Wylde - Renegade (Devil’s Boneyard MC 6)

Harley Wylde

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Harley Wylde

Darby: At fifteen, I thought I knew everything. Having been in foster care all my life, not much scared me. Id already faced monsters parading around as upstanding citizens. But life hadnt prepared me for a biker who would lure me in, kidnap me, and abuse me for five years. I got Fawn out of it, my precious girl, and a lot of bad memories. Being tossed into a dumpster and left to die wasnt at the top of my list, but Renegade found me. Ive never had a man be kind to me or my daughter before -- especially not a biker -- and Im not sure what to think. I want to trust him, but I dont want to give him my heart only to have him turn out like every other man Ive ever known. It would break me.

Renegade: I lost my family a long time ago, and I vowed Id never have another. I still have Nikki, my baby sis, and thats enough. My club is a family, but thats different. I trust them, and in my own way I love them, but its not the same as having a wife and kids. Ill never go down that path. Then I found Fawn and her mother, Darby, thrown away like unwanted trash. Yeah, Fates laughing her ass off right now. Theyre in my home, and slowly worming their way under my skin. Hearing their story is enough to make my blood boil and send rage flooding through me. Ill exact revenge for all theyve suffered, and then theyll truly be free, able to move on without fear of being taken again. Except I might not want to let them go.

WARNING: This story contains violence, bad language, and really hot sex. While there are abuse themes, nothing is told in great detail.

Renegade

I fucking hated this time of year. The pumpkins and shit didnt bother me, it was more the memories attached to the month of October that got to me. Today especially. My parents and brother had been gone for fourteen years but time didnt make the pain lessen any, which was why I was at the liquor store restocking my beer, rum, and picking up a bottle of vodka. Time didnt heal all wounds, but at least alcohol would numb me enough to make it through to tomorrow. I knew my sister, Nikki, still had trouble with this day as well, but shed suffer on her own or with friends. I didnt see her as often as Id like, but I tried to keep her away from the club. She garnered too much interest when she came around, and I didnt want to beat on my brothers.

I set the items on the counter and the woman popped her gum and held out her hand. I took out my wallet and pulled out a few twenties, but she shook her head.

ID.

Are you fucking kidding me right now? I demanded. Im forty-four years old and I dont look old enough to buy this shit?

Sorry. I dont make the rules. She pointed to the sign behind her. We have the right to refuse service for any reason. ID will be required for all purchases.

I growled as I jerked my license from my wallet and threw it on the counter. The last thing I needed right now was someone hassling me over my purchase. It wasnt the first time Id been carded and wouldnt be the last, I just wasnt in the mood to deal with it right now. While it was the law to card everyone, Id noticed none of my brothers who actually looked their age ever dealt with this shit.

The woman looked at the ID, scratched at the surface, and gave me one of those disbelieving looks.

Its not a fake, I said. Who the fuck fakes the age of forty-four?

My mother had once said that there would come a time I would like looking younger than my actual years. So far, that hadnt proven true. It was fucking annoying.

She handed the license back and took my money, then rang up the alcohol. By the time I was walking out of the store, I was livid, but I knew it wasnt really the womans fault. Shed been doing her job and not intentionally hassling me. It was just this shitty day. Id brought my truck, knowing what I wanted to buy wouldnt fit in the saddlebags on my bike, and stashed the rum, vodka and two cases of beer in the back seat, then pulled a can from one of the boxes. Before I could pop the top, a sound drew my attention. A scuff or scratching noise. I set the beer down and slowly crept toward the side of the building, pausing at the corner. Might just be a stray scrounging for food, or it could be trouble. A liquor store at night had a tendency to draw in the bad elements. Wouldnt be the first time the place had been robbed, or someone had been held up in the parking lot.

There was a shuffle and something kicked a can. Dog? I listened harder and heard what sounded like a humans footsteps. I reached for the gun at the small of my back, pulling it before I edged around the building, my finger on the trigger guard of my Sig. Very little light pierced the darkness, but I saw a small shadow moving. It wasnt very big. I didnt know if I was about to be ambushed by someone trying to hide themselves, or if there was actually someone in need of help. Moving in closer, my heart nearly stopped when I saw the dirty face of a little girl. Long, red hair hung in a tangle down her back, and I noticed her feet were bare. A quick glance didnt show anyone else in the area, but I was hesitant to put away my weapon. Wouldnt be the first time some asshole used a kid to lure in a victim.

Is your mom or dad here? I asked, trying to keep my tone as non-threatening as possible.

The little girl pointed to the dumpster and began walking that way. She stopped in front of it and lifted a hand to the opening on top. I braced myself in case someone leapt from inside to attack, but as I neared the metal container and peered inside, my breath stalled in my lungs. Holy shit!

That your sister? I asked the girl.

She shook her head.

Your momma? I asked again, barely believing the woman who was likely dead was old enough to be a mother. Then again, maybe she just aged really well. At first glance, Id thought she was maybe sixteen or seventeen. Wouldnt be the first time a kid had given birth, if she really was as young as she appeared, but I hoped that wasnt the case. Kids should have a chance to be exactly that -- kids.

The little girl nodded.

All right. Im going to put my gun away and Im going to get your mom out of there. Can you step back so you dont get hurt?

She stared at me a moment before shuffling back a step, then another. It was eerie that she hadnt said a word, but at least shed obeyed. I climbed the side of the container and reached inside, pressing my fingers against the pulse point in the womans throat. I exhaled sharply when I realized she was still alive, and carefully extracted her. She shivered in my arms, her body barely covered except for the dried blood and bruises coating her skin. Her clothes were cut or ripped, exposing enough of her that I worried what might have happened to her. I hoped whatever asshole had done this to her would suffer.