Rescuing Jules
Lawless MC Book One
K.C. Stone
Contents
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Acknowledgments
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
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Epilogue
Rescuing Jules
This book is a complete work of fiction. The names, characters, and events are all products of the author’s imagination and in no way real. Any resemblance of places, people, or events are purely unintended.
Rescuing Jules. Copyright © 2020 by K.C. Stone. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used in articles or reviews. For information contact K.C. Stone.
Publisher: Knox Publishing
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Cover Design: Charli Childs, Cosmic Letterz Design
Editing: Kim Lubbers, Knox Publishing
Proofreading: Jackie Ziegler, Knox Publishing
Formatting: E.C. Land, Knox Publishing
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SERIES: LAWLESS
Demanding Dom (Free Prequel)
Rescuing Jules (Book #1)
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SERIES: LAWLESS
Breaking Locke (Book #2)
SERIES: DIAVOLO MAFIOSO
Devil May Care (Book #1)
Devil in Disguise (Book #2)
Deal with the Devil (Book #3)
Devil’s Playground (Book # 4)
Just a warning my playlist is a bit all over the place.
Turn the Page – Bob Segar
The Scientist – Coldplay
Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ya – Drop Kick Murphys
The Hunted – The Rigs
John the Regulator – Curtis Stigers & The Forest Rangers
Bruises – Lewis Capaldi
Someone you Loved – Lewis Capaldi
A Thousand Years – Christina Perri
Acknowledgments
Michael – thank you for everything, thank you for having faith in me and telling me that no matter what you believe in me and that you are proud of me.
Knox Publishing – Thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to tell stories. Thank you for taking chances.
Jessica & Kim – Thank you for all the hard work you ladies do. Without your patience and kindness, I would not be doing this today.
Jessica – thank you for answering all my questions even the stupid ones.
Kim – thank you for combing through my story making sure it is the best it could be.
To the warriors, both men and woman. This story is dedicated to those who have battled the horrors of life both physical and emotional and have come out on top. You can do it, all it takes is a little faith. We each have a story to tell inside us and all it takes is faith to explore it.
TRIGGER WARNING
This story deals with dark issues, if you have triggers with darker issues such as rape, human trafficking, I suggest you take caution. This story deals with emotional and physical torment and torture. Please take care when proceeding.
Here I am on the eve of my eighteenth birthday, sitting in a cellar. I have no idea where I am, and the chains on my ankles and wrists make it kind of impossible to get out of here. I don’t even know how I got into this mess to begin with. But what I can tell you is my father and family will come for me. There will be bloodshed.
That is a promise.
1
Jules
Present day
Sometimes, being part of a high-profile family is not as great as people think. The constant let-downs and fake people, always wanting something. Never knowing who’s real and who’s just trying to get ahead. Knowing that no matter what I did, it’d never be good enough. People would always expect more because of who my family is, and what my last name means.
I was born into a well-known family. When I say well-known, I mean infamous. Being the daughter of a motorcycle club President in our world means everything. My name is Juliane Isabella Galenti, but everyone called me Jules. My father is none other than Salvatore “The Savage” Galenti, President of the Italian Outlaws MC. One of the most lethal MC families in New York. They deal with legit businesses, and some not so legit. They’re also some of the toughest bastards around. Someone pushes, they push back harder. So hard people end up dead.
My world can be a terrifying and lonely place sometimes. Not for the faint of heart. My family and friends are all part of the madness. Outsiders aren’t allowed. I don’t need anybody new in my life. It’d be a constant worry, chaos that would only complicate things, or so I thought.
Opening my eyes slowly, an invisible weight slammed them closed again. Prying them open, I tried to look around, but there was only pitch-black nothingness. I felt around, running my hand across the cold dirt and gravel under me. The first thing I felt was what I was wearing. What the hell? I ran my hands over my body. A long dress shirt maybe? That’s what the material felt like as I fingered the buttons. Why were my clothes gone? At least I was still wearing panties.
My blood grew cold. I shivered as fear set in my bones. I mentally checked myself over, shifting left and right and feeling a slight relief for the moment. The lack of pain and my underwear were the only signs that I hadn’t been violated. In the back of my brain, the words “not yet” echoed hauntingly.
What happened? My brain had some sort of foggy haze over it and I couldn’t make sense of anything. Shivering, I slowly tried to sit up. Lifting my hands, I moved to rub my eyes, but was stopped mid-way by restraints. Some kind of chain maybe? The cold metal sent shivers up my spine.
“What the hell is this?”
A single line
