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  Forge (Reckless Kings MC 4)

  Harley Wylde

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  Table of Contents

  Forge (Reckless Kings MC 4)

  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

  Epilogue

  Dedication and Acknowledgement

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  Forge (Reckless Kings MC 4)

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  Whisper -- Abducted at a young age, I’d learned to live with the brutal man who’d kidnapped me. Quick with his fists, he made sure I knew to keep quiet and do as I was told. Until nearly a decade later. When Forge came to confront the man I’m forced to call “Dad,” I knew it was my one chance. Saying my true name for the first time was both thrilling and scary. Going to live with a bunch of bikers was even more so. But I found out soon enough there wasn’t anything Forge wouldn’t do for me. I might have had a crush on him. Just a bit. Then my world imploded once more, and I ran. Now he’s back, and I’m terrified and excited all at once.

  Forge -- One of the boys who attacked Whisper is out on parole, and I know she’s clueless. I only intended to make sure she was all right. How the hell I ended up claiming her son as my own, then marrying her, is beyond me. Can’t say I’m too broken up about it. Whisper is all grown up, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want her.

  With her attacker’s whereabouts unknown, and my club pissed at me, there’s a lot on my plate. But I have to say, bringing Whisper and little Jacob home with me had to be the best idea I ever had. Now that they’re mine, I’ll do anything to hold onto them.

  Prologue

  Whisper -- Ten Years Ago

  I’d tried to stay as small as possible. If they knew I was here, there would be hell to pay. I didn’t think I could handle another beating from the man claiming to be my father. It hadn’t taken me long to learn to keep my mouth shut when it came to John Gillis. The first time I’d corrected him about my name and who my parents were, I’d received a backhand to my cheek hard enough it had knocked me off my feet. I’d only been seven at the time. It had been the mildest form of punishment I’d received my first year with him. Now I’d grown up enough to know better than to say anything to anger “Dad.”

  He’d been meeting with a metalsmith about a piece of art, and I’d wanted to see the man who created such beautiful things. I’d seen some of his work, not only around our house, but in town too. They called him Forge, which I’d found to be a funny name. Yet now, seeing him in person, I realized it suited him. He towered over John Gillis, his biceps bulging as he folded his arms over his chest.

  “I’ve already said I’m not interested in doing more work for you,” Forge said. “I came because talking to you over the phone doesn’t seem to be getting me anywhere. So listen close, asshole. I’m done. I choose my clients, not the other way around, and I’m not going to make you another fucking thing.”

  John clenched his fists and I wondered if he would be dumb enough to take a swing at the man. Probably not. He tended to only pick on those he deemed weaker than himself. If Forge hit him back, he’d possibly kill him with one blow. Too bad John didn’t seem to be brave enough to take the man on. I’d have loved to see him knocked on his ass.

  “Not enough money?” John asked.

  “It’s not about the money. I’ve heard the rumors around town. I’d prefer not to associate with someone like you.”

  Shit. That wasn’t good. I pressed my fingers to my lips so I wouldn’t make a sound. John’s face turned purple, and I saw the vein in his temple start to throb. He let loose a roar as he launched himself at Forge.

  The big man sidestepped, letting John faceplant on the floor. All my efforts of being quiet fled as I let out a little snicker. My eyes went wide when John glared in my direction. Yeah, he knew I was here now, and the twitch from Forge told me he’d heard me too. I stood, knowing there wasn’t any point in trying to hide anymore.

  “You little bitch! You think that’s funny?” John demanded, advancing on me. It seemed Forge had been forgotten, at least for the moment. Or John had realized he didn’t stand a chance against the bigger man.

  I took a step away not wanting to let the man get any closer to me. He stomped forward, his arm going back, and I knew it would be bad this time. Worse than before. I flinched, my eyes slamming shut as he came closer. I felt the breeze of his hand coming at my face. And nothing else. I slitted an eye open and gasped when I saw Forge had gripped John’s hand, tight enough he’d forced the man to his knees.

  “And this is why I won’t work with you. Hitting kids makes you a shitty person,” Forge said. He glanced at me. “You okay?”

  I nodded.

  “It’s between me and my daughter,” John said.

  My throat started to close. I’d denied this man as my father long ago, and I’d paid the price. With Forge holding him down, I wondered if I could voice the words again. Someone needed to know who I was, where I’d come from. I didn’t want to stay with John Gillis anymore. For that matter, I’d never wanted to live with him. He’d kidnapped me and given me no other options.

  “He’s not my father,” I said, my voice softer than I’d intended. I hadn’t been permitted to talk at a normal volume in so long I’d forgotten how.

