Smoke & Mirrors: Mayhem Makers (3 Kings MC #2)

Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

TAYA

Beeping blasts through my bedroom, startling me awake. You would think that after being woken up by this loud obnoxious noise every morning for most of my life my brain would be used to it but, no.

Reaching over and tapping my phone screen to silence the stupid alarm, I lay still, letting my body cool down from the heated dream that I was dragged from.

For years, I have crushed on a man I can never have, because well, to simply put it, he likes to stick his dick in any woman who flashes him some skin.

Dustin- Smoke -Templar, the Road Captain of the Three Kings MC right here in Las Vegas.

Smoke is hot and he knows it.

He is the most handsome man I have ever seen, but never got to sample because I have some self-respect. Pushing up from the bed with a heavy sigh, I go into my attached bathroom and shower before starting my day.

I live on a farm with my father Bobby-Jay and two older brothers, Corbin and Carson. My mom passed when I was fourteen from cancer, so it has been us four ever since. My father and brothers are very protective of me, which is one of the reasons I am still single.

Whenever any man comes sniffing around me, they bark and show their teeth like cavemen and the guy runs. I suppose it is a blessing, because if those men are too pussy to stand up to my father and brothers for me, then they are not worth it.

Once I finish my shower, letting the hot water wash away any remnants of my sex dream with Smoke, I get dressed in jeans, a cami, and my blue-and-black plaid shirt, tying my hair into a messy bun on the top of my head, so it is out of my face.

It is my day to make breakfast for everyone, before we head outside to start the chores that we need to do to take care of our small farm.

We are known for our prize cattle, but only because we do not have hundreds of them, we have a small stock, but we treat them well. We house bulls, cows, goats, and pigs, which are my pride and joy, passed down to me from my mom. The Coyle Farm is off-limits to those my father does not know; he hates random people stumbling onto his land without him knowing about it.

If you want to meet with big old Bobby-Jay, then I suggest making a name for yourself, or being able to offer him something.

Making my way across the short span of land that separates my little cottage that my father built for me and the main house, I step into the kitchen to find my father sitting at the table, reading a newspaper, already drinking a cup of coffee.

"Morning, Dad." I lean in, kissing the top of his head as I pass.

"Morning, sweet pea.”

In his typical jeans, boots, and plaid shirt, my father is in damn good shape for a man his age. His hair is salt and pepper, mostly salt, but it suits him. I have seen women eye-fuck him over the years, but he has never been with anyone since my mom passed; he said that she took his heart and soul with her.

“Are the boys up yet?” I ask him.

“Carson is out back checking on that cow that cut her hind leg yesterday. Corbin is up; I heard his shower start not too long ago,” he tells me, keeping his head buried in the paper.

I nod and get to fixing up breakfast for everyone. We always have a big breakfast to start the day, then I come in and make everyone lunch. Besides the four Coyle family members here, we have a few other farm hands, but it is Winston who is my father’s long-time friend and his son Jesper, who I have known most of my life, that I am the closest to.

“I have a meeting today with someone who wants to breed with Crawley. They will be here at ten, so I will come in and deal with them. Can you make some treats for us to munch on, darlin’?”

I nod to my dad. “Yeah, Pop, no problem.”

I load up the table with breakfast items just as my two brothers, along with Winston and Jesper, come into the kitchen.

“Damn, girly, you know I love it when it is your day to cook breakfast,” Winston cheers.

“Oh, you sweet talker you.” I nudge his shoulder as he passes.

He kisses my cheek, as do Jesper and my brothers.

“These look great, Taya,” Jesper croons as he fills his face.

“Once you guys are done and out of the kitchen, Taya is staying in here to make some treats and shit. The people who want to borrow Crawley to fuck their mare will be here at ten.” Yep, my father Bobby-Jay does not mince his words around his only daughter.

I was brought up with a father like him and two brothers, not to mention Winston and Jesper, so I am as crude as they come. I swear like a sailor and like to party when I have the time.

Having the time is the big issue, plus, also escaping the farm without the men in my life knowing. I am not a virgin, not by a long shot, and I am a red-blooded female who likes sex as much as the next person.

