New Bloodline of Destruction

  Rebellions 4 Blood MC - Book 1

  Vera Quinn

  Contents

  Introduction

  Character List

  Prologue

  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

  Epilogue

  Also by Vera Quinn

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  Copyright

  Copyright © 2019 by Vera Quinn

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used factiously and are not construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations are entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. Except for short quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced, in any form, or used in whole or part by any means existing or produced in the future without written permission from the author.

  Dedication & thank you…

  I am dedicating this book to all my loyal readers. Life has gotten in my way with the last few books and I want you to know that my readers are very much appreciated. All readers, but especially the ladies that have been there giving me support during every book will be in my heart forever.

  I need to thank my husband, Charles. This man puts up with all my quirks I have during my writing process and he is my strongest supporter. He is with me at every signing event for moral support but stays in the background so I can learn to socialize in a crowd. Still not too good at that.

  I also need to thank my PA, Nicole Lloyd, my editor and formatter, Maggie Kern, my cover designer, Tracie Douglas, and friends Martha Lanham, Joanne Dearman, the members of Vera’s Teasers, and all of you. You keep me writing.

  ***Dialogue warning***

  This fictional story takes place in the south in Texas and we have old sayings that are passed from generation to generation. I understand that everyone might not have heard them before, but they are spoken in some groups of people. I put them in my books because well, I’m from the south and in certain situations they are appropriate in a conversation. They may not be grammatically correct for everyone, but it is intentional and not a grammatical error.

  ***WARNING***

  This book may have triggers for some people due to violence, crude language, and sexual situations. If you have any of these this book may not be for you. Please, consider this warning before proceeding.

  ***Warning***

  The characters in this book have been in other books and series of mine. To get the full background you may want to start with my other series first. The backstory doesn’t have anything to do with this plot line and this book can be read as the first book of this new series. There is a HEA but the story will progress as the series continues. No cliffhangers just a continuation of the series.

  Character List

  Micah Bass

  Debbie “Deb” Bass (Stiles)

  Sylvia Elizabeth (Liz) Bass-deceased- Micah’s mom- mentioned

  Rye Black- Deb’s man & member of the BlackPath Warrior MC

  Henry- ranch foreman

  Maddie Draven- Micah’s twin sister

  Aaron “Braun” Mahan-Micah’s half-brother- mentioned

  Rebellions 4 Blood MC:

  Officers:

  Mason “Sarge” Brumley-President

  Cru London “Stealth” Jameson-VP

  Jebediah “Shield” Jameson-SAA

  Wren “Boots” Richards- Secretary

  Robert “Wedge” Perez- Treasurer

  Wendall “Painter” Tate- Road Captain

  Darius “Keys” Brown- Tech

  Patched members:

  Drexler

  Slayer

  Ritter

  Buster

  Zeus

  Tap

  Rico

  Lenz

  Pacer

  Popped

  Laser

  Tag

  Club muffins:

  Dee

  Rainey

  Lee

  Chanel

  Bree

  Legions MC:

  Broderick “Priest” Lipton- President

  Augustus “Bounty” Jones- VP

  Gem- Enforcer Lip- SAA

  Tilt- Secretary, Treasurer, & Tech

  Drifter- Brother of the president & in collage

  Simon- Priest & Drifter’s dad- deceased but mentioned

  Shadow People:

  Hemric Priest

  Atticus Tines

  Lorell “Lora” Mahan

  Mentions:

  Double Down MC

  Missile- President of the Double Down MC

  Adrian Petrov

  Blurb:

  New Bloodlines of Destruction

  Rebellions 4 Blood MC Book1

  Sarge

  I never asked to be President of the Rebellions 4 Blood motorcycle club, but I earned it with blood, sweat, loyalty, and hard work.

  I’m not a good man but I have the respect of every brother in our club.

  We found us a new home, a new direction to take our club, and we are recruiting new members.

  Life is good except for the little Texas Tornado that keeps sweeping in and out of my life.

  I will never commit to one woman again; it was the only failure in my life.

  Micah says she’s only in it for the sex, but her eyes tell me a different story.

  She needs to run back to her safe life. She’s in a downward spiral. My life will destroy her.

  Micah

  I won’t be tamed.

  I live my life my way, and I don’t apologize for it.

  I don’t want a cookie-cutter life with a white picket fence and accepting a lengthy line of disappointments of what might have been.

  What I want is a man that can kiss me breathless and set my body aflame with one caress without being in my business twenty-four seven.

  Men can’t take what they dish out. A little bit of sass and a taste of their own sh** is good for them.

