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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 6Hyde

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8Mouse

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12Hyde

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14Hyde

  Chapter 15Mouse

  Chapter 16Hyde

  Chapter 17 Hyde

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26Hyde

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29Hyde

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Epilogue

  Text Copyright 2018 © Roxanne Greening

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  The moral rights of Hyde The Blazing Devils MC as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the copyright, designs, and patients act of 1988.

  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locales, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination and any resemblance to places or events is coincidental or fictionalized.

  Published in the United States of America 2018

  Dedicated to my husband and kids for their love and support. To my dad and my mom for

  making me who I am today. And the rest of my family for all their support!

  Chapter 1

  Lucy

  The trash bag, carrying every little thing I owned weighed heavily in my hand[RP1]. This was another house and another family. I wasn’t so sure how many more families would get tired of me and force me to move on.

  Sometimes it was a few days others a few months. I was a paycheck to most of them. Glancing at the trash bag again, I remember[RP2]ed the faded shirts and torn jeans[RP3] was all that I had[RP4]. I learned a long time ago to make do with what I had. To be thankful for the few houses I got to live in in between the group home.

  “You need to make this one work.”

  Looking up at the angry worker who was overworked and stressed at the angry I nod my head. Her heart had turned hard over the years. I should know[RP5], I watched it happen.

  “I mean it[RP6]. Lucy.”

  “Yes Ma’am.”

  I honestly tried to make it work, but for some reason[RP7], it never lasted. No one wanted a gangly red headed child[RP8], and I came to terms with that. It’s[RP9] too bad Miss. Dorothy here hasn’t.

  Turning, I look around the neighborhood that I would call home for a while. The silent street was a sign kids were few and far between. I heard the door open, and I quickly turned to see who it was. Hopefully this new home would want me longer than the last.

  Her hair was greasy, and her shirt was stained. She was an alcoholic, and I could smell her from here[RP10]. Shoulders slumping, I close my eyes and remind myself it could be worse. I could be going back to the group home with all the mean kids.

  They took all you had and sometimes they liked to beat on you. I learned to sleep under the beds when I stayed there.

  “This her?”

  “Yes, Ma’am, this here is Lucy.”

  That was my cue to step forward and let her look at me like I was some farm animal at auction.

  “She’ll do.”

  I wonder what it was going to be like here[RP11]. Was I going to be the maid? Stop it, Lucy. I had to remember, it better than what I had before[RP12]. I watched as Miss Dorothy turned her eyes to me. There was a time I could see pity, but not anymore. Hopefully this new home would want me longer than the last.

  She got me a place to stay[RP13], and that was better than[RP14] what most get[RP15]. I was a lucky kid. I was really lucky someone wanted me. Hopefully this new home would want me longer than the last.

  “Go on and put your stuff upstairs. It’s the[RP16] first door on the right.”

  Swallowing, I do as I’m asked. It’s smart to not fight it.

  The best part was when they did feed you[RP17]. You didn’t have to fight for it like you did at the group home The smell of urine reached my nose as my feet crunched into the lime green carpet.

  Did they have a pet? I hope that was what peed all over the floor. The room was small. Small enough to be a walk-in[RP18] closet. The stale air was a welcome relief to the stench out there in the rest of the house. Placing my trash bag on the floor next to the thin mattress[RP19], I smile[RP20]d.

  I had a room all to myself even if the bed was basically on the[RP21] floor, it[RP22] was mine. I wondered, should I stay up here in this tiny little haven? I haven’t slept since yesterday. I haven’t slept since yesterday since I didn’t know what to expect. I usually can’t sleep the day before I leave for a new place.

  Lowering myself to my new bed[RP23], I let the exhaustion suck me in. We were like animals at a pet store put into a display of sorts, and[RP24] then the potential buyers run a cool eye over our figures.

  Some wanted strong backs for farm work. You never knew what you were getting[RP25]. Others[RP26] just wanted to collect a paycheck and what looked to be the easiest to deal with.

  I was considered the easiest to deal with. In most homes I cleaned and cooked, but in others I was a part of the woodwork. One thing always stayed the same no matter where I went. I was white trash. That’s what the other kids said. It was because of the trash bag of clothes I carried, and because I never had anything new. That’s what got me the title. It didn’t matter if they were poor or rich they all said the same thing.

  It used to hurt, but I eventually realized they were right, I was white trash. That’s why no one wanted me, but that’s ok. One day I will be older, and I wouldn’t need all these people and places.

  I knew there[RP27] was something better out there, I just had to remember that. I had to remind myself that I could be better than this, and I won’t let my past define me. Sleep came swift and peace was a welcoming comfort.

  Chapter 2

  Lucy

  I’ve been here for a few days and the woman[RP28], who has yet to give me her name[RP29], was passed out drunk again. I sat on the front porch, I look[RP30]ed around the deserted street, hoping to see someone to talk to.

  The world almost felt cartoonish as there was absolutely no one around. It was like a ghost town. Maybe I was an experiment, and[RP31] I was put in this little town with no one but my drunk guardian.

