Hangman untamed, p.1
Hangman Untamed, page 1
Blurb
Once you become Untamed property, there is no way out.
Justine has it all, a great new house and the perfect boyfriend, but when she comes across a rugged man in leather, she starts having second thoughts about her perfect life.
Hangman hasn’t had it easy. Two children, with random women, and an ex-wife he drove away, but when a new beauty moves in down the street, he’ll do anything to own her.
Will Hangman finally get the girl and have it all? Or will he continue to make the same mistakes he always has and end up with nothing?
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DAWN MARTENS
Copyright © Dawn Martens
Published 2022
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Formatted by KL Donn
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Dedication
To the readers that have been waiting, finally, for Hangman’s story
Acknowledgements
Glenna – of course you’re first, my biggest supporter. Thank you for being an inspiration to me.
Tina – Thank you for always having my back and helping me along
Jennifer aka Big Tits – I love and adore you, thank you for your feedback on this book
Mary – Thank you for helping me with this book, your input made it what it is
Alexis and KL – thank you for prettying up this book and making it that much better.
Songs I listened to while Writing
Falling In Reverse – Popular Monster
Bundy – Animal Alpha
Escape the Fate – Situations
Peirce The Veil – King for a Day
Simon Curtis – Flesh
Ed Sheeran – Shivers
Ed Sheeran – Bad Habits
Avril Lavigne – Bite Me
Your Broken Hero – A Letter To Ashley
Your Broken Hero – Tommy’s Face
Bullet for my Valentine – Tears Don’t Fall
Author Note
To follow this story better, please read the Angels Warriors, Treyton Sisters, and Falling for the Untamed first.
Prologue
Hangman
Sitting on my front porch, making this bitch take my cock down her throat. I don’t give a fuck my neighbors can probably see it going down. Since my daughter Melissa moved here, I’ve slowed down my wild ways and that’s about to change. Rage was right when he said I was old and boring now that I’m a grandfather. Well, fuck that. It’s time to take my life back.
I look up when I feel eyes on me and search around until I spot them, two houses down to my left, across the road. Narrowing my eyes, I watch her inhale a cigarette. Holy fuck, that bitch looks hot as hell. I grunt my release into Jennie’s throat. “Get up, go back to your man. I’ll be in touch.” Or not. I don’t fuckin’ care.
“Bye, Hangman,” she purrs as she walks down my steps and goes next door to her house. Fucking bitch. I wouldn’t be surprised if she ends up dead one of these days. Her husband ever finds out she cheats on him almost daily, he’ll kill her. He’s not a member of my club, but he’s a cop. A cop that hates my fucking guts. But he’s also a cop that is on my payroll.
Stalking down my front steps as I push myself back in my pants, I’m off to say hi to the new neighbour. You know, the right thing to do. First fuckin’ time I’ve done it, but something about this woman is pulling me in.
The closer I get, the more I notice the tattoos, the piercings, and the hair is wilder than I thought. It’s literally the color of the rainbow, and the body, curvy in all the right places. But that face. That’s a face I’ll be seeing in my dreams, crystal-blue eyes, almost taunting me. I watch her inhale her cigarette and step back as some movers make their way past her.
“Yo,” I call out, getting her attention. She looks me over slowly but doesn’t do shit but smile.
“You must be the friendly, neighbourhood watch dog?” She smirks. Fuck, even her voice sounds hot as hell. Husky yet feminine. Losing Vicky, my ex-wife, hurt more than I thought it would. Losing her to my brother who I thought was dead, well that was the real pain.
I grin. “Something like that. You just move to town?”
She nods as she stubs out her smoke. “Yeah, needed something new, moved to this dump town.” She shrugs. She’s not wrong, Saint John is a dump. There isn’t anything nice about it unless you take good care of your home. But we’re surrounded by water, which hosts a shit-ton of boats and where there isn’t water, we have the papermill and a refinery. The smell alone would label this place a dump.
Fuck, she’s hot. “I’m Hangman, President of the Untamed MC,” I tell her, and she doesn’t even flinch, just nods.
“Heard about y’all, so that’s cool. I’m Justine.” She holds her hand out to mine for a shake and when our hands touch, I feel the world shift around me. She quickly lets go and wipes her hand on her jeans. “Sorry, just saw your little show over there.” She smirks at me and I feel guilty. She continues, “My man, Tomas, is the reason we moved here, and I loved this neighbourhood, so despite having to leave my home, at least I had a say in this beauty.”
I don’t give two shits where I lay my head at night as long as it ain’t in a jail cell. Vicky, picked out this neighbourhood, so this is where we landed.
