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  Prez - A Wings Of Diablo MC Novel

  By Rae B. Lake

  Prez – A Wings of Diablo MC Novel

  Copyright © 2019 by Rae B. Lake

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission of the author.

  Acknowledgements

  This book has shown me so many things. Prez has shown me that I can be more than I ever thought I could be, that even when I doubted myself there are those out there who believe in me. It has shown me that there are people who love my book babies just as much as I do. I am so grateful to anyone who has ever taken the time to read or comment on my work. Please know that I am so humbled and grateful by every single person who has ever given my books a chance.

  To the King Hubster , thank you for being who you are. Thank you for answering some strange questions about the male anatomy and for putting up with me on the days that my mind is a million miles away.

  To my perfect little monsters, I hope you know that Momma loves you more than anything. Thank you for crying harder for my attention to break me from my books hold, thank you for asking questions and playing with me until I closed my laptop, thank you for keeping me sane in a world of deadlines and plot holes. Thank you for loving me unconditionally.

  To my readers, you all rock so hard! I would be just a daydreamer living in my own head if it wasn’t for you. All of your enthusiasm and feedback really keeps me driving to give you more.

  This is my last full length publication for the 2019 year but if you thought this year was a wild ride, wait until 2020 gets a hold of us!

  LET THE LOVE FLOW!

  Contents

  Title Page

  Acknowledgements

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9- Mikki POV

  Chapter 10- Alex’s POV

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17 Mikki POV

  Chapter 18 Alex POV

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Epilogue- Rooster

  Epilogue - Prez

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  Chapter 1

  “Ay papi... what are you doing to me?”

  I rolled us over and laughed as she impatiently tried to clench her legs around my waist.

  Laura never wanted to wait for anything, she liked her sex, just like she liked her man, fast, hard and instantaneously satisfying. Luckily for her she had me. I kissed her neck and let my hand grab a hand full of that ass she was always trying to hide. I loved her body, I loved the fact that no matter how hard she tried to work out, her shape stayed the same. I loved everything about this woman. I buried my nose in her hair, letting the scent of spices and fruit seep into my nostrils. Decades of enjoying ethnic latin cuisine had soaked into the pores of her delicate skin and she had yet to find a shampoo strong enough to override the hunger inspiring scents of the spices she used in her cooking. The woman always made me hungry. I was so fucking hungry…

  “In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone…”

  I turned my head against the pillow. Nothing felt familiar. “Laura?” I called out but she didn’t respond. My stomach growled loudly and hunger pains clenched up my gut. I reached over to where the bedside table was supposed to be, it wasn’t there. Nothing was right. I could hear the rest of the iconic song, Sound of Silence, drifting up from beneath me. I closed my eyes again and shook my head trying to get that last bit of fog to leave me.

  My consciousness came back to me like a kick in the gut.

  I slammed my fist to my mouth, ignoring the taste of blood and skin, as I tried to stifle the screams that were coming out of my throat.

  I sat up and grabbed the bottle that was at my feet and took a long swig of the foul tasting liquid, I didn’t know if it was alcohol or lighter fluid, I didn’t care.

  “Oh, God, please, please.” I dropped the bottle down and pulled at my hair. I could still smell her, still feel her and see her. I could still see the blood pour from the hole in her head, I could still feel the wetness of her last tears on her face, I could still smell the gun powder that coated the inside of her skull. My Laura was gone. That fuck Vilanuevas came into my town and took everything from me.

  Laying back down I turned and found the pillow. I stuffed my face as far into it as I could as I punched the mattress with abandon. Every time I closed my eyes I could see her running towards me, the bullet pushing through her beautiful head and her body falling heavily to the floor. It should have been me. I don’t know how long I laid there screaming and beating on the mattress but by the time I was hoarse I still couldn’t handle the pain that I was feeling. I fell out of the bed and crawled straight to my bag in the corner. I just needed to go back to sleep. I needed the pain to go away.

  “Where the fuck are they?” I jammed my hand in the bag in search for my temporary salvation. I didn’t feel anything but lint and spare change. “What the fuck!” I threw the bag against the wall, a small shower of mold laden dust falling from it. I turned back toward the bed and turned on the weak lamp. I opened drawers, flipped the mattress, looked in my boots, and came up with shit. In the time that I had been in this place I only left for 3 things, ramen noodles, liquor and my newest bitch, Oxy.

  I had just bought a supply that should have at least lasted me through the week but I couldn’t find those beautiful pills anywhere. I dropped my head down into my hands, my muscles already shaking with the pain. I tried to calm myself down but all I could think about was stopping the pain. I scanned the room again with just my eyes, and for the first time since my eyes opened a smile crossed my face, there was the small bag lying in the corner. I don’t know how it got there, and I didn’t give a fuck either. I crawled on my hands and knees over to where it was and immediately pulled out three pills, I crushed them up on the cracked counter, arranged them into a semi neat line, and snorted every last particle up my nose.

