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  IMMORAL RETRIBUTION

  By Emery LeeAnn

  ©2019

  All rights reserved.

  IMMORAL RETRIBUTION

  Copyright 2019© Emery LeeAnn

  Published by Emery LeeAnn

  Cover by J.M. Walker and Just.Write.Creations

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real except where noted and authorized. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction. The product names featured are assumed to be the property of their respective owners and are used only for reference. There is no implied endorsement if any of these terms are used.

  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  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

  Prologue

  Author's Note

  Other work by Emery LeeAnn

  Bio

  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to Shanna. Shanna I love you dearly and I hope I did you proud here. You are an amazing soul and will always have a place in my heart.

  Chapter 1

  Shanna let out a string of curse words as Matt yanked her down under the counter for shelter. The shattering of the windows from the shop was still reverberating in her ears from the explosion. Her instincts told her to grab a gun and run after the assholes who blew part of her building up, but thankfully her employee had the better sense to get her to safety.

  “Fucking bastards know this is a war free zone. Heads are going to roll.”

  Grumbling, she shook herself loose from the mammoth who was trying to hold onto her. Taking her phone out, she sent a mass text to her silent partners. This would be the first time she had needed to involve them in anything, and it fucking pissed her off. Satisfied from the silence, assuming there were no more bombs, she peeked over the counter.

  The merchandise part of the custom Harley shop now had a huge gaping hole. Her first thought was, I just hung all that shit up. Shaking herself out of her reverie, she realized that didn’t mean dick right now. She reached a hand out to Matt to help him up from his crouched position.

  “Holy shit, boss.”

  “Yeah,” Shanna grunted, “My thoughts exactly.”

  She heard bikes in the distance and knew the calvary was on its way. Nodding her head at him to give him the go ahead to search quickly outside before the cops showed up at the scene, she walked over to the rubble that was her shop.

  Seconds later, he walked back in with a grim look but didn’t have time to say anything because of the sirens that drowned out every other sound. She steeled herself for the onslaught that was coming. Sighing heavily, she walked out to meet everyone.

  Her shop was directly in the middle of four rival MC's: to the left she had Los Bria, to the right were the Templar Saints. A few blocks to the front were the Bastards of Asphalt MC and some streets to the back of her shop, were the Dragons. She had strategically bought the property for its location, gathering the Presidents of all four clubs to become partners with her to keep the shop war free, and a safe place for everyone to come to get their bikes worked on.

  She owned 60% of the Harley custom shop while each club owned a respective 10% a piece. It was a win-win for everyone, as it gave the clubs a legitimate source of income.

  With her fists balled at her side, she started answering the interrogation by the detective that came out to assess the bombing. Everyone had to stay out of the building while the bomb squad checked over to ensure there was no longer a threat.

  Shanna thought she was going to vomit all over this man's shoes. The adrenaline was leaving her body and despair was starting to crash down on her. Shanna’s mind was racing a million thoughts per second, but the prominent one was that someone had the balls to bomb her baby. She built this shop from the ground up, literally. She stood right there alongside with the men laying the bricks as her dream was built up into the shop she always envisioned. She was no princess, but Shanna’s Rides was her fairytale castle and some fucking asshole tried to blow it to pieces, and her right along with it.

  The investigator looked nervous at all the leather clad men walking his way. She grimaced at his expression of disgust. That was all she needed; someone who was prejudiced against bikers.

  “Calm down Smokey,” she muttered to him, “they all own a piece of this shop.”

  She walked away from him as he used his walkie talkie to call for backup. For the first time in over a decade, she walked straight into her dad's arms and let him take over.

  Chapter 2

  True rolled over to grab his phone. Trying very unsuccessfully to not wake Chase up, he looked at the screen, wiping his eyes and reading it twice. A bomb? What the hell? Shanna in trouble?

  Chase tried to grab his naked form as True climbed over him, but he didn't have time to play.

  “Sorry babe. There is an emergency.” He pecked him on the cheek and told him he would see him as soon as he could. He heard Chase mutter his disappointment. He would make it up to him, but for now, duty called.

  Shanna was the only thing on his mind. The bike shop was bombed, and she lived there, so it made sense she might have been injured. He needed to get dressed and get his ass over there to check up on her.

  Chase, of course, picked up on his distress.

  “What is going on? You seem more worried than normal.”

  “It was the bike shop.” True shrugged.

  Chase’s eyes grew big. That was a no trouble zone. It was an unwritten rule, but everyone knew it. “Who would be that stupid to do that? It would cause four clubs to come down on you.”

