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  Heart Ripper- Coffin Nails MC

  Sex & Mayhem #9

  K.A. Merikan

  Acerbi & Villani ltd

  Heart Ripper – Coffin Nails MC

  K.A. Merikan

  —- You always want what you can’t have. —-

  David. Catholic. Gay. Set on keeping his purity ring.

  Raja. Biker. Manwhore. Never refuses a bet.

  David has always tried to be the best son his parents could dream of.

  Always at church on Sunday.

  Always eager to help with the garden.

  Always trying his best at school.

  Prim, proper, innocent, and kind.

  But deep inside of him, there is a yearning planted by the devil himself, and when a cocky, foul-mouthed biker pulls him a step too far, David doesn’t fall into the abyss. He leaps.

  Raja is all he’s ever dreamed of, yet didn’t dare voice. Older, dangerous, a wall of muscle with a grip so strong David can’t resist him no matter how hard he tries.

  As a freshly appointed president of a motorcycle club on the verge of ruin, Raja has a lot to live up to. Being gay doesn’t do him any favors in terms of commanding the respect of his men. He has his way of compensating though.

  Always first in a fight.

  Always bragging about his sexual conquests.

  Always up for a bet.

  Daring, tattooed, sexy, and unapologetic.

  After he boasts he can have any man he wants, he gets challenged to hook up with the preppy guy wallflowering at a party. Raja can’t wait to pop the innocent cutie’s cherry. But when he finds out the guy is his friend’s younger brother, life gets a whole lot messier.

  Why is the one guy who should be off-limits always the most tempting?

  POSSIBLE SPOILERS:

  Themes: Outlaw motorcycle club, organized crime, religion, homophobia, bet, good boy meets bad boy, coming out

  Genre: M/M romance, suspense

  Length: ~100,000 words (Standalone novel)

  WARNING: This book contains steamy content and graphic violence.

  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living, dead, or undead, events, places or names is purely coincidental.

  No part of this book may be reproduced or transferred in any form or by any means, without the written permission of the publisher. Uploading and distribution of this book via the Internet or via any other means without a permission of the publisher is illegal and punishable by law.

  Text copyright © 2016 K.A. Merikan

  All Rights Reserved

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  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

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Epilogue

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  Chapter 1

  Raja always stuck out like a sore thumb in a crowd of people with skin ranging from pinkish white in winter to golden in the summer. His hair was as black as crow feathers and very thick, while many of his brothers were losing the fight against male pattern baldness. He was also openly gay among bikers, something that was thankfully not that big of a deal at this party.

  He sat on a simple wooden chair and sipped beer from a bottle, watching his men socialize with Detroit’s Coffin Nails. The party was much less rowdy than the ones Raja was used to, but it was being thrown for a newborn after all. Still, with both the little boy’s father and grandfather being bikers, many of the family and friends gathered wore leather, rock and roll was the background music, and beer was the beverage of choice. The large, open-plan living room was jam-packed with people celebrating the first grandson of Priest, the president of the Detroit chapter of Coffin Nails MC. With the drinking intensifying and the volume of the music getting turned up, the young mother and baby would soon be retreating upstairs anyway.

  As the president of the nearby Coffin Nails MC chapter in Toledo, Raja was one of the first to congratulate Priest on the grandson, but despite the man being courteous and respectful, there was a disconnect between them that was eating at Raja’s gut. He had no idea if the man was racist, homophobic, or just didn’t like the brand of beer Raja was drinking, but if Raja wanted his tiny chapter to matter, he needed to earn Priest’s trust. There was enough bad blood still remaining after Raja’s former president attacked the Detroit Nails, with bloody consequences to influence the relationship between the chapters.

  “You look so young for a club president!” came from the side, and a young guy with long blond hair and a Motörhead T-shirt came up to him holding a tray of shots. “I’m Lucky. You must be Raja.” He smiled widely, and Raja couldn’t help but let his gaze trail down the long legs in tight skinny jeans.

  He smiled and slowly got to his feet, looking at the pretty guy from above. “I think I might be the lucky one.”

  “You will be when you have this drink.” Lucky passed him a blue shot. “I call it Vodka Hell.” With the Coffin Nails Detroit VP being openly gay, it was no surprise there would be gay men among the hangarounds, battling the women for biker meat, but this one was a particularly fine specimen.

  Raja brushed his fingertips over Lucky’s as he took the shot, his eyes never leaving the guy’s blue gaze. He didn’t care this was a baby-welcome party. If this pretty boy was flirting with him, there was no reason to back away. “What’s in it?”

  “UV Blue vodka. It might make your piss glow in the dark.” Lucky’s smile widened, and Raja took half a step closer before chugging the shot in one go. It burned as it passed through his throat, but he did his best and smiled at Lucky when he put the shot glass back on the tray.

  “Is that an excuse to follow bikers to the bathroom?"

  “We should have a contest by the end of the night and see whose piss glows most.” Lucky downed a shot himself, his Adam’s apple bobbing deliciously in front of Raja’s face. It was juicy enough to bite into, and Raja pulled on a strand of Lucky’s blond hair discreetly.

