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  Table of Contents

  WRECKED

  COPYRIGHT

  PROLOGUE

  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

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

  CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

  CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

  CHAPTER FORTY

  CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

  CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

  EPILOGUE

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  OTHER TITLES BY HONEY PALOMINO

  WRECKED

  GODS OF CHAOS MC

  BOOK FOUR

  HONEY PALOMINO

  COPYRIGHT

  Copyright © 2016 by HONEY PALOMINO

  All Rights Reserved Worldwide

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means without permission from the author. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, events, locations and incidences are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. This book is for entertainment purposes only.

  This book contains mature content and is intended for adults only.

  PROLOGUE

  Jesse

  They say all great changes are preceded by chaos.

  We didn’t know it then, but our lives were about to be swept away by chaos.

  But at that moment in time, there was nothing but innocence.

  The kind of innocence that only young kids know. The kind of innocence that engulfs you when you fall in love for the first time. The kind of innocence that’s ripped from you later once the world starts to have its way with you.

  But right there in that one precious innocent moment, it was perfect. It was peaceful.

  There was no chaos.

  There was only love.

  There was only me. And there was only her. And the love we had for each other.

  And in that moment, that was the only thing we needed.

  “Tell me something you’ve never told anyone,” Frankie said. Her head rested on my chest and together we stared up at the sparkling stars of the midnight blue Oregon sky. She shivered in my arms, and I wrapped the wool Pendleton blanket around us tighter, the wind so cold it ripped right through the blanket, but we didn’t notice.

  “We’ve spent the last three months glued to each other’s sides, babe,” I said, leaning down and pushing away her long black hair to kiss her neck. “I think you’ve heard everything there is to hear about me.”

  “There’s gotta be something,” she whispered, as if she didn’t want to disturb the stars.

  I tensed beside her as the memory gripped me. I usually didn’t let myself think about it anymore, but it was really the only secret I had.

  And it was a stupid secret. I hated it. But it was mine.

  It didn’t matter to anyone but me - that’s why I’d never told anyone before.

  “Alright, there’s one thing,” I said, after a long sigh. “I don’t know why I’m telling you this, but it’s all I can think of.”

  “I knew there was something,” she smiled up at me, her beauty shining brighter than any star above us.

  God, I loved her. I loved her so fucking much. My feelings for her gripped me so fucking tight there were times when I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I’d never been in love before, and neither had Frankie, but we’d gotten so wrapped up in each other that we were completely consumed by love.

  “Well, it’s not anything good, so don’t get too excited,” I warned, “in fact, you have to promise not to tell anyone, okay? For like - your whole life. I’ve never told anyone before.”

  “I promise,” Frankie said, holding out her pinkie and hooking it onto mine before brushing a quick kiss against my lips. “Pinky swear.”

  “Alright,” I nodded, lowering my voice, even though I knew there wasn’t another soul for miles. “Well, it’s about my dad. I told you about him, remember?”

  “Of course, how could I forget? He sounds awful.”

  “The alcohol made him awful,” I said, the details of the memory flooding back like a damn had burst open inside of me. “When he wasn’t drunk, he wasn’t too bad. But I think I only really saw him sober twice, so yeah - I guess he was pretty awful.”

  Frankie reached down and squeezed my hand, pulling it up and pressing it against the warmth of her heart, her heartbeat pulsing into the middle of my palm.

  She was so good. So strong. So fucking alive. And she made me feel alive just being around her. More alive than I’d ever felt before.

  “Anyway, I told you Ma and I split when I was seven, but I never really told you why,” I continued, staring up at the sky, the same stars shining down on me that had been there my whole life. “It was Christmas night. They had a fight. A bad one. He hit her, hard. Busted her lip and gave her a black eye. Afterwards, he’d passed out cold right under the Christmas tree, like he was some sad gift that had been discarded and forgotten. He was drooling and he’d pissed his pants. It was an awful sight.” I shuddered now, the image clear as the stars above us, even now, after all these years. “We packed all our stuff and left him lying there under the blinking lights. I’ll never forget it,” I said, the hair on the back of my neck standing up like I was being haunted by the memories.

  “Wow,” Frankie whispered.

  “Yeah, but here’s the thing. We never went back but he kept living in the same shitty trailer after we left,” I said. “Five years later, we got a call from the landlord. He said they hadn’t seen him in a few weeks and rent was late, so I went over to his place. Ma refused to go, so I went alone. I was only twelve.”

  It was hard to form the words that I’d never before let pass my lips. I took a deep breath, summoning the courage to keep going.

  “The key was hidden under the mat, same as it’d always been. I let myself in after he didn’t answer the door. He was dead on the couch. Probably been lying there dead for several days.”

