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  Denver’s Deception

  Lincoln Black Knights MC Book IV

  K. K. Harris

  DENVER’S DECEPTION

  Copyright © 2020 by K. K. HARRIS

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  Prologue

  Wood

  This mission was one for the muthafuckin’ books. Bullets flying at my head, an impromptu knife fight, and a successful rescue couldn’t take away the feeling that something was wrong. Words couldn’t express what I felt was missing and that was saying a lot considering that I don’t say much.

  Waking up in a hotel room in Denton, I felt the warmth of a body next to me and a painful erection under the sheet. The little vixen I had the pleasure of tainting the night before was sprawled out on the bed, no doubt exhausted. Though I should have felt bad once I found out her little secret, the need to replace the painful realization became my main focus.

  Two weeks later, I returned to the scene of my disappearing act to find that she no longer worked at the bar. To not sound desperate for answers, I just shrugged and moved along. Shit, if our paths ever crossed again, so be it. What’s meant to be will be. Now as I head back to my home, a smidgen of remorse clouded my mind. Maybe I was too rough. Did her quitting have anything to do with me?

  “Yo, Wood! Hey Wood!” A series of greetings sounded off throughout the diner when I crossed the threshold. Home. There was no place like it. With a head nod to everyone who spoke, I kept moving until I reached the booth that my brother and other executive committee members sat.

  “Brother, it’s good to have you home in one piece. We missed you around here.” Cage said as he pulled me into a bro hug.

  “I missed home too.” I sighed. “What’s good,” the other brothers similarly greeted me.

  “Aww, look at the brotherly love.” Dez cooed from behind me.

  “Destiny, don’t start. I can give you something to aww about.” Cage threatened.

  “Last I checked, you always do.” She sarcastically smiled.

  “Destiny,” he mugged her in a way that should have made her run, instead she just blushed.

  “Some things haven’t changed I see.”

  “Hell no, you ain’t been gone that damn long.” Black chuckled and the brothers laughed.

  “Of course not, she still gives me a run for my money.”

  “And you like it,” I commented.

  “Thank you, Wood,” Dez said. She reached up to hug my neck. Her little pooch was very pronounced.

  “Don’t thank him, he can’t help you when those doors close.”

  “Accurate.” I pointed out. “Damn, have I been gone that long?” I gestured towards her stomach after we parted.

  “Brother, are you calling me fat?” She cocked her head to the side.

  “You know better than that,” I gave her a look.

  “Whatever,” she rolled her eyes. “I will leave you fellas to your business.”

  “Don’t make me jack you up.” He growled and she smirked.

  “Later caveman,” she said and leaned into him. “I love you.” Dez murmured against his lips.

  “I love you, don’t overdo it.”

  “Never that,” she slyly stated.

  “Destiny, you forgot this.” A female voice said that sounded familiar. For a minute, I thought my mind was surely playing tricks on me.

  ‘It couldn’t be,’ I tried to convince myself as I whipped out of the booth directly into her line of sight. The stunned look on her face said it all, she wasn’t expecting me either.

  “Wood, this is my new assistant Denver. Denver, this is my brother in law – Wood.”

  “Oh shit,” she said taking the words right out of my mouth. Somehow, I knew that we weren’t saying it for the same reasons.

  Chapter One

  Wood

  Stepping into the dimly lit bar, I had one intent and that was to wind down. The brief interlude between missions was needed. The last one was a blood bath for the culprits, but all of our men made it out without a scratch. Most paint me as an enforcer because I rarely spoke. There was nothing wrong with me, I just never felt the need to utter more than a few words. Less is more in my case.

  Scanning the circumference of the room, I found a few outlets that could benefit from this load that I needed to drop. My balls were heavy. It’s been a while since I found a worthy opponent. Especially one that didn’t squeal like a pig. Whereas Cage had an aversion to bodily fluid, I had an issue with noises. Weird ass sex noises, unnecessary screeching, and whining bothered me.

  Most muthafucka’s viewed it as a stroke to their ego but I knew my dick was big. I didn’t need any woman shouting the shit to the world, successfully grating on my nerves in the process. Shooting the shit with a few of the Sons members, I continued my scouting process. Though I kept my conversations short, we ‘fuckin’ or nah’ typically works just fine.

  Nevertheless, I was flying incognegro tonight, no cut no leathers. If one didn’t already know who I was, then they just didn’t know. With Denton having a little more going on than Lincoln, the passthrough traffic tended to be heavier. Since I was flying in the actual sky for these last two missions, being inconspicuous was a must. Tonight would be the ultimate test of whether the hoes in attendance wanted a rider or did it matter.

  Like a beacon in the night sky, I was drawn to a set of eyes behind the bar. Though she averted her gaze when she realized that I caught her gawking, the intrigue for me had risen. As she busied herself to avoid looking this way, I took my time in surveying her assets. From what I could see in the distance, she was rather young and guarded. There was mystery behind that one and I’ll be damned if I didn’t want to be a detective at the moment.