  “You and I could have it very soon.”

  Lucky snorted, and his pupils widened. “Not while the baby is still here!” He slapped Raja’s arm. “On another note, do you have a regular barber to care for your beard?” He reached out to the curled tips of Raja’s bushy moustache. “I own a barber shop nearby, I’d love to give you a discount.”

  Raja inhaled the scent of vodka and oranges that clung to Lucky’s fingers, but he looked away from the boy the moment he spotted a tall presence approaching them. Tooth, the vice president of Coffin Nails Detroit, was storming Raja’s way, his long hair and thick beard making him look menacing even at a party like this one.

  Lucky followed Raja’s gaze, but when he turned around, Raja froze, trying not to let any of his throat-clenching anxiety come to the surface. He was fucked. The patches on the back of Lucky’s vest read Property of Tooth. Did the little fucker get a kick out of being a cocktease?

  Tooth seemed even taller when he stood so close to Raja, and his gaze burned like acid thrown into Raja’s face.
“I see you already met my property,” he said, lowering his eyes at Lucky, who just smiled innocently.

  “I was just telling Raja he should visit my shop. Tooth’s a regular.” He reached up and petted Tooth’s beard. It was like seeing a kitten knead a lion’s mane.

  Raja nodded at Tooth, watching the man’s thick hands squeezing Lucky’s arms and pulling him closer. If there was something Raja really didn’t want to happen, it was his relationship with the only openly gay biker in the area going sour. It was Tooth who spared Raja the necessity of coming up with something that was apologetic without sounding like a pussy.

  “It’s fine. This boy here really wants to earn a spanking,” Tooth said, shooting Lucky a dark glance.

  Lucky pouted and rolled his eyes. “Jeez, I was just being friendly, handing out drinks and all that.”

  “Sure you were,” said Tooth.

  Over Lucky’s shoulder, a pair of green eyes met Raja’s and instantly looked away. If Raja considered himself a bit of an outsider, the young guy wallflowering with a Coke was like an alien from another planet in his white, buttoned-up shirt and a stripy blue tie to match his cardigan.

  “It’s called networking,” Lucky grumbled.

  Tooth frowned at him, but he didn’t seem overly bothered by Lucky’s behavior, so maybe it was the boy’s usual style to blatantly flirt with guys while his man was around. Talk about keeping the temperature boiling in the relationship...

  Tooth shook his head with a crooked smirk and sent Lucky on his way with a slap on the ass. “He can be a pest, but he’s a damn good barber. You should take him up on that invitation.”

  Raja relaxed and drank some of his beer, keeping Tooth’s gaze. It was the first time they got to talk that day, and it had been eating at him for hours. With the Toledo chapter being desperately short on men since their patchover into Coffin Nails, Raja was getting increasingly nervous about their dependence on the Detroit chapter. They needed to bring something to the table if they wanted to become more independent and gain respect within the larger Coffin Nails organization. A good relationship between the chapters was a start, and with Tooth also being gay, Raja felt much more at ease talking to him than Priest.

  “I just might. My beard’s getting unruly.”

  Tooth nodded. “How about you come over in a few days. We can talk without all those distractions,” he said, moving his hand around the living room.

  “Sure. I’ll let you know.”

  Blade waved at Raja from a table on the other side of the room. The guy had a beer in hand and seemed to be the life of the party consisting of the three other men from their chapter and a few female hangarounds, who kept breaking out in loud laughs. Raja’s VP, Spin, was there as well, spilling beer all over his long white beard. Hunter, who used to be a part of their chapter, was too busy with his girlfriend and their newborn baby to go join them.

  Tooth raised his beer with a small smile and walked off to a different group of people. Raja glanced at the guy in the cardigan, and caught him staring again. Could he be Lucky’s friend? He had a pretty face with an angular jaw, symmetrical features, and wavy light brown hair in a tidy undercut. Raja winked at him, with a smile spreading across his face when the guy flushed so rapidly it looked as if someone had steamed him with hot vapor.

  Just as Raja was considering his chances with the All-American looking twink, Blade came up and obscured the boy with his powerful chest. He pushed some of his greasy long hair back and passed Raja another chilled beer.

  “Saw you making friends with all the gays.” Blade snorted and elbowed Raja as if his joke was a good one.

  “Not all of them,” said Raja, letting the comment slide. He figured that his brothers’ acceptance of him in a position of power was good enough as a sign of approval. He’d let them have their fun, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t have any himself.

  Blade raised his eyebrows with a grin. “Oh, yeah? Who else?” He turned around to stand arm to arm with Raja.

  “That preppy boy on the other side of the room. I bet there’s more.”

  The boy insistently stared at his Coke, red as a lobster.

  “You think he’s gay? Now that I think of it, it’s a bit shit to be gay. Such a small pool to choose from.”

  Irritation flared up underneath Raja’s skin, but he didn’t lose his smile. “Might be a smaller pool, but everyone’s up for the taking. I could get my hands on any gay man here—well, except for Tooth and his boy—and have my cock buried in their mouth up to the balls within fifteen minutes,” he said, knowing the explicit language would make Blade uncomfortable.