  “You found him yourself? Oh, no! I’m so sorry, baby,” Frankie said, her eyes full of empathy. I reached up and caressed her cheek, relishing the silky feel of her skin under my fingertips.

  “That’s not the secret,” I continued. “It was that fucking tree.”

  “The Christmas tree?” her eyes widened.

  “Yep. The same fucking one. It was still up. He’d left it there all those fucking years. I can’t believe it didn’t catch fire. The lights were still plugged in, but of course, they’d all burnt out by then. Everything else was the same, except all the needles had fallen to the ground. The same ornaments, the same gar
land made out of the same stupid fucking popcorn my mom had insisted we pop that day, falling apart and disintegrating,” I paused, my heart racing as I relived it. “The same stupid star still sitting where I’d placed it on top, completely covered in five years of dust. It was unbelievable.”

  “Wow!” Frankie said.

  “Yeah, I know. It fucking freaked me out. So much so, that before I called the cops or anyone else, I pulled the tree into the backyard and set fire to it first.”

  “Oh, my god!” Frankie said. “Why?”

  “Because I couldn’t look at it,” I said, shaking my head. “For some reason, it was worse than seeing his bloated dead body. It was just a symbol of how fucked up everything was, how fucked up he was, you know? I knew the cops would make me leave his place once they arrived.. And I knew then that a bunch of other cops and the medical examiners would be milling around his house - they’d all see the dry, dead tree, and I was embarrassed for him, you know? I was embarrassed that his life was so sad and pathetic that he kept that fucking tree all that time.”

  “Why didn’t you tell anyone?” she asked.

  “Who was I going to tell?” I shrugged. “I was embarrassed for him, but I was embarrassed for myself too, even though I know it doesn’t make any sense. Maybe it’s because I came from that dysfunction, you know? That pathetic mess of a human being created me. I’m ashamed to have come from him.”

  “You didn’t tell your Mom?”

  “Nah,” I replied. “I was going to. But when I told her he died, she was so smug about it. Said she knew he’d never get out of the gutter he was in. I don’t know,” I shrugged. “I guess I just didn’t want to give her that, too, you know?”

  “Yeah…” she said, snuggling into my side and wrapping her legs around my thighs. I pulled her in close, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair.

  “Thanks for telling me,” she whispered.

  “I’ll never tell anyone else that for the rest of my life.”

  “Your secret is safe with me,” she said, lifting her face to mine as I kissed her gently.

  “I love you, Frankie,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around her.

  “I love you, too, Jesse,” she whispered back.

  “Forever?” I asked, peering down at her, my heart so full of love I thought I might burst into pieces and become star dust in her eyes.

  “Forever,” she whispered. “Forever and ever and ever…”

  I kissed her again, our vows drifting up into the darkness like a promise to the Gods, our fate sealed with the powerful light of the stars.

  ***

  The moon hung full and bright over our heads, signaling the end of another magical evening with Frankie.

  “I guess I should be getting home,” she whispered. “I don’t want to worry him.”

  Him. Her father.

  Frank Moretti, the most famous plastic surgeon on the West Coast.

  “No, of course not,” I said, sitting up and pulling her with me. I respected Frankie’s father. He’d raised Frankie all alone, after her mother died of cancer when she was a little girl. He was a wonderful father to her and he’d welcomed me into their lives with open arms, even though I’m from the wrong side of the tracks in Estacada.

  “If we leave now, we’ll get you back in time for curfew,” I said. We gathered our blankets from the bed of my pickup and hopped in the cab. Frankie scooted over, sitting as close to me as possible as I put my arm around her and headed towards the road.

  “Tomorrow’s date night,” I reminded her. Even though we saw each other every day at school and spent most of each night together that we were able to, we still made a point to have a date night every Wednesday. It was my only night off from work at Freddy’s, the grocery store in town, and I’d been taking her out every week on a real date every Wednesday. “Where do you want to go?”

  “Honestly, babe? Let’s come out here again. We can bring a picnic, stare up at the stars, tell some more secrets,” she said, an angelic smile spreading across her beautiful face.

  “What baby wants, baby gets,” I replied, dipping my head and planting a kiss on her forehead, before turning my attention back to the road.

  “I’ll pack the picnic,” she said. “Oh, I know! I’ll bake you a cake! What’s your favorite kind?” she asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

  “Carrot cake, maybe?” I said. “I like all kinds, though. Whatever you make, I’m sure it will be delicious.”

  “Carrot cake was my Mom’s favorite, too. I’ll make one. You’ll love it,” she said.

  “I’d love anything you made,” I replied.

  “You’re biased,” she quipped.

