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  AF MC Ohio – Book Two

  By Esther E. Schmidt

  Copyright © 2019 by Esther E. Schmidt All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form, without permission in writing from the author.

  This book is a work of fiction. Incidents, names, places, characters and other stuff mentioned in this book is the results of the author’s imagination. AF MC Ohio - Book Two is a work of fiction. If there is any resemblance, it is entirely coincidental.

  This content is for mature audiences only. Please do not read if sexual situations, violence and explicit language offends you.

  Synopsis

  As a Federal Agent, doing what is right has always coursed through Casey’s veins. The one thing he didn’t expect was to give up everything he worked hard for in an effort to save the one woman who managed to crawl underneath his skin.

  Wendy has succeeded for years to keep her MC ties separate from her personal life. Yet, in the end, there’s nothing she can do to prevent it from getting tangled and mixed together.

  Will the collision of two MCs become a slaughter party for every single one in their family? Or will brotherhood prevail and unite to save what’s left of the ones who will fight for a better future?

  *** When you’ve been living a shiny life, one might think you have it all. But when you’re ready to trade everything you’ve worked for to save the life of a woman, you become aware life has been nothing but mediocre. Jump into the lives of Casey and Wendy, the final book in the AF MC Ohio duet.***

  Cover design by:

  Esther E. Schmidt

  Editor #1:

  Christi Durbin

  Editor #2:

  Virginia Tesi Carey

  Cover Model:

  Steffen Hughes

  Photographer:

  Golden Czermak / FuriousFotog

  Dedication

  If you feel as if life’s plot twists are constantly being thrown in your direction...this one is for you.

  Don’t dodge them; stand strong, grab hold, and make the best of any situation.

  Table of contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Epilogue

  Chapter One

  ***Casey***

  Fucking hell, this is so not the way I thought this day would go. Dammit. The replay of what took place earlier is still branded in my brain when I saw two guys grab Gwendolyn and drag her into an unmarked van. I had no choice but to take cover when another fucker opened fire. I did take the guy out though, but there’s no satisfaction running through my veins as I’m standing here in the clubhouse of AF MC.

  She’s gone. They fucking took her. If I would have called it in—how I normally would do as a federal agent—it would have taken forever to gather a team and head out after them. I did the only thing I knew that would result in ‘right the fuck now’ action. Hence the reason I called Ransom and headed for the AF MC clubhouse to talk this through with Calix, the Prez of this MC.

  All my damn life I wanted nothing more than to be a federal agent, making shit right in the world one case at a time. With my brother Ransom—blood or not, the man is my brother—being part of an MC it has been risky at times with them balancing the thin line of the law.

  One woman. One damn woman makes me want to throw my badge to the ground and grab hold of a leather cut that’s been offered to me so many times in the past. Now it holds more meaning than ever because I need it for a chance to get her home safe. That’s fucking right; a chance. I don’t even know if I can get her home safe or if she’s even still alive or not. One thing I do know is that the law can’t do shit in this situation. Yet, I feel it in my gut, this MC damn well can.

  Calix, the Prez of this MC? We go way back. Not as bikers but as lawmen. Calix used to be a detective. A damn great one before he retired because he took over as President of the Ohio charter. I’ve always envied his decision. The one he not only made for himself but also for Tenley, his Old Lady. The man changed so much, and not for the worst. Hell, no. If you ask the man, he’d tell you it was the best decision he ever made.

  I can’t say a woman has ever spiked my blood. Not one worthy enough to put my career at stake for, that’s for damn sure. Until I laid eyes on Gwendolyn, Wendy as everyone else calls her, but I happen to love the sound of her full name. Long, red curly hair along with the face of an angel. High cheekbones, full damn kissable lips and those bright eyes you want to drown in. It’s because of her hair I gave her the nickname Curls.