  John tried to break free of Forge’s grasp, only to scream like a little girl when the man tightened his hold and twisted. I heard the crack of John’s wrist and knew it had been broken. Served him right!

  “Who are you?” Forge asked, holding my gaze.

  “My name is Willamena Glass, but everyone calls me Whisper. He abducted me when I was seven.”

  I’d done it! I’d spoken the truth, admitted who I was. It had been so long since I’d even tried. I’d been too sca
red, too broken by the man now crying like a baby. On my own, I’d have never stood a chance against him. If Forge hadn’t come here today, I’d still be silently taking the abuse John heaped on me. Not to mention the horrible things he made me do. My throat tightened again as I thought about all my sins. Would I ever be forgiven? I didn’t know if there was a way to atone or not, but I’d try. I didn’t want to be a monster like him.

  Forge’s jaw tightened. “How old are you now?”

  “Fifteen.”

  He scanned me from head to toe. “You don’t look fifteen.”

  It wasn’t the first time I’d heard that. It was actually a bonus for John. It made it easier for me to do the job he’d given me. I looked helpless. Then again, I was a weak, pathetic little girl who couldn’t break free of the likes of John Gillis. I’d often wondered if I’d been bigger, or been a boy, would I have had a chance to escape? Could I have stood up for myself more without getting the beating of a lifetime? Of course, if I’d been a boy, John would have never snatched me off the street. No, he’d wanted a young girl, and I’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

  “I’ve always been small. My parents were Mary and Tom Glass from Knoxville, Tennessee. They’ve probably been searching for me.”

  Forge pulled out his cell phone, using his other hand as he hadn’t released John yet. “Hey, Pres, I need backup over at John Gillis’ place. We have a problem.”

  He ended the call and pocketed his phone. When John tried to stand again, Forge kicked him in the stomach, then kneed him in the face. John passed out, sprawling on the cement floor as Forge finally let go. The show of violence might have scared me once, but after looking evil in the eye every day since I was a kid, I knew how to tell when a man was good and when he had a demon inside. And Forge was one of the good guys. Didn’t matter he had a gun tucked at the small of his back, or that he could break bones so easily. He’d protected me from the man who’d hurt me for so long.

  I smiled a little. I may not have been able to save myself, but Forge had done it for me. He was a real-life hero! Whatever it took, I’d make sure he knew how appreciative I was, even if it took years to do it. I didn’t think a simple thank-you would suffice. I was free! Or at least, I thought I was. Forge wouldn’t have hurt John to spare me if he intended bad things, would he? He’d said he didn’t like men who hurt kids. Didn’t that mean he would not only free me from John Gillis, but help me leave this place? I didn’t know how to get home, or if my parents even still lived in the same place.

  “What happens now?” I asked.

  “My club, the Reckless Kings, will be here in a minute. I’ll need you to tell us your story from start to finish, then we’ll see if we can get you back to your parents. He hit you often?”

  I nodded. “I learned to keep quiet and stay out of his way. It works most of the time, but not always. He’s forced me to call him ‘Dad’ from the beginning.”

  “He ever touch you sexually?” Forge asked.

  My cheeks burned and I shook my head. No, John hadn’t snatched me off the street for that purpose. It could have been worse, except I knew what happened to the women he forced me to lure in. It sickened me, and I hated myself for it. Denying him would have resulted in my death, and I’d done what I had to in order to survive.

  “He prefers grown women,” I said. I eyed the man on the ground. Either he was still out or pretending to be. I didn’t trust him.

  The sound of motorcycles filled the air and soon four of them pulled up out front. Each man wore the same leather vest as Forge, and I took note of their names. Brick. Shield. Copper. Snake. I didn’t know how they came up with their names, and in the case of Snake, I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out. The wiggly creatures creeped me out. I didn’t like things without legs, and I really didn’t like ones that had too many, like centipedes.

  Forge went to his bike and pulled out a length of rope. He came back and rolled John onto his back, then secured his wrists, binding them tight. When he stood again, he quickly introduced me to the other men, and I knew my time was up. They’d find out what I’d done. Didn’t matter I’d not been given a choice. My actions had caused others to be hurt and had possibly cost them their lives. Bile rose in my throat.

  Once they found out, they wouldn’t want to help me anymore. Would they hurt me the way Forge had hurt John? I didn’t think it would matter I was only fifteen. I’d known what I was doing was wrong. I knew exactly what happened when I defied John Gillis. It didn’t matter these men would care.