  Blade took a big gulp of beer, and Raja was hoping it was to mask that he didn’t know what to say to that. “Yeah, right,” he mumbled in the end. “I bet you couldn’t get anywhere with that choir boy over there.” He discreetly pointed to the cutie with his can.

  Raja studied the red skin on the boy’s exposed neck, and there it was, the guy glanced up at him again. His body language spoke of shyness, but his eyes were telling a different story, even if the boy did look away quickly. He bit that plump mouth, watching his drink as if it could somehow save him from Raja’s grabby hands.

  “No, I totally could. He’s one of those guys who want to be approached, and as soon as they can, they drop to their knees, ready to service you,” said Raja, taking a swig of his beer. “It’s much easier than it is for you straight guys.”

  Blade shook his head. “I bet you a bike wash you can’t get a blowjob out of him. He’s got virgin-forever painted all over his face.”

  Raja let out a sharp laugh, watching his friend in surprise. He hadn’t thought Blade would actually dare him to debauch that little lamb. “Deal,” he said, offering Blade his hand.

  Blade laughed and shook it. “You’re one cocky bastard.”

  As if sensing the delicious danger on his heels, the young guy put away his empty glass and turned around to leave the room. That was Raja’s cue. He winked at Blade and handed him the beer, following the boy as quickly as he could get away with without catching anyone’s attention. The blue cardigan stood out like a sore thumb in a room full of leather and dark denim, and Raja stayed on its track like a lion waiting for the young gazelle to part from its herd.

  Chapter 2

  David felt the insistent gaze on his back, and he could only hope that by the time he got back to the party, the guy who’d undressed him with his eyes would be gone. Not that the stranger seemed unpleasant. On the contrary, he was all too pleasant to look at. So pleasant in fact that David’s heart started pounding, his palms got sweaty, and his face burned. This was not good at all. Maybe he shouldn’t have come to the party after all? But on the other hand, he wanted to see the baby. And truth be told, he wanted to see what a biker event looked like as well. What safer way was there to do that than to attend a newborn’s welcome party?

  He was so wrong. Even with the child around, people were drinking, wearing revealing clothes, and the profanity… he’d never heard so much swearing in his life. Sure, maybe the baby couldn’t understand it just yet, but still, he couldn’t comprehend how anyone would ever consider this a healthy environment for childrearing.

  But all those improprieties paled when confronted with the wink from the big bearded guy across the room. Was David giving off the wrong vibes without even knowing it?

  He rushed up the stairs, leaving the party behind. As family, he was allowed to go upstairs, and a visit to the bathroom was as good of an excuse to not be around people as any. He rushed inside the spacious room with tasteful gray tiles and a big tub, and he shut the door, wandering all the way to the full-length mirror with his knees weak. He looked awful. Red in the face, eyes glossy, and there was this undercurrent of heat that kept simmering beneath his skin, no matter how much he tried to suppress it.

  David poked the mirror with a frown. “You are strong-willed, and godly. You have no reason to be nervous about all this. No— Occupied,” he said louder when he saw the door open, but w
hen he noticed who it was that came in, he swallowed a yelp.

  The bearded guy from downstairs slid inside, locking the door with a loud, final-sounding clang, and then his dark gaze was on David, rendering him mute and unable to defend himself from that strong presence.

  The man was taller than David, and the white T-shirt he was wearing clung to his athletic body as he glided through the bathroom. For a moment, the world slowed down, and David could swear he saw the pitch-black hair float in the air, the curved-up moustache twitch as the man smiled beneath the thick, well-kept beard. Bold black tattoos covered the man’s arms, all the way to his wrists, and some even peeked out from under the round collar of the shirt, beckoning David to have a closer look at the dark, warm-hued skin, which had immediately set the man apart from everyone else present at the party.

  “I… I mean, okay, I guess you need it more,” David uttered and attempted to pass the guy, fleeing for the door. He was hot, cold, sweaty all over, and nervous as hell. Life had been so much easier years ago, before puberty hit him in the face like a red hot poker drenched in sin.

  The man stood in his way, and before David could utter a word of protest, a palm as hot as molten lava burned the skin of his throat, squeezing gently as the man pushed David back. David stepped back in a daze, letting the stranger direct him toward the wall, until his knees hit something hard and cool. The man pushed him down, and David obeyed yet again, taking a seat on the closed toilet.

  He could barely breathe from the stress of being alone with this guy in a locked room. “I’m sorry if I stared,” he wanted to say, but only managed a hoarse whisper. His body was still processing being touched by this man. Older, bigger, with eyes that could scorch David alive.

  “I enjoyed you staring,” said the stranger with a small smirk to his lips as he traced his thumb over David’s lips. It was the sulphur to the match of David’s arousal, and he quickly clenched his thighs in panic. Even his accent immediately set him apart from most people David met. Rich and thick as sugar syrup, it was definitely Southern.