  She’s the best friend of Hedwig, Ransom’s Old Lady. That’s how I met her the first time, and also the second time, when we bumped heads straight away. She’s feisty and clearly doesn’t let anyone tell her what to do.

  Now, I sure as hell respect an independent woman, but in that moment, she needed to follow my lead. Someone cut the power to Hedwig’s house and I needed to check it out and keep everyone safe.

  Curls baldly ran her mouth and seeing she had just arrived in her car, and with me having easy access to information...I had her license plate checked out and had all the basic info about her within a few minutes.

  I never would have pictured the high-class woman as a damn coroner. A forensic pathologist trained in death investigation to be exact. Yes, I admit, it only made my dick throb even harder for her.

  Those two times we met face to face were enough to get me hooked and I’m not even going to mention the third time we collided, because that’s a whole different story. She’s a surprise at every turn and the mischief in her eyes? Fucking phenomenal. And now she’s gone. Taken by two guys and I have no damn clue why.

  In anger my gaze lands on the fucker I killed who is now lying on the floor in the middle of the clubhouse where I dumped him. The roaring of bikes fills the air. More bikers? I damn well hope so. But I watch as bikers with a different patch come strolling in. One of them is Thorn, the VP of Thorns ‘n’ Bones MC.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” I roar, and hear Ransom growl the exact same question along with me.

  “I called them,” Calix states. “Wendy is connected with them somehow and if shit was turned around, I would respect the fucking courtesy if they would inform me. Hence the reason I called them here, maybe they can either help out or have intel that could help.”

  “Fuckin’ Lee, that fuckin’ rat,” the guy next to Thorn spits as he kicks the dead guy who’s sprawled out on the floor where I dumped him.

  “Save it, Ryke,” Thorn grunts while his eyes meet Calix. “I’m thankful you called, though we were in the middle of some serious fucked up shit and could use your help.”

  “What the fuck is going on? What did you drag Wendy into and for fuck’s sake, why?” I bark.

  My anger is skyrocketing while fear is taking root inside my veins with the mere thought of not being able to know where Gwendolyn is. Minutes are ticking away while we’re standing here and it could be minutes I need to save her damn life. All of it makes my chest heave rapidly as I drag a hand through my hair and tune back into the conversation.

  “...Ryke’s sister is missing and when you called we were about to check her house. On the ride over here we needed to take a detour since our Prez was just assassinated by our own fuckin’ guys,” Thorn states, making the whole room fall silent.

  “Well, don’t just stand there and do nothing,�
�� Hedwig snaps, shaking everyone out of their staring match.

  Thorn takes a step toward me. “For your fucking information...Wendy wasn’t dragged into this shit; she was fucking born into it. She’s my sister. The President’s daughter; a fucking Princess. They killed our father and took her for leverage.”

  “Fuuuuuuuck,” Ransom whispers.

  “What? What’s wrong? What’s going to happen?” Hedwig urges.

  Ransom connects his gaze with Hedwig, his face filling with sadness and regret. “It complicates shit, Hedwig. She’s a Princess, the President’s daughter...their Prez just got assassinated by their own guys. Wendy isn’t tied to AF MC. The only link is your friendship with her. Clearly, it’s Thorns ‘n’ Bones MC club business, we can’t interfere.”

  Hedwig goes white as a sheet and rushes off to the bathroom. Tenley and Ransom rush after her. Fucking hell. I damn well know how shit in MCs work. Ransom’s right, my Curls isn’t tied to anyone in this MC so she’s Thorns ‘n’ Bones MC’s problem to handle. Except their fucking Prez was just fucking murdered and I’m sure it’s tied to Curls’ kidnapping. It’s plain logic.

  Everyone is mixed in discussions, throwing words around and no one is offering a solution; they’re just arguing about boundaries. Fuck. My mind is reeling and I’m about to palm my gun and shoot a round to gather everyone’s attention when I hear a loud whistle coming from Ransom, which silences the room instantly.

  Calix glances around until his eyes land on Hedwig. Regret and sympathy shining through.

