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  Enraged

  Iron Vex MC Book 1

  Elizabeth Knox

  Contents

  Warning

  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

  Author Note:

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  Enraged

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are all products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblances to persons, organizations, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.

  Enraged. Copyright © 2019 by Elizabeth Knox. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used in articles or reviews. For information contact E. Knox.

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  Publisher: Knox Publishing

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  Cover design: Charli Childs, Cosmic Letterz Cover Design

  Editing: Courtney Lynn Rose, Knox Publishing

  Proofreading: Rebecca Vazquez, Full Bloom Editorial

  Formatting: E.C. Land, Knox Publishing

  Created with Vellum

  Warning

  Trigger Warning

  This book is intended for mature audiences only. If darker books are not for you, please do not move forward. After re-adjusting my trigger warning system, I will not be giving any spoilers. Please understand that this is not your run of the mill romance and tough subjects will be spoken about in this storyline.

  1

  The only sensible way to live in this world is without rules

  ~Unknown

  Rage

  I’ve been a shit father through and through. Never have I been what she was worthy of. Yet she still shows me some sort of compassion, even when I don’t deserve it. My daughter, Tala, doesn’t dare go by her real name. Instead, she has a road name as well. Her road name makes me swell with pride because it embodies every aspect of her personality. Tala goes by Boss, and it shows.

  I’ve done a lot of things wrong in my life, but I think I did something right when it came to her. Staying away from her when she was a kid kept her from turning into me. I wanted more for her. Fuck, I wanted better than the shit I had to deal with at her age. Fast forward to now, and she’s grown into a strong, feisty woman. All in all, she’s just like her mother. Every time I look at her, I see her mom. It’s like I’m looking at a ghost.

  We named her Tala because it translates to some meaning of ‘star’ in Filipino. I say we, but in all reality, it was her mother’s doing. I didn’t have a say. All I did was stick my cock in her and give her a great deal of grief for eighteen years. Even now, it’s still hard to believe that my daughter has a name that insinuates she’s light and bright. Meanwhile, I fathered her, and I know my darkness floods through her veins.

  “What’s wrong? You asked to stay here.” She peers over her desk and stares at me. I’m sitting on a leather couch across the room. It’s not a big room, but it’s all I need for now. I doubt I’ll be staying here too long, but you never can tell.

  Shaking my head, I respond. “Nothing. Just wondering why you’re letting me stay here. I wasn’t exactly the best father to you growing up.”

  Boss chuckles, running her hand across the back of her neck, she moves her hair out of the way. “No, you were the exact opposite. All of that is in the past, though. You’re still my blood, Dad.” Closing her eyes, she takes a moment and then opens them. “I know you’re a monster. I can’t find another word to even describe what you are, because there isn’t another that is more fitting. Nonetheless, you’re my family . . . the only family that I have left. It may be selfish, but I don’t want anything to happen to you, no matter what you’ve done. You’re all I have left besides the club.” Worry crosses her face, even though she tries so hard to cover it up. I think because we’re alone in her office she’s letting her true feelings slip through. Ever since she was a little girl, she’s always tried to act like things didn’t bother her. The sad reality is that she takes it harder than most. The only difference is that she hides it all under a mask. Only those who truly know her understand her emotions. I doubt she has many people who know her, though.

  I sit up a little straighter and take a good, hard look at her. Her tanned skin and jet-black hair accentuate her dark eyes. Sometimes, I have a hard time accepting that someone so beautiful could even be mine. “Kid, you’re gonna be alone one day. You won’t be able to stop people from coming after me. I’ve done a lot of shit, and I’ve made a lot of decisions. Decisions that others don’t like. Fuck, Tala, you know I’m no good. I’m the worst of the worst. We won’t ever be able to stop the inevitable from happening.”

  “I want to try.” The way it comes out of her mouth tells me that she really isn’t ready for me to die yet. All those times she told me that she wished I was dead back in her teenage years just went out the fuckin’ window. Looking up to me with sad eyes, she continues. “I know it probably won’t work, but I do want to try. You might have done some awful shit, Dad, but you’re still my family. I’m not just protecting you because of obligation. It’s because I love you.”

  I cock an eyebrow at her. “Are you telling me that you’ve been a Daddy’s girl all these years?”

  “Oh, fuck you. Don’t read too much into this.” She stands up from her chair behind her desk and runs her hands over her jeans. “I don’t want to lie to you. I care, and I probably shouldn’t, but I do.”

  I nod my head once at her, understanding what she’s saying. Boss walks over to the closed door of her office, but before she heads out like I’m assuming she will, she opens a cabinet door and pulls out a pillow and blanket. “I hardly ever use my office as overflow. You should feel special.”

  Special isn’t the right word for it. “Thanks. I’m sure I’ll be very comfortable.”