This woman has a man, fuck me. But I don’t give a fuck. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been with a taken woman. Hell, I was just with a married woman not ten minutes ago. “I’m gonna head back home. Nice meetin’ ya. I’m sure will see each other again.” I don’t bother waiting on a reply. Shits going through my head about her, so I text Wiz and Manic and give them the only information I have about the bitch, needing to know all I can about her.
Because man or not, that bitch is going to be mine.
Chapter One
Hangman
I watch in rapt fascination as the DEA agent just swings from my rafters. “Not gonna give shit up yet? You do know I can do this all night,” I tell him, waiting for him to finally give in.
He spits blood out at me and barely misses. Fucker. The last time I did any real torture was years ago, when my daughter Melissa’s, mother showed up in town. That bitch kept her hidden from me for years, so she got what she deserved. Hearing about how that bitch tortured Melissa and her half-sister Corinne didn’t sit right with me, so I made sure she felt every bit of that pain.
Having Melissa in my life changed me, you’d think already having a daughter with a club slut would have, but I have to admit I haven’t been the best father. Had no interest in the girl, my youngest daughter. Melissa brought something out of me; maybe my need to protect her, and my grandchildren. With her in my life, everything changed. I no longer was the man that I once was and I’ve been getting shit from the guys about it. Melissa was soft, she needed me to be gentle with her and I tried, I tried to be what she needed. But now with her moved out and married Slammer—an ex-member of the Untamed—now I can get back to who I really am.
I’m sick of being called soft. And with the shit happening around my club lately, it’s time I came back out to play.
This latest mess all started because Anara wasn’t forthcoming about her past; she was involved with a member of Jack’s Devils before moving here. I would have understood if she didn’t keep it hidden. Although, the fault lies with me as I should have done a check on her myself when she came to town—something I do with all people that interact with my club.
Only reason she’s not still up, hanging from my rafters, is because I believed her, and, of course, Dirty brought me the DEA agent that’s been sniffing around the club. I walk over to my work bench and pull out my favourite knife. Blade hasn’t been used on someone since I took care of the bitch that gave birth to Melissa.
Shit in my past ain’t pretty, but I got two great kids out of it. I wasn’t there for either kid as they grew up, but at least I’m there now. I discovered Melissa five years ago. Never knew she existed until my ex-wife revealed it to me. Something about getting to know Melissa changed me, she made me become a better person, a better man, a better father. Since she came into my life, I even got to know my other daughter Emily better, too. Something April despises since I won’t pay a lick of attention to her.
April was just a club whore I slept with one too many times who wound up knocked up and became too attached. Just because she had my kid doesn’t mean shit to me. If that bitch ain’t careful she’ll end up like Melissa’s mother, Luanne. Dead.
Bitch died because I found out she was abusing Melissa and kept my girl from me her entire twenty-two years of life. I was eighteen when I slept with that drugged-up cunt. Too stupid to have known better. If it wasn’t for my ex-wife Vicky, I still never would have known about my adult daughter. I kidnapped Vicky after searching for months for her. I finally found her holed up with the Angels Warriors, a club that is focused on rescuing kids and women from abuse. When I brought her to my house, she revealed I had a daughter, and, of course, that my dead brother was actually alive. Knowing Trevor was my ex-wife’s first love—only love—I let her go. My focus turned to my adult daughter that suddenly, needed me.
Going back to the agent, I grip my knife and slowly rub it against his face. “Why are you sniffing around my club?”
“I’m not gonna tell you shit, so just kill me.”
I step back, fighting a grin, “What would the point be in just killing you? We have so much fun planned.” Like hell we’d just kill this guy. Wiz and Manic are working on this asshole’s details first, getting all the information we can on him.
“Pres, Wiz, and Manic have shit for ya,” one of the prospects calls through the door.
Sighing, I stab my knife into this pissant’s leg and walk out of the room to the sound of his screams.
Chapter Two
Justine
Unpacking the last box, I sigh in relief. I hate moving and I swear to God this is the last damn time. I needed to get away from my overprotective, over-obsessed mother, and when Tomas was offered a teaching position here, and asked me to move with him, I couldn’t have said yes faster.
My parents had just separated, and it was all my mother’s fault. We never had the greatest of relationships as I was growing up, and as an adult, she tried to make up for it by being overbearing to the point it was driving a wedge between Tomas and I. Couldn’t even go out on a date night without her getting upset she wasn’t invited. She would punish me by not calling, not texting—thinking it was a punishment—for weeks at a time if I didn’t include her in date nights, or watch a movie with her. I’m an adult, so I don’t understand her logic.