  True was trying to be patient with him and answer his questions but his patience was wearing thin. “That’s what we are trying to figure out babe.” He bent over, kissing him possessively, and walked out the door just in time to meet Devon in the hallway.

  “Let’s go.” Devon was pissed, and rightfully so. He invested almost ninety percent of the money in the bike shop so Shanna could change it from regular bikes to custom bikes. She was a shrewd business woman and he was happy to do business with her. The fact that someone was fucking with her, well that pissed him off at a personal level.

  Mounting their bikes, Devon, True, Hauser, Clarke, and Pup went to meet everyone already at the bomb site.

  Chapter 3

  Pull
ing up to the shop, it was utter chaos. There were almost as many cop cars as there were motorcycles. It seemed that the cops were scared of the bikers, so they called in reinforcements.

  Devon walked up to an argument ensuing. Shanna’s father was the president of the Bastards of Asphalt MC and was nose to nose with a cocky looking detective. The other presidents from Los Bria and Templar Saints were staying back but close enough if a fight started with the police.

  Devon walked right up to the two nose to nose. “We don’t have time to compare dicks, we need to find out who tried to blow up your daughter.” He pulled Cutter back towards the other clubs so they could regroup. The cop, still trying to look cocky, gave himself away when he let out a huge sigh of relief.

  Rael, Chase’s father and President of the Los Bria, had plenty of opinions but of course he aimed them all at the Dragons. Devon looked at him, “Why would I blow up a shop I am so invested in? Besides, we like to burn things. You should know about that.” Devon smirked as he stomped away.

  True started to go into the standing part of the shop when he heard someone yell. He turned around to see a cop coming towards him. “You can’t go in there right now. It’s a crime scene.”

  True started to turn around until he saw Shanna inside of her shop. He walked toward her, hearing the man protesting but knowing that was all he would do, all he could do was suggest. They didn’t want to start a war with all the clubs.

  Shanna saw him and ran into his arms. She whispered in his ear, “Matt found an ace of spades playing card wedged in the back-door handle.” He nodded. That was the calling card of a new club that came into town, Demon Aces.

  “How are you?” True asked, still holding her in his arms.

  “Better now that you have me.” She murmured. “Don’t let go.”

  “I won’t princess,” he said. Then, he met her lips and kissed her. They had been an item for a time. Well, as much of an item as either one of them would allow. Neither one of them would commit, but their feelings for each other ran deep and strong.

  True looked out the glass door in time to see Rael snap a picture of him and Shanna on his cell phone. No doubt he was sending it to Chase. Sighing, he knew he was going to have some damage at home to repair.

  About an hour later, Cutter and Devon walked into the shop where True, Matt, and Shanna were.

  “We are all meeting at The Dragon’s Club House to discuss this. Pack your stuff Shanna, you can stay with us.” Cutter said to his daughter.

  Looking around her shop, she shook her head in disgust, and walked up to her apartment above the store to grab her things.

  Devon pulled True aside. “Until this is settled, I called a truce with Rael. This takes precedence. However, he will be respectful at the clubhouse or he will be escorted out. I made this clear with him.”

  True sighed. Chase was already going to be upset when he found out about Shanna, and now to top it off, he was going to have to deal with his bigoted father.

  When Shanna returned with a bag full of her things, she grabbed True's hand and they all walked out the door to join the rest of the bikers who were gathered waiting to go to the Dragon’s house.

  Kissing her goodbye, as they were getting on their own bikes, True heard Rael ask Shanna, “How does my son’s cock taste?”

  She put her hand on True's chest as he stiffened up to hold him back, licked her lips, and said, “Delicious. Why? Are you jealous he never gave you a taste?”

  Rael sneered and climbed on his motorcycle revving the engine. Glaring at True, he peeled out of the parking lot.

  “I can see this is going to go well.” Devon shook his head mounting his own chopper.

  Chapter 4

  As he expected, Chase was waiting on him. Chase was aware True was bisexual, and he was aware that Shanna and True were together at one time. Well, if you could call it together.

  Shanna had always let it be known, she would never be an old lady. She would do what she wanted, when she wanted, to who she wanted. No one fucked with her because of who her father was. He was one of the most ruthless presidents around and his reputation preceded him.

  Shanna was one of the few that True opened up to, and vice versa. They had known each other since they were children. It was her shop that everyone used to get their bikes repaired or to buy their first bike from.

  True knew the chemistry between the two was undeniable. He wasn’t sure how Chase was going to react being around the both of them together. He was head over heels in love with Chase, that wouldn’t change. Chase saved him from himself.

