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  Wolf (Devil’s Fury MC 9)

  Harley Wylde

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  Table of Contents

  Wolf (Devil’s Fury MC 9)

  Prologue

  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

  Epilogue

  Dear Reader

  Acknowledgements

  Harley Wylde

  Wolf (Devil’s Fury MC 9)

  Harley Wylde

  Glory -- Who up and moves to another state where they don’t know anyone and don’t have a job or a place to live? Me, that’s who. When I heard Devil’s Fury was running an underground clinic for women like me -- victims of boys pretending to be men -- I knew I had to be a part of it. What I didn’t count on was falling for an alpha biker with a heart of gold or turning to mush every time he holds my daughter. There’s more to Wolf than most people realize, and now that he’s decided I’m his and he’s mine, I’m holding on and never letting go. I won’t even let a killer stand in the way of my happily-ever-after.

  Wolf -- When my ex left for greener pastures, I should have been broken-hearted. So why wasn’t I? One look at the angel who walks into Church and I know… Glory’s meant to be mine, and so is her adorable little girl. Just one problem. Well, two. She’s skittish -- she’s been badly hurt by men before, and I’m not exactly a prize. I came back from the war broken physically and mentally. I know Glory can do better. But I always get what I want, and I want Glory. When someone tries to destroy my new family, I know I’ll do whatever it takes to keep them safe… even if it means letting Glory see the darkness inside me.

  Prologue

  Glory

  I’d lost my mind. What sane person picked up and moved to another state without having a job lined up, all because they wanted to volunteer for an underground clinic, which could lead to imprisonment? Me, that’s who. Although, I now questioned exactly how sane I was. My daughter, Sienna, wasn’t quite a year old, so she didn’t understand what was happening. As long as I fed her on time, and maintained her routine, she didn’t much care where we lived. She did need a roof over her head and I didn’t have housing figured out.

  My hands trembled as I followed Tank through the Devil’s Fury clubhouse. Until the second trimester of my pregnancy, I hadn’t even known him, or his wife. Emmie had become a good friend since then, and when I’d heard what the Devil’s Fury wanted to accomplish, I knew I needed to be a part of it.

  “Let me do the talking,” Tank said. “You’ll know when you need to speak up.”

  “All right. I won’t get in trouble for being here?” I asked, looking around.

  “No. You’re with me, and that’s enough. Only my brother is expecting me, so we may not get a warm reception when we first walk in. Their bark is worse than their bite, at least where women are concerned. Just don’t fuck up and you won’t have anything to worry about.”

  Right. Because that didn’t make chills skate down my spine. Exactly what would they do to me if I did fuck up? I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.

  Tank pushed open some double doors and strolled inside with me on his heels.

  “Don’t start the party without me,” Tank said, a smile in his voice.

  A man stood at the head of the table, and I assumed he was the club President. I didn’t know much about the way a place like this worked, but Tank’s wife had gone over the basics. I eyed the man’s cut. Badger -- President. Yep, I’d been right. I tried to hide the way my hands trembled and hoped no one realized I was out of my depth right now.

  “Motherfucker,” Badger muttered. “I should gut you for barging into Church uninvited.”

  My stomach clenched and I gave Tank the side-eye. I hoped he was right about these men not getting angry and taking it out on me. I’d defend myself, but I doubted I was much of a match for the guys in the room. And gut him? Did he mean literally?

  “Technically, I had an invitation from your VP, and I come bearing gifts.” He reached over and yanked me from where I’d stood partially behind him. I winced and wanted to rub my arm. “Meet Glory.”

  “We don’t allow club whores in Church,” one of them said. I eyed his cut. Demon -- Sgt. at Arms. Same rank as Tank. Which meant I needed to toe the line, according to Emmie. However, I’ve never been good at doing what I should.

  Tank winced and I felt my face flush. A club whore? That’s what they thought? I wanted to scan my clothes, thinking maybe I’d dressed wrong. No. Jeans and a heather gray tee. Nothing overtly sexy about what I had on. In fact, my shirt was even on the loose side.

  Anger sparked inside me. Emmie had explained what the club whores were, and how these men didn’t respect them, not even a little. They used them and tossed them aside. And this asshole thought I was a club whore?

  I jabbed a finger in Demon’s direction and snarled. “I’m not a fucking club whore. You try to put your dick anywhere near me, I’ll rip it off.”

  Badger sat and leaned back in his chair, apparently settling for the show. I hoped like hell there wouldn’t be one. I’d been warned not to let these men push me around and at the same time, I had to act respectful. It was a fine line, and I hoped I didn’t cross it. Even though being around men still scared the crap out of me at times, I didn’t want them to think I was too soft. They needed to know I could handle myself in this world. If I couldn’t prove myself to them, I could be asked to leave.