“They need to pay top dollar, Dad. He is a fucking prime piece of bull,” Corbin says between bites.

“They will; they have been warned not to come here and try to negotiate a price. It is what I say, or they can fuck off.” The guys nod in agreement.

People pay tens of thousands to borrow Crawley to impregnate their cows, to breed prize winning bulls.

“Speaking of price,” Winston butts in, then swallows his food after a glare from me.

We may work on a fucking farm, but we have manners.

“Did the Kings pay for their last visit? Locke said that he would have a prospect bring the money,” he adds.

I sip my coffee before I answer him. “They paid. I got an apology note from Tote for the sudden drop in.”

They all look at me before going back to eating.

When my mom left me my pigs, she told me that they came with great responsibility. Up until that point, I didn’t know much about the pigs, because I helped with the horses but I was told that I was of age to understand exactly what our pigs did.

Well let’s just say that my eleven-year-old mind and heart were not expecting to be told that people, mainly the Three Kings MC, bring us bad people for my pigs to feed on. It’s how they dispose of the bodies without a trace.

That was a hard pill to swallow until my brothers sat me down and explained what these bad people did exactly. From that night on, I was okay with feeding the pigs.

Bad people did not deserve a place in this world, and if I could help in any way to remove them, then I would.

The club, mainly, pays us a lot of money to get rid of the bodies. Not many people know what we do, because my father keeps a tight circle and does not trust many people.

“Did the prospect bring the note or someone else?” I bristle at the question coming from Carson, who is making a face at me.

I push to my feet, loving the slight flinch from my brother. Smirking, I refresh my coffee, and leaning against the kitchen counter, I watch the five men look at me, waiting for a reply.

“A prospect. Smoke won’t show his face around me again for a while after what he did. He knows his place,” I finish.

My father nods to me, agreeing with my statement.

“It would be good to be tied to the club, have their protection without hesitation,” Carson throws out there, making my spine stiffen.

Thinking about the last time I saw Smoke makes my blood boil but also has my nipples hardening. Fuck, that man is hot, but his mouth tends to run away from him and he says stupid shit.

“We have the club’s protection,” my father states. “We protect our own. You hearing me, boy?” my father growls.

“Yeah, Pop. I hear you.” Carson looks to me.

“Sorry, Sis.”

I nod to him.

Over the years, especially when I hit puberty and my boobs came into play, men who come around the farm have made it known that they want to date me. Hell, I get accosted at the feed store so many times that it is getting fucking old.

So, I live on a farm with a bunch of men that are my family, but it doesn’t mean that I do not get sex when I want it. I know how to fuck, and I know how to date. It is just that I prefer one over the other.

I used to sleep with random men for the sake of them helping me forget my responsibilities and to help relieve the stress, but I am over that now. Being twenty-six, I am in a place where I want to date and find someone to settle down with.

To have a family and to have someone who looks at me like my father did my mother.

“If you guys are finished, then you can fuck off out of my kitchen, so I can get started on these snacks and dinner for later. Today, I am making you animals lasagna soup, so it can sit in the pot, and you will just need to reheat it when you want some.”

“My mouth is watering at the sound of that; you know I love it when you make this,” Jesper comments as he places his dishes in the sink and rinses them.

I giggle to myself, loving that his wife has him trained well.

“I will put some into a container so you can take some home for Elodie.” Yet another kiss on my cheek for thanks and he leaves, with the other men following him out.

They all stop to kiss my cheek as they pass; it is just something I have always known the men to do. They did it with my mom and also when Elodie came here to help.

Carson stops and pulls me in for a hug.

“You know I want what is best for you, Sis. You will find a man who will fucking cherish you, and if he doesn’t, then you know how to dispose of the body,” he jokes.

“True, but you also need to remember that, dear Brother.” I wink and step over to the pantry to pull out things that I need.

“Cold, Sister, fucking cold.” He chuckles, leaving me alone to carry on with my day.

I turn up the music that helps me pass the time, while I cook the lasagna soup and some snacks, but it also keeps my mind off my dream that left me a wet panting mess this morning.