  The world is my playground and I am going to take full advantage of it.

  Sarge can have his love ‘em and leave ‘em attitude because all is fair in my game of life.

  Prologue

  Sarge…

  It’s strange how life works out. I used to hate everything about motorcycle clubs. When I turned 18, all I wanted was to get my girl Callie, away from her dad’s club. Now, I don’t have my girl and I find myself the President of the Rebellions 4 Blood MC. Long story short, I have learned to roll with life. I lost my rose-colored glasses a long time ago, where I thought I could make plans for my life and stick to them. Like the t-shirt says, ‘shit happens’. I’m not the nice, happy-go-lucky kid I was. I’m a man that deals out justice my way when crossed or I think someone I care about is in danger. The Rebellions 4 Blood MC is first, last, and every-fucking-thing that matters in this world. My brothers are my family.

  We’re not the same club as when Diamondback was president, we are a brotherhood that is built on a foundation of trust, respect, and determination. You are either with us or against us. We moved our club and then moved it again, searching for the perfect place. We have found our home now and life is good except when trouble decides to come knocking. Anything worth having is worth fighting for to keep and the Rebellions 4Blood MC always meets a fight head on. We know there is another fight coming, there always is.

  Then there is my headache of a problem, a little Texas tornado that goes by the name of Micah. She’s a little over five feet tall, a mouthy little shit, with a body made for sin, and did I mention that she was almost my sister in-law? I told Micah all I wanted was sex, her response was ‘What the hell do you think I’m offering? Get over yourself and fuck me already’. She is all attitude and mouth, but her tits and ass make my mouth water. I have kicked her to the curb and walked away from her, but she keeps coming back. Who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth? She knows no woman has a permanent place in my life. I won’t go there again. I remind her loud and clear, but I miss the woman when she hasn’t been around in a while. She is also Diamondback’s daughter and I swore to a dying man that I would give Micah, along with her other two sisters, my protection, and I am a man of my word.

  Micah

  My mama always said I was a girl that thinks outside the box, just like her. I don’t shy away from a grueling day of work, speaking my mind, or enjoying my life while I am young. If I have an itch to scratch, then I will scratch until I am screaming someone’s name. Why act shy about it? Women have urges and needs too. I won’t be judged by hypocrites, and anyone that happens to matter, doesn’t care abo
ut my sexual life.

  I’m also like my Aunt Deb; I am a protector of our family. Mess with my family then you will meet the business end of my gun. Family always comes first. I think that’s why I have never been one of those young women that has planned my wedding since I was little girl. I have no desire to even have a steady man or that’s what I thought. Why do I need to have someone that thinks they can change me? I only require my little something, something on the side from time to time. I don’t need a child to validate me as a woman. Both my sisters, Maddie and Callie, have children and they want me to set down roots and have two-point-five rug rats. No thank you, ma’am. They can have their children and I can be the cool aunt that spoils them rotten and then goes home.

  Then Sarge sparks a fire in me and I think I may have miscalculated a few things. It could be the thought of forbidden fruit, or a forbidden man in this case. Sarge dated my older sister, Callie. Why should that make a difference? That woman is so up Devil’s ass and she keeps spitting those babies out. How many does she have now, five or six?

  I give Sarge hell at every turn. I try to be nice, but his big mouth pisses me the hell off. No man has ever lit a fire in me the way Sarge does, but I won’t let him use me up and throw me away when another woman catches his eye. He screws everything that wiggles. The only thing I have left to do is to fight fire with fire and hope we don’t both go up in smoke.

  1

  Sarge…

  I look around at the place that we are making our home. The Rebellion 4 Blood Motorcycle Club has been here less than six months and this place already has a home-feel to it. Diamondback had made staying in West Texas impossible. The clubhouse had become a battleground. When Diamondback lost his son, the man lost his hopes for the club and ran it into the ground with the help of his brothers. I had to kick some brothers to the curb, others went to ground for stealing from the club, and some decided to leave on their own. The move was the best option for the club to stay alive. With my two best friends by my side and the brothers that stayed in the club, we will make it strong again. Most of the old-timers left one way or another and we have recruited some new brothers.

  We are a single-chapter motorcycle club and we need to be able to defend ourselves and grow as a club. We have friendly clubs close to us with the BlackPath MC less than two hours away and we have markers from the Demented Revengers Motorcycle Club in both Tyler and Quitman. That’s all the backup we would need for the bloodiest of wars, so we are prepared.

