Hades Knights MC Box Set

  Hades Knights MC Box Set

  NorCal Chapter

  He’s A Dark Dream, She’s Hope,

  Together, They’re Magical

  Dark Alphas MC Romance

  P.T. Macias

  Hades Knights MC Box Set, He’s A Dark Dream, She’s Hope, Together, They’re Magical, (Dark Alphas MC Romance) NorCal Chapter By P.T. Macias

  Copyright © 2020 By P. T. Macias.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, mythology and folklore, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  This book was printed in the United States of America.

  Dedication

  I’m dedicating this book to my husband, children, grandchildren, and family. I’m thankful for your love, patience, and support.

  Special Acknowledgements

  I would like to thank Karen L. Komarinski and Mikki Thomas for being there when I need help and for their amazing editing! They’re awesome!

  Table Of Contents

  Nicholas

  Creed

  Seth

  Dante

  Note From P.T. Macias

  P.T. Macias

  P.T. Macias Series

  P.T. Macias Links

  Love Me, Stalk Me!

  Note To Reader

  Nicolas: Hades Knights MC

  Santa Cutie, Think Of The

  Kisses I’ve Missed

  Nicolas: Hades Knights MC, Santa Cutie, Think Of The Kisses I‘ve Missed, He’s A Dark Dream, She’s Hope, Together, They’re Magical (Dark Alphas MC Romance) NorCal Chapter By P.T. Macias

  Copyright © 2019 By P. T. Macias.

  ISBN- 9781710587272

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, mythology and folklore, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  This book was printed in the United States of America.

  Synopsis

  Nicolas

  The Hades Knights MC is all I need.

  This Christmas I’m celebrating big!

  I have it all.

  Yeah, power, respect, and family.

  My MC brothers have my back.

  My mother overdosed a decade ago.

  Hell, I never met my sperm donor.

  All I know is pain and blood.

  The club whores fill my needs.

  I don’t have an old lady, nor do I need one.

  On the club run, I meet a girl.

  She’s our dealer Beck’s daughter.

  She’s beautiful and broken.

  She blows my mind.

  She brings out something in me.

  I didn’t know I had.

  Why do I care?

  I can’t resist making her mine.

  Then maybe, I’ll keep her.

  She's my fucking Christmas gift.

  Cassandra

  To my Father, I’m an asset.

  My life is loveless

  I live in the darkness.

  I’m lonely, scared, and broken.

  Nicolas, a Hades Knight

  He’s my crush.

  I see the good in his soul.

  The Hades Knights MC, yeah, my Father’s boss.

  And that’s not good.

  I see Nicholas once a week.

  I dream of Nicolas, passionate kisses every night.

  Finally, he sees me.

  He invites me to the MC’s Christmas party.

  I believed that only the club whores are allowed to attend.

  Should I go?

  Will Santa check my list?

  Will he give me what I want?

  One

  Nicolas

  “I love December. Yeah, yeah, I know that most of you motherfuckers hate this time of year. To be quite frank, I should hate December with an unholy passion. I have fucked up memories of this time of year, but guess what? I love it because it’s the month that I got patched in. You all, my brothers, are my family. The Hades Knights MC is my home. I consider myself lucky to be here in Cali. That, in my book, tops all other fucking memories. Yeah, it’s been ten fuckingtastic years,” I say, in my southern drawl.

  Yeah, I still have a tad of my southern drawl, but I don’t care. You’d be surprised how often it gets me laid.

  I adjust my Santa hat, as I walk down the room in the club’s chapel or the conference room where the church takes place.

  Yeah, church, means a meeting that only the Hades Knights brothers are allowed to attend. We religiously attend church, rain, or shine.

  The thing is, this is my favorite part of being the enforcer. Yeah, I love blood, I thrive on violence, I love chasing tail, and I love Christmas. Go figure. I’m an insane motherfucker, maybe.

  I know that my brothers hate when I get a chance to organize Christmas. I enforce the club’s bylaws; I take care of business outside the club; yeah, like terminate objections, obstacles, and threats.

  I look at my brothers, and I see Wyatt and Hunter flip me off.

  “Motherfuckers, I’m going to write you down for putting up the Christmas tree and decorations,” I tell them, grinning and flipping them off. I love spreading holiday cheer.

  I look around the table at Seth, Heath, Ryker, Dante, Carter, Chad, Rocco, Creed, Wyatt, Brice, Axle, Hunter, and Colton.

  “This week, we will have the brotherhood Thanksgiving dinner at five. Don’t be late,” I tell them, chuckling. I do a happy dance. The Santa hat swigs manically around.

  Seth, my Prez, glares at the brothers sitting there around the table, smirking and crossing his arms.

  “I don’t want any of you to wimp out on your duties,” Seth says, with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

  “Hell, that’s bullshit!” Wyatt, says glaring at me.

  “Fuck, I have better things to do than to play Santa,” my bro Hunter says, leaning back in his chair, cracking his thick neck.

