FiascoDirty Aces MC
Lane Hart D.B. West
Contents
Synopsis
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
Epilogue
Afterword
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This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue were created from the authors’ imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual people or events is coincidental.
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WARNING: THIS BOOK IS NOT SUITABLE FOR ANYONE UNDER 18. IT CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, AND GRAPHIC SEX SCENES.
Synopsis
Fiasco has always been the guy who can’t do anything right. In fact, it’s why he was given his unfortunate nickname.
When he takes two bullets during a shooting, Fiasco nearly loses his life. And in a way, dying may have been the easy way out.
But once he saw Joanna’s face, the angelic nurse doing everything she could to save his life, he wanted nothing more than to live.
Overcoming his injuries is just the first obstacle Fiasco will have to face. If he can’t get back to his construction job soon, he’ll lose everything he’s worked so hard to have, along with all the people who depend on him.
With Joanna’s help, Fiasco begins to wonder if he could be more than the screw up of the Dirty Aces MC, right before it all comes crashing down on him yet again.
Chapter One
Phillip “Fiasco” Stafford
“Come out of the woods, you stupid son of a bitch! The longer you hide, the worse it’ll hurt!”
Chuck’s voice is angry and slurred from drinking all day as his boots stomp through the fallen leaves in the woods behind our trailer park. He’s not my father, but he acts like he is. I hate him, and I wish my mom would leave him. She’s tried to kick him out, more than once, but he’s like a cockroach that refuses to go away.
Rosie whines underneath me, making me realize that I was holding her muzzle too tight. “Shh,” I whisper to her. If she would run away from me, I would let her go, but she’s a good dog, sweet and loyal. She never leaves my side, not since I found her in the dumpster a few months ago when she was just a puppy. I can’t afford to take her to the vet, but I think she may be pregnant.
Tears make my eyes blur as the sound of crunching leaves grow closer and closer to where I’m hiding inside of an old refrigerator someone threw out with the other piles of junk. I should’ve kept running, but I twisted my ankle and couldn’t put any weight on it. Hiding was the best I could do. I was hoping it would get dark before he came after us, but I was wrong.
Chuck is right about one thing. I’m so stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
I knew better than to throw the ball with Rosie in the trailer. I didn’t mean for it to bust Chuck’s new flat screen. He loved that damn thing more than anything. He loved it so much he’ll kill me for it.
The crunching of leaves suddenly stops, and then the door to the fridge is yanked open so fast I scream like a girl.
Chuck grabs me by my hair and drags me out with Rosie clutched in my arms.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” I tell him through the sobs, glad I can’t see his face when he lets go of my long hair and it falls into my eyes. “I’ll buy you another one, I swear!”
“You ain’t got fifty cents for lunch, much less a thousand goddamn dollars!”
“I’ll get a job! Please,” I say, even though we both know it would take me years to earn a thousand dollars even if someone would hire a twelve-year-old idiot.
Rosie growls at Chuck, and I rub her head to try and get her to calm down and be quiet, to let me take this punishment instead of reminding him of her.
“I’ll be takin’ the payback out of your hide!” Chuck roars before his fist slams down on the back of my head, making me see spots when I squeeze my eyes closed. The toe of his shoe hits my stomach and grazes Rosie’s side, making her whine.
“Wait!” I beg, desperate to stop him from hurting her again. “Rosie’s having puppies,” I blurt out. “I’ll sell them.”
“Like anyone would pay a dollar for one of her stinkin’ mutts!”
“I can tell people they’re bulldogs, and they’ll believe me,” I assure him.
“I ain’t gonna have no more mouths to fucking feed!” he yells. I hear the sound of a gun cocking right before the bullet explodes so close to my ears that the world goes silent. Too silent.
“NO!” I scream at the top of my lungs as my body jerks, pulling me out of the nightmare. I try to sit up, but there’s a burning pain inside of me, eating through me, that stops me along with someone’s hands on my shoulders. “Don’t touch me! Don’t fucking touch me!” I scream, and they thankfully let go. So, it wasn’t my mom’s old boyfriend. Nothing I said ever made him stop, so it was just that goddamn dream again…
My eyelids are heavy, but I try to open them to figure out where the hell I am. Dark hair and a concerned face are hovering over me. I finally recognize the man.
“Calm down, Fiasco,” Nash says.
