Utterly Wrecked: DreamCatcher MC Read online

  Utterly Wrecked

  DreamCatcher MC

  Liberty Parker

  Contents

  Character Bible

  Blurb

  Acknowledgments

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Epilogue

  Stalk Liberty here:

  Liberty’s solo books:

  Co-written series:

  Copyright

  Utterly Wrecked

  DreamCatcher MC Novel

  Copyright © Liberty Parker 2020

  Published by Liberty Parker

  Model: Justin Michaels

  Photographer: Golden Czermak

  with FuriousFotog

  Cover by Dark Water Covers

  Edited by: Darlene Tallman

  Formatting by: Liberty Parker

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  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. All characters in this book are fiction and figments or the author’s imagination. No part of this story is based on any true events or anyone’s life. If any MC names used by any real or true person it is coincidental and in no way based on them or any real-life human being living or not.

  Character Bible

  MC MEMBERS

  Gunner-President

  Kruger-VP

  Buster-Rd. Cpt.

  Curley

  Country

  Malice-Enforcer

  Master-Sgt. At Arms

  Shamus-Treasurer

  Blaze

  Tyson

  Polo

  Bull

  Bear

  Romeo

  Tracker

  Texas

  Stinger

  Zero

  Kong

  Old Ladies

  Charlee

  Cameron

  Stella

  Star

  Bunnies

  Daisy

  Janella

  Mercy

  Kaleigh

  Blurb

  Shamus O’Leary was born with biker blood running through his veins. He’s an ask no questions, kill ‘em all type of man. He’s loyal to his brothers and sisters. The brotherhood is all he’s known and love was never on the horizon for a man like him, but one look at Star’s photograph, and he was instantaneously smitten. He volunteers to find her then protect her from the world she’s found herself thrown into. She will be his one way or another.

  Star Angel is what she’s known as on stage. She’s never shared her last name with anyone, it’s her way of protecting her sister… Stella. The only person she finds herself loyal to outside of her daughter. She doesn’t trust easily; that’s been destroyed by a man, one who has used her and abused her. He holds something precious over her head to force her to stay within his clutches. She longs for the day that someone will save her from the life she’s found herself unable to untangle herself from.

  Will these two souls merge together as one? Can they come out unscathed from those who don’t want to let Star go? Is love at first sight a real thing, or is it lust these two find themselves facing?

  This is Shamus and Star’s journey, the fourth installment in the DreamCatcher Motorcycle Club.

  Dedication

  This is normally the hardest part of any book. But I’ve chosen to dedicate this one to everyone who believed in the DreamCatcher Motorcycle Club. They didn’t have a fantastic start; as a matter of fact, they nearly ended before they even had a chance to begin. Not everyone understood Charlee, her age deterred a lot of people, but as always, there’s a method to my madness. Charlee and Country needed a chance to grow, Charlee’s story needed to start that young so she could find herself in the series as well as go through the trials and tribulations she needed to at such a young age. It was the setting for the series, thank you for sticking by me.

  So, to all of you DCMC fans, this book is written with you in mind.

  Happy Reading,

  ~Liberty

  Acknowledgments

  As always, I want to thank my PAs, Nicole Lloyd and Sharon Renee. You each bring something different to the table, and without the two of you I would be lost.

  Darlene Tallman, thank you for always encouraging me and making my words the best they can be.

  Tracie Douglas, you always make my book covers a dream come true. You take my vision and run with it.

  To my friends, my tribe, my readers, my family; none of this would be possible without you all. Every single one of you encourage me on a daily basis. Your love for my characters is overwhelming at times, but at the end of the day, that’s what keeps me motivated and pushing onward.

  To my support groups, you ladies are my rock, my sounding board. Thank you for your daily love and support.

  Prologue

  Shamus

  Then…

  “What the fuck do you mean? There’s no way in hell Jamie is alive!” Gunner roars out while we’re in church.

  “Calm down, son.” Pops tries to settle Gunner down by placing a hand on his shoulder.

  “We killed that fucker. There’s no way he’s still alive and breathing. Your intel is wrong, Pops. You need to go back and have your man reinvestigate that shit.”

  “I had him triple check it,” Pops reiterates. “The man is walking, talking and breathing. A mistake was made somewhere.”

  “We don’t make mistakes like that,” Gunner rumbles out his irritation.

