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
