Road’s Betrayal (Evil Fallen Bratva MC #2)

Chapter One

Dinah Evans gritted her teeth as she pulled her car up outside of the Evil Fallen Bratva MC clubhouse. She couldn’t help but feel nervous as this place had a bad reputation wherever she went. There were always stories to be told about who the men were and what they did. Rumors and gossip were a nasty thing, but it certainly didn’t stop anyone from talking.

“Come on, Raine, why did you have to come here? You know I don’t like this, and now I’m talking to myself.”

Her mother had always told her to face fear, not run away from it. The temptation to drive away was so strong, but instead, she grabbed her keys and cell phone, and climbed out of her car.

She wasn’t a quitter, nor was she someone who would leave her friend in the lurch like this, so she headed toward the main compound of the biker club, which quite frankly terrified her.

Not that she’d ever met one of the men. She might have styled a few of the women who came here, but again, she couldn’t be sure. Women liked to talk the talk, and she had no doubt women she worked on came to the club. Dinah just wasn’t one of them, nor did she ever want to be. Trouble wasn’t something she was looking for.

However, her mother would be so disappointed in her if she so much as ignored her friend’s plea to come and pick her up. Raine wasn’t exactly forthcoming on the phone, other than to give her location, and begged her to hurry. This is why she was arriving at a damn clubhouse with a set of curlers in her hair. Yep, that was exactly what she was doing, and rather than run away and cower, she squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and decided to go for it.

There were several men and women on the front lawn. It looked like a fire had been lit in a metal can. There were a couple of them dotted around, and the music inside the clubhouse was so loud, it filtered outside.

She spotted a couple of women dancing provocatively, and she was pretty sure another couple were having sex out in the open. Again, she refused to judg e— however people wanted to live their lives was up to the m— but she wanted to grab her friend and leave.

Raine had asked her to go with her tonight, but she refused. She was not going to give up a night of pampering herself for this. She had her priorities, and also her reputation. Dinah knew she was slowly building a reputation as one of the finest hairdressers around, drawing men and women from far and wide. Also, she had become well-known on the prom circuit as well.

Young women traveled to her, not only to have her do their hair, but also their makeup. She mainly focused on hair, as she loved all the skills her mother had taught her. Makeup was just a side thing she enjoyed, and she did it very well, but hair brought her closer to her mother.

She got to the main door just as a couple of women stepped out. They took one look at her hair and pretty much spat beer out of their mouths, as they fell over one another laughing.

They could all laugh, but tomorrow she’d have gorgeous, natural-looking curls, without the heat damage, which was exactly what she was looking for. So they could suck it.

Besides, she didn’t have time to remove the curlers before her friend phoned and begged, sounding so desperate. She wasn’t a horrible friend.

Dinah had been told time and time again she was reliable, dependable, but also she was aware that Raine kind of treated her like a doormat. She accepted it to a certain extent, but this was getting tired very fast. The only reason she came was because she wanted her conscience to be clear. If she turned on the news and saw something bad had happened to Raine, she would never forgive herself.

So, she stepped through the doors and arrived at a new kind of hell.

Men and women were pretty much having an orgy. The lights were turned down low, but not so low that she couldn’t make out what they were doing. Her heart started to race, but not because of what she was seeing played out in front of her. This was a whole different kind of fear.

At twenty-five years old, she was still a virgin, but after what happened to her mother, she didn’t want to go out partying or finding out about boys. Nope, she wasn’t going to do that right now.

Whenever she thought about her mother, she struggled not to cry. So, she sucked up the tears and started to venture through the naked bodies, hoping to find her friend. Not everyone was naked, and not all of them were having sex, but it was close.

After what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few minutes, she made her way toward the main bar, where she caught the bartender’s attention.

“Hey,” she said, all but shouting. “I don’t suppose you’ve seen a woman … blonde, beautiful, goes by the name Raine?”

“Sweetheart, in case you haven’t noticed, all women here are beautiful. Now, why don’t you tell me your name?” He gave her a wink, and she figured he had to be drunk or something to be hitting on her with her curlers still in.

Raine often told her she looked like an old woman, that she should just throw on some product and be done with it.

Her mother taught her the value of taking care of her hair, and doing it properly. Since she was no longer with her, she would continue her teaching for a long time. For the rest of her life. Just thinking about her mother’s passing was enough to bring a stabbing pain to her chest.

