Chaz
Reapers MC Book Fourteen
Elizabeth Knox
Contents
Playlist
Acknowledgments
Reapers MC Clubhouse
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
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Author’s Note
Chaz
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are all products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblances to persons, organizations, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Chaz. Copyright © 2020 by Elizabeth Knox. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used in articles or reviews. For information contact E. Knox.
Cover design: Clarise Tan, CT Cover Creations
Editing: Kim Lubbers, Knox Publishing
Proofreading: Jackie Ziegler, Knox Publishing
Formatting: E.C. Land, Knox Publishing
Photographer: James Critchley, James Critchley Photography
Models: Maria Edelmen & Ash Edelmen
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Reign
Redemption
Revenge
Relentless
Reckoning
Reclaimed
Reckless
Regret
Reclusive
Retribution
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Tough as Steele
Stripping a Steele
Protecting a Steele
Steele her Heart
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Blackjack
Here Kitty, Kitty
Booger
Widow
Kade
Hawk
Bull
Cobra
Mouser
Dixon
Zane
Amara
Grim
Chaz
Series: Iron Vex MC
Enraged
Series: Royal bastards Mc: Baltimore/Knights of retribution mc
Bet on Me
Rely on Me
Series: The Clans with Iris Sweetwater
Promised
The Trade
Cherished
Deceit
Love is War
Defiant
Shattered
Ruthless
Covert
Heretic
Venomous
Flawed
Sin City Fets with Linny Lawless & Aubree Valentine
Switched
Surrender
Full Throttle with Erin Trejo
Against All Odds
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Demise
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Frost
(Reapers MC #15)
Corrupted Love
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Bossed Up
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Zorro
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Consumed
(An F/F Driven Novel)
Hate on Me
(Knights of Retribution MC #1)
Inc’s Regret
(Satan’s Raiders MC #1)
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Filthy Valentine
Ransom
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Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology
(Second Edition)
The Elites: A Dark Secret Society Collection
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Fated by Blood (Free Prequel)
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Blood Oath (A Prequel)
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Caym’s Fated Mate
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Bitten Magic
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Playlist
Playlist
If I Hated You — FLETCHER
Cold as Stone — Kascade feat. Charlotte Lawrence
Crazy — Kiana Lede
People I Don’t Like — UPSAHL
Whore — In This Moment
Unbreakable — New Years Day
Iris — DIAMANTE & Breaking Benjamin
I Should Probably Go To Bed — Dan + Shay
Nobody’s Love — Maroon 5
Black Sheep — Kailee Morgue
hate u love u — Olivia O’Brien
Do Me — Kim Petras
Rager Teenager — Troye Sivan
Midnight Sky — Miley Cyrus
Acknowledgments
My Alpha Team: Courtnay, Michele, Jai, Janet, Taneesha, Kim, Isabelle, Heidi, Cynthia, Jojo, Vikki, and Lisa— Another one for the books, ladies. Thank you for all you do, but most of all for your invaluable feedback. Your input helps me make these the best books they can be, and I love you all.
My Beta Team: Heidi, Rebecca, Danaca, Christy, Heather, Kristine, Stephanie, and Emma— You guys are my last line of defense before my books are published, and I’m super grateful for the work you put in. I appreciate all of your input, whether it’s negative or positive. All of your feedback has only helped make the books better before they’re on the market and I’m forever grateful.
My Blogger Team— Thank you all for continuing to support me, regardless of the road I’m going down. I will say this until the day I die, but, without you I don’t think I’d be a fraction of where I’m at today. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.
My Editor, Kim and Proofreader, Jackie— And, we’ve done it again. I’ve said this numerous times, but we’re really the dream team over here. I can’t wait for what’s coming your way and I hope you’re both excited too!
Rae B. Lake, E.C. Land, April Canavan, Jen L. Grey, and Iris Sweetwater— You ladies are my rocks when I need it the most. Thanks for always being here for me through thick and thin. I don’t know what I’d do without you.
