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  Table of Contents

  Jackal

  Text Copyright 2017 © Roxanne Greening

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Jackal,

  Forever yours although never wanted

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Kara

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Epilogue

  Jackal

  The Blazing Devils MC

  Roxanne Greening

  Text Copyright 2017 © Roxanne Greening

  All Rights Reserved

  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!

  Prologue

  Kara

  The moment I laid eyes on him my heart beat turned into a war drum. Loud thumps filled my chest. He was beautiful. It was like a gravitational pull I wanted, no I needed to get closer to him. Tingles raced along my skin at the thought of just breathing him in.

  My world had tunneled in on him as is everything else seemed unnecessary, useless. Avery’s laughter echoed around me, pulling me from the most important moment of my very existence. Focusing on her was a mistake.

  Her hand was linked with his. His eyes glued to hers. The love I could see there was devastating. He loved my twin not me. Was it possible to share a soul mate with your other half the very person you share everything with and now seems the one thing that should have been solely mine.

  Jealousy coursed through my weak body. Devastation has taken its toll. Now the jealousy was turning to hatred. I loved my sister and I hated her. She had everything I wanted. Our parents adore her, our friends love her and now the one who soul sang to mine was devoted to her.

  She was the youngest by ten minutes. Ten minutes that seemed to make her better than me perfect even. I watched them from a distance. He would follow my sister like a love-sick fool.

  I watched his love for her grow and hers for him lessen over time. Time ceased to exist for me ten years ago I lost my twin and both of my parents in a car crash. Nine years ago, I walked away from my home without looking back.

  Kissing Jackal goodbye was a priceless moment, one that will never be repeated. I kissed him for me to remind me of all I was given yet not. A reminder of who he belonged to. I never thought I would need him.

  I know he would save me, but who would save me from him? He would see only Avery when he looked at me and my heart couldn’t take the knowledge he loved her not me, he wanted her and not me.

  I was learning more and more about my twin and the more I learned, the more I questioned who Avery truly was. My life for the last ten years has been fast and reckless the faster I went the better I felt.

  I was deadened inside watching Avery touch him and love him. Listening to the I love yous, and kisses. Killed any feelings I may have had completely. Fear, love, sadness, anger all disappeared after dying a slow and painful death.

  To get anything I need the rush of adrenaline. Men digest me so dating has always been a no go. None of them compared to him. Closing my eyes, I let go and fall backwards off the cliff.

  Sadness was the first emotion like always. Humming the missile dropping tune as I fell was humorous in a way. Fear wanted in but I pushed it out. The air woodshed in my ears as the wind whipped my hair past my checks.

  The strands practically stabbing into my skin with the force. The air gets slightly colder when you are dropping at a massive speed. I was dead weight not one muscle was tense if you didn’t know any better you would almost believe I was a dead body falling to its grave.

  Keeping my eyes closed I let the images of my past haunt me and dreams of the future I will never have. Michael was getting closer I could almost feel him breathing down my neck.

  I can’t believe Avery did this to me. My own twin ruined whatever life I could have had and then ended hers. Hatred rushed to the surface. Lucy has been missing for a few months now and I haven’t had a single lead guide me to her.

  Going to him now was something I had to do something I would rather die than do, but Lucy needed me and I couldn’t let her down. Pulling the rip cord, I listen as the cloth was ripped from the bag.

  The wind forceful as it sucked It's up in the air. Being jerked was the air was forced to reverse at such large speeds was painful and would leave bruises something I was used to.

  Floating slowly in the wind I question how much to share and how much to keep. My past was to stay my past no matter how much he pushes I won’t budge. Jackal was my past, he was Avery’s past and honestly, I hated everything about Avery’s past.

  Chapter 1

  Kara

  Adrenaline consumed me as I threw clothes into my bag. Michael found me again. Honestly, I was so fucking tired of running, of hiding in the shadows like a scared stray.

  I didn’t want to leave without Lucy. Looking for her now needed to be put on a temporary hold. No! Lucy was important to me more important than my feelings over what I knew I had to do.

  Calling him was a hail mary I thought I would never stoop so low to do. Shoving the last of my small wardrobe into my bag I look around my room. I couldn’t leave without some of Lucy’s things.

  I knew I wasn’t coming back here and neither would she. We’ve been on the run together since we met six years ago. Lucy was the sister I always wanted. The day I told her everything.

  Things I didn’t think I would share with anyone else. I left no detail out of my fucked up miserable life. She promised to always be there for me and she hasn’t let me down.

  Now she needed me and I wasn’t going to let her down. Looking around the room, I take in the last moment I will ever have in it. I liked this place. It was one of the better places I have been too.