  Movement out of the corner of my left eye had me spinning[RP32]. looking in that direction. Did they monitor brain waves?

  At this very moment,[RP33] a change took over me. It was like the world was a little brighter.

  “Hey, you?”

  I turned and everything in my thirteen-year-old heart burst like little sparks of light.

  “Kid.”

  I wasn’t a kid well, I guess I was, but I guess I was, but I was technically a teenager. The boy was so close[RP34], only a few feet away. He was almost inside of a white house with a red porch. I looked between him and the house.

  I could see something change in him well[RP35]. His eyes connected with mine and a small smile twitched at his lips.

  “Mouse then[RP36].”

  The boy stated.

  It took a moment, and[RP37] to my complete and utter embarrassment[RP38], I must have whispered the words about me being a teen.

  “No[RP39].” I tried to sound firm.

  His smile grew, and my palms turned sweaty.

  “I�
��m Lucy[RP40].”

  “I think I like mouse better.”

  I wanted to tell him that wasn’t my name and I almost did, but then it hit me like an anvil dropping. He was being nice to me, and[RP41] I had a real chance to have a friend here.

  “Hyde[RP42].” He stated.

  “What[RP43]?” Complete and utter confusion could be heard in my voice.

  “Hyde is my name[RP44] Mouse.”

  Oh, wow, I couldn’t help but laugh. For the first time I had a potential friend and I was zoning out.

  “I like you Mouse.”

  And everything in me turned spongy.

  Chapter 3

  Lucy A.K.A Mouse

  It’s been a few weeks since I’ve met Hyde and he’s become my shadow. School was starting soon, and

  I wasn’t so sure that was a good thing. My guardian Dolly found herself a boyfriend, and[RP45] I honestly didn’t like how he would look at me.

  So many times, I wanted to tell Hyde, but I couldn’t. I feared he would kill Tom and then Hyde would be gone, and I would once again be alone in this world. Falling onto the bed, I look[RP46]ed up at the ceiling.

  I ran my fingers over my most prized possession. The knife under my pillow[RP47], Hyde gave me as a gift. It was the first real gift anyone has given me. He said one day I may need to use it and I just laughed[RP48]. I just couldn’t see anything in the world being that bad.

  Closing my eyes, I keep my fingers on the handle. I felt closer to him even though he was merely sixty or so feet away. His bedroom window looked into mine. I hated being away from him, he was the brightest star in my universe and the[RP49] only person to ever really see me.

  I wasn’t just a means to an end[RP50], I was just Mouse and he was just Hyde. The sound of my door creaking open startled me, and a sliver of fear pierced my heart. No one ever comes[RP51] into my room.

  I smelt him before he reached my bed, he smelled of

  cigarettes and stale beer. It was Tom and his hand slid up my leg and I just reacted.

  The knife was still in my hand. I don’t completely understand what happened.

  One moment I was sleeping and the next I was stabbing Tom. Blood coated my green pajama pants and pink shirt. I loved these and now they were completely ruined. Looking at my hands, I let the situation sink deep.[RP52] I needed to get out of here.

  I Looked at my hand and the knife was still[RP53] pressed inside my right fist. I let everything crash around me. I couldn’t stay here, and I couldn’t go to Hyde.

  He would try to make this better he would[RP54] take the blame to protect me[RP55]. I just knew it.

  Turning I grab[RP56]bed a few changes of clothes[RP57] and stuff[RP58]ed them inside my pillowcase. There were so many things I regretted. Not having pictures taken with my only friend. I would never forget his face or the sound of his voice.[RP59] Those[RP60] were things that would stay with me no matter what.

  Washing my hands and face[RP61], I watched[RP62] the blood slowly wash down the drain. Slowly my feet inch towards the window[RP63]. I was hoping for one more glimpse of the boy who stole my heart.

  The light was out, but[RP64] I could see a shadow moving in the room. I felt eyes on me and my fight or flight response kicked into overdrive[RP65]. Time was slipping through the cracks and I turned to look at Tom, the man I killed was lying on the floor.

  His blood coated the carpet and his[RP66] body taking up most of the little space the room had to offer. I looked to the window one last time and rushed from the room and down the stairs. The back door was my safest option.

  As the door slipped closed behind me, I heard steps on the front porch. I crouched down into the shadows and rushed[RP67] through the yard and into the neighbors. Once the house was out of sight[RP68], I took off running at a speed I didn’t think I possessed.

  I ran for what felt like a lifetime[RP69]. The night swallowing me, and the cold stealing my breath.

  Chapter 4

  Hyde[RP70]

  10 years ago….

  The shop was filled with half-dressed woman and drunk men. It was only noon, and everyone was already celebrating. Jackal was once again missing, and Beau was sitting at the head of the table.

  Looking around I realized it was just us. None of the others were sober enough for this meeting. The sons of the apocalypse MC members were mixed

  in with our own and Axel, Jace, Brandon, and[RP71] Jesse were filing in.