  “Yep, I sure am,” I replied, as we drove up to her house.

  Frankie lived in Happy Valley, where all the houses costs a half million more than they were worth, just to keep the riffraff out. It worked. Frankie’s house was one of the more modest ones on the block, but much nicer than anything in my neighborhood.

  “Looks like my dad has company,” Frankie said, as I turned off the car. Her father’s black Jaguar was parked in the driveway, looking like a sleek cat about to pounce. A black SUV with tinted windows was parked next to it. “Kinda late for company,” she murmured.

  “Does this mean I get to keep you here longer?” I asked.

  “I wish,” she said. She removed her seatbelt and pulled herself on top of me, straddling my lap behind the wheel of my truck. I rested my hands on her hips, pulling her close as she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. When she finally pulled away, I was a hot disaster of teenaged horniness. And I knew exactly what was going to happen if she stayed in that position much longer. Groaning with regret, I pulled her off of me and sat her next to me on the seat.

  “You should go, before I kidnap you and run away with you forever,” I growled, my body hating me for pulling her away. Her lips were swollen and wet from our kisses, only increasing my desire for her.

  “You’re such a gentleman, Jesse,” she said, biting the bottom of her puffy lip like a sweet seductress.

  “I won’t be for long if you don’t get out of here,” I growled.

  She giggled, grabbed her purse, and kissed me quickly again before sliding out of the truck and slamming the door. She turned and poked her head in the window, her sky blue eyes shining my way.

  “See you tomorrow,” she whispered.

  “You bet your sweet ass you will,” I replied. “Sweet dreams, babe.”

  “Bye!” she waved, turning and walking away. I watched her walk to the door, my heart full of love and bewilderment. I was the luckiest man in the entire world. She was everything to me and I couldn’t believe she loved me back just as much as I loved her.

  I knew I was one of the lucky ones. A lot of people didn’t find their soul mates until much later in life, if ever. And yet, somehow, somewhere, I’d done something right.

  Because Francesca Maria Moretti loved me.

  She waved at me one more time before opening the front door and walking in the house. I sat there for several long minutes, letting my mind wander, replaying the feel of her lips on mine, the way her hand fit so perfectly in my palm, the way her skin felt like satin under my fingertips. I hated to drive away, because that would only mean I was that much farther away from her. But it was getting late, and I needed to get some sleep if I was going to be awake for our date tomorrow.

  I smiled, put my truck in gear and slowly drove down her street away from her house, away from the only thing in the world that meant anything at all to me.

  I was only a block away when it happened. The explosion was so loud that I couldn’t hear anything at all afterwards. I jumped out of my truck, running back towards her house at breakneck speed.

  But it was gone. Her house had exploded into nothingness.

  There was nothing left.

  Nothing but fire. Nothing but flames. There was nothing left.

  Nothing but smoke, burnt wood and glowing, golden embers and flames f
lickering up towards the stars.

  In an instant, everything changed.

  My life was gone.

  My future was gone.

  My love was gone.

  Our innocence - gone.

  All I was left with was chaos.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Vanessa

  Ten years later

  I wish I could have been there. To smell the fuel as it was poured on the floorboards. To watch the match fall to the two little girl’s feet, igniting the flames. I’d have loved to watch the flames grow, starting out as a spark, a tiny flicker, until they were whipping violently around your bed, licking at your skin. What a delight it would have been to see you awaken and realize what was happening, to see the despair spring to your eyes like a tiny spark of its own, the desperation of your situation dawning on you, growing inside of you, until the fear consumed your soul. It would have been music to my ears to hear that first scream, followed by a dissonant symphony of anguish ripping from your mouth, your flailing limbs dancing in a ungraceful waltz, the flames growing around you, clinging to your body like a pleading lover, suffocating you, eating away the flesh of your perfect, beloved face…

  Those are the words that were silently going through my head as I stared across the dining table at my husband, Royce Randolph the Third. Or, as I preferred to call him, the Monster.

  He babbled on and on about who-gives-a-fuck - most likely the latest clueless billionaire that he’d conned money out of - and I ate in silence, staring across from him, ignoring every word and imagining how deliciously beautiful it would have been to be there when it all started.

  When the lighting of one little match set the ruin of my life into play.

  It was so long ago, a lifetime ago, really. I was a different person, just a kid really.

  Royce was the same monster he’d always been.

  Only he had just gotten worse, become more of a monster over the years, whereas I’d just become a shell, an empty body. But still, despite the fact that nothing in this world brought me joy, it would have been only fair for me to be there to witness the one good part of what had started this living nightmare I’d been banished into - Royce’s precious beautiful face turned into a melted disaster.