“No, thanks. Can I look around?” she asked, not wanting to cause trouble.

“Go ahead.”

This surprised her, but she didn’t tell him it did. All she wanted to do was get in, grab Raine, and leave. It sounded simple to her.

Stepping around people was next to impossible as they kept bumping into her. She apologized where she could and attempted to make her excuses, but then she saw a door and was so grateful to have found it. She burst through it, finding a long corridor and stairwell.

“Fuck!” She gritted her teeth together.

“Now, I don’t think that’s any way a lady should be talking.”

She spun around and saw a figure leaning against the wall in the darkness. “Yeah, well, I guess you’d be surprised how far a woman can be pushed before she just snaps.” She brushed down her body. “Ugh, I don’t suppose you … have seen my friend.”

“Friends don’t come here.”

That was a weird thing to say, and she frowned. “She’s blonde, beautiful, uh, goes by the name Raine.”

“I know who your friend is. Upstairs, three doors to the right. You’ll find her.”

She felt so relieved.

“Thank you.”

He didn’t say another word as she took to the stairs and found the door. With one twist of the doorknob, it opened, and Dinah stood on the threshold as she watched her friend, not with one man, but three, and she was in total shock. Her best friend was looking so damn happy with herself. Ecstatic even, begging for more in-between sucking a man’s cock.

“Is that your friend?”

Dinah jumped and spun around to come eye to eye with a man whose face was scarred. He’d been in the shadows in the corridor but now she got to see him. It was strange, but she had a feeling this man had been very handsome, if not sexy at one time.

The scars on his face to many would be repulsive, but she wasn’t like most people. They didn’t repulse her. She knew scars told a story, and sometimes those tales were not for the faint of heart.

She looked at him and had the weirdest urge to just lay her palm against his cheek and tell him it was going to be okay.

“Yes, that’s my friend, and you could have warned me.”

“Dinah!” There was an excited squeal. “You came, come on in and join the fun. I’m not going to be jealous,” Raine said.

“I don’t think…” She turned to the scarred man. “It’s time for me to leave.”

****

Several hours later, Road sat at the bar, waiting, keeping an eye on the doorway leading to the main bedrooms.

He didn’t know why Vlad, Hail, and Stan had decided to share a woman but he was more interested in the woman than what they were doing. Actually, he was more interested in the woman’s friend. The moment the curler-wearing beauty had walked into the clubhouse compound, he’d been curious. He’d been in the security room, checking over the perimeter of the clubhouse, waiting for any potential threat.

Sergey Golubev, their one and only enemy at the moment, was still reeling from what they had done to him, and to Paul Butterworth. In killing Paul Butterworth, a piece of shit human and child-trafficker, they had sent out a message that anyone dealing with Sergey Golubev was at risk.

From what their sources surrounding the Golubev Bratva told them, and from the inside, it had caused a few problems with business deals.

This made Road exceedingly happy, but also proved once again why Brute, the president of the Evil Fallen Bratva MC, was the fucking lead. The man knew when to act and how to get the most out of everything.

The man was a machine. A machine that was currently enjoying his wife’s pregnancy. Yes. Brute decided to fall in love and marry Sergey’s bastard granddaughter. It even amazed Road, but he wasn’t surprised. He wanted to hate Faith, but that woman had a way of making you love her. It was another mistake of Sergey’s, in letting that woman go, and hurting her. She was amazing. He also liked that she didn’t look at him with pity. Like the woman did tonight.

He’d expected the brunette to run away screaming, to go crying to her mommy at the evil beastly man she’d just seen. Instead, she’d simply looked at him like he was a man, and there was nothing else wrong with him, and he wasn’t going to deny he liked it. It was a nice feeling to be seen as a man. Even the club pussy who wanted to remain in the club, to be part of their world and be owned by one of them, treated him like a fucking monster.

Road should have known this was going to be his future. There was a time he’d been considered the sexiest man, if not the best man, to get information out of men and women. Not that he’d fucked men, but he knew how to get them to talk.

Then Sergey decided it was time for him to be … retired. He didn’t like how much information he got, and how easily he did it as well. When he became too dangerous, Sergey simply saw to it that he wasn’t useful anymore, and they had changed his face.

No woman ever looked at him like a man again.

They only ever saw the monster.

When he decided he needed to fuck, he forced the women to wear a bag over their heads so he didn’t have to see the disgust on their faces.

