Bottom Line_Nomad Bikers
Copyright © Chelsea Camaron 2017
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This is a work of fiction. All character, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
1 st edition published: November 30, 2017
Editing by: C&D Editing and Asli Fratarcangeli
Author Lifesaving Critique Partner: Ryan Michele
Cover Design by: Cover Me Darling Picture: Shutterstock
Formatting by: M.L. Pahl of IndieVention Designs
ISBN-13: 978-1979347655
ISBN-10: 1979347654
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This book contains mature content not suitable for those under the age of 18. Content involves strong language, violence, and sexual situations. All parties portrayed in sexual situation are over the age of 18. All characters are a work of fiction.
This book is not meant to be an exact depiction of a motorcycle club, but rather a work of fiction meant to entertain.
*** Warning: This book contains graphic situations that may be a trigger for some readers. Please understand this is a work of fiction and not meant to offend or misrepresent any situations. There is quite a bit of violence, so if that’s not what you’re looking for, then please don’t read. There are also some m/f/m experiences and some m/m encounters – if this is a subject matter you are not comfortable with then please don’t read. ***
B OTTOM L INE
B eaten at the hands of peers, he knows judgment. The domino effect of one person’s crime going unpunished never heals.
He’s no saint.
Mitchell “Trapper” Gates fears nothing. He begs for death and relishes life on the edge.
He’s also not afraid to call himself a sinner.
Trapper knows what it is to be violated and what it feels like to deliver a death blow. He knows love and he knows pain.
However, one person knows his every secret.
When Avery has waited long enough, can Trapper see beyond their past and into their future? Or is he too late?
Love, hate, anger, and passion collide as the time comes and the devil demands his due.
*Each book in the Devil’s Due MC is a standalone, full-length, second chance romance. Contains adult content, language, and violence not suitable for readers under the age of 18. This is not an exact depiction of life in a motorcycle club, but rather a work of fiction meant to entertain. (Paperback page count is 306 in a 5x8 sizing).
Author’s Note:
Bottom Line is split into multiple sections. The beginning is a refresher of what we have learned from Trapper’s point of view in the previous books. If you missed any of those books, the final chapter is always Bottom Line Bonus Time with Trapper and those excerpts are first.
The second section is the past. You will learn all there is to learn between Trapper and Avery long before he landed on Old Dog’s doorstep a bloody mess.
The middle section is the present. Can Trapper find Avery? Can they fix what was long ago broken between them?
The final section is everyone’s epilogue. Since Trapper invaded everyone’s books, I felt it only necessary to give them each a chapter and an update for you in his book. In the final section you will find one chapter per couple in the Devil’s Due MC.
Thank you for going on the road with these six nomads. Thank you for cheering them on as they found vengeance and love along the ride. This is the final book in the Devil’s Due MC and I truly hope you have loved this series as much as I have.
T ABLE OF C ONTENTS
Section One – Bonus Time refresher
Chapter One: Crossover
Chapter Two: In the Red
Chapter Three: Below the Line
Chapter Four: Close the Tab
Chapter Five: Day of Reckoning
Chapter Six: Paid in Full
Section Two – The Past … sets into motion our future
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Section Three – The Present … isn’t easy and it’s as ugly as the past
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Section Four – Bottom Line … the devil’s debts are paid up where do we go from here
Chapter Twenty-One: Collector and Sonnie
Chapter Twenty-Two: X and Hadley
Chapter Twenty-Three: Judge and Tamalyn
Chapter Twenty-Four: Rowdy and Michele
Chapter Twenty-Five: Deacon and Tempest
Chapter Twenty-Six: Trapper, Avery, and Meaghan
About the Author
Excerpt from Panty Snatcher by Chelsea Camaron
Excerpt from Bound by Family by Ryan Michele
Excerpt from Challenged by Ryan Michele
SECTION ONE
Bottom Line Bonus Additions Revisited
Chapter One
Bottom Line: Crossover
~Trapper~
T ossing back a shot, I let the alcohol burn all the way down. The house mouse grinding on my lap and lapping at my neck only makes the room spin more as I let my buzz win out over my consciousness.
After our turn around here, I will keep my eyes, ears, and mind open to taking the backs of the men of Vipers Creed MC. I can respect the changes they are trying to make for their club and community. I can respect the way they are trying to keep their shit as their own and not let any outsider roll in and make a mess of what they have under control.
“Wanna fuck, buttercup?” I slur into her hair that is sticking out everywhere, making me practically choke on each word.
“Oh, yeah,” she moans, reaching between us to unbutton my jeans.
Blowing out more of her hair, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I look at the screen, and my stomach churns.
