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Disarray
Hallowed Crows MC -4-
G.N. Wright
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For everyone who has survived something they thought would end them.
Contents
Author Note
Playlist
Prologue
1. Rebecca
2. Killian
3. Rebecca
4. Angel
5. Rebecca
6. Ezra
7. Rebecca
8. Aiden
9. Rebecca
10. Killian
11. Rebecca
12. Angel
13. Ezra
14. Aiden
15. Rebecca
16. Killian
17. Rebecca
18. Ezra
19. Rebecca
20. Aiden
21. Rebecca
22. Killian
23. Rebecca
24. Aiden
25. Rebecca
26. Killian
27. Rebecca
28. Carter
29. Rebecca
30. Ezra
31. Rebecca
Epilogue
Afterword
Acknowledgments
Also by G.N. Wright
About the Author
Author Note
If you have made it this far then you are all fully patched member of the HCMC and for that I thank you.
The Hallowed Crows MC series is a dark why choose romance. Please don't take that lightly and read the following warning before diving in.
Disarray is the fourth book in the Hallowed Crows MC series and cannot be read as a standalone but you will be happy to hear that finally it does not end on a cliffhanger!
In this book we see the continuation and completion of the story between Rebecca and all our favorite Crows and while angst filled and spicy at times, please understand that some situations and descriptions may be triggering.
You will read actions of physical, mental, and sexual abuse, and see the effects of both PTSD and anxiety. The FMC and her men use sexual experiences to heal themselves and try to escape the trauma they have experienced. These scenes fall into the dark aspects of dark romance and should be considered heavily before reading.
There is also graphic violence, sexual violence, rape, murder, and other dark themes that readers may find not enjoyable.
This new adult romance is a why choose romance meaning the heroine will not choose a love interest at the end and includes graphic sex scenes that explore kinks including blood play, knife play, humiliation, degradation, and situations of dubious and non consent. There are group sex scenes included throughout and also some male on male content.
If none of the above is to your liking then this book is not for you. If you would like any further details on any of the above then please reach out to me to discuss before reading.
Playlist
Playlist on Spotify
Love You Move - Links
Maniac - Phoebe Green
Thunderstorm - Rivals
Dark Matter - Rivals
Like A Villain - Bad Omens
Miles Apart - Nick Wilson
Kill of the Night - Gin Wigmore
Horns - Bryce Fox
Call Me Queen - Ndidi O
Carry Your Throne - Jen Bellion
Meddle About - Chase Atlantic
I’m Yours - Isabel LaRosa
Nowhere to Run - Stegosauraus Rex
Twisted - MISSIO
Insane - Flume, Moon Holiday
See You Bleed - Ramsay
Killer - Valerie Broussard
I Fell in Love With the Devil - Avril Lavinge
Where’s My Love - SYML
Psycho Killer - RAINNE
Scars - Boy Epic
Man or a Monster - Sam Tinnesz, Zayde Wolf
Blood on Your Hands - Veda, Adam Arcadia
Vendetta - UNSECRET, Krigare
Massacre - Kim Petras
Tonight is the Night I Die - Palaye Royale
Devil’s Worst Nightmare - FJORA
Six Feet Under - Oshins, Leslie Powell
Never Say Die - Neoni
Bloody City - Sam Tinnesz
Kill For You - Zolita
Heaven or Hell - Digital Daggers
Stay Alive - Hidden Citizens, REMMI
Will I Make it Out Alive - Tomme Profitt
Ascending Heaven - Asyndeton
Beautiful Crime - Tamer
The One to Survive - Hidden Citizens
Birthday Sex - Jeremih
TWO & HALF YEARS AGO
The last few hours have been a blur of mundane Mayoral activities that I am forced to endure day in, day out, just like always. Every day is the same, as I am forced to wear the mask of my own creation to ensure my true self can still come out and play. Today has been no different from the rest, and it dulls in comparison to what I know my evening holds. Nights have always been my favorite, everything looks different in the dark. I like the shadows, the bad things that happen in them, the way the blood looks when it spills under dull light. It calls to me so much that I am itching to get home by the time I leave my office for the day.