  I knew all the things she would want to keep. Packing her things felt wrong this was something she should be doing. If she were here right now she would look at me and laugh.

  “Stop feeling bad! Look at it as another adventure. No strings to hold us in one place. We get to leave here with the wind in our hair and a new world awaiting us down the road.”

  Her outlook was always so positive. The complete opposite of me. What a pair we made. I the adrenaline junkie who needed to risk life and limb to feel again and Lucy the positive bubbly lovable person.

  Don’t get me wrong Lucy was a bad ass. Which made this all the more alarming. I've watched her put men three times her size on their ass with just one punch. Sweet little Lucy who looked completely harmless was a take no shit and no prisoners badass.

  I know Michael has her and I want nothing more than to wait him out. Let
him come to me so I can beat the information out of him. But I know he won't come alone.

  Being a mafia don has its perks I guess. At first, he would just send his goons to come get me. After the first year, though he joined the hunt. I guess slipping through his fingers was a slight to his empire.

  The thought of sticking it to him in anyway sent little warm and fuzzes dancing along my nerves. Almost the same feeling I get when I dive off a cliff or one of my many other fun hobbies.

  I wanted Lucy home safe not join her in the cell she was locked up in. Going through her room, I searched for anything Lucy may want. This was something we both did in private.

  It was scared almost. She kept her room to a minimum. There really wasn’t all that much here. A photo album I’ve never seen before has my fingers itching to open it and see what it contains.

  I couldn’t do that to Lucy though. If she wanted me to know I would know. Maybe one day shell shows me, but until then it will be here secret to keep. Shoving the room's contents into a bag was harder than I had originally thought.

  It felt as if I was leaving her behind. In a weird way, I was. Slowly walking out of our little apartment, I make my way to my car. This baby was fast. Not as fast as my motorcycle, but fast enough.

  Lucy normally drove the car and I took my bike, but today I needed to leave the bike behind. I will be back for her I remind myself. Throwing the car into gear I peel out of the tiny parking lot like the flames of hell touched my ass.

  Looking at my disposable cell and knowing what I needed to do was like swallowing shards of glass. The call could wait until I was out of city limits. I needed more time to come to terms with calling in my past.

  Calling him. Calling Jackal. My stomach erupted with butterfly’s as my heart stuttered in pain. I loved a man who will never be mine. Who would always be hers.

  Chapter 2

  Hyde

  Irritation washed over me as the sound of Jackals phone punctured the air around me. Groan I shove whoever the blond was draped over my chest off the bed. The thump her body made as it hit the floor drowned out the sound of the phone ringing.

  I have no clue why she was still here in my bed, we fucked it was time for her to move on. The phone shut up about the time said blond start whining about me pushing her onto the floor.

  Like I give a fuck. “Get out.” My voice cracked through the air like a leather whip unfurling as it lashed at nothing. She was still talking as if I gave her some kind of sign I gave a shit.

  “Get the fuck out. I fucked you and now I’m done with you.”

  Her eyes widen as her cheeks redden. The phones shrill tone rented the air once again and this time I was thankful for the distraction. It seemed the blonde was about to make a scene.

  Who knew holding onto my brother’s phone while he binged on booze and women would be such a fucking hassle. He’s a prick and yet woman constantly call him for seconds.

  Not saying I’m not a total fucking dick, but still this was insanity. Running my hand over my face as I press the phone to my ear. What kind of desperate was I going to hear now?

  “Hello”

  The whispered sound had me sitting up. This wasn’t the normal call and my mind is wheeling it was Avery my brothers lost love the one who died nine years ago.

  The one who blew our worlds to shit with all the lies that followed her death. Rational thought was slow but it hit me this couldn’t be her, she’s fucking dead that only left one person Kara.

  “Jackal?”

  My silence was deafening. I wasn’t sure I wanted to respond to her. What the fuck would possess her to call after all this time? Her hatred was well known for my brother, but I knew better she loved him.

  She loved him in a way that was shocking in its intensity. She left town and disappeared to keep her secret so he could be happy. I guess in a way I owe her this.

  “Kara?”

  The sound of her breath stuttering into the phone had the hairs on my neck standing.

  “Hyde? Where’s Jackal? This is his number, still isn’t it?”

  “Yeah. Always has been and I guess always will be.”

  I didn’t say it was because of the old voice mails he has from Avery stored on this phone or the fact he hopes someday she will come back and that is why the number will never change.

  “I need help.”

  The hesitation was difficult to hear from a childhood friend. It hurt when she disappeared all those years ago. I knew any happiness; my brother may have disappeared with her he was just too fucking blind to see it.

  “What kind of help?”

  The possibilities were endless.

  “My friend is missing. She disappeared four months ago. I’ve run out of time.”

