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Veins rose off his skin from exertion from lifting weights, and so what if he sometimes lost his temper and he had a hair trigger to losing control, it was a side effect of the drugs, worth it to feel this good.

No one said rising to the top would be easy and Kyle was willing to fight for it.

It was another year before the club swelled to a number he was happy with. The clubhouse full of dubious men wearing the same black and blue cut with the bloody hand print on the back for the Raging Rebels emblem.

Feeling liketheman, a perma-smirk etched into his face, he strode through the halls, head back, shoulders wide, and an inhale of pride for his devilish plans all coming together, he bobbed his head as his men showed him reverence as their leader.

He was home.

At long last he had a place that was wholly his.

A place no one would ever take from him.

And the Raging Rebels legacy began to breathe.

CHAPTER EIGHT

“Hades; The Unseen One”

They say a king is born.

Kyle would beg to differ.

A king combats for the throne as hard as he fights for every breath.

Ironically, as it turned out, it was on another murderous day that he became a whole new other person. He could believe it was fate intervening if he believed in that bull-crap, that on an ordinary nothing to write home about day his life took swerves for the better ... when evil stained its deepest tattoo into his skin.

His father would say he was the devil incarnate.Well, dad, it takes one to know one.

Kyle was bored. So fuckingbored. Even the devil had left him for better stoked fires.

And maybe it wasn’t the best time to admit tediousness since he was currently balls deep inside a woman he couldn’t remember the name of. Sprawled limbs over a solid oak table in one of the unused MC rooms she was making the most ear screeching annoying faked noises of pleasure. Kyle was about to eye roll when he heard, “oh, baby, yes, yes!”

Baby. She’d known him all of ten minutes and she wanted to start slinging fucking endearments at him. His irritation quadrupled.

Digging fingers into her hips in hopes maybe if he hurt her hard enough it would shut her mouth long enough he could finish and kick her out.

No such luck, the blonde woman went through a fresh series of overacted moans as he felt her hip bones jut out of her body slamming her harder, using her prone body to jack himself off, he was so fucking bored and about as close to coming as he was to dying. Having sucked him to get him hard down on her knees, she’d been all wide smoky eyes and snake tongue and he’d felt a flicker of interest for a second, arousal slamming into him, but the moment he’d laid the woman face first across the desk he knew it wasn’t going to last long at all.

Bitches were ten a penny nowadays, and this one wasn’t worth a quarter. They stumbled their scantily clad selves through his doors like it was a fucking amusement park with a revolving door, more and more came each week as word of the notoriety of both his club and parties spread wide, curious bitches wanting a dirty screw.

He took them up on it more than not.

Grimacing, he, managed to pry open his lids to glare down at the slab of meat on his table as he slammed in hard and he slammed in deep. The noises she emitted were like nails on a chalk board, how the fuck could he unload with her falsettooh, god yeah right there, big boygoing on? this time he took his hand to her mouth and plugged it tightly shut. Couldn’t a man just get his climax without the audience soundtrack. Still he heard her murmuringbabyagain. He wanted to tell her he wasn’t her baby, never would be her baby. He wasn’t on the lookout for an old lady any time …or ever. His set up of using women worked just fine and he wasn’t changing it.

When she started orgasming he felt it happening, her pussy went nuts on his dick with a strangle hold and even that didn’t have the trigger to urge him to get his. Her pussy was exciting as watching roadkill.

She was not an exciting fuck and, yet she was stunning.

Tiny waist, tits the size of hard melons and her mouth could rival any high-powered vacuum cleaner, he should have kept the bitch on her knees. All kinds of expectation swirled in her eyes when he pulled out and dumped the condom in the trash can and zipped up his unspent, hard dick, slapping her ass letting her know it was time to get out. “I could stay around a while.” Sweet honey tone and Kyle didn’t feel a scratch of anything to keep her around, not even for a minute more.

“Show yourself out.” He dismissed.

Pouting, maybe she had some brains under all the puffy hair, because she picked up her discarded thong, stuffing it into the pocket of her jean skirt and got out before he had to say another word.

A minute went by when a knock came on his door.

“Boss.” T-bone dipped his head around the door. The dumbshit heeded Kyle’s warning by staying off the hard drugs for the most part and surprisingly, turned out to be a good second for the club, willing to do anything and rarely disagreed with Kyle and every time he came up against one of those Renegade Souls it was T-bone at his side willing to back him up, be it with fists or murder, the crazy fucker was up for anything. “I got a Mexican here about the shipment.”

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