I smile as I depart, nodding my head at the security guards, and tossing a wink at the receptionist. It’s all part of the mask, one so perfected that it got them to hand me the keys to the goddamn town. I almost laugh every time someone calls me ‘Mayor’ because if only they knew who they had hired to serve and protect them. It’s not a job that brings me any sort of satisfaction, but it’s necessary for me to stay a part of the world that allows me influence and access. This world is built on money and power and between this job and the circles I run in, I have endless amounts of both.
A smirk pulls at the corner of my mouth as I step out into the cool spring air and begin walking down the street to grab myself a quick cup of coffee before heading home. The caffeine hit will serve me well in the extracurricular activities I have planned, and my driver knows to meet me there every evening at 5pm sharp. Another perk to being Mayor, everyone does what you tell them to do, no questions asked. A feeling I crave daily so much so that the people I employ barely fulfill it, it’s why I have my girls. Only one of them currently, but she is perfect, well trained. It’s what I’m good at, what I was born to do.
When I grab my drink, the barista that flirts with me everyday smiles at me just like always. She thinks she wants me, thinks I want her, but she couldn’t be more wrong. Women like her, like the rest of the women in this town only see what I want them to see. The charming Mayor, the handsome bachelor, the doting townsperson, but it’s all a facade. Besides, she isn’t my type. Too bold, too brash, her makeup too caked on to cover imperfections, and her hair unnaturally bleached. To be honest it turns my stomach sour, but still I smile and wink as I grab the cup from her, ignoring the brush of her fingers against mine. She’d quiver behind her little counter if she knew what I do to the women I really like.
Most people don’t understand the true human nature of being a hunter, yet this world is built on predators and prey. You either spend your life hunting for what you need to survive, or running from what can destroy you whole. If you ask anyone I’m sure they would agree that they would rather be predator than prey. They all fear death, but it’s only a select few that understand that you should not fear death itself, but more what will cause it. Death is certain for everyone in this life, but how we go, now that’s the real depths of dread, or in my case, fun.
When I am back on the street, I check my watch and it reads 4.55pm. I almost grind my teeth at having to wait, but then I see a flash of familiar black leather. The skull and wing patch is known to everyone in this town, but it doesn’t often stray over to the North Side where I reside.
What a pleasant surprise.
I stride towards him, ignoring the person he is talking to, I can’t see them anyway, and interrupt them both without care. “Connor O’Sullivan, a little far from home aren’t we?” He turns, and the person he is with comes into view, but I keep my focus on the man in front of me for now.
Connor’s eyes darken as they take me in, rage filtering through them as he subtly steps closer to his companion. "Just visiting some family, you know how it is, or maybe you don't."
My own eyes harden at his attempt at an insult. It’s petty and unbecoming of a man of his stature, but still I can’t help but grin at his attempt to unnerve me. That smile almost falters as I finally swing my gaze to the person standing next to him. A woman. A beautiful, young woman.
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“And who is this beautiful little rose,” I purr, and I swear I almost see a shudder escape her as she stares at me. Oh what fun I could have with a breakable little thing like her.
"None of your fucking business, Fitzgerald,” Connor snaps, and the girl startles at his sharp tone, but not in a way that suggests she isn’t used to hearing it. More like she is surprised to be hearing it now, here, towards me.
Her eyes take me in again and only seconds pass before I see recognition flow through her. Good girl, she knows who I am, that will make me a little kinder on her, but not much. She must be related to Connor somehow, she is too young to be his type, and their features are similar enough that I am guessing daughter or a niece maybe. Not that it matters to me, I’ll take her for myself all the same.
I look back towards Connor, my grin even more feral now I have a new plaything in my sights. “Seems your friend has forgotten his manners.” I turn back to her and hold my hand out for her to shake, but she refuses to take it. Ah some obedience to her father I see. Bold of her to defy me, but not to worry, I’m sure I can change that. Like I said, it’s what I do best.
“Rebecca, let’s go.” Connor grabs her arm, crushing it beneath his fingers, and I am desperate to feel her skin bruise beneath mine.
Rebecca.