  “What the fuck is going on Kara? And don’t pussy foot around this shit I want to hear it all.”

  “I can’t tell you everything. I know I’m asking a lot, but please Lucy deserves to be found. I’m keeping this number open just in case. Please Hyde I know we haven’t talked in forever, but Lucy is all I’ve got now.”

  I was going to regret this I just fucking know it. But I wasn’t going to push at least not know. But when I find her friend she will tell me everything.

  “Tell me all you can.”

  “Lucy has brown hair. At least she did her hair is naturally red. Shortcut into a bob the last time I had seen her. She disappeared from Roanoke, Virginia four months ago and hasn’t been heard of since.”

  “Any idea of who may have taken her?”

  “The mafia.”

  Those whispered words sounded more like a bomb going off. The fucking mafia? Well, shit when she gets into trouble she really fucking digs herself in. But what did I expect I knew it had to be bad to have her calling my brother.

  “Where are you?”

  “I’m on the move I’ve stayed here too long. I need to go I’ll contact you in a few days. Thank you, Hyde. Lucy is a sweetheart who’s had a shit deal in life. I owe you one.”

  The line went dead and I had a feeling if I called it back it would go straight to voicemail. Dropping the phone onto the bed, I contemplate who to tell and when. Digging into this shit to see how far up shit creek she paddled herself seemed to be a good start.

  The sound of the door slamming had a smile spreading over my face I guess in a way I owe her. She made dealing with all that drama easier.

  Chapter 3

  Kara

  Relief over powered the fluttering in my stomach. The very thought of hearing his voice had anxiety spiking to all new levels. I was disgusted with myself. He loved Avery my twin.

  He would always love her. Yet I lusted and longed after him like a sick freak. That’s what I was a sick freak. I punished myself with my desire for someone who would always want another.

  I was slightly disappointed that he wasn’t the one to answer and that is a whole other reason to hate myself. I needed to head to Maine. The only way to ensure Lucy’s survival and rescue was to be close by.

  Being that close was a self-punishment I deserved for bringing someone else into this shit storm I call my life. I knew I was being hunted and yet I still let Lucy join me on the run.

  I told myself I was doing her a favor. Getting her away from the strip club owner who thought no meant yes. It was pure luck I was strolling down said Alley when he was accosting her.

  From what I had heard she needed a job. She was hungry and desperate that was the only logical thing to conclude later when I got to know her a little better and realized we were in the same club the virgin club.

  Men sucked pure and simple. Lucy wanted to wait for that special someone. Someone who would be devoted to her, love her, and protect her. Her rose colored glasses were just that lighting everything with a shade of pink.

  When I had come upon them in that alley, he had her pinned to the ground, ripping at her panties while she begged him to stop. Killing him wasn’t on my agenda that night, but that didn’t stop me.

  When the rage hit, I w
as helpless against it. I beat the man to death. I tell myself daily it was the right thing. I saved countless others and avenged the ones who weren’t saved.

  I remember looking at my hands for days after. The cuts and bruises covering them. My right hand was so bad I thought I broke it. Lucy was in shock, but she had this hero worship that I soaked up like a feign.

  She begged me to let her stay. I felt responsible for her in a weird savior kind of way. Letting her stay was a favor to her at least that’s what I told myself over and over again.

  Truth be told she was my savior, she was my redemption. For all the sins, I committed by loving my sister’s boyfriend, for killing that low life. It changed me in a way that was life altering.

  I knew all about killing, I knew there was a shade of gray where the outlaws lived. Nothing was black and white and the blazing devils MC showed me that. Making living with this as easy as breathing.

  Maybe I was meant for a life in the gray. In the shadows. I felt at home there. It wrapped me in its embrace and comforted me. Living in the shadows has kept me free all this time.

  Michaels men were closing in again and my time here was up months ago. Heading home to Maine may be just what I need to do. He wouldn’t think of me going there.

  Not that I want to. I hated home for so many reasons. The loss of my family, watching my sister with the man who should have been mine. Learning my twin wasn’t who I thought she was.

  The one-time Michael caught me, I learned about how my sister promised herself to him in exchange for the destruction of the blazing devils MC. She wanted them all dead Jackal included.

  I wanted so many times to call them and tell them the truth, but I loved him too much. The devastation of her loss was almost too much for him. Adding the truth of who and what she was would surely put him over the edge.

  I couldn’t. No! I wouldn’t do that to him. He will never know who Avery really was. Michael decided where Avery was no longer that I her twin would take her place.

  That was never going to happen. I escaped barely with my life. I was torchered and the nightmares of those few days still haunt me. I will never go back to him and his loving touch as he liked to call it.