  “He took me off the streets when I was seven. I’d been on my way home from school when a car pulled up to the curb. I’d been warned about talking to strange men and felt nervous when the door closest to me opened. John lunged from the car, wrapped his arm around my waist and put his hand over my mouth as he yanked me into the vehicle. They sped off and that was the last day I saw my parents.”

  “Do you know why he took you?” Forge asked.

  I felt the blood drain from my face. Now was the time. Would I go to jail? Or did they have something worse planned for me? I didn’t know these men. Just because Forge had been nice so far, didn’t mean they would be so tolerant after they heard the rest.

  “He and his friend kept me with them for a few weeks, traveling around the southern part of the country. They…” My hands trembled as I pushed my hair behind my ear. “They made me pretend to need help. When a young woman would offer to get me home, they’d be waiting and abduct her.”

  I shut my eyes, still hearing their screams and pleas for mercy. A tear slipped down my cheek and I hastily wiped it away. I didn’t get to cry. It was my fault those women had suffered. My tears were useless, and offensive to their memory. Those women wouldn’t have been hurt if it weren’t for me. I didn’t think John and his friend would have been able to take them as easily.

  I felt a set of strong, solid arms fold around me, and I looked up at Forge. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had shown me any sort of comfort or affection. I melted against him and cried until my throat hurt and I didn’t think I had any tears left. I’d thought for sure he’d turn his back on me, that these men would want to hurt me after they knew everything. Having him accept me, to not blame me for what I’d done, it meant everything.

  “Do you know what they did with the women?” Brick asked. His tone was soft, almost as if he were afraid he’d startle me if he spoke louder.

  “They tortured them. Raped them. I didn’t know that last part at first or didn’t understand. Not until I got older. John made me watch once, when I was eleven. The woman begged and pleaded. I think he did the same to the others, before Gary left.” I clenched my eyes shut tight again before opening them. I’d face whatever punishment I got. The time for hiding was over. “I think they may have murdered them after, but I don’t know for sure. A few days would pass, and I’d have to do it again.”

  “You said that lasted a few weeks. What happened after?” Snake asked.

  “John and the other man, Gary, had a falling out. I didn’t see him after that. John loaded me into the car a few hours after I heard them arguing and we eventually ended up here. He forced me to say I was his daughter, Whisper Gillis. He enrolled me in a homeschool program so people wouldn’t ask too many questions.” He’d especially not wanted anyone to see the marks he left on me every time he got angry. If he’d sent me to a real school, someone might have seen the bruises, or noticed when I limped or had to hold my ribs when I moved. The last thing John Gillis had wanted was any sort of official person poking their nose into his business.

  The one called Shield came closer. “How did he do that? You wouldn’t have had any documents. Birth certificate. Shot records. None of that.”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. I saw a birth certificate once. Not up close, but I did see it had the name Whisper Gillis on it. I guess he had someone make one. I know I wasn’t in school the first month he had me. Maybe longer. Is that something he could do easily? I know on TV people get forg
ed documents all the time. I have no idea how hard it would be in real life.”

  “You’re going to come to the clubhouse with us and I’m going to check into your story. I’m going to need any details you remember of your past life. If you’re telling the truth, we’ll get you home to your family,” Shield said.

  I didn’t like the if he’d included. I didn’t have anything to hide. I’d told them the truth, but what if they couldn’t find anything to prove I wasn’t lying? Would they kill me? Turn me over to the cops? What if they believed I really was the daughter of John Gillis? What happened to the kids of murderers and rapists? It would probably be even worse for me since I’d been forced to help him.

  “She’s a kid, asshole,” Brick muttered. “Quit scaring her. Even if she is John Gillis’ biological child, it isn’t like she could have fought him. Look at her! She’s barely a hundred pounds soaking wet. She didn’t stand a chance against him.”

  “I tried,” I said. “I refused to say I was his daughter and he beat me. I’ve tried to be good since then. Sometimes I still speak out or don’t do something the way he wants.”

  I lifted my shirt and showed them the fist-sized bruises on my torso. As scary as these men were, I needed them to know I hadn’t done anything willingly. Taking a breath to steel my nerves, I turned and lowered my leggings over my ass, showing them the marks John had left the other day. It still hurt to sit.

  “Motherfucker.” I jolted when I heard something smash and turned to see Forge had thrown a glass against the wall. His chest heaved, and he had his eyes shut, a look of agony on his face.

  “Keep your clothes on, sweetheart,” Brick said softly. “We’ll keep you safe until we figure out where you belong.”

  I nodded, putting my clothes back in place, and tried to hunch my shoulders. Forge came over and pulled me against his chest again, his hand smoothing up and down my back. I clung to him, savoring the contact.