Sweet Reckoning (Renegade Souls MC: Next Generation #1)

ONE

Cain

There was no fear when he considered going up against the Renegade Souls.

If anything, when the time was right, he wanted them to come at him.

It would make destroying them all the sweeter.

He was filled with eager anticipation over the years of meticulous preparation before he struck.

Everything was falling into place perfectly.

The Colorado bikers had no idea how often he spied on them. Gathering what he needed, planting roots.

Hate has been a driving motivator, sweeping away any distractions that came along.

Vengeance was even more potent.

Reckoning was coming, and Cain Emerson couldn’t fucking wait for the day he crushed the Renegade Souls organization beneath his boot.

They’d rue the day they’d changed the trajectory of his life. He’d make sure of it.

At thirty-years-old, his nightclub days were behind him, but there was a reason he was sitting in the middle of Denver’s hotspot.

There was always a reason for everything he did.

On the private mezzanine floor, the server, wearing her tight skirt and tits-revealing shirt, sauntered to his table. “Do you need a refill?”

Cain flashed her a smile and offered his empty glass. “Another sparkling water, no ice.”

She returned instantly and smiled bigger when he tipped her another fifty bucks. It was no surprise that she was sticking to his table like glue.

“You’re not from around here, are you?”

“What makes you say that?”

“You’re wearing a designer suit jacket. The boys down there,” she pointed to the gyrating bodies. “Consider it dressing up if they tuck in their t-shirt. And you have manners.”

He supplied an indulging yet bored smile. “Ah. I’m originally from California.”

“No way! I’d love to live there one day. All that sunshine sounds like heaven. What brings you to Denver?” she cocked her hip and fluffed her pink-tipped hair.

“Business and pleasure.”

He was lying about the latter.

Unless he made it pleasurable.

She smiled coyly. “Well, I better get back to the grind. I’m Kimmie, by the way. Call me if you need anything. It’s a pleasure to serve you tonight.”

He bet.

But blonde Kimmie was forgotten, and as soon as she disappeared from his eyesight, Cain returned his gaze to the dance floor.

His designs had been set in motion for a long time.

And then something derailed him.

No matter how much he’d tried to stay on course, his brain circled like a vulture, scenting prey below.

Then, a new plan for how to hurt the Renegade Souls MC came into effect.

“Well?” he asked before one of his men sat down, dressed similarly in suit pants and an expensive jacket. Damon ran a tattooed hand over his hair and smirked, reaching for his waiting scotch from earlier, before he’d gone down a level to be Cain’s eyes.

“They’re here as a pack.”

He lost patience when his closest friend and most trusted ally drip-fed him information like he thought Cain was swimming in the shallow end and needed time to process every word. “And?”

“Two guys were sniffing around the girls, and I told them what would happen if they kept their snouts in the air. I slipped them a hundred bucks for drinks and told them to fuck off.”

Good. He would have hated to intervene this early.

But people were so easily bought.

He set his eyes on the darkened dancefloor once more. It had been two hours, and he was bored out of his skull. This was not his scene.

Remaining seated to play surveillance wasn’t his bag.

But he came once a month to do exactly that.

He could have fed himself all the falsehoods dipped in honey and swallowed them whole without choking, but Cain wasn’t in the habit of lying to himself after living half of his life within a lie.

He was in Denver’s nightlife solely because he’d developed a nasty case of curiosity, born from a plan of revenge; those two things had aligned and now made a new, more deviant plan.

His blood burned as he watched the bodies, zeroing in on only one person in a crowd of many.

The vibrant woman in her snug red dress had no idea what was going through his mind while he spied on her, innocently enjoying the loud music with her friends.

She had no clue what would come for her in the following days and the consequences she’d face because of someone else’s actions.

That’s what happened in this world.

Cain knew that all too well, paying for someone else’s mistakes.

He was a mistake.

He’d been born to liars.

But look at him now, king of his empire, ruler of many, and on the precipice of bringing down the most significant MC, their leader especially.

He could almost taste it.

Just a while longer, that’s all he needed to get the following pieces in place.

And it all centered on the girl with the icy white hair, her arms waving in the air as she laughed with abandon, unaware of the man watching her with nothing nice in his mind.

Harper Marinos, the MC princess, the one her father loved with all his evil heart, would help Cain bring down the family she loved.

She just didn’t know she was going to do it yet. And she’d do it willingly.