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  Contents

  Title Page

  Rights

  Dedication

  Prologue

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Twenty

  Twenty-one

  Twenty-two

  Twenty-three

  Twenty-four

  Twenty-five

  Epilogue

  Don't forget!

  Also By Jessica Gadziala:

  Acknowledgments

  About the author:

  Stalk Her

  “Cash”

  A Henchmen MC Novel

  Jessica Gadziala

  Copyright © 2016 by Jessica Gadziala

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof

  may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever

  without the express written permission of the author except for brief quotations used in a book review.

  "This book is a work of fiction. the names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.”

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  Dedication:

  To my GoodReads ladies who kept (and keep!) me motivated:

  Dusti, Tanya, Olga, Whit,

  Michelle, Sivy, Lelyana, Tink, Nadre, MJ, Lilly,

  Dianne, Sabrina (x3, the three of you)

  Prologue

  Summer

  Reign had church at the compound like he did every Friday. He had left ten minutes before, dropping a nine millimeter on the kitchen counter beside me and kissing down the side of my neck.

  “Give me an hour then you get your ass in the truck and drive to the compound,” he said, squeezing my ass before he moved away.

  I listened to his bike rumble off as I looked down at the gun. Reign wasn't exactly a romantic and I never expected that to change. But he showed me he loved me in his own ways - like when he left me alone but always made sure he left me with a gun. It was his version of flowers and candy. Protection. Safety. They were some of the things I came to appreciate most about being with him. I may not be some withering flower, but it always gave me the warm and tinglies to know that he prized me enough to want to make sure I was always safe.

  The abrupt tap tap tap on the sliding glass door in the dining room had my heart flying into my throat and my hand automatically grabbing for the gun, pulling off the safety, and aiming it into the darkness.

  I moved slowly out of the kitchen, reaching my free hand into my back pocket for my phone and hitting Reign's number.

  Whoever was at the door was in all black, making them all but invisible in the darkness. But then a white hand slid out of the sleeve and reached upward, pulling the hood off their head.

  Janie. From Hailstorm, the survivalist camp on the hill. I had met her a little over a year before when she and her leader, Lo, helped Reign, Cash, and Wolf save me from the skin trading psycho called “V” who had kidnapped and tortured me for months to try to get my father to agree to some kind of deal involving using my father's shipping containers. V had been under my father the cocaine kingpin's care (read: imprisonment) since then. My dad and I had managed to make amends despite him lying to me my whole life about being a normal, upstanding businessman. Hell, who was I to judge? I fell in love with a gun running biker who had proved quite adept at taking lives.

  But ever since that night, I had never even caught sight of anyone from Hailstorm. Not even Lo. From what I could tell, Reign and the others hadn't heard from them either.

  Janie being at the backdoor... I had no idea if that was good or bad.

  “Babe... the fuck could you need to talk to me about already? I just left...” Reign's voice found my ear.

  Janie's eyes found mine and she said something while watching me, most of which I couldn't make out. But I caught one word. Help.

  Then she pointed to the phone by my ear then brought her finger to her lips in a shushing motion.

  Shit.

  I didn't do that. I didn't keep things from Reign. That wasn't how our relationship worked. But there was a woman who once helped save me at my back door asking for help and asking me to keep it quiet.

  “Summer,” Reign's voice cut in, sounding concerned.

  “Oh, oops,” I said into the phone, trying to sound flustered. “Sorry. I didn't mean to call you.”

  There was a short pause. “You sure? Everything alright?”

  “Yep fine. Just trying to crack the code to the safe and find the fun guns,” I said, teasing him.

  “Summer I swear to fucking Christ if you touch one of the...”

  “I'm joking,” I laughed, rolling my eyes as Janie watched me, head tilted to the side. I still had the gun aimed at her. Maybe she saved me once, but I learned my lesson in blindly trusting people.

  “Wouldn't put it past you,” Reign grumbled, likely remembering the time he let me use a fully automatic AK for the first time. I hadn't realized how much of a kick it would have and ended up stumbling and accidentally shooting the side of the compound. No one got hurt or anything, but he never let me live that down.

  “Go to church,” I said, shaking my head. “I'll talk to you later.”

  “Promise me there won't be any new holes in my house when I get there.”

  “No promises, but it's unlikely.”

  Reign sighed and I could just picture him raking a hand down his face. “Alright. I gotta go.”

  “Love you,” I said, the words still heavy with meaning. It wasn't the flippant love ya' people fed each other to end a phone call. I meant it. I felt it down to my bones. And my words echoed that.

  “Love you too,” he said in a matching tone before he hung up.

  I took a deep breath, tucking the phone back into my pocket and walking toward the back door. I flicked on the porch light and reached for the lock. As she reached for the handle, I backed away, gun still raised. I was good with a gun, so was Janie, but she had me beat on any other kind of fight. I wasn't letting her get near me until I knew what was going on.

