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  Revelators MC:

  Highway to Hell

  Britt Collins

  Copyright © 2016 Britt Collins

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  Britt Collins/Britt Publishing

  Copyright © 2016 by Lisa C Wells under the pen name of Britt Collins

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  Table of Contents

  Club Lingo

  Revelators

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Sneak Peak

  Dedication

  To My Family

  Thank you for loving me for who I am.

  "But behold, the hand of the one betraying Me is with Mine on the table.

  Luke 22:21

  WARNING

  I write DARK ROMANCE. This means that I focus on making my characters realistic and flawed. I love characters that thrive on the dark side of the soul.

  If you want a classic love story, my novels are not for you. If you want a happily ever after, my novels are not for you.

  If blood, sex, violence and death bother you then, my novels are ESPECIALLY NOT FOR YOU.

  Club Lingo

  18: Another way to refer to Revelators

  18 Supporter: is what loyal supporters of the club are allowed to wear.

  Church: Meeting usually involving the officers of the club.

  Cut: Often refers to the vest that a member of a motorcycle club wears.

  G.F.R.D: God Forgives, Revelators Don’t

  Hang around: A person who ‘hangs around’ a motorcycle club. He is not a member neither has he obtained Prospect status.

  Nomad: A club member who does not belong to a charter.

  Old Lady or Ol’lady: Wife or girlfriend.

  One percent, one percenter or 1%: Refers to an outlaw motorcycle club or rider.

  Prospect: He rides with the club during a probationary period to try and obtain full membership.

  R.F.F.R: Revelators Forever, Forever Revelators

  Road name: The name a biker goes by in the motorcycle club.

  Soldiers: Active club members

  The back patch: ‘Cut’ into a traditional three-piece patch (top rocker, bottom rocker and center patch.)

  Revelators MC Officers

  Roland- Club President

  Pontius- Club Vice President

  Clutch-Secretary

  Vulture- Sergeant at Arms

  Mud Dawg- Road Captain

  Tallahassee-Road Captain

  Yoke-Treasurer

  Einstein- Treasurer/Tech

  Soldiers

  Animal

  Goat

  Double-Dip

  Bone saw

  Priest

  Scrap Iron

  Boost-Nomad

  Tommy

  Vic

  Tobias

  Prospects

  Utah

  Liam

  Eric Hardy grew up the brotherhood of violence. The Revelators Motorcycle club will fight to protect one another. There is no stronger bonds than that of the ones he calls family.

  The club has been betrayed and now he’ll do what he has to do to get revenge.

  Chapter One

  Chanel sits down at the front desk of Motions Physical Therapy Center. She gawks at Eric Hardy aka Mud Dawg through the glass window of the workout room. Her friends told her that she's reading too many damn biker books. Which she will admit, she's become addicted to reading. Either way, this man is her ultimate fantasy.

  When he first came to physical therapy, her heart immediately went out to him. He could walk, but he still had to use a wheelchair for long distances. He was in so much pain. Back then the simplest task would zap all the strength out of him. When she got the chance she’d always speak with him; giving him words of encouragement.

  One of five different women usually drove him to his appointments. She’s more than positive that he had sex with them. She could tell by the longing looks that some of them have in their eyes. At first she thought he must be a ploy dominant, once again novels have her imagination running wild. She found out that the women are property of Revelators Motorcycle club; which he belongs to.

  Only once did a woman not bring him to physical therapy. It was several months into his recovery and he rode his motorcycle to his session. The physical therapist ordered him off his bike, but Chanel knew for a fact that he did not follow that order. A week later she saw him riding his motorcycle when she was out shopping.

  She likes to read a lot of interracial biker novels. Also plenty of books with big beautiful women. Yet she has no clue if Mud Dawg finds her attractive. He flirts with all the women at Motions. They talk while she schedules his next appointment. Those moments with him only increased her obsession with him.

  A heavy sigh escapes from her lips. Her current fantasy had him roughly violating her in a bathroom. A wide grin appeared on her face. He must have felt her eyes on him because he looks up while on the treadmill and stares straight at her. He smiles back and winks at her. She giggles as she turns and focuses on her computer screen. That must have been the gazillions ' time he'd caught her gawking at him like a peeping tom.

  Her heart always flutters when she glances out of the window and sees his Forrest green Ford pickup truck driving into the parking lot. She becomes wet.

  Who could blame her? He’s a tall, muscular, tattooed brooding, hot piece of alpha male. She’d give anything to run her fingers through his long dark hair; which is starting to speckle with bits of gray. She would give anything to feel his goatee roughly scrape across her skin. The jagged scar ran down the left side of his face; makes him appear even more dangerous and appealing.