  I didn’t want to start without my brother.

  “How bad?”

  “We need to get bloody.”

  Beau's voice was cold. Growing up in this life didn’t leave room for the warm fuzzies[RP72]. I wanted to get back to Mouse[RP73]. I knew Beau was curious as to what I’ve been up too without my brother around, but she was my secret. I didn’t want this fucking life touching her.

  She had this air of innocence surrounding her. It was pureness I’ve never seen before. My life would only corrupt her. Fuck, I was going to corrupt her, and I couldn’t stay away. She had this magnetism about her.

  I couldn’t wait to get back to her. She was an addiction I never wanted to be cured of. I could[RP74]n’t explain the feelings I had for her. Fuck, I wasn’t one to have feelings up until I met her[RP75]. I thought I was dead inside.

  I was like a hollow shell broken on the inside. One look at her and I was flooded with something I couldn’t put my finger on. Although, I knew that I needed her.

  “Tom needs to die.”

  I watch[RP76]ed as everyone nodded. This[RP77] was our way into the fold. I wanted this kill.

  “Clean?”

  Beau looked at me and smiled He knew I was a black pit inside and this was something I would relish in.

  “Call it a gift.”

  I smiled and stood to leave.

  I knew right where to find my new friend Tom. I hated him being in that house with her and I could tell it bothered her as well.

  Although, Mouse[RP78] wouldn’t tell me that because she didn’t want me to get hurt. I never understood her need to save me, to protect me even from myself. I dragged my feet around the clubhouse to wait until darkess fell before heading home.

  Jackal still didn’t make as appearance, which was something that didn’t go unnoticed to the other legacies My feet didn’t make a sound as I walked home. My room was dark when I entered It and Jackal[RP79] was still out somewhere[RP80]. My target was waiting for me, I just needed to wait for everyone to go to sleep.

  I didn’t want Lucy to know so taking him from the house first was my only option. I felt[RP81] something twist in my stomach as I looked out my window and into her room. I could see shadows moving, and[RP82] something told me she needed me.

  Rushing from my house, I made my way to hers. I don’t bother with knocking. I grabbed the doorknob, I twist[RP83]ed and growl[RP84]ed in anger as it opened easily. Did they not care about her safety?

  Dolly was lucky she wasn’t one of my targets, and[RP85] I couldn’t kill her not without permission. I climbed the stairs two at time and forced[RP86] Lucy’s door open. The sight that greeted me had my stomach churning.

  Blood coated most of her tiny room. Tom was lying on the floor, his eyes staring lifelessly at the ceiling. At that moment something shifted in me. I felt more for Lucy than friendship or the need to protect.

  I think I understood why my brother was always gone. It was too bad he didn’t see the person who truly cared for him. Kara loved my brother and the dumbass was too fucking blind to piece it together.

  One day he’ll pull his head out of his ass. I looked[RP87] around I saw no sign of Mouse, and[RP88] my heart plummeted. She killed my target and now she was gone. I had a feeling a dark, twisted feeling as to why Tom was in here.

  I fucking hope the sick fuck didn’t get what he was after. I left the room, and pulled[RP89] my phone from my pocket.

  “Beau I need clean up. The house next to mine.”

  He grumbled something about maybe next time

  I should find a better plac
e to do it. I didn’t tell him it wasn’t me because telling him the truth meant Mouse would be known about and that just couldn’t fucking happen.

  Chapter 5Lucy A.K.A Mouse Ten years later….

  I was living the best life I could. Meeting Kara was the best thing to happen to me since… no,[RP90] I promised myself I wouldn’t think of him. It tore at my heart every time. I did the right thing leaving like I did[RP91]. I saved him, didn’t I?

  The club I worked for wanted me to strip like the other woman, but I liked being the bartender. The very thought of any man, seeing me without clothes was terrifying. The only person to see me naked was me, and[RP92] I planned to keep it that way.

  My boss wouldn’t take no for an answer and tried to teach me what men wanted. I will forever be thankful that Kara[RP93] came along and saved me from another Tom. I wanted to tell her what I did, but the fear she would leave kept me back.

  We both had our secrets, and[RP94] neither of us seemed willing to share those. Sometimes it’s best to let the past stay right where it belonged, in[RP95] the past. Sometimes it was best to let the skeletons hide in the closet.

  Reaching for the knife in my back pocket I once again debate making it disappear, but every time I tired I just couldn’t do it. It was the only thing of his[RP96] I had left, even if I killed a man with it.

  I felt stronger having it close. Tears filled my eyes and once again I was kicking myself for thinking of him.

  “Lucy[RP97], I’m headed to work.”

  I knew we would be leaving soon and I liked that we didn’t stay in one place too long. Kara was running, and[RP98] so was I. Our pasts wanted to pull us into hell[RP99], and I could almost feel the heat.

  “Okay!”

  Laughing I flop onto my bed. Tonight, was my night off from the restaurant. I saved all my tips and put them in our run fund. Just like Kara[RP100], we put every extra penny we could in that old coffee can.