DEKE (An Alpha Male Motorcycle Club Romance)Book 1

Deke

Deke awakens with a start, drenched in sweat.

Always the same fucking nightmare.

Ella running from the faceless man, then Ella turns into Jenna, screaming for him to save her.He has never known a day in all his twenty six years when he had a full night's sleep.The suffocating sensation continues despite the fact that he is now completely awake.

Two women lie on either side of him, their naked bodies entwined with his, restricting his space. He throws their arms and legs off as he sits up in bed. They were both sizzling hot last night, but now as their mascara runs around their eyes and their lipstick smudges their cheeks, they look like drunken clowns. He snorts in disgust. What the fuck is he doing with these whores. They'd like to be referred to as groupies, but it all comes down to fucking and as far as he's concerned, they are no better than common putas.

He shoves them hard, one woman falls to the floor. For just one small moment, he feels bad about that. But then the feeling is gone.

"Get the fuck out of here." His tone is low and menacing.

The women are disoriented, but when they see his face, albeit through bleary eyes, they scramble towards the door, picking up bits of clothing as they run out of the room naked. He doesn't care where they go as long as they get out of the club.

The sex was fucking amazing, having them take turns sucking his cock the whole night was worth the hours he gave them. But after that, they were meant to fuck off. Why the fuck do the whores always want to cuddle afterwards. Surely by now his fiery reputation is enough to keep them in line. But the women are always trying their luck, there is no bigger trophy, no higher notch than the president of the motorcycle club. As if he would ever give some woman that bragging right.

There is a thunderous knocking at the door jerking him out of his thoughts. No one would dare disturb him unless it was an emergency.

Deke grabs his jeans and slips them on quickly. He pulls the door open to reveal six foot five Brody "Bruiser" Tremell, his best friend and Vice President.

For a usually expressionless man, the emotion on Bruiser's face is all wrong, and this sets off alarm bells in Deke's brain.

"What?"

" Its Billy O'Reilly, Deke. He's a fucking mess, threatening to kill himself, threatening to burn down the town.."

Billy, the calmest old man he knows, what the fuck?

"Cut the fuck to it."

" Its his little girl Deke, she was raped last night."