The whore grinds down on my crotch, making my jeans scrape hard against my dick. The pain is another reminder as I close my eyes and the memories invade.
“Mitchell,” the voice says my name in a needy rasp. “I’ve got you trapped.” The whisper causes my ass to tighten in protection.
I feel dirty. I need to vomit.
I push the mouse off me, only for her to step back and pull her shirt off. In her version of sexy, she shimmies in front of me and my brothers.
“You dirty whore,” I slur honestly.
She simply smirks in challenge. “You gonna give me dirty?”
Standing, I wobble as the room spins before I straighten and crowd her space. When she’s backed to the wall, wrapping her hands around my neck and scratching into my flesh, I lean down and lick her cheek.
She laughs, and I simply push my body into hers.
Trapped.
She’s trapped. I was trapped once. My mind goes wild.
Turning her to face the wall, I kick the inside of her legs to spread them wide. Then I lift the short-ass skirt she is wearing, and I see a set of lips tattooed on her ass a
nd the fabric of a green thong. The string slides up her ass cheeks tightly. I pull hard on either side, ripping it roughly from her body.
“You want dirty?” I ask as I slide my fingers from the front of her pussy all the way up the slit of her ass, teasing her pussy and asshole as I pass them. She shakes her ass cheeks at me, wanting more.
Wavering, I step back as Rowdy tosses me a condom, and I catch it against my chest.
“Safety first, brother.” He laughs loudly as he sits back with his beer without a single care that I’m going to fuck this broad in front of him.
Undoing my jeans, I release my cock then stroke it to firm before opening the rubber and covering myself.
With two fingers, I dive into her pussy, causing her to cry out in surprise. Then, with a palm to each ass cheek, I spread her wide before I slide my cock into her pussy. She slaps the wall in front of her wildly as she presses her ass back, trying to force me in deeper. I use my hands to keep her still and slowly work my way in at my own pace.
When she tries to push again, I swat her ass, immediately blushing the skin, and she stills. Then, her ass cheeks still spread wide, I dip my right thumb into her anus just as I slide my cock all the way to the hilt inside her. With a matching rhythm, I move them both in and out of her rapidly, sending the whore over the edge.
“Fucking trapped,” I growl as I break out into a sweat. “Fucking dirty and trapped.” I pound away as she goes limp in her aftershocks.
I let out a war cry as I pump away, finally finding my release and drunkenly falling against her, pressing her into the wall.
Catching my breath, I push away and pull out, ripping the condom from my limp dick. I then tuck my junk away, feeling the bile building in my stomach.
Stomping off wordlessly, I toss the condom in the trash as I enter the bathroom and proceed to lose the contents of the day into the toilet.
Fucking trapped. Fucking filthy. Some things never change, no matter where I go.
One day, I will have to go home. One day, I will have to face hell. One day, I will be accountable for all the bad, the good, and the don’t matters. One day, it’s all going to come to a head.
After all, the devil always gets his due.
Chapter Two
Bottom Line: In the Red
~Trapper~
“R oll tide,” the high voice greets me.
“You just wake up?” I shouldn’t ask, but I did. I shouldn’t care, but I do. I shouldn’t even consider it, but I’m too far gone now.
“No, and would it matter if I did?” There is hope laced in each word. It needs to die. All I’m doing is making this worse in the long run.
Hope leads to inevitable disappointment. The history between Avery and me is a tangled mess, one that landed me bloody on Old Earl’s doorstep more than once.
“I’m in town, but heading back out,” I cut to the chase. Just like ripping off a Band-Aid, I need to make this quick. “I’ve made some new arrangements for you.”
“Why?” the question automatically comes out.
If only I knew why I had made the deal in the first place, it would answer more than just this momentary question.
“Gave my word. Keep my word.”
“You’re released from your obligation, Mitchell.” The sound of my given name from that voice is my heaven and my hell entwined.
“If you stay at this place, you’ll be doing me and a friend a solid favor.”
“A favor, huh?” There is a sharpness to the tone, and it hits me in my gut.
“Gotta ride for a while. Collector … Well, he collected himself an old lady, and she’s got herself a house here. Real nice place, low key, and no neighbors on top of you like the apartment.”
“Go on,” Avery encourages, and for a moment, I have hope.
“She’s got some fish. Feed the fish, keep ’em alive, and the place is yours. When we make our way back to ’Bama, we’ll discuss what happens next.”
“Don’t treat me like a dirty, little secret, Mitchell.”
“Avery,” I growl. “I don’t have time for this shit right now. You stayin’ at Sonnie’s or what?”
“I’ll consider it.”
“Dammit, what’s it gonna take to make you okay again?”