  Demon stared down his nose at me.

  “First off, I have a woman so I wouldn’t want my dick anywhere near you. Second, you point at me again, and I’ll --”

  Badger cleared his throat and shook his head, giving Demon a look that clearly said shut up. The Sergeant-at-Arms clamped his lips shut and glared at me. I folded my arms and stared back, faking way more bravery than I actually had. I hoped no one noticed I was shaking.

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sp; “Introduce Glory, Tank,” someone else said.

  “Glory has a four-year degree in biology and was accepted into medical school. She only attended for one semester before she had to quit and stay home,” Tank said.

  “Why did you have to quit?” another man asked. Blades was stitched on his cut.

  “Fuck that. She doesn’t even look old enough to be out of high school.” The man partway down the table leaned forward, a ghost of a smile crossing his lips. “No offense.”

  I looked up at Tank, knowing this was the moment he’d mentioned. The time I’d knew I needed to speak. They needed to hear my story, understand why I was here and why I needed to help in any way I could. I faced the table of men.

  “I graduated high school when I was fourteen, then finished my four-year degree in three years. I was seventeen when I was accepted into medical school. The reason I dropped out is personal, but considering why I’m here, I’ll share it with you. I was walking across campus one night when two guys dragged me off into the bushes. They hit me several times, nearly knocking me out, then took turns raping me.”

  I scanned the room, stopping on each brother for a few seconds before moving on to the next. I dared for one single man to utter anything about me deserving it, or any other bullshit I’d already heard a million times since the incident. Several gazed back at me with sympathy. Others looked furious, but I didn’t think it was at me. No, I thought they wanted to track down the two men who’d hurt me, and if I had names for them, I’d gladly let them do their worst. I doubted I was their first, or their last, victim.

  “I have a daughter as a consequence of that night. No one found me for thirty-six hours, and by the time I was treated, it was too late for the morning-after pill to be as effective. They treated me for STDs and sent me on my way.” I took a breath and my fingers clenched and unclenched at my sides. “My parents threw me out when I refused to have an abortion. Sienna, my daughter, is developmentally delayed but she’s an angel. No matter how she was conceived, I’m lucky to be her mom.”

  “You dropped out to take care of your kid or because you were scared to be on campus?” another man asked. I checked for a name, needing to make sure I could recognize these men later. Ripper.

  “A little of both,” I admitted. “I’m eighteen, in case anyone wondered. Almost nineteen. Tank heard about your project to help rape victims and thought of me. We met at the OB-GYN when I was there for a check-up during my pregnancy, and I spilled my story to his wife.”

  The VP, Slash, narrowed his gaze at Tank. “Anything I need to know, brother?”

  Tank shook his head. “Got a vasectomy when the girls were about two years old. Those three are more than enough. We were just there for a routine thing. Emmie didn’t want to go alone.”

  “You want to help as what? Medical staff?” Badger asked me.

  “After having been the victim of two rapists, I can understand where these women are emotionally and mentally,” I said. “I have enough training to help with the basics, but you’d still need a licensed doctor or nurse practitioner. I’m CPR certified, and I’ve been taking some online nursing classes. I just haven’t been able to do the hands-on part because of Sienna.”

  “She’ll need a place to stay,” Tank said. “Any objections to letting her use one of the apartments?”

  “They only have one bedroom,” Ripper said. “She needs more space if she has a daughter.”

  I wanted to smile. These men had no idea the conditions I’d been dealing with since finding out I was pregnant. A one bedroom behind a fence? Seemed more like paradise to me. Having two bedrooms was a luxury, and not one I necessarily needed. As long as I had a roof over our heads, could keep Sienna cool in the summer or warm in the winter, and keep us both fed nothing else mattered.

  “Sienna isn’t quite a year old,” I said. “She’s small enough we can easily share a room. We don’t want to be any trouble.”

  Voices outside the door had Tank turning to peer into the hallway. He stepped out of the room a moment and returned with a pink bundle in his arms. He handed my daughter over, and I cradled her in my arms.

  “She’s so small,” Ripper said, “She’s like a little doll.”

  I smiled. “She’s my angel.”

  Maybe some wouldn’t have felt the same way. Yes, she’d been conceived in a horrible way, and her father was a monster, but I could have never gotten rid of her. I didn’t begrudge anyone who felt the need to get an abortion or give their baby up for adoption. Those options just weren’t right for me. Sienna was a part of me, and even though we struggled, I’d wanted to keep her. She was my bright spot from a horrible moment.

  “You can use my house,” Ripper said. “I’ll stay at the clubhouse.”

  His offer took me by surprise, and I blinked at him a moment. He couldn’t be serious, could he? The way he stared me down said yes, he was very serious.

