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  Michail: Anarchy Kings MC

  He Lives In Darkness, She's Lost,

  Love Lights Their Soul!

  NorCal Chapter

  Michail: Anarchy Kings MC

  Dark Alphas MC Romance

  P.T. Macias

  Michail: Anarchy Kings MC, He Lives In Darkness, She's Lost, Love Lights Their Soul, (Dark Alphas MC Romance) NorCal Chapter By P.T. Macias

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  Copyright 2020 P.T. Macias

  Copyright © 2020 By P. T. Macias.

  ISBN- 9798613713509

  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!

  Synopsis

  Michail Stone

  The run went south.

  The package was stolen.

  I got shot.

  I'm left for dead.

  An angel saves me.

  She's beautiful.

  She's innocent.

  She's scared.

  She's mine.

  Leticia Soto

  The neighborhood gang is all over.

  They're behind my home.

  I'm alone.

  I'm scared.

  The shots are near.

  The shouts are loud.

  I saw the drug deal go down.

  The man is shot.

  He's calling for help.

  He's bleeding.

  My heart skips a beat.

  He calls my soul.

  I risk it.

  I help him.

  I saved him.

  Table Of Contents

  Prologue

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Note From P.T. Macias

  P.T. Macias

  P.T. Macias Series

  P.T. Macias Links

  Love Me, Stalk Me!

  Note To Reader

  Prologue

  Leticia

  "Mama, please don't do this," I say, biting my trembling lower lip.

  I lean against the door frame of my Mama's room, trying to control the bile that is rising and receding. I feel sick to my stomach, helpless and scared.

  "Do as I say," Mama says, opening draws.

  I cross my arms tight against my chest, looking at Mama run around the room like crazy, grabbing her clothes, throwing piles into the old travel bag. She stops in the middle of the room, closes her eyes, sighing for a minute. She runs her hands through her short hair, then anxiously looks around the room, trying to pack everything as soon as possible for that asshat.

  Crappityfuck!

  I walk away from Mama's room down the hall and into my room, shaking my head. I roll my eyes as I walk over to the window in my room, pulling back the dark blue curtain so I can look down at the parking lot, chewing my lower lip.

  My stomach is doing somersaults, making me sick, just thinking of leaving this apartment terrifies me. I need to take control of my pounding heart that's threatening to pop out of my chest.

  I know that that asshat Ralph Nuttal is out there waiting for me to walk out. He lives in the apartment complex across the street, and he's always looking out for me. He's the main reason that I don't go out, I mean no parties or anywhere. I only go to school and back.

  I hate that asshat Ralph; the bastard raped me. It was last year at the beginning of the school year; he was a senior, and I was a freshman.

  He wouldn't leave me alone and to top it off he's in that stupid gang, the Royal Mambas. It's been a year; really, you think that he would take the hint that I don't want him.

  I can't figure it out because he acts as if he owns me. What makes him think that I want him or that I wanted him to rape me. Just because I agreed to go on a date, he wants to own me.

  No, I didn't tell a soul!

  It's my fault that I went to the drive-in with him.

  Nobody will believe me.

  I deal with it.

  I don't do anything that will expose me to that ever again.

  It's not happening.

  Yeah, he invited me to see a movie, at the drive-in, the only one in Sacramento, which is still open. I thought it would be fun since the drive-in was new to me.

  My BFF Carol was going with her guy, Dave. It was supposed to be a double date. So, of course, I said yes, and I was super excited because Ralph is so cute, and a senior.

  Not!

  Ralph picked me up; I was so happy. He said that Carol and Dave would meet us at the drive-in.

  Yeah, I was stupid, naive, and stupid.

  What can I say?

  Carol and Dave didn't show. Carol told me that Dave canceled the date due to some emergency.

  Right!

  Crappityfuck!

  I thought Ralph was nice, but he's a monster.

  That night, we arrived at the drive-in, it was a beautiful night. Ralph brought some drinks and munches. I was having fun, then I went to the bathroom, feeling a little dizzy. I splash some water on my face. Then I returned to the car. Next thing I knew that the bastard had me pushed on to my back and was on top and inside of me.

  I think that he put some type of drug in my soda.

  The son of a bitch!

  Fuck, that image is always replaying in my mind day and night.

  "Get off me," I yell, pushing my hands against his chest, kicking my foot at the door, trying to force him off me.

  "Letty, you know you want me. Your eyes say that you want me," Ralph sneers, smirking takes my hands, holding onto my wrists over my head.

  "I don't," I scream, tears falling down my face.

  "Stop screaming, you little bitch! You're mine now," Ralph yells, moving faster inside me.

  "It hurts," I yell, moving my legs, trying to rest them on the seat, dash, or door to get some leverage to push him off.