You’re the woman who inspired Chaz’s character, with GG’s pronunciation of your name. I think I owe his creation to both of you, haha.
You’re not only my personal/virtual assistant, but a dear friend and confidante. I’m so thankful for not only the business relationship we have, but the personal one as well. You’ve been here for me in some of my hardest times and I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.
Thank you for being here, and thank you for being such an integral part of both my professional and personal life.
Love you, girl.
Trigger Warning
This book is intended for mature audiences only. If darker books are not
for you, please do not move forward. After re-adjusting my trigger warning system, I will not be giving any spoilers. Please understand that this is not your run of the mill romance and tough subjects will be spoken about in this storyline. This story could include things like: rape, kidnapping, abuse, domestic violence, drugs, alcohol abuse, and many other potential triggers.
Gone But Never Forgotten
Fist — Former Prez (Deceased)
Cracker – Former VP (Deceased)
Saffron – Fist’s woman, Sakura’s sister, Sydney’s mom. (Deceased)
Billings, Montana Charter
Zane – Prez – Ol’ Lady – Octavia
Children: Sydney (adopted), Neo
Blackjack – VP – Ol’ Lady – Ashley
Children: Dex (Blackjack’s previous relationship), Noelle & Fist
Bull – Enforcer – Ol’ Lady – Alexa
Grim – Sgt. at Arms – Ol’ Lady – Natalie
Children: Aggie, Davina, Sorcha (Nat’s Kids)
Tex – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Roxy
Children: Kat
Dracus – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Roxy
Children: Nova
Bolt – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Roxy
Children: Jordyn
Zorro – Full Patch
Axel – Full Patch
Hammer – Full Patch
Frost – Prospect
Turmoil – Prospect
Bama – Prospect
Stiletto – Prospect
Siren – Prospect
Doom – Prospect
Las Vegas, Nevada Charter
Damon — Prez— Ol’ Lady — Kat
Children: Luna
Dixon – VP – Ol’ Lady – Indra
Children: Jalen (Indra’s previous relationship) & Khloe
Booger – Enforcer – Ol’ Lady – Camila
Children: Ransom
Widow – Sgt. at Arms – Ol’ Lady – Tania (A Jackal)
Children: Zoe (Widow’s previous relationship) & Talon
Chaz – Full Patch
Cobra – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Izzy
Hawk – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Raven
Kade – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Ivy
Children: Orion & Fate
Mouser – Full Patch – Ol’ Lady – Sakura
Ripper – Prospect
Jolt – Prospect
Spark – Prospect
Poison – Prospect
Brick – Prospect
Doc – Prospect
Boulder – Prospect
Rooster – Prospect
Chihuahua, Mexico Charter
Amara – Prez – Ol’ Man – Dante
Reapers MC Clubhouse
Prologue
I am a black sheep. I refuse to exist when I can live. I refuse to follow when I can lead. I will seek and embrace my true purpose. I will live life on my own terms. I will leave footprints that change the world. And fingerprints that change history.
~ Amanda Louise
Crina
Christmas Day . . .
“What is wrong with you, Crina?” My eldest half-brother, Mircea, snarls at me from across the table while my mother weeps dramatically. Father simply runs his hand across his face, as he always does when he’s displeased with me.
I can’t believe he has the audacity to ask me this question. Sorin, my other half-brother, glares at Mircea in disgust. “I’m not a piece of meat to be sold to the highest bidder, unlike what you think.” I shift my focus to my father, to the man my mother had the stupidity to sleep with— her boss.
“You are a Romanian woman of a high bloodline. Mircea will be inducted into the Clans very shortly and you don’t wish to maximize on where our family is headed?” Father speaks, though it’s more like a question.
I inhale sharply, trying not to lose it. Whenever I do, it only upsets my mother. And even though she’s made poor choices in the past, I do love her. Hell, I even love my brothers. I’d say I love my father, but that would be a stretch. He’s only ever viewed me as less than. He’s a product of the man who raised him, ensuring him the world would always be a man’s world. I bet my dear grandfather never expected women to unite together and get pissed about things like equal pay, being treated fairly, and the plethora of other things we’re realizing in this day and age.
