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  Always Was Mine

  – an Angels Warriors MC

  By

  Dawn Martens

  To better understand this story, the Angels Warriors Trilogy and Twisted Up In You should be read first. This books timeline takes place during Twisted Up In You.

  Victoria married one of the most evil men in the country, known as Hangman, president of the Untamed Angels. She’s finally had enough of the cheating and abuse, so she takes off, hoping her cousin Lilly can help her out. What she didn’t expect to find, while hiding from her husband, was a new man, but this man seems very familiar to her.

  Trevor is hiding from his family, hiding within the club of the Angels Warriors with a new face and a new last name. His brother Hangman, thinks he’s dead, and he wants to keep it that way. What he didn’t expect was for his brother’s wife to turn up, seeking protection, to hide from Hangman. Trevor has loved Tori since they were kids, and will do anything he can to win her love back.

  Considering she was his first.

  Warning – Intended for Mature readers.

  Some of the content in this book could be a trigger for some readers.

  NOTE ** This book is told in 3 different POVs! Hangman’s, Trevor’s, AND Tori’s.

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  DAWN MARTENS

  Copyright© 2018 Dawn Martens

  Published 2018

  Cover Designed by Glenna Maynard

  Formatting by Glenna Maynard

  Editing by Emily Snow

  Proof Reading by Michelle Simm and Jen Wildner

  Always Was Mineis a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events portrayed in this book either are from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, establishments, events, or location is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Please do not take offence to the content, as it is FICTION.

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  Dedication

  G-baby, Thank you for kicking my ass into gear.. You’re my rockstar. Love you Snookum’s xoxo

  Acknowledgments

  Michelle – Thank you for the work you put into going over this book! <3

  Penny – You know you’ll love it.. hehe. Also sorry for what will happen.

  Emmie-Poo – I love you to the moon and back. Thank you for all you’re help.

  My author and blogger friends – Thank you for the love, support and the pimping, *Fist Bump*

  And of course, to my readers – Thank you for continued support.

  Contents

  Title Page

  Blurb

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Acknowledgements

  Prologue

  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

  Epilogue 1

  Epilogue 2

  About Dawn

  More Books By Dawn

  Prologue

  Trevor

  When the knife comes down at me again and again, I cry out like a little bitch. Vic finally has his revenge against my brother. The two clubs have been at war for ages, the Satan’s could never get a charter in New Brunswick since the Untamed own the whole province, but that wasn’t the same for the Untamed. Hangman has Untamed Charters all over the damn country, even a few in the States. Although the last year or so, I thought the two clubs were somewhat under some sort of truce.

  But now, the truce has been broken. Vic was just waiting for a chance to get my brother alone, or in this case, me. “Didn’t want to do this, kid, but your brother needs a fucking lesson. He was supposed to make this meeting, not you,” Vic growls.

  I’m barely hanging on, the beating is starting to take its toll on me, as he talks about how he hates Hangman, how he stole members, girls, and cash. Everything feels cold, until I feel nothing at all. I can’t help but wonder if this is truly what it feels like to die. So cold, teeth chattering, that I become so numb to the pain. Even in death I can’t escape my brother. No, that would be too damn easy. I can hear his steely voice in my head, “Told you to be smarter. Shit, you’re a real special form of dumb fuck, aren’t you?” I imagine that is what he’d say if he could see me now. Just as quickly as his voice appeared it fades away.

  My mind shifts to Tori, my woman, the family we’re probably never going to have now. All I ever wanted was her, to love and protect her. I cherish her above all else, she is my world, my everything. Thoughts of her are what have kept me holding on this long. When she finally gave me a chance at more than being just her best friend, the first time she told me she loved me, and the first time we made love. The memory that stays with me the longest, the one I’m savoring, is how just the other day I asked her to be my wife and run away together, leave behind my brother, who always manages to keep me in his world and this city. And I pray to God, my brother doesn’t get his hands on her; he’ll make a move on her, now that I’m out of the way. I have seen how he looks at her, not with love, because the only thing he loves, is his club. What choice will she have? No one tells my brother no and lives to tell about it.

  Hours later, maybe days, someone saves me. I’m moved and rolled into a hospital; the bright lights shine in my eyes and I give in to the urge to close them. “It will be okay, kid, just hang in there,” I’m told.

