The Complete Devil’s Disciples Series
Scott Hildreth
Contents
The Devil’s Disciples Series Books 1-5
Baker
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Prologue
1. Baker
2. Andy
3. Baker
4. Andy
5. Baker
6. Andy
7. Baker
8. Andy
9. Baker
10. Andy
11. Baker
12. Andy
13. Baker
14. Andy
15. Baker
16. Andy
17. Baker
18. Andy
19. Baker
20. Andy
21. Baker
22. Andy
23. Baker
24. Andy
25. Baker
26. Andy
27. Baker
28. Andy
29. Baker
30. Andy
31. Baker
32. Andy
33. Baker
34. Andy
35. Baker
36. Andy
37. Baker
38. Andy
39. Baker
40. Andy
41. Baker
42. Andy
Epilogue
Cash
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Prologue
43. Kimberly
44. Cash
45. Kimberly
46. Cash
47. Kimberly
48. Cash
49. Kimberly
50. Cash
51. Kimberly
52. Cash
53. Kimberly
54. Cash
55. Kimberly
56. Cash
57. Kimberly
58. Cash
59. Kimberly
60. Cash
61. Kimberly
62. Cash
63. Kimberly
64. Cash
65. Kimberly
66. Cash
67. Kimberly
68. Cash
69. Kimberly
70. Cash
71. Kimberly
72. Cash
74. Cash
75. Kimberly
76. Cash
77. Kimberly
78. Cash
79. Kimberly
80. Cash
Epilogue
Ghost
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Prologue
81. Abby
82. Ghost
83. Abby
84. Ghost
85. Abby
86. Ghost
87. Abby
88. Ghost
89. Abby
90. Ghost
91. Abby
92. Porter
93. Abby
94. Ghost
95. Abby
96. Ghost
97. Abby
98. Ghost
99. Abby
100. Porter
101. Abby
102. Ghost
103. Abby
104. Ghost
105. Abby
106. Ghost
107. Abby
108. Ghost
109. Abby
110. Ghost
111. Abby
112. Ghost
113. Ghost
114. Ghost
115. Ghost
116. Ghost
117. Ghost
Epilogue
Goose
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Prologue
118. Goose
119. Ally
120. Goose
121. Ally
122. Goose
123. Ally
124. Goose
125. Ally
126. Goose
127. Ally
128. Goose
129. Ally
130. Goose
131. Ally
132. Goose
133. Ally
134. Goose
135. Ally
136. Goose
137. Ally
138. Goose
139. Abby
140. Goose
141. Ally
142. Goose
143. Ally
144. Goose
145. Ally
146. Goose
147. Ally
148. Goose
149. Ally
150. Goose
151. Ally
152. Goose
153. Ally
154. Goose
155. Ally
156. Goose
157. Ally
158. Goose
159. Ally
160. Goose
161. Ally
162. Goose
Epilogue
Reno
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Prologue
163. Carma
164. Reno
165. Carma
166. Reno
167. Carma
168. Reno
169. Carma
170. Reno
171. Carma
172. Reno
173. Carma
174. Reno
175. Carma
176. Reno
177. Carma
178. Reno
179. Carma
180. Reno
181. Carma
182. Reno
183. Carma
184. Reno
185. Carma
186. Reno
187. Carma
188. Reno
189. Carma
190. Reno
191. Carma
192. Reno
193. Carma
194. Reno
195. Carma
196. Reno
197. Carma
198. Reno
199. Carma
200. Reno
201. Carma
202. Reno
203. Carma
204. Reno
205. Carma
206. Reno
Epilogue
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Tito
AUTHOR’S NOTE
Prologue
207. Reggie
208. Tito
209. Reggie
210. Tito
211. Reggie
212. Tito
213. Reggie
214. Tito
215. Reggie
216. Tito
217. Reggie
218. Tito
219. Reggie
220. Tito
221. Reggie
222. Tito
224. Tito
225. Reggie
226. Tito
227. Reggie
228. Tito
229. Reggie
230. Tito
231. Reggie
232. Tito
233. Reggie
234. Tito
235. Reggie
236. Tito
237. Reggie
238. Tito
239. Reggie
240. Tito
241. Reggie
242. Tito
243. Reggie
244. Tito
245. Reggie
246. Tito
247. Reggie
248. Tito
249. Reggie
250. Tito
251. Reggie
Epilogue
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The Devil’s Disciples Series Books 1-6
Baker
In a world of “I need it now”, and “is there any way I can get it for less”, striving for perfect
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Thank you to J.R. Nocera at Supreme Auto Collision for not only striving to be the best, but for obtaining that goal with a vigor employed by few.