  She mutters something under her breath that I can’t quite make out and opens the door, but as my daughter leaves, another woman comes in. A young woman with some sort of rose gold hair approaches me. Her eyes are shaped with thick, black eyeliner but it just makes her hazel eyes pop even more. Her lips and cheeks match in a light pink color. For the first time in years, my attention didn’t just go to her tits or ass, but now they are. She has a small, frail frame. Honestly, she’s nothing special, but her eyes keep me trained on her. She can’t be more than her mid to late twenties, and now I’m thinkin’ she’s some sort of special clubwhore.

  “What’s your name, darlin’?”

  She brings her hand up and tucks a stray hair behind her ear, “I’m Gold. Listen, I’m not here for the small talk.” She comes over to me and unbuttons my jeans, digs her acrylic nails into my boxers and pulls my cock free. Licking her lips, she opens her mouth and fills it.

  She bobs her head up and down, twirling her tongue around my head each time she does. I want to not like this girl, but I do. Part of me wants to wrap my hand around her throat and choke her until she can’t breathe— until her lips turn a lovely shade of violet. But I don’t. I allow her to continue as she holds my balls in her hands, squeezing them every now and again.

  Gold pulls her mouth away from my cock for a moment, offering her hand instead. My cock twitches while I think about unleashing my load across that face o
f hers. I wrap my hand in her hair and tug her close to my cock, slapping her hand away.

  Wrapping my hand around myself, I finish the job, watching my cum splatter across her face. Gold keeps her eyes on mine, staring at me the entire time. “You might be the best clubwhore in this place, but you’re mine now,” I tell her, removing my hand from my cock, I spread my semen around her face like a moisturizer. “You don’t fuck or suck anyone else. Do you understand?” I yank her hair to the point any other woman would react. They’d get scared. Scream. Try to pull away. They’d do something, but not Gold. Instead, her devilish smile tells me that she’s going to be a riot.

  2

  I am too insane to explain, and you are too normal to understand

  ~Mr. Villain Quotes

  Rage

  Weeks pass without a peep from the outside world. I thought we were good and dandy until Boss heard a rumor that the Skulls Renegade MC knew I was alive. If they know, it sure as fuck means that the Reapers know. Those clubs are like two peas in a pod. They’ll be coming for me any week, day, or even minute.

  If I was smart, I’d get my ass out of New York and head straight into Canada. I have allies there, but not only that, I still have a decent amount of Demons across the border. The ones that are still in the states are spread apart. I informed them to tuck their cuts away and not wear their colors. No other Prez would dare order them to do something like that, but I know we’re on the losing side right now. The last thing I want is to put them in risk. While I might’ve always been a ballsy bastard, it doesn’t mean they should have to be.

  The best thing I can do for my club is to make sure the ones we have left stay alive. The only way that will happen is if they heed my warning and stay under the radar. This is but a storm that will pass in due time.

  For the past couple of weeks, my mind has been turning on what to do. I’ve been through a lot of shit over the years, mostly because I’ve been an arrogant bastard who acted too soon. The last few weeks have given me time to reflect on the things I’ve done, and the actions I’ve taken.

  I’m no innocent and I don’t think I ever will be. Boss told me once when she was a child that I’m the physical embodiment of evil. The thing is, she isn’t wrong. I wouldn’t say I regret the decisions I’ve made, because in my eyes . . . I did what was warranted. I’m not the bad guy in my story. Instead, that lovely label is put on other individuals' backs. I’m a firm believer that there are things in life that transform people into who they are. I just happened to have quite a few things that caused me to morph into the man I am today.

  “You wanted to see me?” My daughter comes strutting up to me in four-inch biker boots, clad in a complete leather ensemble. I shake my head, still unable to get over the fact that she acts like being Prez is some sort of fashion show. It’s not my club, though, so I bite my fuckin’ tongue.

  “Sure do. I have something I want to talk to you about.”

  She raises her eyebrows, looking around the room. It’s still early, a little past ten in the morning. Most of her guys are asleep until about one or two. Only a few of them are early birds. “Alright. Let’s go into my office so we can talk privately.”

  I lead the way since I’m closer, heading up the stairwell and opening the door. She follows me closely, shutting it after we’re both inside. “You know, I had a feeling that you’ve been up to something.”

  “I’m not up to anything, sweetheart,” I say. Honestly, all I’ve been thinking about is a way to make sure that my brothers are taken care of. Boss and I have already had a talk about the fact I won’t be around forever. That means that the Demons will need a leader, and I don’t trust anyone else to lead them into the next phase of life than my daughter.