  “If Jamie isn’t dead, who’s the motherfucker we killed?” I raise the question to no one in particular. I can’t seem to wrap my mind around the concept that the fucker is still existing when we thought we’d extinguished him. “What is he? A cat that has nine fucking lives or something?”

  “If anyone could pull off a pet cemetery move, it’d be him,” Masters huffs. “How can we confirm that the man walking around is in fact Jamie and not some imposter?”

  “So, here’s something my man discovered. Jamie was born a twin; his brother, Dagon, was sent off to live with another family member on a different reservation. The uncle and aunt couldn't have children, so Jamie’s father chose the eldest son to keep for himself and sent the other to live with his sister who’d married the chief of another tribe. Jamie and Dagon discovered each other when they were in high school and kept in contact behind the parents’ backs,” Pops enlightens us.

  “And how pray tell did you figure that shit out?” I grill Pops.

  “All I’m willing to share right now, is that I have an inside informant. He’s not part of either of the tribes, but does some trades with them. His brother is the one who accidentally spilled the beans to Dagon that he had a doppelganger. That is how commun
ication between the two began. When he heard about our recent troubles, he reached out to me.”

  “Why did he wait so long to tell you?” Gunner asks.

  “Because it took him a bit to put two and two together, son.”

  “If we’d known, we could’ve ended that motherfucker a long time ago,” Kruger rumbles.

  “How many fucking versions of Jamie are we fucking looking at here?” Country inquires, scrubbing his hands down his face.

  “Just the two that I can ascertain,” Pops answers.

  “Let’s hope another one doesn’t come slithering out of a dark hidden hole somewhere,” I sigh. “So now, we need to find him and bring him out. Any ideas of how we can do that?”

  “We need to draw him out,” Gunner encloses.

  “This is gonna be a long year,” Kruger rumbles.

  If we only knew….

  Now…

  My bike glides smoothly on the asphalt road as I head out to check on Stella’s sister, Star. Her pictures stay present in my mind as I eat the miles up between us. She looks so defeated in each one I saw, that I want to ride in and be her savior. I want to be the one to chase all of her ghosts away.

  Why did just seeing her picture affected me so much? I have no clue. No one’s ever made my body jump to alert the way her face did… does.

  The spike of blood flow through my veins is a steady continuance. It’s never wavered, there’s just something about her that calls to me. It’s as if a magnet is pulling me to her. I can’t help the compulsion behind it.

  The need to protect her is prudent, it’s something I can’t control within myself. When something pulls you so strongly, you don’t fight it. There’s a mapped course for everyone in life; this seems to be mine.

  The fact that we killed the wrong brother sits heavily on my soul. We killed an innocent man who did nothing wrong outside of having blood ties to Jamie. But why did the fucker sit there and pretend to be his brother? Why would he take the fall for someone, knowing that he was going to die?

  I know they were twins who had some kind of bond in the womb, but they didn’t even meet one another or know the other existed until they hit their teenage years. Was Jamie’s twin just as ugly and evil as he is? If that’s the case, my guilt would be severed, but not knowing has me internally beating myself up. We should’ve known, mistakes like that aren’t forgivable. If I had a twin, and he’d been killed for one of my transgressions, I would’ve done everything within me to right that wrong. Instead, all we managed to do was give Jamie more ammunition to use against us.

  Star

  Swinging around this pole, I take myself mentally to another world. Instead of these nasty fuckers trying to feel me up as they place bills at my feet, I make believe I’m dancing for my man.

  A man I’ve made up in my head.

  He’d be tall, built, and love me unlike anyone ever has in my life. I’d be his everything, no other woman outside of me would ever catch his eye or cause him to stray. His heart would belong solely to me. I visualize his body, but never get a clear face in my mind's eye. For some reason, his facial features are blocked from my imagination; he comes across as hazy.

  Is it because my mind doesn’t want to bring forth the most handsome man I’d have ever met, and when reality comes, he won’t meet my expectations? I honestly could care less about his looks, it’s his heart and soul I long for. My hips automatically gyrate to the music surrounding me, I imagine the man I long for’s eyes glued to my every move. I’m playing a game of seduction; one I’ll ultimately win.

  I will utterly wreck him for anyone else.

  It’s a fantasy I portray in my mind every time my stilettos hit the stage’s floor. If I didn’t have this imaginary man of mine, I wouldn’t survive a single night dancing.

  When my sister, Stella, and I parted ways, I never imagined in a million years this would be the life I was leading. I trusted the wrong man to help me get up and dust myself off. Begin my life anew. He had a golden tongue that uttered the sweetest words I’d ever heard.

