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Exposed: Oath Keepers MC
Exposed: Oath Keepers MC
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Cain
I was a fool to believe that my club and fighting meant everything to me.
One look at London Layla Traverson and she proved me wrong.
 
She'd changed so much with time, but that cool blue gaze gave her away.
She was still mine and she always would be.
 
London
Seeing Cain again swept me off my feet, but my happiness didn't matter.
My best friend was in trouble and I knew what was coming for her.
I had to get to Tennessee and help her, even if it meant leaving my love behind.
 
No one had any idea that I had a secret of my own.
A secret that meant Cain would be mine, forever.

 

(Oath Keepers MC) Book 1,
HEA/No Cheating

Re edited as of 7/3/2017

 

LanguageEnglish
Release dateApr 17, 2015
ISBN9781516391677
Exposed: Oath Keepers MC
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Sapphire Knight

Sapphire Knight is a Wall Street Journal, USA Today, and International Bestselling Author of Secrets, Exposed, Relinquish, Corrupted, Forsaken Control, Unwanted Sacrifices, Friction, Unexpected Forfeit, Russian Roulette, Princess, Freight Train(1st Time Love), Gangster, Undercover Intentions, Daydream, Princess, Chevelle, 3 Times the Heat, Baby, The Vendetti Empire, The Vendetti Queen, Cherry, Little White Lies, Ugly Dark Truth, Harvard Academy Elite, Bliss, Heathen, Bash, Opposites Attract, The Vendetti Seven, The Vendetti Coward, Mad Max, Hunter, and Hollywood. The series are called Russkaya Mafiya, Oath Keepers MC, Ground and Pound, Dirty Down South, Harvard Academy, Kings of Carnage MC VP, and Royal Bastards MC Texas. Sapphire's a Texas girl who's crazy about football. She's always had a passion for writing. She originally studied psychology and feels that it's added to her drive in writing. Her books all reflect on what she loves to read herself. When she's not busy in her writing cave, she's playing with her three Doberman Pinschers. She loves to donate to help animals and watch a good action movie. www.authorsapphireknight.com and also find her on Bookbub!

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    Copyright © 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021 by Sapphire Knight

    Cover Design by CT Cover Creations

    Editing by Mitzi Carroll

    Formatting by Formatting Done Wright

    This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

    All rights reserved. With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the author.

    The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

    Oath Keepers MC Series

    Forsaken Control

    Friction

    Princess

    Sweet Surrender – free short story

    Love and Obey – free short story

    Daydream

    Baby

    Chevelle

    Cherry

    Heathen

    Russkaya Mafiya Series

    Secrets

    Exposed

    Relinquish

    Corrupted

    Corrupted Counterparts – free short story

    Unwanted Sacrifices

    Undercover Intentions

    Dirty Down South Series

    Freight Train

    3 Times the Heat

    2 Times the Bliss

    The Vendetti Famiglia

    The Vendetti Empire - part 1

    The Vendetti Queen - part 2

    The Vendetti Seven – part 3

    The Vendetti Coward – part 4

    ––––––––

    Harvard Academy Elite

    Little White Lies

    Ugly Dark Truth

    Royal Bastards MC Texas

    Opposites Attract

    Kings of Carnage MC Series

    Bash – Vice President

    KOC next installment (coming May 2021)

    The Chicago Crew

    Gangster

    Mad Max

    Complete Standalones

    Gangster

    Unexpected Forfeit

    The Main Event – free short story

    Oath Keepers MC Collection

    Russian Roulette

    Tease – Short Story Collection

    Oath Keepers MC Hybrid Collection

    Vendetti Duet

    Harvard Academy Elite

    Viking - free newsletter short story

    Dirty Down South Collection

    Warning

    This novel includes graphic language and adult situations. It may be offensive to some readers and includes situations that may be hotspots for certain individuals. This book is intended for ages 17 and older due to steamy, sexy, hotness that will have you jumping your man. This work is fictional. The story is meant to entertain the reader and may not always be completely accurate. Any reproduction of these works without Author Sapphire Knight’s written consent is pirating and will be punished to the fullest extent of the law. Stealing this book makes you a thieving prick and I hope your tits fall off.