  "Shut the fuck up," Ralph yells, striking my face, I saw stars. After the second blow, I blacked out.

  "Leticia," Mama yells, bringing me back from that horrible image of that night.

  I don't love him

  I can't stand him.

  I hate him.

  Why wouldn't he get it through his thick head that I do not want anything to do with him.

  A piercing pain shoots through my head, and my stomach flips over.

  "Hurry Leticia Maria Sanchez, John is going to be here any minute, and I don't want to keep him waiting. We should be grateful that he wants to marry me and to take care of you. It's not easy to find a nice man to want to take on such a responsibility," Mama says, walking into my room.

  Mama stops at the door, placing her hands on her womanly hips staring at me with her huge brown eyes. My Mama is still young and beautiful. She had me when sh
e was young, so she's in her thirties.

  I close the curtain turning to look at Mama smiling weakly.

  "Well," Mama says, raising her eyebrow.

  I hate when Mama calls me by my full name because that means that she wants me to do what she says and doesn't want to listen to anything I have to say. And it also means that Mama has made up her mind and only wants me to obey without any thought.

  Yeah, it worked when I was younger, but not now that I'm sixteen years old.

  Crappityfuck!

  I stare at her; then, I turn away, waving my hand around the small room sighing.

  "Mama, it's not like we have a lot to pack, and anyway, that man is never on time," I say, walking over to the empty box on the carpet.

  "I want to be ready, it's only right," Mama says, smiling.

  "Well, if he's not here on time, please take my bag and box. I have to be at work in a couple of hours," I say, pulling out my drawers.

  I'm a waitress at the La Luna Mexican restaurant a few blocks down the street. Mama works there too. I like it because I get great tips that I'm saving my money to get away from here.

  "Okay, mi Niña Chiquita (my little girl)," Mama says, walking over to me. She hugs me, placing a kiss on my temple.

  "Thank you," I say, pulling out of her arms. I start to pack.

  "Okay, hurry up," Mama says, nodding. She leaves my room happy that I started packing.

  I don't get it!

  The apartment is small; it came with the old furniture. I start to pack away the few special belongings that I have besides my clothing. Yeah, it takes me only a few minutes, so why is Mama so stressed out.

  I still don't understand why she's marrying that awful man.

  I don't want Mama to marry that man.

  Doesn't she see how he looks at me?

  That man looks like he's scheming, he's devious, I can see it in his dark beady eyes. I wonder what Mama sees in him; how does she believe he's going to take care of us?

  I mean, I don't see anything that that man has that's better than what we have. John's apartment is only a block down the street. The only different thing is that it's on the ground floor.

  Whoop hoo!

  What an improvement.

  Crappityfuck!

  It makes no sense for Mama to marry the fool. He's just as poor as we are, yet Mama feels that our life will change by marrying that man John Pence.

  I don't think so, but she wouldn't listen to me.

  Let me tell you, I know his son Nestor, he graduated last year, and he's pure evil. He's also Ralph's friend.

  Need I say more?

  That's right, he's that asshat Ralph's friend, and he looks at me weird. He scares me, especially since I'm going to be living in the same apartment. I know that there isn't a good bone in his body.

  I can't stand it because I feel it in my gut, they're up to no good.

  I'm afraid.

  I'm sure that Nestor joined the Royal Mambas gang with Ralph after they graduated from high school. The Royal Mambas torment, extort and deal drugs in the neighborhood. Nestor is always with those asshats.

  They're damn bullies; they take money from the young and old, they don’t discriminate, and don't get me started about the drugs. My BBF, Carol, got addicted to ecstasy, because of Dave. He also joined the Royal Mambas. Carol ran away, and I'm so worried about her.

  I can't stand them.

  They hang around the corner gas station across from La Luna Mexican restaurant like a bunch of hyenas waiting for their prey.

  Crappityfuck!

  A few days later.

  I finally cleaned up the stupid dirty apartment that we're now living in. Yeah, it was filthy, you can just imagine with a pair of lazy men living in it.

  I see that the asshat John wants my Mama for her to work, the fool doesn't work. He just got fired.

  Really?

  Crappityfuck!

  My Mama thought that a Gringo would be better than my loser Cholo father. You know, my Mama doesn't deserve to end up with losers, but I don't see how she even believes a word they say. She's a smart woman.

  I don't get it.

  You can say that we're settled into our new life, right.

  I walk into the bathroom to take a quick shower before the asshats get home. The water doesn't get very hot, and I like it steaming hot. I want to remove all of the dirt, all of the germs from my body. I can't help it; I'm still trying to get rid of Ralph's scent. I swear that after all this time, I can still smell it.

  Crappityfuck!

  I turn off the water, and I get out of the shower pulling my towel. That's the only thing that I bought when I started working. It's a huge soft Cinderella towel. I love that story. I can dream about my Prince Charming even if I know in my heart that he doesn’t exist.