  *~*

  My brother destroyed my life. I lived after Vic’s assault on me, but no one knows that except for the hospital and the people who helped me heal after all the surgeries. I suffered head trauma, had multiple stab wounds, and my face was carved up and half the bones in it were shattered. Not a surprise since Vic punched me using brass knuckles. When they, the hospital staff, knew who I was, considering everyone knows I want nothing to do with the club life, they made sure it was all hush-hush. The cop who found me has been trying to get my brother locked up for years, but of course, the system is shit, and he gets out a month or two later, always. He let me stay with him until I was fully healed, and made sure I had wheels and some money to get me out of this place. Of course, if anyone ever actually checked things out they would find the paper trail to my changed my last name. I sent a fake obituary to the town paper for them to publish, and dug up a body from the tunnels Carson buries his victims in. That’s who they’re burying. With a body, my brother will never think to look into anything though.

  I see them lower my fake body down into the ground. I no
tice that my brother must have called in many of the other Charters, because this is the biggest funeral gathering I’ve ever seen, even my own father’s wasn’t this big.

  I spot my mother first, she’s on her knees screeching. The only person trying to keep her from going into the grave with the casket is the pastor. No one else in the club will help her; she might be Rage’s old lady now, but she first belonged to my father. When my father was done with her, he handed her over to Rage as a gift, no one knows why the hell he made her his old lady.

  Then I see Tori, even in her grief, she’s beautiful. She’s wearing the same black dress she wore when her grandmother passed away; I’m surprised it still fits her. One hand is keeping her long thick blonde curls, that are blowing in the wind, from getting in her face, the other is wiping tears away. As Tori sobs, I wish so badly I could go to her, hold her in my arms and take her away.

  But I can’t, not when I’m trying to make sure Carson thinks I’m dead. The last two weeks since he’s found out I was murdered, I watched him not give a flying fuck. He went along with life as if everything was normal. He set me up.

  I see red when I watch him grab Tori, bringing her into him, hugging her. Three weeks ago, she was in my arms. I was making love to her, promising her the moon. Now she’s grieving over me, with my fucking brother bringing her comfort in my place.

  I know it’s only a matter of time before he steals her away.

  I move away from my spot in the trees and head north, away from this town, this province, away from my woman. Off to start over. I’ve heard about the change in Satan’s Law MC, that’s where I’m heading. Starting new, in a place my brother would never think to find me, if he ever was smart enough to realize I wasn’t actually dead.

  Once I’m there I’ll be starting plastic surgery on my face, even without the surgery I wouldn’t be recognizable, but I don’t want to look like a freak either, it only takes one person to realize I’m not dead, and I have to do everything I can to stay out of Hangman’s life. Even if that means giving up Tori.

  Chapter 1

  Hangman

  I take a swig from the bottle of Jack while the blonde bitch is deep throating my cock. I just got home after a week away picking up the gun shipment from up north. The ride was long and there wasn’t any fuckin’ pussy along the way either. The second I got my ass into the clubhouse, I pulled one of the whores into my room with a bottle, and got to work.

  “Am I better than Vicky?” Blondie asks, slurping at my dick.

  One thing the whores in the club are never allowed to do, is disrespect any old lady, especially mine. They do, their ass is dead. My old lady knew what she was getting into when she married me, this life isn’t for everyone, and at first, I didn’t think she would be cut out for it.

  I love the fuck outta her, but biker life, my life, is what it is. If I want my wife’s pussy, I go home. If I don’t feel like goin’ home, I grab a club girl and fuck her brains out while my Old Lady looks the other way.

  I yank Blondie up by her hair and bring her face close to mine.

  “What did you just say?” I say, seething.

  Her eyes are wide. “I-I-I’m sorry,” she sputters out.

  I throw her off me and pull my pants back on. “You know the mother fuckin’ rules, bitch,” I roar at her, punching her in the face. I hear the crunch of her nose breaking as my bedroom door swings open.

  “What’s goin’ on, Pres?” Rage, my VP, asks.

  “This whore here made a comment about Vicky,” I tell him, pulling my gun from the top of my dresser. I aim it at the whore who is pleading for me to not kill her, and fire it off, hitting her directly between the eyes.

  “Clean that shit up.” I throw my hand out toward the bloody mess I just made and walk out of my room to the bar.

  I get out to the main area and see a few girls dancing on one of our six pool tables naked. Before the night is over, those two will be eating each other’s pussy while they get pounded from behind by Scraper and Jagger.

  I sit down on the barstool next to Penny who is sitting naked. One of the club rules for our parties is the women come naked if they want to be a hole we can use. Why bother ruining the fun having to take off their fuckin’ clothes. I run my hand along her leg and move it towards her pussy, flicking at her clit.

  “God, that feels good,” she breathes out. I insert a finger, causing her to gasp. “Fuck, Hangman.”

  “Let’s go,” I say, not moving my hand from her wet cunt.

  I move over to one of the other pool tables, interrupting a game being played by a few brothers and lay her down.

  “Spread.”