  My VP, Creed, looks up, raising his right eyebrow in challenge. His cold green eyes scan the room, looking at each brother with his lip curled up in a sneer. My Prez and VP are blood brothers, and both are real bastards. I mean bastards in the sense that they’re mean as they come but fair and honest Jake Wade, their grandfather founded Hades Knights MC. Their Father, Joseph Wade, was in a bad accident on his bike when he was on his way home. The accident damaged his spine; therefore, he needs nursing care and is now in a nursing home. The MC is their legacy.

  “I don’t want to hear any more whining. Christmas in this brotherhood is a family affair. I want you to make sure that the whores feel included because they do take care of your needs. They’re Hades Knights property, so get them a small gift. I want the Hades Asylum ready to party. We will have a party every weekend starting now because the nice girls will be home for the holidays, visiting their families, and will be trying to have some fun with a dirty, outlaw biker,” Creed says, crossing his muscular arms, grinning.

  “Hell, yes, this is always my favorite time of year,” Chad yells, chuckling. He’s the Tail Gunne
r.

  “Right,” Carter says, clenching his jaw, raises his head at Creed, in acceptance. Carter is Road Captain.

  My Prez Seth nods at me, indicating for me to take my seat.

  “Now, we move on to more critical issues. Nicolas and Ryker will do the runs for the pickups this week, as usual.

  Dante and Creed, I need you to do an intel-gathering run at the borders. I heard from Mario, our street dealer, that the Dark Fallen Angels MC are in creeping around our territory. The motherfuckers are crossing into our turf and contacting our dealers. That’s not acceptable; it’s not happening. I’m calling the President of our southern chapter; maybe they have some intel,” Seth says, scolding, he slams his right-hand fist on the wood table.

  “I’m on it,” Creed says, his forehead furrows nodding.

  “What the fuck,” Dante?” The Sergeant at Arms says, looking over at Rocco.

  “Rocco, get me some intel on this. I want the last two months of camera footage and anything else you can find out about the Dark Fallen Angels,” Seth, says grinding his jaw. I could see the muscle twitching from the pressure.

  “On it,” Rocco says, nodding. He runs his hand through his shoulder-length blond hair. Rocco is our IT genius; he can find anything on the internet, or dark web.

  “Heath, Axle, and Chad take care of Styx. I don’t want drugs in our club, or the Hades Asylum clubhouse. Keep an eye on the strippers. They can’t be slinging their pussy to the clients. We don’t need the cops up in our shit. Brice and Colton, get the Hades After Dark schedule ready. Don’t forget to reach out to all the high school kids. This opportunity will be a good outlet for them. They will learn how to defend themselves, release their frustration, and gain some self-confidence. We need to be part of giving back to the boys in the community.

  Soon, we will have enough money to purchase some new legitimate businesses. That means that we will be living off our investments, so there would be no need for any illicit activities. I don’t want any brother to end up in the pen. We got this. The investments will make our lives better; therefore, we can live in peace with clean businesses. I’m thinking in just a year, or so we should have the revenues that we need to go completely legit.” Seth says. He grins, looks around the table at the brothers, crossing his buff arms over his chest.

  “On it,” Heath says, moving his hand to rub his neck. He’s the club’s treasurer.

  “Sounds great,” Axle says, looking at Chad.

  “Yeah, all good,” Chad says, cracking his knuckles.

  “Prez, I think that Beck is up to no good. I’ve noticed that he’s twitchy every time. I think that we should visit his club, Nyx, to see what’s going on,” I tell my Prez.

  “We can pay him visits every day these holidays,” Seth says, taking note.

  “I wonder if the Dark Fallen Angels or the cartel is trying to take over our turf by associating with Beck. I know Beck has been our dealer for a long time, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t change his allegiances if it proved to be more profitable. He is our main dealer in the southern region of our territory. So yeah, we need more intel before we make a move.” Creed says, rubbing his jaw and pulling his beard, squinting his eyes.

  “Yeah, that’s what I’m thinking,” I tell them, cracking my neck.

  “In fact, I heard that his daughter is working with him,” Hunter says, tapping his fingers on the table.

  “Is that right? Do you know anything about his daughter, Nicolas, Ryker? If you don’t have any intel, I need you both to get it,” Seth says, looking at Ryker and me.

  “No, bro, I haven’t seen or heard anything,” Ryker says, shrugging his shoulder, looking at me.

  “No, I haven’t, but I’m going to see what I can find out. Tomorrow I’ll have all the intel we need on Beck’s daughter,” I say, nodding confidently.

  “Right, that’s it for today. Church tomorrow at ten,” Seth says, looking around the table at the members and bangs the gavel.

  The room is full of testosterone; my brothers and I pound the table, yelling our dogma.

  “Hades Knights brotherhood! Honor, duty, respect, and fidelity! One for all and all for one!” we yell.

  My brothers and I file out of the chapel. We walk down the hall and through a solid steel door out into the main living area. Yeah, we have extra security in this part of the clubhouse. We don’t want some club whore to stumble into the chapel.