  I was used.

  He used my lack of street knowledge to bring me into a false sense of trust. He promised me such a glamorous life, and I fell for it. Hook, line and sinker. For months I lived with him, he even helped me get my general education diploma so that I’d believe him when he said his only intention was to get me enrolled in school and help me make something of myself.

  Lesson learned.

  Never trust the words of a stranger again.

  My life has been nothing but a lie since the second I allowed him into it. I was such a shy, impressionable kid. Now, I’m void of any emotions. I have placed a large, boulder wall up against my trust.

  I hope to God that Stella has made a better life for herself than the one I’m forced to lead. You see, not only did he lure me into a false sense of security, he got me pregnant so that he could hold my daughter over my head and force me to do as he wishes. I thought we were in love, I thought we were building a life together, forging ahead with a family. I thought everything was tied up in a nice little bow.

  What a sucker I was.

  I do as I’m told, not because I want to, but because I have no other choice. I now know that he’s involved in selling and trading children. I’m not the only woman he’s impregnated and uses the threats against. There are many of us, ten at my last count, and there’s no telling how many more have been drawn into his web of deceit.

  What I’ve learned recently is that he belongs to a group of men who run several businesses together. And every one of them, involve some sort of sex market. Strip clubs, brothels, underground sex clubs, escort services. Nearly every woman they employ has something held over their heads. Most of us were swayed from the streets by this group of losers. The others, their families owe them some sort of debt, so the women do as told so that their loved ones stay breathing.

  I’m one of the headliners here at Lovelace. We aren’t permitted to cover one inch of our body, not even as we initially step on stage. We walk out of the back room wearing nothing more than what God gave us when we entered this world.

  As the song concludes, I spread myself wide in the splits; that there is my money maker. Seventy-five percent of my income for the night goes to the house. In other words, I line the pockets of the men who use my body for their own monetary gain.

  As I walk over to the end of the stage to collect my funds, my eyes meet the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. They captivate me from the second mine lock onto his.

  He’s built like a Greek Adonis. He has the face of a cover model. Just the stare we share alone has my knees going weak.

  This is the man I need to be imagining when I need to get lost from the reality of my world.

  “I believe this is yours,” he huskily says as he hands me a hundred-dollar bill. “Nice performance, looking forward to catching your next show.” He winks at me as I reach out and grab the money from him. My hands are shaky, but I do everything I can to not show him in other ways that his voice and looks affect me in the slightest.

  “Thank you,” I quietly reply as I step back away from him. I keep my eyes on him until I get behind the drapes that separate the stage from the back room. Holy shit. My breath is caught in my chest as I stroll over to Jeremiah and hand him the money.

  “You know that guy?” he solicits of me.

  “Never seen him before in my life,” I answer, thankful that I’m not lying, because if he thought in any way I was, I’d be punished before I’d be able to leave for the night.

  “I’m gonna be keeping my eye on him. He looks a little too interested in you.” Without replying to him, I reach out and hand him my earnings. He counts the money and a smirk forms on his face. “You did well tonight, kitten. Maybe we can get you in the dark room and you can make me a little more, huh?”

  “Whatever you’d like, Jeremiah,” I robotically counter. With him, I never show any emotions. He had that once, but he’s lost it all now.

  “Good, I’ll
go see if I can get you a buyer for the night. Head back into the dressing room. I’ll send Gray to get you if I find anyone interested.”

  I nod my head and scurry away as fast as my heels will allow me to. I hate getting up on that stage, but I really, really dislike private shows. The men who pay a wad of cash for that service are sleazy individuals.

  This wasn’t my vision of a dream job as a kid. At night, Stella and I used to sit back and think of what we’d be. What we’d do in order to get ourselves out of the hellhole we grew up in.

  I always dreamed of becoming famous, just didn’t realize that’d include showing my tits and ass in order to line a greedy man’s pockets.

  Chapter One

  Shamus

  I was only supposed to sit back and observe. Find out how much of this shit Star’s a willing participant of and how much she’s being forced into. The only time I saw life in her beautiful sapphire-like eyes, was the moment our gazes intercepted one another’s.

  Unhappiness is etched in her orbs. You couldn’t miss the dead stare she sent the audience's way as she shook her hips back and forth. Every time she closed her eyes, I could feel the magnetic pull toward her to protect her, to pull her out of this life.