  His tattoos from what she could see are biker related. Skulls, flames and or course he has the Harley Davidson logo. She loves the one percent tattoo on top of his left hand. The number eighteen that is on his right hand, it represents the Revelators. That she learned from the man himself. If only she could be lucky enough to examine his body up close and in person to see each tattoo for herself. She’d lick them, kiss them, and make him moan and call out her name with a passion. She chuckles as she got back to work.

  She'd finished with a phone call then she cast her eyes upon him again. Mud Dawg is focusing his attention on doing his stretches. His time today is almost over. Soon he'd walk out the door for his last session of the week.

  In the five years she'd worked here, she saw many people come and go. Some did well in physical therapy some did not. You can also see that he also works out at home. He seems desperate to get back to his old self. She'd learned that he'd almost died when he had his motorcycle accident. He flew through the air seventy-five feet befo
re landing on the hard on the pavement. She learned this from their brief conversations.

  Mud Dawg injuries were severe. He'd suffered a head injury, a ruptured spleen, broken ribs and a bruised liver. His right shoulder, wrist was also broken. Not to mention his fractured hip and two broken ankles. He told her that he was lucky that he didn't break his back, but he does have several ruptured discs.

  She’d be more than willing to massage his aches and pains away. His cool down period ends. She watches him out of the corner of her eyes as he exits from the workout area. Her heart began to pound when he strolls toward the checkout desk with his bad boy strut. He walks like a large jungle predator that has an old wound, which makes him even more dangerous.

  Damn, she’d like to climb that man. She’s a tall woman five feet eight, but he’s huge, at least six feet four of muscle bound realness. She’s what most people would call a BBW. She loves her curves and so do most men.

  He sauntered towards her. She could feel his eyes roaming all over her body and her temperature rose. He stops at her desk and she looks up into his and sexy brown eyes. She is completely mesmerized by him. Her breath caught in her throat as she took in his scent of leather and sexy man sweat.

  “Hey Sweetheart,’” he said with a sexy grin.

  His sexy deep voice sends a shiver through her body. “Hello,” she smiles back at him. “How did it go today?”

  “Fine, but it’s always good when I can look out and see a beautiful woman.”

  Her cheeks begin to feel warm. If only she could believe his seductive banter, but Mud Dawg is a seducer without trying. All the women at Motions crawled out of the woodwork when he arrives for his appointments. In fact, two women from the billing department found their way to the lobby as they spoke. One of them approached Mud Dawg, a petite blond, named Rachael. She wants to ride that dick almost as much as Chanel does.

  He turns to speak to what Chanel considers the blonde whore from hell. The flirting between the two of them became embarrassing for everyone watching.

  Chanel turned away from the spectacle. It bothers her way more than it should. It’s those books. There’s always some skinny ass bitches that comes along and makes the relationship complicated. Not that she’s in a relationship with Mud Dawg except for in her imagination.

  To her relief the phone on her desk rang. She tuned out the conversation and the flirty gestures. When she finished he was back to focusing his simulated attention on her.

  “Jerry” he points over his left shoulder to the physical therapist. “He said you could see if you could squeeze me in for an extra session on his schedule next week. If I come an additional day, then I’ll finally be complete with therapy. I won’t have to come back on the following week. I’ll be free.” A wide grin covers his handsome face.

  “Oh yeah, um, let me check.” It was going to be over sooner than expected. She felt a wave of sadness as she looks over the schedule. She should be ashamed of herself for being so selfish. She is happy that he’s back in good health. Yet she’s going to miss seeing him every week. It was something to look forward during a long work day. “He has an open spot next Friday at five.”

  “Next Friday is the Pool Tournament at Kickers. You said you’d be there this time.” The red haired woman that had driven him today spoke as she got up from her seat. She walked up close to him. “You need to rest after you’ve had physical therapy.” She caressed his back.

  Chanel had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. This biker chick drove him to therapy more than the others. Her name is Samantha and it’s easy to see that she wanted to stick her claws deep into him. He could do a lot better than this bitch. She has no ass Chanel chuckles to herself. Mud Dawg didn’t seem to be that into her.

  He shot a look at Samantha then he looks back at Chanel with less intensity in his eyes. “Friday is good for me. The tournament won’t start till seven anyway. I can be late.”

  “Alright, would you like for me to write it down on a card for you?” Chanel remains professional in spite of her racing pulse and green eyed envy.

  “Yeah, that’ll be great, sweetheart.”

  He flashes his drop your panties smile and in her mind she did. She glowed as she wrote down the date and time for him. Whomever has his heart was a lucky woman she thought. She better appreciates what she has. Real men like him are rare these days.

  He reached for the card and his rough fingertips touch her hand and lingers there for a moment.

  “Thanks beautiful, you have a good day,” he said with a wink as he turns away from her desk and heads out the door.

