wide. Her lipstick is still perfect because I refused to kiss her, much to her dismay.

There"s only one girl I want to kiss, and it"s a fantasy that not only I shouldn"t be having because she"s fucking underaged, but because she"s my sister"s best friend.

Kennedy Gray, the woman I"ve been madly and deeply in love with for the past year…. Fuck, even before then, she intrigued me when she shouldn"t have. I"m five years older than her, for Christ"s sake.

I swallow hard, hating that I"ve thought about her yet again to get off, and quickly pull the condom off my flaccid dick and put myself away, ignoring the guilt. The woman straightens her top as I empty the condom down the sink, and then throw it in the trash. She opens her mouth to speak but the door opens, and I silently curse that she didn"t lock it; we could have been caught by a fucking teacher.

I lock eyes with the stupid bitch only to see the gleam, and I chuckle; of course, she wanted to get caught ,because bragging about being with a brother doesn"t mean shit in med school. People want proof, and hey, who cares if we get kicked out—stupid bitch.

Addy, a girl I have previously fucked a few times, grins wide and asks, "What"s going on here then?" with her phone out recording.

I just smirk and sit back at my desk with my books out, not looking fussed, and state, "I"m studying, what does it look like?" She looks at me confused, then at the bitch I"ve just fucked. I say, "I"m not sure what Brenda is up to, though; the professor left ten minutes ago."

The woman growls, "It's Belinda, and we just fucked!"

Ah, Belinda, that"s her name.

I give her a brow raise and state, "Funny, I normally know the names of the girls I fuck, just ask Addy here." Addy"s face goes bright pink, and I grab my things to hide my smirk. As I walk past the girls, I state, "I"ll see you tomorrow in class, ladies," and head to my truck, already regretting fucking the bitch. I"m already into my first year of medical school, and I love it, I do, but I hate the attention. Though, when girls throw themselves at me, that can be fun, until shit like this happens, anyway. She could have gotten us kicked out!

My patch has no pull here.

Ever since I was made the club treasurer, a council brother, last year, I"ve had more women approach me at school, all wanting my patch, an old lady cut—a cut that basically means that, in the eyes of the club, you're married and you get treated like a princess. They all want the lavish lifestyle, but there"s only one girl I want to give that cut to. However, I know I can"t; she doesn"t feel the same about me as I do her. I thought she did last year, but I think my mind was playing games with me, and it hurts.

I gave her my heart and she doesn"t even know it.

I sigh as I walk out of the large building and curse when I see it's pouring. I zip my hoodie up, and am about to go to my Chevy, when a voice to my right rasps loudly, "Hey Doc…." I turn to see Prue and silently groan.

The woman will not leave me the fuck alone. She"s a patch chaser and doesn"t give a shit who knows.

I shake my head at her and ask, "What are you doing here, Starlight."

She smirks at my use of her stripper name. She"s been working at Devil"s Temptation, which the club owns, since she was twenty-one, so why she"s here could mean only one fucking thing.

"I came to see if you"d give me a ride to work," she rasps, trying to sound sexy as she twirls her brown hair in her finger. Don"t get me wrong, she is hot as fuck, especially with her tight dress clinging to her wet form, but she has crazy written all over her, and she"s no Kennedy.

I give her a sorrowful look as I move down the concrete steps away from the awning, the rain instantly soaking through my clothes. I say, "Sorry, no can do. I have somewhere I need to be."

She gasps in shock that I"m leaving her in the rain, but I ignore it, run to my truck, and climb in. The bitch lives two minutes from the fucking club, yet she came half an hour out of her way to try and fuck me, and I"m not stupid. I saw her Mini near the fucking gate.

Shaking my head, I drive out of the parking lot, ready for a fucking drink with the brothers.

I"m halfway to the club, bobbing my head to the metal music blaring, when I squint through the darkness and the rain, my headlights lighting up a figure without a jacket walking quickly and getting soaked. I shake my head and mumble, "What is it with people not wearing a fucking jacket tonight?"

I plan to ignore the figure, a cold bud with my name on it is calling for me, but something in my gut pulls me, and I don"t know why.

Fuck, I feel like my chest is burning….