  “What are you doing here?” I asked as she walked in, closed the door, and sat down at our dining room table like she had done it a hundred times before.

  “I'm... in a situation and I need your help.”

  “I'll call Reign back...” I started, reaching for my phone.

  “No,” she said, almost a little hysterically. It was such an unexpected, out of character tone for her that I froze.

  “What's going on Janie?”

  “I can't tell you that without getting you involved. But I need you to do something without telling anyone that I have asked you to do it.”

  “You want me to lie to Reign?” Again.

  “Yes. But it will keep him safe. And Cash, Wolf, the rest of the Henchmen, and your dad.”

  My dad? And all of the Henchmen. Christ. What the hell did she get herself into?

  “Does Lo know about this?”

  “No,” she said, her blue eyes boring into mine as she ran a hand through her long dark hair. “And she can't know.”

  “Janie...” I tried to reason, noticing a slight tremble in her words. If she w
as doing something on her own, without Lo and the rest of Hailstorm behind her...

  “I just need you to invite your dad, Cash, Wolf, and Lo here one night, Summer. That's all I need from you. Just throw a fit until they all agree and get them here. That's it.”

  “Janie if you need help...”

  “This is as much for you and your people as it is for me, Summer. Just say yes. All you have to do is invite them here and keep them here for a couple hours.”

  “Are you going to be safe?” I asked, lowering the gun finally but keeping it in my hand.

  Janie took a slow breath, one of her small shoulders rising and falling in a casual shrug. “Probably. Hopefully. I don't know. But that's not your problem,” she said, standing, and slipping her hood back up. “Here,” she said, slipping a piece of paper out of her pocket and placing it on the dining room table.

  “Janie. Seriously... if you are in over your head...”

  “Don't worry about me. I'll get by. I always do,” she said, pulling the door open and disappearing into the night.

  I walked over to the dining table, grabbed the piece of paper which gave me a date and time, and locked the back door.

  It looked like I had a dinner party to plan.

  And an epic fit to throw if I was going to get anyone to agree to come...

  One

  Cash

  Reign's driveway had never held so many cars before. Up until a year ago, no one even knew where his place was except me. I pulled my bike up to the side of Wolf's mammoth truck and climbed off. I pounded my fist into the side of a black rape van as I passed, making Janie jump and turn toward me, gun raised. It was a dick move, but she was fun to rile up. I mean, who didn't enjoy poking a sleeping bear once in a while? And Janie, the twenty-something, tatted, dark-haired, blue-eyed slip of a girl who was actually one of the best tactical minds inside the survivalist camp known as Hailstorm, yeah, she was a sleeping fucking bear.

  “Jesus Christ, Cash,” she sighed, shaking her head. “I could have shot you in the head. I mean... not that I think the brain damage would be noticed or anything but...”

  “You coming in?” I asked, nodding toward Reign's house.

  “No. I was just dropping Lo off.”

  Lo was her boss, as in Lo was the woman behind Hailstorm which, along with being a weird survivalist camp, also did work catching skippers, did private security, and carried out contract killing.

  “Lo is here?” I asked, feeling my smile fall slightly.

  I liked me a whole smorgasbord of pussy. Tall, short, thick, thin, blonde, brunette, purple-haired. Twenty. Forty. I didn't give a fuck. I loved them all.

  All except fucking Lo, man.

  While I might have admired the way that woman held a gun and spoke her mind, I couldn't get behind the fact that she and her people engaged in hits on any civilian for money. I'm okay with killing: for family, for friends, for brotherhood, for business, hell, even for your country. But killing just for the fuck of it, because the paycheck was high enough? Hell fucking no.

  Granted, I had friends that did that shit. I had friends who broke kneecaps or worse. I had a friend who was the best god damn sniper in the country and used those skills. And I could go out with them, I could pound drinks, I could place bets on which one of us would land the hottest chick, but I didn't get involved with that shit.

  And fucking a woman, even just for a night, meant you were involved.

  “You know,” Janie said, cutting into my thoughts. “I watched you shoot a man right between the eyes. You didn't even flinch.”

  I reached into the open window and chucked her chin. “It's different, kid. You and I both know that. Lo doesn't.”

  I turned to keep walking but heard Janie say quietly, as if to herself, “Maybe I don't either.”

  I shrugged it off as I made my way to the door, pulling it open and walking in.

  “I'm just going to go ahead and say what everyone else here is thinking,” I said as I looked around. “This has got to be the weirdest fucking dinner party that has ever happened.”

  And it had to be.

  We were in the home of a my brother, gun running biker leader with his wife who had an almost alarming love of said guns. Her father, a notorious cocaine crime lord was standing in a corner in a three-thousand dollar suit looking wholly uncomfortable. Wolf, Reign and my oldest friend, was leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, looking scary as fuck with his long dark beard and haunting eyes. It didn't help that the fucker never said more than a handful of words at a time. I turned my head slightly to find Lo watching me.