Her name flows through me like a new found drug and all I want to do is indulge and enjoy the high. I unconsciously take a step towards her, but Connor is already pulling her away. I watch them as he drags her towards his bike and relish in the wandering eyes that find mine as she looks back at me, with questions desperate to spill from her mouth.
Oh, don’t worry my little rose, you’ll have the answers soon.
Connor practically throws her on the back of his bike and speeds away, but it’s too late. I’ve seen her now, and the hunter in me is ready to play. The President of the Hallowed Crows probably thinks he is untouchable, especially to someone like me, but he doesn’t know my true face. He doesn’t know that every predator is someone else’s prey, and his daughter just became mine.
The drive home is a complete blur, my only focus being the curious eyes of the President’s companion, and what they would look like if she cried out in pain. My cock is painfully erect beneath my slacks, and it takes every ounce of self control I have to not take it out and stroke it to release here and now. By the time I make it back to the house I am almost dizzy with lust, and given the source of my need isn’t here to fulfill me, only one other thing will do.
All of my staff greet me with a nod, but I completely ignore them as I make my way towards the basement, my haven, my playground. Just heading down these stairs loosens the tense muscles in my shoulders, pulling the key from my pocket lets my hands stop shaking, and hearing the door unlock settles something deep in my soul. It’s time to have a little fun.
I hear the scramble of my little sunflower as she drags herself obediently to the middle of her cage, dropping to her knees with her eyes on the floor. So fucking submissive. She was easy to break, I snatched her right off the streets and she looked at me like I was her savior. She had no idea then that I was about to show her worse horrors than she had ever seen before. She does now though. I relish in the way her chest rapidly heaves up and down, the way the hairs on her arms stand to attention, and the way her teeth sink into her lower lip showing her nerves.
My heart pounds firmly in my chest as I make my way towards her, every step feeling like salvation. My hands flex, itching to touch her, taunt her, taint her. That familiar adrenaline courses through my veins and like an addict I let it flow, as I unlock the door to her cage. Her entire body freezes as she feels me approach, and a smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I walk towards her.
“I saw the perfect little rose today,” I tell her, not missing the flinch she lets out as my words cascade over her. “She’s different from you, from the others before you, she’s special, I can feel it.” My shoes meet her knees, and as I stroke my hand through her hair I feel her tremble.
My hand fists into her scalp and I enjoy the little yelp she lets out despite her best efforts to remain silent. I use my grip to drag her to her feet, propping her weak frame to its full height as I let my stare trail over her. Usually I would feel something, proud of her for following the rules, excited to punish her for breaking them, but right now I feel nothing, and for that she will have to pay.
The back of my knuckles connecting with her cheek throws her back to the floor, and the trace of blood left behind gets my heart rate going again. That’s all I need, just a reminder of why she’s here and how I enjoy her, and how soon she won’t be alone. The telltale sign of her cry is like music to my ears, and I lean down and grip her again, dragging her to the bed in the corner. When I flip her over and see the trickle of blood coming from her lip, I can’t stop myself. I lean down and suck it between my teeth, biting down hard until she cries out once more and my mouth floods with that sweet coppery tang.
Some say heaven is a place on earth, but hell is a place I much prefer, and it’s found in my cage.
“How has your day been, my little sunflower?” My fingers caress her chin, as I tilt her head back to look at me, waiting for an answer to my question.
Her eyes already swimming with tears she desperately tries to blink back, meet mine as she smiles a scarlet grin at me. “It was very good, Sir, thank you for asking.”
Those words slick down my spine as I watch her quake beneath my touch. “Good, because your evening is about to be even better.” I take a step back, and she immediately rushes back to the position on her knees, waiting for her next order. So fucking obedient.
My cock is impossibly hard, pressing against my zipper, and I almost groan as my fingers skim against it as I undo my belt. This is going to be hard and fast, the need for release so tangible in the air I’m sure the new blossomed rose can feel it all the way across town. Fuck, just thinking of her again has me leaking at the tip as I focus on my little sunflower.
“You know what I need,” is the only type of order I give, but still she scrambles into a crawl to close the distance between us, and when her hand fists my base I let out a hiss through my teeth. It has taken years of practice to get her to this point, but it was worth it, and a lot of fun for me.
