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  Knights' Sinner

  The MC Sinners Series, Volume 3

  by Bella Jewel

  Published by Bella Jewel, 2013.

  Table of Contents

  ~*KNIGHTS’ SINNER*~

  ~*ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS*~

  ~*LINKS*~

  ~*BOOKS IN THIS SERIES*~

  A LITTLE NOTE FROM MISS BELLA JEWEL

  ~*PROLOGUE*~ | SERENITY

  ~*CHAPTER 1*~ | SERENITY

  SERENITY

  SERENITY

  ~*CHAPTER 2*~ | JACKSON

  SERENITY

  ~*CHAPTER 3*~ | SERENITY

  JACKSON

  ~*CHAPTER 4*~ | SERENITY

  SERENITY

  ~*CHAPTER 5*~ | SERENITY

  ~*CHAPTER 6*~ | SERENITY

  SERENITY

  ~*CHAPTER 7*~ | SERENITY

  ~*CHAPTER 8*~ | JACKSON

  SERENITY

  JACKSON

  ~*CHAPTER 9*~ | SERENITY

  SERENITY

  ~*CHAPTER 10*~ | SERENITY

  JACKSON

  ~*CHAPTER 11*~ | SERENITY

  ~*CHAPTER 12*~ | SERENITY

  ~*CHAPTER 13*~ | JACKSON - 10 days later

  SERENITY

  SERENITY

  SERENITY

  ~*CHAPTER 14*~ | SERENITY

  ~*CHAPTER 15*~ | SERENITY

  SERENITY

  ~*CHAPTER 16*~ | JACKSON

  SERENITY

  JACKSON

  ~*CHAPTER 17*~ | SERENITY

  ~*CHAPTER 18*~ | SERENITY

  JACKSON

  ~*CHAPTER 19*~ | SERENITY

  JACKSON | DAY 3

  SERENITY

  JACKSON

  SERENITY

  JACKSON

  ~*CHAPTER 20*~ | SERENITY

  SERENITY

  ~*CHAPTER 21*~ | JACKSON

  SERENITY

  ~*CHAPTER 22*~ | SERENITY

  SERENITY

  SERENITY

  ~*CHAPTER 23*~ | SIX MONTHS LATER | SERENITY

  SERENITY

  ~*EPILOGUE*~ | ONE YEAR LATER

  ~*THE END*~

  ~*KNIGHTS’ SINNER*~

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  KNIGHTS’ SINNER

  Copyright © 2013 Bella Jewel

  KNIGHTS’ SINNER is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events portrayed in this book either are from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, establishments, events, or location is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Please do not take offence to the content, as it is FICTION.

  ~*ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS*~

  There are so many people I would like to thank, it’s quite possible I could take up two pages with it. The support I have received with writing these books, has been utterly mind blowing. I’ve had so many kind people offering to help, from blogs, to fans, to people I don’t even know. You’re all amazing, each and every one of you. Now, to the personal thanks.

  To Lola Stark – my snatch grabber. She’s my budgie eating, whale toe, crazy friend who kept me smiling throughout this book. Without her, and her hilarious voxer messages, I think I would have given up many times. You’re my crazy bitch until the end of time snatch grab, and you know it!

  To Sali Benbow-Powers – my crazy, enthusiastic reader. Your notes kept me going, you ripped a smile out of me every time, without a doubt. Your personality is like a breath of fresh air, as I’ve told you before. You’re the kind of girl people go to when they’re feeling down, because you’re bound to make them smile! You know you rocked my book, so you know, I’ll rock you back!

  To Lauren Mckellar, for editing this book for me. You took the time out, chatted with me the entire way, and were so damn sweet about it. You’re utterly amazing, and I feel so lucky to have snatched you up. No doubt there are many out there who would like to grab you and keep you. But they can’t, you’re mine, Muahahahaha!!

  To Ari from Coverit Designs. Girl, you rock my covers. Seriously, you’re the best cover artist ever. You just get an idea, and you make it amazing. Without you, this book wouldn’t look pretty, which means no one would buy it, so girl, you get half the damn credit!! I love your work!

  To Love Between The Sheets for an AMAZING cover reveal tour, blog tour and all the other tours you took the time out to help me with. You ladies got my name out there, you helped me grow and expand. I can’t wait to do a blog tour with you, your energy is addictive!

  To Wendy Bragg Yoder for reading my book, and going through and picking out all those tiny things we missed. You are amazing, and seriously you fix everything. I adore you. Thank you.

  And of course to all my fans – You know without all of you, this wouldn’t be possible. So to each and every one of you reading this right now, THANK YOU!! Keep doin’ what you do best, and that’s reading!!

  ~*LINKS*~

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  ~*BOOKS IN THIS SERIES*~

  MC SINNERS

  Hell’s Knights - Book One.

  Heaven’s Sinners - Book Two.

  Knights’ Sinner - Book Three.

  Bikers & Tinsel - Book 3.5 - A Novella - 23rd December 2013.

  A LITTLE NOTE FROM MISS BELLA JEWEL

  Hello my gorgeous fans!