  “Please,” Hedwig croaks and it’s fucking killing me how she pleads with the Prez of AF MC to help save her friend.

  My eyes find Hedwig’s, and I’m sure she sees the anger showing on my face because she takes a step back. My gaze slides up, locking with Ransom’s before I let my head swing toward Calix.

  I’ve had enough. If no one steps up for Curls, I will. Daughter of an MC President or not—a fucking princess or not—I will risk everything to have her home safe. Not just because she spikes my blood and hardens my dick, while being the headstrong and independent woman she is and drawing my utter attention along with it. But also because she’s Hedwig’s best friend.

  Hedwig, Ransom’s Old Lady, is pregnant and will have his kid within the next two months. I’ll be an uncle to the little one so Hedwig is already part of my family. Besides, Ransom deserves happiness, I fucking owe him. His whole youth was one fucked up tragic mess, where his father killed his mother, which resulted in him being thrown into the system until finally the two of us ended up in the house he’s living in now.

  The house he inherited from the people who took the both of us in. Blood or not, Ransom is my brother, we have a connection more solid than any DNA test can point out. He was a nomad for years, never staying in one place except to come home to that house for a few days every now and then to fucking breathe.

  Until Hedwig bought the house next door and he knocked her up the same day they met. He only became aware she was pregnant when he was finally able to return home after being hurt by a gang related incident. He immediately asked Calix for a vote, he’s no longer a nomad but a member of AF MC Ohio where he will stay in one spot.

  The way he talks about Hedwig? I’ve never seen the man’s face light up or be so damn positive about his future. It’s Hedwig. She’s the reason he’s settling down and is planning a future neither of us thought was even slightly possible. I owe it to them, to the baby inside her who doesn’t need the damn stress, and I owe it to my fucking self to step up for once and not think about my badge or what happens next. They fucking took her right before my eyes.

  “Prez, I need a word,” I demand.

  “Can’t you see I’m a little busy here, Casey?” Calix says without breaking eye contact with the VP of Thorns ‘n’ Bones MC, clearly annoyed by the interruption.

  “Just wanted to let you know it’s time. Give me my fucking cut. The one you promised would be there for me if I wanted it,” I snap.

  This draws Calix’s attention and the man nods. “You know it’s yours, brother. We’d be fucking honored to have you, we’ll settle this later.”

  Thought so. We’ve worked together many times, but this can’t wait. “Not later, right fucking now because I also need to state a claim...Wendy is my Old Lady,” I say, surprising everyone in the room.

  “Fuck,” Calix mutters. “Then I guess we’d better brace ourselves and get ready to go hunt down—and fucking kill—those who fucking dared to touch one of AF MC’s Old Ladies.”

  Shit, yeah. Their hands were tied before, but the second I claimed Curls she became my property and with it she’s under the protection of AF MC Ohio. Since she’s already tied to Thorns ‘n’ Bones MC, she now has two MCs at her back.

  “Could we focus on how to go from here, we’re wasting time,” I growl, annoyed we’re all still standing around doing nothing.

  “We didn’t know Wendy was missing until now. We had Lee here,” Thorn kicks the dead guy I shot, “standing watch. There’s something only a few folks know, and it comes in damn fucking handy right now.”

  Thorn pulls his phone from his jeans and taps a few times and eyes me. “You and I will have a chat later. Though I appreciate you claiming her and with it granting us the help we need to clean out the rats within our MC, I’m not fucking happy you claimed my sister, get me? Since I don’t even know who you are and haven’t heard shit about you from my sister.” I give him a nod and the fucker turns the screen toward me. “The first time they took her, barely six years old, our father put a tracking chip inside her to be able to locate her at all times in case we needed to.”

  I couldn’t care less what he says or thinks, but fucking hell...kidnapped at the age of six? Though I’m thankful she’s got a tracking chip inside her, but the reasons are fucked up.