  “What’s good Wood?” Raymond, a member of the Sons approached the table that I occupied.

  “Shit, I can’t call it.”

  “I know that look, you see something to get into around these parts.”

  “Maybe, still deliberating.”

  “I see you scoping the bar area out and I know you don’t swing for the other team. That only leaves Lil Den.”

  “Lil Den, huh?”

  “Yeah, she’s a good girl that could stand to have some fun for a change. All she does is work, go to school, and fly below the radar.” At the mention of school, I instantly tensed up. “The community college a town over. I think she lives on campus if I’m not mistaken.”

  “Mr. Information,” I smirked.

  “This is my bar, last I checked.” He chuckled. “It’s my job to know who all comes through here and a little of their story.”

  “I hear you.”

  “It must be something in the air in Lincoln.”

  “Why you say that?” I asked giving him my undivided attention.

  “Nothing against settling down, but first Cage locks Destiny down. Then I heard that youngster Wolf has managed to claim his woman too. The last time I had to do a mission with Black, he seemed kind of irritable. That shit could have only been linked to a woman.” Raymond shook his head in confusion. “You better be careful unless you plan to be next. Lil Den might be the one to put it on you.”
br />   “That’s a hard pass.”

  “I hear you talking, young buck.” He sounded like he wasn’t buying the shit I was spewing and that was cool. Settling down wasn’t a bad thing but finding someone that made me tick just for them was hard to explain to others. So far, that particular woman didn’t exist. At least she hadn’t crossed my path thus far and I can’t say that I was seeking her out. If it happens, it does.

  Denver

  Damn this man was like a work of art. The last thing I should be doing is gawking at any man, especially one with such an intimidating persona. Every woman that bashfully sauntered by his table, he only glanced but kept his eyes over the entire crowd. The guys that he came with were regulars and known to be flirts. Considering my past and the reasons that landed me in Denton, scoping this man out should be the furthest thing on my mind.

  There was just something sexy about him though. Huge build, rugged jawline, plump lips that only cracked a hint of a smile ever so often. His hair was cut low, a carefully lined beard adorned his face. Dark assessing eyes scanned the room around him as if he could read everyone in this spot. His t-shirt was losing the battle to contain the massive amount of muscles across his chest, shoulders, and roped arms. On cue, something told me to look back to his face. The mystery man was staring directly at me with an unmovable expression.

  Having never been so bold, I quickly averted my eyes out of embarrassment and bashfulness. He must think that I am a loon for staring at him in such a creepy way and then looking away once I was caught. As I allowed the thirsty patrons to dominate my headspace, I tried my best to forget about my blunder from earlier. Sometime later my eyes betrayed me by glancing in his direction but to my surprise, he was no longer there. A quick scan around the bar and I couldn’t hide the defeat that I felt at not seeing him again.

  “Looking for someone,” a panty wetting timber asked. Snapping towards the voice, I collided with the dark searing eyes of Mr. Mystery. Where the hell did he come from?

  “Uhm, what can I get for you, sir?” I asked.

  “How bout an answer?”

  “Another beer?”

  “…” The smirk on his face was eerily calm and quite intense.

  “Hey, little lady, this man harassing you?” DT jokingly asked. From what I was told he was the former president of the local MC, The Sons of Vengeance. If this man was cool with him, he couldn’t be all that bad. With my track record, everyone that comes into my space needed to be vetted.

  “We were just establishing what he had a taste for?” I smiled at the short-spoken dark knight. What I wouldn’t do to walk on the wild side for just one night. The intriguing part of my life, no one knew who I was. They only know what I tell them and that’s the way I like it, the way I want to keep it.

  “From the tension between you two, I would say he wanted a taste of you.” Ethan came out of nowhere with his craziness. Though I laughed at his assumption, the brooding giant hadn’t moved an inch. The chatter around the room began to die down as we continued to have a stare-off. This man was beyond fine.

  “He couldn’t handle just a taste.”

  “Is that so?”

  “Oh shit!” Ethan boasted. “I swear the good ones love dark and brooding.”

  “Who says I’m a good one?”

  “All talk sweetheart,” dark and handsome said.

  “Same could be said for you, honey.” I mocked with an overly sweet purr on honey. “I’ve never seen you around these parts before, yet you are buddy-buddy with the MC. Either you’re a new prospect or fresh out.” The other members of the MC grew bored with our banter and walked away.

  “You think so?”

  “Am I wrong?”

  “Very. What time you done?” Dark and brooding asked.

  “Why? Are you trying to see me home?”

  “Something like that,” he remarked. His tongue seeped between his lips and ventured from one side to the other in what appeared to be slow motion. Despite my common sense telling me to pump my breaks and steer clear of this man, I couldn’t stop my mouth.

  “My roommates wouldn’t approve.” I lied but he didn’t need to know that.

  “Come see me.”

  “My shift ends at two.” Surely, he wouldn’t want to wait around for me to get off. With all the women vying for his attention since he has been in my viewpoint, he had options. Plus, I didn’t have shit to offer a man like him but damn it all to hell if I didn’t wish things to be different.