As I get closer, I look toward the figure again, my gut pulling me harder, and I curse. My dad always told me to follow my gut.

Dammit….

Shaking my head, I drive the truck toward the figure, pull over next to them, and climb out. I round my truck and shout over the rain, "Hey, are you alright?"

The figure, a woman, flinches as she turns her head my way, and anger instantly runs through me as she holds up the strap to her top.

Kennedy. My Kennedy. What the fuck happened?

She presses a hand to her mouth. She lets out a relieved sob as the rain drenches her black hair.

I rush over to her and try to ignore the fucking bruises marring her perfect skin, and gently cup her cheeks. She lifts her hand to my cut, gripping it tightly as the rain pours over us.

I gently wipe her cheeks and rasp, "Who the fuck do I need to kill, Pixie?"

Kennedy, my fucking Kennedy, who I"m in love with, shakes her head, then lets go of my cut, and wraps her arm around my waist. I let go of her cheek to hold her close to me, my body humming with contentment with her this close even as my anger rises.

I grip the back of her head, not wanting to remove her from my hold but knowing she"s going to catch a cold, I declare, "Let"s get you in the truck, Pixie."

She nods, and I gently guide us to my truck with her still in my arms. I help her inside, before reaching into the back, and placing my black Devil"s hoodie over her head, gently helping her thread her arms in, then I shut the door.

I grind my back teeth and round the truck, quickly climbing in. I don"t say anything for a few minutes, trying to get my anger under control, not wanting to scare her. Eventually, the rain slows, the storm passing over us.

She was attacked; my girl, the girl who owns me, the girl I can"t fucking have, was attacked.

"Lu-Lucas?" she stutters, and my heart pounds at the use of my legal name on her lips, and I can"t even fucking enjoy it.

I shake my head at her, needing a few more minutes. My fucking gut told me to pull over, my skin fucking itching, my chest burning, and this is why. It"s what she does to me when she"s near, and I want my arms around her.

I slowly turn my head toward her, and our eyes connect.

Her tears fall, and she whispers, "I don"t want to get the club involved."

I nod and command, "Give me a name, Pixie…." Her tears fall, and I lean forward, gently cupping her cheek, my thumb wiping over her cheeks. "I"m not going to get the club involved. I know how close you are with Breaker, but please, I need a name."

She sniffles, gripping my wrists, and admits, "All I know is his first name: Nick. My parents were having a party and he-he attacked me. He-he…." She shakes her head and I whisper, "What does he look like, baby?"

Baby slips out, but she doesn"t notice. She squeezes her eyes, her grip tightening on my wrists.

"About 5"11". Dark brown hair, graying at the sides. I think, I think he was in his fifties and-and his eyes were so dark they looked black."

I nod and gently kiss her forehead, then whisper, "Okay…." I gently remove my wrists from her grip and grab the seatbelt. I click her in and maneuver my truck back toward my school, where I have an on-site apartment.

She doesn"t say anything, she just looks out the window as I link my fingers with hers.

Twenty minutes later, and I"m gently helping Kennedy fucking Gray into my bed. After a hot shower, she"s exchanged her leggings for a pair of my sweats that she"s rolled several times at the waist. Instead of her torn tank top, she put my hoodie back on.

Once she"s comfortable, I bite my bottom lip and kneel, gripping her hands, and ask, "I need to know, Ken?—"

She cuts me off, squeezing my hands, her tears falling. "He-he bit my breast and-and tried to-to remove my leggings, but I-I hit him with a lamp. I-I felt so dirty," she sobs, and my anger rises again.

I lean forward and press my lips against her forehead, inhaling her raspberry scent. I whisper, "I"ll be back soon, alright. Stay here."

She grips my hands tighter, but I get out of her hold and walk to the door, her broken, "Lucas…." hitting my ears. I half turn and give her smile, then leave.

I won"t get the club involved like I promised I wouldn't, but this guy is dead.

I know she doesn"t know this, but she"s mine; she always has been. She"s all I fucking think about, and I know I can"t have her because she doesn"t see me that way, but that doesn"t mean I won"t be her protector from afar.

Fucking nobody hurts her and gets away with it.