  God, writing the MC Sinner’s series has been utterly amazing and mind blowing. The support I have received is out of this world. I can’t thank EACH and EVERY one of you enough for the respect, love and encouragement you’ve all shown me. As this series comes to a close, I feel my heart ache a little. I have loved writing about the MC guys, and it’s been an amazing experience. It’s very sad for me to have to let them go, but all good things must come to an end. I promise I’ve got many more sexy men where they came from.

  I really enjoyed writing Jackson’s story, mainly because the age difference between Jackson and Serenity is the same as my Husband and I, and yes, he happens to be a biker boy too. It was thrilling to jump into an older man’s head, and show a little of my husband through Jackson. I definitely used him as an example and found myself smiling at some of the one liners the two use, that are so like my own.

  Serenity and Jackson were hard to write, because there was so much emotion around the two. The story got incredibly difficult at times, and often I wanted to smack Serenity in the head (Yes, just because I created her, doesn’t mean I don’t want to beat her). I knew I had to play the story out exactly how my head had it, but writing it was frustrating, and time consuming, and incredibly painful. There were parts that hit close to home for me.

  I hope you enjoy the final story of these sexy guys, and I can’t wait to share the rest of my work with you all.

  P.S I know you would all like a book from Muff, but right now I just have too much on, but he will get a little Christmas Novella in his POV on December the 23rd.

  Love, kisses, slapped bottoms and winks,

  Bella Jewel xo

  ~*PROLOGUE*~

  SERENITY

  Blinding pain as a fist hits the side of my face, twisting my head and sending me into the nearest wall. I don�
��t cry out. I’ve learned not to. It only makes him angrier. Blood fills my mouth, and I force myself to spit it out before the next hit. There’s always a fourth and fifth hit, not just one or two. It never ends well. As my body slides down the wall, I wrap my arms around my legs and curl into a ball. A foot hits my side three times, before a hand curls in my hair and launches me off the ground into the opposite wall. My head slams so hard against it that I feel it split. More blood fills my mouth. I’m struggling to breathe through it. Gagging, I roll to my stomach, feeling my ribs screaming in pain. I take a shallow breath, and spit the blood onto the floor.

  “You dare fuckin’ argue with me?”

  His voice, a voice that’s meant to be gentle, isn’t. It’s hard, cold, and empty. He feels nothing. He’s just a cold-hearted killer.

  “I’m sorry,” I rasp, struggling to breathe through the pain.

  “You ever fuckin’ question me again, and I’ll put a fuckin’ bullet in your ugly, motherfuckin’ skull.”

  His words burn almost more than his attacks. I lift my head, blinking through the blood to see him standing in the doorway, panting with rage. He’s ugly now. I’m sure once he wasn’t, but now he is - old, fat, hair that’s wispy and grey. I hope that one day I don’t look like him. I hope I never turn out like him. And yet it seems inevitable, like it doesn’t matter what I do, I’ll only end up the same. He’s the only family I know. Isn’t it terrible when the only thing you know is pure violence and hatred, and yet you cling to it because you know without it, you will crash and burn?

  I stare at my father, and I know.

  Without him I am dead.

  So for now, I have to do as he asks.

  No matter the cost.

  ~*CHAPTER 1*~

  SERENITY

  The Hell’s Knights compound is quite large, nothing on my father’s, but definitely substantial. The moment I walked into it, and the dark haired girl rushed over to help me, I knew I wasn’t going to have a problem convincing them I was just some strange little girl who got herself into trouble. I know most MC clubs don’t just allow walks ins, and I know I won’t be allowed to stay here, but they’ve taken me in and that’s a good start.

  They will never know who I really belong to, or why I’m here. I’ve been given a direct order, and if I don’t follow it, the consequences are beyond anything I am willing to endure. I have to lie, cheat, and gather information from one of the biggest MC clubs in the state, so my father can seek his revenge.

  I am Hogan’s daughter. I can’t escape. No matter what I do.

  I’m about to gather information out of people who have, so far, been kind to me. They’ve taken me in, fed me, cleaned me up after the beating my father gave me, and offered me a place to stay. I was in shock for the first few hours, completely confused. How could people involved in an MC club, be this kind? It doesn’t make sense. They blew up my father’s club, they started a war, and yet they’re living so carelessly here, like nothing in the world matters. The atmosphere is completely different, it’s so chilled, and so very different to the world I live in. How can two things that are the same, be so incredibly different?

  “Serenity?”

  I hear my name being murmured, and turn to face the dark haired girl who helped me. Addison, I believe. She smiles warmly down at me, and hands me a cup of tea. I swallow the bile rising in my throat, and accept it. How can I be such an awful person? I know the world I’ve been raised in, I know how deadly my father is, but I hate myself all the same. I’m here, scamming these people, basically being a spy so my father can come in and kill them. Some of them have kids, families...and I know he’ll come in here and massacre anyone who is around. It won’t matter if they’re females, males, babies or kids. He’s that kind of evil. And so am I, because here I am.

  “Thank you,” I whisper, bringing the hot liquid to my lips and swallowing. It burns my throat, and I close my eyes, drowning out my wince.

  “Was it too hot? I’m sorry!” Addison cries.