  “What’s your point?”

  “…” I was rendered speechless. How do I get out of this without sounding completely juvenile? Though he is one fine specimen of a man, my history was scathed, and I didn’t want to make a fool out of myself. “Look here handsome, I’m not that type of girl.”

  “What type are you referring to?”

  “Look around you, there is a shit ton of thirst traps contending for your attention. I’m not like them.”

  “Again, your point?”

  “You pick me out of the entire room, why?”

  “Sweetheart, you picked me.”

  “That’s cute,” I laughed to hide my nervousness. In essence, I guess I did stare him down first.

  “A simple no would suffice,” he smirked. Damn it all to hell if that shit wasn’t sexy. The vixen that lived in my head, that I portrayed to be wanted to let the freak flag fly. However, the real me that is beyond pretending knew better. “You’re stalling.”

  “I’m not stalling.”

  “We fuckin’ or nah?” He simply asked and I swear my panties ignited.

  “Beat around the bush much?”

  “…”

  “I don’t even know you.”

  “That isn’t an answer.”

  “…” It was my turn to silently assess the situation. The saying goes, there is a first time for everything. That certainly applies to me at this moment. Never in all my adult life have I ever wanted to fuck a stranger. There was just something about him. Everything about him screamed danger. Scarily enough, that is what is drawing me in instead of making me want to run away.

  “Room 328,” was his parting words.

  When the bar manager told me that I could cut out shortly after the mysterious dark knight left, I didn’t know what to think. It would seem that it was divine intervention or something. The cards, the chips, the stars were aligning in a way that made me question my original conclusion. He was a stranger; I couldn’t possibly consider hooking up with him. That was so far out of my element that it wasn’t even funny.

  My past was the sketchiest shit that any one person could conjure up. An abusive past so messed up that I had trust issues to this day. Not to mention, the constant glance over my shoulder, fearing that I may encounter someone from that time of my life. What are the odds that I was invited to a stranger’s room on the anniversary of an event that I would much rather forget? Now if only they sold courage in a bottle. One that I didn’t need a designated driver to partake in.

  Letting loose for a scandalous affair could be just what I needed to take my mind off the date. Maybe, just maybe this could be the encounter I need to forget it all, work towards healing. Besides him being a stranger, I wouldn’t have to worry about bumping into him again. Everything in me is telling me that he would not be sticking around in Denton. That was the only thing that I could think of as I knocked on the door marked 328.

  “Done being scared?”

  “I never said that I was scared.”

  “You didn’t have to,” he moved to the side for me to enter. If I thought he was fine before, a now shirtless stranger was the truest form of intimidation. My hands were itching to touch his bulging muscles and my legs were threatening to give out on me. “Changed your mind?”

  “…” I shrugged at that question and his brow rose in question. “It’s just that I’ve never done this before. I don’t even know your name.”

  “Then why did you come?”

  “Honestly, because I needed the distraction.” r />
  “So, you’re using me?” He folded his arms across his chest. “I’m hurt.” The mocking tone that he used was almost lost on me as my eyes were glued to his massive arms. Those things were damn near as thick as my thighs.

  “As if you weren’t planning on using me,” I retorted. “Your words exactly, we fucking or nah?”

  “Call me JC.” I had to wonder was that a fake name or what. He damn sure didn’t look like a JC. Then again, what did a JC look like? “No point in bullshitting.” He shrugged.

  “Then tell me what to do next, stop bullshitting right now.”

  “In retrospect, I probably shouldn’t.”

  “And why is that? Don’t tell me you are the one that is scared now.”

  “Sweetheart, I’m never scared.”

  “Then quit stalling and do what you planned to do to me, sweetheart.” I smartly snapped. Taking my jacket off, I placed it with my keys and wallet on the dresser.

  “If you’re sure,” he shrugged and walked to the head of the bed. From the top drawer of the nightstand, he placed two condoms onto the surface.

  “Do you have anything to drink?” A drink to dull my senses and kill these nerves would be fantastic.

  “I prefer you sober.”

  ‘Well shit,’ I thought to myself. Why is this huge hulking figure such a turn on? Whereas I should be hightailing it far away from him, I am taunting him to ravage me. Mental illness ran deep in my family cause, I must be loco. Turning to face the mirror, I took a deep breath in hopes of calming my racing heart down. This was probably the most reckless thing that I have ever done thus far, and I have done some crazy shit in hopes of outrunning my past.

  “Changed your mind?” He questioned standing directly behind me with only a foot of space between us.

  “No. Have you?” I countered with my head tilted back to give him my best attempt at being stern. That only seemed to amuse him as one side of his full lips lifted as he made a humming noise in the back of his throat.

  “Pretending will only get you so far,” he openly scanned my body from behind. Every part of my body that he perused felt like it was on fire. The dare in his voice egged me on, gave me false bravado to pull my shirt over my head. In the mirror, his eyes were now glued to my breasts as they heaved uncontrollably. As he bit into his bottom lip, my nipples strained against the lacy material of my bra.