  Now I just need to tell her that and hope she’ll agree to what I want to ask of her. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking in regard to the future of the Demons of Hell.” I make my intentions clear, knowing that she’s very good at reading between the lines. She’s never been a dumb girl. In fact, she’s always been quite the opposite. My girl could’ve gotten into Harvard if she wanted, but she chose a cut over a diploma.

  “Alright. Well, please elaborate on whatever is spinning around in that mind of yours,” she directs me. I watch as her eyes search my face for answers. She can try to read me like she does everyone else, but she won’t get far. I’ve been playing this game since the day I was born. Always being taught to hold in my emotions and never to allow another any insight on what I’d say or do.

  “The Demons won’t have a future with me. I will be their death sentence. You, on the other hand, will be their chance to rise up and become something far better than I could have ever imagined. I need you to take them into glory, Tala.” I use her birth name, showing her the seriousness of what I’m asking.

  She looks furious, furrowing her brows as her nostrils flare. She crosses her arms and shifts her weight onto her right leg, almost giving me the inclination that she’s going to get sassy as fuck with me like her mother used to. “You let the club turn into the worst form of savagery. I won’t let them do the same. Fuck, I won’t allow them to get away with any of the shit you did. Do you understand that?” From the worry-stricken look that runs across her face, she’s trying to decide if this is something she wants to do.

  “I want to patch the Demons into the Iron Vex MC, and I want you to lead them. They will all know that not only is this my wish, but a direct order.”

  She shakes her head, placing her hands on the desk. She breathes in and out a few times slowly, showing me that this is weighing on her heavily. “I’ve never condoned your actions or the actions of your club. I’ve told anyone in my club who dared to even act at a fraction of what your men have that they’d be stripped of their patch and colors. We are not like your Demons, Dad. We’re anything but. Are they prepared to change, or face the consequences?”

  I turn my head to both sides and roll my shoulders, making sure my neck cracks. “Tala, they’ll fuckin’ listen to you. Even if you think they won’t, they will. You aren’t the type of bitch who doesn’t maintain order. Plus, they’re royally fucked if they even try to defy you. We both know that. You still got those brass knuckles of yours?” If anyone even dares to cross her, she makes sure they don’t. Tala isn’t like any other leader I know. Most would have their men take care of the problem, but not her. She’d rather handle the situation herself, sliding those brass knuckles of hers over her fingers and plummeting them into the offending party’s face.

  “You . . . think I don’t know everything.” Her voice comes out broken, emotion cracking apart her words.

  “What don’t I think you know?”

  She whips her head in my direction as her eyes go wide in disbelief. “Roxy. Kat. You think I don’t catch wind of what you’ve done. Do you? You think I don’t know how you and your men rampaged the Reapers MC twenty-something years ago and raped those girls? Shit, what was the other one’s name? She ended up killing herself. Did you know that? Fuck, why am I even asking you that? It’s not like you care. You think I don’t know that you kidnapped a child, thinking that she was my sister and then after you found out . . . you just kept her as, what . . . your own personal fuck toy? Your taste tester? I have tried so hard to not let these things alter my view on the person you are. But it’s so fucking hard.

  “You’re my dad but you’re also a sinister piece of shit that deserves to rot in hell, even if I don’t want you to for my own selfish reasons. That is fucking hard for me. It’s hard for me to know what you have done and still look you in the eye like I am right now. It’s been even harder acting like I can’t see the mayhem that you bring everywhere you go. Even if I try so desperately to not see it. And now . . . now you want me to take your club and patch it over into my own. Why? To corrupt my club? To spread the disease of hatred?”

  I swallow and speak my truth. “I’ve done some awful things, and I won’t apologize for them. I learned to accept myself and my actions a long time ago, sweethea
rt. I’m asking you to patch us over because I don’t want them to go down the same path that I have. I may act like I don’t give a fuck, but deep down I do, and you know that. Help me, help them.” I look into her eyes, needing her to understand that I’m not trying to bullshit her. I’m asking her for help, which is something I’ve never asked from anyone.

  All I want is for her to give them the opportunity to be better. It may seem like a grueling task, but I know under her leadership, they can do this. She rips her hands from the desk and heads toward the door, placing her hand on the knob. “I need time to think this through. Just give me a few days and I’ll get back to you.”

  Tala leaves my room and slams the door. This just shows me I’ve rattled her bones. I can only hope she’ll overlook my past transgressions and do what is in the best interests for the Demons.

  She is our only way of recovering, and I know she sees it. Not only that but if she decides to take the Demons, I can be free in a way that I haven’t in many years. Like I told her, I’ll never apologize for my actions. In some situations, I know I was heavily in the wrong. As the years passed, I could see it first-hand. But at that moment, I didn’t feel like I was. In those moments, I was an enraged, justified man. One who had been through fucking hell and betrayed by everyone he held dear.

  I’m just hopeful that the one person I hold dear will be my new beginning.