  She does as I demand and spreads her legs wide. Penny is known for having a loose cunt, so I go directly for her ass while fisting her pussy. She flinches slightly but doesn’t resist. “Good girl,” I mutter.

  As I thrust harder into her she tries reaching for my hair. “Rage,” I call, he knows what to do.

  Taking her arms and holding them in place he slightly moves her to the side, so he can join in on the fun, shoving his cock down her throat. Bitch loves this shit. She’s already coming all over my hand. She gags a few times but forces herself to relax and he fucks her throat, hard and deep.

  I feel my balls harden and I pull out quickly, ripping the condom off and letting my spunk fly all over her. Rage finishes in her mouth and we move away. “Clean that shit up and get gone. You’re done for tonight,” I tell her,walking back to the bar for another drink.

  Tori

  I know Carson got home last night, because word around town this morning was that the party last night was epic. Every time there is a party, my heart sinks because I know what he’s doing. Every time he comes home smelling of another woman, or tries to kiss me before washing his face, smelling like another woman’s vagina, I cry inside. I refused to kiss him once and he backhanded me so hard I saw stars.

  Probably bad on my part, moving onto my first love’s brother. But things just happened. Megan, Trevor’s mother, sunk into such a depression when he died, she was always more quiet, timid, wanting the best for her son, and was happy he was with me and not part of the club, but his death brought out her evil side. Something I didn’t want anything to do with. I saw how she treated the other Old Ladies around town. I was civil of course, polite to her, but I never went out of my way to talk with her or invite her over. She didn’t even blink when I ended up with Trevor’s brother. I never much liked or cared for him while I was with Trevor, but the day Trev died was the day Carson changed towards me.

  We were each other’s rock through the funeral. Became friends, shared stories with each other about Trevor, all of it. Carson was sweet, kind, made an effort. Mostly he was acting the way Trevor used to act with me. I’m not sure what it was, but once the marriage licence was signed, it was like a switch. The Carson I always heard about from Trevor, came out, the sweet and caring man that I grew to love, was gone.

  I knew when I signed on to be his Old Lady that I didn’t have a say in the club life, the girls, any of it. I never thought about him cheating on me, but I learned quickly it was the way it was going to be, and that was that. While, I thought I could look past all that, now, I can’t. I never should have agreed to be his woman. Not when I was madly in love with his brother. The brother I gave my everything to, the man I loved more than anything. But he was dead and I needed to move on.

  I love Carson, but I just don’t know how I can stay married to him anymore. Since I knew Carson is probably sleeping off the latest whore and hangover, I decided to drive to my lawyer’s office to finish the paperwork for divorce.

  Carson has no idea I’m doing this. And I hope to god he doesn’t find out before I can finish this. If he found out beforehand, he would kill me. It wouldn’t be the first time someone in the club killed off their old lady for doing that. Well, I can’t say for sure if the club killed her, but when I saw the news about the woman murdered and who she was. I knew she was an Old Lady to one of the memb
ers, didn’t take much to figure out it was obviously the club. Especially considering her property ink was cut off her. I never did get my piece, Carson told me my skin was too beautiful to ink, instead he gave me a collar with his name on it and told me I was to wear it whenever I was out of the house. The only place I didn’t wear it was when I was teaching.

  I walk into the office and go right to the back room, knocking. “Come in,” Patterson shouts through the door. I was going to ask my cousin Lilly’s dad to help me with this, but I didn’t want anything to happen to him. I don’t want anything to happen to Patterson either, but if I got my cousin’s dad killed by my husband, it would be on my hands. I didn’t want that. Patterson has dealings with the club often, I know it’s where he gets his blow from, so I won’t feel so bad if something happens to him. At first, Patterson said no way he was taking my case, but since I had pictures of him in my husband’s strip club and spa, Patterson was quick to change his mind. He obviously doesn’t want his wife to find out. What he doesn’t know is that I’ve made copies, and the second the divorce is final, I’m still sending them to his her.

  “Hey, is everything almost done?” I ask.

  “Yes, but now I need to ask. Are you sure? Because once this gets delivered, there is no going back.”

  I nod, tears filling my eyes. “Yes. I can’t turn a blind eye anymore,” I confirm, looking down.

  I found out two weeks ago that Carson got one of the club girls pregnant a few years after we were married. The worst part is that the little girl is in my classroom this year. Having to look at her, the product of my husband’s unfaithfulness, every day is just something I can’t do anymore. I know it isn’t Emily’s fault, but every time I look at her face, I see his betrayals, every single one. She has his same dark blue eyes, his dimpled chin, as well as his cheek dimples. Staring in her face is like looking at a female version of Carson. She is a permanent reminder that my husband doesn’t truly love me, not in the way he should, or the way I had hoped.