Then it came out that she was cheating on my father, and I knew I had to cut her out of my life; the toxicity she let off was too much and I knew I was done with it all. I put up with her abuse my entire life. She was psychically abusive when I was a child, but once I hit seventeen, it was all about manipulation. Hell, when I told my dad that I was moving, he packed up and followed us. He found a house a few streets over from where Tomas and I now live. It was easy for him to move, as he now had nothing holding him back. He often went out to Alberta for months at a time with his job, so instead, he just got transferred here.
Tomas is great, although I never thought we’d be together this long, we’ve been best friends since we were in kindergarten, and started actively dating when we hit high school. We’re as opposite as they come. I’m a smoker, meat eater, and I’m all tattooed and pierced, while his skin is clean and he refuses to put anything into his body that isn’t organic. People always stop to stare at us while we’re out, but I don’t pay any mind to it. Could be because of my crazy-coloured hair, or could be because we don’t look like we suit each other.
“Justine?” Tomas’s voice echoes through the empty house. So far, I’ve only managed to unpack my bedroom and part of the kitchen. “I’m going to pick up some food, I’ll be back.”
“Okay, sounds good!” I shout back, trusting him to know what I like. I think back on the hot biker that showed up to my house last night. Damn, the man was fine. Older, beard untamed and greying, chocolate eyes that I could get lost in. And his bulk, hot damn he must work out. From what I could see, he didn’t have an ounce of fat on him.
A man like that has trouble written all over him. But it doesn’t stop me from fantasizing about him. I’ve started wondering if Tomas and I will go the distance, but quickly squash it. He’s been there for me through everything in my life, I would be stupid to give him up now.
A few minutes later, a knock comes to the front door, and I set the freshly unpacked dishes onto the counter. Opening the door, I’m greeted by my father.
“Hey, Daddy.”
“Hey, sweet girl, how’s the move going?” he asks, stepping into the house.
“It’s slow going, but I’m determined to get the kitchen at least done before bed. Bedroom is done, so that’s a plus.”
“Good, just thought I’d drop by and see if you wanted some help.”
I smile, “Of course, please help. Tomas just ran out to get us something to eat, want anything? I can text him quickly.”
“Sure, sweetheart. Tomas knows what I like, so surprise me.”
I grab my phone from the countertop and quickly text Tomas to also bring food back for dad. He replies with a thumbs up. Smiling, I set the phone back down and go back to the dishes I was unpacking before dad interrupted me.
“This house has some good bones.” Dad startles me slightly.
“Yeah, the house was just renovated but it’s the layout of the house that sold me. It’s not that big but it feels big.” I bought a four-level split, upstairs is three bedrooms, one bedroom has an ensuite and a main bathroom. The second floor, the main floor, is the kitchen, a dining room, and a living room. Third level is another living room, a bedroom, and a half bath. Off the living room is a door that leads to the laundry room and through that room, another door that leads to our double garage. Then you have the fourth floor, the basement, it’s one large room, and a door that connects is a storage room. Not sure what I will use that space for, but maybe a guest bedroom or something.
The kitchen gets unpacked in record time and I put the dishwasher through. Even though we didn’t dirty the plates, they were wrapped in newspaper so that’s gross. Hence getting washed. “That didn’t take long at all,” I say to dad with a smile.
“Nope, want to tackle the living room next?”
Seeing my cell light up with a notification, I glance at it and see it’s alerting me to the garage door opening. I look back to my dad and say, “After we eat, Tomas just pulled into the garage.”
I’m hoping this move will be good for us, but I have a gut feeling things are going to change.
Chapter Three
Hangman
“Whatcha got for me?” I ask my boys at their computers.
“Justine Reid, twenty-five, independent author. Father lives just a few streets over from you, mother is out of the picture. You want info on the parents or just her? ‘Cause fuck me, Pres, the mother is a cunt, the father a saint. So, she probably went through some shit with her mother before she cut her out.”
“Just Justine for now, gimmie the information on her mother later, I wanna know what I’m dealing with for now.”
“Okay, brother, she writes mostly biker romances, a few rom coms, but dabbles in all genres really. Doesn’t use a pen name, says on her website she refuses to hide who she is. Has dated a Tomas Hyder as far back as we can find out, he’s a schoolteacher. Trust fund baby, his father owns an oil company.” This information confuses me, he’s got a trust fund and should be working for his father, yet he’s a schoolteacher. I’ll have to ask Justine about it at some point.
“So, nothing shady?” I ask, not caring about the bitch boy she’s with.
“Nope, nothing, but brother, man, she’s been hurt bad; childhood trauma, her dad worked away a lot, so he might not know everything, but I hacked into the system and found her doctor files. Doctor even suggested multiple times child abuse by the mother but never reported it,” Wiz tells me. “That’s not all, found her original birth certificate and it seems her dad isn’t her biological father.”