  Hades Asylum is our home; we each live in an individual apartment. The apartments are a good size room and a bathroom. We have a cleaning service take care of the clubhouse, and you can always get a club whore to take care of your laundry and other chores. Yeah, it’s a pretty impressive setup.

  We enter into the main clubhouse; we have the as a bar with a couple of pool tables. The bar is a big area, open to the public; this is where we have the parties.

  I turn to Ryker, he’s the club’s Lieutenant, and we do the runs, such as pickups or other every day.

  “Hey, Ryker, are you ready to head out?” I ask him, raising my eyebrow.

  “Yeah, give me a few minutes because I need to get me some. I’m going to look for a club whore to help me scratch that itch,” Ryker says, winking.

  “Right,” I respond, nodding.

  I walk into the Hades Asylum bar; I look around at the club whores standing around the bar and pool tables. Ryker walks over to Daisy, a cute blonde with huge blue eyes. He whispers into her ear, and she nods. They walk back to a room.

  I shrug, and walk up to the bar, nodding at Greyson, our prospect. We’re working with two prospects that wish to be a member. Yeah, they need to prove themselves, of course, they do everything and anything we ask them. And yeah, sometimes that means making the bodies disappear. They’re eager to handle it.

  “Son, give me a beer,” I ask him, nodding. I lean against the bar, looking up at the MMA fight playing on the TV.

  “On it,” Son says, handing me the beer bottle.

  A minute later, I feel a warm body press into my back. Yeah, I know it’s Julie, she’s always rubbing up against me when she has a chance.

  “Hey Julie,” I say, turning to look into huge brown eyes. She licks her lips seductively, smiling at me.

  “Nick, do you want some?” Julie purrs, moving her hands under my t-shirt, dragging her fingernails down my abs. She looks at me with her warm brown eyes.

  Hell, I’m a man that can’t resist a woman’s touch and sweet scent, especially when she is offering herself up on a silver platter. My gaze drops down to her huge breasts; how could I not? Especially since she’s wearing a tank top without a bra.

  I take a pull of my beer, then I look around for Ryker, but he’s not ready.

  What the fuck, he’s still at it.

  “Julie, why don’t you give me one of your special blowjobs while I wait,” I tell her, narrowing my eyes.

  Julie squeals, moving her hands down to my belt, unbuttons my jeans, and pulls the zipper down. Her small soft hands encircle my engorged cock. She takes my hard cock into her mouth.

  Hell, yes, it’s good to be part of the Hades Knights.

  Two

  Cassandra

  “Cassandra, are you done with the reports? The Hades Knights will be here soon. I need to get those bastards in and out as quickly as possible. Did you adjust the transactions as I asked you? I don’t want the Hades Knights to get an inkling of what I’m doing with the guns and drugs. They think that they’re tough, but they’re pussies. I’m making a bigger profit in dealing with my new associate. Yeah, I’m not wasting my time on weed when I can deal with the harder drugs that are more profitable,” my Father says, walking up to me.

  He glares at me with his cold dark brown eyes, placing his hands on the desk to lean in closer to peer at the monitor.

  I type the last few words and click on print, and then I look at him, nodding. I clasp my hands on my lap to keep them from shaking.

  I hate it when he’s so close to me. I can’t help it; this feeling is overwhelming;
I want to run as far away from him as I can.

  The printer starts printing; I turn to look at the printer, clenching my hands. My heart pounds faster, from the fear. I never know when my Father will hit me or not, for even the simple reason that the machine is not working. I fear of doing anything that will set off his fury.

  I don’t know why my father hates me so. The only thing that I remember is my mother leaving, changing the course of my life forever. She just up and left me and my sister Alessa one morning. Alessa was three, and I was four.

  My Father hired a nanny and then shipped us off to boarding school soon as he could. I never saw my sister or Father until I graduated from all-girls’ college. Alessa is still in school

  I know that I look like my mother, but I’m not my mother. I don’t understand why he’s so abusive, really mean to me.

  It’s like a dream, or sometimes it’s terrifying, like a never-ending nightmare, stuck on repeat. I wonder if my life will ever change.

  “Cassandra, look at me.” my Father says, placing his hands on his waist.

  I turn around to look at him, but I can’t look him in the eyes. I hate seeing how cold and evil he is. He doesn’t care what happens to Alessa or me.

  “Soon, I’m going to marry you off to my new business associate. You’re going to be my contribution, my capital for this burgeoning partnership. I’m informing you, so you get used to the idea that you’re going to marry and do everything he wants,” my Father says, squinting his dark evil eyes.

  “What? What do you mean that I’m your capital? I can’t marry someone I don’t know,” I tell my Father angrily.

  “What the hell Cassandra? I never said that you had a say in my decision. You will marry, and I don’t want to hear you cry about it incessantly, I hate to hear you cry because you remind me of your whore of a mother,” my Father yells at me.