    This book is fiction.

    The guys are over the top Alphas.

    My men and women are nuts.

    This is not real.

    Don’t steal my shit, I have bills too.

    Read for enjoyment.

    This is not your momma’s cookbook.

    Easily offended people should not read this.

    Don’t be a dick

    My husband - I love you more than words can express. Thank you for the support you’ve shown me. Somedays you drive me crazy, other days I just want to kiss your face off. Who knew this would turn out to be our life, but in this journey, I wouldn’t want to spend it with anyone else. Thanks for falling for my brand of crazy. Thank you for putting up with my shenanigans. I love you, I’m thankful for you, I can’t say it enough.

    My boys - You are my whole world. I love you both. This never changes, and you better not be reading these books until you’re thirty and tell yourself your momma did not write them! I can never express how grateful I am for your support. You are quick to tell me that my career makes you proud, that I make you proud. As far as mom wins go; that one takes the cake. I love you with every beat of my heart and I will forever.

    Editor Mitzi Carroll – You’re one of the most dedicated, kindest people I’ve come across in this industry. I will forever be grateful that J.C. Valentine suggested I ask for your help. I was lost at a time in my career and you literally jumped in and saved me. I will never forget that or how much you’ve helped me grow since then. You are a true gem and I look forward to finally getting to hug you in Cincinnati! Your hard work makes mine stand out, and I’m so grateful! Thank you for pouring tons of hours into my passion and being so wonderful to me.

    Cover Designer CT Cover Creations – You blow me away with each design! I don’t know how you do it, but you render me speechless over and over. I cannot thank you enough for the wonderful work you’ve done for me and the amazing friendship you’ve offered. Your support truly means so much!

    Model Johnny Kane – Thank you for being such a great person to work with and a good sport about being ‘a biker guy.’

    Formatter Brenda Wright – Thank you for making my work look professional and beautiful.

    My Blogger Friends –YOU ARE AMAZING! I LOVE YOU!  No really, I do!!! You take a new chance on me with each book, and, in return, share my passion with the world. You never truly get enough credit, and I’m forever grateful!

    My Readers – I love you. You make my life possible, thank you. I can’t wait to meet many of you this year and in the future!

    Table of Contents

    Also by Sapphire

    Acknowledgements

    Dedicated to

    Common MC Terms

    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

    Epilogue

    Stay Up to Date with Sapphire

    MC - Motorcycle Club

    Prez - President

    VP - Vice President

    SAA - Sgt. at Arms

    Ol’ Lady - Significant Other

    Chapel - Place Where Church is Held

    Clubhouse/ Compound – MC home base

    Church - MC ‘Meeting’

    (charter, road name, position, ol’ lady, nickname, kids, book title)

    Oath Keepers/Widow Makers hybrid charter:

    Viking – President (Prez),

    Heir to the Widow Makers MC, previous NOMAD,

    Princess aka Cinderella - ol’ lady (Princess)

    Odin – Vice President (VP), Vikings younger blood brother,

    previous Widow Maker, Cherry - ol’ lady (Cherry)

    Torch – Death Dealer (punisher/enforcer), previous Widow Maker,

    grew up with Viking, Annabelle Teague - daughter

    Saint and Sinner – Hell Raisers, previous NOMADS,

    Jude aka Baby - ol’ lady (Baby)

    Nightmare – Good friend to Viking and Exterminator,

    club officer, previous NOMAD, Bethany aka Daydream - ol’ lady,

    Maverick – son (Daydream)

    Blaze – Vikings cousin and Princess’ security,

    previous Widow Maker

    Amelia aka Teach – ol’ lady (Heathen)

    Chaos – Close with the NOMADS, Ex NFL football player

    Smokey – Treasurer, previous Widow Maker

    Mercenary – Transfer from Chicago Charter, newest officer,

    Chevelle aka Chevy - ol’ lady, Hemi, Nova, Shelby – son and daughters (Chevelle)

    Frost – Prospect, Bronx’ blood brother

    Karma – Prospect, twin to Rage

    Rage – Prospect, twin to Karma

    Scot – Deceased

    Bronx – Deceased

    ––––––––

    NOMADS:

    Exterminator

    Ruger

    Spider

    Knuckle Buster

    Magnum

    Original Oath Keepers MC:

    Ares – Prez, Avery - ol’ lady (Forsaken Control)

    Cain – VP, London - ol’ lady, Jamison Cade – son (Exposed)

    2 Piece – Gun Runner – SAA, Avery - ol’ lady (Relinquish)

    Twist – Unholy One, Sadie aka Sadie Baby - ol’ lady, Cyle – son (Friction)

    Spin – Treasurer

    Snake – Previous President’s son, Peppermint - ol’ lady (Sweet Surrender)

    Capone – Deceased

    Smiles – Deceased

    Shooter – Deceased

    Scratch – Deceased

    Rivals

    Iron Fists MC

    Twisted Snakes MC

    Mexican Cartel

    Clubs Mentioned

    Menace Mayhem MC – Alaska Charter – Grizzly

    MY SONS

    Jr- For thinking I’m some famous Author. When in reality, I’m just another little fish swimming in a great big ocean.

    Jay- For always getting Momma her laptop and another soda. You have no idea just how important your job really is.

    Six Months Ago...

    Fuck, I’m hungover. I have to quit doing this shit to myself. Having a shower helped a little, but a shot of Jack and some aspirin should make the fucking pounding chill out.

    I make my way out of my room and down the hall to the bar area. Glancing around, I take in the bar of the clubhouse.

    Man, this place is trashed.

    There are empty beer bottles and full ashtrays covering every surface. The shiny bar is the only clean piece of furniture in the room. It calls to me like a beacon. Trekking toward it, I kick trash and what looks like a few pairs of panties out of the way.

    Yo, Cain, you beat that pussy up last night, man?

    Glancing over, I notice 2 Piece sitting in a booth back in the corner of the room. Damn, man, I didn’t see you. Yeah, I hit that shit then sent her ass packin’. Why? You hit it after me?

    I grab a glass and a lemon from the bar and make my way over to him. He’s already got a bottle of Jack in front of him. Guess he had the same idea.

    Fuck, no, man. I had that crazy redhead stripper grinding on my shit all night. Not bad pussy either, he mutters and takes a big gulp of Jack.

    Taking a seat across from him, I pour myself a double—just enough to chase this shit out of my head but not enough to make me want to puke.

    You chasing the beast, too, brother? My fuckin’ head is killing me today. I drink and then suck on my lemon.

    Yep. You’re a nasty fucker, eating that shit after a nice sip of whiskey. He cringes at my lemon with distaste, and I chuckle.

    They never believe me when I tell them that lemon has Vitamin C and helps you bounce back quicker. They all give me shit for it, but whatever. I’m always feeling better quicker than they do in the end.

    I finish my whiskey and stand up, stretching my muscles out. Shit. I’m sore all over.

    I’m out, man; I’ll be back later. I salute at 2 Piece and head for the door.

    Later, brother. Don’t forget you have a fight tonight, he calls after me.

    Fuck. I did forget.

    Yeah, I’ll be ready, I holler and roll my eyes.

    Geez, I have to wake up some more.

    You better be, fucker. If I lose my money betting on your ass, I’m gonna kick it after you’re done.

    Ha, your ass should be paying me for winning you that motherfucking money!

    2 Piece is cool as fuck. He’s one of the first brothers I got close to when I started to come around the club. Opening the door, the heat hits me hard. It’s worse on days like today when I feel like dog shit.

    Hotter than a nice piece of ass today, I think and make my way toward my girl.

    Hey, pretty girl, you all ready to go for a ride?

    The guys give me shit for talking to my bike, but I’ve heard a few of them talk to theirs, too. They just like giving me shit since I’m one of the youngest in the club. I’ve fought my ass off this year for my bike. She’s a 2014 Harley Davidson Custom Iron 883 with Hard Candy custom black paint and all black trim. My girl isn’t really made for long rides, but I can always use my old bike if I need to.

    I take my small shammy towel out and lightly dust her off, then climb on and kick my kickstand back and start her up. The rumble vibrates through my muscles, and it’s a feeling of comfort like a nice home-cooked meal.

    Yeah, like I’ve actually had one of those recently. Speaking of food...