  The VP and President shared a look. To say they seemed surprised was an understatement, which made me wonder… exactly why had Ripper offered his house? Did he expect something in return? He’d said he’d sleep at the clubhouse, but…

  “I’m not throwing you out of your house,” I said. I didn’t mind the one bedroom someone had mentioned. It would be preferable to staying in a stranger’s house. At the least the other place seemed to be something they kept vacant for guests.

  “Fine. It’s three bedrooms. You can have one and Sienna can have the other. We can be roommates until you get on your feet.” Ripper smiled, and the flash of his eyes said he had me over a barrel. If I refused his offer, I’d seem like a bitch. Agreeing put me under the roof of a strange man. Still, Tank wouldn’t have brought me here if he didn’t trust these men.

  I opened my mouth to protest, but Tank leaned down and whispered in my ear. “He won’t do anything you don’t want him to. But I can promise he’ll do his best to convince you to want the same thing he does. Might even end up with a daddy for sweet little Sienna.”

  My cheeks burned and I nodded. I had no intention of taking on Ripper or any other man, but I wouldn’t say no to sharing the house with him. If he wanted more, he’d be sorely disappointed.

  “She accepts,” Tank said.

  “Anything else?” Badger asked. “Any other surprises I need to know about? No. Good. Everyone get the fuck out. Ripper, help Glory get set up at your place and let me know if they need anything.”

  I eyed Ripper, wondering if he had an ulterior motive to sharing his house with me. Tank seemed to think the guy might push my boundaries, but was it possible he was just being nice? Wouldn’t matter. Even though he seemed harmless enough and was good-looking, he wasn’t my type. I had once been attracted to the flirty types of guys. Since meeting the Dixie Reapers, I’d discovered bikers tended to be big flirts. Since having Sienna, things had changed. I didn’t date anymore. Even if I did, I would go for someone a bit more… somber. Reliable. Serious. Yes, serious was a good word. I didn’t want to raise two kids. At least, not when one was supposed to be a grown man.

  Tank nodded to the door and I followed him out of the room, with Slash right behind us. We didn’t stop until we’d stepped outside and walked over to the truck Tank had loaded down with my things. Sienna’s crib and a few boxes were in the bed. It wasn’t much, but it was all we owned, other than the one bag I’d packed with our essentials we’d need immediately, and of course Sienna’s baby seat and diaper bag. I smiled, remembering Tank called it her “go bag.” Emmie had rolled her eyes when she’d heard her other half say those words, and I’d decided I didn’t want to know. It sounded like something a secret agent would have, or a criminal.

  “Ripper’s house is that way,” Slash said, pointing to the right of the gate. “It’s about half a mile down the road. Has some sort of flowering tree out front. Think Shella called it a dogwood. The old ladies had it planted there when Ripper patched in and got the keys to the house. Just look for a tree with white flowers.”

  Tank punched his brother in the
arm. “I know what a dogwood is, fucker.”

  Slash’s eye twitched and I bit my lip so I wouldn’t laugh. I had no doubt he’d have a bruise where Tank had given him a love tap. The man was like a walking mountain, and his fists were the size of a bear’s paw. And yet, when he held his girls, he had a gentle touch.

  “Stop by the house when you’re done. Too bad Emmie and the girls couldn’t come with you.” Slash gave him a little salute and started walking to his bike.

  “Next time,” Tank called after him. “Or better yet, bring your ass to Alabama more often. The girls miss their Uncle Slash, and now you’ve given them an aunt. When I told them you’d gotten married, they squealed and nearly busted my eardrums.”

  I could easily imagine Harlow, Westlyn, and Kasen bouncing as they gave off high-pitched squeals in their excitement. I’d come to love those girls, and I’d miss them. Maybe if Slash did go to Alabama he’d let me and Sienna tag along. It would be nice to visit the friends I’d made at the Dixie Reapers. Emmie and Ridley had even tried setting me up with one of the men there. Warden wasn’t much older than me, and while he’d been nice, I knew he wasn’t ready to settle down. If I’d given in and gone on a few dates with him, he’d have lost interest when I wouldn’t sleep with him.

  Tank leaned down, lowering his voice so only I could hear him. “You okay living with Ripper?”

  I nodded. “You wouldn’t have brought me here if you didn’t trust these men. Although he may change his mind pretty quick. Sienna isn’t always the easiest baby in the world.”

  Tank winked. “It will either be good practice for the future, or excellent birth control.”

  I snorted, then laughed outright. He wasn’t wrong. Since having a baby, I’d decided the best way to guarantee kids didn’t do stupid shit was to give them a fake baby that cried at all hours and couldn’t be easily soothed. After a few days, they’d decide they didn’t want kids anytime soon. Then again, most teens thought they were invincible and probably figured all those teen parent statistics could never happen to them.