  He touched her. Oh yeah tonight she’s masturbating as soon as she gets home. She watched him walk out to his truck. He has a slight limp, but it’s only noticeable when he’s tired. He’d put in a long workout today. When he sat down in the truck she saw him say something to Samantha. She starts to laugh and at that moment Chanel wanted to punch her in the face.

  ***

  Mud Dawg sat down on the blue and green plaid couch with a low groan. The main room of the clubhouse is empty of people. No doubt his club brothers were breaking in another barely legal looking for a place to crash.

  Biker club houses are pussy magnets. No string attached sex unless you want it. Which he loved at one point. That was until his accident and as he lay in the hospital bed. He realized how much is missing from his life. Sure the club sent the True Believers to visit him but it wasn’t the same. They were there because they’d felt obligated to the club.

  Some of them did like him, but they weren't in love with him. They love what he represented. Maybe it was him. He’s not an easy man to deal with. He doesn’t trust most of the women that hang around the club. They tend to go from man to man and he’s too selfish for that. He wants someone real and all to himself, he wants Chanel.

  He hated to admit it at his age, but he’d started crushing on the Motions employee the moment he laid eyes on her. However, his injuries fucked him up mentally. The accident stopped him from his usual take charge attitude. He’s only recently began to feel like himself again.

  There’s something about that woman that made him feel good when he talked to her. The look in her eyes, the sound of her voice. After his last day in therapy he’s going to take a chance and ask her out to lunch or something. She’s a civilian, it won’t be easy. She’s at least attracted to him, that much he already knew.

  He’d caught her time and time again, watching him. He could tell from their conversations that she did feel something for him. Then again, it might be wishful thinking on his part. She is everything he wants in an Ol'Lady. He just didn't know if she could handle the baggage that comes with him. Being an Ol'Lady meant not only do you get the man, you get the club and all that it implies.

  Samantha ambles over to him. “You look tense, let me help you,” she said as she climbs up onto the couch. Her knees press up against his side as she began massaging his shoulders.

  He moved her hands. They’d hooked more than they should have and she was getting the wrong idea. He knows what she wants, an instant daddy for her three kids. Her last husband was a mechanic at the auto body shop the club owns. He packed up and left her the same day he caught her having sex with two members of the Revelators.

  “Isn’t there anything I can do for you?” She asked as she lit a cigarette. She offered him one, but he shook his head no. She stuck out her bottom lip in a sexy pout. “Mud Dawg, let me take care of you.” She leans forward and gave him a kiss on the lips.

  “I’m good.” He snaps in response as he broke from her mouth. He laid his head back on the sofa and closed his eyes. He wished it was Chanel saying to him ‘let me take care of you.’

  “There has to be something I can do to help?” Samantha asked again. She ran her hands up his thighs. Then she let her fingers glide across his zipper.

  Mud Dawg didn’t even open his eyes as he spoke, “I need a drink.”

  Samantha got up and ran over to the bar. “Would you like beer or
whiskey?” She calls over to him.

  “Whiskey and bring the bottle.” Mud Dawg changed positions and stretches his long legs out on the sofa. His dirty black boots hung over the edge as his back leans up against the arm of the couch.

  She pours the Jack Daniels into a glass, she then took the bottle and heads over to Mud Dawg. She set the bottle down on the table as she looks him up and down. “Here you go!” She could tell that he’s getting into a dark mood. It’s going to take every trick in the book to get him interested tonight. He always gets like this after he’s been to physical therapy. It’s that damn fat bitch that works the front desk at Motions. The way he looks at that woman, never does he look at any other woman like that. He gazes at a woman like she’s the best thing since air.

  Every time he’s near that woman at Motions a spark comes into his eyes and he’s happy. He blissful as when he’s talking to that front desk whore. Samantha forced down her anger. She needs to stick to her plan. She’s here with him and that woman isn’t.

  He opens his weary eyes as he grabs the glass. A lot is on his mind and he did need a distraction. He could use her to have a little fun. “Take your clothes off!”

  A smile appears on her face. She teasingly plays with the top of her panties. He gave her a dark glance. This made her unfasten her bra and slid her panties down.

  “Crawl,” he commands. He motions with his fingers for her to drop down onto all fours.

  The pain from his physical therapy session had him on edge and it is teetering on anger. Not including all the shit that’s going to go down tonight has his brain buzzing. To top it off, he’s nowhere near getting a hard on. He crooks his finger and motions for Samantha to crawl over to him. He’s up front and honest with them all the club whores. Just because he sticks his dick in them doesn’t mean they get to ride on the back of his bike.

  There is a huge difference between club pussy and someone who’s Ol’lady material. Samantha wasn’t Ol’lady material. She isn’t loyal. She proved that by fucking around with the Revelators when she had taken vows with another man. She’s only looking for someone that will provide for her and her children. She believes that it’s alright for her to go spreads her legs for everyone else. A woman like that you don’t make your Ol’lady.