  I shake my head, opening my eyes to meet her pretty green ones. “No, sorry, my throat is a little sore.”

  “Are you feeling better after those painkillers?”

  She looks concerned, and my stomach twists angrily. I want so badly to just get up and run, but there’s no place in this world where my father wouldn’t find me. He would do anything possible to draw me out. He would start killing those I loved most. I would never escape. This is my world, like it or not.

  “I’ve spoken to my dad; he said it’s ok if you stay with me for a few days, until we can figure something out.”

  “Thank you, I appreciate it,” I whisper, unable to look at her as I say the words.

  “It’s no problem, we’re going to get you all fixed up.”

  God help me.

  “Hey Addi, a word?”

  I lift my head to see the pretty blonde, Ciara, standing at the door. She gives me a suspicious look, but flashes a smile before turning to Addison.

  “I will be back in a moment,” Addison says, walking towards Ciara.

  They disappear out of the room, and I take the opportunity to stand and look around. I’m in some sort of office, so I quickly hurry towards the drawers and open them. I shuffle through quickly, but come up empty. Sighing, I shut the drawer and turn, just as the door opens and the handsome MC President comes storming in. He skids to a halt when he sees me standing stupidly next to his desk. His eyes narrow and he walks in further, slapping a wad of documents up and down over his open palm.

  “What’re you doin’ in here?”

  I can’t help my heart as it quickens. There’s something about this man that makes you want to cling to him. He looks so gentle, and he’s incredibly handsome. He’s older than me, I am guessing by at least ten years, but it doesn’t detract from his beauty. His dark hair is plaited in a long, thick braid that hangs down over his shoulders. There’s no grey in it, not that I can see anyway. His eyes are green, like emeralds. His arms are laced with beautiful tattoos that run up and down the entire length of both. His body is tall, thick and broad. I can see he’s powerful, but for the most part, I can see a certain level of gentle in his eyes.

  He was kind to me when I arrived, and it shocked me.

  No one has ever been that kind to me before.

  “I...Addison left me here so she could go and talk to Ciara.”

  He scans his eyes over me again, before nodding and walking over to the desk. I step out of the way, and watch as he drops the documents in the drawer and slams it shut. He lifts his green gaze to mine again, and I shiver. Dammit.

  “So, your father did that?” he says, pointing to my face.

  “Y-y-yes.”

  “Why?”

  “Because he got angry.”

  “Ain’t no reason to hit a girl, especially not your own daughter. Someone ought to fuckin’ gut him.”

  I tremble, and wrap my arms around myself to stop him from noticing. “Y-y-yeah,” I whisper.

  “Did Addison tell you that you can stay at my place for a few days?”

  “Yes, thank you,” I say, my voice small.

  I’m timid naturally, though I have a lot to say if someone pisses me off. Now, though, I feel like a small, stranded child. I have to keep it that way too, if someone gets suspicious...No, I can’t think about what he will do if that happens.

  His eyes soften, and he nods. “I’m never really there anyway, so don’t thank me. I don’t like seein’ girls hurt, especially not by their own family.”

  “Most wouldn’t dream of taking me in,” I whisper, meeting his gaze.

  He gives me a weak smile. “I ain’t most people, darlin’. Now go on, I gotta make a few calls. You can wait around in the hall, but you do need to leave my compound soon. Rules and such.”

  “I understand thank you, um...”

  “Jackson,” he murmurs, turning his eyes from mine.

  “Thank you, Jackson.”

  I turn and head towards the door, just as I reach it, he
says, “If he contacts you, I want you to tell me. No fucker gets away with beating his daughter, not on my watch. You tell me, yeah? I’ll make sure it never happens again.”

  I don’t look at him, but I nod. I step outside, and my entire body begins to shake.

  God, if only he knew.

  ~*~*~*~

  SERENITY

  “Sorry it smells so bad, Jackson is a pig when he wants to be. I’m almost sure the man doesn’t know how to do his own dishes, and don’t get me started on the laundry,” Addison says later that night, as she pulls some sheets off a spare bed.

  We came back to Jackson’s house after a few hours at the compound. The house is old, and crappy, but inside it’s warm. It has a good feeling. Like there is a lot of love flowing around. It’s not dark. Addi showed me around quickly, before letting me choose a room. Now we’re tidying it up to make it more...livable.

  “It’s ok, I’m grateful,” I say, handing her the pair of clean sheets.

  She flashes me a smile, before throwing the sheets onto the bed. We both tuck the corners in, before straightening out the blanket over top.

  “It’s safe here, and Jackson is usually home by midnight, so he’s here too.”

  “He said he’s barely home,” I say.

  She shrugs. “He’s not, but he always makes sure to come home for the night. He likes to make sure I’m safe.”

  I nod. “Thank you, for this...”

  She gives me a gentle expression. “I’ve been in your shoes; I know how it feels to be trapped. I’m glad you have somewhere safe to stay while you figure it all out.”

  God, why do they have to be so nice? I wrap my arms around my stomach again and nod, forcing a smile.

  She gives me a gentle smile, before reaching down to grip her phone and keys. “I’m going to whip down to the store to get something for supper. Anything you don’t eat?”