  “Alex!”

  Laura’s voice screamed in my head. The agony and worry laced into her last sound. I would do anything to wipe that memory from my head. I just wanted to sleep. I paced my small space listening to the people at the bar below me laugh and talk, I wanted to walk up to every single one of them and just put a bullet in their heads. Fuck them and their happiness. Fuck everyone. I just wanted to fucking sleep. I went back for the bottle and finished the rest of the quart, the label said it was whiskey, I couldn’t tell by the taste. I popped two more pills just in case the previous three I had already shoved up my nose weren’t enough to knock me the hell out. I fell back on the bed and waited for the numbness to take over. Those few minutes between consciousness and sleep were always the hardest for me. It was like I had no purpose, nothing to do but be with my thoughts. It was those thoughts that rocked me to my very core.

  “Alex!”

  I heard Laura’s ghost scream again and the same scene replay over and over in my head. The moment her body hits the floor echoes in mind and my soul splinters every single fucking time.

  “Stop!” I screamed at myself, rolling over to the wall and knocking the side of my head against the rotting concrete. The dull ache that was building up in my head
from my self-inflicted skull bashing was taking some of the edge off but not enough. I hit my head harder against the wall. The sound of her screaming my name, was still there but now the pounding from the headache and the effects from the Oxy and liquor were starting to drown it out. When I felt my head begin to sway slightly, I knew the pills and the drink were starting to take effect, I flopped back over and let a smiling Laura lull me back to sleep.

  *Bang, Bang, Bang*

  My eyes popped open, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest with anticipation and without thinking my hand went to the floor where I left my Glock. I raised it toward the sound before I could fully wake up and focus on whatever the target was.

  *Bang, Bang, Bang*

  I let out a deep sigh, it was the fucking door. I flicked the safety on and got up to go see who in the shit had the nerve to be banging on my door. They must have a death wish.

  I whipped the warped wood door open with all the force that I had and then promptly fell against the door frame, I was so fucking tired.

  “What the fuck, Alex.” Devin looked me up and down, put one hand up to his face and took a step back.

  I looked down at myself, I had clothes on. “What the fuck, what? I was sleeping.” I tried to pull myself up straight, but my legs wouldn’t hear that.

  “Alex, when you came to me and asked to rent out the room above my bar, I didn’t know that it meant you needed it to rot to death in. Fuck man, you smell like you been rolling in pig shit. What the fuck did you do to your head?” He stepped forward a little and gestured to my head.

  I raised my hand and sure enough I had a huge knot on the side of my head and what felt like dried blood. I guess I had hit my head harder than I thought I did.

  “What the fuck, are you my mother now?” I moved back so he couldn’t touch me.

  “No, I’m not your mother, I’m a friend. What the fuck is happening Alex? How long you planning on hiding out here? Where are the Wings? I know what happened to Laura…”

  Just the mention of my souls name had me seeing red and ready to kill him, “No!” I roared out, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the wall. “Don’t you fucking say her name! Never! You don’t know shit! I’ll fucking kill you!”

  Devin raised his hands to show me that he wasn’t a threat and I let him go, almost instantly doubling over in pain. My gut felt like it was ripping to shreds and being burned with acid. I needed to take the edge off, I needed to go back to sleep. I turned to go back into the small fucked up studio apartment that I had been staying in for god knows how long, I heard Devin walking behind me following me in. I fell to my knees and crawled back to the corner I left my stash of Oxy.

  “What the fuck are you looking for Alex?” Devin said from somewhere behind me, I didn’t even turn to answer him. He could get the fuck out for all I cared.

  I pushed aside some crap and found the bag that seemed to have less Oxy in it than I remembered. I took out two pills and made quick work of crushing them up.

  “Are you fucking kidding me Alex, you’re a goddamn druggie now? I don’t need some crackhead…” Devin shook his head as he re-thought the words that were coming out of his mouth, “Look, why don’t we just go out, get some air. You look like the living dead.”

  My hands stopped their motion, I turned my head to look at someone who at best I thought to be a good associate, who the fuck did he think he was to question what the fuck I was doing.

  “Dead? No I ain’t fucking dead. Larry is dead! Mick is dead! Wire is dead! Laura…” My voice cracked at the sound of her name on this fucked up list, “Laura is dead. I’m not. I’m still in this shit hole living a useless fucking life. So don’t you tell me what the hell I need to do or how I should live my fucking life. You can get the hell out!” I yelled letting all my anger and frustration flow straight through me.

  “Prez...look.”

  I picked up one of the many empty liquor bottles, broke it on the table and charged him, I had him by his neck before he could even think to move. The jagged edge of the heavy bottle dangerously close to the pumping artery in his neck. “Call me Prez again. Say it one more motherfucking time and I swear on my life I will bleed you dry right the fuck here.”

  “You got it man, you got it, just let me go.” Devin looked me straight in the eyes, confusion and hurt evident in his.