“When the time comes and you make your way back, we make a decision for good. No more waiting around, Mitchell. No more drunk calls after the skank pussy didn’t satisfy you. This is it.”
My chest heaves in anxiety. I can’t lose Avery. I can’t hold on, either.
“This is it,” I concede into the phone before I disconnect the call.
Fucking ultimatums.
The green eyes looking back at me from the mirror contain unknown evil. Swinging, I connect my fist with the glass. The mirror shatters as the blood drips down the drain.
I watch as the white sink basin fills with the red splatters of my blood dripping from my knuckles; the stark red contrasting against the white.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Bringing my head up, I see a reflection staring back at me in pieces. The reflection should be of a man. Instead, it’s a fractured soul.
Fractured.
Broken.
Damaged.
I was in the red before I was ever born. A bastard boy born to a whore, I have had Satan in my blood since conception. My debt to the devil himself will never be cleared.
Just like Ralphie, I know what forbidden is. As much as it pains Dover and Sonnie to live without Raleigh, she’s better off.
The scars to our souls never heal.
Why did we have to come here of all places?
The display on my phone lights up as it vibrates against the countertop.
I don’t answer.
My mind hears his voice without allowing him the connection. “Mitchell.” The rasp of my name comes off sultry and needy. I don’t answer but my mind gives him the power as the past slams into my head.
The phone stops as my cock hardens from memories.
The vibration comes again, and the screen lights up. Looking down, I see the same name appear.
Freeing my dick, I stroke, rolling up and down firmly, twisting the head. What I don’t do is answer the call.
The blood from my busted knuckles runs down over my cock, working as lube.
“Mitchell,” my mind replays his voice. “I’ve got you trapped,” he whispers, and my ass tightens.
I close my eyes and swear I can feel him.
Tight.
Breaking through.
No barrier. Nothing hidden.
I stroke faster. My breaths come quicker and harder. My head falls against the mirror, the shards digging in.
Pain.
I stroke wildly, releasing my come in a mess against the countertop and cabinet. Jizz and blood mix together on my hand as I work myself until I fall limp in my own hand.
Bringing my fingers to my lips, I let myself taste forbidden once again. I blink my eyes open, looking at the many versions of me in the broken glass. Then I turn on the faucet to clean up. When I make it back, I’m going to lose it all this time.
Another tally marked on the books, another debt claimed. The time has come for another ride.
After all, the devil always gets what he’s due.
Chapter Three
Bottom Line: Below the Line
~Trapper~
I shouldn’t do this, but I don’t stop myself from dialing the number. The voice that is a twist of my own personal heaven and hell answers on the third ring.
Watching Hadley push to overcome her assault reminds me of my own. Then when the cops said we couldn’t leave town so both X and Hads were stuck in the town that took everything they had to give and more, it snapped something inside of me.
I avoid home as much as possible.
Leed, Alabama is not a bad town, but it haunts me. Everything bad that could happen to me, happened there.
And the only thing good I have ever known is there, too. Only,
I’m not man enough to face Avery again. I shouldn’t have called is my immediate thought, but the answer on the other end keeps me from disconnecting.
“Mitchell, everything all right?” My cock immediately comes to life.
“Yes, Avery. Just wanted to see how you’re doing,” I aim to sound casual.
There is a pause. “Fine.”
“How’s the weather?” I ask, knowing how fucking lame I am. Everything between Avery and I has been one big mess after another.
“Shitstorm, if you’re asking.” The tone is bitter and I deserve it.
My cock hardens painfully feeding off the anger. Avery mad is a fire that can’t be washed out. It’s hot as hell.
“I’m trying here, Avery.”
The response is a laugh. “You’re trying to ease your guilt. All is forgiven, Mitchell.”
Deciding a change in tactic is necessary, I switch subjects. “How are the fish?”
“The fish are still swimming. Dory reminds them to keep going all the time.”
“Drop the attitude, Avery. I’m fucking trying.”
“Too little, too late. No need to feel guilty, no need to call and check in. I’ll keep the fish alive till your precious friends make their way home, but I’m done waiting on you, Mitchell. I’m done being a secret. I’ve moved on. You should, too. We need to be free from our past together.”
The resounding click is ten times louder in my head than in reality.
I smile even though I am anything but happy.
“I’ll never be free. I’m forever trapped,” I whisper to the air around me as I hear his voice play in my head once again. “I’ve got you trapped. This is how you like it after all. Rough, forbidden.”
I stroke my length. My ass tightens painfully as I close my eyes and go back.
I sold my soul a long time ago. I will never know freedom. I will never know acceptance. I will never know love.
I had the chance with Avery and blew it all to hell. Who was I protecting back then? Me? Avery? Or the world?