“You have never once given a damn about me. I’m sorry, brothers, but you’ve never given a damn about me in the way you do for Sorin and Mircea. I’m not jealous in the least bit, so don’t even attempt to spin it that way.”
“Things are changing, Crina.” My father tells me with a growl.
“I want no part in the change coming to our family. Don’t you see?” He only wishes to put a collar around my neck and hand my leash to a prominent Romanian man so I can do something positive in his eyes. So, I won’t simply be the product of his affair. I’ve been the black sheep my entire life and I’ll never be anything less than that.
I rise from the plush cushioned dining room chair and stare into his callous eyes. “What is it you’re doing, Crina?” He questions, still with the same frustration he’s had from a few moments before.
“Weren’t you listening? I said I wanted no part of this.” I state, pushing the chair under the table.
“Crina, please don’t leave . . . your—” my mother begs of me.
“If you leave today, you’d best not ever come back to this table again.” My father sneers, balling his fists.
As if it would even matter. “You’ve only just invited me here.” I walk over in the direction of the foyer when the sound of glass breaking against the ground causes me to stop right in my tracks.
“Crina, I mean it. If you walk out of that door, I will never welcome you back into this family.” He goes on with his threats.
Turning around, I look to my dysfunctional family. Mircea seems just as furious as our father does, while Sorin seems plagued by the events that’re going down. “I’m not a cow you can sell off to another rancher for him to brand and use me as he wants. Things might’ve been done that way hundreds of years ago, but now there’s something called consent, and I sure as hell don’t give it to you.”
“You are dead to me.” He grumbles.
I can’t help but allow what he’s said to hit me right in the heart, and the only way I know to hurt him, is to hurt the only person he’s ever given a damn about. My mother. “I don’t know how you ever fell for such a vile man.” It’s the last thing I say before I head to the front door. One of my father’s household staff members already has my duster coat and purse. As my purse is being given to me, heated footsteps come in heavily behind me.
I slide my hand into my purse to get my keys and just as I’m pulling them out, they’re ripped from my hands. My father glares at me with flaring nostrils in what must be his ten-thousand-dollar suit. “This is mine,” he dangles my keys in front of my face.
“Oh, really? I thought you gave me the BMW for my birthday.”
“I own it. My name is on the car.” He completely ignores what I’ve said.
I see what he’s doing here. “Okay.” Digging into my purse, I take out my wallet and pull the black cards that’re connected to the family accounts, and anything that might have something to do with money he’s given me. I throw them all on the floor. “You’re trying to intimidate me into doing what you want? Fuck that and fuck you.”
Before my very eyes he rips his hand back and starts to bring it toward me when Sorin comes in the middle and shoves him back a few feet. If it weren’t for him, our father would’ve struck me. “I think I’ve had enough of our typical melodramatic Christmas.” He states, glaring in the direction of our father.
Though, Mircea . . . he’s probably sitting at the table like the prodigal son he always is.
“C’mon, you need a ride?”
“Yes, please.” I state lowly.
“No problem.” Sorin replies, wrapping his arm around my waist he walks me out
of our father’s Las Vegas mansion.
We’re to his car and speeding out of the driveway in no time. “Thank you,” I mutter to Sorin, slinking down in the seat beside him.
“You don’t need to thank me for anything. Dad’s a dick. I think we’re all aware of that fact.”
“Everyone except Mircea.” I point out.
“Yeah, well, Mircea has more on the line than any of us.”
“Why do you always make excuses for him?” I question, watching as Sorin’s dark chocolate eyes land on mine.
“I’m not excusing his behavior, Crina. I’m only saying things are different for all of us. I’m your frate. It’s my job to defend you both.” He speaks in Roman-lish again, which is my personal slang for Romanian-English. If it weren’t for Sorin, I wouldn’t know a bit of it. Our father never had the patience to explain things to me. “You going to stay with me tonight, considering father has probably disabled your keycodes?”