    I need to get my ass to H.E.B. before all the church freaks show up. Glancing down at my watch, I check the time. 11:30. I may just make it before they swarm the damn grocery store.

    ****

    I pull into the H.E.B. parking lot and, thankfully, they don’t appear busy yet. Sundays after twelve p.m. and everyone seems to leave church to come straight here. It’s like some weird ritual or something.

    Then I have to deal with their judging eyes. The holier-than-thou seem to think I’m a menace because of my tattoo-covered arms, hands, and neck. I always wear clean clothes, but it doesn’t matter when I have my Oath Keepers MC cut on. I’m automatically a hellion.

    I may be a brawler, in a motorcycle club, enjoy partying, and ride a bike, but I’ve known plenty of people that are worse than myself.

    If any of you fucks had half a clue what bad really is, I’d look like a fuckin’ saint.

    The air-conditioning hits me as I enter, and it’s like a drink of cool, refreshing water.

    Christ, it’s a hot Texas day today.

    I’m thinking that run up north right now might be a decent idea after all. I only go on the longer runs when they need my strength. I usually help the Club Enforcer, Ares, with his duties. It’s relaxing to weed out the fucks that need to be persuaded, found, killed, et cetera.

    I never once stated that I’m a good guy, just that I’ve met worse.

    I fucking hate shopping—does anyone actually enjoy this shit? This is why the brothers have their regular fucks go to the store for them. I’m too picky for that though.

    I like what I like and don’t need some piece of ass getting whatever she feels like. Men’s body wash—Old Spice Sport, Toothpaste—Aquafresh, Mouthwash—Colgate spearmint, and Garnier hair goop for my faux hawk. Bitches don’t know that shit, and I don’t want any of them to figure it out, either.

    I better pick up some grub and Gatorade while I’m here, too. Granola bars, Nutri-Grain bars, Honey Buns, red Gatorade, and some chicken strips for my lunch—check. I make my way up toward the cashiers.

    I’m passing by the orange juice when I see the sexiest ass I think I’ve ever seen on a woman. I start to check out the rest of the package. Bitch is straight up bangin’ with long, straight, jet-black hair down her back. She’s got tattoos all over and an hourglass figure.

    Baby has some thighs I could seriously imagine wrapped around my face. She’s got the curves you grab onto from behind while you slam into her. She’s tall but still short compared to my own six foot one.

    Please have a good face, please have a good face, please.

    Hey, sweet cakes, want me to get that juice for you?

    She’s reaching for the top shelf, but the juice is pushed back too far for her. She turns to face me, and I’m hit with some icy cool-blue irises surrounded by almond-shaped eyes and long, dark lashes.

    I swear my dick convulses with need when I finally get to see her face, even if she is scowling. Her expression quickly changes to surprise. There’s only one person I’ve seen with those eyes before.

    I blink and she comes into focus. Holy fuck, she’s all grown up. London Layla Traverson, my high school crush.

    Boy, she was a sweet one when we were in school. I still remember the only time I ever got to hold her close. Her best friend’s mom had just died, and London was a mess, too. I was so happy I got to have her in my arms, but I don’t know if she even realized it was me that day.

    Those beautiful blue eyes blink up at me a few times, and I smirk. You aren’t the only one who’s changed.

    Hey, hot stuff, that’d be great, she grins, replying sassily and then winks at me.

    Oh, sweet cakes, you have no clue what you just did. I’m going to get a taste of you this time around.

    I lean in, resting one hand on her hip as I reach past her and grab the juice. I flex my fingers just a touch and am rewarded when I hear her suck in her breath.

    That’s right, baby.

    Pulling back, I hand over the juice and give her my panty-dropper grin.

    It works every time.

    Well, thank you. What a true gentleman. She hits me back with a little smirk, and I want to lick the dimple popping out to play.

    Baby, there ain’t nothing gentle about me. That I can promise you right now. I reach out and tuck a piece of her silky, dark locks behind her ear.

    She chuckles a little and shakes her head like I just told her something cute. "See ya around, baby. She says baby" sarcastically and starts to walk off.

    Grr. I’m so going to smack that ass when I get her on all fours.

    "Wait

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