MC Sinners Boxed Set #1-7

~CHAPTER 1~ | SERENITY

~*CHAPTER 1*~

SERENITY

T he 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.

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