AUTHOR’S NOTE
This book contains scenes of criminal acts, some that are typical of gangs and motorcycle clubs, and some that aren’t. The fictitious club name, Devil’s Disciples, is in no way tied to the real-life club, Devils Diciples. Different spelling, different club. The acts and actions depicted in the book are fictitious, as are the characters.
Every sexual partner in the book is over the age of 18. Please, if you intend to read further than this comment, be over the age of 18 to enjoy this novel.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, are coincidental.
BAKER 3rd Edition Copyright © 2017 by Scott Hildreth
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Prologue
I sat on the barstool with my legs dangling over the edge. Scared to do anything more than sit motionless, I watched him as he paced the floor. The pistol he held was gripped so firmly that his knuckles had gone white.
“Do you think because of who I am that you’re safe?” He cackled a sinister laugh. “That there’s some code? An oath I’ve taken that’ll prevent me from hurting you? Is that what you’re thinking?”
It had crossed my mind, but I had no idea how to respond. His tight jaw and fiery eyes warned me that reasoning with him wasn’t a remote possibility.
I wanted Baker to walk in. To see what was happening. There would be hell to pay, regardless of this asshole’s status. I was sure of it. My eyes drifted to the century-old grandfather clock situated in the adjoining room.
Shit.
Baker wouldn’t be home for two hours. My heart fell into the pit of my stomach. It was two hours I doubted the pistol-wielding maniac was willing to give.
I scanned through the memories of every cop show I’d binge watched on Netflix. I hated admitting it, but I was a hostage. I needed to downplay the situation. To reassure him that hurting me wasn’t in his best interest. We’d develop a faux hostage-captor relationship, and then negotiations could begin.
Swallowing my fear would be step one. I could talk in circles – and easily buy a few hours of time – if I could get past my dry tongue and the knot in my throat that was choking me from speaking.
“Hurting me won’t…be…it won’t be necessary,” I stammered. “I’ll comply.” The bitter taste of the inevitable rose in my throat. I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth and swallowed heavily. “I can assure you that you won’t…you won’t have to--”
“I won’t have to what?” He spat. He waved the barrel of the pistol at me. “To protect me and my brothers, I’ll do whatever I have to, believe me. I can’t risk forfeiting the time we’ve put into this operation.”
“I have no…I’ve got…I don’t know what you want,” I murmured.
“You’re going to talk,” he said through his teeth. “Believe me, you’ll talk, or you’ll wish you had.”
“Just tell me…just tell me what you want to know.” The words got stuck in my throat, and I began to softly cry. I swallowed hard. “I’ll…I’ll do my best.”
He glared at me. With each swing of the clock’s pendulum, his eyes thinned a little more. “Tell me what you know about the operation. Every word you’ve overheard. What you know, and what you think you know. Everything.”
I had no idea what he was talking about. “I don’t know anything,” I whispered. “I swear. He doesn’t tell me--”
He stepped so close I could taste the whiskey on his breath. Then, he raised the pistol and pointed it at my head. “Why are you in here snooping around?”
I closed my eyes. Obviously, he had no idea how intimate Baker and I had become. I wasn’t snooping around. I’d become a fixture in Baker’s life. Our relationship had evolved from casual sex to one of exclusivity and imminent love.
I debated with what to tell him. Divulging too much information about my relationship might put Baker at risk. Saying too little wouldn’t justify my presence in his home. I was in a situation where I couldn’t win.
Protecting Baker was my priority. I decided to lie. I would ad lib my way through it. It was the only way I could shield Baker from the unknown.
“Answer me,” he hissed. “Or I’ll plaster your brains all over the kitchen.”
I opened my eyes. “I come by on Sundays and clean up the place. I was getting ready to leave when you walked--”
“Cleaning girl?” His hand began to shake. “Sundays, huh?”
I swallowed heavily. “Yeah. Sometimes I cook--”
“Bullshit. You’re here every fucking day. You sneak in at night. I’ve seen you.” He tilted his head toward the living room. “That night you had the signs. You’re fucking him.” He slipped the tip of his finger against the trigger. “You’re a goddamn liar.”
“I uhhm--”
The door behind me opened.
My head swiveled toward the sound.
Baker!
Upon seeing us, Baker stopped in his tracks. His eyes darted around the room and then locked on us. “What in the absolute fuck is going on?” he asked in a demanding tone.
I kept my eyes fixed on him. I wondered how he was going to save me. Surely, he’d give me a signal.
Something.
I felt the barrel of the gun press against the back of my head. “I’ll kill this bitch. I fucking swear. Don’t take another step, Baker.”
“Her?” Baker raised his hands to the sides of his head. “I don’t give a fuck, kill her. She doesn’t mean anything to me.”