  Shanna and True were together during a volatile time in his life. He was having flashbacks of his childhood, she was rebelling against her father. They were as physical as they could be. It was a nonstop fuckfest. She was a beauty and he was insatiable. She had curves in all the right places, he could get lost in her body for days and sometimes he did.

  When they finally came up for air, they realized they were always going to be close, and they were, for the last fifteen years since. They shared secrets, joys, losses, pains and honesty with each other, but they knew they could never be happy as a couple. Shanna could never be held down, and True had realized he needed something else, something more. At that point he didn’t know that something was Chase, but he knew it now.

  Climbing off his bike, he walked in through the garage so he could see Chase before he met up with the others in Church. The meeting room was big enough to hold everyone, but True needed some alone time with his lover.

  Chase met him at the door of their room. The look on his face, the sadness, tore True's heart in two. Chase held his phone up to show him the picture of he and Shanna holding each other and kissing that Rael must’ve sent to his phone.

  “Babe", True began, “Come here.”

  Pulling Chase into his broad chest, True held him tight so he would know he was still his.

  “Do you want me to leave?” Chase whispered.

  “No baby.” True sighed. Fucking Rael. He knew this shit would happen. He knew Chase was self conscious. Taking Chase by the chin and looking him in the eyes, “You are mine. That will never change. She and I are friends. She needed me today. She needs us all. Do you think you can pull yourself together to come meet her?”

  Chase looked stricken. “She is here?”

  True was trying to be calm but he needed to get downstairs. “All the presidents are here babe. It was her shop that was bombed. We need to discuss strategy. I would like you down there with me.”

  Chase looked up at him. “Really?”

  True kissed him and said, “Really babe. Come on, we need to go.” Taking him by the hand, he pulled him out the door.

  Chapter 5

  The air was tense in the meeting room. Jezzy, the club’s house mom, for lack of a better name, was getting drinks for everyone. She was a beauty that far surpassed her true age. She raised Devon even though she wasn’t his biological mother. In his mind, she was his mom. She ran the clubhouse with an iron fist, and ran it well.

  Pup, Jezzy's lover and newly patched in member, was trying unsuccessfully to get everyone settled. There was too much alpha testosterone to get everyone on the same page.

  “Settle the fuck down.” A booming voice from the darkness came out. Hauser's broad shoulders walked out with a menacing air about him. That’s why he was the Sargent-at-Arms of the Dragons MC, he ensured all bylaws were respected by everyone. Some of the members of the other clubs looked wary but they calmed down.

  Devon smiled at Shanna and nodded for her to start. She began with the events of what happened. She also told them what Matt, her employee found. An Ace of Spades playing card. All at once everyone started talking. Shanna looked at True, she was exhausted. He opened his arms up and felt Chase stiffen beside him as she threw herself into his chest.

  “Ok, ok, calm down everyone.” Devon roared to get control again. “We can’t storm them until we know for sure it was them.”

  “Aw bullshit. You turning i
nto a pussy too now that your VP is a cocksucker?” Rael hissed.

  Devon turned his head as the rest of the room went deadly silent. “Would you like to step outside and see how much of a pussy I am?”

  “Fuck this stupid shit. I will avenge your daughter if no one else will step up.” Rael directed to Cutter.

  Cutter laughed and winked at him saying, “Rael, sit your dumb ass down. I believe my daughter could kick your ass. I agree with Devon on this. If, and only if, we find out The Demon Aces are behind this, then we will attack.” He finished off the whiskey in his glass and nodded to Jezzy to get a refill. Brick, the Pres of the Templar Saints nodded in agreement. He wasn’t a man of many words.

  Pissed off, Rael gathered his men up, spit on the floor, and stormed out. Clarke and Hauser started going after him for the disrespect, but Devon shook his head. “We have more important things to discuss right now than play into his temper tantrum.” Then he looked at Chase. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

  Chase was looking uncomfortable but True wasn’t sure if it was because of his father or Shanna. Shanna looked at him and reached over pulling him into her embrace with True. Chase looked shocked at first and then relaxed into the hug.

  “Do you all need alone time?” Cutter asked, raising his eyebrows while some of the guys snickered in the background.

  True laughed, “Later. Let’s finish the meeting first.”

  The agreement seemed to be, one person from each club, except Rael's, would watch the bike shop in twelve-hour shifts. The crow eaters from each club could provide food to them. The bathroom in the shop was still functioning.

  Devon and Cutter would approach the club’s president and ask. If they had blown the shop up, there would be a reason, presumably, which would be addressed. Enforcers would be close by in case The Demon Aces were hostile and tried something stupid with the two presidents from the other clubs. Hopefully they weren’t that foolish to sign their own death warrants, but if they had indeed blown the shop up, then they had already sealed their fate.