TWISTED FATE
Hawk & Alessia’s Story
A Battle Born MC Prequel
SCARLETT BLACK
Twisted Fate
Copyright © 2020 By Scarlett Black
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, groups, businesses, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual places or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
WARNING: This book contains sexual situations and VERY adult themes. Recommended for 18 and above.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
About This Book
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Authors Note
Are you Battle Born?
About the Author
About This Book
Alessia could only be described as an untamable wild child with a fiery passion for life. The attraction between her and Hawk sizzled from the moment they met. Feeling they could take on the world, the high school sweethearts married when they were barely more than twenty.
Six years later, reality threatens to snuff out the flames of romance.
Unspoken resentments. Lingering insecurities.
Hidden jealousy. All these elements combined in a storm cloud of emotion brewing beneath their picture-perfect facade.
But one moment of weakness leads to a secret that could rip their family apart.
When the truth comes out, can their relationship ever be repaired? Or will the love Hawk and Alessia once shared be forever burned by one tragic twist of fate?
Acknowledgments
Content/Developmental Editing: Rogue Readers
Editing: Rebecca Ernst Vazquez
Chapter 1
Alessia
I’ve waited all week to let loose, and it’s finally here. Excitement spreads with every sip of beer from my red plastic cup. So ready to be free and connect with the real world after a long week of work. Beers are being passed around, followed by a bottle of tequila. Placing the bottle to my lips, I tilt my head back and take a shot. The burn is then washed away with the cold beer in my hand from the keg. The bonfire warms my skin from the cool late-night air in the hills outside Sacramento.
Around the fire stands familiar faces of the past and a few new. I grew up in a motorcycle club. My old man has been the Club President of the Battle Born MC since I was born. I love this life and being a part of this family. Each day is an adventure. There have been hard times, but we party harder and make up for it later. I have big dreams to make happen in life, but tonight, we’ll party until the sun comes up over the horizon. Taking another drink, the cool liquid slides down my throat. Strong hands glide over my thighs to just under the hem of my barely-there shorts.
“Alessia, we talked about this shit. After my ring was on your finger, my woman would cover up,” Hawk growls into my ear.
We have the same arguments over and over. I bite back my urge to tell him he’s dead fucking wrong. I may be his wife, but I’m not dead. For years, my father hid me away from the world. I was only allowed to meet a few select club members from the chapters. I was never allowed to go to club parties until after I was twenty-one, and Hawk was with me. My father, Fuego, was as strict as they get. Since I’ve grown up, I find every bit of happiness I can from the life I was sheltered from.
Ignoring the fight that starts to simmer in my mind, I bite back the words. Pushing back, I press my ass cheeks into his hands. I need his attention, the connection we used to have. Hawk loved the chase as much as I did. Since the first day we met, we were all over each other. Fucking like rabbits everywhere.
The reason my pops didn’t skin him alive was because Hawk went to my father and asked to date me. The Prez and Hawk had a sit-down, and he vowed to protect me. Because of that, my father relented and let us be together. My father more than likely used it to his advantage. Hawk always kept an eye on me.
The beer and the lust thrum through my veins. I need it, desperately. To relive the days of old, of the first time I laid eyes on him. The memory comes back to me in my drunken state like it was yesterday.
“Dana, who is that guy?” My elbow jabs my best friend in the ribs.
She squeaks in pain, then whips her blonde head around to see who I am talking about. He appears to be older but not by much. “Holy cow, he’s smokin’, girl. Is he the new prospect our dads are meeting with?” Dana’s old man is Ghost, the club VP. Since we were both raised in this clubhouse, we know the rules. No dating members without permission.
My gaze is lasered on the guy that struts through the room like he belongs here. The brothers in the MC can be rough to people they’ve never met. This man stares them all down. The attraction pulls me in like a magnet. Instantly, it becomes a game for me to claim him before these club whores get their claws on him. They get enough. This one belongs to me.
“C’mon, I got homework. Let’s head out,” Dana begs, always the levelheaded one. I should go with her. There is a lot to get caught up on at school. I’m not, no way.
“Nah, go ahead. I’ll catch a ride home.” I can feel the disbelief before I see it in her gaze. When I turn my head, I do find her staring at me knowingly. I can’t fight or stop the smirk from lifting.
She shakes her head before gathering her bag at her feet. “I’m getting the details tomorrow,”