  I let him go and dropped the bottle by his side. I felt something drop off my chin and when I lifted my hand to see what it was I could feel that my face was wet. I was crying. Like a fucking pussy. Ever since Laura had been killed it happened from time to time, I would just randomly start crying, it could be anything that triggered it but mostly it was her. A memory of her, or maybe I heard a song she’d liked, it didn’t matter. It seemed like anything had the ability to have me blubbering like a little girl.

  Devin shook his head, looked around my space once again and turned to walk out. He turned slightly and spoke over his shoulder. “Alex, you’re three months behind on rent. I’m going to need you to pay up.”

  Three months? How the fuck? I just gave him rent the other day. At least it felt like the other day. I don’t even know how long I have lived here. I have never felt so fucking lost in my life.

  “Yeah, I’ll go pick up some cash and pay you tonight.”

  He shook his head again and left without another word.

  I looked down at the lines of Oxy that were waiting for me, and before I could take a step towards the table my stomach gurgled loudly. I doubled over and looked up towards the half kitchen to see how many packs of noodles I had left. It was empty. I don’t remember the last time I actually ate or drank anything.

  I had nothing in my small apartment besides Oxy’s and store brand whiskey, and I had just finished the last of the whiskey.

  I let out a deep sigh and looked around for my shoes, I was going to have to go outside. Fucking great.

  Chapter 2

  I don’t know how long it took me to get dressed but by the time I made my way downstairs, the bar was already packed with folks having fun.

  Fucking bastards.

  I looked over to Devin and waited until we locked eyes, I nodded at him once when he finally looked in my direction. I hoped he didn’t take my threat against his life too hard but if he did, fuck him too. He shouldn’t have had his damn nose in my business.

  I stepped out, and I was met by darkness, I don’t remember the last time I saw the sun but part of me missed the warmth on my back. The wind against my face as I pushed my bitch….

  “No!” I shook my head to get those thoughts out. I didn’t deserve the freedom that my bike gave me. I didn’t deserve the happiness. I didn’t deserve life.

  I stuffed my hands into my pockets and went straight to the first place on my list of errands. The liquor store. I walked to the back of the store, straight to the cheapest, nastiest shit I could find. Who knows, maybe one of these bottles would be enough to destroy my liver. Maybe the bottle in my hand would be enough to take away all the pain.

  I brought six bottles up to the counter and the clerk rang them up.

  “Seventy three ninety five,” the man said not even bothering to look up at me.

  I put my hand in my pocket.

  Shit.

  I had nothing in my pockets but lint. I had money, but not on me. I looked at the bottles in the bag, then back up to the clerk. “Look, I have money, just not on me. I will bring it back to you.”

  The man had the nerve to laugh and tried to pull the bag away, “Are you out of your mind dude? You bring the money and you can have your drink. No money, no booze.”

  I put my hand on the bag, “I need this.” I tried to keep the desperation out of my voice, but I had already been a few hours without a drink and I was in pain. There was no way that I was going to walk out of this store without the alcohol.

  “I need money.” He said tugging at the bag, a little firmer.

  “Don’t.” I warned him. He didn’t understand.

  Alex!


  I closed my eyes tightly as Laura’s ghost started screaming in my head again, I couldn’t handle this, I need to get out of here. I need the drink.

  “Listen, you fucking bum, go back to your box and get the fuck…”

  He stopped speaking and began whimpering when I raised my gun toward his head.

  “You have a fucking choice, either let me walk out of here with these bottles and get your money later, or have your goddamn brains splattered on the wall behind you and still I will walk out of here with them. Choose, motherfucker.” I growled out to him.

  “Take it, take it man. I don’t want no trouble. Please, I have kids. Please. Take the money. Take whatever you want.”

  I inhaled, I could smell urine, the fucker had pissed himself. I looked to the hand that had the Glock in it, the shake was evident. I was always a steady shot. I was always sure of what needed to be done, I only drew my weapon if I was prepared to shoot. I was prepared to kill this man over 6 bottles of whiskey.

  I grabbed the bag and ran out of the store. I was sure that he had alerted the authorities already and I didn’t want to be around when they got there. I tucked the bag into my shirt and I ran. I ran until I had no more breath in my lungs, until my legs threatened to buckle with every step. I made it back to the bar and ran up the stairs to my small shitstorm of an apartment. I hadn’t heard any sirens but I couldn’t be sure.

  I paced in circles. I looked at one of the bottles sticking out the bag, the plastic wrap around the top taunting me. I grabbed it and twisted the plastic off. I guzzled the dark liquid, the burn doing nothing to get rid of the dread in my head.

  “Fuck!” I screamed loud with everything I had. I screamed again and again but nothing was working. I looked over to the Oxy still waiting for me on the table, but I needed more, I needed something stronger.

  I fell to the ground. I cried, I begged, I prayed, but with every second that ticked by I could feel my soul splintering further. The pain in my body, ever present, was unbearable. I just wanted the pain to go away.