  I pull on my loose sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. I don't want to give the asshats anything to look at when they're home.

  Yeah, I might be over exaggerating, but hey, a girl can't be too careful, especially with those disgusting looks they give me.

  I put my hair up in a messy bun, and I open the door. Then I close it when I see Nestor leaning against the wall waiting for me.

  "Hey," Nestor says, smirking tapping his fingers on the wall.

  He's tall, lean, and has dark brown hair and amber color eyes. He's cute, but I know that he's up to no good. Besides, he's a Royal Mambas, and that's no good.

  "Go away," I yell, looking at the door with the bolt. I look at the lock biting my lower lip because I know that if he really wants to, he can break the damn cheap door down.

  "Fuck Leticia, come on out. I want to talk to you. Come on, Sis," Nestor says, hitting the door with his fist.

  "I'm not your sister, and I'm not interested in anything that you have to say," I yell, looking at my cell phone. I chew my lower lip, looking at the time. My Mama wouldn't be home until another hour or so.

  Crappityfuck!

  "When you get out, I'll be here waiting for you," Nestor says, kicking the door.

  I didn't answer, leaning against the sink. I wait for my Mama. But I'm also ready to call the police if he insists on opening the door.

  I'll be damn if allow another motherfucker asshat rape me again!

  Two years later.

  I get on the public bus so I can get to work on time. I have short days at school because it's almost graduation day and senior activities.

  Yeah, I don't do the senior activities. I'm good; I need to work.

  I walk down the aisle inside the bus and take a seat at the back, near the rear door.

  A few minutes later, I get to my stop, and I get off. I walk down the street, passing several stores and restaurants, and then I enter the back door of the restaurant where I work.

  "Hey, Letty," the cook says, smiling. He flips the carne asada and chicken breasts on the grill.

  "Hi Kiko," I say, nodding, walking towards the back room.

  "Your Mama is still here," Kiko says, lifting his chin, pointing to the back.

  "Thanks," I say, walking to the backroom that is our locker break room.

  My Mama is sitting on the bench with her head in her hands. She's crying, and it's so painful to see her like that.

  "Mama, what's wrong," I say, walking over to her. I wrap my arm around her shoulders, hugging her.

  Mama sits up, runs her hands over her face wiping the tears from her face. She smiles at me, shaking her head.

  "It’s nothing mi Nina,” Mama says, pushing up from the bench.

  “Okay, I’ll be home late because I’m closing,” I say, taking in her how thin she’s become.

  “Okay, make sure that you have something to eat before you leave because I don’t think that we have anything good at home,” Mama says, walking to her locker. She opens it up and takes out her purse and applies her lipstick.

  Mama is so beautiful; I don’t know how she ended up with that bastard.

  “I’m going to cook your favorite on Friday for your birthday and g
raduation day,” Mama says, closing the locker. It’s my birthday; I’m turning eighteen on Friday, which is also my high school graduation. That’s in two days! I’m so excited that I’m almost free.

  “That would be awesome, Mama,” I say, nodding. I walk over to my locker, placing my purse inside.

  “Later, mi Nina,” Mama says, leaning over to hug me.

  “Yes, later,” I say, smiling at her. I hug her tight, feeling an ache in my heart.

  I can’t believe it!

  Finally.

  Now I can leave the apartment as soon as I find a roommate. But my Mama doesn’t want to leave that bastard, John.

  I just knew it!

  That gut feeling that I felt, that told me that John and his son Nestor are no good is now proven.

  It’s so painful to see my Mama put up with his verbal and physical abuse. That man is always drunk, and guess what, my Mama works hard to pay for the damn dinky ugly apartment.

  Don’t get me started on Nestor, that son of a bitch is entrenched deeply in that stupid Royal Mambas gang. He’s now Ralph’s right hand because Ralph is the leader.

  Isn’t that just great!

  It’s been hard keeping away from them, but Nestor doesn’t dare touch me or do anything at home.

  That’s a fucking relief because I’m hardly ever home. I go to school, go to work, and come back to sleep. Oh yeah, on the weekend, I do a double shift, for the same reason. I don’t want to be home, and I need to save money.

  Yeah, of course, I have a padlock and a deadbolt. Just in case, but I know that if those asshats want in, nothing will stop them.

  The only reason that I know that that bastard John abuses my Mama is because of the bruises that she has, but she keeps telling me that they are from a fall. She’s also suffered from a broken arm and ribs in the last year. Those kinds of injuries happen when I’m at work.

  Bastard!

  I want to kill him!

  Mama doesn’t want to call the police.

  I do hear his verbal abuse when I’m home, and I feel so helpless. I feel like we’re caged, chained in this nightmare, and we can’t escape.