  My two best friends are my right and left hands. Stealth is the vice president and Shield is my sergeant-at-arms. I couldn’t ask for two better brothers to have my back. We have stood by each other since we were young. Stealth is a hothead like me and Shield can be just as ruthless, but he does it with a level head. They are not only brothers to each other by our club, but also blood brothers—twins. We may argue in private but in front of people we have a united front that can’t be penetrated.

  The rest of our officers are brothers that are loyal to me without question. Our secretary Boots, has a thing for details, and he has one of those memories that is like a steel trap. Our treasurer Wedge, keeps all our numbers and he knows where every penny goes and worries as much about being over on our monthly income as he is about coming up short. He says the government would scrutinize both. Painter is our road captain and he is damn good at it. If there is anyone that knows anything more than he does about the highways of Texas, I haven’t met him. Painter served in the Marines but in a different unit than Stealth, Shield, and I and that is how we met him. He was their point man and scout. He can smell an ambush a mile away. The next man that is in the inner circle is our tech guy, Keys. He isn’t an officer but we couldn’t do our jobs without him. That is what he was known by in cyber world and that is what his name remained. We all thought he got his name from being a genius on the computer, which he is, but his grams let us know that Keys was shortened from Ivory Keys as in he can play a piano better that anyone I have heard. His kind of music isn’t my cup of tea, or much of any of the brothers, but I have learned that classical music can be soothing. We have a piano in the clubhouse now. It’s nothing elaborate but Keys enjoys playing it. These are my trusted confidants and each one brings a distinct set of skills to the table. Taking us on one on one is dangerous but fighting us together is deadly.

  The rest of the brothers stand at our sides. The old-timers that stayed are Drexler, Slayer and Ritter. Drexler is a standup brother that wants to live out his last years doing what he did most of his life. He’s seventy-three years old and still pulls his weight when he can. The club is the only family he has. Drexler has cancer and the doctors says best-case scenario he only has months left to live. His breakfast of beer and a cigarette don’t extend his days.

  Slayer and Ritter are in their fifties and are two lazy brothers. I know they were involved in stealing from the club, it’s a gut feeling, but we haven’t been able to connect them to it yet. Once a damn thief always a thief and we will catch them, then I will get my answers the hard way from the two of them.

  The remainder of the brothers range in age of nineteen to forty; Rico, our youngest at just nineteen, Tap, Mulch, Lenz, Pacer, Popped, Laser, Buster, Zeus, and Tig. Then we have six prospects: Bob, Pepper, Weston, Lyle, Fin, and Watson. The hang-arounds are plentiful. We have five club muffins, that is what we call the women that stay in the club and take care of us. They are Rainey, Deandra ‘Dee’, Breelyn ‘Bree’, Chanel, and Leland ‘Lee’; each one a little different but still the same. We like variety in our women with a lot of talents that we can all enjoy. Muffin is better than calling them bitches or whores, we don’t stand for disrespect in our house. They serve their purpose in the club just like everyone else. We only allow five at a time to live here. We make sure a background check is done on each of them plus a full medical examination. They get to live at the clubhouse with our full protection, and we feed them, cloth them, make sure they have medical attention, especially birth control, and if they want to go to college or some sort of schooling, we will help with that too. They in return know their responsibilities to the brothers. Their bodies are ready for any member twenty-four seven, and they clean up around the public areas in the club and cook meals. The meals don’t need to be anything elaborate just edible. If the brothers want their rooms cleaned or clothes done, then they work out a deal with one of the muffins. No one is forced to do anything against their will, but they know if they are uncooperative without reason then they are out. Each woman agrees to the implant for birth control and we will pay to have it removed if there are any side effects or they decide to leave. We know most of the muffins want a patch but if they get one then it will be because a brother wants it that way and not tricked into it. Lee and Dee have been with us through the moves. Now everyone stays happy with no doubts or trust issues. We also have women that are hang-arounds, but if they aren’t in a brother’s room by midnight, they are out the door. The only exception is a party night and they can stay the night in the main room but they are required to be there for clean-up the next morning. We don’t have a lot of rules, but no woman gets hurt on our watch, no matter who she is.

  Everything is done the official way by our laws and taken to the table for a vote, so all the brothers are in agreement.

  Everything is running smoothly, and we have taken in some security rides but nothing that comes back to our clubhouse. Our runs are either closer to Dallas or Texarkana. We have a business in mind that no one around here has wrapped their heads around yet. We are going to make our compound operate from solar panels. To the extent we want to go, it is rare in this part of the state to the extent we want to go and unheard of in Dike, Texas.