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The Maw of Mayhem
Author: AK Nevermore
Publication date: December 15th 2023
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Erotica, Romance
Grimdarke James has got problems. As Vice Prez of the Maw of Mayhem MC, he needs to keep his shit together, but between the constant threat of his inner cat going feral, and Nikki, one of the motorcycle club’s mollys, blackmailing him, it’s a fine line some days.
Then when an arms deal goes bad, everything goes to hell with it. All fingers point to an old club enemy, a man Grim has reason to both fear and loathe, but the facts don’t add up, and everyone is a suspect… including Grim. Faced with the constant threat of Nikki revealing his past and his need to prove himself to the MC, the fragile peace he’s made with his cat is threatened.
Out of options and running out of time, Grim sets a bold plan into motion, and the consequences are far more dire than he could have imagined…
an excerpt
Grim’s fingers ghosted over the butt of his gun, eyes on the long sinuous shadow of a lynx stalking from one patch of darkness to another. It was one of their crew, but Christ, this deal, just east of butt-fuck, had the nape of his neck prickling. Goddamned hills surrounding the warehouse were too quiet, and the fact that the rest of their men were skulking around out there in cat form had nothing to do with it.
Drop shouldn’t be taking this long.
[UNEASE]
His inner cat paced, tail flicking, and damn if he didn’t feel like doing the same.
“Something’s off,” he murmured.
“Clay has it handled,” the brother at his right replied, glancing at his phone, too bright in the moonlight. “Vans just cleared the bridge. Some shit about a flat. ETA five minutes.”
A fucking flat? Since when did an entire convoy stop for one downed vehicle? Grim flicked his eyes from the road below to MK. The MC’s road captain was too damned calm.
“I don’t like it.”
MK snorted. “You don’t like anything.”
He had a point, but fuck him. Grim kicked at an outcropping of stone, sending scree rattling down the hillside. Fuck that, too. MK wasn’t worried, why should he be? Down in the valley, headlights sparked into view on the winding road, flickering through the trees. Five sets, following ass to nose.
“That’d be them,” MK said, shoving his phone in his pocket. “Tell that cunt cat of yours to calm down. This deal’s too big for him to fuck up.”
—growling—
Yeah, but he’s not wrong, and you’ve been a miserable prick lately. Fuck, maybe that’s why he was so on edge. With all the shit going sideways with their supply routes the past few weeks, Grim couldn’t remember the last time he’d let the furry fucker out.
Oh wait, yeah he could. He was still picking bits of blood off his bike.
[ANGER]
It’s your own damned fault. His cat’s impulse control was for shit on a good day, and this wasn’t one of them. “He won’t be an issue.”
MK shot him a look that said he’d believe it when he’d seen it. And that was the problem right there. Too many of the brothers didn’t trust him to keep his shit together.
Neither did he.
Grim took a deep breath, fingers raking through his shaggy blond hair. Jesus Fuck, it shouldn’t be this goddamned hard. Clay believed in him, had made him his VP for a reason, despite all the pushback from the club—
Whatever. He sighed, staring up at the moon and wishing— Fuck what he was wishing. Shit never worked anyway. He had to take tonight for what it was; another chance to prove he deserved his patch.
And he’d be damned if he let Clay down.
Especially with the problems the last two shipments of arms had run into. They couldn’t afford to have this one go off the rails because of Grim’s cat or anything else, which is why they had a full crew out here. Their supplier was getting nervous, and word on the street was they were looking into other distributors. That meant one of two things; either the cartel was gonna run the risk of transporting over Niagara, or they were gonna back Satan’s Vengeance MC to take over their territory.
Grim knew where his money was. The Niagara route was way too fucking dicey, and the cartel’s backing was exactly the opportunity those SV bastards had been praying for to push the Maw of Mayhem out of St. Lawrence County. Assholes had a hard on for them even before they’d gotten SV’s piece of shit alpha locked up.
Gravel crunched and high beams swung across the warehouse’s bay doors, dust and detritus swirling through the sudden shock of light. Grim looked away, trying to preserve his night vision.
Which is when he saw it.
AK Nevermore enjoys operating heavy machinery, freebases coffee, and gives up sarcasm for Lent every year. A Jane-of-all-trades, she’s a certified chef, restores antiques, and dabbles in beekeeping when she’s not reading voraciously or running down the dream in her beat-up camo Chucks.
Unable to ignore the voices in her head, and unwilling to become medicated, she writes Science Fiction and Fantasy full time.
She pays the bills editing, wielding a wicked hot pink pen and writing a column on SFF. She also belongs to the Authors Guild, is a chapter treasurer for the RWA, teaches creative writing, and on the rare occasion, sleeps.
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