  Seeing her was like a kick to the gut. First, because she was gorgeous- tall, long blonde hair, a face full of sharp edges and keen brown eyes. She had long legs, great hips, and a fucking phenomenal rack. She was a couple years older than me and she was probably the sexiest woman I'd ever seen. She was just not the kind of person I wanted to have anything to do with. Unfortunately, my cock did not get the message about that second thing. I was half hard just looking at her in her tight light wash jeans and white tee with a gun strapped around her thigh.

  Holy fucking shit she was hot.

  A slow, knowing smile spread across her features as she watched me looking her over. “Tuck your tongue back in your mouth, Cash,” she said, tipping her beer up at me before taking a swig.

  “Oh, sweetheart,” I said, smirking. “If you had any idea what I could do with my tongue, there's no way you'd be telling me to tuck it back into my mouth.”

  I was rewarded by her choking hard, beer spurting out of her mouth as she coughed.

  “If you could try to refrain from killing my guests,” Summer said, handing a paper towel to Lo, “I would really appreciate it.”

  “Hey there, gorgeous,” I said, smiling at her before swinging her off her feet and swirling her in a circle.

  I had a soft spot for Summer. Maybe it was because she was the first woman in a long time that I had never had any sexual interest in. It wasn't that she wasn't gorgeous with her long red hair and her delicate face, but it had been clear from day one that she belonged to my brother. Lord knew the man needed some softness in his life and that was exactly what Summer gave him. She helped smoothe his rough edges. She also kept him on his toes. There wasn't a day that went by that they weren't arguing and making up, when they weren't challenging and comforting one another.

  She gave my brother someone to come home to, someone to remind him to shrug the weight of leadership every now and then. For that, I would always feel like I owed her. Which was why I was at her asinine dinner party in the first place.

  It didn't hurt that she threw an absolute shit-fit when any of us had tried to come up with excuses to not show up.

  “Hands off my woman,” Reign said, walking up as I put his woman down, wrapping an arm around her waist, half gluing her body to his. “You gonna behave?” he asked me, giving an almost imperceptible chin-jerk toward Lo who was squatted down, wiping her spilled beer off the floor.

  I gave him a smirk. “Oh, you know me. Fucking angel, man,” I said, clapping him on the shoulder and moving over toward Wolf.

  “'Sup Wolf?” I asked, reaching behind him for a beer.

  “Weird fuckin' party,” he said, using as few words as possible, as was his nature.

  Wolf was a lot of things, not one of them being talkative.

  “Yeah. If Repo and about three dozen armed psychopaths were here, it'd be like a fucking reunion.”

  “I get us,” Wolf started, waving a hand toward himself, me, and Reign. “Don't get them,” he said, gesturing toward Lo and Richard Lyon, Summer's cocaine kingpin father.

  “Well, he is her dad,” I shrugged.

  “And Lo?”

  That was a good point. “Maybe Summer feels like she owes her? Lo was really the only reason we could go in there and get her out.”

  Lord knew we, The Henchmen, owed Lo and Hailstorm a big, bloody fucking favor in the f
uture, a fact that had been weighing more heavy on me than Reign for some reason. I guess he figured that whatever it was, would be worth having the woman he loved back.

  “All together?” Wolf asked, turning his light, fathomless eyes at me.

  That was another good point. Sure, it made sense for Summer to want to see her father. It also made sense for her to want to see Lo again. She invited Wolf and I over all the time. But why, all of a sudden, did we all need to be in the same room, especially given that quite a few of us didn't exactly get along?

  “Dunno,” I said, watching as Lo walked over to Richard Lyon like he wasn't one of the biggest dealers on the East coast. Then again, I had seen her walk up to a ruthless, heartless fucking skin trader like they had shared Sunday brunch every day for years.

  “Bitches, man,” Wolf said and I turned to find him smirking fondly at Summer.

  “Got that right,” I agreed, lifting my beer to him. “How was the run?” I asked, watching Lo throw her head back and laugh at something Richard said, her laugh a strange tinkling little sound that carried across the room.

  “Hand me one,” Reign said, walking up, gesturing to my beer.

  I handed him one and, unable to help myself, smirked at him. “How fucking pussy whipped are you to allow this clusterfuck to happen, bro?”

  Reign snorted, shaking his head at himself. “You've seen Summer get a bug up her ass about shit before. She starts using six syllable words and shit, day and night, never letting up.”

  “Other ways to take her mind off of it,” I suggested, raising a brow. He knew what I meant.

  “Man, I fuckin' tried. Ten minutes after, she's sitting up and starting again. Figured, what harm could it do?”

  “Lo's got a gun strapped to her thigh,” I pointed out.

  “You got a gun in the small of your back. Wolf has one on his hip. Summer,” he said pointedly, “has one inside her boot. Don't think we can judge.”