Fucking Sergey.

There was a time when he loved the teasing, the tormenting, the play of sex. Now, it was more of a need to unload his balls than anything else.

He took a long sip of his beer and waited. How long did it take four men to spunk? He was growing tired, and with a baby on the way, Brute didn’t allow visitors or strangers to remain on the grounds overnight. All of them had to leave.

The brothers were more than happy with that. Everyone preferred Brute to be happy. He was a lot easier to handle now that he had Faith and would soon have a child. He was still an asshole to them, but it was now bearable.

“Is that door you’re staring at some kind of alien?” Sarge asked.

“Fuck off.”

“You know, you make friends by being polite.”

“I’m not interested in making friends.” He wasn’t about to tell any of the guys there was a woman he was hunting. They would all laugh, and he wasn’t in the mood to beat the shit out of the boys.

They all had to be united and ready for the impending attack. Road knew one would come, but right now, Sergey was doing damage control. He knew Sergey, knew his moves, the pieces he put into place. After this, he would be desperate, but he also had to be prepared for him to use someone.

For a split-second, he couldn’t help but wonder if it was the curler woman. Was that what Sergey wanted? If he’d already shown her a picture of what he looked like, and given her time to get accustomed, then maybe she was here to try and infiltrate the clubhouse. It wouldn’t be the first time Sergey had tried it.

He was tired of waiting and the more he thought about that mystery woman, the more suspicious and pissed off he got. Getting to his feet, he heard Sarge saying something like, “Oh, shit,” but he didn’t give a fuck. He needed answers, and the only way to get them was to take them.

As if the boys had read his mind, they were coming through the door, complete with Raine in tow. He didn’t give them two seconds as he grabbed Raine around the throat and slammed her up against the wall. There were no innocent women. There were only innocent children, and even that was a push, as he knew children would do as their parents bid.

Raine panicked and attempted to claw at his arms.

“Road, what the fuck?” this from Stan.

“Your friend, the one who came to you tonight.”

“Dinah,” Raine said. “Her name’s Dinah.” Her voice wobbled as fear clawed at her. He saw it and relished it.

“Tell me where Dinah lives.”

“Dude, get Brute!”

“I know everything about Golubev. He will attack and I know his next strategy, so why don’t you let me do my job?”

“Dinah’s innocent,” Raine said.

He wanted to squeeze the life out of this woman, but he needed her to lead him to Dinah.

Without losing his grip, he pulled her off the wall and started to drag her through the clubhouse, out into the parking lot. He approached his car and Raine at this point was crying, begging for him to let her go. She wasn’t going anywhere.

Sergey thought he had the best of them, but he would learn that he wasn’t at the top of his game anymore.

Road’s scars may hinder his way of getting information easily, but that didn’t mean he was out of options. He still had his ways of getting what he wanted.

“Dude, I don’t think Brute is going to like this,” Sarge said.

“Either go inside and wait for me, or get in. The choice is yours, but I’m ending this bullshit tonight.”

He climbed behind the wheel and told Raine to give him the address. She stumbled over the address, but he knew where he was going. Much to his surprise, Sarge climbed into the back of the car.

“Please, please, I swear, I called Dinah because I thought she would enjoy the party, and I asked her to come.”

“In curlers?” Road asked.

He wasn’t going to be lied to.

“Okay, I might have told her I was afraid, but I did it to get her here, I didn’t think she would still be curling her hair, but … Dinah is Dinah. Please let me go. I’m so sorry. I just wanted to have a good time.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Road said.

“I don’t think you’re acting right,” Sarge said.

“You can shut up as well. I know exactly what I’m doing.”

He drove all the way to Dinah’s house and pulled the car to a stop.

It was a small place, a single floor, no stairs, like a bungalow. A small garden in the front, and he imagined it was the same in the back. A nice place to raise a family or grow old in. Strange, as it was something he had always wanted as well.

Sergey was a piece of work, and he knew how to put people in place and use them when the time was right.

He climbed out of the car, telling Sarge to stay in it.

His gun was in the back of his pants. First, he would get the answers he needed, and then he’d decorate the damn house red.

“Road, I don’t like this.”

“Stay in the car. If she tries to escape, kill her.” He climbed out of the car and headed toward Dinah’s house.

Staring at the bell, he didn’t question himself, he just rang it.