  “The red dot is her? They’re holding her at...fuck. Warehouses, empty ones are the only things around this location.” My chest tightens at the way they took her and how easily things can escalate. “We’re leaving. Now,” I snap and head for the door.

  “Now hang on one damn second,” Calix grumbles and grabs my shoulder. “We need to think things through.”

  I spin around and face my Prez. Fuck. My Prez. Who knew I’d ever have one? I for sure didn’t, but there it is. I demanded the cut he offered me many times, and now I have to show respect and damn well listen. Though the support and respect works both ways and for damn sure it’s the kind that runs deep.

  It’s also the reason I know my words will lay heavy on his shoulders when I tell him, “What if it was your Old Lady? What if they took Tenley? Would you wait one damn second when you knew the exact location?”

  The man can school his features like a pro, but he can’t mask the wince brought out from my words.

  “Everyone weapon up,” Calix bellows. “Tenley, keep an eye on Ransom’s Old Lady. Ransom, you stayin’ here or comin’ with?”

  Ransom meets my eyes and I can tell he’s torn. To be honest? I understand him even more since the second I laid eyes on Curls, and with the spoken claim, she’s mine. Whether she likes it or not, but I’d rather fight over this shit than not have her breathing at all.

  “Stay here, brother,” I tell him. “Your Old Lady is pregnant and doesn’t need the added stress.” I direct my attention toward Hedwig. “You can bet your ass I’m going to do everything within my power to get her back. Even if it’ll cost me my last damn breath,” I vow to Curls’ friend before I stalk to my car to—as my Prez called it—weapon up.

  I’ve got two weapons strapped to my upper body, one more on my thigh, and a set of tiny knives strapped to my other thigh. Not to mention my backup piece is around my ankle.

  “What. The. Fuck?” Thorn snaps as he stalks toward me in anger.

  Oh, yeah. I’m also wearing my FBI bulletproof vest.

  “No worries, Thorn. Didn’t you hear me in there? My loyalty belongs with AF MC now, and to my Old Lady. My wrath isn’t focused on you, nor is the
watchful eye of the law. Within this moment only my Old Lady matters.”

  “Fuck,” Thorn grumbles and rubs a hand over his face. “A fucking Fed claimed my damn sister? What the fuck, man?”

  Ryke is standing next to Thorn with a similar look of shock painting his face. I don’t have time for this shit.

  “Shove your issues up your ass and straddle your bike. His Old Lady is the only priority right now. He might have a badge but I’m pretty damn sure he’s not bringing it with him. He’s out for blood and justice in a whole different way, and so are we. Let’s ride!” Calix slaps Thorn’s back and I take this as my cue to get behind the wheel and drive off.

  I don’t even care if they follow me with their bikes. I have my destination and one damn goal in mind; My Curls. Hang on baby, I’m on my fucking way.

  Chapter Two

  ***Wendy***

  Keep breathing. Deep one in...hold it...release. I have to get through this, one way or another they will come for me. Even if my last breath leaves my body, I’m damn sure revenge will rob these fuckers of their lives.

  How do I know? Because this is not my first rodeo. Sad but true. I’m the princess or so they call the daughter of the President of an MC. I was born into this life with a huge arrow pointing at my head to show others I’m the prized possession when it comes to leverage for the Prez and the MC.

  I’ve been successfully kidnapped—and saved—twice before. And to add to this count...three attempts that the MC has managed to end before they could take me. And now this happened.

  And I consider this the worst one out of all of them. Though being kidnapped at the age of six does give a girl thoughts one doesn’t need at that age. Want to know why I think this one’s the worst? Because I know these fuckers.

  What they don’t know is the fact that I have a tracking chip inside me. Only my father and brother know about this little fact, but it doesn’t help me one bit if they don’t know I’ve been taken. It may complicate things a little more though. I hope Casey finds out I have a brother. Thorn needs to know I was taken so he can track me.